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Royal Wedding of Robert and Alexandra Part Two, Windenburg
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Karen: Hello and welcome to INNs live coverage of the royal wedding between Prince Robert and Lady Alexandra Sinclair.
Today is the culmination of a proper royal love story. It all started at another royal wedding - between the Princeâs brother Crown Prince Charles and Lady Alexandraâs best friend Princess Victoria.
Over the past four years, they had managed to keep their relationship under the radar until the couple was spotted walking hand in hand through central Windenburg. Lady Alexandra was then invited to attend The Queens annual carol service at Lancaster Cathedral - a clear sign of approval from the Royal family.
They announced their engagement to much joy five months ago and since then, the countdown to the wedding of the year began, with announcements of wedding details followed closely by royal watchers.
We now go to our correspondent at Windenburg Cathedral, Marissa how is the atmosphere out there?
Marissa: Thank you Karen - the excitement out here is high, waiting for the wedding party to arrive. Guests have been arriving over the last 30 minutes or so, from politicians, friends of the couple, to organisations that Prince Robert is a patron of.
We have some family arriving now, the Elderly Princess Amelia, supported by her sons, Prince Arthur and Prince Frederick, along with their families. Princess Amelia, the Kings Aunt, is currently the oldest living member of the Royal Family.
Her husband passed away 17 years the, but she still lives in the home that she was gifted by her brother King Edward II. Prince Arthur still does engagements on behalf of the Crown, but his brother Prince Frederick now lives mostly as a private citizen.
Exiting a car now is the Duke and Duchess of Laughton
They have stopped to speak with Prince Frederick, and his wife Lady Frances Atherton. For those unfamiliar, the Duke and Prince Fredrick both went to school with the King, and the Duke is a member of the privy council, a group of the Kings closest advisors.
I have here with me a former co-worker of Lady Alexandraâs - Keeley, thank you for talking to us on this very special day.
Keeley: You are welcome Marissa
Marissa: What was Alexandra like as a coworker? Were you close?
Keeley: Oh absolutely! She was super fun to work with, and we had girls lunches all the time.
Marissa: You worked together when Robert and Alexandra first met yes?
Keeley: I remember when she first met him - totally gone for him, I mean - heart eyes all over. She was obsessed. I'm not surprised we all ended up here - only that it took so long!
Marissa: So there you have it - love from the very beginning!
Now we are starting to see some foreign arrivals to the Cathedral â
getting out of the car now are Their Royal Highnesses Prince Oliver and Princess Hortense, the Duke & Duchess of Rothsey. The Princess is looking beautiful in a red gown and traditional tartan while Prince Oliver is wearing a traditional tartan kilt
Here comes Their Royal Highnesses Princess Eleanor, and Prince Ryland, the Princess and Prince of Westburg, dressed in Trenton purple for the occasion.
Princess Eleanor is wearing the delicate Danielle Bandeau tiara, commonly worn at significant overseas events by both the Princess and her mother Queen Elizabeth.
Their Royal Highnesses Prince Jacques and Vivienne, Duke and Duchess of Laye have now arrived at the Cathedral representing Armorica.
The Duchess is a close friend of Princess Margaret and made a very public visit to Illyria during Fashion week, attending many shows and parties with the Princess. There was no confirmation if the Duchessâ young son or husband travelled with her during that trip.
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Karen: Here with us in the studio is Royal correspondent Miles Hightower, who has covered the royal family for over thirty years - Welcome Miles
Miles: Thank you for having me
Karen: And welcome Nancy Fortuna, author of the best selling book âKing George: A Life of Serviceâ
Nancy: Great to be here!
Karen: Miles, you have seen many a royal wedding in your time covering the royals
Miles: I certainly have! I was outside the cathedral when His Majesty married then-Lady Elizabeth Lyons. Weddings are such a celebratory occasion and a great chance for the public to participate in such an important family moment too. While Prince Robert is not going to inherit, there has always been fascination with âthe Spareâ and their wife and children.
Nancy: King Georgeâs reign has been all about continuing the House of Lancaster and making sure its stable for generations to come so I'm sure he is thrilled that another of his children is getting married.
Miles: His dual role as monarch and father cannot be understated. A father to the nation and to his own children who will undoubtedly follow in his footsteps in making their own families
Karen: Princess Margaret doesnât seem in any hurry to settle down
Nancy: Sources say that the King is very supportive of the Princesses choices, letting her move into Kensington Palace and strike out on her own
Miles: Ah she's young - once she finds the right man, she will settle
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in further neopets discord news, oh boy is there drama in my awful virtual pet game website today. strap in if you want way too much information on neopetsâ broken economy
for some context, an event has just launched called the faerie festival. this is the first event to be run by the ânewâ TNT (aka. the neopets team aka. the staff) since the leadership change, and they've said in recent editorials that this yearâs faerie festival is going to be a combo of two previous popular events:
the faerie quest event, wherein people can get a free quest from a faerie every day in exchange for a reward (something thatâs normally limited to random special events and therefore quite rare)
the charity corner, a highly requested event that hasnât run since 2020, where you can donate random items to get points that can then be exchanged in a prize shop
thereâs a LOT of ultimately worthless items on neopets that people gather from doing dailies and things, but charity corner actually gave a use to hoarding all of these, so people have wanted it back for ages. people have been going out of their way to hoard extra junk items for like 2 months now, after TNT teased the event in an editorial
this event was originally meant to start on 20th august, but got delayed 2 weeks, presumably because of issues behind the scenes. people were generally a bit disappointed but relieved if this meant they were going to get a proper, well prepared event without bugs
flash forward to 2nd october, the actual start of the event. nothing actually opens up for several hours on the day- thatâs somewhat waved off by the fact that staff presumably need to be in the office to launch everything, a midnight launch isnât expected
but, eventually, it opens!
well⊠kinda. thereâs one page with one dialogue scene available and a link to an event page for spending neocash (the premium currency that costs irl money). the faerie quest page is giving out free daily quests, which is nice, but literally just the same as they did back in 2020. whereâs the item recycling part? did this really need 2 weeks of delay?
the next day, the FAQ page for the event is published neopets support site (but not announced via news). still no sign of the actual event starting- seems like that might not be until moday?
as well as multiple grammatical errors, the FAQ had a few⊠concerning elements. most notably:
only 10 items could be donated per day
points would be awarded based on the rarity of the item, with the maximum rarity being r200-500, worth 15 points each
this meant people's hoarding of junk items for months was... essentially useless
r200-500 items basically means either hidden tower items (rare, expensive items that can only be bought in an account age locked shop with a purchase limit of 1 per day) orrrrâŠ.. neocash items. In other words, players could either spend an exorbinate amount of their in-game currency to buy up items to donate, or they could just hand over their credit card and pay to win
people were Not Happy about this
not long after info spread and the outcry started (and a sizeable number of people cancelled their premium membership in protest), the FAQ was quietly updated to remove mention of donating neocash items. that took away to pay to win element at least
however, now there was a new problem. a tombola man problem.
i mentioned already that the highest rarity items are pretty rare and expensive. one of the least expensive of these is an item called the Squeezy Tombola Guy Toy. you can probably see where this is going already
because you can only buy a maximum of one tombola guy per day from the hidden tower, your only option if you want to buy more than that in a day is to go to user shops. however, in light of the event, people had already started buying and hoarding tombola guy toys. equally, others were buying them purely to sell at a profit. this made the perfect storm and caused the price of the tombola guy toy, which was normally 110k NP, to explode up to 500k, 600k, even 700k within just one day
BUT THEN THE FAQ GOT UPDATED AGAIN. surprise, you can now donate 30 items per day! also they just got rid of the highest rarity tier altogether. the maximum you can get for an item is now 8 points, for rarity r102-r179.
this has now made the squeezy tombola guy toys useless. unless youâre a collector they donât serve any function beyond that of a normal neopets toy (of which thereâs thousands of much cheaper options). the price has now plummeted down to BELOW what it originally was and many users now have piles and piles of the dolls sitting in their inventory, mocking them
so what now? well, because no one ever learns, everyone is now flocking to what is now the cheapest high-rarity item eligible for donation. most are going for omelettes, which have a few different options at r102+. these have also inflated by like 400% from before the event, but unlike the squeeze tombola guys, these are only worth a few thousand neopoints, so not as bad a potential loss in comparison
itâs worth noting that while all this is going on in preparation for the recycling event, neopets is also experiencing insane inflation in a lot of other items right now, including those required for people to complete faerie quests. for example, a Griefer, which cost 5000 np just last week, is now worth selling for 1 MILLION
So yeah. 3 days into the event and thatâs where we are so far. who knows what tomorrow might bring
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Nuts And Bolts
âmechanic!ghost with psychologist!readerâŠMDNI
Stepping out of your office and onto the town's bustling streets, you admire the Christmas decorations the city has set up. But, it does nothing to settle your soured mood.
Simon and you had gotten into an argument the previous night, and you havenât heard or seen him since. You assumed he went to his car garage to let off some steam, but, as his wife, why the hell were you left to wonder about your husbandâs whereabouts?
To set the scene, it had been an ordinary night. You had gotten off work before Simon, so you thought you would prepare a nice dinner with a glass of red wine.
Simon swings open the door as you season some vegetables, dawning an unpleasant expression. You turned to face him, raising a brow.
âWhatâs the matter?â You ask, setting your tongs down to walk over to him. He simply shakes his head and heads straight for your shared bedroom.
You tilt your head and head straight towards the bedroom after him, unable to let him writhe in his agony alone.
âSimon.â You stand in the doorway, observing him as he sits on the edge of the bed. He doesnât so much as spare you a glance, making you worry.
You make your way to him and sit on the edge of the bed next to him. âYou want to talk about what youâre feeling?â You insist, making him finally look at you.
âStop it.â He firmly states. Your eyes widen at his tone.
âWhat?â You ask, keeping your tone soft to avoid antagonizing him.
âYouâre tryinâ to do that shit again.â He scowls, standing up to walk back through the bedroom door. You quickly follow suit as he continues.
âTrynnaâ pick my brain.â He walks over to the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of whiskey.
âLike Iâm a fuckinâ patient.â
âNo. Iââ You intently pause, thinking. âOkay, you seem upset, stressed even.â You watch him grab a glass and pour some whiskey into it.
âAlcohol isnât a good way to cope.â You say, adopting your signature calm voice you use on your patients.
He laughs dryly, even though the burning amber liquid coated his throat.
âAnd, there you go again.â He sighed, looking up at you.
âIâm trying to help you, Simon.â You insist, reaching out to gently grab his forearm, though he quickly retracts from your touch.
He lets out another dry chuckle before setting down his glass and walking to the coat rack to grab his coat. You attempt to question his whereabouts, but he fills in the space first.
âI donât need a shrink. I need my wife.â
And, with that, he left. Leaving you to stare helplessly at the front door, not knowing where you went wrong and not knowing where to go from there.
You recounted yesterdayâs events in your mind all day today, even during patient sessions. You always left your personal matters at the door, but this was different because you were genuinely dumbfounded.
Even walking out of work, you still thought about the whole ordeal. However, your thoughts were absolved when you saw the familiar mechanic shop sign out of the corner of your eye. They would be closed about now, but, knowing Simon, he would still be there.
You walk into the garage part to see a body under a truck, working on it. You delicately press the little bell, you insisted he get, on the desk closest to the doors.
âWeâre closed.â God, it had only been a day, but you missed his voice.
âEven for me?â You question, feeling a little shy. He paused his movements before scooting himself out from under the truck. Your eyes shamelessly glazed over his body, looking at what he was wearing: an old white shirt covered in grease and gray sweatpants with oil marks.
âNo, not for you.â He stated, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he grabbed an old rag to wipe his hands clean.
You gave him a half-smile. âBeen working overtime, I see?â You try to keep your tone playful, but judging by how he slightly frowns, you can tell your voice has defiled you.
âWe should talk.â He stated, with almost a cringe on his face. You nod and sit on a chair adjacent to him as he leans on the hood of the truck he was working on.
âIâm sorry.â He sighs out, clearly disappointed in himself. âWas havinâ a shitty day and brought it onto you.â You look up at him and give him a frown.
âIâm sorry, too.â He snaps his eyes to yours, a puzzled expression taking over his face.
âFor what?â You gently tug on your bottom lip before answering.
âFor treating you like a patient and not my husband. Itâs not fair to you.â You sigh, avoiding his gaze.
âSweetheart, look at me.â He lightly demands. You bring your head up and bring your eyes to lock with his.
âThis isnât your fault. I was beinâ a dick.â He walks over to you and reaches for your hand, which you grasp. He guides you from the chair so youâre standing before him, looking up at him.
âAre you gonna come home?â You softly question as he stares into your eyes, mentally kicking himself for making them look so sullen.
âWouldnât wanna be anywhere else.â He says, bringing his hand up to sweep a stray piece of your hair away from your face, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly. You could feel your skin sizzle from only a slight touch, internally sighing as he pulled away to speak.
âShould get goinâ then.â He says, walking over to the truck's hood and gently slamming it shut. âJohnnyâs gonna come check the exhaust.â
âWhenâs he coming?â You absentmindedly ask as you watch Simon slip off his white shirt, observing his toned body.
âEh, half an hour.â He casually says, turning away from you to walk over to the cabinet to grab a clean white shirt.
âSo, weâre alone?â You question, bringing your hands up to untie the front of your blouse.
âUh, huh.â He agrees, still rummaging through the cabinets, back towards you. You hum a sign of approval as you open your blouse, then move to unclip your bra, your breasts spilling out as soon as you do.
He finally finds a clean shirt and turns toward you, eyes widening as he sees you, chest bare. Your pulse quickens as he stares, unsure of his thoughts. When he doesnât speak for a moment, you start to lose the confidence you had garnered.
âIs it too much?â You shyly ask, starting to feel insecure. He canât speak; his mouth has gone dry at the sight of you. He drops the shirt in his hand and walks over to you, bringing his hand up to trace the curve of your breast.
âFuck.â He manages to get out as your breathing becomes more ragged and your pupils dilate at the sensation.
âItâs never too much.â He answers your earlier question, cupping the bottom of your breast, making you sigh. You bring your hands up to grip his shoulders as he caresses your breast.
He leans to press a hot kiss onto your lips as he rolls your nipple between his pointer and thumb, making you moan into his mouth. He roughly grips the back of your thighs and picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he hauls you over to the hood of the truck.
He hikes up your skirt and hurriedly connects his lips back to yours before kissing down your neck, gently sucking on the tender skin, making you whine. He sinks to his knees in front of you, bringing one hand up to grab ahold of your calf, raising it slightly so he can slip the heel off your foot.
Once he gets one heel off, his other hand drifts to your other foot, slipping the heel off as he plants kisses up your ankle, and calf, stopping at your mid-thigh before nipping at the pantyhose encasing your cunt with his teeth, making a tiny hole. He slightly raises his hands and uses his pointers to split the pantyhose further.
âHey! Those were Falke.â You urge, referring to the German-made, almost three-hundred dollar silk tights he had soiled.
âIâll buy you more.â He amends, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, slipping them down simultaneously. His cock immediately shot up, so visibly hard. You brought your hands to gently pump him up and down as his hands went to massage your tender breasts.
He groans at the contact, gripping your breast a little firmer. You moan at that contact, pulling his cock a little firmer.
âYouâre killinâ me, baby.â He chokes out, gripping the back of your neck as he roughly kisses your lips. With your hands still on his cock, you gently pull him closer by it, making him hiss as you guide it to your slit.
âI need you in me.â You whine as he brings his hand to twirl in your hair. In one swift motion, he thrusts into you. You both groan at the swift contact, even throwing your heads back.
His movements continue; over and over again, he thrusts into you, making you dig your nails into his skin, desperate for stability. You knew you wouldn't last long and could tell Simon wouldn't either. It has been only been a God-damned day, and you ached for him. Nothing but him would suffice your craving.
âSo, fuckinâ good, baby. So, fuckinâ good.â He gruffly repeated, making you clamp around him tighter until you felt that familiar all-consuming euphoria you had so ached for.
As you reached your peak, Simon followed suit, coming with your name on the tip of his tongue. You were both panting, even after both of your orgasms subsided. You looked up at him as he tied your blouse back so your breasts were concealed, bra be damned.
âYou did good.â You praised as he reached down to pick up your abandoned skirt from the floor.
âYeah?â He lightly laughed out, finding humor in your statement.
âYeah.â You nod as he grips your waist and pulls you off the hood of the car.
âCan you walk?â He questions, his hands still on your waist to help steady you as he carefully slips on your skirt.
âNo. Might need you to carry me.â You sigh as you bring your hand up to fake an anguished expression.
âUh, huh.â He rolls his eyes, though they contain no actual annoyance, as he goes to pick you up bridal style.
âLetâs get you home, Drama.â
a/n: this is the pipeline iâm here for
ur honor iâm just a girl
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"sober confessions" drunk wishes sequel
high school!satoru gojo x reader
Synopsis: the following morning after satoru asked you to stay the night, the two of you reflected over what some of the things that were said and done when satoru was drunk could have meant
to sum it up: it's confession time
WC: 5,981
Warning(s): mentions of alcohol use
You were suddenly awakened by the shrill ring of your phone alarm, signifying that it was time for you to get ready for class.
You jumped, blindly reaching over to hit the snooze button, only when you repeatedly tapped the screen, the sound proceeded as though growing louder.
