#plus I have a very clear idea of her now

[vole-mon-amour]

I reached the maximum amount of tags and I want to be able to tag for my blog so some of the tags' info:

Played as a Nomad be cause I heard it was supposed to be 'canon'. It was alright but it was definitely not my path.

Replaying Cyberpunk as Nomad, for a complete story feel before going back to playing as Corpo. I just love the dialogue choices but both Street Kid and Nomad have been surprising as well.

I do want to know what is the first choice?

Bonus what’s your favorite life path choice? 😎

Life path 1st choice:

[arolesbianism]

Shakes and cries I wanna make Jackie parent hc designs but I can't because potentially one of them is a prevalent character now and her ass has not spoken a single line yet so I both know nothing and can't just start making shit up yet </3333

[stellamarielu]

soft

jack abbot x female reader

summary: jack gets injured on his shift and you’re there to help him get stitched up, making it impossible for him to ignore the soft side you bring out in him— especially when it makes his heart rate jump alarmingly high.

content: just a whole lot of fluff, reader is a resident on robby’s shift and jack has a capital c crush, i’m talking down astronomically bad, cursing, lots of cheesy banter between robby and jack bc i couldn’t help myself, reader is described to be upbeat and positive, very sunshine x grump coded, also the reader wears bright colors and patterns from time to time [sorry if that’s not your jam it just has to be that way for the plot, you get it], mentions of a brief altercation, mentions of blood and stitches, bad medical terminology [don’t yell at me i tried my best]

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: ok so hi this is my submission for the A DOCTOR A DAY event! but it's also a request from the lovely and talented @letsgobarbs so I thought I'd put them together and make this bad boy. thank you loops for the extraordinary idea, and thank you to my lovely babies, @clubsoft @ananonymousaffair and @letsgobarbs for putting on such an incredible little event! very very excited to see all the entires! my assigned dialogue was, “nothing defines a man like love that makes him soft.” and the color i got was green!

A reoccurring psych patient, and an elbow straight to the eye, landed Jack a seat in his own emergency department.

“I’m fine,” his voice came out with a twinge of annoyance, and a profusion of frustration as he side-eyed Robby from across the room.

But he was indeed, not fine. He was annoyed— borderline livid— at the current situation.

He should be on his way home, not sitting in an open treatment room with blood trickling down the side of his face.

It was completely unintentional, just an unstable patient throwing limbs in an effort to avoid an IV. What he thought would be his last case of the day, was now the reason for his friend making jokes at his expense, while Jack waited to get his brow sutured up so he could finally go home. 

“Yeah Okay. Whatever you wanna tell yourself.” Robby’s voice filled the room as he gathered supplies for the simple procedure.

“If Gloria found out you got a work related injury and walked out of those doors without somebody clearing you— on my shift? She’d have my neck.”

“Whatever, just make it fast.” 

All Jack could think about was how last night’s shift felt like the longest one he’d worked in a while. Taking a hit straight to the face was just the cherry on top of a dreadful night. The comfort of his bed was starting to look unbelievably far away as his presence at the hospital persisted long after it was supposed to.

“What’s the rush? You got a hot date I don’t know about?” Robby’s expression was a little too amused for Jack’s taste, as he placed a pulse oximeter on his finger.

“Yeah actually, her name is a breakfast bagel from Cal’s and 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep.” Jack stared down at the contraption sitting on his pointer finger, almost chuckling to himself at Robby’s commitment to care.

“A pulse ox? You’re really serious about this whole Gloria thing huh?”

“Yeah she’s been on my ass lately. Plus you got hit pretty hard, gotta make sure you don’t go down on us. Your risk for a heart attack is only going up with your age.” The smug curl of Robby’s lips as he pulled at the latex of his glove, made Jack instinctively roll his eyes.

Before Robby could start stitching, Dana’s voice carried into the room as she passed by the open door, “Robby, we’ve got a motorcyclist coming in. Multiple open fractures, severe blood loss with trauma to the head, and a possible pneumothorax, about 3 minutes out.” 

Robby shot Jack a knowing look as if to say, sorry buddy, duty calls.

“Oh c’mon, you’ve got this in three minutes.” Jack was desperate to get out of the hospital and on his way home. He was right, they both knew Robby was more than capable of lacing up two or three quick stitches before he was needed on the incoming trauma.

“As much as I would love to sit here and miss potentially the best case of my day to be ridiculed by you, I’m gonna have to make your fucked up eyebrow somebody else’s problem. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you in good hands.”

The sudden smirk Robby shot his way, had confusion clouding Jack’s mind. It wasn’t until the smug attending was calling out your name, that Jack understood the motive behind Robby’s words.

“Oh, you have to be kidding me.” The murmured annoyance from Jack’s lips sent Robby chuckling.

The laugh was no doubt caused by the memory of a shared confession over a couple of beers not more than three weeks ago.

Jack and Robby went out for drinks on their day off. It was a regular occurrence, but that specific night was a little different, because that night, Jack let it slip that he thought you were pretty. 

The men were sat side by side at the bar, recounting some of their best cases of the week, when Robby brought up your impressive intubation record.

Jack’s comment on your abilities had Robby stunned into a quick moment of silence.

“Pretty and she knows how to clear an airway.”

It was a subconscious declaration of affection from Jack, spoken into his glass as he took a sip of beer. 

A meek confession that Robby clung to, because he’d always noticed it— the way Jack’s stare lingered a little too long on you in those fleeting minutes when your shifts overlapped.

It was impossible for him to miss his friend’s not-so-subtle flirting when you were around. He’d been patient, waiting for Jack to bring it up first.

“Just your type.”

Robby’s words met Jack in the same way, stumbling off his lips and into his glass before taking a swig.

You were one of Robby’s residents. One of his favorites actually. A phenomenal doctor, always one step ahead of everyone else and charting your own course without having to be told what to do, it made Robby’s life a whole lot easier. What didn’t make Robby’s life easier? Watching his best friend dance around his undeniable attraction to you. He knew better than anyone that Jack had been out of the game for a while.

In fact, he hadn’t seen him show interest in anyone until you came along. Over the three months of shy smiles and round-about compliments paid to each other in passing, you and Jack's interactions had become impossible for Robby to ignore. He'd even tried bringing them up multiple times to see if Jack would admit to having a crush on you, only for him to jokingly brush it off every time.

“You could ask her out, you know?” Robby kept nursing his drink, trying to look nonchalant because the moment he put too much attention on the topic, he knew Jack would shut it down. 

“Yeah, we’re not doing this.”

And there it was, right on cue. Shut it down, and brush it off, like he did every time.

“Oh come on Jack. She’s great, you’re great, I see the way your demeanor changes when she's around.”

“Oh does it now?” Deciding to indulge in Robby’s incessant need to meddle in his lovelife, Jack fed into his friend’s accusation with raised brows and chuckle on his lips. 

“Yeah you get a little softer.”

“And, what makes you think I’m not just tired after a long night of people griping at me.”

Robby let a brief blanket of silence fall over the two of them before adding one final thought to the conversation.

“Nothing defines a man like love that makes him soft.” Robby smiled as he said it. He knew Jack would give him a hard time for saying something so introspectively cheesy, but he also knew it would resonate with him whether Jack chose to admit it or not. 

“I’m sorry?” Jack nearly choked on his IPA at the abnormally poetic words leaving Robby’s mouth. 

“Did you just pull that right out of your ass or what?” He was giving Robby a hard time, but couldn’t deny the truth hiding in the statement. 

That night he went home and lost more sleep than usual thinking about you— playing out past conversations over and over again in his mind, just to hear you say his name, or to see the captivating curve of your lips. The visions kept him up, even if it was just glimpses of you in his memory.

Robby didn't bring up Jack's comment about you after that night.

A few lingering stares and silent chuckles slipped from him when he watched the two of you interact, but he decided against bringing up that specific conversation. He knew Jack would just dismiss him, and keep to his stubborn reservations when it came to you, so he didn't push. 

This was the first time Robby took a chance, venturing into the territory of Jack’s confessed feelings. The timing was impeccable, with him needing to find someone else to do Jack’s sutures. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to force the two of you to be alone in a room together. 

“What can I say? I like watching you squirm,” a low giggle remained on his lips as Robby aimed his words at Jack, just before you appeared in the doorway.

“Hey, what’s going on?” 

Soothing with a gentle glimmer of energy, your voice flooded the room in mellow twilight and shimmering stars, hitting Jack’s ears in a way that instantly made his face heat up.

“Dr. Abbot here, took an elbow straight to the face first thing this morning. I was gonna stitch it up, but they need me on the incoming trauma.” Robby barely looked your direction as he spoke, but Jack couldn’t take his eyes off you, only a few feet from him, watching from the doorframe.

“Think you can handle it?” Robby glanced over at you as he joked, a grin stretching across his face.

“I’ve got it covered, boss.” You matched his playful tone, and the whimsical change of your voice made Jack’s eyes divert to the ceiling because— fuck Robby for doing this to him. 

“Make sure to keep an eye on his vitals, he took a pretty hard hit.” Robby’s voice carried from down the hall as he walked out of the room, leaving you and Jack alone.

You took to the space in front of Jack. 

Your body slid so effortlessly next to him, that he had to fight not to adjust his position under the sudden nervousness of having you so close. 

Drawing a quiet breath at the feeling of your thigh resting next to his, he sat still on the edge of the cot. You were on his right side, your left leg gently pressed against him as you leaned closer toward his body to get a good look at his face.

“Damn that’s bad. Someone really had it out for you this morning, huh?” Your fingertips barely touched his temple as you examined his forehead. An audible swallow pushed down his throat at the contact.

He didn’t know what was more embarrassing, his body’s immediate response to your touch, or the fact that he’d nearly been taken out by a patient, and you were the one witnessing him in such a vulnerable position. 

“Yeah well, he had a really effective defense response. I'll give him that.”

Thank god his voice didn’t betray him. His words came out clear and concise, despite the fluttering in his chest at your body right next to his.

Then you laughed. 

He really loved your laugh. In fact, he went out of his way to make jokes just to hear it. It was soft, but rich. The kind of distinctive, infectious sound you could hear in a crowded room ten years later and know exactly who it belonged to. 

“Well, I’m sorry you had to be on the receiving end of it.”

The laughter fizzled from your voice and was replaced with genuine concern as you cleaned his brow. The gentle passes of gauze against his forehead made his mouth go dry, only because he knew it was your fingertips behind the motion.

“Somebody’s gotta take one for the team.” His response was quick as he focused on the words leaving his mouth, trying not to think about the way your hands were working so carefully to take care of him.

Your presence made him nervous enough, but your touch? He couldn’t get a handle on the distraction of your fingers on his skin, even if there was a veil of latex and gauze in between.

You bent further forward into his body, the warmth of your thigh pressing harder against his as your hands carefully angled his head where you needed it, fingertips underneath his jaw, and at his temple. He forced his stare to the floor out of fear that looking into your eyes would send him straight into cardiac arrest.

Looking down at your shoes, he memorized the pattern of your laces to keep himself from thinking about the mildly intoxicating scent radiating from your body. He’d never been this close to you before— close enough to get a whiff of something fresh and so distinctively you.

Maybe it was your shampoo, or laundry detergent? Perfume perhaps?

Shoes. Back to your shoes. It was the same pair of white sneakers you wore most days, but the green socks peeking out at your ankles made him grin. A subtle smile that he was sure you wouldn’t notice as you prepared a needle at your fingertips. 

You always wore a pop of color, something to bring your own personal style into the doldrum of the ER.

It was something he shouldn’t have noticed; the patterned shirts you sometimes wore under your scrub top, the red hair tie you left on your wrist every so often, the memorable collection of colorful socks you constantly sported with your tennis shoes…

The subtle excitement of your accessories matched the bright charisma you brought into the building every time you walked through the doors. You appeared every morning like his own personal ray of sunshine, equipped with an irresistible laugh, sweet smile, and lime green socks. 

“Are you feeling okay?” His sock induced trance was broken at the sound of your voice— abrupt and concerned.

“Yeah, I’m good.” His eyes peered up only to notice your stare fixed on the pulse ox resting on his finger.

He almost forgot about it entirely, busy with the distraction of your proximity taking over his entire being.

“Your heart rate is just really high.” 

Of course it was. 

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest from the moment Robby called out your name earlier. 

“I’m fine.” He tried to move his hand further from your view, hoping to brush it under the rug, and get a move on with the mortifying interaction. 

“Are you sure? If he hit you hard enough to break skin maybe-”

“I promise. I’m fine.” He pulled out a tone in his voice that people usually didn’t argue with. It was a deep, commanding timbre that he had perfected over the years. It came in handy when he had an especially combative patient, or in this case an extremely beautiful woman hounding him for an incredibly humiliating confession as to why he couldn’t get a grip on his bodily reaction to her presence. 

“Whatever you say, Dr. Abbot.” Finally giving up the fight, you let a spirited air back into your words. Jokingly dismissing your concern, and trading it in for weary trust as you let him convince you that he was okay despite his alarmingly high heart rate. 

“But if you go AFib on me…” 

“I won’t,” his voice still held the same robust sound as he looked you straight in the eyes.

“Just stress.” He looked at you as he spoke, and the desperation in his eyes contradicting the tone of his voice.

His stare was tender, and almost pleading while his words spread through the room, sturdy and sure. 

“Or adrenaline or something… I’ll be fine.” He didn’t look away as he continued explaining the reason for his quickening pulse. You found it slightly unnerving, and undeniably endearing as he kept his eyes fixed on yours for far too long. His words began to trail quietly, slowly losing their robust momentum. 

Jack was in a complete daze. He made the mistake of looking up into your eyes, and now he was stuck, getting lost in the all too familiar color, illuminated by the concentration in your gentle stare. He was enamored.

“Well I’ll be quick so you can get out of here.” You reached down to grab some supplies before bringing your hands back up to Jack’s face, finally starting to suture his brow. 

“Although I’m sure Robby would’ve been done by now.” Your eyes zoned in on his injury, while Jack’s stare stayed trained on your face. 

“Eh, I’m glad you’re here and not him.” His voice was amiable and subdued, dripping with a delicate sound you’d never heard from him before. 

“Why’s that?” Still watching the careful work of the needle threading at his forehead, your eyes narrowed in focus, as the question formed on your lips.

“I’d have to deal with his smartass jokes. Plus, he’s too perky in the mornings.”

“And I’m not?”

He wanted to laugh at your question. Of course you weren’t too perky in the mornings. You weren’t too anything. You were perfect. 

“I don’t mind it when you are.” Your movements paused for a split second when the words left his mouth in that same strange, fragile tone.

You could feel his eyes watching- peering up, as you tried your best to keep your attention on your hands.

He felt you stop, internally panicking that he’d said something wrong, he kept talking. 

“I just- you’re different.” The words stumbled out, losing a bit of their fragility as they tripped over each other in an effort to reassure you. 

Your brows furrowed slightly at the word and Jack was convinced he’d just dug a deeper hole to bury himself in. 

“Different?” The one word question left your lips as they struggled to withhold a smile. 

You were amused at the way Jack was fumbling over his words.

It was rare to catch him in such a flustered state. You chalked it up to the fresh wound he’d just received, and his abnormally high heart rate that he really should be paying more attention to. 

“Pleasant.” 

Then you stopped. Longer this time. It must’ve been at least 30 seconds that your fingers paused their threading, as you glanced down at the pulse ox between sutures. Sure enough his heart was racing again.

110 bpm.

You would be concerned about his inevitable descent into a questionable cardiac rhythm if it weren’t for the way his eyes were fixed on yours. His stare was so deliberate, you could feel your own pulse quickening underneath the growing heat of your skin. 

“Pleasant? How so?”

112 bpm.

“You just have this way of making everyone happy. It’s subtle. You’re always smiling and positive, but it’s never performative, it’s just who you are.”

A warmth spreads through your body at the compliment, rolling like waves as each of his words washed over you, completely enveloping you in a state of coy flattery. 

“You’re just easy to be around.” 

The heat threatened to reach your face, as he continued talking. His words were nearly a whisper with his voice floating up to you, low and smooth. 

“I like being around you.” 

115 bpm.

You open your mouth before you’ve even decided how you want to respond to Jack’s innocent confession, then unexpectedly, a voice that’s not yours fills the room.

“Still not done in here?” Robby came barreling into the room. His presence was loud and boisterous compared to the sheepish exchange taking place between you and Jack.

He stopped a few feet into the room. Seeing your body so close to Jack’s, with your hands still working at the injury on his forehead, and your eyes locked on each other, seemed to make him apprehensive about continuing into the room, like he was interrupting something.

“Jesus, let the man go home.” His chuckle echoed around you as he decided to come closer, inspecting your work. 

“That was fast. What happened to that being the best case of your day?” Jack piped up from underneath your touch. He was careful not to move his head as he aimed his question at Robby, eyes averting to the man standing next to you. 

“Yeah, it went south pretty quick.” Robby’s voice finally found a level close to silence, as he watched in concentration while you tied off the last stitch. 

“You need some help there? I could send in one of the medical students-” He joked looking over at you. He knew you were quick. The way you were taking your time, being overly methodical with Jack, was out of character for you. 

“Very funny. I’m done.” You softly glared over at Robby as you took a step back, pulling your gloves off.

“See what I mean about the smartass jokes?” Jack’s eyes were on you, still holding a lingering softness from your unfinished conversation just moments prior. 

“Oh so I leave you two alone for a few minutes and you just use it to talk bad about me?” Pretending to be offended, Robby scoffed at the notion of you two discussing his comedic timing, watching as you and Jack just stared at one another.

“Something like that.”

Your response was hidden behind a smile while you and Jack stayed submerged in a brief moment of smitten eye contact and unquestionable curiosity, before you made your way to the open door.

“I’m gonna get back out there. Try not to take anymore elbows to the face Dr. Abbot,” You joked before taking a single step into the hallway, turning your back for a split second to look at him one last time.

“and I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

With that, you were already halfway down the hall, onto the next patient.

Robby stared at Jack with a goofy smile forming on his mouth as your absence left the room silent.

“Don’t.”

The single word snapped from Jack as he brushed past Robby, leaving the room before he could be hit with his friend’s smug confrontation.

He left for the day, but not before stopping by the triage desk on his way out, purposefully walking past you just to get one last glimpse of your smile for the day.

the pitt masterlist

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Match My Freak

She’s been my roommate for over three months now and I’m nearing the end of my patience. Everything about her drives me insane, from the smell of her shampoo permeating through the bathroom after her long showers to the way she prances around the living room and kitchen wearing her tiny little pajamas. I’ve learned every single detail about her since she moved in and every day I fall in love with her a little more but she has no idea. She’s been etched into every atom of my soul and I need her to be mine.

She’d moved into my place after responding to an ad I’d placed about needing a roommate. She told me she’d broken up with her boyfriend and moved out of their shared apartment so it never felt right for me to make a move. I didn’t want her to treat me like a rebound, not when I have every intention of making her mine forever. But, last week, she’d put on a fucking red dress and heels fully done up to go on a date with some loser. I almost lost my mind when I saw her on her way out the door. How dare she go spend time with some loser guy when I’m right here for her?

That night, while I waited up all night for her to come home (she didn’t and I almost left the house to hunt her down and drag her back here), I made up my mind. If she can’t see what’s right in front of her, I’ll make her see. I’ll force her to. Plus, she deserves a punishment for whoring herself out to some random guy and I plan to teach her a hard-earned lesson.

It wasn’t very difficult to get my hands on what I needed, the internet really does provide all. A few searches, a couple hundred dollars, and a week’s wait for expedited shipping later, I was equipped with a fast-acting roofie and a powerful aphrodisiac, both of which dissolved nicely and undetectably into any beverage of choice.

It’s Friday night now and I’m jittery with a combination of nerves, excitement, and a feeling of finality. I’m finally getting a taste of what I want. She’ll wake up the next morning, maybe a little sore and tired but none the wiser of the events of tonight. And once I clear my head a little, I’ll figure out a long term plan to make her mine forever.

Really, I’m doing her a favor. I could be rough, be violent, hold a knife to her throat and force her to take my cock. Make her cry and scream and traumatize her to really punish her. But no, I’m too good to her to put her through that. Instead, she gets the easy way out, the nice drugs that make her pliant, relaxed, and needy. She gets to wake up the next morning and still feel safe around me, because she is. And eventually, she’ll learn to love me.

She’s curled up on the couch when I come out of my room, dressed in another one of her tiny pajama sets, her eyes leaving her Kindle to meet mine before she shoots me a beautiful smile. “Hey you! Where’ve you been? I feel like I’ve hardly seen you all week?”

I flash her a grin, “Been busy with work, I took on a new project and there’s been a lot of prep work involved.”

She nods, “Well I hope it goes well, I can’t imagine it not, you seem really good at your job!” If only she knew.

I smile at her before heading into the kitchen, calling out behind me, “You want something to drink?”

“Yes please! Can you grab me a can of seltzer, please?”

My smile widens when I hear that and I grab a can of her favorite flavor from the fridge before cracking it open and pouring the fizzy water into a cup. Both drugs dissolve immediately into the drink and I smirk before grabbing a can for myself.

I step back into the living room and settle onto the other side of the couch, handing over her drink. She smiles in thanks before taking a long sip. I hide my smile behind a drink of my own.

“Whatcha up to?” I ask, nodding towards her Kindle.

She shrugs, tossing her hair over her shoulder, the smell of her shampoo wafting into my face. My fist clenches. Fuck, she smells so good. “I’m just reading, nothing exciting,” she says. “What about you? Any fun plans tonight?”

I can’t hold back the smirk that lights up my face, “Nah, just spending a night in.”

She takes another sip of her drink and blinks her eyes tiredly. “Mhm, that sounds nice, getting to bed early sounds like a good plan.”

I nod, eyes fixed on her drink as she takes another swallow. My heart is beating hard in my chest as I try to restrain myself from showing my dark excitement for where tonight is headed.

I watch as she sets her Kindle down on the coffee table and rubs her eyes. “I think I’m going to head into my room…” her voice is softer now, slower as the drugs start to take effect. I nod at her drink, “You should finish that before you head in.”

She nods a little and drinks the last little bit, setting her cup onto the table and moving to stand. She barely manages to get herself up before she stumbles and her knees buckle, her body folding like a puppet.

I’m ready for her and I pull her into my lap, making sure she doesn’t hurt herself.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, you okay?” My voice betrays my excitement but she’s too far gone to notice. Her body melts into mine as she lets out a soft whine, “Mm really tired… and everything feels so hot…”

She leans her head against my shoulder and I let out a groan, the feeling of her soft body in my lap is almost enough to make me lose control. I laugh incredulously, “Fuck, those drugs really do work fast.”

I tap her cheek gently and look into her dazed eyes, “Hey. Hey, focus on me. You still with me?”

Her eyes blink slowly at me but she’s too delirious to respond. I’m so fucking hard now, the reality of what’s going to happen fully hitting me. I cup her cheek and lean my forehead against hers, groaning with desire.

“You’re all mine now, huh? Drugged out of your mind and completely vulnerable. You look so pretty like this, not a single thought in that gorgeous head of yours, isn’t that right?”

My lips meet hers and I moan into her mouth as I claim our first kiss. First of many. She’s soft and pliant underneath me, her lips clumsily moving against mine. I run my hand through her soft hair as my lips work feverishly against hers. My breath comes out in harsh pants when I finally pull away, the taste of her lips making my head spin.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect like this. So obedient, so good for me. Not like last week, when you whored yourself out to some fucking guy, huh?” My voice turns mean as I recall the red hot fury that governed my every thought the night she went out. My hands get rougher as I move her around in my lap, pulling her back to my chest and spreading her legs so they splayed open for me.