You groaned, mind foggy from sleep as you propped yourself up and snatched your phone within your grasp, angrily peering down at the device to find that there was, in fact, no alarm going off but a call from the group chat ringing repeatedly.Â
You squinted, the screen light glaring into your face rather unpleasantly. You were struggling to get a grip on your bearings as you watched the phone ring, momentarily believing that you were in your room, when you felt a pair of arms tighten around your middle and a sleepy groan rumble and vibrate against your back.Â
You jumped slightly, craning your head back to find your best friend sleeping soundly beside you, arms wound around your waist in a spooning position as his white lashes fluttered gently against his soft pale skin. Tendrils of white fell lazily into his eyes, his cheek mashed against his pillow as deep breaths escaped his parted lips.Â
Your eyes widened, the previous nightâs (or rather the early morningâs) events flooding back into your mind at full force. You had fallen asleep in Satoruâs bed after he had begged you to spend the night, holding your waist and pulling you to him pleadingly.Â
And now your friends were calling, most likely wondering where the hell the two of you were.
What time was it anyway?
You glanced up at the corner of your phone as it rang and caught sight of the hour. It was 9:30, an hour following the block of your first class of the day. How the hell had you managed to sleep through your alarm? You had told yourself that you were going to wake up early to sneak back into your dorm, but apparently, your body had other plans to oversleep with Satoru cuddled up to your back, clinging to you like you were a stuffed animal he was afraid to let go of.Â
Your face instantly flushed, uncertain of how you had even managed to find yourself in this position in the first place. You didnât know what to do. You wanted to leave to go back to your dorm, but you didnât have class for another hour now. Were you supposed to wake Satoru up? Tell him that it was time to get ready for the morning, or sneak back into your dorm like you had originally planned to?
The ringing of your phone didnât help either. The moment it had stopped, it started up again, whoever had been calling impatiently pondering over your whereabouts. You imagined that you were in some type of trouble for missing class, for Yaga had always been particularly strict on Satoru about fulfilling his responsibilities and simultaneously not dragging you into his nonsense.Â
You looked back over your shoulder to see if Satoru had been disturbed by the sound, but found that he was still sleeping rather peacefully. With a sigh, and a rather impending sense of deja vu, you answered the phone with your camera off.Â
âHâllo?â you murmured into the mic, not even bothering to look at the FaceTime bubbles.
âOh, well look who decided to answer,â Suguruâs voice lifted into the room rather agitatedly. âAnd with her camera off.â
âWhat do you want?â you groaned, shielding your arm over your eyes as you laid back onto Satoruâs pillow.
âSomeone woke up feisty today,â Shokoâs voice slid into the microphone teasingly, and you sighed.
âYou try babysitting Satoru at three in the morning and see how you feel when you wake up.â
âYeah, so funny you mention that,â the dark haired man quickly said. âWhere the hell are the two of you? You do know you missed class this morning, right? We had to figure out a way to cover for you when Yaga started interrogating us.â
You cringed slightly at the thought of the burly man being angry with you. âIs he pissed?â
âTake a wild guess.â
âWell, what did you say to him?â
âNothing that made him believe us,â Geto exhaled.Â
âYeah, donât be surprised if you get an angry knock on your door later today,â Shoko chuckled and you groaned.
âGod dammit,â you murmured.
âSo my question still stands, (Y/n),â Suguru said. âWhere are you and Satoru?â
You chewed on the inside of your lip, shifting slightly when Satoruâs fingers dug into your sides, inching his face closer to yours so that you could feel his breath fanning over your forehead. Heat pinched your cheeks as a shudder racked your body, your ability to keep your composure crumbling as long as you were within Satoruâs arms.
âUmmmâŠâ you stalled. âI mean⊠Satoruâs still sleepingâŠâ
There was a deafening pause as silence occupied the line for the next few moments, then came a weight, exasperated exhale from Suguruâs line. â(Y/n), are you still in his room?â
The dark haired boyâs comment was enough to have your body bursting into flames from embarrassment. âI-Itâs a long story.â
You could hear Shoko stifle a laugh with a short snort, and though Suguru paused again you could imagine him shaking his head in disbelief. âI told you to get him back safe, not to sleep over and be late to class.â
âI told you, itâs a long story,â you growled. âAnd I don't wanna hear anything from you after you abandoned us last night.â
âDonât you people ever rest past midnight?â Shoko joked.
âUnfortunately not.â
âJust- wake him up, okay? We still have the rest of the day to get through and a new mission to discuss,â Suguru said tiredly.
âIâll try my best, damn, but he-â you stopped yourself when you felt the white haired boy stir against you. You froze, unable to respond to Suguru and Shoko pressing for you to finish your sentence. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes darted down to where Satoruâs hands rested over you. You watched a hand lift from your side slowly, the other sliding over your abdomen as Satoru reached out for something.
You turned back to look at him, confused, and found that his eyes were still closed but his peaceful expression had been replaced with a frustrated one, his brows angled and his nose scrunched as he grunted softly. You looked back before you to see that he had been reaching blindly for your phone. You lowered it slightly so that he could have access, curious as to what he was trying to do, before he tapped at the screen harshly, his finger struggling to find a button. He tapped aggressively, growing more irritated with the task though he still refused to peek open his eyes.
âWhat the hell is that tapping noise?â Suguruâs voice questioned just seconds before Satoruâs finger finally hit the red x at the top corner, the call ending abruptly.You gaped, Satoru humming in satisfaction and wrapping you into him again, tucking his leg over your hip and burying his face in your hair.
You set your phone down slowly, stilling once again in the seventeen year oldâs hold. âS-Satoru?â you whispered, out into the emptiness of the room. He hummed again, brushing his nose into you and inhaling deeply. âAre you awake?â
âMm-mm,â he hummed in opposition, shaking his head ever so slightly.Â
âWhyâd you end the call?â you murmured.
â...too loud,â he grumbled sleepily.
You sighed, smoothing your hand over his clutching your midsection. âWe slept in. We gotta get up.â
âNo,â he groaned, his sleep coated voice ruggedly reverberating into you. You could feel that way he sank into you even further somehow, exhaling in content when he felt that you were close enough for you to be unable to escape. â...no,â he exhaled in content, voice drifting off quietly.
You had to get out of this somehow, but you had no idea how the hell you would be able to break free from the strongest studentâs hold as he stubbornly gripped you tighter and tighter, holding you damn near prisoner.
This, you decided, was somehow worse than what you had to endure when Satoru was drunk. While you understood the white haired boy was hungover and half asleep, he was no longer intoxicated. In addition to his sober state, Satoru had incredibly trained heightened senses. No matter what state he was in, he was always hyper aware of what he was doing in that moment, whether he remembered the next day or not. Therefore, you knew that he knew he was fully conscious of the way he clung to you, which only meant that his affections with you were not entirely inspired by the alcohol that was leaving his system.
You couldnât blame his behavior on his intoxication anymore, and the notion frightened you.
You tried to break free from him anyhow, though the task was fruitless the moment you started. You pressed down onto his arms and tried to push yourself upward from his grasp, grunting and straining your throat whilst attempting to wriggle away, but you could barely budge. Hell, it didnât even feel like Satoru was exerting any effort, especially since he was already dozing off again, and yet you were stuck.
âSatoru!â you groaned in frustration. You didnât want him to know that you enjoyed this. You didnât want him to know that you wanted to stay like this, wrapped into him safely and snugly with no desire to leave anytime soon. You didnât want him to see you so clearly enamored by him in the daylight, for your gentle affections motivated by your love for him were only meant for the wee hours of the morning when he couldnât walk in a straight light or see any less than three blurry visions of you before him.Â
He didnât even give you a response this time, completely falling silent as you struggled against him and you exhaled loudly, agitated with your predicament. Thanks to your weakness for your best friend, you had missed class and now by the looks of it, you were going to miss your second class too. You knew Gojo wasnât getting up any time soon, and he wasnât letting you out of his bed either.
You sighed again, falling limp against him and giving in to your fate. You pouted slightly, slumping your cheek against the pillow as Satoruâs breaths fanned soothingly against your ear, chest rising and falling against your back.Â
Little did you know, however, Satoru was now wide awake, feeling you, breathing you in, taking in the opportunity that presented itself to him. He knew that the moment you were aware of his full consciousness, youâd force that line of friendship between the two of you again, leaving your gentle caress of his face in the past as you proceeded into the day like nothing happened, like you were friends and that was all there was to it, and sure, perhaps friends found themselves in predicaments where theyâd touch each other or lay with each other in a platonic fashion.
But Satoru didnât want your platonic affection. He didnât want this moment to fade away into thin air like your intimate moments always did the night following his drinking. He didnât want the tenderness in your voice to be replaced by that harsh, yet playful teasing you always showed him and he showed you, and Suguru, and Shoko in return.Â
Yes, he drank to feel unburdened by the weight he carried as âthe honored oneâ every day, but he also drank to be close to you, to find excuses to long for you openly, to capture the way you took care of him when he rendered himself incapable.
Then, Satoru.Â
You rarely ever called him Toru when he was sober, always addressing him by his full name as though it was a necessity, that damn barrier that stood between the two of you was there was more. He hated it.Â
Satoru Gojo knew he was the best from a very early age. He knew that he would have to struggle with very little throughout his life, and that amongst skills and sorcery, popularity and girls would follow like second nature. He was a teenager, and he reveled in the attention from all areas, but when it came to you, he was just far weaker, completely forgetting that any girl would have killed to be his girlfriend and trailing around behind you like a lovesick puppy.
Still, since he was always so inebriated when you took care of him, he never fully understood why you were so doting upon him. He remembered bits and pieces from the previous night, fragments that came together more easily than memories from other nights where he had been far more wasted. He could still see your face clearly, feel your hands on his face, your fingers brushing his chest. It was all becoming rather clear in his head again, and he wanted to return to that. He didnât want to let that go, because maybe you cared for him this way and allowed him to cuddle up to you through the night because you felt something for him greater than friendship.Â
Even that morning, you could have forced your way out somehow (not really, because Satoru was incredibly stubborn), and yet you allowed him to take over and keep you close. You allowed him to possibly lead you to miss your next class. You allowed him to hug you tight to him, relinquishing any willpower to fight against him. Why?
âSatoru,â you spoke up again softly, and he twitched, unable to not respond to the way your voice sounded calling his name. âI know youâre awake.â
His lips curled upward slightly though his eyes still remained closed. âIâm not,â he murmured.
Hearing him speak to you coherently and prove that he had indeed been fully aware of what he was doing the whole time like you initially suspected had you internally fuming. âYou asshole,â you hissed, and he chuckled, his abdominals tensing rigidly against your back and his fingers brushing the hem of your shirt with the action.Â
You flushed, holding your breath. âItâs not funny, weâre already behind today. Come on, letâs go,â you frowned, moving to push free from him again but once more, but his embrace tightened and he shook his head against you. âStop messing around!â
âI donât wanna get up yet,â he said as though his explanation were simple, and in truth, he thought it was. There was nothing else for him to really say.Â
âThatâs too bad. We have class!â you fumed, releasing another groan when he still refused to release you. You tried to shift around to at least face him, but it was no use. âSatoru! Get off of me!â
A sense of irritation overcame the said boy in reaction to your demand. You were acting as though you hadnât willingly slept through the night with him. Why? Why didnât you want him to know that you enjoyed this?
âDonât act like that,â he mumbled huskily and you furrowed your brows.
âAct like what? Responsible?â
âNo. Donât act like you donât want to stay here too.â
You froze, struggling momentarily to process what he had said. Had you made your feelings too obvious? âWh- Satoru, Iâm just saying that weâre late and we need to get up. I still have to shower.â
âI donât care,â he sighed out. He tugged you back, using the grip he already had around you to flip you over within his hold and tuck you to his chest by the back of your head. He kept his leg obnoxiously thrown over your hip, now hugging onto you in a childish manner. âWeâre gonna rot here together for a few more hours.â
You made a noise of surprise, vision shielded by his shirt. You pressed your hands into his hard shoulders, pushing to move him away. âNo weâre not,â you whined. âQuit being so annoying, let me go!â
âUgh,â he groaned grumpily into your hair, leading you to raise a brow and lean back to look up at him.
âWhat the hell are you groaning about? Youâre the one holding me hostage.â
âItâs nothing,â he said, and for the first time that morning, you could see his sapphire orbs peeking through his lashes, peering down at you with a hint of frustration and fatigue. âIâm just hungover and youâre talking too much.â
âWell, Iâd talk less if you let go of me, idiot.â
Satoru stared down at you for a long moment, as though studying every part of your face and analyzing the meaning behind your expression. Your brows drew together further as you looked back up at him, caught in his gaze with confusion splayed over your face.Â
âWhat?â
You could feel his grip finally grow lax around you, embrace loosening yet his hands still stayed on the small of your back and his leg still over yours. His subtle release allowed you to pull away a bit more, taking a better view of his face leaned against the pillow. âI just wish you would be more like you were last night sometimes,â he said rather calmly, and you lifted your brows in shock.
âHuh?â you breathed. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat do you think I mean?â
Suddenly, he was smirking down at you lazily, lips curved into that devilish smile that caught the hearts of hundreds. You hated when he smiled at you like that, because you knew that just like the rest of them, that smile had you absolutely whipped.Â
âI think we should stop stalling and get ready for class,â you tried to change the subject. Satoruâs smile dimmed slightly, a fleck of disappointment simmering in his gaze. He turned his head to face the ceiling and threw his arm over his eyes, lifting it from your body and his leg along with it.
âFine,â he grunted. âGo ahead.â
âThank you,â you huffed, moving to slide over the covers and out from Satoruâs arm, which fell limply to the bed as you rose to your feet on the floor. Neither one of you mentioned the way the cold enveloped your bodies when you withdrew, nor how you both sought the warmth that had been consuming the two of you just moments prior.
You stretched your arms out and leaned over, scrunching your face as a few cracks resounded in your back. Satoru lifted his arm carefully to watch the movement, as you tilted your head to either side and raised your arms above your head, shirt lifting ever so slightly to reveal a hint of your bare back. His lips tightened and ears burned, arm moving back over his eyes.
Seconds after, you turned over your shoulder to take a glance at Satoruâs lounged state, limbs still sprawled out everywhere. You felt guilty for a second, forcing yourself to leave him like this, but what exactly was there to feel guilty for? Satoru was your friend and you needed to get up to actually get some work done and go to school. There was nothing wrong with you pointing that out, and yet, the idea of leaving Satoruâs room to go back to your own felt like shit.
You quickly moved to the other side of the room to grab the pain medicine you always kept stored by the window for this very occasion. You leaned over Satoru to place the bottle on top of his abdomen. The white haired boy looked down then back up at you.Â
âTake that for your headache,â you told him. âAnd thereâs water on your nightstand, okay? Iâll see you in a few, Iâm gonna go get ready.â
â(Y/n),â Satoru called you before you could gather your sweatshirt and keys from the floor. You turned over your shoulder mid-movement to watch him sit up, coursing his fingers through his hair with his arm propping him up behind him.Â
He was so pretty, with his sleepy eyes and his sloppy t-shirt hanging over his shoulder. He rubbed his eye then met your gaze, face blank and brows set low.Â
âYou didnât really answer my question from last night,â he said after a few seconds.
â...Which question? You say a lot when youâre drunk, you know,â you tried to laugh it off, fully aware of what Satoru was referring to.
âOh really? Then let me remind you.â
Gojo moved to sit at the edge of the bed similar to how he had hours before, early in the morning. He patted the space next to him loudly.Â
âI was sitting right here, you were standing here in front of me helping me change, and then I asked you why you always take care of me. You said it was because weâre friends, and then I said it wasnât the same as how âfriendsâ take care of each other,â he walked you through the events matter-of-factly, blinking up at you with an innocent expression.Â
âOkay, first of all,â you placed your hand on your hip. âI literally did answer your question. Second, how the hell do you remember all of that so well? Donât tell me your memory is usually that good when you wake up with a hangover.â
âNo, last night it just wasnât as bad. Why, âthere something youâve been hiding?â he teased you slightly and you scoffed.Â
âYou wish.â
Satoru sighed and leaned his chin in his hand. âAnd no, you didn't really answer. Not the full question. You never addressed the second part of what I said.â
âBecause itâs not relevant, Satoru. I take care of you because weâre friends.â
âAnd I told you that doesnât make sense.â
âHow?â you made a strange face, feeling yourself grow defensive under Satoruâs gaze and his observations. You hadnât expected to have this conversation, and it was starting to make you nervous. âDo you want me to say I take care of you when youâre drunk for some other reason?â
The white haired student tilted his head slightly, strands of hair falling into his sight across his forehead. He pursed his lips, studying you. âI donât know, it just depends if there actually is some other reason.â
You scrunched your nose as the two of you stared at each other from opposite ends of the room. The longer you looked at him, a smile slowly spread onto his face as though he couldnât stay serious.Â
âI canât tell if youâre messing with me or not right now,â you murmured, slimming your eyes as you eyed him down.Â
âIâm-Iâm being serious,â he chuckled lowly, snatching up the pain bottle into his hand to open it and pop one into his mouth. âSee, you even know to make me take this when I wake up,â he said, grabbing his water and lifting the open bottle to his lips.
âBecause this happens a lot,â you crossed your arms.
âI know, silly, thatâs why I asked the question in the first place.â
âWell, what about you? Youâre the one always calling for me when you drink,â you deflected the attention onto him to take the heat away from you. âCare to explain why you do that, hm? Is that just a âfriendâ thing?â
âI asked you first, (Y/n),â Satoru grinned, tossing his now sealed water aside to stand slowly so as to not further aggravate the minor ache in his head. âDonât try to change the subject.â
âIâm just saying. I donât mind it, obviously, but itâs always me you end up asking for.â
Satoru walked up to you slowly. âBecause I care about you,â he said, soft smile still resting on his face.
You looked up at him confusingly, skin warm as he gazed down at you with an air of gentle kindness. âI care about you too, Satoru, which is again why I donât mind always taking care of you. Weâre friends.â
Friends.
The word hung in the air like a lingering smell, one that took several hours and numerous open windows to rid a room of. You were always so quick to remind him that you were friends, that your love for him was the love of a friend for a friend, and while he harbored that same love for you, it didnât feel right.
He loved Suguru as a friend. He loved Shoko as a friend, but you⊠he loved you as a friend, of course, but he desired more from you. There was a childish need within him to stay by your side, to metaphorically tug at your pig tails then turn around and hold your hand as the two of you walked to class. He wanted his isolated path to greatness to be accompanied by your presence, close, sweet, full of laughter and shy smiles and soft touches and swift kisses. He wanted you to take care of him though he knew he needed no one.Â
He needed you.
And as more than just a friend.Â
But as confident as Satoru was with himself and his abilities in charming anyone, he had no idea how to go about addressing his feelings for you. Satoru knew how to joke, and as your friend, he knew how to push your buttons, and he did absolutely know how to care for you, but he did not know how to make you see how much he wanted to be with you. He danced around the idea because that was all he knew how to do. Deep down, when it came to you, he was a coward, a scared shitless kid in love with one of his closest friends with no way of understanding what it looked like to tell you.
Satoru scratched the side of his chin when he approached you, smile fading due to his inability to properly handle the thoughts that were running through his brain. âSo thatâs all?â
You pressed your lips together, heart fluttering when his eyes dashed down to your lips then back up to your eyes. âYes?â
â...And we should just move on from everything that happened last night?â
âI mean, I guess so. Nothing really⊠happened per say.â
No, nothing happened. Not him pulling you close by your waist, or him calling you pretty, or you calling him love, or him keeping his hands on you in some way the entire time you were with him.
âOkay,â he nodded. âThen I guess you should go get ready for class.â
You hesitated, unable to look away from the boy before you. ââŠAlright,â you mumbled. You stayed in front of him for one more moment before turning to open the door. Your hand reached for the handle when you paused, something nagging at you, keeping you from leaving though you had been pleading for Satoru to let you go earlier.
âDid you want to talk about something in particular?â you asked quickly when you turned back around. Satoru looked at you befuddled for a moment, then he smiled warmly again.
âDidnât we just do that?â
âI donât know, it just seems like thereâs something on your mind that youâre not saying.â
âI could say the same thing about you, (Y/n).â
You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, stomach fluttering with butterflies. ââŠYou called me pretty last night.â
Satoruâs smile softened and his expression mellowed out, cheeks tinting a light pink. âBecause you are.â
âBut⊠did you say that, like- cause you were drunk?â
âNo, I said it because youâre pretty.â
Your hands flew to your shirt as you twirled the fabric sleeping nervously in your fingers. Satoruâs eyes flickered down at the sight, taking note of all your nervous habits.Â
âWhy did you want me to stay with you last night?â
Satoru sighed, looking down momentarily. âCause I like having you around,â he told you. âYou make me feel safe.â
âI do?â you asked, sounding a tad bit more hopeful than you intended.Â
âWhen Iâm drunk especially, yeah.â
âAnd thatâs why you always call me when you drink?â
ââŠI think so,â he said earnestly, a look of severity taking over his previous smile. âI also like the way you look after me. I like how you talk to me.â
âHow do I talk to you?â
âLike weâre something more than friends,â he blurted out and your eyes went wide. Satoru didnât take long to mimic your reaction, his own eyes widening when he registered his own words.Â
He clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides, knocking them against his legs awkwardly.Â
âSorry, I guess I justâŠâ he narrowed his brows and looked away from you nervously. You had never seen this side of Satoru before, the way he fidgeted anxiously and avoided the eye contact with you that he always sought. âI donât know.â
âI always take care of you when you drink because I like doing it,â you confessed abruptly, catching Satoruâs immediate attention. âI like feeling like you need me sometimes.â
Satoru gave you a perplexed look. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou know⊠in school, you donât exactly need my help or anyone elseâs at that matter. Youâre the strongest. If the only time you need me is when you drink, then Iâll gladly help just to feel like I can do something for you.â
The blue eyed seventeen year old clenched his jaw as he took in your words, having never known that you felt that way. âI donât just need you when I drink, (Y/n),â he said lowly. âThatâs not how I view you at all.â
You shuffled slightly on your feet. âOkayâŠâ you trailed off. âThen how do you view me?â
Satoru scratched the back of his head. For the first time, you could see the way he flustered before you when he was sober, exhibiting similar mannerisms as the boy who could only speak in slurred gibberish, the same behaviors that you had believed to only be displayed when he didnât know what he was saying or doing.
âI canât put it into words,â he started. âAll I know is that I start to lose my mind when you get so soft with me. I donât want you to stop doing that. I never wanted that to just be something you do when Iâm drunk.â
Was this⊠a confession?
Your entire body was tingling as the two of you watched each other with bright eyes and heated faces, unsure of really what to say but with a million words desperately clawing to break free after having been concealed for so long. You didnât know what to think. Your mind didnât want to fall for what Satoru appeared to be saying to you, but your heart was thrashing, jumping and bursting with every glimmer in the boyâs clear eyes and the freshness in his gentle, honest tone.
âWhat does that mean?â you asked stupidly, mind a blur.
An ocean haze melted over you. Satoru knew it was dumb to let himself fall so easily in this world of curses, in this world where he remained at the top while everyone else including you watched from the bottom, but he didnât care. He shouldâve thought more about the risks, but he couldnât.Â
All he could think about was how he never wanted to live in a world without you by his side. Selfishly, he loved you. Selfishly, he clinged to you like a boy to his childhood crush.
You didnât notice how he ended up directly in front of you, looking down at you from inches away. This felt so strange to you, examining him in such a light that wasnât dimmed by a drunken stupor.Â
Satoru looked down, slowly, hesitantly reaching out to grab your forearm gently. You allowed him, his slender fingers wrapping over your wrist and sliding down to your palm, cupping your hand gently within his. His skin was hot, thumb swiping over the back of your hand as he stared intently at the motion.Â
âAnswer my question for real now,â he whispered, looking up at you. âTell me why you always look after me.â
Your breath hitched in your throat. You almost felt intoxicated yourself, captured by Satoruâs touch and gaze in the light of day. âBecause⊠IâŠâ
Satoruâs head ducked down gradually, the movement so slow it was hard to even notice. Against your mind, your body was moving along with him, chin tilting up shyly as the warmth of his hand and his eyes on yours and his voice asking you why you loved him melted your resolve.
The air stilled, time ticking closer and closer toward your next class, but you had completely forgotten and Satoru couldnât have cared less as his face neared yours just as it had that night, lids lowering over lazy eyes as he tugged your hand closer to him, leading you to take a few careful steps further in.Â
You had loved Satoru for as long as youâd known him, as your friend, as a person, as a sorcerer, and as something beyond that. You never believed your feelings to be reciprocated, for there was only one Satoru Gojo, and he was granted with the gift of everything. As a boy with everything, you did not think that there was anything more your feelings could give him. Not when you were one of many who loved him, and he was the only one of himself.
Nevertheless, you never considered the fact that the strongest boy could have separated you from everyone else, could have viewed you as the only one of yourself. You never even bothered to entertain the idea that you were as special to him as he was to the world.Â
Your lips were touching his lightly before you could further ponder anything else, soft lips pressing into each other carefully as though the two of you were afraid to push any further. At the moment of contact, you shivered, eyes fluttering closed as the world around you bursted into color.
The two of you pulled away with a soft smack as quickly as you had kissed, looking at each other with shocked discovery, read beaten faces, and dancing hearts.Â
Satoru wasnât drunk, but he stared at you as though he was, pupils wide and eyes full.Â
Eventually, he grinned, shiny teeth bearing and eyes crinkling as he lifted his hand to the side of your face, giddy and buzzing with teenage fervor. âWell?â he pushed, referring to the still unanswered question that lingered in the air.
You blinked, still stunned by what had just taken place as Satoru beamed down at you cheekily. You let out a short amused, nervous breath, corners of your mouth curling with a stunned half smile.Â
âBecause I like you, you idiot,â you sighed and he laughed, pushing himself forward to bump your forehead into his.
âThank god,â he chuckled, and suddenly, you were giggling along with him, shaky and happy and woozy with delight.Â
The two of you, naturally, missed all of your classes that day having spent your time within each otherâs company, making up for lost time, exchanging once-secret stories of hidden affections, and making fun of each other for failing to see just how infatuated with one another the two of you had always been, kissing, cuddling, hugging, smiling.
You were met with a series of missed calls from Suguru and Shoko followed by a rather intense ass-beating/lecture from Yaga once the day had come to an end, Shoko and Suguru watching from nearby, but it was worth it to finally know that those intimacies shared during nights full of drunken were the manifestations of true, real, harbored feelings.
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in secret | csc
pairing: idol!choi seungcheol x model!reader
themes: secret relationship, situationship
warnings: minors dni! smut, fingering, mentions of reader having breasts and a vagina
ring. ring. ring.
you didnât bother checking who was calling as there was only one person to call you during your schedule.
âyou know you canât keep calling me while iâm at work cheol.â
you hear a chuckle on the other end of the line as you pick up another booty call from seungcheol. you had met him through an event where you accidentally bumped into him as you were leaving your dressing room and the rest was history.
âyet you still always answer baby.â
âonly because god knows how pouty you get when i donât.â you laugh as you wave your collegues goodbye, your fittings and schedule over for the day.
you had walked over to your car still on the phone with cheol as you unlocked your car and got in to continue your call in private.
âwhat is it you want tonight? iâm pretty tired for sex today.â
ah, yes. you were in a friends-with-benefits type of relationship with cheol after that one incident where you both were at a after party in which both of you had alcohol in your system but still sober enough to decide to have sex in his car before he drove you home to your apartment.
âiâm not calling you for sexâwell tonight iâm not.â he laughs as you hear the faint sounds of the radio in the background. âi was passing by your favorite restaurant and bought too much food for one person to eat alone so i was gonna ask you if i could come over and share a meal with you tonight.â
âwoah, who are you and what have you done to the cheol i met first?â you teased him as you pulled out of the parking and into the street to head home to your apartment a couple of blocks away.
âi can be a gentleman too if i wanted to you know? rude that you think otherwise.â you could see him pouting my the way his voice sounded over the phone.
âiâm kidding baby i know you are but yes you can come over. the doors are unlocked and iâm a few minutes away.â you answer.
âhow many times do i have to tell you to not leave your doors unlocked? youâll be the death of me woman seriously.â
âand how many times do i need to tell you my apartments security is really good. anyways, i got to pass by a shop to buy some stuff for my apartment. iâll see you later.â
âmâkay, drive safe. see you later.â
àŒàŒàŒàŒ
ââand then they forced them to hug it out with hannie after they had won the prize and could go home early! it was the funniest thing i saw today.â cheol laughed from the other side of the table as the both of you ate dinner together.
âi wouldâve loved to see that in person.â you laughed as you imagined it happening infront of you.
you were familiar with his group, seventeen. he had âforcedâ you to watch gose episodes and some of their (more specifically his) fancams from previous concerts during some of your more casual meet ups. you had enjoyed it so much you actually had a slight infatuation with wonwoo much to cheolâs dismay that he wasnât your bias.
âyouâd love the boys. they are the same on and off camera, iâm super proud of them really.â he gushed as he sipped on the beer you had bought before coming home.
âiâm sure they feel the same way about you,â you reassured him as he smiled at you.
cheol was a great leader, he was kind but firm especially when it came to his brothers. he would rather pay fines and reassure his fans than keep them overthinking about things. he was a pure soulâmaybe thatâs why over time you had slowly fallen for him.
âthanks baby.â he mouthed to you as you both enjoyed the rest of your dinner in comfortable silence.
you watched as he finished his food the same time you had before grabbing the plastic containers and throwing them in the trash tidying up your dining room before plopping down on the couch beside you. you had been planning on setting boundaries with him as you knew your feelings would get hurt if he finds a girl he actually wants to pursue and not just fuck.
you had past flings and relationships before you had met cheol. it was never easy for you to fall in love with the way youâve fallen for cheolânot even with your exes. you had been the secret girlfriend or lover before so why was it so hard to be that with cheol? oh right. you werenât even his girlfriend. youâre just a one-call away fuck when he needed you to be. but youâd also be the first person heâd run to when the world around him became too much for him to handle.
âcheol?â you called out softly as you approached the couch.
âhmm?â he hummed as he looked up from the tv to look at you.
you watched his brown eyes lock on your own as the nerves in your stomach knotted. you couldnât do it but you knew you needed to before you hurt yourself by loving a man that wasnât even yours to love.
could you stomach not being able to hold him the way only you could when it was just the two of you? to live with the thought that heâll settle down with another woman and that he couldnât do it with you? to know that you were good enough to fuck but not commit to fully?
âhow long will we continue like this?â you ask as you take the spot on the couch beside him.
âwhat do you mean sweetheart?â he asked as his brows furrowed in confusion.
âthis cheol. you and me. is this all weâre going to be? a quick fuck and leave?â you could see the way the gears in his mind were then turning.
he didnât know what to answer.
âi thought we were fine with this kind of set up? you didnât want any commitments and i didnât too especially in the industry we are in.â
âi was at first. things happen seungcheolâthings even sometimes i canât stop.â you argue as you watch him fidget with his hands.
âiâi canât do it (y/n). thereâs so much on the line for meâfor you! i have an album release coming up. you have your runway and cover launch. if anyone finds out, the backlash would be too much for both of us to quiet down quick enough that it wonât ruin everything weâve built.â he reasoned as he stood up from the couch.
âam i really just a good fuck to you?â the question hung in the air as you watch him try to answer you but decided not to and grabbed his keys making a beeline for the door.
âso much for being a gentleman. goodbye asshole!â you shout at him as he leaves your apartment in silence.
you broke down in tears burrying your face into your throwpillow mourning a relationship that was never there to begin with. you had shared you body with himâintimate moments of just you and him as he worshipped your body. you had not only fucked but there was that one time in which he made love to you after he had been away on tour for a month. he touched your body as if he was memorizing every mole, scar and dip of your body, kissing every patch of skin he could as he slowly thrusted in and out of you as if trying to engrave you in his brain yet he couldnât commit to you even if he did all that.
you knew since the beggining that you were playing a dangerous game when you had met and started messing with each other in secret, so you couldnât blame him fully for hurting and leaving you when you wanted things to get serious.
you cried for him that night, vowing never to let anyone mess with your heart the way he did with yours. you allowed yourself to mourn him and what couldâve been before drifting off to sleep.
àŒàŒàŒàŒ
a month had passed since that night, everything was getting better. you had walked for one of your dream brands in their show in paris before being flown back to korea for a cover shoot. you had managed to avoid thinking about him successfully burying yourself in your work.
you had glanced at the calendar hung on the wall in your little office where the date tomorrow was encirled with red ink with his handwriting messily scribbled beneath the date.
new album release in which youâd drool over wonwoo instead of me :(
you had avoided opening twitter to stop yourself from looking at updates from seventeen hoping for a glance of him even going as far as to download weverse to catch a live of him. yet your finger hovered over his contact on your phone wanting to call and check in on him as he was always nervous whenever he had events coming up.
âno stop that. youâre not going to make yourself available for someone who thinks your just a good fuck.â you mutter to yourself as you close your phone.
your room still had traces of him you havenât got the guts to get rid of yet. his perfume still sits on your vanity as he sometimes stays the night and always forgets to bring his perfume with him to use which resulted in him leaving his bottle of perfume in your room. his jersey from that one gose episode hangs from the chair in the corner of the room from that time you asked him to bring you home wonwooâs but refused to do so saying it would be weird to see you wearing wonwooâs jersey when you were fucking him. his toothbrush is still by the sink in your ensuite and his spare clothes are still on your top drawer waiting for him to come and use themâbut he wonât because heâs doing better than you are and moving on from your little situationship.
his side of the bed still smells like him despite you spraying your perfume on it. he just manages to haunt you in the solitude of your own home. youâre thinking gets interrupted by a call from an unknown number on your phone.
âhello?â you greet unsure.
breathing is the only thing heard on the other line so in your better judgement you turn the call off thinking somebody just dialled the wrong number by accident.
you shrugged it off before tossing your phone to your bed and rearranging your vanity to keep your mind busy.
ping!
a notification interrupts your rearranging seeing your phone light up as a message comes through.
open the door.
âopen the door?â you read out loud as you see the text. confused as the number isnât saved you decided to check your front door as a safety measure.
you peep through the hole in your front door to see no one there but you decided to open and check. you glanced at the hall seeing no one there but to your surprise there was a paper bag on the floor. you picked it up and placed it on your kitchen counter before locking the door behind you.
you opened the bag to find an unsealed album with wonwooâs signature on it. confused you rummage through the bag to pull out wonwooâs jersey from that one gose episode.