“If you’d just been a good girl, tonight wouldn’t have needed to happen like this. But no, you betrayed me. You went and fucked some other guy and now I need to cleanse him from you before I can make you mine. Because that’s what you are, my perfect girl, isn’t that right?”

Her eyes have fluttered shut now but it doesn’t matter to me because when my hand trails down her stomach to her clothed pussy, I can feel the burning heat. The aphrodisiac’s doing its job too.

I chuckle and grab a fistful of her pathetically tiny shorts and jerk them hard off her legs. She lets out a soft whimper from my harsh treatment and I coo softly at her, “It’s okay, darling, this is what you want.”

My fingers press against her bare cunt and she’s soaked.

“Fuck, you’re fucking dripping. Look at you, drugged out of your mind and this pretty pussy is weeping for me.”

I run my fingers gently across her pulsing clit and her legs twitch, a soft whine escaping from her lips. I start to rub her sensitive little clit in circles, spreading her own wetness all over her pussy.

“So messy for me, huh? I know you like this, I can feel your cunt pulsing. Only I can make you feel this way, you’ll learn that soon.”

She’s letting out little desperate whimpers and a glance at her face tells me she’s so out of it that I have nothing to worry about. I slide a finger into her pussy and groan at how tight she is.

“Fuck, your pretty pussy feels so good wrapped around my finger. God, you’re so nasty, getting all drugged up and turning into a little mindless toy. You’re leaking all over my lap and I’ve barely done anything. What a filthy little whore.”

I thrust my fingers into her and curl them upwards, letting my thumb keep rubbing her little clit. I almost wish she were more lucid so she could hear all the dirty things I’m telling her.

“Fuck, I can tell you’re close, huh? You gonna cum for me, all drugged up and making a mess all over my fingers?”

Her soft whimpers have turned into louder moans and I can tell by her little hip thrusts that she’s close. My fingers don’t stop and I feel her shudder in my arms, a soft mewling cry erupting from her as she cums for me. I groan softly and work her through her orgasm, my fingers rubbing mercilessly against her little clit as she trembles.

“That’s it, baby, feel good for me. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, isn’t that right? You’re fucking mine.” I pull my fingers away from her and taste her wetness, moaning at how good she is.

I scoop her up and carry her into my room, laying her gently down on my bed, her head lolling in her drugged state of semi-consciousness. I brush her hair away from her pretty face, admiring her.

“I love you, pretty girl, do you know that? I love you so much and I’ll prove that to you. You won’t remember any of this tomorrow, but I promise you’ll never doubt how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”

I crawl over her, pining her body down onto the bed with my own, my hands running everywhere over her body. I trail soft kisses over her skin, licking gently down her neck and into the valley of her pretty, pretty tits. Her nipples are so hard and a gentle flick from my fingers makes her let out a soft, sleepy whine.

I draw a hard peak into my mouth and let my tongue play with her sensitive flesh, scrapping my teeth gently against her. Another whimper from her. I want nothing more than to leave love bites and marks all over her skin, proving that she belongs to me for anyone to see but I control myself. Leaving marks would mean leaving evidence and I can’t have that, not yet.

I spend another few moments gently playing with her sensitive tits before I get too impatient to wait any longer. My cock has been straining against my sweatpants since I saw her take her first sip of her drugged drink and I can’t hold back anymore. I make quick work of my own clothes before I finally press my naked body against hers, every single bit of her form fitting perfectly against mine, like we were made for each other.

Her pretty cunt is still weeping, making a mess all over my bed. “I wish you were awake for this so you could see how fucking perfect we are for each other. But it’s okay, your mind might not remember this but your body well. Your body will know it belongs to me.” I groan as I swipe a finger through her wetness, making sure to nudge her little clit, savoring the hitch in her breathing that follows.

I smirk as I grip my throbbing cock and run the head gently across her dripping folds, moaning at the feel of her. “Fuck, such a desperate little cunt for me. You like this, huh? Like the feeling of my cock rubbing your cunt? Fuck, you’re so good like this.”

I slowly start to press into her, the tight, wet heat of her pussy making my head spin from pleasure. She lets out tiny little moans as I bottom out inside of her, her cunt clenching around me so tightly I would’ve thought she was awake if I didn’t know better.

“Fuck, that’s right. I own this pussy, this tight fucking cunt gripping my cock. Fuck, you’re all mine.” I’m panting as I start to thrust into her, every single movement making her limp body jerk.

She’s so good for me, so obedient as I take exactly what I want from her. Her eyes are still shut but the sounds she makes while unconscious are almost enough to make me worry she’s actually awake. I thrust deep and she lets out a delicious little whine.

“Fuck yes, you’re so sensitive like this, huh? The drugs making you so needy for me and my cock. Is that little clitty feeling neglected?” I groan as my fingers rub harshly against her clit, the movement making her cunt tighten even further around me. It doesn’t take long before I hear her little whimpers escalate and her hips jerk. Her soft, relaxed body is driving me insane and I start to loose my rhythm as she milks me.

“You getting close again, love? All drugged up, stuffed full, and about to cum again for me? There you go, you like that huh? I know you can’t answer me but your body tells me enough.” I rub her clit faster and shudder when I feel her orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy milks me hard and it pushes me over the edge.

I fuck her through both our orgasms and I collapse onto the bed next to her, taking care not to crush her underneath me. My heart is pounding as the pleasure ebbs out of my body, leaving me satiated and content. I pull her into my arms and press my lips to her temple, my eyes taking in her flushed face, closed eyes, and trembling body. My pretty girl is all tired out from tonight’s activities.

“You did so good, love. I’m so fucking good to you, aren’t I? I made sure you’d enjoy this, made sure you would cum over and over again. I treated you so well, I didn’t leave a single bruise on your soft skin. You should be so grateful, baby. I made sure to be gentle, to be so good to you. Made sure to buy you the good drugs so you wake up tomorrow nice and easy. You won’t remember any of this but it’s okay. I’ll remember and I’ll know that our first time together was perfect.”

I press my lips to her skin again and pull her tighter into my grasp, my own eyes closing as I drift off to sleep with her.

I wake up several hours later, her body still tucked into my own, her soft breaths tickling my skin. I take in the vision of her curled up in my bed and it almost makes me want to fuck her again. But I can’t, her drugs are going to wear off soon and I need to make sure she opens her eyes in her own room, dressed in her pajamas so she has no clue what happened.

I groan softly as I extricate myself from the bed, my body already missing hers. It’s easy enough to redress her in her pajamas and carry her into her room. I tuck her into bed and press a soft kiss to her forehead before heading out of her bedroom.

I’m too restless to go back to sleep so I throw on a pair of sweatpants and go to sit out in the living room, replaying the events of last night in my head. As time passes, there’s a sinking feeling of dread building in my stomach. What if the drugs didn’t work as expected and she wakes up remembering everything that happened? If that happens, everything falls apart. I’m wracking my brain to come up with a contingency plan and wanting to punch myself for not thinking this through earlier when I hear the door of her bedroom open.

My eyes immediately find hers and part of my relaxes when I see no anger, fear, or revulsion in her face. Just sleepiness and a look of contentment.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” My voice sounds thick and croaky and I cough awkwardly to cover it up. She smiles at me and walks in my direction.

“Good, really good.”

She comes to the couch and settles next to me. Closer than normal. A lot closer, she’s basically pressed right up against me. I blink at her.

She smirks and her hand comes to rest against my chest. My bare chest. My breath stutters and I look at her with wide eyes. “What- what are you doing?”

She giggles, “What? You spend all night doing unspeakable things to me and now a little hand on your chest has you freaking out?”

My mind short-circuits as my stomach drops. “What?” My voice comes out in a croak and panic seizes my entire body.

I hear her laugh again but everything feels like a haze. I watch, frozen, as she tucks herself against me and leans into my chest.

I clear my throat and stutter a little when I speak again, “What- what do you think happened last night?”

She smiles at me. “You mean before or after you drugged me?”

Fuck, I’m screwed. I fucked up. It’s over. My heart is pounding as I struggle to process what’s happening. “What?” If I had higher brain capacity right now, I’d be desperately coming up with some excuse but nothing comes to mind. She laughs again and cups my cheek in one hand.

“Stop freaking out, you didn’t do anything that I didn’t already want,” her voice punches through the confusion in my head and I stare at her.

“What?” That seems to be my favorite word right now.

She pats my cheek. “Okay, fine, I’ll explain, I’m done messing with you. I’ve been into you since I moved in. And I know you’ve been into me too. It’s really hard to miss all the signs, you’re always doing little things for me, buying me the snacks I like, making excuses to spend weekends together, staring at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

I blush a little at that, I guess I haven’t been subtle.

“I kept waiting for you to do something about it but you never did. So I ‘went on a date’ last week to try to provoke something out of you.” I blink dumbly at her air quotes.

“What? It wasn’t a real date?” There’s so much for my brain to work through right now and I can’t focus properly because she keeps stroking my chest.

She laughs and rolls her eyes good-naturedly, “No, it wasn’t a real date, I got dressed up and went to a friend’s place to stay over to make you jealous so you’d do something. And you did. Only I thought you’d ask me out finally, not concoct this insane plan of yours.”

I blink slowly at her, she continues, seeing that I’m incapable of stringing together coherent words right now.

“You left your laptop out last week and I saw the shipping confirmation of the drugs in your email. It wasn’t hard to put together what you intended to do. I didn’t think you had it in you,” she teased. I’m still dumbfounded.

“It wasn’t that hard to get to the packages before you when they came in,” she shrugs. “The roofie I swapped for a sugar pill but I kept the aphrodisiac intact because it sounded fun. And when you drugged me last night, I just pretended that the roofie worked. Honestly, it was so much harder than I thought it would be to stay still through everything but so fucking worth it.” She smiles at me before kissing my cheek.

My mind is racing as I put all the pieces together and all the panic and fear from earlier is replaced with awe. I let out a choked, incredulous laugh. “What the fuck? You’re fucking crazy,” my voice is reverential as I grab her and pull her onto my lap. My lips find hers and I feel her melt into the kiss, every single fiber of my being relaxing with her.

I pull away and look into her eyes, “I love you, you’re perfect.”

She smiles, “I love you too.” She winks at me, “I can match your freak.”

Note: Hi friends, I'm baaack! I'm so into the "crazy obsessed lover x willing recipient" dynamic so hope y'all enjoyed this one!

[victoryai]

1ST HOUSE RULER IN THE SIGNS

Today, we just gonna deal with 1st Lord in the signs, it don matter If your 1st lord is sun or moon (that's not what I'm dealing with). What im dealing with now is the sign which your 1st lord is and that sign can be in whichever house.

Instead of focusing on the 1st lord planet, were focusing on the sign its placed in. Clear??

🔭1st Lord in Aries ♈: You naturally have a sharp personality. You are someone who is able and willing. Someone with a mind of his/her own to make decisions. Someone with a temper, somewhat harsh at times 😂. I'd define you as a go getter never giving up so easily. Also possessing a face card that is hard to forget

🔭1st Lord in Taurus ♉: You are someone with a somewhat refined personality, calm and grounded. With a love for luxury and comfort, money is a necessity!!. Tendency to gain weight easily cos you take in a lot of calories 😉.And you easily get too attached to material things.

🔭1st Lord in Gemini ♊: You are a swift person both mentally and physically. Multitasker is your second name. With your ardent style of communication, you can win over the hardest hearts. You are inclined to study anything interesting that crosses your path.

🔭1st Lord in Cancer ♋: You are a private person, preferring to keep to yourself most of the times. Family oriented and caring. Likes to have a house and a home all in one . Someone who understands the meaning of emotions. Very close to Mom at times

🔭1st Lord in Leo ♌: I'd describe you as a person of the moment 😆. Someone with a zeal to live life to the fullest. A bright personality. A lover of attention . Stealing the spotlight everywhere you go with your childlike energy. Taking pride in being your true self. And having all the crushes to yourself 😡

🔭1st Lord in Virgo ♍: If I met you five years ago I'd testify that you still look same even today. You possess that forever young look . You might look petite but you are internally loaded with alot of info. An analytical mind is part of your inbuilt characteristics. You tend to argue your way out of chaotic situations 😂.

🔭1st Lord in Libra ♎: That feminine energy is very noticeable 😉. The way you walk, talk, move is an evidence of balance and charm . The rate at which you steal hearts is alarming 🚨. You're a people's person, someone who loves to walk with people rather than alone.

🔭1st Lord In Scorpio ♏: No doubt you're a secretive person. You're always evolving and adapting. Someone who easily benefits from others in one way or the other. An deep epitome of mystery and beauty. Do I smell deep pockets? 🤑

🔭1st Lord in Sagittarius ♐: At first glance most people will testify that you look like a learned person, even with your somewhat funny face card 🤣. You might be a huge person, or tall. With the urge to explore, you might travel frequently or live in a foreign land for long

🔭1st Lord in Capricorn ♑: You always have this serious look on you, sometimes unintentionally too. Lord!! You guys have a nice face structure and an amazing jawline 🥺. Not very handsome/beautiful in teen years but always the prettiest adults!. It's normal to experience frustrating delays or blockages in younger years because Saturn wants you to earn it and that's the trick that makes your successes last.

🔭1st Lord in Aquarius ♒: There's always something so unique about these ones. A unique face card . They're very innovative and so into tech things. Also there's something weird 🥴 about these guys. Honestly 1 in a 1,000,000. Plus, they also have certain ideas that they hold close to their heart🤔.

🔭1st Lord in Pisces ♓: There's that softness that most people can perceive around you. Your aura is like..................🤔 that of a fallen angel. These ones can easily zone out 😴 while talking to you. I guess that's because they're more immersed in other realms. Tendency to get addicted to an activity. Very poetic in nature. And dreams a lot 😉

©Victoryai

[knavcsblade]

unprofessional.

+18!

cw: professor/dilf!arlecchino x student!reader. NOT highschool; both arlecchino and reader are adults. dom arle, sub r. overly descriptive. a lot of tension. age gap. power play (?). slight degradation. cunnilingus. 

wc: 3.4k

summary: professor arlecchino tutoring student reader who had fallen behind in class… and lesbian sex.

a/n: i couldn’t stop thinking about dilf arle as a professor… i would apologize, but i know this is a millionaire idea. plus, i haven’t written in ages and my fingers are now moving all over the keys like it’s nothing. i’m free!

Lessons have always been annoying—as far as you can recall—so much so that you would usually find yourself pouring your focus into the most insignificant things you could think of.

You would bring novels into class to read as the professor explained a new subject; you’d look out the window and process all the things you had to do on that very specific Tuesday afternoon; you would even take naps in between the prolonged sentences of that one teacher you simply couldn’t stand, for a reason that managed to escape you every time.

That was until the day the man was rumored to have been fired and replaced by another professional with more experience on the field—someone who most likely wouldn’t bore all the students to death.

Great, you thought, another male educator with an inflated ego who would roll his eyes at every inquiry from his pupils before proceeding to answer sarcastically just to make them feel witless. You were oh so excited for that.

The moment you looked up from your walnut desk, you already knew something was off. Everyone went silent as soon as the door opened—a common occurrence, though it felt different this time, especially since the clicking of heels echoed through the large room.

“Good morning, class,” those were the first three words that came from the new professor. The gravelly depth of her voice carried an air of authority that quickly forced everyone to put all their attention on the manner in which she approached her desk.

You were all in almost a chokehold in an instant, that was as clear as day. However, you seemed to be the most interested one out of the bunch by the way your eyes lingered on her form—on the way there was a lack of sway in her hips that you were unused to.

Most of the female scholars were nothing like her, and not just physically, you could already tell. She carried herself in a way that had you almost hypnotized, and you already knew you would be paying attention this time around.

There was a soft thud that bounced off the walls when she set her messenger briefcase on the dark wood of her new desk, eyes glimmering like coals in the darkness never leaving the class sitting before her. “Before we begin, introductions are indispensable,” her gaze flickered towards you for a few seconds before she spoke again.

That was… odd. You definitely looked like a deer in headlights to her now.

“I’m Arlecchino, and I’m afraid I will be your new professor from this moment onward… and no, I shall not disclose the details of your previous professor’s departure, before you ask.”

The auditorium had fallen silent the second she walked in, but due to the velvety, spellbinding tone of her voice, it seemed to grow even quieter. Of course, she had every student’s undivided attention at this point, but you found yourself staring at her for longer than would be considered appropriate.

The way she wore her suit captured your notice almost instantly. This was a common attire worn by every professor at the institute you attended, though hers was utterly captivating. The way the fabric clung onto her body, adding the way she carried herself… it was difficult for you to focus on her words at all, no matter how hard you tried.

And oh, her voice had you in a trance. The way the low vibrations of it echoed through the room sent shivers down your spine in a way you had never felt before. This person couldn’t be real…

You were so distracted by her you didn’t even realize the lesson was already over until you noticed the people around you beginning to stand up—Arlecchino taking a seat at her desk just to go through some papers she had taken out of her briefcase.

Much to your dismay, you were snapped out of your thoughts by this and, of course, her speaking. “Make sure to continue… hitting the books, as they say. In spite of your former professor’s leave-taking, the exam dates remain the same.”

The moment you got up and most of your peers had exited the room, you simply had to look at her for the last time. Truly, where did this woman come from? She was otherworldly, in your very honest opinion, and you were one hundred percent upset about having to make your way outside at that moment.

But oh, did you enjoy the lectures now.

You enjoyed her… them so much, the quality of your exam was abysmal. For her, even having to read the few words you wrote down felt like a punch in the gut, and she almost winced while going over it. However, who could blame you? Your last professor was truly someone who spoke and lulled you to sleep, and she was too distracting for you to even begin to comprehend the words that flowed out of her mouth.

The moment you picked up your test from her desk, you didn’t even look at it. You caught a glimpse of red inked scribbles all over the paper, clearly Arlecchino’s corrections, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even read what she had to say. You already knew you had messed up—what was the point?

You always told yourself you would simply ‘study more next time’; however, this was futile. All the subjects were related, so you practically were doomed to fail. You hadn’t the time to go over so many different things in just a few months.

The lesson began once you sat down, and one more time, your chin rested idly on the palm of your hand as you watched her. This was the sole reason you had underperformed on the exam, or so she thought.

She could almost vividly see the way her speech went in one of your ears and out the other, and in spite of her calm demeanor, it was slowly beginning to vex her. Were you truly this careless?

Of course, she kept an eye on you while she explained the intricacies of the new subject at hand, slowly pacing before the entirety of the class as she did her best to direct your attention to her words—not the way her steps allowed you to notice just how toned her frame was beneath the fabric of her suit.

The second everyone got up to leave the auditorium after long hours, you heard a soft “you”—one that oozed authority despite its calm tone. You already knew whose lips that simple word came out of. Naturally, you looked disoriented as you approached Arlecchino with your bag now hanging from your shoulder and heart beating so loud in your chest it might as well have been about to burst.

“Yes?”

Her gaze eventually turned to you, blackened hands gaining purchase on her own hips as she looked down at you. Finally, you could see her nails up close, one of the things you continued to ogle while sitting a few feet away from her, and you were more than fascinated by them now.

She cleared her throat to catch your focus once again after noticing it deviating from her face, and you would have been startled if only you hadn’t found her so attractive. “I have been informed that you are… one of the students who didn’t exactly pay attention to these classes previously. I wished to let you know you may come to me after lessons so I can clear any doubts you might have.”

Her eyes bored into yours as she spoke, and if you couldn’t hear your own heartbeat in your very ears, you would have assumed it had stopped completely. Educators were allowed to be mesmerizing, sure, but you had never found yourself being so… distracted by one.

“I’m positive you have quite a few of them, since I was told you spent most of your time dozing off or staring out the window at the previous professor’s lectures. Not to mention the way you seemed more than distracted in our last ones, unlike the other students…, and your failed exam.”

You immediately felt called out by her—who wouldn’t? Wasn’t this deeply embarrassing? This woman assumed you were, well, an uninterested fool, judging by her almost condescending tone. She already knew you had always been busy hearing her voice, but never truly listening to her. You felt your cheeks begin to burn from the shame.

“Yes, I…,” you cut yourself off to clear your throat, fist covering your mouth as you thought for a few seconds. Would you confirm her obvious assumptions about you, or reject her offer? Well, the answer was obvious. “I suppose it would do me good.”

“It would do your grades good,” her head tilted ever so slightly to the side as she spoke, piercing eyes solely focused on yours at all times. They were inhumanly beautiful yet hauntingly distant; despite this obvious nature, you couldn’t look away. “I don’t particularly enjoy the idea of my students falling behind.”

That said, a vocal sigh left her parted lips and filled the room in an instant. 

“We will meet at the library, yes? Perhaps I can… enlighten you for once.”

And so she did. She would spend hours on end trying to get certain things through your pretty little head, often having to literally snap you out of your thoughts. You spent long periods watching the way she held her garnet fountain pen instead of listening to her, and this was becoming tiresome.

You could practically hear her jaw clenching as you quietly giggled and lied through your teeth. “Don’t worry, I understand” and “yes, that makes sense” were things you would say time and again, even if Arlecchino hadn’t been speaking for minutes.

In a way, she found you… amusing, albeit irritating. The situation wasn’t one she was used to, even after years of being an important scholar of Teyvat.

You thought you weren’t being so blatant, though she caught on the reason for your absentmindedness pretty quickly. She would notice even the smallest of details about your actions, like the way your gaze would drop to her lips as she spoke, or how you continued to bite the inside of your cheek—it was almost as if you were somewhere in between reality and some different plane of existence.

She didn’t blame you, however. You were very clearly infatuated with her, and oh, did she find it sweet.

The only issue with these private lessons was that neither of you had considered the fact that the library closed once a month for the staff to conduct a book recount. The first Friday this took place, Arlecchino found herself having to simply invite you to her home so you could both resume your routine.

This wasn’t exactly inappropriate, at least not to her. It was fairly common for her colleagues to take the students who needed the most support to their places so they could perform their duties as tutors to them—you were utterly flustered, however.

You had ‘sneakily’ gotten information out of her about her personal life, like how she had adopted three children a few years back, or how she had a beautiful garden with rainbow roses she enjoyed taking care of before making her way to the institute. None of that could ever compare to setting foot into her house, fully missing those children she had mentioned before.

You now sat at the desk in her study, cross-legged with your tightly clasped hands resting on your lap and Arlecchino sitting before you. You desperately wished to look around—to take in the way she had decorated the room and maybe catch onto small details of hers she wouldn’t confess. However, you kept your gaze on her the entire time. Furniture could wait, could it not?

“I apologize for the… chaos,” her voice rumbled as she focused on putting away the scattered papers all over the large desk into a folder.

All you did was wave your hand dismissively in response, and if you weren’t looking so intently, you would have missed the way the corners of her lips lifted with utmost subtlety.

Your books were covering the mahogany wood in minutes, Arlecchino slightly leaned in as the crimson crosses in her eyes focused on the words plastered on the pages. She could definitely feel you studying her form more than you would ever study the sentences sitting right in front of you. She had had enough now.

Her voice pulled you out of your head in an instant, doe-eyed as you hummed. It took you a few seconds to register her question, the usual “did you understand?”

“Oh, uh… yes, absolutely.”

“Do it, then,” she said, leaning back with crossed arms and brows furrowed slightly enough to make you press your lips together instinctively.

It was clear you were puzzled at her words. You hadn’t heard what she had uttered before, and she just knew it.

“I’m… sorry, what?”

To this, all she did was exhale deeply through her nose and begin to organize all the books and papers you had placed on her desk. Her patient demeanor was beginning to falter, and all due to you.

“Get on the desk. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” Her answer was simple, and the way she said it left no room for hesitation whatsoever.

She put all your belongings aside to rest her palms on the edge of the furniture, getting up with a swift movement that made her chair roll back and give her enough room to wait for you to do what she had commanded. It was clear there was a plan in her mind, one about what she would do to you the second you obeyed, and it was nerve-racking.

Oh, well. Who were you to not do as she said? Especially when her gaze lingered on yours expectantly.

You slowly made your way towards her, hands trembling as you used them to prop yourself up and now find yourself sitting atop her desk in pure silence. Your legs were pressed together, naturally, since you had decided to wear a skirt due to the hot weather that had taken place merely a couple of weeks earlier. You didn’t wish to expose yourself before her, or did you?

“You know, dear,” she started as she drew closer, the nickname as well as the manner in which her hand found its way towards your thigh making your heart race in what could only be anticipation, “you aren’t good at listening, or understanding what I regularly explain to you… or keeping your focus on something other than me.”

At that moment, everything around you seemed to vanish. She was now so close you could feel the heat of her body against yours and her breath tickling your face. Somehow, before you could even react at all, she stood between your spread legs as her blackened hand snaked its way under the fabric of your skirt.

Could your poor heart even take all of this?

“I’m sure you aren’t even paying attention to what I’m saying right now, are you?”

“Sorry, you… you’re too close. I can’t…,” you didn’t even finish your sentence, but not due to her. It was all because your mind could only concentrate on the way her nails uniformly dug into the plush skin of your thigh.

“You can’t… what? Think? Of course you can’t,” she muttered in response, knowing she needn’t speak louder considering the closeness between you two.

It didn’t take her long to shatter this small distance, however. She leaned in impossibly closer, giving you all the time in the world to pull away if you wished to do so—if she had been stupid enough to misunderstand the whole situation. Yet, as the seconds passed, you didn’t. Obviously. 

Her other hand managed to gain purchase on your waist to pull you in and meet her lips halfway, wrapping you in a kiss as unhurried and torturous as it was passionate and hungry. And oh, the way you finally let out the breath you weren’t aware of holding through your nose the instant you tasted her only made her fully press herself against you.

You let her in eventually, a whimper betraying you as she fervently explored your mouth and her fingers wrapped around the hem of your underwear to slide it down your legs. She couldn’t find herself caring about anything other than giving you what you had wanted in such a desperate manner since you first saw her, even more so ever since you had managed to grow on her so easily.

She thought you were simply… almost adorable. The way you drooled every time your eyes landed on her was something she found more than entertaining, and she wished to see how many reactions she could pull out of you with uncomplicated deeds.

Arlecchino only pulled away to kneel before you, and you couldn’t help but notice the fine thread of saliva that connected your lips before it snapped once her face waited right in front of your unclothed, drenched cunt. She watched you in silence, crimson eyes now turning darker at the sight of your desperate expression.

You just wanted her to ravish you, didn’t you?

All she had to do was lift your legs up to rest on her shoulders just so her tongue could finally roll between your folds and soak in your fluids fully. This took longer than you were hoping for, but once it did, your head lolled back at the feeling.

This was followed by you dragging a moan out of the depths of your throat, an action that made her hold tightly onto your thighs since she could already tell you would be the type to squirm and make a mess only from getting eaten out.

The pretty noises coming from you the moment she found that sweet bundle of nerves only made her react by digging her nails into the warm skin of your thighs and shoving her face even further into you. Her nose was pressed against your mound, and the sensation of the small hairs pricking on it made the feeling even more enjoyable for her.

She seemed to eat your pussy out like a woman starved—one not afraid to pour the entirety of her silent desire onto you and watch you relish it in its entirety. She could even feel the mixture of your wetness and her saliva beginning to drip down her chin and pour onto her pants to stain them in the future, all the while she lapped against your sensitive clit.

Long minutes full of moans, whimpers, and your hand tangling in her hair passed when you felt that well-known heat forming in your lower stomach. You couldn’t ignore it, and neither could she. Arlecchino could simply tell how close you were to an orgasm just from the way your legs squeezed her head every once in a while.

“Fuck… fuck, Arlecchino, please,” a strained plea that was interrupted by a mewl left your mouth which hung open for her to hear you.

Between lewd slurps and wet noises, her eyes found yours for what probably was less than a second. This managed to get you to clench around nothing as a loud moan filled the air.

“How vulgar,” came the only muffled response from her, though she lacked the sharpness of her usual tone. She was absolutely pussy-drunk at this point, only focused on bringing you to ecstasy with her tongue and claws carving crescent moons into your thighs.

It didn’t take you long to find your release, twitching and holding onto absolutely anything on that desk to keep yourself from fully resting on it. Even at the peak of your orgasm she didn’t let go of you; she was entranced by making sure she licked you clean of all your juices no matter what. It became overwhelming at one point—the way she made sure to swallow your climax solely made you wish this would have happened sooner.

Once she was done enjoying your taste, she slowly got up to wipe the remains of your loud crescendo with the back of her hand, red crosses finding your pupils though she knew you were more than out of your five senses.

“I do hope that, after this, you will pay more attention to our future lessons, dear,” her voice was somewhat deeper, and it forced you to nod through your exhaustion.

You would definitely focus on her words from now on.

[cjrae]

Rank And Responsibility. Or: The Hairpin Scene from Jinshi's POV.

Be warned now about the consequences of choosing to do an English Lit degree - you end up doing lit crit for fun. With that in mind, let's break down the hairpin scene at the end of Covert Operations (Episode 5). Mild spoilers for Jinshi's arc are below.

While this moment does kick off the romantic subplot, with all the implications that giving Maomao the hairpin out of his own hair has, I would argue that this is not the moment Jinshi realizes he's in love with Maomao. Instead, from his point of view, this scene demonstrates how Jinshi handles failure.

Holding Power In An Open Palm

This is still very early in the story. Our first hint to Jinshi's true rank does come in this scene, but for now we know him as the manager of the Rear Palace. For the three thousand people who live and work there, for all intents and purposes, Jinshi is the highest authority they will encounter. He literally has the power of life and death over them, either directly in the case of the servants and eunuchs, or in the case of the consorts, his word to the Emperor directly can serve the same purpose. We also see Jinshi use this power early on - he's not just there to keep order, but also to test the consorts' loyalties and virtue. We never see what happens to the lower-ranked consort who attempted to invite Jinshi back to her room, but at the very least that report ensures that her already small chance of the Emperor choosing her as a potential mother of the nation is utterly cut off - and if she doesn't bear children, she will be discarded.

We also know that Jinshi will not hesitate to order corporal punishment if he views it necessary - for example, when Maomao discovers that the toxic face powder is still being used by Consort Lihua's ladies in waiting, she mentions in the aftermath that the eunuch who failed to recover the powder was flogged, while the lady in waiting who hid the powder is put in solitary confinement. These are brutal punishments - and if we consider the historical inspirations, these are also very restrained consequences. For hiding an item that caused the death of the prince (unfortunately, the more valuable child) and has put the life of one of the Emperor's favored High Consorts in danger, Jinshi would be utterly within his rights to order executions. If ignorance is a sin, ignorance in the face of knowledge is a greater one.

Microcosm of Li

For all that Jinshi holds his power lightly, he also takes the responsibility that power bestows upon him quite seriously. It's worth noting that Jinshi takes over governing the Rear Palace shortly after Maomao's service contract is purchased. (Remember, Xiaolan talks about the "beautiful, new eunuch that's been posted to the central courtyard," which tells us that Jinshi has not been in the Rear Palace long enough to become a fixture - he's an object of speculation and admiration from episode 1).

In context it's clear that, with the birth of two Imperial children, his job is to ensure the survival of the Imperial line and investigate why children of the Emperor are dying consistently in one of the wealthiest and safest places in the entire empire. We're shown him running in between Lady Lihua and Lady Gyokuyou to ensure that their very sick children are being seen to properly, investigating what could be causing it, while also managing tensions as rumors about the Emperor's children being cursed begin to spread and outright accusations of sorcery are being thrown between consorts. While the audience might immediately scoff along with Maomao at the idea of one consort cursing another, if Maomao hadn't found the cause of death, those types of accusations followed by Lady Lihua's and Princess Lingli's inevitable deaths could have ended with Lady Gyokuyou's execution.

The Rear Palace is a reflection of the nation as a whole. No Imperial heirs plus the deaths of two High Consorts with various foreign and domestic political ties had the potential to thrust the entire nation into chaos. Jinshi's choices have very real consequences, so when Maomao discovers what the true cause of death is and sends her warning, Jinshi looks at Maomao and doesn't see a person. He sees a "perfect pawn." A tool, one with talents that have ensured that at least one Imperial child has survived and providing a rational explanation why these children have died so that it can be prevented from happening again - and a skill set that can be turned to preventing any more shenanigans in the Rear Palace that could threaten the empire's foundation.

And, as Gaoshun points out, in the beginning of the hairpin scene, she is a toy. Maomao amuses Jinshi up until this point.

For all that Jinshi is shown wielding power with a light hand and a responsible mindset, it literally doesn't occur to him that the people working in the rear palace have stories - some tragic - about how they came to be there. They are resources to be used as befits the Emperor's (and therefore the nation's) need.

Hidden Beauty

When Maomao turns around and Jinshi doesn't recognize her until she speaks, he's shocked. He thought he knew exactly who and what this girl was - ugly and unremarkable, except for her intellectual brilliance and the challenge in managing her by other means than empty compliments and smiles. He attempts to recover and assumes that she is enhancing her looks - and is shocked again when he realizes that the face Maomao has presented to him so far is a protective mask against attracting attention. In a world where beauty is both a currency and a tool that others covet, Jinshi doesn't understand why Maomao would deliberately devalue herself like that. So she tells him.

This is the moment Maomao becomes a person to Jinshi.

Not a toy, not a pawn. Someone who has been ripped from her home and her life illegally and sold off. It's in this moment that Jinshi is forced to confront the ugly side of the society he lives in, people who would rape Maomao out of pure convenience or just take a "borderline marketable" girl off the street in order to get extra drinking money.

Worse, Jinshi is complicit in Maomao's captivity. The Rear Palace has bought her contract - and as the manager of the Rear Palace, Jinshi is responsible for everything that happens within its' walls. The fact that Jinshi does not personally oversee service contracts is irrelevant. The buck stops with him. If the Matron of the Serving Women or whoever is below her is buying these contracts without checking their sources, that is Jinshi's fault because he has allowed a lax enough system to flourish. He has failed to govern this microcosm of the nation wisely, with thought for the welfare of the least powerful among his people. Worse, he has failed to even notice the problem - Maomao may say she's angry about having been kidnapped and sold, but she doesn't react in a way that indicates anger. Instead, she's resigned. Yes, what happened to her was wrong and she's angry about it, but there's literally nothing she or Jinshi can do.

Or Is There?

Jinshi offers Maomao two apologies, the first of which is our first hint to his true status. "I'm sorry we couldn't police them better." Maomao immediately blows off this apology - she points out that there's no way Jinshi should have known and has a very "all's well that ends well" attitude about her situation - her contract will be up eventually and in the meantime she's managed to land in a fulfilling role. Essentially Maomao is telling Jinshi that this apology is not his to make - he's overstepping his responsibility. And, if Jinshi were simply the manager of the Rear Palace, she would be right. It's his job to ensure that the Rear Palace is properly staffed, not to regulate that all contracts comply with the law.

Jinshi apologizes again. This time, he offers no other context. He doesn't accept Maomao's absolution of responsibility - because he knows (even if we, the audience, don't) otherwise. It can certainly be read as Jinshi refusing to accept easy absolution, and the rest of those witnessing the scene, apart from Gaoshun, certainly take it that way.

Instead, he takes the hair stick from his own hair and places it in Maomao's. Their entire relationship has just been upended; Maomao is a person who has been gravely wronged and it is Jinshi's responsibility to begin to make it right. Aside from the personal implications of giving her the hairpin (and the faint blush on his face makes it clear that he's aware of them), it is a form of restitution. There is an unspoken social contract Jinshi is offering that Maomao does not understand in the slightest. It never occurs to her that Jinshi would do something for her with no thought of what he would receive in return, because of the difference in their social ranks. But, from Jinshi's perspective, that social difference is the point. He has failed her and, as the person of higher rank, it is his responsibility to do what is within his power to begin to remedy the situation in front of him.

And, of course, in that moment he sees Maomao in a new light, the other meaning of gifting her his hairpin has fertile ground to take root in Jinshi's mind.

[yeollie-plz]

Light The Flame

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 2

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy is a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing

Gif credits to owners!

Inspired by this post from @deathsholywaterr ! I hope I did your idea justice!!

Also this shit is long so buckle up!

It had been about three months since your parents' divorce was officially finalized. Your dad had moved out long ago and with no other ties keeping her in California, she decided to move back to her hometown in Texas. And although you would miss your friends and the life you had in LA, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed (and deserved) a change. Plus, you had just found out your boyfriend was sleeping with your so called best friend. So, yeah, you wanted to get out as soon as possible.

All of your stuff was packed into a moving van and moved across the United States. You knew Texas would be super different, but a welcome change. Not to mention a chance to reinvent yourself. Taking college classes and finding your path in life, that was the goal. But, of course, a girl still needs to have a bit of fun and you and you had heard Texas nightlife was very fun!

That's how you found yourself, perched on a barstool, at a downtown Austin bar, listening to drunk people sing karaoke only hours after unpacking your clothes. You giggled lightly to yourself as a very drunk man hit a way too high note. Rotating the barstool around to place your now empty glass on the counter and just as you were about to motion the bar tender over to order another a man settled in next to you. He leaned against the counter, a bit closer to you than you would've liked.

"Hello gorgeous, how 'bout you let me get you a drink?" His words slurred together as the smell of the beer on his breath wafted towards you. Your nose scrunched in disgust.

"How about no?" Your tone was sweet, but your words were not as you batted your eyelashes at the man. He was cute, but you weren't exactly in the mood for flirting especially with someone as intoxicated as him.

"Come on, one drink. We don't even gotta have a conversation, just wanna know your name. I'm Tommy by the way." He held out his hand, with how close he was it almost hit you in the face. You recoiled.

That's when a different man appeared next to the two of you, he grabbed Tommy by the bicep and yanked his hand back. Then pulled his body a few feet away from you, finally giving you the space you had been wanting the whole time.

"I'm sorry about him, sugar. My brother is an idiot and I'm an idiot for thinking he'd be okay alone for five minutes." He turns to Tommy. "Can't even let me pee, without causing me problems, can you?"

Trying to hold back your smile, you flattened out your skirt, getting rid of the imaginary wrinkles in it. The brother's eyes lock onto your hands, seemingly just now taking you in. He gulps as his eyes glaze over, then clears his throat.

"I really am sorry about him. Here, let me buy you a drink." He says and you almost giggle at how badly the two brothers want to buy you alcohol.

"Don't worry about it! Sadly, I am used to drunk men coming up to me. I appreciate it though, but honestly I should get home." He looks lost in thought, like he's debating offering to drive you home. But just as he opens his mouth Tommy slips and falls, almost taking his brother down with him. Then, who you're assuming is the older one tries to get him back to his feet.

He continues to struggle to get Tommy up, as you stand from your seat after placing a few dollars onto the bar for tip. Tommy drops to the floor again and he sighs. Ruffling through his pocket he pulls out his card and hands it to you.

With a quick, "If you ever want that drink." Before getting Tommy to his feet and pushing him back to where they must have been sitting. You glance at the card wanting to know his name.

Joel

A few days later, you found yourself at the grocery store. You wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Half in an attempt to orientate yourself with the new areas and half just looking for what sounded good. You wanted snacks, just weren't sure what exactly. As you pushed your now pretty full cart down the wine aisle, you saw a familiar face at the other end.

You tracked him with your eyes for a second before his met yours. A smile graced his lips, eyebrows raising in surprise. Honestly you were surprised yourself. Not only did he recognize you, but he was happy to see you.

Making his way towards you, he offered you a small wave, which you returned. Your cheeks heated up slightly, you remembered he was attractive, but now in the bright florescence it showed even more. Glancing down at your outfit, you cursed yourself for not putting in just a bit more effort this morning.

"Hello again." Joel said when he finally made it over to you.

"Hello again," You mirrored his words, "Wasn't sure you would recognize me just now." You cursed yourself at the words you let slip out. Insecurities on full display.

"Of course I would recognize that beautiful face again." He says nonchalantly, like he didn't just openly call you beautiful. Like he didn't just openly flirt with you!

Cheeks flushed, you cleared your throat, "Did...uh...did you and Tommy get home alright?" He smiles like you've said something funny.

"We did, you?" Awkwardly, you shift your weight.

"I did."

He looks at you with the same smile from before, something mischievous now playing in his eyes. Cocking his head at you, he looks like he is trying to get you to say more.

"You never called, don't want that drink, sugar?" Now you are adorning a playful look back. He was scared you weren't going to call him?

"I was getting to it." You say, simply. Not wanting to come off too desperate, but also not letting his hopes get dashed.

"I was really looking forward to seeing you again." Joel takes a step closer to you.

"I might be at the bar sometime this weekend, maybe you will." At your words his eyes darken slightly. He knows you are toying with him.

Taking one more step towards you he leans down, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, "Maybe I will." And he's trying to play back. He smirks at you before offering you another wave and walking off into the depths of the store.

You are left there, blinking and blushing at his retreating figure.

That weekend, you were doing your makeup oh so precisely. The dress you had picked out hugged your figure perfectly. You wore your best heels. Your hair was meticulous. Now to just hope Joel showed.

It's not like the two of you picked a specific day or time so what if he wasn't there? You couldn't think like that, you could only hope for the best and look your best too.

As you pushed open the door of the same bar you had first met Joel at the cool air washed over you, causing you to shiver. That's when your eyes met with his. It was almost like he had his eyes trained onto the door, just waiting for you to arrive. It looked like he chuckled at your shiver as he stood and made his way over to you.

"Cold princess?" His head cocked at you in amusement.

You crossed your arms, "Actually I'm just fine." And with a nod you saunter past him and towards the bar to order a drink.

He follows closely behind him and you just know he's smirking at your response. Joel lets you attempt, and fail, to gain the bartenders attention. Before he places a hand lightly on your shoulder and nods as if to say "watch this".

Bringing his fingers to his lips he blows out a loud whistle, your eyes widen in shock. He smirks down at you before making eye contact with the bar tender who is now staring incredulously at Joel.

"Joe, think you can get my girl here a drink?" My girl? He didn't mean it like that, he couldn't have.

"Only since she's so pretty. But you? I've told you about doing that, Miller. So annoying." The bartender, Joe, mumbles the last part more to himself but both you and Joel hear it. Joel laughs behind you, you feel the rumble of his chest against your back. A shiver runs down your spine.

He leans down, talking into your ear, "Sure you aren't cold?"

You roll your eyes, he knows what he's doing. Actually, he's doing it on purpose. Letting out a scoff, you readjust your position on the stool allowing your body to graze against Joel's a bit more. His hand reaches out to grip the edge of the bar. You can feel his eyes boring into you, his knuckles are turning white. Yep, you know what you're doing as well.

And just as Joel was about to say something else to you, Joe comes back with two drinks in hand. He passes a smaller glass to Joel, with what you assume is scotch in it. Then he passes a taller glass with a mixed drink in it to you. Its the same drink you got the other night you came in and you wonder how Joe remembered. But you brush it off as good customer service and take a sip of your fruity drink.

Joel smirks down at you as you are obviously enjoying your drink ad sips his as well. The ice clinks in his glass when he sits down the half empty vessel next to you.

Once again, he speaks into your ear, "Why don't we find a booth?" Nodding in response, he holds his hand out to you to help you off of the stool. You can't help the blush that rises to your cheeks at how much of a gentleman he is.

The two of you sat and talked for hours. Subtle flirts, learning about each other, anything and everything. Although you weren't sure you were ready for a relationship after the train wreck that was your last one, you enjoyed Joel's company and it seemed like he enjoyed yours. Plus, it didn't hurt to just have a strictly physical relationship, did it?

Thats how you found yourself agreeing to another date with Joel. Thats how you found yourself moving your hips into his on the dance floor. And thats how you found yourself in his bed later that night.

Currently he was sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs straddling his as you kissed fervently. Your hips moved seemingly on their own, grinding your clothed core down onto his jean clad member. He groans into your mouth when you grind down even rougher. Big hands grip onto your hips, stilling your movements.

"Careful princess." His voice is deep as he mutters into your lips before catching them in a deep kiss again. This causes you to now let out a moan. Damnit if you weren't the most turned on you've ever been.

Joel seems to catch onto the faster movements of your hips, knowing you need more. His lips trial down your neck to the juncture of your shoulder, he bits you lightly before licking over the marks. You gasp, bucking your hips forward at the feeling. He smirks against your skin and moves his lips down your exposed chest. Silently thanking yourself for wearing such a low cut top.

Lips ghost against the skin of your breast before he pulls your shirt aside to let one boob out of its constraints. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and that's when you fully loose yourself into the pleasure. If you weren't fucked before, you sure were now. Well...you were going to be soon hopefully.

Pulling off of your bud, his breath fans over the sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. Something flashes in his eyes as a smirk graces his lips.

"Either you're always cold or I really have an effect on you." He says, craning his neck back towards your lips. You roll your eyes before he's meeting lips with your own and flipping you over to lay on the bed.

Your head lands all but gracefully on the plush surface, his lips never leaving yours. The hands that were on your hips, now explored your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. One massaged your still covered breast, the other slowly made its way up the inside of your thigh. His fingers tentatively crossed over your core and up to the buttons of your pants. Your need to have him inside of you grew stronger as you lifted your hips involuntarily, trying to urge him to take of your pants.

"So desperate." Is all Joel says before he is popping open the first button. Then the next. Then the next. Slowly he unbuttons them all and pulls your pants just as slowly down your legs. The pace makes you whimper out.

He was right, you were desperate. But with how slow he was going, who wouldn't be?

"I want to taste that pretty pussy." Joel says as he finally makes eye contact with your lacy underwear.

"Please, I just want you inside me." He gives you a look at your words, like he wasn't sure you meant it. Or he wasn't sure you were that ready?

"Next time, please Joel just fuck me already."

He seems to contemplate this for a second, but ultimately agrees, "Your wish is my command."

He slips out of his own shirt and quickly slides his jeans off too. Standing there in just his underwear, you swear you could pass out from the view alone. But your head was too cloudy to say anything. Joel seemed to see the lust in your eyes and just shook his head before grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

"Take your shirt off for me, sugar." Its a bit more of a request than a command but you follow it like it was an order. You had to admit it was a bit sexy to be told what to do.

"Good girl, let me see how wet you are." He stands over you while stroking his hardening dick through his underwear. You watch in awe before following his instructions and pull your own panties off of you.

Spreading your legs, you display your pussy to him and he groans at the sight. He strokes himself a bit faster as you slide your fingers through your soaked folds. Fingers dip into your opening and you hold back your reaction, keeping your eyes locked onto his. When your fingers are thoroughly coated in your juice, you trail them up your torso to your mouth. Sucking your fingers in and licking them clean.