âwhat the hell?â you asked confused as you pulled your phone out to check the number that had texted you. it wasnât a number saved in your phone but you had an inkling to whom it was from.
you decided to call the number to confirm your suspicions. you had waited a while before the call got answered. and boy were you ready to give them a piece of your mind.
âhello?â he answers as you pace back and forth in your kitchen holding the album in your hand.
âyes, hello to you too. what the fuck is this? why would you send me an album signed by wonwoo and his jersey from that one gose episode? are you that fucked up seungcheol?â you fumed as you waited for him to say something.
âwell?â you pushed as he wasnât answering you.
âhi, uhm, itâs not seungcheol. iâm gonna introduce myself first, my name is joshua hong. iâm seungcheolâs group member and he borrowed my phone to text you. he isnât here right now but iâll make sure to relay the message you had for him. also, donât worry about me spilling your secret iâm not gonna tell anyone about the two of you. you have my word for it.â you could feel the heat build up on your cheeks in embarrassment.
âiâm sorry! i thought you were seungcheol. i probably shouldâve let you talk first before i went off on you.â you apologize as you hear joshua chuckle.
âdonât worry about it, i get where youâre coming from. donât tell cheol but you were right setting boundaries to your situation with him.â
it was nice to know joshua was on the same page with you regarding the matter.
âyeah but it may have cost me his presence in my life. well, until he had contacted me again today.â you admitted as he sighed.
âi told him he shouldâve used his own number to contact you but he wouldnât listen to me. that man honestly, he can be so dumb with things like this but is so smart in other things.â
âi was debating calling him just hours ago. i know how tense he gets with your album releases but iââ
âyou wanted him to reach out to you because you already told him what you wanted out of your situation. yeah, i know. he told me about you guys a week ago.â
âhe did?â you asked surprised.
you really didnât think heâd talk about you and your situation with anyone else. truthfully, you didnât know how you felt about it. seungcheol had all the time during your no-contact period to reach out but he never did so you thought he was fully over your relationship. hearing from joshua that he was talking about it with someone else somehow gave you a thought that he might actually be thinking about you still.
âhe hasnât been able to talk to anybody else about it because of the circumstances but i could tell something was troubling him so i just waited for him to open up to me without being forced to and he did eventually. i know he misses youâhe hasnât shut up about it to me,â he sighs as you pick at your nails. âhe means well, yâknow? he just has a lot on his shoulders being our leader and the shield that protects everyone around him but i know deep down your good for him and i know he knows it too. just hear him out please?â
âi will, thank you joshua. congratulations on your new album by the way. iâm sure youâll be hitting the charts and winning awards for it soon enough.â you thank him as he says his thanks and ends the call leaving you to your thoughts.
your phone sits on the counter as you gathered up the courage to text him and soon enough you pressed send.
where are you? we need to talk.
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seungcheol had arrived at your door an hour later, knocking lightly on your door you mightâve thought you hadnât heard him if you didnât know he was coming over. you opened the door for him not bothering to look at the peephole as he shuffled quietly past you and into your living room. he glanced around the apartment seeing it was still the same way as the day he left you so suddenly. he normally felt at home but this time he felt so tiny and out of place despite all the times he used to come over. he glanced over the familiar paper bag on your kitchen counter with the album and jersey he dropped off.
he could feel your gaze at him but he avoided making eye contact with you which he used to love doing. your eyes were his favorite thing to look atâno matter what you were doing your eyes always showed how you felt despite you not saying it verbally. he would tell you how much he loved your eyes even if he was in the middle of fucking you. heâd often tell you to keep your eyes on him despite you being so fucked out yet youâd do as he asked because you loved how he looked at you. deep down he thinks he knew that the moment he started to look for you in the people heâd interact with everyday was the moment he started seeing you more than just another person heâd call to fuckâhe loved you long before he had the guts to let you know and seeing you for the first time after no contact truly did things to him.
âhey.â he spoke softly as he finally looked at you for the first time in a month.
god, you looked so beautiful even if your face held no emotions as you looked at him.
âi did all the talking last time so i think itâs fair i give you this moment to air out your thoughts before i make a decision.â you answered stiffly.
he nodded in understanding as he tried to gather his thoughts together before he opened up his mouth to speak.
âtruth be told, i got overwhelmed when you were insinuating that you wanted to be more than just what our set up was but that isnât a good enough explanation for what i was feeling at that moment.â
it was true, with everything on his plate at that moment it just got suffocating for him so he left without saying anything. it was one of the most stupid thing he had ever done in his life because he wanted nothing more to say somethingâanything to you.
âi had so much time to think about us over the month of no contact. i learned things about me that i wish i knew the moment you confronted me about what we were and how things were going to play out for us in the long run. i want you, (y/n). i wish i told you that night that i left. i donât want you just physically because you are so much more to me than just a body to fuck. donât get me wrong the sex is amazing with you and i feel like iâm on another world when i get to touch you, hold you, and just be with you.â he explains as he inched closer to you.
âbut iâm scared to love you. i donât want to ruin what we have because iâve seen other couples in our industry get destroyed just because they love each other. i know i can handle the backlash iâd received but iâd hate to be the reason youâd be getting them tooâfuck, i love you. god knows when it happened but i do and i canât stop no matter what i do to try and supress my feelings. you werenât and arenât just a good fuck to meâyour my entire world and iâm lucky enough to be able to orbit around you like how the moon does.â he could touch your face with how close he was to you by now. the tears falling down your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to wipe away but he didnât still unsure about if he could touch you that way again.
âyou were the first person i felt both wildly unsure and unwaveringly certain of and i kept falling for you and the little things youâd do. i missed looking into your eyes, kissing your lips when you rambled too much, playing with your hair when we cuddle after sex, the little noises you make when you lose at games, and the way iâd wake up with you in my arms when you let me stay over. i missed you so much baby. iâm so sorry i didnât contact you sooner.â cheol could feel his voice break as you cupped his cheeks. he leaned into your touch as he caught your scentâyour vanilla scented shampoo and a hint of his own perfume mixed together. he loved it.
âyouâre an asshole yâknow?â she spoke through her tears as she allowed him to run his fingers through her locks. âi missed you.â she peered up at him as he smiled at her.
seungcheol had gazed into her eyesâhe stared at her like she was the stars in the sky and he was basking in their glow. he missed her truly and he was going to show her how much he had missed her.
his eyes glanced down on her lips before he had closed the space between them with a kiss. the kiss was full of emotions; longing, happiness, and desire. it had been the longest since he went without being able to touch her body, the longest time being a month when he was away on tour.
he doesn't know when his obsession with you started, but one look at your bambi like eyes and he was hooked. jailed and chained to nights filled with your doe eyes brimming tears and cries of pleasure. oh the sweet sounds youâd make because of him.
"you like that? hmm?" a moan escapes your lips as he palmed your soaked sleep shorts.
âyes.â you answer breathlessly as you feel him lift you up and lock your legs around his hips. gravity causing you to settle down with your cunt pressed against his hard dick.
âoh fuck.â he groaned as he felt your wet cunt slide down his dick. âi missed having you like this baby.â
he had managed to get you both into your room as quickly as he could without bumping into your stuff with his lips on yours before setting you down in your bed. he littered your thighs with kisses as he pulled your shorts down revealing you slick cunt.
âno panties tonight, hm?â he smirked as you blushed.
âyou make me go insane baby.â he removed his shirt along with his bottoms bearing all himself for you to seeânot that you havenât seen it before.
cheol dipped a finger into your core, working around the sopping wet muscle to fit in a second. he never broke eye contact with you, even as you groaned at the sudden contact as his finger grazed your bundle of nerves .
"it's okay, baby. come look at me, please? look right at me. thatâs it, thatâs my good girl."
as his fingers began to speed up, the tension in your thighs loosened, giving him more access to the rest of you. your walls took them in with ease as you welcome the familiar sensation of his fingers being stuffed in you, the wet sucking noises beginning to fill the room along with your moans. his breath is steady as ever, as if he's breathing you through this in an effort to slow you down from getting there before he even gets to truly have his way with you the way that he intends. he hadnât fucked you in so longâhe was going to take his sweet time.
your eyes locked into hisâhis favourite sight ever seeing you like that, breath hitching in the back of your throat catching the soft cries of his name that you tried to utter. pulling back, cheol removed his fingers from you with a slick pop, sticking the digits into his mouth, cleaning them of your cum.
"always so sweet," he remarked, dragging his thumb across his lip, and bringing it to yours. instinctively, you began to suck on it, slowly letting the taste of your own arousal coats your tongue. you could feel his hard-on pressing into your thigh, the heat between your legs drawing him in ever closer. it was intoxicating. in all your relationship's timespan, you were never sure of the exact moment that you had started to like him at a different light, but you knew that it lay somewhere in the hours he spent buried in between your thighs as he ate you out like he had been starving for years.
"i wanna feel you," your voice was just above a whisper. interlacing your fingers, his hand much bigger than your own, his entire body appeared massive in the small slivers of light that were in the room. your hand wrapped around the base of his swollen erection, a string of curses escaping his lips as you ran your hands up and down the length, icy fingertips teasing at his prominent veins. shifting his weight and allowed your hands to guide him, lining up perfectly with your glistening slit as his head teased at the entrance a few times, positioning itself just mere centimeters from your cunt.
"i love you so much cheolâfuck." you moaned out as your fingers dug into his back.
with eyes locked onto each other, your mouth fell open as he bottomed out. it took you no time to adjust, but the shockwaves ripped through your body just the same as they always did when you were this sensitive for him. he knew that you didn't have long from the way your walls clenched around his dick. it took a few seconds of adjustment, but he nestled himself inside, lowering his head to whisper into your ear.
"i'm gonna move now, 'kay baby?"
you nodded, arms pulling him down to your chest more as his dick dragged itself against your walls. after a few soft, shallow thrusts, your nails bit into his shoulderâthe signal that he could go faster. his hips began to rock more evenly, building an even pace as the sounds of your walls began to fill the room. each kiss of his tip against your soft spot gave way to a familiar, lewd squishing noise coming from your delicate hole. your whines only urged him to go a step further, nails raking down his back so hard you were sure you had begun to draw blood. his body was marred with scars, but you knew that every scar on his back had been left there by you, an ever present reminder of the sleepless nights together you two shared.
"cheolâplease, please harder," you croaked. he was right where you needed him, but not giving in. he was such an tease.
"are you sure you want more?" his demeanor shifted as lust consumed him.
"i'm not gonna hold back, you know," he started.
"i missed fucking this cuntâfuckânot gonna slow down until you're shaking."
he started ramming into you even harder, each thrust jolting your body backward and further up the surface of the mattress. he was slipping, eyes beginning to lose their light even as they were still locked onto yours. you could feel his grip around your waist getting stronger, digging into you. the veins in his arms started to bulge, he was losing himself in the euphoric washes of your body. you were shaking already, clamping down on his thick cock erratically.
"not going to stop until you're so cock-drunk on me."
every dizzying motion of his hips had your blood rushing to every part of your body. the wall in your abdomen began to shatter as you could feel your own mind slip.
"cheolâit'sâi'mâbabyâi'm gonnaâ" you could barely manage getting the words out. he placed a thumb in your mouth again, giving you some semblance of comfort all the while egging you on.
curse him and his high endurance.
"go on, cum for me. cum for your cheol baby."
you yielded to him completely, body simply going limp, giving in to euphoria as your climax overwhelmed your frame. you couldn't stop yourself from letting go completely, gushing your own translucent slick over his own lower half, tilting him over the edge.
"fuck," he moaned out as he reached his own high. "here it comesâhere it fucking comes..."
he kissed you through it, groaning into your mouth with his cock throbbing inside you and painting your insides with thick, milky white.
"Gottaâfuckâstuff my pretty baby so full."
and that he did.
as his own comedown presented itself, he collapsed onto you. you watched his chest rise and fall for a few seconds, assuring yourself that he was still all the way there. his head lifted, eyes meeting your watchful gaze. they were bright, admirable, and warm.
"i love you," cheol murmured into your hairline, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he had pulled you to his chest to cuddle after chasing your highs. you squirmed a bit, repositioning yourself so that you could run your fingertips up and down his chest, tracing every curvature of his skin.
"i love you too," you cooed.
prying him off you for a second, you were about to stumble in the darkness toward the bathroom only to be pulled back into his chest with his own brute strength.
"i have to pee, cheol," you laughed as he caged you in his arms.
âlet me join you and get you cleaned up.â
âyou and i both know that wonât happen when your in there with me.â you chuckle as you melt into his arms.
âwell thenâŠround 2?â he smiled.
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you had woken up in a state of pure bliss with your body flush against cheolâs as his arm draped over your hip keeping you close to him.
it wasnât a dream. he was here. your cheol was here.
you traced over his features as he slept soundly. you couldnât help yourselfâhe looked beautiful under the light of the morning light. you could get used to this. he stirs in his sleep as you run your fingers through his blonde locks.
âgâmorning baby.â he greets voice deep and raspy from sleep.
âhi handsome.â you smile as he pulls you closer to him and pecks you on your forehead.
âi could get used to this.â
âhappy album release day baby.â you greet softly as you peppered his jaw with kisses.
âthank you, did you like my gift for you?â he asked as you pull away and slap his chest.
âyouâre so horny. canât we not associate everything with sex?â you tease as he raised a brow at you.
âbaby i was talking about the jersey and the album i had wonwoo sign for you.â he deadpanned as you beam in excitement.
âoh my god! i forgot about thatâwait right here.â you run out of the room as cheol laughs at you.
he felt so happy seeing you so happy but he wasnât that happy seeing you walk back into your room with just wonwooâs jersey on.
âi think this is my new favourite top. whatcha think baby?â you smile as you twirl around to show cheol wonwooâs name on the back of the jersey instead of his.
âmm looks good.â he answers curtly brows knitting together in annoyance.
âi know right! wonwooâs built is so much bugger than mine that this looks like a dress on me.â you played with the hem of the jersey as you hear cheol scoff in annoyance.
âtake it off baby.â he grumbles as you shake your head no.
ânu-uh, itâs really comfy.â
âbaby you have my exact same jersey. just wear mine.â he points towards his jersey as you shrug.
âbut wonwooâs my biasââ
ââand yet you werenât cumming all over his dick last night were you? come on baby just wear mine.â he butts in as you raise a brow at him.
âare you jealous mr. choi?â you tease your arms on your hips.
âme? jealous of your crush on wonwoo? no way.â he answers defensively.
âyou wonât mind me wearing this around then.â you sit at the edge of the bed turning you back on cheol as you scroll through your phone.
you felt him creep up behind you as the mattress dips from his weight. his hand snakes around your throat as your pulled back into his chest a smirk playing on your lips from how heâs acting.
âyouâre mine baby. so iâll give you two options: change and wear my jersey orâŠâ he tightens his grip on your neck as he whispers in your ear. âi fuck you so hard you wonât know anyone elseâs name but mine.â
âi think iâll keep the jersey on,â you bit your lip excitedly as you hear him chuckle from behind you.
âalways such a brat. well, buckle up baby. youâre in for such an eventful day.â
letâs just say you were so cock drunk from cheolâs dick that you couldnât walk straight for a couple hours needing his assistance throughout the day.
#seventeen#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen scenarios#choi seungcheol#seungcheol smut#scoups x reader#seventeen x reader#seventeenfanfic#seventeen smut#choi seungcheol smut#seventeen fanfic#seventeen seungcheol
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plzzzz theyâre really not slick đđ
and yeah i agree iâm like 90% sure it was filmed the 16th
OK i can officially confirm this couldnât have been filmed later than friday !!
i have the game and there was an event that ended on the 18th (as in last day was the 17th) that was still going when they showed them using the game
#lmao i think the only reason i even noticed anything was bc i was very invested in the event#bc i rlly wanted the dragon lol itâs like one of the best in the game#so i was like counting down until the event ended so i could get it (i was in first place LOL)#so naturally i noticed right away when they started playing and there was still a giant dragon in the center of the map#and the beehive looking one took its place in the center of the map when it disappeared#and the new event started the next day i think#and took the beehiveâs previous place#and the beehive oneâs last day should be today (the 19th/gone by the 20th)#(and theirs said it still had over 3 days left)#and going back and looking at more things on their screen#there are several places where it gives the times of events ending#and all of them are from 3 days ago LOL#bye why was that an essay lmfao#im so sry#anyway#piggate#dnp#dan and phil#dragon city
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Description: reader's parents kicked her out and she is struggling. The team is always there for her.
awfc x teen!reader Kim Little x teen!reader
*Homophobic parents, self worth issues, angst with a happy ending
Kim was the first to notice. Kim is always the first to notice if something is wrong, especially when it is something to do with her protégé.
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Y/n trudged onto the football field, her heart heavy with the weight of the previous night's events. Her parents' harsh words still echoed in her mind, each syllable a reminder of the home she no longer had. The field, usually a place of solace and escape, felt foreign and unwelcoming today. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to her like a second skin.
As the team gathered for their morning warm-up, Y/n forced a smile, hoping it would mask the turmoil inside. Her teammates chatted animatedly, their laughter ringing out in the crisp morning air. Y/n moved through her stretches mechanically, her mind elsewhere. She was grateful for the routine, something familiar to hold onto amidst the chaos.