Darkness fills Joel's eyes as he decides this is the last straw and he is on top of you in a instant. Pulling your fingers out of your mouth he shoves them into his own, swirling his tongue around your digits.

Quickly he pushes off of you just to take off his underwear and slip the condom onto his painfully hard penis. You gulp at the sight, mouth watering like you've been in a desert for days. You make a note that next time you must also taste him.

But, these thoughts leave your head as quickly as they came because Joel is pushing his member into you. As the tip breaches your entrance, you are gasping and gripping onto his arms for support. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as he begrudgingly paces himself, trying to let you adjust

You almost giggle at the pained look on his face. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hook your ankles together and pull him the rest of the way inside of you. He has to catch himself from falling on top of you from both a mixture of shock and the forceful nature of your movement.

Eyes meet yours with a shocked look. You just give him a smirk and a shrug in return. Regaining his composure, he pulls out of almost completely. So painfully slowly that you almost keel over. You know its your punishment for what you had done and you were feeling the full force of your actions.

But, the punishing doesn't last long as he enters you again. He thrusts out to his tip again only quicker and rougher. Continuing this action of thrusting in and out of you picking up a tempo.

After letting out another moan when he slams into you particularly hard, you crane you neck slightly to see the look on his face. He seems to have fully lost himself in the pleasure. The teasing is all lost and he is now fully focused on getting you both to your orgasms.

Joel is now fucking into you with no more reservations. He reaches a hand between the two of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubs the bud in circles, trying to work you towards your peak.

"Cum for me, princess." He says with a grunt, gripping your hips roughly. His hips snap into yours roughly.

You feel the beginnings of your orgasm. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten. Your hips buck up at the feeling, needing to orgasm.

"Joel!" You gasp out as you are pushed over the edge. You clench around his cock, pussy urging him to cum as well.

Working you through your orgasm, he continues his motions on your clit. He thrusts are getting a bit out of rhythm as he is also reaching his own peak. Leaning over you he reattaches his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

As his hips stutter into yours he is thrusting into you one last time before spilling his load into the condom. Joel moans into your mouth as he works himself through his orgasm. Hips slow down as his orgasm ends and Joel is plopping down next to you. Wrapping you in his arms as his member is still inside of you.

All that is heard in the room is heavy breathing for a minute as Joel's sweaty body surrounds yours. You look up at him and his eyes meet yours. A smile graces his lips before he is pecking your nose and bringing you even closer to him.

Eventually, he pulls out of you and ties of the condom. Moving to toss it in the en suite before returning just to wrap you back into his warm embrace.

After the first time you and Joel hooked up, the two of you hung out at least three times a week. You would go to the bar, get a few drinks, talk a bit, laugh a bit. But you would always end up back at Joel's place. In his bed. In his arms.

Your mom was also starting to catch onto something going on with you. With you coming home late, giggling on your phone, smiling randomly at the thought of Joel. Not to mention, you were acting a bit shady. Even your friend noticed a change when she called you the other day.

But it was nothing but physical, right? Right...

Pushing open the door as silently as you could, you slightly stumbled into the dark house. Still a little tipsy as well as a bit of jelly legs from your earlier activities. Slipping off your shoes and picking them up so your heels wouldn't echo, you tried to reach the stairs to your room.

The minute your hand grabbed the banister, the lights in the living room flipped on like some movie scene. Your mom sat on the couch, arms crossed staring at you.

Jumping you tried to calmly greet her, "Hey mom."

"Don't 'hey mom' me, where have you been?" She was never this serious, so it scared you slightly.

"Out, I found a bar in town and I've been hanging out there." You didn't want to mention Joel just yet. One because how did you explain to your mom that you had a fuck buddy. And two that that fuck buddy was almost twice your age.

"By yourself?" Shit, she saw right through you.

"I mean, I talk to a few people there. Made friends with the bar tender. Well sort of, he's a bit serious and-"

She held up her hand to stop your rambling. You snapped your mouth shut.

"Who drove you home?" Joel had been driving you home from his house almost every time you guys hung out. He didn't like you taking a taxi that late.

You gulped, "I got a taxi."

"I know that's not true, Y/N. You're seeing someone. I can tell. You're different since we moved here and I think it has to do with someone." Your eyebrows furrow at her confession. Was she mad at you for staying out or mad at you for keeping secrets from her?

"Okay, maybe I am. I'm an adult!" You really weren't sure what she wanted to hear at this moment.

"You are, but I just want to make sure you are responsible."

Now you were rolling your eyes and crossing your arms back at her.

"Responsible? I can assure you I am." What did she think? That you were going around sleeping with randos and not using protection?

"Good," She stood up now and made her way over to you, "I just want to make sure you're okay, sweetie. After all that happened before..." She trailed off when she saw the hurt on your face at the mention of your ex.

She continued, "Anyways, I can see you're happy, so I won't pester you much about it anymore. But, can you at least try to come home earlier. You know I worry." She places a kiss on your forehead and moves past you up the stairs a bit, only turning back to hear your reply.

"I will, I'm sorry you were worried." You smile at her, she returns that smile.

Making her way to her room she shouts back one more thing before closing herself in her room, "And I wanna meet him sometime!"

This has you gulping, breathing cut short, body rigid. How were you going to get out of this one?

The next morning as you sluggishly made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by your overly excited mother.

"Morning sweetie!" You almost cringe at her loud voice, feeling the effects of your late night.

"Morning." You grumble out, before making your way to the pantry to find something to eat.

She's humming to herself as she cooks some eggs on the stove. At first you don't think much of it, until you notice her almost bouncing on the balls of her feet. It makes you take a pause, she was excited about something and she definitely wanted to tell you about it.

"Why are you so happy?" You ask with a smile in your voice. Leaning against the pantry door, you make eye contact with her. She blushes, smiles, and then looks back down at her eggs.

"Remember how I told you I went out with a group of friends from high school the other night?" You nod recalling how she animatedly told you about that night and all the nostalgia.

"Well, we are all hanging out again tonight. I'm just excited." Now you nod in acknowledgement. But she did seem a bit more excited than just a hang out, eh whatever.

You went back to looking for your cereal, grabbing it and a bowl. While pouring your cereal into your bowl, your mom speaks again.

"Plus, I might have a man too." Jumping slightly at her confession, you almost spill your cereal. You weren't sure you were ready for her to date again. It seemed weird after your parents had just divorced. You'd never seen either of them with anyone else, just strange.

She continues without you saying anything, "We went to school together. Used to have a bit of crush on him back then, but never worked out. Anyway, he was with us that other night and when I tell you he aged well!"

Almost laughing at how your mom was acting like one of your friends. Cute little crush and everything! You still felt a bit weird about hearing something like this from her. First of all, ew! Second of all, was she ready?

"Oh, that's nice." Is all you can manage to say, before taking a bite of your cereal, that you had just finished pouring milk into.

"'That's nice.'" She repeats, setting her spatula down and not making eye contact with you.

"Yeah, mom, that's nice. It will be nice for you, after dad..." You trail off, not sure if this is a sore subject or not. The two of you didn't talk much about the divorce anymore. So you thought it better to tread lightly.

"I think so too." She says, a bit more happier now as she resumes her eggs.

Yep, it will be nice.

After your awkward breakfast with your mom, you returned to your room to text Joel. If your mom was going out, you might as well too, right?

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message. Quickly dropping whatever you were previously doing you crashed down onto your stomach on your bed. Kicking your feet as you unlocked your phone to read the message.

Joel: Sorry, sugar but I have plans tonight. Tomorrow?

You sigh, guess everyone was busy tonight.

You: No worries! See you tomorrow!

Sighing, you flipped onto your back, staring at your ceiling trying to think of what was going to keep you occupied tonight.

You decided to take the time for a self care night. Painted your nails, did a face mask, read a bit, before ultimately ending up in the bath.

The soak felt nice and after weeks of not focusing on yourself enough, it also felt nice to just relax. Plus, if you were glowing the next time you saw Joel, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you.

That's how you found yourself, wrapped up in your soft robe propped up at your vanity. Hair wrapped in a towel while you rubbed lotion into your legs.

Just as you were finishing up, the doorbell rang downstairs. Sighing, not really wanting an interruption, but needing to answer it nonetheless. You pushed up from your seat and made your way downstairs. Not even bothering to change out of your robe.

And you would have never expected what you were about to see on the other side of the door as you swung it open.

There stood Joel and another lady, trying to hold up your very drunk mother. Eye immediately lock onto Joel's, an apologetic look on his face as he wasn't sure what to say.

Your mother however saw you and tried to rush at you to hug you. Slurring about this and that. How much fun she had, how pretty you were, anything and everything that came to her inebriated mind.

Joel and the lady held her back, trying to keep her on her feet and off of you. After the initial shock of the moment, you finally realized they were probably trying to get you to let them inside.

"Oh! Um, come in. I'm sorry about her, uh maybe just put her on the couch?" You gesture towards the living room and move aside to let all three of them through. Joel glances back at you as you close the door, eyes also trained onto him.

They try to place your mother onto the couch as carefully as they can, but she falls to the side anyways. You are almost horrified at the situation. Joel, here. Your mom, drunk. Joel with your drunk mom.

Joel clears his throat while the lady is busying herself with your mom, "As you can see, she's a bit tipsy." He states the obvious, you bite your lip as he shuffles from foot to foot nervously.

"A bit." You conclude.

"Yeah, uh, it might have been my idea to play a drinking game. Sorry!" The lady on the couch calls over her shoulder, returning to your mom.

Your eyes never leave Joel's. As the shock subsides, you finally put some pieces together. Your mom was going to see some high school friends. Joel was one of your mom's high school friends. You were hooking up with your mom's friend. Fuck!

Joel tries to read your face, you can see how he wants to go over to you. Wants to apologize properly or explain himself. Anything to make you feel better.

"Sug-Uh, Y/N right?" He almost lets his pet name for you out. You nod, like he doesn't moan out your name nightly.

"'m Joel and that's Linda." You nod again. What then fuck is happening right now?

"Do you think we should take her upstairs?" The lady, Linda, finally turns to look at you. She scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. Eyes shift to Joel, who is seemingly now taking in your appearance as well. You notice his Adam's apple bob a bit as he tries to wet his now very dry mouth.

"I mean, she will probably be fine there. One night on the couch isn't so bad." You try to joke but Linda's face stays stern.

"I'll take her up, can you bring her some water?" She looks to you and you nod again, now gulping at how serious she is.

Linda grabs your mom off the couch and surprisingly easily takes your mom up the stairs.

"The door on the left." You call out, realizing you never told her. Linda grunts in acknowledgement before taking your mom into your room. The second the door closes, Joel speaks.

"Linda's a bit serious."

"A bit serious? I was gonna say scary." He laughs at your statement.

"She is, isn't she?" He laughs again, before stopping as his eyes latch onto yours.

"Baby..." He trails off, not sure what to say.

"So, you're friends with my mom?" He nods. You open your mouth once, twice, before closing it again. Also not sure what to say.

"Obviously, I didn't know until she gave me the address tonight. Then I didn't know what I was going to say to you. I couldn't act like I knew you and-" He stops his rambling as you step towards him, placing a hand on his chest.

"It's okay, I know you didn't know. I know you wouldn't keep something like that from me." His hand engulfs yours, pulling it up to his mouth to peck your palm.

"You're so good to me." Taking a step closer, his forehead rests on yours.

You giggle, "You're so good to me."

The two of you sit there in silence for a second before he speaks again.

"You look so pretty right now, angel. I wish I could kiss you."

"You could." You confirm, bringing your face closer to his.

And right as he is about to attach his lips to yours, something crashes up stairs. you jump back from Joel at the sound before the two of you rush upstairs. Just to find Linda and your mom on the floor, laughing. You sigh in relief before noticing the pile of book knocked off the bookshelf.

"What happened?" You ask.

"She fell while trying to put her pants on. Knocked over all these books and me." Linda replies in between laughs. Only a bit shocked by her switch in emotions, you sign again.

"It's okay, you guys have done enough. I'll put her to bed now and clean that up in the morning. Thank you for everything." Linda nods, stands, and dusts herself off. Before looking to Joel who just gestures for her to go first.

Joel glances back at you once last time. Almost taking a step towards you, before shaking his head and following behind Linda.

The front door closes down stairs and your attention returns to your mom who is still sitting on the floor. Her head is slumped over and her breathing is even, like she has fallen asleep just like that.

"Come on, mom, let's get you to bed." You reach under her arms to lift her up. She doesn't help but falls into another giggling fit. Trying so hard not to laugh to you push her down under her seats, tucking her in just like she used to when you were little.

"That was him." She says all of a sudden.

"That was who?" You reply, not fully listening as you pick up one of the books.

"The guy I was telling you about. The one that grew up well. He's hot right?" You stop mid movement of picking up another book. What?

But before you can even say anything else soft snores come from the bed. You stand up and place the book back onto their shelf. Leaving the room silently.

You lean against the door once you shut it, stomach tying into knots.

The guy your mom is interested in is the guy that you are currently seeing. What the fuck?

The next morning it was your mom's turn to come into the kitchen groaning. Holding her head she sits at one of the barstools at the island.

"Morning sunshine." You greet her with a laugh while sipping your coffee.

She just grunts in response, you laugh again. Turning to make her her own mug of coffee, knowing that's exactly what she wants right now.

You slide it over to her, her eyes widen for only a second before lifting the mug to her lips. As soon as the liquid touches her tongue she is smiling into the brim of it.

"Thank you." She says as she places it back onto the counter. You raise your own mug to her in a "you're welcome" gesture. She sighs.

"Did I embarrass myself last night?" Groaning again while rubbing her temples.

You laugh, "Only a little." Holding up a pinching gesture with the hand not holding your coffee.

You take a sip while your mom speaks again, "Oh! But you met Joel right? What do you think?" And that's when you choke. You were kind of hoping she didn't bring up Joel.

"That bad?" Your mom chuckles while you try to recover from your coughing fit.

"Uh...um he didn't seem too bad." You finally say as you recover just enough to let the words out.

Your mom only nods, taking your short answer as enough.

What were you going to do?

You had sent a text earlier in the day to confirm with Joel that the two of you were still on for tonight. Although, you were a bit confused by the whole situation currently. You knew how you felt about Joel and honestly you were tired of hiding it from not only yourself but also him.

Now you could only hope he felt the same. That hope, however, came fully to fruition when the you showed up to Joe's bar and Joel was standing there waiting for you, bouquet in hand. You almost teared up at the gesture.

When you crossed the bar to him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your body into his. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before handing the flowers to you.

"Sorry again about last night." You hit his chest at his statement. He backs up in shock, mouth wide open. His dramatics make you laugh.

"Stop saying sorry, it isn't your fault. My mom should be apologizing to you!"

"Still I should've at least warned you we were coming." Dramatics dropped as he looks down at his feet.

"While you were driving? Joel Miller!" Now you are the one being overdramatic and it makes him laugh like it had made you laugh.

"Fine, but I still feel bad."

You sigh, "Fine, but you're not sitting in this corner all night! Dance with me!" You grab his hand and pull him onto the dance floor.

When you start dancing he is only swaying his hips a bit, not fully into it. But you aren't having any of that, you grab his arms and slide his hands down your sides. Flipping around so your ass makes contact with his crotch. This seems to make him react as he grabs your hips in almost a warning.

Although, of course, this only eggs you on to continue your teasing. Grinding your hips back into his like that very first night the two of you hooked up. You spin back around, hands moving up his stomach and chest finally resting latched behind his neck. Your head is tossed back as you continue to move your hips dangerously close to his own. Neck is on full display for Joel and he takes this as an opportunity to crane down and place a soft kiss there.

His head now rests on your shoulder using his hands to help move your hips in time with his. You smile, he must be feeling a bit better now. So when he raises his head out of the crook of your neck you raise your own to meet eyes.

But you don't see lust there, you see something else. Love? It makes you gulp, goosebumps raising on your skin as he leans down to bring his lips to yours.

And when he pulls away, "I want you." He says, but it isn't in the lustful way he usually says it. Not sure how to reply, you smirk teasingly.

"Then take me."

"Not like that, baby. I-I want you. I-" Words seem to stop at the top of his throat, fearing that they will topple over.

Still unsure, you say the first thing that comes to mind, "You have me. I've been yours for a while, Joel." The look in his eyes sparks almost unnoticeably.

"You're mine?" You nod. "Promise?" Another nod.

"Come home with me?" Instead of answering, you attach your lips to him.

Waking up in Joel's arms felt so much different than all the times you had been in his bed and in his arms before. Something about the intimacy of your conversation from the night before and the intimacy of being in his bed now. You were just so serene. It felt right. There was no other way to describe it.

Obviously, after leaving Joe's you ended up at Joel's place once again. Although this time you had told your mom so she wouldn't worry and you had also, at Joel's request, told her that you weren't going to come home at all tonight.

Of course, like all the nights before Joel and you had ended up fucking, but last night felt different. It was slower, it was intimate, it was like he was making love to you. If you had asked Joel he would tell you that's exactly what he was doing.

Glancing over at Joel, you see that he is still asleep. You try to carefully let yourself out of grip to get out of bed but his strong arms keep you there.

As you try again, he just grips you tighter letting out a groan. He opens his eyes slowly.

"Don't leave me." He says while still waking up.

"I'm not leaving, Joel, I-" He cuts you off by pulling you roughly into his side.

"Joel-" you warn with a squeak as he pushes on your stomach with the heel of hi hand. "-I need to pee."

He still doesn't let you up. Just nuzzles his face into your hair. His breath tickles your neck.

"If you don't let me go, I'll end up peeing in your bed." You try to warn him again and finally he lets you go with a sigh.

But before you can make it fully into the bathroom he is calling out behind you.

"You're mine?" Your eyes roll.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Joel." Another warning tone.

"Promise." This time it wasn't a question.

"I promise. Now let me go pee!"

After peeing, you returned to Joel who was still sprawled out in bed. He brought you back into his arms as quickly as he could. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just bathing it each other's warmth.

Until Joel's hands started wandering. First it started with rubbing soothing circles onto your back. Then the circles moved to your thighs. The circles becoming less soothing and more whimper inducing. Then they moved to just above the waistband of your pants (boxers you had borrowed from Joel). Only for them to dip past that waistband just a second later. Now teasing your already dripping slit.

Whimpering out, Joel caught your sound with his lips. Letting his tongue taste yours. The kiss was slow, passionate. No matter how much he wanted you, he was taking it slow.

His fingers continued teasing your pussy lips, collecting your juices before slipping just the tip of fingers past your folds. Gasping, you bit down on his lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. The shock made him loose himself for a second but he recovered quickly and continued teasing you.

He did this for a minute or two never letting his lips leave yours. Bringing his fingers to your clit he rubbed the bud a few times before slipping his hand out of pants. You whined at the loss.

"I need to be inside of you. Can't wait any longer." He says before pushing you to turn around so he was now behind you.

You heard Joel rustling through his nightstand for a second before tearing open a package. Shifting away from your warmth for only a second to slide his underwear down and slip the condom on.

As quickly as he can he is returning to touching you, hand moving up under your shirt. Lips are on your neck nipping and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin.

The hand in your shirt moves up to tease your boob, massaging both of them. The other hand is moving back to the waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs as much as he can in the position that you are in. You help him by lifting your hips a bit.

Joel slides his dick into you from behind, it being easy from till being a bit stretched out from last night. Not to mention all the teasing and the amount of wetness that is almost dripping down your thighs at this point.

You don't even need to adjust to the stretch, "Please Joel." You breath out. He continues fucking into behind and kissing at your neck.

Hand is still in your shirt, just holding onto your tit. The other is holding your hip in place, like he thinks you'll slip away from him. He is fully seated inside of you when he slowly pulls out of you to hi tip, before fucking back into all the way to the hilt.

He continues his slow and steady pace, just taking his time with your body. Needing to feel all of you. Needing you.

Thrusting his dick in and out of you. Working both of you towards your release. Morning sex with Joel was definitely different than any of the sex you've ever had with him before but you were loving it. You loved how he was taking his time. He didn't want either of you to get overstimulated.

The hand that was on your hip wrapped around to tease your clit. The strokes were as slow as his thrusts. But he strokes once particularly roughly and you are moaning, turning your head to try and meet lips with Joel. He obliges and connects your lips.

This is what sends you hurtling towards your end. The softness of the kiss, the circles on your clit, and the slow yet perfect thrusts. It crashes over you unexpectedly and has you moaning out loudly disconnecting your lips just so you can catch your breath.

And the feeling of your walls clenching onto his member has him closer to his peak quickly as well. He's usually very sensitive in the morning so he isn't very surprised. So when you seemed to have caught your breath and you no longer are jerking with your orgasm, Joel is placing his lips back on yours. Kissing you deeply as he swallows your breathy moans from the overstimulation.

This causes him to reach his peak, cumming into the condom with a throaty moan. Thrusting roughly into you a few times to work himself through his orgasm. When he is finished he is pulling out of you and using your shoulder to turn you back to face him.

He pulls your head into his chest. Breathing is still a bit labored as the two of you just feel the other person. Appreciating the comfort. Breathing in each other's scents, content.

Later that day after a shower, with Joel, he drove you back to your house to drop you off. You didn't have any clothes with you after all, so you at least had to change and because you didn't exactly want to leave Joel yet, when you didn't see your mom's car in the driveway you convinced Joel to come up with you.

He didn't protest much after you promised him your mom would not be returning any time soon. So he followed you through the house and into your room. You ushered him in and watched as he took it all in. Shutting the door behind you two, you made your way across the room to Joel.

Wrapping your arms around him from behind as he looked at some pictures on your desk. You hadn't realized until now but Joel had never seen the way you lived and it was comforting to finally have him in your space.

"That's when I was seven." You said as he picked up a picture of you with a soccer ball in hand, blue jersey hanging on your little torso. "I begged my dad to sign me up for soccer and only did it for about three weeks before I decided I hated it." You laugh at the memory.

He laughs too and places it down, now picking up a picture of you and your friend from prom.

"That feels like ages ago." You muse, "There used to be another girl in this picture but she uh she fucked my boyfriend so I cut her out." You nod into his back before disconnecting your arms and moving across the room to sit on your bed. Playing with your hands, he places the photo down and moves to sit with you.

"I'd never do that to you." He says after a beat of silence.

"Fuck my boyfriend? I hope not." You try to joke but it doesn't fully reach your voice.

Joel grabs your hands, "Cheat on you." He says the thing you weren't sure you wanted to hear. You open your mouth but aren't sure what to say.

So he speaks instead, "You deserve the world and I want you to know that I'm prepared to give it to you." You smile, finally bringing your eyes to his.

"You sound so old!" You jest as you hit his chest. He grabs your wrist using it pull you forward into him. You fall into his chest, Joel uses that as an opportunity to stable you by a hand on your hip.

"If I really was that old, I don't think I could fuck you the way I do." He tone is laced with seduction as he brings his lips to ghost yours. Breath fans over your face, causing you to shiver. He smirks almost bringing up the inside joke of you being cold all the time. But throws this away to instead attach his lips to yours.

The kiss is fiery, not like the ones from this morning that were filled with passion, this one was like he needed to prove something. Prove he would always be yours and you would always be his.

His lips and his hands have you so much in a trance that neither of you hear a car pulling into the driveway. Or the front door opening. Or your mom calling out your name. Or climbing up the stairs. Or opening your door.