Jonas blew the whistle, signaling the start of a new drill. This one involved quick footwork and passing accuracy, requiring each player to move swiftly between cones while maintaining control of the ball. Y/n took her position, determined to push through the haze of her thoughts. She moved with the group, her feet dancing around the cones, but her usual grace was missing. The ball slipped away from her, rolling out of bounds.
"Come on, Y/n! Keep your head in the game!" Jonas called out, his voice carrying across the field.
Y/n nodded, forcing herself to concentrate. She retrieved the ball, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. As she resumed the drill, she caught sight of Viv and Beth, her teammates and a couple, working together seamlessly. Their movements were in sync, a testament to their understanding of each other both on and off the field. Y/n felt a pang of envy mixed with admiration. The ease with which they expressed their love was something she had always longed for, yet it was the very thing that had driven a wedge between her and her family.
Nearby, Katie and Caitlin, another couple on the team, were laughing as they practiced passing the ball back and forth. Their joy was infectious, and Y/n couldn't help but smile despite herself. Yet, the sight also served as a stark reminder of her own situation. While her teammates were embraced for who they were, she had been shunned by her own family for loving women. The injustice of it all gnawed at her, threatening to overwhelm her composure.
Jonas called for a water break, and Y/n gratefully took the opportunity to catch her breath. She sat on the grass, sipping from her water bottle, trying to steady her racing heart. Kyra and Vic had both attempted to talk to the girl only to be met with annoyed mumbles and blank stares. Teyah got the same treatment when she tried.
Kim watched on with a frown on her face, Jen coming to check on what she was so worried about.
"Just look at her, it like every bit of light has been sucked out of her. I can't bear it." Kim sighed as she watched you zone out, kicking at the ground aimlessly.
"You know her better than anyone Kimmy, go talk to her after practice." Jen encourages before they are all called back onto the pitch.
Training didn't get any better for the remainder of the day. Poor passes, sloppy in possession and way off target when shooting. It just wasn't good enough and Y/n knew that. The words of her parents from the previous night going through her head with every failed attempt on goal, every time she lost possession by making a silly mistake.
All the girls saw it, they noticed how sloppy her play had become. A stark contrast to her normal 110% effort every time she trained. It worried them all. They all made an effort to try and boost her up with pats on the back and words of encouragement but they were met with silence and no improvement.
Training ended as the afternoon air came in. The girl made their way off the pitch and back into the locker room. Y/n lingered back as she watched them all converse. Beth & Viv walked hand in hand into the locker room in front of y/n. This made her chest pang, it was jealousy, it was longing, it was sadness.
All the girls chatted as they got changed and packed up their stuff whilst y/n sat in her cubby trying her best not to cry. She was approached by Leah who knelt down to her height in her cubby.
"You alright chick?" The blonde asked, her brows furrowed in worry.
Y/n looked up at Leah, putting a small smile on. "I'm alright, I slept really rough last night thats all, I'm sorry for not being at by best today Lee."
"Don't apologise y/n, we all have off days. Try and get some sleep so we can get our happy girl back yeah?" Leah patted the girls shoulder as she stood up to go home.
With Leah gone, y/n looked around the locker room spotting no one there, she let her guard down and broke. Tears streamed down her face as she replayed the harsh words of the night before. Her parents' anger and disappointment had cut deep, leaving her feeling raw and exposed. She hugged her knees to her chest, seeking comfort in the small, enclosed space she had created for herself.
What y/n didn't know was Kim hung around to talk to Jonas about something and had just reentered the change rooms as y/n was crying. Kim quickly made her way over to the small girl, wrapping her arms around her, pulling her close.
"Y/n?" Kim's voice was gentle, filled with concern. "What's going on sweetheart?"
Y/n quickly sat up, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "I'm fine, just tired." She tried so reason as her voice cracked and tears continued to well in her eyes.
Kim shook her head, squeezing her a little tighter. "You don't have to pretend with me. I can tell something's wrong. Do you want to talk about it?"
Y/n hesitated, the words lodged in her throat. But the kindness in Kim's eyes coaxed them out. "My parents... they kicked me out last night. I finally worked up the courage to come out. They don't love me anymore Kim." The last sentence broke her as she cried again.
Kim's heart ached at the vulnerability in Y/n's voice. She reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Y/n's back. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. That must be incredibly painful."
Y/n nodded, her tears flowing freely now. "I just don't understand why they can't accept me. Seeing everyone else so happy and accepted... it just makes it hurt more."
Kim nodded, understanding the depth of Y/n's pain. "You deserve to be loved and accepted for who you are. And you are, Y/n. By all of us."
Y/n looked up, her eyes searching Kim's face for reassurance. "But where do I go now? I don't have anywhere else, I'm 17 I just want my parents."
Kim's expression softened further, her resolve clear. "You can stay with me, as long as you need. You're not alone. The team loves you and I love you. You are so incredibly brave and strong."
The offer hung in the air, a lifeline extended in Y/n's darkest moment. Gratitude surged through her, mingling with the sadness. "Thank you, Kim. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Kim smiled, her own eyes misty with emotion. "We're a team, Y/n. We look out for each other. Arsenal is a family. You're part of our family."
Y/n leaned into Kim's side, drawing comfort from the warmth and solidarity. The locker room, once a place of routine, had become a sanctuaryâa space where she could be herself without fear of judgment.
"You're so strong, Y/n," Kim continued, her voice steady. "And we'll get through this together. You've got a whole team behind you, ready to support you every step of the way."
#arsenal#arsenal wfc#arsenal women#woso x reader#woso one shot#woso fanfics#woso#kim little#jen beattie#leah williamson#kyra cooney cross#arsenal wfc x reader
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All Bark and No Bite 12
Masterlist /Series masterlist
Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8
ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe
Previous - Next
Chapter Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), grinding, kissing, cursing, crying, fluff, angst, drinking, drunk confessions, suggestive.
WC:8.4k
Chan was right when he thought you would need a lot of aftercare. After the events in the shower he carried you to bed and cuddled you for hours, kissing you and saying how heâs sorry he had to do it. He never apologized for the punishment but he only said that he was sorry it was necessary. The only time he left you last night was to go grab you a plate of dinner that you ate in bed. As far as you knew anyways.Â
In reality the alpha had waited until you fell asleep then he went and served the punishment news to Felix, who did not take it well. There was a lot of sobbing and pleading but the outcome remained. The beta could not speak to you or touch you in any way until Chan deemed it ok. Felix cried all night but knew he should have followed one of his alphas only rules regarding their omega.
You woke up that next morning feeling uncomfortably sore between your legs. You didnât feel Chan in bed with you but you did suddenly hear the water running in his bathroom. For a moment you didnât move, just laying there breathing in your alphas pure scent.Â
Chan came walking out of his bathroom in just his boxers, noticing your open eyes. His eyes crinkled as he gave you a boyish grin and came to sit on the side of the bed closest to you.Â
âMorning my love.â he leaned down to kiss your forehead. âIâm running a bath for you. I figured you're probably hurting a little bit, huh?âÂ
You grumbled out a âyeahâ and lifted your arms weakly for him to grab you. The alpha laughed lightly and scooped you in his arms, where he brought you to the bathroom. You could tell it was very early, the sun's rays not even quite peeking over the trees you could see from the window. âWhaâ time is it Channie?â you tiredly asked as he lowered your body into the warmth of his massive bathtub. It smelled like he added some epson salts and essential oils into the water.Â
âHmm about 6:00 am, maybe 6:15ish. There's a few things that need to be done before we leave and the drive to our usual camping spot is about an hour and a half.â He stripped himself and lowered himself to sit behind you.Â
âToooo earlyâ you whined, head laying against his chest as he massages your shoulders. When his hands traveled down further, now getting the knots in your back you let out a sigh. If you had to wake up early, this wasnât a terrible way to do so.Â
By 7 you were out of the bath and getting some clothes together to take camping. You had decided to wear a pink boho floral dress that went down to your knees with your new swimsuit underneath. You grabbed a few change of clothes, some sweat pants and a hoodie in case you get cold.Â
Chan could tell how excited you were for the lake when you came bounding back into his room with your stuff, skipping and grinning ear to ear.Â
âWhatâs got you all skippy, baby?â He put your stuff in his duffle bag along with his own clothes.Â
âOh I donât knooooow,â you drawled,wrapping him in your arms, âmaybe just that we get to go swimming and camping today!âÂ
The alpha laughed and gave you a wet kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal and release him. âCan you even swim, baby? You said youâve only been in the pool.âÂ
âWell, I mean..â you felt your face heat up. âI think I could swim just fine. My feet didnât touch the bottom of the pool so I had to swim!âÂ
He patted your head patronizingly and cooed at you while still laughing âIâm sure you do your best, my love. Donât worry though, your alpha will keep you from drowning.âÂ
You huffed and narrowed your eyes at him, poking his chest â I can handle myself, Iâm not a child and I won't drown!â You turned on your heels and stomped out of his room, the man cackling behind you even louder as you left.Â
Down in the living room is where you found Minho and Seungmin.The front door was wide open and you could hear shuffling and moving outside. The older beta was going down the list and Seungmin was reassuring him that you all had everything. Well almost.Â
Seungmin was the first to notice you, and he met you at the threshold of the living room with a smirk, âHey, Baby.â He pulled you in for a swift kiss, and you giggled returning it.Â
Minhosâ attention was now caught, his focus on Seungmin and how he acted with you. Since Min caught the younger beta groping you the other day heâs been paying more attention to the younger's actions.Â
Seungmins hands pinched your thighs cheekily as he pulled away from you, âCute dress.â He laughed as you smacked his hands away.Â
âThanks, jerk.â he dodged as you tried to pinch him back. You opted for sticking your tongue at him. âGood morning Min.âÂ
His eyes remained watching you even when he had been caught observing, âMorning, omega. Do you have everything ready to be put in the car?âÂ
âChannie has my clothes in his bag he is filling right now.â You nodded while answering. â Is there anything I can do to help?âÂ
Minho sighed and ran his hand through his hair, âNo I donât think so. Maybe when changbin gets back you can help fill the coolers but other than that everything is about done. Innie is outside putting everyone's stuff in the carsâÂ
âWhere did Changbin go?â you asked as you heard Chan starting to come down the stairs with your combined bag.Â
âHe went to the diner to pick up our food order and then to the store for more beer. He should be back in like an hour.â Min shrugged.Â
âMore beer?! As if the two cases I saw you loading yesterday weren't enough!â You rolled your eyes.Â
âThese boys love camping.â Chan answered as he passed you to take your bags outside. âMore specifically they love to get unruly while camping.âÂ
âNo better place than in the great outdoors with your best friends, a campfire and a pretty girl.â Minho winked while Seungmin fake gagged. âWe also got some fruity drinks for you, baby. And Ji.âÂ
You beamed at that âReally? Thanks! How did you know I donât drink beer?âÂ
âYou donât really seem the type, baby.â Sungmin smirked at your huff.Â
Minho rolled his eyes âAnyways, when Changbin gets home we will be ready then we can leave.â
Changbin had already hit the liquor store and the pharmacy, for your birth control prescription (at Chans request), now he was waiting at the diner for everything to be ready for him to take. He was sitting at the counter playing on his phone. The restaurant wasnât busy, only a couple other patrons sat around in booths sipping coffee. What did catch his eye was the unfamiliar man sat a few seats down.Â
The guy was young, maybe Changbins age. This town didnât get many visitors, so it was a little odd to see him there. From what Changbin could tell the guy was a beta, a mated one since he had a mating mark on his neck.Â
The beta must have felt Changbins analyzing stare, because he turned his head to meet the alphas' analyzing look. He lifted his hand with a grin and gave a little wave, âHi.âÂ
Changbin was self-conscious about being caught staring, giving back a mild look of panic and a timid wave, âUhh hey.â The alpha moved over a few seats until he was sat next to the beta. âSorry, I wasnât trying to be rude. I just donât recognize you, is all.â
âHa yeah, Iâm not from this area. Iâm here to help my uncle with selling his estate.â He held out his hand for Bin to shake. âIâll be around for a few weeks. My name is Wooyoung.âÂ
âWhere the fuck is Changbin? We need to get going!â Minho was clearly stressed out, pacing the driveway. To be fair, it was nearing 9am. You were sitting out on the porch on the outdoor sofa, watching the beta in his plight. Of course you wished to make it better, but unfortunately it was out of your hands. Slowly the rest of the pack shuffled out of the house, all ready to depart for the short vacation.Â
Hyunjin surprised you when he plopped down next to you with a deep sigh. He leaned his head on your shoulder and grabbed your hand in his. âHey angel.âÂ
âHi Jinnie, are you ok?â You lifted his hand and placed a kiss on the back.Â
He gave you a tired smile, squeezing your hand. âYeah, just exhausted. I didnât get a lot of sleep last night.âÂ
You let him lean on you as he rested his eyes. âWhy not?â
âFelix was a wreck last night. Crying for hours after Hyung scolded him. He needed me, so I stayed up with him.â Hyunjin sighed again, remembering just how distraught the younger beta had been all night.Â
You froze, dread and devastation filling your heart. You hadnât even realized Chan had said anything to Felix yet. He hadnât made an appearance yet, so you had no idea how he was holding up. To be completely honest, you had forgotten about the punishment dished out by your alpha. You were having such a good day so far, it slipped your mind.Â
Hyunjin could feel you tense up at the mention of Felix, he opened his eyes to see unshed tears in yours, and the sour scent of your sudden mood change filled his nose. âOh sweet girl, come âer.â He embraced you in a comforting hold.Â
âItâs all my fault, Jin.â You cried, burying your face in the boy's shirt.Â
Your crying had caught the attention of Chan who was on the other side of the driveway chatting with Seungmin and Jeongin. He just watched from afar, not interfering with the comfort you were receiving from the beta.
âItâs not -âÂ
âYes it is! I let him do it, I knew we shouldnât have but I did it anyway. Heâs never going to forgive me.âÂ
âFelix has nothing to forgive. He disobeyed a direct order from his alpha. He understands why and accepts it.â Hyunjin was stern yet soft with his words. The beta had sympathy for the younger but wouldnât defend the actions. He listened the first time.Â
âWill Chan forgive me, though?â You asked, trying to stop crying. The hiccups were relentless.Â
Hyunjin found the alpha in question eyes, finding no malice or any negativity, just curiosity. âI would say you donât have to worry about that, baby. Channie may get his panties in a twist when he feels like he has to go into âmean alpha modeâ but he gets over it quickly. He loves you, he forgives easily.â He pet your hair.Â
âFINALLY!â You jolted out of Hyunjins hold when Jisung yelled from his place on top of his car. Ji was pointing at Changbins car coming down the path.Â
Changbin stopped the car and popped his head out the open window, âDelivery!âÂ
âAnd where have you been?! We should have left by 8:30!â Minho stomped over to Changbin.Â
âWell I met this guy at the diner and-âÂ
âIt doesnât matter, we gotta go.â Minho interrupted, âLETS GO GUYS!â He screamed it so everyone could hear.Â
Hyunjin pulled you in for a sweet kiss, wiping your eyes as he did so. âItâll all be ok, love. I promise.â You nodded at his words. He stood up and grabbed your hand for you to stand also. âLet's get loaded and get going.â
You both walked over to the truck Chan was waiting for you at, âReady to go Omega?â you nodded.Â
At this moment is when Felix walked out of the house. His eyes subconsciously searched for you where he saw you standing with Chan. You could see the redness in his face and his puffy eyes. He really had been crying all night. âFelixâŠâÂ
You took a step towards him instinctively, wanting to comfort him but your alphas arm shot out and kept you from moving closer âOmega. Get in the car.â He kept his hard eyes on you, willing you to obey.Â
Felix saw this happen and ducked his head, beelining for Changbins car. He only sent Hyunjin one pleading look before ducking inside the vehicle. Felix respects Chan too much to disobey him again, even though he badly wanted too.
As much as you wanted to go to Felix you knew you couldnât. With a look of defeat you climbed into the truck sitting in the middle seat. Hyunjin poked his head in and gave you a sorry smile, âAs much as I want to be here with you, baby, I gotta go to Felix.â
âI understand, Hyun, itâs ok. Iâll see you when we get there.â You gave him a tight smile in return, scooting to the passenger seat, clicking in your seatbelt.
âSee you soon. Love you.â He poked in to give you one last kiss before he walked to the other car.Â
Chan got in the driver's seat and started the truck, â Are you ready, my love?â He was giving you that charming smile that you love.Â
You figured there was no sense on dwelling on it so you smiled back at him, âyeah mâ ready Channie.âÂ
The drive to their usual campground was surprisingly pleasant, albeit the emotions in the car were a little heavy. Though you liked all the passing trees as you went even further into the forest. Chan let you pick the music in the car and he told you stories about the last few camping trips. From what he told you, the boys did a trip a few times a year, when the weather was warm enough.Â
You didnât contribute much to the conversation, a little stuck in your head about the excitement of seeing a large body of water. Chan could feel your conflicting emotions, and could almost see them swirling inside of you. He only wanted you to have a good time so he decided to make a little adjustment.Â
âBaby.â he started, casually when you were about 10 minutes from your destination.. You hummed in recognition. âI think I may have been a tad harsh, especially since weâre all going to try and have a good weekend.âÂ
âHarsh?â you were confused by his total subject change.Â
âIâve done some reflecting, and Iâve decided you and Felix should still be able to at least speak to each other.â He shrugged, never taking his eyes off the road.
You let out an incredulous gasp, âAre you being for real?! I can talk to him?!â Your eyes looked hopeful as you stared at the alpha.Â
âYes, I realize that it's impractical that two pack members canât so much as speak to each other.â He let his eyes travel to you for only a second, to your beaming face. Chan put one hand on your thigh, just resting it there. âRemember, talking is the only thing I am allowing.â
âYou got it, absolutely.â You were nodding rapidly, gripping his hand. âThank you Alpha!â You were squealing with joy at the simplest of permissions, forgetting this was still a punishment and not a reward. As intended.Â
âYouâre welcome, omega. I love you.â He said cheekily, giving you another sly side look.Â
âI love you Channie!âÂ
Now you feel more jazzed. More ready and less in your feelings. The last few minutes of the drive was less heavy, and before you realized it you were pulling into a clearing behind the other two cars you were following. Â
You peaked your head out of the window, searching for any sign of water. âWhere's the lake?â
Chan opened his door, and got out to come around the other side to open your door, âItâs a few meters through the trees in front of us.â he put his hand out for you to take, âwe canât set up camp to close or we risk getting water boarded.âÂ
Everyone started getting out of their cars, scoping out the area. Immediately the boys got to work setting up camp. You saw Felix get out of Changbins car and went to go over to him but Chan stopped you, âWait a minute, baby. Let me talk to him real quick.â He shooed you to help the boys unload the truck, then walked over to the younger boy who was standing with Minho and put his hand on his shoulder.Â
You werenât able to hear what was being said, and couldnât read Chan's lips since his back was to you, but you could see a little bit of the light return to the younger betas eyes and a light grin grace his lips. Felix appeared to nod in agreement then his eyes found yours, immediately seeking you out. You raised your hand to wave at him shyly, and he returned the wave.Â
âYou can take this if you want, baby.â Seungmin brought your attention back to the task at hand, handing you an arm full of blankets. He pointed to where you could leave them, and the pack set up camp.Â
Camp was coming along nicely, tents being set up and drinks already being distributed. When you were putting your and Chan's bag by one of the tents Felix came up to you. âLix!â You almost went to hug him but remembered you couldnât. âI miss you.â you smiled the best you can.Â
âI miss you too, baby.â He grimaced then tried to smile back. âItâs just temporary. We can cuddle again soon enough. I promise.â
 You nodded. âI love you.â
âI love you too. More than you know.â You felt your skin heat up at his words. He noticed things were almost done. âAre you ready for lake time?âÂ
âYeah!â You gave an enthusiastically loud response, then looked down trying not to come off so eager, âI mean, yeah sure.âÂ
âHA! You couldnât be aloof even if you tried, Omega.â Minho's teasing startled you and you jumped a little, turning to glare at him.Â
Min put an arm around your shoulder as you responded, âHow would you know? Maybe I just hide it really well.â You didnât miss the way Minho looked at Felix when the older beta touched you, a smirk on his face. âAnd donât be a jerk!â You shrugged his arm off.Â
âYeah leave Lixie alone, hyung!â Jisung hopped on Felix from behind. âHeâs being punished enough.â
âThanks Sung.â Felix deadpans, looking over it.Â
Minho put his hands up in surrender, âOk ok I was just teasing you,â Then his smirk grew almost evil as his arms suddenly shot out and grabbed you. You squealed loudly as he threw you over his shoulder, your fists coming down on his back in protest. âOw donât hit me! Iâll drop your ass!âÂ
âNo! Donât drop me, just put me down, you crazy! Arenât you still setting up camp?â
âWeâre done, it's play time now. I thought you wanted to go to the lake? Iâm just taking you there.â He walked down the dirt path Chan had pointed out to you earlier.Â
âAHH no no no no Minho please donât toss me in!â You couldn't see the water but you were starting to hear it now as he kept walking closer âMin I can't swim very well!âÂ
He stopped near the edge of the water and lightly put you down on the ground. âI wasnât going to toss you in, omega. Youâre fine.âÂ
You let out a sigh of relief and finally was able to look out at the body of water. It was beautiful. Very picturesque, almost like a painting, with the mountains in the background reflecting on the shimmering water. The sun was almost at its highest point in the sky and suddenly being next to the water you really felt the heat. Â
âWhat do you think, baby?â Hyunjin said from behind you, turning to see the rest of the pack coming down the trail. Hyunjin had a few towels and a folding beach chair. He didnât have a shirt on anymore, his bare torso on display. âBeautiful huh?âÂ
âYeahâ you oogled him, âbeautiful.â He just laughed and kissed you as he passed.Â
Chan set you up a chair next to his, under a sun shade. Everyone picked their spots to set their stuff and then it was unleashing a pack of wild dogs. Most of them ripped off their shirts and sprinted towards the water, laughing and pushing each other.Â
It was like a scene from a movie, all these beautiful half naked men, splashing each other and being idiots yet still somehow managing to look perfect.Â
Your alpha was one of the few who hadnât immediately jumped in the lake. He had his own shirt off as well, as he got out some sunscreen. â Want me to get your back, my love? You need to be coated before getting in the sun.âÂ
âYes please.â You tentatively pulled your dress over your head, revealing the swim suit you had picked out the day before. The action caught every male's attention,( most of them eyeing you anyways waiting for the reveal) all of them unable to take their eyes off your body. They could see all the bites and bruises left on your body from the last few days, courtesy of Hyunjin, Felix and -mostly- Chan. Thankfully, you didnât notice the boys in the water stopping to watch you, or you would have been too self conscious and put your dress back on.Â
Jeongin turned to Jisung and Felix who were in the water with him, âYou guys help her pick that out?âÂ
âYeah.â âUh huhâÂ
The youngest boy gulped, âthank you for your service.â and saluted them.Â
âYouâre so dumb.â Seungmin tried to push the alpha under the water and thus the play fighting resumed.Â
It was about an hour later, you were still sitting on the beach though now laying on a towel sunbathing, facing the water so you could still watch the boys all have fun. Now it was just you and Minho left not in the water, the beta still keeping his shirt on also. He had brought you a lemonade a few minutes ago now he was sitting on his own towel a few feet away with a book. You had asked him why heâs not in there with everyone else, and he told you with a grimace he âwasnât much of a swimmerâ. It was a comfortable silence for both of you now as you laid in the sun.
Changbin was exiting the water and coming up to the cooler, grabbing a bottle of water and coming to stand next to you. âArenât you comin in, babes?â He asked you after taking a drink.Â
Seeing Changbin shirtless and dripping wet was an ethereal sight. His body was like a well oiled machine, and it was very apparent just how hard he worked on it. You almost had to wipe the drool from your mouth. âUhâ you looked at the water then back to him, trying to pretend you hadnât just been gawking at him. âIâm thinkin about it.âÂ
The alpha smirked, noticing your roaming eyes. âAre you nervous?â You gave him a timid nod, not hiding it from him. âCome on, I can hold on to you the whole time.â He held his hand out for you to take.Â
You felt a little unsure, âdo you promise?â you held your pinky out for him to swear.Â
He looped his with yours, âpromise.â you let him help you up. âI wonât let you drown, baby.âÂ
Changbin led you to the water, him stepping in first then gently guiding you in with him. The cool water felt good on your heated skin, a sigh of content escaping you as he brought you slowly into the lake.Â
The group was a few meters out, the water up to their chests. When you got closer to them you clung to Changbin, the depth getting to your nerves. He let you wrap your legs around him as he carried you and giggled at you.Â
âLook who decided to join us.â Seungmin splashed you, causing you to shriek. âI can hold you if you want, baby.â He had an evil glint in his eye, making grabby hands at you.Â
âNo way! Youâll probably try to drown me!â You clung harder onto Changbin.Â
âI wouldnât let him drown you, my love.â Chan swam up, splashing Seungmin.Â
âNot if I drown you first!â The beta tried to shove Chan under the water and the alpha retaliated and pushed him away with a laugh, clearly not threatened.Â
Changbin started waddling away, âLets get the fuck outta this nonsense before Seungmin really does drown Channie and I have to step in. I donât wanna be liable for that.âÂ
You couldnât help but wonder what would happen if something happened to your mate? Would Changbin take over as next head of the pack since he's the second oldest alpha? Something tells you Minho especially would not blindly follow behind a younger male. God forbid anything ever happen to your alpha, the thought alone gave you a deep pain in your chest.Â
âStop being so fucking negative all the time. Nothing is ever going to happen to Chan.â You mentally chastised yourself, shaking your head to dispel the corruptive thoughts.Â
 Felix, Hyunjin and Jeongin were a little further out, and you thought Changbin was taking you over to that group but instead he shuffled to the left and went over to a cluster of boulders that were sticking out of the water.Â
âWhere we goin, Binnie?â you asked, still holding tight. The rest of the pack were getting further from as he went but still in sight.Â
âJust wanted you to myself for a little while, sweet thing.âÂ
âAww.â You pinched his cheek, âyouâre the sweet one, Binnie. Carrying me around.â Â
He giggled, âIâm just protecting my omega, from every threat even waist deep water.â You could feel your heart swell at his sentiment, knowing he was being completely honest. He set you on a rock that was low enough for you to climb on, then climbed up to sit next to you.
âYour omega, huh?â You tried for a teasing tone but the crack in your voice betrayed you.Â
Bin scratched the back of his neck and looked away with a deep red on his face. He cleared this throat, âuh well, the pack omega.âÂ
You scooted closer to him, so your thighs were touching, âthat means youâre right, Iâm yours too Binnie.â He made a choked sound, and cleared his throat again. There was a sudden confidence you werenât familiar with coursing through you, it made you bold enough to make a move on him. âBinnie..â you set your hand on his thigh. Even though he had just come out of the cool water, his skin was burning hot under your touch.
âUh, yeah, baby?â he could feel his dick twitch at the simplest of touches from you.Â
âIâm just really grateful to have you and I care about you a lot.â you leaned closer but he just groaned and let his head fall.Â
âFuck baby, you canât just say things like that.âÂ
âWhy not? Itâs true. You said it yourself, your omega.âÂ
He let out a growl mixed with a groan, he lifted his head and his hungry gaze met yours. â Better be careful, or Iâm gonna fall in love with you.â He reached his hand out to cup your cheek.
Now your face was the one heating up, âWould that be such a bad thing?â it came out like a whisper as you leaned even closer. Changbin now was tilting his head closer to you, his eyes falling to your lips.Â
âToo late.â He closed the gap between you and your lips met. Changbins lips were incredibly soft. He hadnât been forceful like you thought he would be as an alpha, instead he pressed your mouths together with a gentleness you hadnât expected. Almost as if he was scared to break you.Â
You were the one to press closer to him, opening your lips slightly to encourage him to take it further. He took the hint, letting his hand grip your face a little tighter and his tongue enter your mouth. Changbin tasted woodsy, almost similar to Chan but Changbin was more smokey. It complimented his musky scent, both corresponding to make your head spin.Â
There was a faint âwhoop whoopâ heard that startled you both, causing you to pull away from him. Back on the beach Jisung and Minho were making kissy faces and hollering at you and Bin.Â
âGrow up!â Changbin called to them, flipping them off while they laughed. You were about to flip them off too but then your eyes zeroed in on Felix sitting in the sand behind them, a drink in his hand, and the most pained expression on his face as he watched you and Changbin. It made your heart ache.Â
âHey Binnie?â you asked tentatively.Â
âHuh? Yeah baby?â He turned to you , bringing his hands back down.Â
âUmm,â you twiddle your fingers a bit, â can we maybe go back to camp for a while?âÂ
He followed your gaze to see the young beta looking forlorn, âyeah baby, we can.â He hopped off the rock into the water, and lifted his arms to grab you again. You scooted down enough to let him take you in his hold once more, and the alpha carried you to shore. âItâs probably after noon by now, if you're getting hungry can we go get some lunch from camp?â He suggested.Â
You nodded, âThat sounds great.â He set you down only when his feet touched the shore. Together you walked up the beach to grab your towels. The three betas were still chilling there under the sunshade, Minho cooing at you both when you approached and Jisung continuing his kissy faces. âAlright calm down you children.â you laughed pushing Ji away as he pinched your cheek after handing you your towel.Â
âYou guys are jealous itâs not you getting precious omega smooches.â Changbin huffed.Â
âWell, one of us especially is,â Minho let his eyes flitter over to Felix with a devilish smirk. The youngest beta still hadnât said anything yet, just keeping his gaze ahead at the water.Â
âYou really are an asshole sometimes, hyung.â Changbin rolled his eyes.
âYeah Min, sometimes you act more alpha than Changbin!â Jisung said with a cackle.Â
âNow youâre the asshole Han! We were gonna bring back food now I ainât bringing you shit!â Changbin grabbed your hand and pulled you up towards the trail to the campsite.Â
âNoooo Binnie please bring me a sandwich!â Jisung whined with a pout.
âStarve!âÂ
Hand in hand you walked up the small trail. The campsite was very close, just unseeable through the trees, undetectable. When the camp was in sight you paused your footsteps, that boldness returning to you now that the prying eyes were gone.Â
âYou alright, babes?â Bin asked, noticing your stopped movements, âArenât you hungry?âÂ
âYeah, I am. But not for food.â âWhat the fuck did I really just say that?!â Whatever, you said it so now you gotta act on it. You lightly pushed on his chest until his back hit the nearest tree.Â
âHuh-â you cut him off by pressing your lips against his .He wrapped you in his arms, pressing your body closer to his. This time he wasted no time in shoving his tongue against yours, his battling for dominance- though you didnât put up much of a fight.
âMmmâ You hummed when he slotted his thigh between your legs, the strong appendage creating some friction on your clothed pussy. As much as you wanted him, you were still too sore to even attempt another alpha inside you. No, right now you just wanted to show him how much you appreciate him for always being so sweet to you. âMm Bin, hold on.â you mumbled as he started peppering kisses to your neck.Â
âHm?â He couldnât stop, the feel of your soft skin under his lips was addictive. He wanted to run his lips and tongue along every square inch of your body, to taste every drop of nectar you provided. The alpha knew you must be so, so sweet.Â
âBinnie,â You laid your hands on his chest and gently pushed yourself off of him, his lips chased after you causing you to giggle. âI wanna try something.âÂ
âYou can do whatever you want, baby. Iâll give you anything you desire.â He meant it wholeheartedly.Â
You still had your towel around you so you let it fall to the forest floor below you, and keeping eye contact with him you slowly sunk to your knees onto the towel. âAnything?â You were trying so damn hard to keep your nerves in check. You let your hands find his thick thighs, massaging them as you observed his dick growing in his shorts.Â
âAnything.â He reiterated with a gulp. Changbin couldnât take his eyes off your sultry gaze, awaiting your next move. He could tell you were doing your best to keep up a sexy facade and if he was being honest it was totally doing it for him. Anything you do does it for him, really. Blood was rushing further into his cock no matter what you did.
You took a deep breath as you let your fingers trail up his thighs and up to the waistband of his swim trunks. You tried to slow your racing heart as you looped your pointer fingers under the hem. You steeled your nerves and tugged down the still damp fabric down to his knees.Â
Holy shit
Changbins cock was huge. Thick. Maybe not as long as Chans but Changbin made up for it in girth. âThese alphas are gonna kill me one day.âÂ
His tip already had a slow bead of precum coming from it as it stood straight up awaiting your attention.Â
Your mouth was working quicker than your brain. âI donât think thatâs gonna fit in my mouth.âÂ
You both paused for a second, looking at each other like you both couldnât believe you said it, before both of you burst into a sputtering laughter. His jolting was causing his dick to jump and slap against his stomach, the sight of it in your face was making you laugh harder and in return Changbin did too. It took a full minute to get out the giggles out of both of your systems.
âIf itâs too big for you baby, you donât have to. I know you may not be able to handle it.â Bin said, catching his breath. He wasnât being facetious but you still narrowed your eyes at the unspoken challenge.Â
You tentatively reached out and took a firm grasp of his member. You could barely wrap your hand around it. The alpha immediately let out a pained groan, throwing his head back against the bark of the tree. Even the smallest of touches from you was overwhelming.Â
You sat up further on your knees as you let your hand stroke over him, trying to find a rhythm. You had never come face to face with the phallic appendage like you were now, and now that you were down here with it in your hand you were starting to get more and more intimidated.Â
With a final deep breath you leaned your face closer and placed a gentle kiss on the head. He let out a whimper at the contact of your soft lips. His little sound was encouragement for you to go further. You slowly parted your lips and slid his tip into your mouth, his precum tantalizing your tastebuds. You let out a low hum at the salty taste.Â
Changbin kept his hands at his sides, letting you go at your own pace, but fuck was it so hard. His instincts were fighting against each other. His dominant alpha side wants to just claim your mouth and make you choke on it, the other part of him wanting to coo at you and take care of your needs instead. He should have known this was taking care of your needs. You were growing to love the feel of him in your mouth.
He couldnât help but put his hands on your head when you attempted to take him further into your wet mouth. His girth was a stretch but you were determined. You had seen how it was supposed to be done, you may have been inexperienced but you had still seen porn before.Â
You eased him as far back into your mouth as he could go, activating your gag reflex as you choked on him.Â
âFUCK baby! Careful, you're gonna make me blow my load if you keep doing that.â He moaned out when he felt your throat constricting around him. Your mouth was so wet and hot, he could almost imagine your pussy being the same.