But you do hear the gasp and the sound of bags dropping to the floor as your mom sees the two of you. Pulling away quickly both you and Joel jump away from each other like a fire was just lit between you. Your head snaps to look at your mom and then back to Joel and notice she is doing the same thing with the both of you.

"Mom, I-" You try to explain but loose your words and good thing too because they would be falling on deaf ears anyways. With her blinking twice and rushing out of the room, back down the stairs, out of the house, and driving away.

You look back to Joel who has a mortified look on his face, then back to the doorway your mom was just in.

"Shit."

Part 2 !!!!!!!

[miyaz6ki]

hi ive been reading ur works a lot recently and i enjoy them a lot!!! i love love ur writing sm hehe

if i may, can i request for a situation in where kinich and reader are friends (but have feelings for each other), and they basically have sex in a changing room while reader was asking him for his opinion for the swimwear they’d wear?

thats all thank u and pls take lots of rest !!

so sorry but i happened to make this nsfw plus afab!reader, no real gender for reader, kinich calls them flower :3

"kin'! can you come in here really quick?" you shouted from inside the second dressing room, scanning the way you looked in the mirror, twirl, and everything.

"flower, you're aware i'm a male about to enter a female dressing room?" he raised an eyebrow, later you both agreed on attending mualani's party as she came back from an abyss hunt, or at least celebrating the fact that her tribe continues to strive.

but neither of you really swam too often, resulting in no real swimwear you both regularly wore. mualani gave you a few recommendations, but you really couldn't decide.

"jus' get in here, need you for this!" you exclaimed. hesitance clear in his steps, shit you needed him? he felt his swim trunks tighten as he heard that. he already chose clothes out earlier, just finding whatever was nearest to his hair's color and went with it.

he sat right outside the stalls of the ones you changed inside. still reluctant about stepping in to assist you with "choosing a color"? shit maybe he had to check if he got the wrong size on his swimwear.

damn, maybe the moonlight-colored one looked better. or- no, maybe the one that matched your eyes.. shit what about the one that were the color of his?! he couldn't decide, but it was paradise getting to see you try different things on.

what smart, and bright idea did you have in mind that made you think it'd be a good idea to have him in the same damn room as he was while you changed.

the drop of your clothes only turned him on more, his ears turning a crazier shade of crimson. once you let him finally look, and turn around to let him get a three-sixty view of the next choice. getting a pretty little view of your ass, letting his eyes dip down a little too low when you turned back around to give a view of the front as well.

"well whaddya think!" you flash a soft smile, your hands on your waist. kinich has a hand over his mouth, in an attempt to cover the splices of his cheeks that transitioned to scarlet.

he starts walking closer, caressing his hands over your curves, every inch that he can reach, slowly exploring your body.

oh, well here you were—getting your cunt fucked crazy, letting your front face the mirror beautiful as he pounded your ass, nails dig into the soft flesh blissfully. "ssshit flower... you feel better than I imagined." he coos as the thickness of his dick hit your g-spot so heavenly.

it felt as though you sucked in his shaft perfectly. god if your pussy could speak for yourself, it'd be moaning the same way you were right now.

you could already feel the knot in your stomach tighten at the thought of this moment. "k- kin'.. ahh- fffuck anyone c- could walk in!" he chuckles with a sinister tone, raspy throat from groaning praise out into the shell of your ear, sending a few licks to it, making you shudder in pleasure.

"that's the thrill of it, pretty." he tilts your head up to make you look at the sexy scene in front of you, the mirror fogging up each time you whine, and sobs of pleasure from how it felt having someone inside you for the first time.

the calloused pads of his palms caressed your waist, his fingers marking not-so-deep crimson marks into your body. he slammed the very base of his cock into your cervix, making sure you felt everything, every inch, and width of his dick to your innermost parts.

the bliss of getting to feel every little building block fall into place as he continues his relentless pace into you. gushing your sobs, making sure they're quiet enough so the people outside wouldn't hear the way you wailed his name but loud enough for him to get turned on each damn time. your incessant pants definitely would've made it obvious to every person who passed by.

holy shit—if you kept squeezing onto him like that, he might just cum inside you and leave for the party, letting it drip as you both traveled over to toyac.

the seat underneath you creaked, "kin'! fuck," you whined as he shushed you again, fingers fitting nicely into your mouth. "q- quiet baby.. i know y'r close.." his eyes closely observed the way your chest rose, and fell, addicted to the way your body had hurried reactions to how good his cock felt up your entrance.

"y'knew haa- 'bout how i'd react nnnh- didn't you, sweetheart? hnnn-" he whispered next to the shell of your ear once more, filled with sultry lust—kissing your cheek. his hands roamed your body, feeling you up and down as much as he could.

"wan- no. need to cum together, baby.. cum with me." he sounded as if to plead, but his emerald-amber orbs you saw in the mirror spoke out in hunger, a starved man who only wants even more of your essence all over his cock.

there it was—sticky loads of milky-white released into you. kinich's hand reached under to feel the bulge he made into your stomach. he places a deep love mark into your neck as he moans into your skin. arching your back away from his chest unlike how previously you could feel his clenched abs on your spine.

"f- fffuck!" you had to cover your mouth since his digits removed themselves out and from your mouth. kinich sends swipes and licks over your collarbone and nape.

after a few minutes of breathy pants, and whimpers. he left himself inside you for a bit, lifting you up to face him as he sat down against he mirror this time instead of back shotting you from behind—

"so.. i get the feeling that you like this one the most?" you looked down onto the swimsuit that matched—even complimenting his, mualani would tease you two about it, but to be fair it is you two.

"..i'll buy it for you."

[holylulusworld]

Thick friends (1)

Title: Thick friends

Summary: Is it love?

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Plus-sized Reader

Warnings: secrets, flirting, mentions of divorce, a/b/o

Rating: Mature

Words: 821

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo : a/b/o – alpha/beta/omega

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Bucky Barnes birthday bingo”: a/b/o – alpha/beta/omega

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo : U3: AU: Bakery

Card number: B004

Square filled for @buckyboybingo: Omegaverse

A/N: Inspired by an old episode of sATC

“Hello, Bucky! It’s good to see you!” You watch a stunning redhead step toward you and your boyfriend of three months.

“Nat, uh—what are you doing here?” Bucky nervously tugs at his tie, and you wonder why he’s suddenly nervous. He’s usually relaxed and laid back around you.

“Oh, I came here with my,” she clears her throat and points at a man in an expensive suit. He looks as stunning as the woman. Blonde and tall. “Steve.”

“Steve, I see,” Bucky hums while looking her up and down in her short black dress and matching heels. She’s breathtakingly beautiful; you give her that.

 “Hi, I’m Natasha,” she suddenly says, giving Bucky a stern look. She knits her brows together as he still hasn’t introduced you to her. “An old acquaintance of Bucky.”

You shake her offered hand and give Natasha your name. She seems to be very nice too, and you wonder again why Bucky didn’t introduce you to her.

“I don’t want to keep you,” she speaks again, giving you a soft smile. “It was very nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope to see you again soon. Maybe for lunch.” Natasha looks at Bucky. “Steve would be happy to see you too.”

Bucky hesitates. “Yeah…maybe.”

“Have a nice dinner,” Natasha says. She turns toward her date, walking away, leaving you wondering.

Bucky watches them chat, following Natasha and Steve with his eyes as you try to push the intrusive thoughts away.

“Why didn’t you want to introduce me to your friend?” You question with a huff. “Why do we always eat outside of town and never meet up somewhere downtown?”

“They are not friends,” Bucky replies, pointing at the table. “Let’s sit down now before the table is taken.”

“So…a new girl?” Steve didn’t wait for Bucky to come to his senses and meet up with him finally. “Buck—” He sighs and shakes his head as Bucky angrily glares. “We never sided with your ex, you know that. The rumors she spread weren’t true.”

“Well, you didn’t come around to ask how I’m doing either, right?” Bucky bites back. He’s in a bad mood since he met Natasha at the restaurant. “What do you want here now?”

“Natasha thought it was a good idea to invite you and your new girlfriend for lunch.” Steve tries to convince his former best friend to let the past go. “Buck, we used to be so close. You let rumors and gossip drive a wedge between us.”

Steve is not wrong. Bucky let the nasty divorce ruin more than his trust in women. Friendships ended, just like business relationships, as he couldn’t stop thinking everyone wanted to betray him.

“I can join you for lunch, but…” He trails off, not wanting to explain his relationship with you. “Y/N, she’s… She’s not my girlfriend.”

“I looked damn much like you are in love.” Steve crosses his arms over his chest, searching his friend’s face. “If you don’t want to tell me, I understand. It’s been a while since we talked.”

“She’s…” Bucky sighs, shaking his head.

“How did you meet? Who is she to you?” Steve presses on.

“I—we met three months and two weeks ago…” Bucky replies. He moves toward the window to look outside as he begins to tell Steve how you met…

Three months and two weeks earlier, …

“Hello, welcome to the sweet corner. What can I do for you?” You repeat the same line you said so many times in your life you can’t even count it anymore. “Care to try one of our newest creations? It’s a strawberry mascarpone cupcake.”

Bucky steps closer to you, looking at the cupcake in your hand. You smile sweetly at the handsome man, offering a bite to him.

“Uh, sure,” he hesitantly takes the cupcake out of your hands. “Thanks, but how do you make money if you give these away for free?”

“Oh, only the first fifteen customers get one,” you say, giving him your sweetest smile. “We hope you’ll recommend us if you like it.”

Bucky takes a small bite, humming as this is the best cupcake he has ever eaten. “It’s very good,” he moans and takes another bite. “It tastes phenomenal.”

“You’re too nice,” you giggle and coyly bite your index finger, batting your eyelashes. He’s far out of your league, but flirting doesn’t hurt anyone.

While Bucky eats the cupcake, you tell him that you only use natural ingredients.

“It’s…delicious,” he purrs, licking his fingers clean as his eyes drop to your cleavage. You’re wearing a floral-patterned dress with a low neckline and puffed sleeves. The skirt has multiple layers of ruffles that flow around your legs.

You watch him drink your appearance in while you dip your finger into the cream of another cupcake. “If you want to,” you lick your finger clean, moaning at the taste, “you can have another taste.”

[stxrrkissed]

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꣑ꦌ jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader ৴ LENGTH 1.1k

DESCRIPTION after an altercation at his job, jj needs your help in order to calm down.

CONTENT angry!jj ꣑ slight mention of luke (ew) ꣑ blowjob ꣑ p in v ꣑ creampie.

THOUGHTS another addition posted from my kinktober event that i didn't get to finish, only three more left to finish. i think that this is my first smut fic for the obx fandom.

𝒾. mlist 𝒾𝒾. previous fic 𝒾𝒾𝒾. prompts 𝒾𝓋. based on this ask

TODAY HAS BEEN A VERY BUSY DAY, you would think your job is giving something away with how many people there were. You locate your punch in card, indicating that you’re going on lunch. 

You need the break, with how overwhelming working at the country club can get from time to time. Plus you saw your boyfriend going on break just a few minutes ago and you wanted to spend some time with him.

But the first thing you do is head to the kitchen to pick up the food you asked your friend to make for you, she always hooks you up which is why you love working with her other than your boyfriend. “Thanks Nayeli, you’re the best,” you praise as you pull her in for a quick hug. 

“No problem, enjoy your food.” 

You make your way to you and jj’s secret spot knowing he’ll be there waiting for you, you found the place the first day you started work there when you got lost. No one really goes there so it is just you two spending time together there. 

You open the door and there is your blond boyfriend pacing back and forth as if he’s planning to dig a hole in the ground, a frown sits on your face as you watch him, clearing your throat to announce that you’re there. 

JJ looks at you though furrow eyebrows that only soften a little when he sees you, you could tell how angry he was by how red his face was. “What’s wrong?” You query, setting down your food in a safe spot, walking up to him, softly placing your hands on his waist. 

“I can’t fucking wait to quit this place!” He rambles, not answering what you had asked but you stand there and listen. “These customers are so fucking annoying, it took so much not to curse them out.”

“All of them have fucking attitudes like I won’t spit in their food!” JJ spoke, inhaling and exhaling as he went on. “Fuck customers are always right policy, all of them can go fuck themselves!” he curses, you run your hand up and down his chest, knowing how much he loves when you do that. “I know you’re upset and you have every right to be but remember why you got this job,” you speak softly. 

“You got bills you need to pay and not to mention your father will be on your case and I know you don’t want that,” you continue, looking into his blue eyes. “I know this job can be much at times but you need it, I don’t want you getting fired for losing your cool.” you add. 

“I know but I can’t go back out there, I’m way too angry and I might just snap at the first person that annoys me.” 

An idea pops up into your mind, separating yourself from him a bit as you walk up to the door, locking it with the lock, you know no one will come here as many don’t know about this spot but just in case, they couldn’t get in. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Shh, I know exactly what’s going to change your mood,” you say, standing in front of him again, going down to squat position, your hands wasting no time to unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and pulling his pants along with his boxers down, watching how his semi hard dick springs up, aching for your attention. 

You wrap a hand around his shaft, bringing your lips to the tip, giving it a kiss. 

You swirl your tongue around his pinkish tip as you give his shaft a few pumps before parting your lips to take him into your mouth. Your saliva makes it easy to slide his length down your throat. You look up to him, making sure that he’s enjoying it, his brows are knitting together as he lets out small moans making your cunt clench around nothing, making you wish that his cock was inside of you right now.

You begin to move your head up and down, sucking in your cheeks to cause more friction. JJ lets out a groan as he looks down at you, thinking of how pretty you look as you continuously bobble your head like a toy as you take his erect pulsating cock down your throat, occasionally the tip brushing past your gag reflex.

You love how much he’s enjoying you giving him head, seeing how relaxed he is than before. You bring your free hand under your skirt, placing it on your clit, moving your fingers over it in circles, moaning onto his cock, your fingers getting drench with your juices. 

“Shit…” JJ curses under his breath, your mouth was like magic to him. Working your way up from his base to the tip, massaging his balls and all he could feel was pleasure, all the anger he felt, fading away while he watches you do your thing.

“Babe, you’re making me feel so good,” he moans, not taking his eyes off of you, watching how you play with your pussy, hearing the squishy noise that comes out of it. You look up at him with tear filled eyes as you hold your position while drool makes its way down your chin.

“Hold on babe,” JJ starts, knowing how close he was. “I want to cum inside of you, can I?” 

“Yes,” you nod your head, getting up to bend over on one of the tables, spreading your legs wide open as JJ lines up the tip of his dick to your sopping hole after putting your panties to the side. He slowly slides his length into you, stopping once his pelvis flushes against the swell of your ass before starting to rock his hips, holding your leg up to reach a deeper spot. 

Your shared moans filling the room as he pounds deep into your aching core. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, indicating that he’s about to cum.

“Ahhh fuck…” he flushes against your ass once more, painting your gummy walls with his hot seed, breathing heavily as he drains every last drop inside of you. 

“Mmm… I’m happy that I could get you to feel better,” you stumble out. “We should get back to work now.”

You try to get up but he places a hand on your back to refrain you from doing so. “Nuh uh, we ain’t done until you cum baby, the customers can wait a few more minutes.” JJ smirks as he continues his torture on your greedy cunt.

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[thesvnandthemooon]

i can't help but imagine their reaction to a second pregnancy!! how do you think nat will react?

okay just to be clear: this one is entirely hypothetical. i don’t think they’d have a second baby lmao, especially not while they’re still in college. that being said, i love the idea of it:

˙⋆ how you find out ˙⋆

you start breastfeeding less when niko turns 8 months old. he’s old enough to try solid foods now — applesauce, puréed carrots, oatmeal with mashed banana. you get your period back not too long after.

natasha and you are careful. usually. mostly. fine, you’re careful sometimes. but there’s this myth that you can’t get pregnant while breastfeeding, and you both stupidly believe it without doing your research, so you aren’t too worried whenever you notice that you had unprotected sex.

cue you two months later, nauseous and tired. but not sleep deprivation-tired. no, it’s the kind of exhaustion you experienced when you got pregnant with niko. the one that makes you fall asleep as soon as you lay (or even sit) down, that makes you take naps in the most random places. when you wake up in the library, a sticky note stuck to your cheek and niko screeching in the portable playpen you brought along, you realize how unsettlingly familiar this is.

the nausea. the fatigue. the way you got breathless just walking up the stairs to the study area.

‘no way’, is your first thought. ‘absolutely not’. and, with a glance at niko: ‘i just pushed you out.’

you don’t want to believe it. you don’t want to think about it. you don’t want to talk to natasha about it, or even take a test.

do you have a choice? no. so you grab niko, sit down in your car and drive to the first establishment that sells pregnancy tests.

the cashier stares at you like you’ve just grown a second head. to be fair, it is a ridiculous situation — you, in sweats and a top with spit-up on it, a baby on your hip, sliding a pregnancy test across the counter. you give him a glare, your cheeks warming up, and nod at the test.

“just scan it”, you mutter. then, you add: “my girlfriend is six feet tall.”

he quickly scans the test, grabs the money you toss at him, and wishes you good luck. you don’t spare him a single glance.

natasha just got home from practice when you enter the apartment. she’s in the kitchen, wearing the very same shorts you ripped off her about a month and a half ago, a bowl of protein porridge in her hand. she smiles and walks up to you to scoop niko into her arms, but the look on your face makes her pause.

“what?”

“nothing”, you brush it off. “can you change him? please?”

she nods, already on her way to the changing table. you make your way into the bathroom and pee on the stick.

a ‘+’ appears. you stare at it for a solid five minutes, then natasha calls for help because niko won’t stop squirming.

˙⋆ your & nat’s reaction ˙⋆

you step into the living room, pregnancy test in hand. natasha found a solution to niko’s worm-imitation and changed him on the floor instead. she looks up, spooning porridge into her mouth, and lifts her eyebrows.

“you good?”, she asks. niko gurgles, trying to grab the edge of the coffee table and pull himself up. “what happened?”

“uh-“

niko screeches again, like a baby pterodactyl. he hurls a teething ring across the room. you pull out the pregnancy test and show it to her.

natasha full on malfunctions. spoonful of porridge hovering in the air and dripping into the bowl in her lap, eyes zeroed in on the little plus, body frozen. niko slaps the spoon and makes porridge splatter everywhere.

“is this a joke??”

“does it look like a joke?”

she stares up at you. you, in your sweats, socks mismatched and hair in a quick bun. dark rings under your eyes. no, no it doesn’t.

“we were careful”, natasha says dumbly, still in shock. “i pulled out.”

“you didn’t. you were hyper fixating on my tits, you idiot.”

“…right.”

you wait if she’ll say anything else. she doesn’t. she just puts down her bowl, grabs the baby wipes, and cleans the porridge off her arms and lap. niko crawls over to her and pats her thigh, as if silently soothing her. ‘if you can handle me, you can handle a second baby as well.’

natasha’s not sure that’s true, and neither are you. the apartment? a mess. your clothes? full of spit-up. natasha? juggling family and college and basketball. both of you? sleep-deprived ever since niko was born. tired and at your limits. another baby doesn’t fit into this situation.

but then again, you made niko fit. you adjusted your lives. and looking at the little guy, who’s clapping over the fact that he managed to tug off his own socks, you’re starting to believe it might work again.

“how much sleep does a human need again?”

you rub your temple. “more than this.”

“how much more?”

“google it.”

she does. “okay. great. we’ll survive, but we’ll probably be dead by 50. fine. whatever.”

you lift your eyebrows. niko crawls over to you and tugs at the leg of your sweatpants, demanding to be picked up. you almost scoop him into your arms, but natasha swiftly intervenes and cradles him. he lets out a grunt of protest.

you know why she did it without having to ask. no heavy lifting while pregnant.

“you want us to keep the baby?”

she frowns, using one arm to scoop the baby into her lap. he babbles and slaps her chest.

“well, we kept the first one.”

you stare at her like elaborate, please. she gets up, gesturing at niko and then at you.

“it worked out, didn’t it?”

“natasha, i haven’t had a full night’s sleep in a year.”

“but you’re happy.”

“we smell like sour milk.”

“you’re gorgeous. stunning.”

you narrow your eyes at her. “that’s the mommy issues talking.”

she scoffs. niko squeals and squirms in her arms, then goes stiff and starts wailing. she puts him back down.

“look”, she says, stepping closer. you don’t miss how her hand brushes against your stomach. “you’re the one going through this bullshit, not me. if you don’t want to keep it? fine. you got my full support, babe. but if you do keep it, just know i’ll love them just as much as i love niko.”

niko, hearing his name, looks up. green big eyes, just like natasha’s. the red tuft of hair. the rosy cheeks. how much can a second baby hurt?

(spoiler: you’ll regret this foolish, naive thought even years later.)

natasha tilts her head, bites her lip. you nod tentatively. suddenly, you’re in her arms and the room is spinning.

˙⋆ conclusion ˙⋆

being a pregnant college student with a baby-recently-turned-toddler is not for the weak.

there’s always something happening. vomiting. exams. kid’s sick. you and niko both vomiting because you’re pregnant and he’s got the flu. nat’s sick. homework. pop quiz + a one year old who’s crawling through the room and opening people’s bags. new apartment, because the current one is not big enough for two babies.

natasha’s somewhere between excitement and sheer panic. one moment, she’s bouncing niko and musing about which clothes you’ll pass down to his little sibling, the next she’s sobbing into a cold cup of espresso because she’s tired and the baby’s screaming and you’re crying too and soon four people will be sitting in this apartment and wailing about different things.

then, nighttime comes. niko looks like a cherub when he’s asleep. your baby bump has grown enough for natasha to be back in that ‘my girl is growing my baby and i’m swooning and i’ll do anything for her’-phase. you’re exhausted, but stay awake long enough to watch her push up your top and press sleepy kisses to your stomach.

“you’re happy?”, you murmur, eyes drooping shut.

“couldn’t be happier.”

“…we still smell like sour milk.”

“don’t care. worth it. we’ll shower before niko wakes up.”

(no, you don’t. you accidentally sleep in, because you’re too sleep-deprived to actually set the alarm. you end up hopping into the shower together, all three of you, and scramble to class in old sweats and your hair still damp.)

you don’t have time for anything. you’re always in a hurry. but it gets even worse when your daughter arrives. suddenly, you’re juggling college, a newborn and a toddler. at this point, every single professor has seen you nurse at least one of the kids. you’re famous on campus (because who else managed to have two back-to-back babies? nobody. just you.)

you’re a hot mess. constantly. somehow, you make it work. you take turns with the babies; you find babysitters; you live off caffeine, willpower and love.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Red Carpet || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

Summary: Tom takes you to your very first movie premiere and it happens to be the movie that he is the protagonist in. A sweet moment happens between the two of you which leaves fans further fangirling over your relationship.

A/n: I have been constantly asked If I will ever do a Tom Blyth x reader imagine and the answer is yes :). Btw I absolutely love @yzzart’s Tom Blyth x actress!reader imagines and you should totally go check them out!

Warnings: none :)

Wc:

Divider by @pommecita

You were beyond nervous and excited to attend the red carpet Premiere for The Hunger Games The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. Especially since you would be attending as your boyfriend’s plus one who happens to play Coriolanus Snow in said movie.

The two of you kept your relationship as private as you could, but at some point along the way of him filming, everyone knew the two of you were together. Your public affection towards each other during the behind the scenes did not go unnoticed by fans who recorded it and took pictures.

It was bound to happen someday. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Tom hugs you from behind, your exposed back flush against his outfit, as he admires your reflection in the mirror. You hold his arms that were protectively on your waist.