You slowly bobbed your head on him, letting out little hums of satisfaction when the alpha began moaning and panting. He kept his hands stationary on the back of your head, but he almost lost it when you looked up at him through your lashes with glossy eyes, and drools started to leak out of the sides of your mouth around him.Â
âOh my fucking god, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.â He wanted to cry when you hollowed your cheeks and a gurgle came from you with all of the saliva that was accumulating. âGod damn how are you so good at this? Nughh wanna live inside your mouth.â
You giggled around him and his hands responded by gripping your hair, causing you to groan. He couldnât help but lightly guide your head as you sucked on him. You only wanted to please him so you let him do as he wished, you were getting what you wanted either way.Â
Rambling seemed to be a theme with these boys as Changbin started to spew all his thoughts and feelings out for you while you sucked him off. â F-fuck your so perfect. Wanna give you everything, wanna take care of you âmega.â you let out a whimper of your own. âYou wanâ thaâ baby? You wanâ Binnie to take care of you forever? Mmmm yeah I know you do. Thatâs all I want, omega, all I need. Wanna love on you and build you a big house and- and- fuck- wanna show you what a good alpha I can be.âÂ
Tears gathered on your lash line; either from his endearing sentiment or this thick cock bullying the back of your throat you didn't know. All you did know was how bad you wanted him to cum for you. With all the sweet talking he was doing he deserved it. Your hand found the base of his shaft that you couldnât fit and you began to stroke him, trying to match movements with your mouth.Â
âOh my god im gonna cum, baby your gonna make me fucking cum.â His hips drilled just a little harder as he chased his high. â mmm you want me to cum in your pretty little mouth? Wanâ your alpha to feed you his seed baby? Nnnuuhgg donât worry mâ gonna give it to you, Alpha is gonna give it all to his omega.â He pushed you onto him one last time causing you to choke and that was the last push he needed, letting go and a flood of his essence filled your mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as curses and moans came cascading out of him. The thick knot on the base was inflated fully as he came, luckily your mouth couldnât reach that far on him.
His load was enough that it was spilling out the sides of your lips, even as you swallowed all you could. You didnât mind the taste of it, but the feeling was definitely going to take some getting used too. You let him catch his breath and you removed his now softening member from your mouth.Â
Bin looked down at you with blown out pupils to the hottest thing he had ever seen; you on your knees with teary eyes, lips puffy and red coated in saliva and semen. Fuck he wished he had his phone on him to take a picture. Heâd make it his home screen.Â
âDamn babyâŠâ He puffed out, petting the back of your head affectionately. âYou sure youâre not some kind of secret porn star? Cuz that canât have been the first time youâve done that.âÂ
It took roughly five more minutes after getting off Changbin that a search party came looking for the two of you. Jisung was worried you had been eaten by a bear. At the sight of you both, changbin looking fucked out and you with puffy lips, Seungmin had retorted with âwell something definitely got eatenâ. Because of course he did. Slowly everyone started to trickle back to the campsite, all hungry and most sunburned.Â
Night came quickly and by then the fire was lit and roasting hotdogs âso clicheâ while everyone had a beer in hand; or maybe two or three (5 +). Everyone was feeling good and laughing. You had even had a few drinks of your own, the alcohol making you incredibly tipsy and feeling relaxed. Chan was keeping an eye on how much you were consuming but overall was letting you let loose. At least you had changed into your sweats and hoodie so the mosquitos wouldnât get you before you started drinking.
You hadnât drinken in a while - the last time being a few months ago at your old best friend's house and that was mostly a glass of wine while you watched the oscars- so it had you feeling giggly and light.Â
Everyone was kind of doing their own shenanigans. Jisung and Changbin were having a drunken rap battle, neither of them coming up with anything intellectual or even coherent. Hyunjin and Felix were having a heated discussion about the importance of proper hair care. Minho was slurring through an explanation of how to cook the perfect hotdog to an equally as drunk Jeongin. Then there was Chan who was strumming a guitar as Seungmin tugged you up from your spot next to the alpha to dance with him.Â
âI canât dance!â You tried to resist but your grin gave you away. Seungmin scoffed and yanked you up anyways.Â
âLike I care if you can, the fact is you will.â He grabbed both your hands and spun you around, then pulled you closer to give you a light kiss. The kindest touch heâs given you yet. He then grabbed you like he was trying to waltz with you, both of you not knowing the correct moves and just stepping all over each other. You were honestly having a great time, until Seungmin being himself couldnât resist ruining the mood. âYou know heâs only making an example out of Felix, right?âÂ
You were caught in a whirlwind at his sudden declaration, âhuh? What the fuck does that mean?â you tried to pull away but he kept hold of you, giving you his predacious smirk.Â
âChan.â He said it like it was obvious, âHeâs using Felixâs fuck up to not only teach him a lesson but teach all of us a lesson. Itâs really not cute of him.â He wouldnât have ever brought it up if he wasn't inebriated, but when the beta had alcohol in him he became even more unsufferable.Â
âWhatâs really not cute is that you're saying this right now, Seungmin.â You rolled your eyes at him.Â
âNo but you know what is cute? I mean other than you.â He spun you again so you would be facing Jeongin. âOur poor Innie hasnât been able to take his eyes off of you since we started dancing. Isnât that cute? I think he has a crush on you.âÂ
You locked eyes with the mentioned Alpha and he looked away quickly, as if he was ashamed at being caught staring. He did that quite a lot. Stared at you in awe hoping you wouldnât notice. He also avoided being around you just as often. In your drunken state you were starting to grow self conscious at the reason.Â
âI donât think he likes me very much, Minnie.â You mumbled, looking back at the beta who had you in his arms.Â
âAre you joking?â He snickered, âOh I think he likes you way more than you know.â He let go of you and gave your butt a harsh smack in the direction of the seated younger male. âWhy donât you go ask him and see for yourself, huh? Give us some entertainment.âÂ
You huffed, âMaybe I will ask him. But not for you, for me!â you marched over to Jeongin with intent as Seungmin cackled watching you go.
Jeongin had been avoiding your eyes so he hadnât noticed you were coming to him until you plopped yourself down in his lap. He gasped as you seated yourself on him, eyes wide with surprise and his body freezing in place.Â
âHi Innie.âÂ
âUhhhâ He was at a loss for words, his brain failing to work the second you touched him.Â
âCan I ask you a question?â The alcohol you had consumed was making you feel emboldened. Tomorrow when you're sober you will be humiliated. Oh well it will be worth it to get to the bottom of his avoidance.Â
Jeongin cleared his throat, his face felt like a furnace with how it was heating up. âUmm yeah, yeah you can as-ask me a question.âÂ
âIâve kinda been noticing you avoid me sometimesâŠâ You started, hesitantly. You didnât wanna make him upset but you were genuinely curious. âAnd Iâve kinda been wondering why..âÂ
He bit his lip when you shifted in his lap, already losing his mind and you havenât even done anything. He still hadnât put his hands on you, holding them out so they wouldnât touch. He let out a shaky breath, â I donât avoid you, Y/n.â
âWell maybe not technically, but I donât know, it doesnât seem like you want to be around me. You seem almost⊠pained when Iâm around.â You were fighting back a pout but your lips did it anyway, having a mind of their own sometimes.Â
The alpha boy wanted nothing more than to bite those pouty lips, to feel the soft flesh between his teeth. âFuckâ he accidently whispered.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âN-nothing! Uh itâs complicated, Y/n.âÂ
Your pout grew bigger, âbut why is it complicated? Do you- do you not like me?â You leaned away, wanting to cry suddenly. âIs it because of the thing that happened when I was on my heat?â
Jeongin looked at you like you've burned him with your question, eyes shooting to yours in panic. âThat's not it at all! Donât say things like that!â Now you were the shocked one, not expecting his outburst. âFuck, ok what I mean is, no of course not. I like you Y/n. Maybe too much..â He mumbled that last bit and in your inebriation you almost missed it. Key word being almost.Â
âWhy too much, Innie? Isnât it a good thing that you like me?â You wiped your tear that fell, then let your face fall into his chest.Â
He let out a quiet groan at your action, the smell of you weakening his resolve. He knew it would be embedded in his sweater for days to come. âYou want me to be honest?â You nodded against him. âI have a hard time controlling myself around you. You make me almost feral. Everything about you is intoxicating. So yeah itâs kinda complicated.âÂ
You let out an involuntary purr, his statement making you suddenly needy. You tightened your hold on him and pulled your face up to meet his. He was searching your face for some kind of disgust but was distracted by the pleased scent flooding out of you. It was making his brain foggy.Â
âCan I be honest now?â He nodded back at you, â I really like you, Innie. And I donât want you to hide away from me. Ok?â He nodded again, eyes closing as he was dragged further into your appeal. âCan-can I maybe kiss you?âÂ
âUhh, ye-yeah. Maybe a little.âÂ
You leaned in closer to his face and pressed a soft peck to his lips. His hands shot to your waist when you pulled away from him, dragging you back to his mouth as he attempted to devour you. You let out a squeal from the action, catching the attention of Chan who was across the fire still strumming on his guitar.Â
As if they had a mind of their own your hips gave an involuntary grind on his lap and he growled in response, tightening his hold. Before he could take it any further, you were suddenly yoinked out of his hold and into the arms of Chan.Â
âAlrighty, that's enough of that. Youâre both too drunk for this right now. You can resume in the morning when you're sober.â Chan said as he lifted you off of the younger alpha. âTime for bed, omega.â
You whined but didnât fight it, letting him scoop you with no resistance. Jeongin almost growled at his alpha, but the sensible part of him knew that was a terrible idea. Look what happened to Felix when he disobeyed.Â
âGoodnight, baby.â He managed to get out in his stupor. Heâs gonna be thinking about you all night.Â
âNight Innie.â You waved at him, then waved to the other boys as you passed them while Chan carried you to your shared tent. âNight boys! Love you!â you called out. There was a cluster of goodnights and love you tooâs.Â
Chan chuckled, âYou love them all huh, baby?â he set you down on the plethora of blankets he made sure to pack for you.Â
âMmhmm, I do, Alpha.â Once you were wrapped up in the comfort you felt yourself grow drowsy. âLove âem all sâ much.âÂ
Chan got into the blankets with you, letting you curl into him. He placed a kiss on your head as you drifted off. âThey love you too, so much.âÂ
You were out like a light.
A/N:AHHH I've had that changbin scene in my head for months before I even started this series so im pretty excited about it lol. The lake pic used above is a pic of the actual lake I live by, any guesses which one it is?
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â in between missions.
pairing: sunday x gn!reader
premise: it's been an eventful six months since sunday joined the stellaron hunters. today marked one of their very rare day offs, and what better way to spend the day with the people that's taken care of him.
â warnings: slight angst if you squint, mentions of blood in some parts.
â author's note: updated the lore in this little mini-series (?) LMAOO thank you sunday leaks on sunday for bringing me back to life. so sorry for being a bit ia, tumblr has been such a pain in the ass that it slightly demotivated me to write. new layout for sunday fics too so yippie!! (totally not foreshadowing). art credits to ćç«é
æ”·ć° on Weibo for the art. | 4.1k words (LMFAO).
MORNING â 6:00 A.M.
before, sunday would wake up at the crack of dawn; waiting for the sunâs rays as he watered the plants heâd been taking care of. now âhe still wakes up earlier than mostâ he spends his mornings in a big kitchen with the sound of kafkaâs humming filling the bubbles of silences that start to form. it was always a pleasure helping the older woman cook everyoneâs breakfast without having their loud bickering in the background (though sometimes he would grow paranoid if he never heard it throughout the day; heâs grown used to your voices).
before missions started, all the petty quips, and the laughter, sunday appreciated the quiet moments he gets to share with kafka.
âsunny, can you take over for me? i need to defrost silver wolfâs nuggets.â
sunday only hummed in response. body lazily slipping itself into kafkaâs previous position of frying the leftover rice from yesterday. âsunnyâ was the womanâs name for him; a form of endearment, you said, she does it to everyone. sunday would never admit it himself (kafka often teased how adorable his morning voice was so he tried not to speak until after breakfast), but hearing that little nickname always sent a flurry of little butterflies down to his chest. collecting the pollen from the flowers youâve carefully placed in between his ribs and spreading it all over his chest. no one has ever given him such a casual nickname before, so sunday had started to cling to it like a lifeline.
when the clock strikes 7:30, it usually means you're about to wake up. after patting his hands dry on a spare kitchen towel, sunday lifts his head and there you are. a small smile spread across his lips when you greeted kafka with a side hug. you still had your bed hair and your eyes were barely open; it was an endearing sight to see.
âgood morning,â sunday snaps out of his daze when an arm wraps around his shoulder and pulls him close to your chest. sunday could distinctly smell the chocolate you ate with silver wolf the night before and the soft remnants of your scented candle. he let his head lean more into your touch as he mumbles a soft good morning straight to your heart. ignoring the pair of eyes that crinkle in amusement behind the kitchen counter.
by the time 7:50 rolls around, youâre fully awake. a cup of coffee in your hands as you, him, and kafka go door to door to wake up your little group. from the corner of sundayâs eyes, he sees kafka peer over bladeâs door and a grumpy okay go through. on the other end, he sees you greet firefly good morning with a hug before disappearing into another hall to come and get elio.Â
before he could even knock on silver wolfâs door, the wooden thing pulled open and he was met with the sight of the silver haired girl looking down at her game console. he chuckled in amusement, patting down the stray hairs that poked up and guided her to the kitchen. he made sure to ask if sheâs beaten the boss yet and when she replied with an angry huff, sunday took it as a sign to not bring it up for a while.
it's already 8:10 when everyone is sitting down around the kitchen table. plates of warm fried rice, chicken nuggets, some slices of fruits, pancakes, and multiple cups of teas and coffees were laid down on the table. small chatter started to arise and sunday could feel the energy start to spike as well. as he took bite after bite until he felt your knee bump into his. when he turned to you, he was met with the sight of you pushing more food in his direction.
âyou need to eat more,â you said before taking a bite of your pancake. âyouâll need the extra nutrients if you want to fly again.â
sunday just smiled and accepted your offerings without as much as a word.
roughly an hour passes before everyone is cleaning up their spaces. blade was on dishes duty while the rest went back to their rooms to get changed. sunday was in his quarters, buttoning up a spare polo blade had given him when he heard a knock on his door.
âgood morning again.â you greet with a smile.
sunday smiled in return and urged you to come in. âgood morning to you, too.â
âkafka and firefly are going out for groceries. do you want anything?â
sunday was taken back to the days where he would water the plants in his office back in the penacony. how he would run his finger down each leaf and smile to himself when a flower starts to bloom. if sunday only joined a few weeks ago, heâd declined immediately. but it's been almost half a year since heâs joined, and heâs feeling a bit more comfortable with asking for more personal things.
âplants,â he replies. ïżœïżœïżœthe small ones that are easy to take care of.â
you tilt your head curiously like an owl. âwhy plants?â
âi used to take care of some flowers back in dewlight pavilion every morning. iâd like to get back into that, if you donât mind.â
sunday recognized that little smirk of yours. with a shake of his head, he accompanies you out his room after fixing up his hair and bid farewell to kafka and firefly.
âletâs get you all the plants you want then.âÂ
AFTERNOON â 2:38 P.M.
training in the afternoon was something sunday didnât get quite used to. even now as heâs exchanging blows with blade, he feels quite unsure of his grip around the hilt of the wooden sword; how his footwork felt sloppy and uncoordinated. sunday wasnât shocked (maybe, just slightly, a bit bitter) when the dark haired man knocked him off his feet for the seventh time in under two hours.
âyouâre overthinking things too much,â the man grumbled, offering his hand to him. âitâs written all over your face; stop thinking about the nitty gritty things and start focusing on the task at hand. if you keep focusing on your opponent's footwork, youâll end up ignoring his swings.â
âright, apologize. letâs go again.â
sunday had never felt such a competitive surge of emotions come over him whenever he trained with blade. the way he swung the charred sword in his hands; his body and how it moved so fluidly like water; and his determination to win despite beating him by more than a mile; it made sunday want to genuinely get better. blade fought like it would be his last battle, and he would go down with a fight.
âmister is getting better,â muttered silver wolf as she collapsed face first by your side, finishing her own training with elio. âheâs keeping up with the old man now.â
you brush away the bangs that stuck to her forehead and offer her a towel. elio, now in their cat form, sat down on your other side and started playing with the orange peels. âsunday has improved a lot huh? it feels like it was just yesterday when he first joined.â
âfor reals.â the silver haired girl stretched and tried to reach over for the oranges.
a memory resurfaced in sundayâs mind when he caught sight of you peeling oranges for silver wolf. how you looked particularly at peace in the moment. his mind replayed the image of robin when she came back to penacony after the accident. he had such an intense amount of guilt for not being by her side at such a hard time, he isn't quite sure how to put it into words.Â
âbrother!â shouted robin as she entered his office, a bright smile on her face and her phone in hand.
before he could utter a word she had shoved her phone to his face, âan orange?â he asked with a confused tilt of his head.
robin nodded and said, âthey say when someone close to you peels your oranges, it's a sign of having a strong relationship! is that why youâve been peeling my oranges for me recently?â
sunday felt the wind be knocked out of him as his world turned upside down. blade had flipped him over to his back and as the cherry on top, whacked him on the head with his wooden sword.Â
âfor not paying attention,â he grumbled. âletâs call it a day.â
he didnât get much of a word in when blade was already seated beside silver wolf (the girl shoving an orange slice to his mouth and him accepting it silently). sunday gets up from his lying position, patting down the dust on his (bladeâs) clothes and takes a seat next to you.Â
âdo you mind opening your wings for me?â you ask as you place a small plate of orange slices on his lap.
taking one in his hand and a small bite, he lets the pair of wings by his waist stretch out and lay on your lap. your careful fingers and observant eyes scanning over every feather, smoothing out the ones that stuck out. it wasnât long before silver wolf put down her console and started poking at his wings too.