"Thank you, Tom. You look as handsome as ever," You giggle, turning around to place your hands on either side of his face, admiring every little detail on his face that you have already noticed about a thousand times, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

You two were on your way to the event, his hand never left your thigh as you lean your head against his shoulder. Your phone suddenly buzzed as you look at the caller id. It was Rachel. You immediately answered it as it went through to face time.

"Where are you guys!" She yells in the speaker, loud chatter in the background. She was already at the event. "We are literally around the corner," You say taking a look around your surroundings as Tom chuckles. "Let me see your outfits!" Rachel stares at you with a wide grin.

You laugh at her energy as you pass Tom the phone as he holds it up so that the both of you were on screen. Rachel gasps as she covers her mouth, "You guys look fucking amazing!" She squeals as you chuckle.

"Wait until you see the back of Y/n's dress," Tom lets out a whistle as you nudge him with a smile. "I can't wait to see! Oh wait, I think I see your car pulling up right now. See you soon!" She quickly says before hanging up.

Tom squeezes your thigh, his way of asking if you were alright without any words. You nod with a small smile. You arrived at the premiere and the flashlights coming from the cameras shone through the windows.

Tom steps out first before lending you his hand, aiding you as you get out of the car. He gives you an encouraging smile as you smile back at him. Everyone started screaming when they saw the two of you, causing you to smile even more.

His hand rested on the small of your back as the two of you were whisked into interviews. "Tom! It's so great to see you, we'd like to ask you a few questions if that is alright?" The woman smiles as she passes Tom a microphone.

"Of course!" Tom offers the man a smile. "What was your favourite things about filming this movie?" You stayed quiet as you look at Tom, giving him a smile. "Well, I was super grateful to be able to work with such incredible actors and actresses, Peter and Viola just to name a few, I really enjoyed the atmosphere on set, we were all like family," Your boyfriend answers.

You saw a lot of cameras pointed your directions so you wave and smile, "Would you like to explain to us and your fans who this beautiful girl is beside you Tom?" You snap your attention back to Tom and the woman. Tom smiles as you as you look at the woman. "I think you and everyone already have a pretty clear idea on who she is," Tom laughs as does the woman.

"This beautiful girl is my girlfriend. She's stuck with me during the whole filming of the movie and I'm so grateful that she's mine," He answers, his eyes not leaving yours as he pulls you closer to him. "He's just too sweet isn't he?" You chuckle at the camera making them laugh.

Tom presses a kiss on your cheek as you could feel your face heating up slightly. "You two are just too adorable! Thank you for your time, the woman smiles as Tom hands her back the microphone. "My pleasure," Tom gives her a final smile before the two of you are once again whisked into other interviews, where you would sometimes be included.

Then it was time to take pictures. Tom's hand never left yours as you both stood where they were taking the photos. Tom protectively places his hand on your waist as you both pose for the cameras. You were almost blinded by all the flashing and deaf from the shouting.

The string on the back of your dress suddenly became loose as you curse under your breath. Tom looks down at you before moving to stand in front of you in a protective manner to cover you from the cameras. "You okay?" He asks concerned. I look at him with a smile from his sweet gesture.

"The back of my dress came undone," He looks over your shoulder. He then pulls you into a hug as you were slightly taken back. You then feels his hands working on tying your dress back. You let out a chuckle as you rub his back.

The cameras directly in front of you were confused but the cameras by the side all awed at his actions. "There you go, darling," He kisses your cheek as he pulls back. You give him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

"Y/n! Tom!" You hear a feminine voice call out as Rachel and Josh make their way towards the two of you. "Hi!" You smiled, pulling Josh into a hug and then Rachel. "Oh you look stunning," Rachel holds your forearms as you couln't keep the smile of your face.

"Have you looked in a mirror? You look gorgeous Rach!" You pull her in for a second hug as you all laugh at something funny Josh had said as the four of you pose for a picture.

After the premiere, Rachel sent you so many links to nearly every single social media platform. There were a bunch of posts and tiktoks about what happened with your dress and how Tom helped you by hugging you.

You chuckle as you show Tom the posts and hundreds of tiktoks that had already been posted. "They love you," Tom chuckles, kissing your forehead as the two of you lay in each others embrace.

[simmerandwrite]

grapefruit sidecar (part 1)

part of the Sink Into Me universe

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader x mob! Bucky Barnes

Summary: It was just an innocent question. You definitely didn't have any ulterior motives: “Have you ever had a threesome?” But when Steve admits something from his past with Bucky, you can't help but wonder...

Part 1: The Club | Part 2: The Penthouse

Warnings: 18+!!! established relationship (Steve x reader), MFM threesome shenanigans

Notes: here we gooooo! I don't think you *need* to read Sink Into Me to enjoy this two part series, but hey - feel free to read it! enjoy! and yes in my mind these two fuck like owen gray and small hands what who said that

--

“Have you ever had a threesome?”

The question came from your lips so casually, so innocently that Steve wasn’t sure he had heard you correctly. He stilled his pen and lifted his eyes to you, curled up in the corner of the couch in his office. 

You were typing away on your phone, nursing the tail end of a hangover. Steve had insisted he could take you home to have a nap following the late brunch you shared together, but you insisted you wanted to just orbit near him for the rest of the day. 

He couldn’t say no to that. But he also couldn’t keep putting off some paperwork, so armed with an oversized iced tea for hydration, you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he worked. And now he knew exactly why you had encouraged him to get a nice throw blanket to keep at the office too. 

Steve cleared his throat, finally drawing your eyes to his. You gave him a cheeky smile. 

“And where is that question coming from?”

“Uhm,” you started slowly, sitting up a bit straighter as you put your phone down. “A weird turn of topics in the group chat with the girls.” 

Something about your smile made Steve think that wasn’t the whole truth. 

He laughed. Okay, he’d play along. “And is my response going to be the next topic in the group chat with the girls?” 

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that. Just because Maria loves updating us on her sex life constantly, doesn’t mean I contribute the same way. Scouts honour.” 

Steve pushed back on his chair and stood, removing his glasses as he walked over to join you. 

“Weird place for pillow talk,” he said, planting himself beside you on the couch. You were quick to adjust and cozy up at his side. “But yes, I’ve had a threesome. More than one.”

“Oooh. With who?”

One of his eyebrows shot up, scanning your curious wide eyes. “Sweetheart.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just wondering how threesomes even happen. I’ve never had one, thought about it I guess but like.. who executes the idea? Do you talk about it beforehand or does it just happen? Who makes sure it’s fair?”

Steve let out a hard laugh. “When I’m involved, everyone has always had a good time. It’s been fair.”

“Okay but with who?”

He hesitated. 

“Come onnnnn. Who was it? When was it? Wait. Have you had more than one? Was it with someone I know? You know I don’t care about your history with Sharon. She probably has some attractive girlfriends.”

Steve blew out a breath. What did he have to lose here? You and him were both typically very secure in your relationship, but he still didn’t want to unintentionally hurt any feelings. 

“Okay. If you really want to know.” He shook his head, somehow confused he was even talking to you about this. “I’ve had a few. Haven’t happened in a while, usually there are just certain circumstances where… It happened organically. With a repeat participant.” 

You nodded, eager. “Whoooo?”

“Usually it was me, and that repeat participant, and a nice girl we found at the club.”

“Steve.” You groaned out his name. “Just tell me. Who is she?”

Steve’s lips grew into a small smirk as he gave you a sideways glance. “Not a she.”

You gasped, sitting up on your knees at his side. “What? Who? Oh my god, I shouldn’t have just assumed it was a woman.” You stopped your train of thought and narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Oh my god. Oh my god! Is it Bucky?”

Steve raised his eyebrows then gave you a slow nod.

“Ahh!!” You tapped your hand on his shoulder, excited. “That makes so much sense. You two have such a close friendship and honestly, that’s..” You let out a long breath, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s really hot. You and Bucky. Damn.”

Steve shifted slightly in his position, raising an eyebrow and watching as you grew excited beside him on the couch. “Sorry? That’s really what?”

“Steve.” You opened one eye and looked at him quickly. “You heard me. Listen, I’m not blind. Bucky is attractive. But don’t– I’m not, like, attracted to him. Okay, well, I am but not like that.”

“Like how then?” Steve couldn’t help but make you squirm about this whole topic now. It was something he hadn’t ever considered with you - sharing your intimacy with anyone else. Mostly because the idea of any other person on the planet even looking at you like that made him fire up with a possessive side he had a hard time hiding. But… Bucky wasn’t just anyone. 

There was a certain thrill that Bucky and Steve used to share when they’d do this together. The experiences were never really planned but Steve knew if someone caught his eye that Bucky would be interested in just as much as he was, and they were both in the mood for a little extra fun, then it was only fair to throw it on the table. They had their own signal, even. A quick side hug with a keyword dropped into the conversation, followed by a confirmation double ear tug.

It had always been a sober choice, too. 

“Stop,” you replied quietly, leaning into Steve’s shoulder again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I can forget it.. If that’s what you want.” He extended his hand to prop your chin up, encouraging you to look him in the eyes again. “But if it’s something you want to discuss further..”

You pulled back slightly. “What?” It looked like your mind was misfiring as you found your words. “But.. wouldn’t that be weird? Also.. wait. Are you – Hmm. It sounds fun but kind of scary and.. How do you even start and..” You paused and closed your eyes again. “Would Bucky even want to… with me..? Am I even his type?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve turned directly to you, grasping your hands in his. “You have no idea.”

—

Steve knew the right moment would present itself. Because the millisecond you had started the conversation with him about it, he had a feeling it would happen eventually. But, it was important that the timing was just right.

Mostly because he didn’t want you to worry or panic about it. In fact, in the few conversations you and Steve had shared about the entire threesome topic, he had made it abundantly clear that you would be in charge. That was usually the method Steve and Bucky followed anyway, depending on the third person sharing a bed with them.

Really though, after all of this chatter about the possibility, Steve could see your confidence and excitement growing. You had told Steve it was his responsibility to read your energy and Bucky’s to make sure everything felt right. And Steve had suggested maybe easing into the whole thing anyways. Maybe you didn’t go all the way right away. 

But, the right moment had to arrive.

And on a very ordinary Saturday night at the club, things seemed to be aligning. First and foremost, Steve knew you were in a great mood. You had an extra day off, you’d recently finished a big project at work and Steve had even just surprised you with a shopping spree. He knew how rarely you spent money on yourself, especially for new pieces of clothing. He had been especially generous when it came to a few pieces of lingerie. 

One set specifically he knew you had on under that new dress. While the club wasn’t always your preferred location for a Saturday night, you had been the one to suggest it this time. You wanted to dance with your girls and who was Steve to hold you back?

As for Bucky, Steve knew his friend had recently gone on a few bumpy first dates. First dates that didn’t deliver because it was clear from Bucky’s on and off grumpy mood that he was pretty pent up. Steve knew it was still a shot in the dark if Bucky would want to participate, but maybe he’d want to let off some steam and have fun.

So, when it was early enough in the night that both you and Bucky hadn’t yet overindulged, Steve started to put a plan into action.

When you came back upstairs to his private area for a break from the dance floor, Steve handed you a glass of water. 

“I’m cutting you off,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’ve only had one glass of –”

“Baby..” Steve pressed a kiss against your neck. “Just trust me. You go back down and dance while I chat with Bucky.”

You let out a small gasp, reaching out to grab the lapel of Steve’s suit. “Wait. Really? Are we–”

Steve cut you off with a kiss, then motioned towards the dancefloor. You gave him a coy smile over your shoulder as you hurried down to find Wanda and Maria again.

With a deep breath, Steve ran a hand through his hair then headed towards the bar. Bucky had his back against the counter, sipping a rocks glass as he surveyed the space. Steve stopped at Bucky’s side, giving him a small nudge on the arm.

“What are you drinkin’?” Steve prompted, matching Bucky’s pose.

Bucky furrowed his brow, turning to look at Steve. “Whiskey.”

“Wanna switch it up?” Steve asked slowly, turning his head to meet Bucky’s eyes. “Maybe we split a grapefruit sidecar?”

Bucky nearly choked as he turned to face Steve directly. “What? Rogers, I’m not going to .. If you are planning to fuck this up with your girl over some other broad.. I’m going to fuckin’ kick your ass and–”

Steve brought his hands up to stop Bucky from doing exactly that. “Jesus, Buck. Don’t think so fucking little of me, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then leaned in closer. “This invite is coming from me and my girl.”

Bucky’s eyes blew open, mouth slightly agape as he looked at Steve. “Are you serious?”

Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows up for a brief moment. “You need a second to mull it over?”

Bucky blinked, clearly letting his mind catch up. He quickly discarded his glass on the bar and raised his hand to tug on his earlobe. “Stevie, you know I’d never admit to having impure thoughts about your girl but..”

Steve laughed then grasped Bucky’s shoulder. “My office. 20 minutes.”

–

Steve came and found you on the dancefloor not long after he had pitched that tonight would be the night. And holy shit, you couldn’t believe it. You were buzzing with more than just excitement - there was a flutter of nerves and impossibilities flashing through your mind too.

Even though Steve had quite thoroughly told you how much fun you’d all have, how Bucky would enjoy himself just as much as you would, if not more. Despite those reassurances, you wouldn’t believe it could even happen until, well, it happened.

Now, as you were heading to Steve’s office - there seemed to be some sort of electricity in the air. 

God, you looked hot tonight. That was helping a lot. Out of all the clothes Steve had dropped down cash for, the dress you were wearing had been one of your favourites. It hugged the curves of your body in the most perfect way, with a generous view of your chest and a short hemline that left little to the imagination. You had felt effortlessly sexy in it, especially with the lacy garments underneath threatening to peak out at the top.

Steve’s office was empty when you both arrived, the walls dulling the bass from trickling in from the club. Steve left the big lights off, opting for just lamplight and ambiance from the illuminated Brooklyn skyline seeping in. 

Before you could start nervously pacing, Steve pulled you into his arms. He was leaning against the edge of the desk and you stood between his legs.

“Hey, remember what I said before..” Steve started, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your arms as he kept eye contact with you. “If you change your mind, at any point.. You just say so. And then it’s over, no questions asked.”

You nodded. “I know. Thank you.” As much as you were trying to keep it together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m excited. But I'm nervous, too. How does this start and–”

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. After a few seconds, there was a voice.

“It’s, uh, me. Bucky.”

Steve glanced down at you, giving you one last look waiting for your confirmation. You responded with a coy smile and a nod, shifting around to lean against Steve. He draped his arms around you and called out for Bucky to come in.

You had always been aware of how attractive Bucky was. You were a normal, warm blooded woman after all. But there was something even hotter about seeing him cross through the doorway, knowing full well what intentions you all shared. And the fact that Bucky looked nervous, like his confidence wasn’t guarding him as it usually did, made it all feel even better.

Fuck. These men and their suits, too. Bucky was wearing black on black on black and the way his metal arm glinted under the lamplight, you nearly choked.

Bucky shut the door behind him, glancing over his shoulder quickly to look back at Steve. You sensed Steve’s nod, because Bucky made sure to lock the door, too. Then after an awkward silence, Bucky took it upon himself to sit on the couch.

“So,” Steve started, all calm and casual as his fingertips skated against your exposed collarbone. 

All you could do was stare straight ahead at Bucky, watching him watching you and Steve. Fuck, what happened now? How did you cross this line and–

You gasped as Steve’s lips found your neckline, weakening your knees as his tongue and lips explored your skin.

“Sweetheart,” Steve paused, moving one hand down your body and toying with the bottom of your dress. “How are you feeling?”

You whimpered, closing your eyes. “G-good. Yeah, so good.”

Steve grinned against your neck, pressing another kiss under your ear. “Buck?”

You looked back towards Bucky as he took a second to reply. He was already adjusting the top of his jeans, taking in slow breaths. “Yeah, so far so..” When he bit his lip, you nearly collapsed.

Steve lowered his voice, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Baby, what do you want? You wanna help Bucky feel even better?”

Holy fuck, you did. You really did. Jesus Christ almighty, the whole concept of Steve encouraging you to put your mouth on Bucky was electric. 

“You already makin’ a mess of those nice panties, baby?” You nodded again, looking back up at Steve as he grabbed your neck. “You take care of Bucky then he’ll watch me take care of you. How’s that sound?” 

Your reply was a jumbled up moan of positivity as Steve kissed you again, hard and wet before squeezing your hips and swatting your ass. 

As you walked towards him, Bucky sat up just a bit straighter on the couch. He was still nervous but judging by how he was running his hands down his thighs, you only imagined how excited he was, too.

“Hi Bucky,” you said quietly as you very slowly got down on your knees. “Can I..” You dragged your tongue across your lips, then glanced down at his belt.

Bucky swallowed hard, sparing another glance towards Steve before looking back at you. He sucked in a breath then reached his hand out to steady your chin. “Only if you want to, doll.”

You couldn’t help but smile, genuinely. Despite being on your knees in front of him, you were grateful that Bucky was still confirming your own interest in this whole thing.

“Yes, please.” You nodded and placed your hands on his knees, slowing running them up his slacks until you met his belt buckle.

He was quick to assist you in your task, pulling at his belt and lifting his hips as you yanked on his pants and boxers. His cock was already hard and ready and you couldn’t even help yourself, immediately reaching for it.

“Fuck,” Bucky exhaled, hands clutching the couch as you ran your hands against it.

“Buck,” Steve called out from across the room. “Pillow.”

You looked up at Bucky, who was scrambling to reach out and grab a nearby throw pillow from the opposite side of the couch. Without a second thought, he lifted it to rest behind his head before Steve interrupted him.

“For her knees, you dumbass,” Steve laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry,” Bucky mumbled, helping you position it under your knees.

You didn’t reply, but instead you gave Bucky a sweet smile then got to work. You swiped your tongue around the head of his cock, before trailing it down along the soft silk of his shaft. Then you took a deep breath and slowly opened your lips, sucking on the tip.

Bucky’s hands gripped the couch even tighter, barely resisting the urge to thrust his hips upwards. You appreciated his restraint, though you couldn’t help but feel for him.

Your name left his lips, like a curse word. “Doll..” You felt one of his hands against your jaw. “Look at me.” Your eyes darted up to his and he really cursed this time. “Fuck, oh fuck. Yes, look at you with my cock in your mouth. So fucking sexy.”

That set you off, attempting to take even more of his length into your mouth as you looked at him. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you stroked with one of your hands, fueled by the drool dripping past your lips. 

You got into a groove, shifting through a pattern of swirling your tongue, sucking long and hard and adding in both fists stroking on and off too. Above you, Bucky seemed to be in a euphoric state. And he couldn’t stop praising you for it, either.

“Jesus Christ, doll. This fucking mouth. So pretty, so fucking pretty with a cock in it. You do this for Stevie too, don’t you? You’ve done it right here on this couch haven’t you?” 

Something about the way Bucky talked about you and Steve really riled you up. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as you waited for him. After a second you, pulled back and grinned.

“I let him fuck my face right here, Bucky. Do you wanna do that too?” 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned right back, grabbing the side of your head ever so gently and guiding you right back down onto his cock. Then, he did exactly what he wanted. His hips thrusted up quickly, moving in and out of your mouth in record time. You gagged against him as he held you there briefly, then slowed down.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come, doll,” he fell back against the couch as you took over once more, both hands alternating between massaging his balls and stroking up. You took him back into your mouth, sucking harder as Bucky’s moans grew louder. 

“So close, so fucking..” You pulled back and Bucky grabbed his cock with one hand, steadying your open mouth before him with the other. He growled as he came, hard. You stuck your tongue out, smiling wide as his climax washed over him, unloading onto your tongue and lips. You let it sit there in your mouth for a few extra seconds, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you swallowed it down.

He collapsed against the couch, eyes blown open wide. “Holy fucking shit. Stevie, the mouth on your girl..”

“You can address your compliments to her directly, Buck,” Steve laughed, standing from where he had been sitting in his chair and coming over to help you up. “You might have made his brain malfunction, sweetheart.”

You smiled proudly, meeting Steve’s lips for a kiss. You leaned against him again, tilting your head up to him. “Need you inside me, please?”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. His hand rested against the base of your neck, holding you flush against his chest. “And can Bucky watch?”

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod.

Bucky’s eyes opened slowly, as a smirk grew on his face too. He didn’t even bother cleaning himself up or pulling his pants into place again, simply leaning back and watching carefully as Steve led you over towards his desk. 

Steve took his time, kissing you quite generously as he peeled your dress up towards your waist. You felt him smile against your lips as his hands tugged on your underwear, sliding his fingers towards your center. Just as he had predicted, you had clearly really enjoyed yourself, as your soaked panties indicated.

“I’m gonna slide right in, baby,” he breathed against your neck, swirling his fingers around your clit. “Maybe next time, we do this at the same time. Do you want to try that? Bucky in your mouth while you’re full of me?” 

You groaned, twitching as Steve’s fingers sped up. It wasn’t long until your orgasm approached and soon enough you were quivering in Steve’s arms, ricocheting your way up and down the rollercoaster of senses as Steve turned and pressed you against his desk.

You laid down across it, on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You could feel Steve behind you, shoving your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his own pants. You gripped the edge of the desk as he entered you, slowly at first to make sure you were comfortable and ready. 

Across the room, you watched as Bucky was gripping his own cock, somehow hard again. Steve held onto your hips and thrusted steady, letting out his own series of grunts and moans as he fucked you.

Between your own moaning and Steve’s, you could barely hear Bucky across the room but he said your name out loud. You met his eyes as he was rubbing his shaft.

“You’re incredible, doll. Absolutely fucking incredible. And look at you, taking Steve so well. You like that, huh? Being so fucking full of him?”

With your own orgasm approaching, all you could do was cry out in agreement. Steve growled behind you, speeding up as he gripped your hips even tighter. 

“Look what you did to Bucky, baby,” Steve smacked his hand against your ass, holding you tight against him. “With just your mouth..” 

Bucky smirked, biting his lip as he watched you bounce against the desk. “Gonna let me feel that pussy next time?”

Your climax felt volcanic - a flurry of neurons firing off in your brain as you quivered, safely pressed against the desk as the weight of Steve covered you like a warm blanket. He came right after, growling in your ear as he spilled into you. Steve stayed in place after, as if unable to let go as he caught his breath. 

As you came back down to earth, Steve eventually stood, taking a moment to clean you up before coaxing you back into his desk chair. Yeah, you definitely needed a few more minutes. If you stood, you might fall down like a baby deer. 

You leaned back into the soft leather chair, eyes closed as you grinned. 

Steve kneeled before you, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee as he fixed your skirt. 

“Baby, you okay?” 

You opened your eyes and looked down. He was flush and seemed awfully content. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him smile like that before. 

You bit your lip, resisting your urge to scream with joy. You glanced from Steve over to Bucky. He was still sitting on the couch, though his pants were done up and buckled again. 

“I’m really good. Like, wow. Great. Amazing.”

Bucky laughed from his spot. “Doll, you’re amazing. I..” He sat up a bit straighter. “Best  sidecar I’ve ever had.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking back to Steve again. They were wearing matching grins. You didn’t want to ask. 

“I have worked up an appetite though..” You moved to stand. Steve got to his feet and offered his hand. “How do we feel about milkshakes?”

You collected yourself as Steve and Bucky strategized the best way to sneak out of the club and find a table at your favourite diner. 

There was a shift, though. When Bucky opened the car door for you, exchanging another smirk with Steve. Something in the air felt different.

Part 2 - The Penthouse

[madridfangirl]

A Weekend in Ibiza - Part 1

(Jude Bellingham blurb)

(Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

1.3k words. Jude*female reader. Suggestive language in parts.

A/n - When we don't get Jude holiday content, we make shit up

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Ibiza had been your dream destination for as long as you could remember. Sun, clear blue waters, great vibe and amazing food - what more could a girl want.

So when you got a free Friday in the middle of a long work trip in Amsterdam, you lapped up the opportunity to spend three days of glorious July summer on the shores of this paradise. Decided to splurge a little with a fancy resort - 3 years in McKinsey post university had sucked your energy but also given you this wiggle room.

The resort was full to the brim, the staff called it peak summer rush. But you found a cute little spot at the seaside cafe, ordered an unhealthy burger with fries, sipped on sangria and drowned yourself in a novel.

Your peace was short lived. A waiter brought over a glass of some fancy red wine (you couldn’t even pronounce the name), along with a note on a tissue, and pointed in the direction of a large entourage occupying the reserved section of the cafe. 

‘Wanna join us?’

Irritated by the disruption, you adjusted your eyes in the sun to look in the direction the waiter was pointing at.

A man nodded at you, with a half-wave and a half-smile, beckoning you over. A very good-looking, bare-chested man, with an air about him, the kind who knew how hot he was. The irritation you felt was suddenly replaced by mild annoyance. 

You could tell he was famous, with the way the other tables kept looking in their direction. Particularly women. If it weren’t for the staff, some would have jumped the barrier to get to him.

‘Who is he, some supermodel or something?’

‘No ma’am. He’s Jude Bellingham, a very famous footballer.’

The said man was still looking at her, waiting for her move she presumed. 

She scribbled her response below his note & sent it back along with the wine.

‘Sorry - just need some alone time without any spotlight.’

He read the note, which was then snatched away by his mates, who teased him for being turned down. Coz it wasn’t a common occurrence. He usually got what he wanted. Who he wanted. 

Jude returned the playful banter, and jostled to get back the note, reading it again.

Did she not want the spotlight or did she not want him either? It was worth finding out.

The girl had caught his attention when he walked past her table earlier. Her cream lace kaftan, long brown hair, big eyes, caramel skin, purple danglers, and complete indifference to her surroundings - all lent an air of uniqueness & mystery to her. Plus, her turning him down made her more interesting. A challenge, which he relished. The others had been way too easy, especially now.

Meanwhile, you played with the hem of your kaftan, telling yourself you did the right thing. He was a stranger. A fancy footballer for crying out loud (gorgeousness notwithstanding). Plus his entourage icked you out for some reason.

The waiter returned with another note. And a choco fudge brownie. Your favourite.

‘Can I have your number? Promise you won’t regret it.’

You looked up & your eyes met. This time, he flashed a full smile. And you felt your resolve melt in real time. 

The idea of a little harmless conversation with him was oddly thrilling, you couldn’t deny. Plus you were on an international temp number, what’s the worst that could happen? Sangria provided some added liquid courage.

Two mins later, your phone flashed with an unknown number. God, pls don’t let him be dry. 

‘Thanks for the number.’

You could feel his gaze on yourself as you texted back. 

‘Thanks for not sauntering over here & turn all eyes on me.’

Jude chuckled to himself, as his friends looked at him oddly. 

‘Attention is a problem, then?’

‘Attention that would come with you or because of you is the problem.’

Just the thought of being splashed all over tabloids and social media was revolting. You wouldn’t know how to show up for work on Monday. Or face your family. 

‘What if I take that out of the equation?’

‘As in?’

‘We’re moving to a yacht in 10. Will be more private. Join us there?’

He wasn’t wasting any time. Cutting straight to the chase. She should have seen that coming, should have known that a conversation is not what he wanted.

‘Gonna have to pass. Have fun.’

Jude racked his brain at her response. Had he misread the situation in sensing her attraction & interest?��

‘Is there someone else?'

You laughed at the assumption & entitlement oozing out of those words. Did he really think the only reason a girl would say no to him is if she were with someone else? Maybe that’s the reality he lived in, but you weren’t gonna be a part of it. And he was gonna hear it loud and clear.

‘Look, I am not the right person for what you want.’

‘Yeah, and what’s that?’

‘A hook up? A romp around the yacht? Correct me if I am wrong.’

‘You’re not wrong.’

‘Well, there you go.’

‘Not fully right either.’

‘Urmm what?’

‘You are exactly the right person. I want you.’

‘And how did you figure that?’

‘Gimme 15 mins and I will show you how.’

Oh, you should be mad. Bursting with anger at his audacity. And you were. Somewhat. Well, you were trying to be.

You were burning up. Maybe coz the sun was too harsh.

Your hands were trembling. Maybe one too many sangrias. 

You turned in your seat, hiding from his line of sight, and adjusted your hat to further shield your face.

‘I said I don’t want this. Don’t want you.’

‘Lying to me or yourself?’

‘What’s your problem? Jeez why can’t you focus on the woman next to you, who’s been pathetically trying to climb into your lap?’

You regretted the message & the subtext as soon as you hit send. 

‘How about this? Tell me the real reason and I’d leave you alone.’

Not that you owed him any explanation, but he was making you nervous and you wanted to rid yourself of this feeing. Of him. 

‘I don’t do casual sex. Or one night stands. Never done them before. There, happy now?’

You gulped the entire remaining glass of sangria like cold water, as you waited for what you hoped (feared) would be his final response.

‘Appreciate the honesty. Gotta go, the yacht is waiting. And the girl too. Will fuck her now, picturing you.’

The glass dropped from your hand, falling on the table, thankfully not breaking. Gobsmacked, you blinked at the screen, half convinced you had hallucinated the whole thing. Coz how could any of this be real? You sat there in that blank state, lost to a myriad of emotions.

A period of time later (you had completely lost track), the ping from your phone brought you out of your reverie.

You stared at the now familiar number, convinced it was a temp one. No way he was gonna be this brash from his real number.

It was a photo with a caption. After hovering over the notification for a good while, you finally clicked on it.

The photo was of a tiny yacht bed, empty and messy. Completely undone. With the caption below.

‘Going for round 2 soon. Unless you wanna come claim your place.’

You ran to your room, unable to trust yourself in a public setup anymore, and quickly got under a cold shower. To stop your body from burning the way it did. To stop your mind from hyperventilating the way it did.

This boy was trouble. And he wasn’t giving up.

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There may or may not be a Part 2 here, depends on inspiration :)

[haeiheart]

na jaemin — operation: catnapped by @haeiheart

summary! You agree to pet-sit your friend winwin’s cat, easy job and it’s only for a few hours plus you’re getting paid— Except somewhere between the third floor and your unit, you accidentally kidnap a completely different cat. A few hours later, there’s a knock on your door, and standing there is… an honorary frat house member?

pairing! cat owner! jaemin x reader

genre! strangers to friends to lovers, neighbors (same apartment), college au!, comedic (hopefully), fluff, mutual pining, crush as first sight?

warning? mentions of juyeon from tbz, frat house behavior from the boys (frat), mentions of sex (in dreams), making out? kinda idk but yea, flustered defensive jaemin and very flirty reader hehe. states jaem has 3 cats but only mentioned one cz i got super lazy oopsie

note! this was actually an idea for an smau i had in mind but i decided to make it a story instead and have haechan be the next smau after mark is completed hehe but hopefully this was executed well, also um not proofread so hopefully there isnt too many mistakes. enjoy!!! >_<

word count! 7.8k (yippee not bad)

You were promised an easy day: pet-sit your neighbor’s cat, feed it snacks while winwin is gone, try not to let it die. you get paid. Simple.

He gave you clear instructions and details in advance “She’s a white cat. Usually just waits outside my door. Super chill. You literally just have to bring her in.” Now despite being his friend you never actually met the kitty but she shouldn’t be hard to spot right? So when you trek up to the fifth floor and see a fluffy white cat lounging between doors 412 (winwin’s) and 413, you don’t think twice. She blinks at you, yawns, and casually rolls onto her side like she owns the building. Seems pretty chill to you. Must be right.

“She’s cuter than I expected,” you mumble, crouching to scoop her up. She lets you with no resistance, no judgment, just a soft little meow that honestly sounds kind of smug. You carry her downstairs like a proud thief. You wish you could keep her because look at this cutie.

Back in your apartment, she immediately makes herself at home and leaps onto your bed, circles three times, and flops down like she’s royalty. You toss her a few treats (which she devours like she hasn’t eaten over a week), set out a water bowl, and even try to introduce her to one of your throw pillows, which she promptly rejects by batting it off the bed.

You spend the next hour scrolling your phone while she naps beside you, occasionally stretching like she pays rent. How cute. At one point, she headbutts your arm, and yeah, you kind of melt. Maybe this is your new emotional support animal. Maybe this is fate. Maybe this is the start of something wholesome and healing.

What you don’t know is that this isn’t Winwin’s cat.

This is Luna.

And Luna is not your problem.

Yet.

Jaemin doesn’t panic easily.

He lives with his three adorable cats, Luna, Lucy, and Luke, and over time, he’s learned to handle chaos like it’s a lifestyle. Fur on every piece of clothing? Expected. Broken mug? Classic Luke. Midnight zoomies that sound like a herd of toddlers on Red Bull? Routine. He should be awarded with the title of best cat dad, at least that’s what he thinks.

But today, something’s off.

He walks into his apartment, sets down his iced milk tea, and is immediately greeted by Luke’s judgmental stare from the kitchen counter and Lucy’s dramatic flop onto his shoes.

“Where’s your sister?” he mutters, already scanning the room. That’s weird usually she should be easy to spot…

Silence. No jingle of a collar, no dramatic meow, no Luna launching himself off a shelf or tables for no reason.

That’s weird.

“Luna?” he calls out, already checking under the couch. Nothing. Behind the curtains. Under the bed. Inside the laundry basket (which, to be fair, she has claimed as her personal mini studio apartment before). Still nothing.

Then it hits him.

He left the door cracked earlier when he ran downstairs to grab his drink delivery.

He checks the hallway.

Jaemin sighs. “No. No way. Winwin wouldn’t catnap her. He isn’t even in town.” Then it hits him, if he isn’t in town then who’s taking care of HIS cat?

By a gut feeling, as you would call it fatherly instinct, there’s no way this is happening. There’s no way someone actually looked at Luna and thought, “Yep. That’s the one I’m supposed to take care of.”

So he calls winwin.

It rings twice before Winwin answers, voice staticky but calm. “Hey, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

Jaemin blinks. “Yeah. Luna is gone.”

A pause. “Gone?” Winwin repeats.

“She’s not here,” Jaemin says, deadpan. “Luna. She was here this morning. I come back, she’s gone. Vanished. Poofed herself into thin air.” He says with a pout forming in his face.

“Jaemin. Luna is your cat.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you calling me?”

“Because I think if your cat sitter lives in this apartment she or he must’ve stole him.”

The silence that follows is so long, Jaemin checks the screen to make sure the call didn’t drop.

Then, Winwin laughs. Like really laughs. The kind of tired, amused laugh that says “this isn’t my problem, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“Oh my god,” he wheezes. “She took Luna?”

“I think so.”

“Bro,” Winwin says, barely keeping it together, “she’s never met my cat. I told her she’d be waiting outside my door. Luna was probably lurking again.”

Jaemin closes his eyes. “So she just saw a random white cat in the hallway and picked him up.”

“Yep.”

“And took him.”

“Yep.”

Jaemin exhales through his nose, long and dramatic. “I’m knocking on her door.”

“Be nice,” Winwin says, still laughing.

“No promises.”

Click.

As he makes his way to your apartment unit as winwin has informed of your whereabouts. You were busy dressing Luna up in the most adorable outfits to imagine. Man you could get used to pet sitting.

But you take that back the moment u hear loud footsteps in your hall, followed by exaggerated door knocking on… your door? Taken aback, you place Luna down on your couch and hurriedly made your way to your door, opening it to see… Jaemin?

He scans you as you’re wearing an oversized hoodie, socks with cartoon ducks on them, and a slightly panicked look on your face like you were mid-heist.

Jaemin blinks.

His brain does a hard reset.

You are… very cute. Distressingly so. Not what he was expecting at all. For a second, he forgets why he’s even standing here.

You tilt your head. “Uh. Hi?”

Right. The cat. Focus. He thinks.

He clears his throat, straightens his back, and holds up the can of tuna like it’s evidence. “You have my cat.”

You blink. “I— what?”

“You took my cat,” he says again, trying to sound assertive, but his voice betrays him with just the slightest edge of disbelief. “Her name’s Luna. Not yours. Not winwin. Mine.”

You glance over your shoulder at Luna, currently curled up on your couch, still in her tiny yellow bumblebee costume. She looks content. A little too content.

You fold your arms, trying not to laugh. “Okay, first of all, I thought she was Winwin’s. Second of all… she looks adorable.”

And for a second, Jaemin forgets his mission all over again. Because yes, his cat has been kidnapped, humiliated, and renamed— but now he’s standing in front of the girl responsible, and for some godforsaken reason, he’s not as mad as he really should be.

“Well” he says, looking away with an exaggerated pout, “I guess I can forgive you. Even though you stole my child, changed her name, shoved her into a tiny insect outfit, and clearly tried to emotionally replace me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re so dramatic.”

“She’s dramatic. We match,” he retorts, stepping inside like he owns the place. His eyes immediately land on Luna, who’s now lounging on your throw pillows like she’s at a one way vacation spa. Somehow she loafs perfectly into your cushions. Weird.

“Luna,” he calls, crouching and holding out his arms like a proud cat dad. “Let’s go, princess. Daddy’s here.”

Luna blinks at him slowly. Then turns away. Entirely.

You snort. “Wow. Rejected.” You bite back a laugh, watching the way Jaemin’s face twists in exaggerated betrayal.

Jaemin tries again, softer. “Baby, come on. Don’t make this weird. Let’s go home. I have snacks. Your favorite tuna—the one with the stupid little fish on the can.”

Luna stretches. Rolls over. Completely ignores him.

Jaemin looks personally wounded. “Are you serious right now?”

“She loves me now,” you say, smug. “We bonded.”

“You bribed her with a bee costume.”

“She purred for thirty minutes straight after I gave her a belly rub. I’m basically her soulmate.” Luna skips over and rubs her head against your leg, purring like she agrees.

Jaemin stares at Luna, betrayed. “I raised you better than this.”

You laugh as Luna curls around your leg like she’s claiming you in a custody battle.

Jaemin glares at his cat. “You’re dead to me.”

Luna meows innocently.

Jaemin looks back at you, arms crossed. “Okay, new deal. You stole her, you keep her but only for now. Which means I’m now legally required to supervise all visitation hours. I’ll be dropping by.” Maybe he said it with the intention of seeing you again. But who cares he can if he wants to.

You raise a brow. “That so?”

“Mhm,” he says, already sitting on the edge of your couch like he’s lived here for years. “This is what co-parenting looks like. Don’t fight it.”

And just like that, you’ve accidentally adopted a cat and invited a very dramatic boy into your life.

There’s a brief pause before both of you suddenly freeze, eyes widening slightly.

“…Wait,” you say.

“Winwin’s actual cat,” Jaemin finishes, blinking.

You both glance at Luna, still purring like a traitor at your feet.

You clear your throat. “We should probably… go get her.”

Jaemin nods. “Yeah. Before she starts thinking you abandoned her too.”

A week later, you haven’t seen Jaemin since that weekend. Winwin’s back now, which means no more cat sitting… or accidental naps with stolen cats.

You step into your favorite coffee shop, finally free for a few hours, and grab your drink at the counter. As you turn around, your eyes land on a familiar figure sitting alone by the window, Jaemin. He’s dressed slightly nicer than usual, button-up shirt, hair pushed back like he actually tried… but the expression on his face is pure discomfort. He’s stiff, eyes flicking to the door every few seconds, like he’s waiting for something or someone.

You hesitate, then approach casually, pretending to look around like you’re not analyzing him facially before. “Hey… Jaemin?”

He looks up quickly, a little startled. His face shifts from surprised to sheepish in two seconds flat. “Oh. Uh. Hey.”

You point at the seat across from him. “Can I?”

He shrugs, but his ears are red. “Sure. I mean—yeah.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence before he finally mutters, almost like he regrets it instantly, “I was supposed to be on a blind date.”

You blink. “Oh?”

“She’s not coming,” he adds quickly, like saying it faster makes it hurt less. “Or she forgot. Or maybe she saw me through the window and ran. Whatever. I’m not emotionally invested.”

You try not to smile even though you admit he looks cute all pouty. “You definitely sound not emotionally invested.”

Jaemin glares playfully, then sighs and leans back in his chair. “This is why I don’t do setups. My cats have better taste in people.”

You hold back a laugh. “Well, lucky for you, I’m here. I can sit awkwardly across from you and pretend this is still a successful date.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You offering to fake a date with me?”

You grin. “Only if you buy me slice of cake and others.”

He scoffs and smiles lightly which you almost miss but didn’t. “Knew you had an ulterior motive, you thief”

You grin, leaning on the table. “What can I say? You looked like you were one sad song away from having delusions out the window dramatically. I had to step in.”

Jaemin lets out a loud, offended gasp. “I do not look dramatic.”

“You dressed up for a blind date and got stood up,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. “It’s giving a tragic second lead in a romance drama.”

You tilt your head, eyes scanning him playfully. “Though honestly, I can see why someone would set you up. You clean up pretty well.” You knew your intentions and you knew the affect it would have on him.

Jaemin blinks, clearly not expecting that.

“You trying to soften me up now?” he asks, flustered but pretending to act cool.

You smirk. “Just saying… if I’d known you could look like that, I might’ve set myself up.”

He coughs into his drink, ears turning very visibly pink. “O-Okay. Wow. That’s—uh, bold.”

You grin, watching him squirm. “What? Too much for your heart to handle?”

He glares at you, flustered. “I’m not—! I mean, I can handle it. I just… wasn’t ready.”

You laugh. “Relax, Jaemin. I’m just being nice.”

“Sure you are,” he mutters, hiding behind his cup again. “This is payback for the cat thing, isn’t it?”

“You’ll never know,” you say with a wink.

The rest of the afternoon unfolds like an unplanned scene from a movie, comfortable, light, and quietly magnetic. You stay at that coffee shop far longer than either of you intended. What starts off as you teasing Jaemin just to see him flustered turns into a back and forth rhythm you both fall into naturally. You keep flirting, endless little jabs and compliments disguised as jokes, like it’s second nature. And maybe it is, but this time, there’s real meaning hidden underneath your playful tone.

You’re trying to tell him, just a little, that you think he’s cute. That you like the way he smiles even when he’s trying to hide it, and how his laugh catches in his throat when he’s caught off guard. But Jaemin, oblivious as he is, just assumes it’s your usual personality, like it’s something you hand out to everyone without thinking.

Still, he listens to every word you say. Laughs at all your dumb stories. And when you gently nudge his foot under the table or casually lean in too close when you show him a meme on your phone, he notices, but convinces himself you’re just naturally like this. That you don’t mean anything by it.

But you do. You really do. He is just slow and blank, just like his cats.

You and Jaemin start talking more after that day. What was once a chaotic meet cute over a cat turns into something softer, steadier. Weekly texts turn into daily ones. Inside jokes multiply. A meme here, a random “you won’t believe what just happened” there, until talking to him becomes part of your routine without you even realizing it.

Meet ups happen more often too. First under the excuse of “cat visitation rights,” then because he found a new café and thought of you, then because neither of you really bothers making excuses anymore. It’s easy with him. Effortless, even when he’s being overly dramatic or you’re teasing him into a blush.

Eventually, you start noticing the way other people notice you when you’re with him. Like the two girls whispering near the campus fountain or the way someone in your psych class did a double take when Jaemin showed up to walk you out. You almost forgot he’s kind of known around here. Thanks to his stupidly attractive face, his magnetic energy, and the fact that half his closest friends are in the loudest frat on campus.

You both start hearing the rumors, of course whispers floating around campus about how you and Jaemin are totally dating. People make comments, some subtle, some not. But honestly? Neither of you really care.

If anything, Jaemin seems to like it. He doesn’t say much about it directly, he finds himself smiling when someone calls you his “mystery girlfriend” in passing. He leans into it just a little too well, doesn’t correct anyone, and never seems bothered by the assumption. If anything, he’s happy that it gives him an excuse to be closer to you. To linger longer after your hangouts. To text first. To act a little too comfortable.

Because the truth is, even with his popularity and his easy charm, Jaemin never really explored much outside the world of his small circle— his friends, his cats, his usual routines. But then you showed up, loud and teasing and full of unexpected softness, and maybe the rumors make it easier for him to pretend. To be a little delusional. To imagine that maybe, just maybe, you like him back.

But right now you’re currently set at Jaemin’s kitchen island, textbooks spread open, highlighter uncapped and forgotten as you read the same sentence for the fifth time. Jaemin’s behind the counter, half-focused on the pot in front of him, cooking up something that smells suspiciously like instant noodles with way too much effort.

“You’re really putting your whole soul into that ramen,” you say without looking up.

Jaemin hums. “It’s called love, thank you.”

You glance over. “It’s called MSG.”

He points his chopsticks at you like he’s offended. “I’ll have you know, this is gourmet. I added an egg.”

You snort, turning a page. “An egg doesn’t make it gourmet, Gordon.”

He shrugs, plating the food like he’s on a cooking show. “Well, Gordon doesn’t have three cats who judge his every move. I work under pressure.”

You smile, eyes drifting to Luna lounging on the windowsill, tail flicking lazily. “I think she’s your harshest critic.”

“She is,” he says, setting a bowl in front of you. “But she also likes you more than me, so I try not to take it personally.”

You look up at him, brow raised. “Aw. Jealous of your own cat?”

He leans on the counter across from you, resting his chin in his hand. “Maybe. You do flirt with her more than you flirt with me.”

You smirk. “So you have noticed.”

His eyes widen just a bit before he looks away quickly, ears turning pink again. “No comment.”

Just as you’re about to tease Jaemin again, the front door swings open without so much as a knock.

“Yo,” comes Winwin’s voice as he steps in, nose already in the air like a bloodhound. “I smelled something fire and figured you weren’t the one cooking it.” Clasping his hands together as he rubs it acting like he’s ready to devour a whole table.

Jaemin groans dramatically. “Do you have to use your emergency key every time you get hungry?”

Winwin ignores him completely, eyes locking onto you instead. “Hey! Didn’t know you’d be here.”

You grin and hop off the stool to greet him. “Winwin!” you say, giving him a quick hug.

Winwin hugs you back easily, then nods toward the food. “You cook this?”

“Jaemin did,” you say with a smile, while Jaemin stands stiffly at the counter, chopsticks in hand and expression unreadable as his eyes slowly scan that hand. The hand that’s hugging your waist. Winwins hand.

Winwin’s eyebrows wiggle, noticing jaemin’s behavior. You watch him transforming his face to something you know he makes when he’s about to joke. “Might come over more often if it’s a free chef and a cute food buddy.” He lifts his hands up to pinch your cheeks which he does to actually bully you relentlessly considering you both always had a sibling dynamic. But jaemin doesn’t know that.

“Goodbye,” Jaemin deadpans, turning back toward the stove like he’s about to cook again just to distract himself.

You glance at him, then back at Winwin, amused. “I think he’s offended.”

“I think he’s sulking,” Winwin says, dropping onto the stool you just left like he owns the place. “Didn’t know you were this sensitive, Jaem.”

“I’m not sensitive,” Jaemin mutters under his breath, a little too sharply. “I’m just reevaluating who gets to walk in my apartment uninvited and steal my guests.”

You blink. “Wait… I’m the guest?”

Jaemin glances at you, then quickly looks away, muttering, “You were until someone else got a hug first.”

You laugh, eyes lighting up as you lean over the counter. “Aww, someone wants a hug. Well, come here then.”

Jaemin freezes mid-turn, eyes narrowing. “I don’t— I didn’t say that—”

But before he can escape, Winwin already standing, arms outstretched with a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, come here bro. Let it all out.”

“Don’t you dare” Jaemin backs away, but you’re already walking over with your arms open too.

“Group hug!” you announce cheerfully.

“No, no, no—stop—ugh!” Jaemin groans as both you and Winwin pull him in, squeezing him between you like he’s the stuffing in an overly affectionate sandwich.

He squirms dramatically, arms stuck awkwardly to his sides. “I hate this. I hate this.”

“You love it,” you say into his shoulder.

“You’re so warm,” Winwin adds mockingly.

“I’m removing both of you from my emergency contacts,” Jaemin mutters, but there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, despite all the whining.

Eventually, the ridiculous group hug dissolves into laughter with Jaemin still dramatically complaining, Winwin pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, and you leaning against the counter, giggling like the chaos didn’t just start with you.

Winwin sticks around for a “quick bite,” which, unsurprisingly, turns into him stealing half of Jaemin’s pantry while requesting snacks you didn’t even know Jaemin even had. Somehow, that quick visit turns into all three of you lounging on Jaemin’s couch, half watching a movie playing in the background while Luna nestles herself between you and Jaemin like the princess she is.

Thirty minutes into the movie, Winwin sighs loudly and flops sideways onto the cushions. “Okay, I’m bored.”

“You picked the movie,” Jaemin points out, raising a brow.

“Yeah, well, I was hoping something would explode by now,” Winwin says. “This is just people talking about their feelings.”

You laugh. “It’s a rom-com win.”

“Exactly,” Winwin says, sitting up suddenly. “We need something more fun. Let’s play a game or something.”

Jaemin side-eyes him. “What are we, twelve?”

“You’re the one still wearing cat socks,” Winwin replies, already reaching for the TV remote.

You and Jaemin both freeze.

“…You told him about my socks?” Jaemin mutters to you.

You shrug with a guilty smile. “I might’ve mentioned it. Once. Or twice.”

Winwin smirks. “Now shut up and play. I’ve got ideas.”

Jaemin raises an eyebrow. “Let me guess—Truth or Dare?”

Winwin grins. “Bingo.”

Jaemin sighs, but doesn’t protest. Which is basically consent.

You shrug, already intrigued. “Fine. But if anyone makes me eat something cursed, I’m leaving.”

“No promises,” Winwin says, rubbing his hands together like a villain. “Alright, I’ll start. Y/N. Truth or dare?”

You roll your eyes. “Truth.”

Winwin doesn’t hesitate. “Do you think Jaemin is cute?”

Jaemin nearly chokes on his drink, turning to you with wide eyes.

You smirk, unfazed. “Obviously.”

Did you really just call him cute that casually? Like it was no big deal? Like it wasn’t currently short circuiting every brain cell in his head? He swears he can feel his ears heating up, and now he’s gripping his cup like it personally betrayed him.

Winwin cackles while Jaemin tries to act cool, suddenly very busy petting Luna like his life depends on it. “Y-You say that like it’s no big deal.”

You stretch out on the couch. “It’s not. You’re cute. Everyone knows that.”

Jaemin mutters something under his breath, probably a prayer.

Winwin’s already delighted. “Okay Jaemin, your turn.”

Jaemin glances at you, then sighs. “Y/N. Truth or dare?”

You pretend to think, then grin. “Dare.”

His eyes narrow slightly, a spark of mischief returning. “I dare you… to tell me your most recent dream.”

You raise a brow. “What kind of dream?”

He shrugs casually. “Any kind. Unless you’re scared.”

You lean back against the couch, letting your lips curl into a lazy, mischievous smile. “Alright. You asked for it.”

Jaemin lifts an eyebrow, instantly wary. Winwin sits up straighter, sensing drama.

You stretch your arms with a nonchalant hum. “I had a dream about you, actually.”

Jaemin blinks. Winwin visibly perks up.

“In the dream, we were… in your kitchen,” you continue slowly, eyes flicking over to Jaemin, watching the way he starts to stiffen. “Except you weren’t wearing a shirt. And for some reason, I was sitting on the counter.”

Jaemin makes a noise in his throat that could only be described as panicked curiosity.

You grin. “You said something dumb like, ‘wanna try my special sauce,’ and then—well, I’ll spare the details.”

Winwin’s losing it. “NO, DON’T SPARE THE DETAILS—”

You ignore him entirely, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Okay, so then, in the dream… you came closer. Still shirtless, obviously. You leaned in and said something stupid like ‘bet I taste better than the ramen.’”

Jaemin chokes. Again.

Winwin is wheezing on the couch, halfway to tears.

“And then,” you say, voice dropping just enough to be dangerous, “you kissed me. Right there in front of the stove. It was very Intense. Steamy. Heavy breathing. Your hand may or may not have ended up on my thigh.”

Jaemin is frozen. Fully red. His soul has left his body.

“I’m… I’m gonna pass out,” he mutters, hand over his mouth.

You shrug innocently. “Hey, you dared me.”

Winwin could not hold in his laughter any more, not that he was even trying in the first place. “knowing you this was probably made up to tease him”

You giggle yourself. “i guess we will never know then”

Jaemin’s still staring at nothing. Processing. Possibly glitching.

And you? You just smile sweetly, sipping your drink like you didn’t just blow his mind wide open.

Jaemin sits there, stunned, his brain short circuiting in twelve different directions. You, one of his closest friends, the girl who teases him relentlessly and steals his cat’s affection on a daily basis, just casually admitted to having a sex dream about him. Like it was no big deal. Like you weren’t currently flipping his entire perception of reality upside down.

But… was it real? Or were you just messing with him again, like always? Your tone was playful, sure, but the way you looked at him when you said thigh… was that acting?

His mind races: were you flirting or just being you? Was this a bit or a confession? And why, in the name of Luna’s fluffy tail, was he kind of dying either way? Because no matter how close someone may be to another, somebody who is just a friend wouldn’t act like this.

Jaemin spent the next couple of days thinking about you more than he usually does. And that’s saying something, because even on a normal day, you took up an annoyingly large portion of his brain. But now? After that dream confession? It was like you had crawled into his subconscious and set up permanent residence. He couldn’t eat ramen without hearing your voice. Couldn’t walk into his kitchen without picturing you on the counter. Couldn’t even pet Luna without wondering if you actually preferred him over the cat.

So eventually, he cracks.

“Okay, I need to tell you something,” he says, sliding into the seat across from Jeno at their usual café table.

Jeno blinks, mid-sip of his iced Americano. “Okay? What’s up?”

“I need to tell you something,” Jaemin says, already bracing himself but Jaemin stays oddly quiet trying to build up the courage to even speak on it.

Jeno eyes him, then sips his drink. “Is this about Y/N?”

Jaemin stares. “How did you—”

“Because you’re being weird,” Jeno says, calm as ever. “You only get this dramatic when it’s about her.”

Jaemin sinks lower in his seat. “She said she had a dream about me.”

“Okay…?”

“A dream dream.”

Jeno’s eyes narrow. “As in—”

“There was kitchen counter. Shirtless me. Thighs may have been involved.”

Jeno snorts into his drink. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Jaemin leans back with a heavy sigh. “I don’t even know if she was serious. It was during a dumb truth or dare game. She said it so casually, like it was a joke. But it’s messing with my head.”

Jeno gives him a look. “You like her.”

Jaemin doesn’t answer.

“You really like her,” Jeno adds, smirking now.

Jaemin mutters something under his breath, fiddling with the straw in his drink. “I’m so screwed.”

Jeno leans back, arms crossed, eyeing him like he’s waiting for Jaemin to catch up to something obvious. “Okay, but what’s actually stopping you?”

Jaemin frowns. “From what?”

“From getting her,” Jeno says bluntly. “You like her. She clearly likes you. You hang out all the time. She literally told you she dreamed about you shirtless. What’s the holdup?”

Jaemin lets out a breath, leaning forward. “I don’t know, man. What if she’s just playing around? What if that’s just how she flirts with everyone? What if I try something and it ruins what we have?”

Jeno raises an eyebrow. “And what if you don’t try and someone else gets her while you’re busy being scared?”

Jaemin pauses.

Jeno smirks. “Exactly.”

He takes another sip of his drink before adding casually, “You should invite her to the frat pool party this weekend.”

Jaemin blinks. “You know I’m not even in the frat.”

“Yeah, but you’re frat-adjacent,” Jeno says with a grin. “It still counts. Plus, everyone’s gonna be there. Chill vibes, music, food. Could be a good move.”

Jaemin taps his fingers against the cup, thinking.

Jeno shrugs. “Just sayin’. Would be a shame if someone else hit on her while you were hiding behind your cats.”

Jaemin groans. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I’m right,” Jeno says smugly. “Text her.”

Jaemin bites his lip, hesitating for just a second before grabbing his phone. “Okay… okay, I’ll do it.”

Jeno raises both brows. “Right now?”

Jaemin nods, already typing. “Might as well rip the Band-Aid off.”

He hovers for a split second, then hits send. The second the message is out, he visibly tenses, shoulders rising, eyes wide, phone clutched like it just self-destructed in his hands.

“Oh no,” he mutters. “What did I just do? Why did I do that? I’m sweating. Am I sweating?”

Jeno bursts out laughing. “You haven’t even gotten a reply yet.”

“That’s the worst part!” Jaemin hisses, already dramatically slumping over the table. “What if she thinks it’s lame? What if she doesn’t even like pools? What if she leaves me on read and then ghosts me forever and Luna hates me out of secondhand embarrassment—”

“Bro,” Jeno cuts in, grinning as he reaches over and pats Jaemin’s head like he’s a panicking child. “You’re so down bad it’s actually adorable.”

Jaemin groans into his sleeves. “I need emotional support cats immediately.”

You got the memo about the party, and you agreed because why not? It sounded fun, and if you were being honest, the text from Jaemin asking if you’d come had your heart doing something stupid in your chest. So you said yes.

You even found the cutest two-piece to wear, pairing it with a breezy skirt and a cropped tube top to throw over it. Casual, but cute. The kind of outfit that said, “I just showed up,” even though you definitely spent too long picking it out.

Now all you gotta do is wait for jaemin as he said he would pick you up.

Jaemin pulls up in front of your apartment right on time, windows down, music low, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel like he wasn’t lowkey nervous the entire drive over.

You hop into the passenger seat, adjusting your skirt as you settle in, and he glances over only to freeze for half a second. His eyes drag down, then snap back up way too quickly, and you don’t miss the way his ears turn a little pink.

“You, uh…” he clears his throat, gripping the steering wheel with both hands now. “You look pretty.”

You smile, pretending not to notice the way he avoids eye contact for a solid five seconds.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning back in your seat. “You clean up alright yourself, Mr. Not-a-frat-boy.”

That gets a soft laugh out of him, and the tension eases just a bit. But the blush? That stays.

Soon comes your arrival to the party.

Jaemin pulls into the driveway, the thump of bass growing louder as you approach the familiar chaos of the frat house. People are already spilling out onto the lawn, some with solo cups in hand, others half-soaked from the pool in the backyard. It’s loud, messy, and alive with energy but when Jaemin glances over at you, he looks like he’s only focused on one thing.

“You ready?” he asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You nod, opening the door and stepping out with a bit more confidence than you actually feel. But it helps, walking beside him.

The second you step through the gate to the backyard, the air shifts. Music blasts from speakers near the pool, drinks flow freely, and laughter echoes from every corner. A few people wave at Jaemin, some call his name, and you realize once again how known he is here. Not a frat boy, but somehow still the center of it all.

And now, you’re right beside him.

You barely make it ten steps into the backyard before a familiar group huddled near the drinks table notices Jaemin.

“Yo, finally!” Jeno calls out, waving him over with a plastic cup in hand. “We thought you bailed.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, guiding you through the crowd. “I’m literally on time.”

A few heads turn as you both approach. Renjun, Haechan, and Mark all lounging around like they own the place. Jeno’s the first to raise a brow as his eyes flick between you and Jaemin, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“Wait,” Haechan says, straightening up. “Is this Y/N?”

Jaemin rubs the back of his neck, already bracing himself. “Yeah.”

“This is the cat thief?” Renjun grins, then eyes you up and down. “Damn. Pretty cat thief.”

You blink in surprise, lips twitching upward. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Oh, it is,” Jeno jumps in smoothly, nodding. “Jaemin’s been suspiciously protective over his cats ever since, but like… if you were the one stealing them? I get it.”

“Can’t even blame Luna for choosing her,” Mark adds, sipping his drink. “She’s got taste.”

Jaemin looks like he’s about to explode. His ears are already red, and the second you turn to glance at him, his expression is half panic, half please stop talking right now.

“She’s standing right here, guys,” Jaemin mutters, clearly flustered.

“That’s the point,” Haechan says, grinning wide. “Let her know how down bad you are.”

You cross your arms, amused. “Down bad, huh?”

Jaemin glares at his friends, then looks at you with his face burning, voice barely steady. “Ignore them. They’re insufferable.”

“You’re not denying it though,” you tease, raising a brow.

He opens his mouth, closes it, then groans and mutters, “I hate everyone here.”

You just laugh, heart fluttering, and Jaemin silently prays the ground opens up and swallows him whole.

After the wave of teasing finally dies down, the group breaks off to mingle. The music’s picked up, the grill’s going, and someone’s already cannonballed into the pool. It’s the kind of party that has a rhythm of its own, easy to fall into.

Jaemin gets swept into a conversation with some upperclassmen you don’t recognize, laughing and catching up like he hasn’t seen them in years. You give him a quick smile before peeling off toward the snack table, figuring you’ll let him do his thing for a bit.

That’s when someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey,” a voice says, smooth and casual. You turn to see a tall guy with soft brown eyes and a ridiculously charming smile. “Sorry, just realized I’ve seen you around a couple times but never got your name.”

“Oh,” you say, caught a little off guard but not in a bad way. “It’s Y/N.”

“I’m Juyeon,” he says, offering a hand. “Cool to finally meet the girl who made Jaemin show up to a party early.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that what I’m known for now?”

He grins. “Among other things.”

You laugh, easing into the conversation. Juyeon’s easy to talk to, friendly, flirty in a light, non-serious way, but nothing that makes you uncomfortable. He’s just… genuinely nice. And kind of funny. You chat about random classes, music tastes, and somehow end up debating over who has the best fries in town.

And from across the yard, Jaemin glances your way mid conversation, mid laugh and goes completely silent when he spots you talking to Juyeon. His smile falters, just a bit.

You and Juyeon somehow end up posted near the snack table for way longer than expected. It starts with light chatter, but before you know it, you’ve both slipped into full gossip mode like you’ve been best friends for years.

You’ve learned two very important things about him so far:

He has a grudge against any professor who gives pop quizzes on a Monday.

He once had a big, fat, tragic crush on a girl he just realized is your friend, someone you dormed with in your first year of college.

“You’re lying,” you laugh, nearly choking on a chip. “That’s who you meant?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I didn’t know she was your friend, okay? Now this is awkward. I’m going to have to pretend I didn’t memorize her entire class schedule sophomore year.”

“Wow. That’s so stalker coded of you.”

“It was one semester! I was delusional and only eighteen!”

You both burst into laughter again, shoulders bumping. From across the yard, Jaemin glances over just in time to see you wiping a tear from your eye, laughing at whatever Juyeon just said, looking far too cozy for his liking.

Mid convo or somewhere between Juyeon ranking the best campus bathrooms and you defending your controversial fry opinion, he suddenly glances past you and tilts his head.

“Not to ruin the fun,” he starts, eyes flicking toward the backyard crowd, “but your boy’s been staring over here for a solid five minutes.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Jaemin,” he nods subtly. “Been looking like he wants to join but doesn’t know if he should. Or like he wants to throw a grape at my head.”

You follow his gaze and, sure enough, Jaemin’s standing a few feet away, pretending to listen to someone talk, but clearly distracted, gaze flicking between you and Juyeon like he’s calculating the distance for a casual interruption.

“Oh.” You try to play it cool, sipping your drink.

Juyeon grins, eyes narrowing teasingly. “Sooo… what’s going on there?”

You shrug, a little too fast. “Nothing.”

“Mm. That’s not what it looks like.” He leans in, voice playful. “You into him?”

You pause, a knowing smile creeping up your face. “And if I said maybe?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Then I’ll keep my bestie status and not get in the way. But damn. No wonder he looked like he was gonna throw hands when I offered you the last cookie.”

You snort. “He did not.”

“He definitely did.”

After you and Juyeon part ways with numbers exchanged because hello, who wouldn’t want a gossip loser nerd buddy like him, you make your way toward the edge of the yard, debating about finding a drink refill.

That’s when Jaemin appears, seemingly out of nowhere, a little flushed and noticeably tipsy. Not in a sloppy way, just enough that his eyes are softer than usual, his pout exaggerated, and his footsteps a bit too dramatic for someone who’s only walking ten feet.

He stops right in front of you and just stares.

“You were gone forever,” he mumbles, brows furrowed like you personally betrayed him.

“I was at the snack table,” you say slowly, raising an eyebrow. “You saw me.”

“Yeah. With him.” He squints, swaying slightly. “Who was that? He smiled too much.”

You blink, trying not to laugh. “You’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” he sulks, arms crossing like a toddler who didn’t get picked for a game.

“You totally are.”

Jaemin sighs, head dropping back dramatically before tilting to look at you again. “Okay, fine. I’m jealous. Visibly, apparently.”

You try to hold it in, but laughter bubbles out of you anyway. “Wow, big moment. Admitting it out loud.”

He rolls his eyes, but you catch the way his shoulders loosen just a little.

You reach out, nudging his arm. “You know I wasn’t actually entertaining anyone else, right? I mean he’s cool. But he’s not you.”

That gets his attention.

His brows lift slightly, the pout dropping as he stares at you with wide eyes. “Wait. You’re serious?”

You just grin, turning to walk backwards toward the house. “C’mon, you’re tipsy and dramatic. Let’s go somewhere quieter before you start confessing more things in public.”

Jaemin blinks, stunned for a beat before jogging to catch up, a dumb smile already forming on his face. “Hold on wait, are you serious serious?”

You shrug, laughing. “Guess you’ll have to keep following me to find out.”

You and Jaemin slip away from the buzz of the backyard and into the quieter halls of the frat house. The noise fades into a dull hum behind you, replaced by the soft creaks of the old floorboards and distant laughter echoing through the walls.

“This one’s always empty,” Jaemin says, pushing open a door like he’s done it a hundred times. “Guest room. I’ve crashed here more times than I can count.”

You step inside, taking in the slightly mismatched furniture, the faint smell of detergent and cologne lingering in the air. It’s cozy in a weird, half lived in way.

Jaemin flops onto the edge of the bed with a quieter sigh this time, elbows resting on his knees, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“You know,” he starts, voice lower, a bit rougher than before, “when I saw you with him earlier… it wasn’t just jealousy. I think I was scared I missed my shot.”

You pause, hand still on the doorknob, caught off guard by the shift in his tone.

Turning slowly, you walk over and sit beside him, your thigh brushing his. “Jaemin.”

“I know I joke a lot,” he says, not looking at you just yet. “But I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted your attention.”

You glance over at him, expression softening. “And here I thought I was being obvious.”

He finally looks at you and there’s this unspoken mix of surprise and relief behind his eyes.

“You were?” he says, like he genuinely hadn’t let himself believe it.

You bump his knee with yours, offering a subtle smile. “I don’t flirt with just anyone, you know.”

His lips twitch, eyes dropping to your hand resting near his. “Guess I’m gonna have to take you more seriously now.”

You lean in slightly, voice still light but layered with something more intentional. “I’d prefer it.”

You shift a little closer, resting your chin on your hand as you glance sideways at him, tone light but with that same softness lingering beneath.

“You know,” you start, “I always thought you were just the pretty guy who hangs around the frat that parties every week.”

Jaemin raises an eyebrow. “Wow. Off to a great start.”

You grin. “Let me finish.”

He quiets, watching you now with a curious look.

“I always thought you���d be one of those effortlessly cool people,” you continue, voice calm, “y’know, the kind that everyone likes but never really knows. Like you’d be all charm and no depth.”

Jaemin hums. “Okay, still kinda sounds like an insult.”

You nudge his knee. “But then you started showing up. And you were… weird. In a good way. Soft. You care about your cats like they’re your kids, you pout when someone finishes the last snack, and you give really stupid but oddly specific advice.”

He snorts under his breath, but you can see the way he’s trying not to smile.

“And honestly?” you say, more gently now, “I like that version of you way more than whatever image I had before.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment and just watches you, like he’s trying to memorize everything about the way you’re looking at him right now.

“…You really think about me that much?” he says finally, voice quiet.

You nod, scooting a little closer, your hand lifting to gently cradle his cheek. “Yeah. More than you probably realize.”

Your thumb brushes along his cheekbone as his eyes flicker to your lips, and just when you’re both leaning in, barely a breath apart, he suddenly hesitates, pulling back an inch.

“Wait okay uh,” he starts, blinking fast. “Just so you know, I haven’t really kissed anyone in a while. Not that I’m bad at it! I mean, probably not— I just haven’t done it recently and I don’t want it to be weird or, like, awkward—”

You giggle, already leaning forward again. “Jaemin.”

He swallows. “Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

And then you kiss him. And he melts like you’d been waiting your whole life just to do that.

The kiss starts soft and warm, like both of you are still processing the fact that it’s finally happening. His lips move slowly against yours, testing, savoring, and when your fingers slip into his hair, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.

But then he kisses you again but deeper this time and your hand slides to the back of his neck, pulling him closer until there’s no space left. His hands find your waist, gripping gently like he’s still afraid you’ll disappear, and before you even realize it, you’re moving, shifting until you’re straddling his lap.

He stiffens beneath you for half a second, eyes wide as you lean back in with a grin, and then he’s kissing you like he forgot anyone else existed. It’s all slow-burning heat now, messy, breathless, your fingers fisted in his hair while his hands squeeze at your hips like he’s making up for lost time.

And just as things start to blur at the edges—

“YO JAEMIN— OH MY GOD—”

The door flies open and you both jolt back like teenagers caught in a bad romcom. Standing at the door is Chenle, holding a Red Bull and a bag of chips, staring with full disbelief.

You burst into laughter, dropping your forehead to Jaemin’s shoulder as he groans dramatically.

“Chenle, why.” Jaemin nearly whines, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “Why would you do this to me?”

“Bro, lock the door! I didn’t sign up for trauma tonight!”

You’re shaking with laughter now, arms around Jaemin while he glares over your shoulder, still hiding in the crook of your neck.

Chenle backs out slowly, still talking. “No, yeah, enjoy your moment, cat thief lovers. I’ll just be repressing this until graduation.”

The door shuts.

Jaemin groans again. “I’m moving out of this country.”

You just giggle, tilting his face back toward yours. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Not dramatic enough,” he mutters. “I was just about to make out with my favorite person and the frat loser shows up.”

You grin. “Well, lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.”