âdo you feel that, mister?â she asks.
he shakes his head with a small smile, âno, i do not.â
she only hummed and looked up at you. âwill he be able to fly soon?â
you take a few seconds to respond.
âsoon,â you mutter as your hands re-adjusted the exoskeleton thatâs been supporting them. âthey look better than when you first arrived. you seem rather curious, what gives?â
silver wolf pouted and shoved at you lightly. your chuckle rang in his ears like music. the same melodies he would play on his record player when the night feels too long. sunday leaned more to your side when the younger girl showed a pixelated character in her game and pointed to its wings.Â
âwhen you fly again, mister, you have to take me with you!â she excitedly exclaimed with stars in her eyes. âiâve always wanted to know what it feels like to fly.â
sunday felt a tug deep within his heart when he looked into her eyes. silver wolf, surprisingly, was very welcoming of him when he first joined. they got along fine and would even spend their free time in each otherâs company. her excited demeanor reminded him of how robin looked when he first took to the skies. the animated expression on her face; her grin reaching her eyes; and the way sheâs leaning forward in anticipation.
âwhen i fly again, iâll be sure to let you know first.â
his reply was all the more worth it when the girl jumped in delight and landed on bladeâs back. your laughter along with silver wolfâs excited blabbering and even bladeâs protests made more flowers bloom inside his chest. sunday ceased his chuckling when he realized he had run out of oranges to eat. before he could even ask for more youâre already replacing his empty one with a new plate filled with peeled oranges.
âi can peel them myself, [name].â he says almost in a whisper.
âi know you can,â you dangle the orange peel in front of elio and let them play with it and stack them in a pile. âbut let me do it for you.â
EVENING â 6:00 P.M.
âitâs my turn to decide what we get to eat!â
âitâs been your turn for two weeks. if anything, itâs my turn now.â
sunday could only push the two further and further apart, or at least try too. blade was a foot taller than him and obviously more bulked up than him; silver wolf might be the shortest but she knows how to use it to her advantage, zooming from one place to another like a little mouse. he could only plead with a lopsided smile when you enter the kitchen, your towel around your neck to catch the stray waters that dropped from your hair.
you sighed with the shake of your head and pulled silver wolf back into your chest. two arms snugly wrapped around her small shoulders as she kicked and pointed at blade. sunday on the other hand stepped in front of the man with a stretched arm, trying to calm down the silver haired girl as best as he could.
âat this point if you two canât decide then iâll just cook whatever i want.â you joked. both heads turned towards you and glared, but you only laughed and let silver wolf stomp her way to sit on the kitchen counter. âhow about some sweet and spicy chicken for dinner? that way you both get what you want.â
sunday watched in amusement as silver wolf jutted her lower lip and mumbled on how she wanted cake. blade only slumped his shoulders and grumbled a low fine and started helping you take out all the ingredients from the fridge as well as the pans and bowls.
âi swear you two have worse cravings than a pregnant womâ ow!â you didnât get to finish when blade purposely knocked your head when he opened a cabinet. your eyes narrowed at him while he only shrugged. a playful smirk on his lips as he shoved your head lower when you went to berate him.
a soft nudge on sundayâs back pushed him a bit forward. elioâs blue eyes in their cat form met his own gold ones and the two stared for a while. the cat motioned his head towards you and blade who chatted over dinner, not long, silver wolf also joined.Â
âgo join them.â was all they said before jumping down from the table and going to who knows where.
sunday didnât get a chance to reply when a pair of arms snuck around his waist. he let out a noise between a surprised gasp and a shout that made you snort in amusement. when he turned to glare at you, you only stuck your tongue out and tied the apron around his waist.
âcome help us make dinner, sunday.âÂ
and how could he say no when youâre already dragging him by the apron to the kitchen aisles with all the ingredients laid down.
by 7:15 p.m., kafka and firefly enter through the door and are met with a memorably amusing sight of sunday almost collapsing on their dining table as elio pushes a carton of milk to his direction. you and silver wolf were laughing at him with pointing hands and tears in your eyes. even blade cracked his own chuckle and rolled his eyes playfully as the halovian kicked him in the shin.
the taller woman surmised that sunday had fallen victim to bladeâs insane spice addiction. the stray silver spoon on the table with the sauce was evidence. kafka let out a chuckle as firefly came over to his side âstill keeping a bit of distanceâ and asking if he was alright.
âthought you were only getting groceries?â you ask with a raised brow. eyes surveying the amount of bags she and firefly had in their hands.
âthere was a sale for clothes,â kafka reasoned. âhow could we say no?â
you shake your head in disbelief and give the woman a side hug. âdinner will be ready in ten. help the poor angel soothe his tongue in the meantime.â
kafka laughed as she dropped her bags by the living room couch and guided sunday to sit down. firefly handed him an empty glass and offered to pour the milk in it. he shook his head no and did it himself. the poor boy downed the drink in one go and it didnât seem enough to soothe his burning tongue so firefly went to get another carton from the fridge.
sunday furrowed his brows and stuck out his tongue. no doubt his taste buds wonât be working for a while.
âwhy does blade put so much spice in his food?â he questions the older woman who only smiled. her eyes glazed over to where the said man was and sunday followed.Â
âbladie canât taste anything that isnât spicy,â kafka said, her eyes not once leaving bladeâs figure. âa living corpse canât really taste anything. spice is considered a pain sensation; pain is the only thing he can feel and taste.â
sunday frowns at this new information. he knows little of bladeâs past and had made no effort to try and dig it up. he was curious, yes, but it must be an incredibly sensitive topic if every night the man slips away from his bedroom seeking you or kafka out to soothe the mara thatâs coursing through his body.
âi⊠see.â a hand came to ruffle up his hair. he looked up to see kafka smiling down at him and handed him another cup of milk.
âtry to ask him about it someday. maybe youâll be able to help.â
sunday keeps that information at the back of his mind until everyone finishes cooking dinner.
the clock hit 7:25 and everyone decided to eat by the living room to see what kafka and firefly bought in their mini shopping spree. he sat in between you and blade on the floor, using the small coffee table in front of you to hold your food while silver wolf sat on the couch behind him. her legs over your shoulders and slouched on the couch.
time surprisingly passed slowly tonight. only ten minutes had actually passed of kafka showing off her new coat, but to sunday it had felt like eternity. he absentmindedly tossed his food around his plate, pushing away all the spicy pieces of chicken to the edge of his plate.
ânot eating the spicy chicken now are we?â sunday whipped his head to blade and glared. warmth rising to his cheeks, wings fluttering in embarrassment when he remembered what had happened not too long ago.Â
âyour ânormalâ amount of spice nearly sent me to a coma,â he rebutted with a roll of his eyes. âso pardon me for not wanting to be sent to the hospital.â
you let out a loud laugh and leaned back on the couch. silver wolf was now using his head as support when she agreed wholly with his statement. firefly let out a quiet cough to silence her laugh while kafka chuckled. blade only rolled his eyes and took the pieces of chicken on his plate and placed it on his own.
âyou said you wanted to try.â he argued back. a teasing lilt to his voice as he placed a piece of chicken to his mouth to add more salt to the injury.
âa grave mistake that was.â
you cease your laughing and lean on your propped up arm. âwell look at you two, getting along so well!â
sunday scowled while blade scoffed. both picking up pieces of food and silently chewing. what started as a small bump of sundayâs elbow turned into a small petty argument about spice tolerance.
âit is quite sweet of you bladie,â kafka started. âfor taking all the spicy pieces off of sunnyâs plate, i mean.âÂ
you jumped to the wagon immediately and nodded. âagreed! youâve never done that for anyone here before. iâm starting to think youâre playing favorites.â
âone more word and iâm dumping the rest of the chili oil on your plates.â
that had shut you up immediately. for extra measures, you scooted away from them both with your plate close to your chest. âshutting up nowâŠâ
NIGHT â 11:20 P.M.
sunday let out a long sigh as he tossed and turned in his bed. he had lost count of how many times heâs replayed tonightâs dinner in his mind to at least try and get some sleep and not be plagued by his nightmares. tonight was joyful, and heâd like to keep it that way till the end of the day. but his insomnia had struck him again like always. heâs already drunk two pills from the medication you bought him and it's yet to take effect.
with one last sigh, sunday threw off the sheets over his body and stalked out of his room as quietly as he could. the base was dark in the dead of night. the halls looked more ominous and longer than normal, something he believed was taken out of a horror film. when he first wandered these halls at this hour, sunday would feel the pricks of his paranoia.
but unlike the first time, there were no longer stray feathers of ravens following his wake. his feet werenât stained by his blood as he dragged his body to the direction of salvation. in these halls, sunday wasnât carrying a knife he used to plunge into his own chest to try and make the weight of the sins he didnât commit a little lighter. he was free; free as he could be in the safety of everyoneâs presence.
his gaze shifted to the slightly ajar door that led to your workshop. he frowned as he realized you were staying up late again. when he peered into the small crack, sunday was met with the sight of firefly hunched over your desk, sound asleep with stray pieces of fabric by her feet.
the nights at base were usually cold so sunday quickly walked to his room again to get a spare blanket. as quietly as he could, the halovian entered your workshop, silently cursing when the door creaked slightly. making sure he didnât step on any of the fabrics on the floor, sunday draped the blanket over the girlâs shoulders.
another memory of his resurfaced. on nights like these, robin would sneak into his office with a pillow and blanket in her hands. she would guide his head gently to lay on the pillow and not the harsh wooden table and make sure the blanket over his shoulders didnât slip until morning came. by instinct, sundayâs hand came to smooth down fireflyâs hair and whispered good night.
he started picking up the stray pieces of whites, blues, and blacks from the floor and neatly folded them one by one. placing them in neat piles on your table. with one last look to fireflyâs figure, he smiled to himself and quietly shut the door behind him. his next stop was the kitchen to brew himself a cup of tea.
âheâs gone now, firefly.â
even as you called out to her, firefly did not budge and kept her head in between her folded arms. you shook your head and sat down next to her. you had witnessed what happened and you could only guess the conflicted feelings the girl felt.
âdo you think heâs a bad person, little knight?â you ask, hands picking up one of the fabrics sunday had graciously folded and laid them on the table. a measuring tape around your shoulders and a pencil snuggly on your ear.
âheâs done bad things, butâŠâ you hum in reply. fireflyâs voice was muffled because of her arms but you heard her perfectly fine, much to her dismay. âi donât think heâs a fully bad person. i just find it⊠awkward to interact with him.â
âdo you want to interact with him?â you wonder. âas friends i mean.â
firefly finally raised her head. hand clutching the blanket draped over her shoulders as the other ghosted over the spot where sunday had patted down and whispered good night.
âi donât know.â
you only hum. âsunday is rather strange isnât he? heâs quite the piece of work if you ask me.â
âwhat about you?â firefly fires back, scooting her chair closer to you. âdo you think heâs a bad person.â
âno. no i donât.â you answer immediately and feel firefly pause. âheâs kindest person iâve ever met.â
âi seeâŠâ
you pat her head gently and fixate your gaze back to your table.
âheâs a lot more like us than anyone expected. sunday has done bad things that hurt those around him, but weâve also done that havenât we? take your time. all of us were lonely at some point, so itâs also his first time heâs ever craved someoneâs company. weâve all done that too, didnât we?â
when a new day started (around 1:56 a.m.) she made her way back to her room. sundayâs blanket was still wrapped around her even when she laid down on her own bed. she never pointed out how you purposefully drafted a space for the ticket youâve always hidden on sundayâs new uniform.
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New chapter today, and even though most of it seemed to continue the silly tone from the previous one, the last few pages actually shocked me! đ
For the first time, ANYA CONFESSED TO SOMEONE THAT SHE CAN READ MINDS! Now this doesn't necessarily mean anything crazy will happen in the series from now on, since Damian doesn't believe her (at first). But proving that you can read minds is easy to do, so the question now becomes, will Anya keep trying to prove it to Damian until he believes her? Or will she regret it later and not try to prove it, and then the plot point isn't touched on again? Regardless, this chapter definitely makes it seem like Damian will be the first person to know about her mind-reading powers.
Then there's the question of why Anya chose to confess this to Damian? I think it's a combination of a few reasons, the main one being that Damian doesn't have any connection to her family, so little risk of him telling them and thus bringing about the fear of abandonment Anya has should they find out. This might also be why she chose to tell him over Becky, since Becky already has somewhat of a relationship with Loid and Yor. The other reason could be that, as time has gone on, she's learned to trust him, at least when it comes to something like this. As hostile as he is towards her, she knows that he's not a double-crosser or a blabbermouth, and deep down he wants to do what's right. And lastly, it was the heat of a moment - her knowledge about him seemed weird so he questioned it, and perhaps at that highlighted moment, when Damian was being genuinely nice to her (since she can read minds, she knows if he's being genuine or not), she wanted to try not lying for once, just to see what happens.
Guess we'll have to wait until next time to see if anything ground-breaking comes from this...will Anya keep pursuing this, will she regret it and let Damian continue to not believe her, or will it just not be mentioned again until later? This reminded me a bit of the Mole Hunt arc where Yuri became suspicious of Loid, but the latter was able to throw him off the track. But the seed of suspicious was planted nonetheless. In this case, even if Damian continues to think Anya was lying, a seed of suspicion may have been planted in him too that could come into play much later on. We'll see!
But besides this big event, a few other notable things in this chapter was super rare soft Damian from the above page. This continues to prove what I've always thought - that Damian acts the way he does to appear "proper" in front of his peers, but when he's alone with Anya, his real feelings seep out. She's a rare person where he doesn't feel the need to put on airs around.
We also got more Henderson x Martha crumbs. Love to see it.
Also loved to see Anya getting cocky and Loid freaking out about it đ
Overall, even though I'm not as into Damianya as I am Twiyor, I still enjoy seeing their progress, and this chapter was definitely one of the most Damianya-chapters of all~ Despite some of the "dance with Damian" challenges being a bit too silly for my taste (like, how did Emile and Ewen organize all that last minute?) the payoff at the end was worth it! Loid and Yor better get themselves together or their daughter will end up beating them in the romance department đ
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đ đšđđđ„ đ„đđđ€ đđđđ đ đđđđđŁđđ„đ„đ [5] : casual
âYeah? You gonna believe them?â
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ellie williams x fem!reader | friends with benefits
casual m.list | tlou m.list
tw: cursing, light smut, ellie being a douche
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You groaned as you got up from bed, the previous nights events had done a number on you. After you had left Ellie in the restroom, you ran after Abby. Weaving through the crowded bar and finally getting a hold of her outside. She was leaning against a empty keg, her fists clenched, and her eyes fixated on a puddle in front of her.
âH-hey, Abs,â you said, your voice barely audible, you even wondered if you had said that in your mind or in your head.
Abby said nothing, instead, she turned her head away from you.
âI can explain,â liar, you couldnât explain why you were drawn to Ellie or why you and her had such great chemistry, âIâ.â
âI donât want to hear what you have to say, Y/n,â Abby finally spoke up, you were almost grateful that she did because you truly did not know what you were going to say next, âYou think youâre special? Sheâs a dog, Y/n, sheâll fuck anything that comes her way.â
You gritted your teeth, you didnât want to believe what Abby was saying but deep down, you knew she was right.
The blonde continued, âYâknow this isnât the first time sheâs done this, Y/n..â
Your blurry eyes shot up, âWhat the fuck does that mean?â
Abby rubbed her temples and let out a dep sigh, âAh, yâknow how we were looking for a new lead singer before we found you? Well, our old lead singerâs name was Cat, she was the glue of our band and she really knew how to get the crowd goinâ, er, not that you donât, Iâd say that youâre even better than her.. anyway, we had been a band for over a year and we were finally making a name for ourselves, at the time we were called âThe Fireflies,â but a little after a year, Cat started acting fishy. She was constantly skipping practice, coming back to our place smelling of lucky strike cigarettes, and then one night, Manny was out at a bar, yâknow how he is, and he saw her, Cat, our lead singer, in Ellieâs lap,â your mouth went dry and a ball was forming in the pit of your stomach, Abby gulped and continued, âSo, when we confronted Cat, she went on and on about how this doesnât involve the bands, that they truly do love each other, we⊠we, uh.. believed them.. they dated for around three months but the night before Battle of the Bands, she caught Ellie with another girl, a girl from another band, âThe Ravens.â
You could still hear Abbyâs word clear as day, even now as you brush your teeth.
âFuck,â you groan, âHow could I have been so stupid.â
Jesse hadnât been home since last night, you were praying that he didnât find out about what you and Ellie are.. were doing.
Your phone buzzes and reads âCoworker 1 - Glasses.â
You groan and burry your face in your pillow, you forgot all about work.
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Arriving at work had you dead, your feat trudged in.
Please, please, please, please, please, please donât let Ellie be here.
âMorninâ doll,â you inwardly groaned.
You ignored the auburnette and made your way to the break room to get your badge from your locker and prep yourself for today.
Just as you had made your way into the room, you heard the door close a second time and before Ellie could say anything, you slammed your locker door shut and turned to face her, her lips were in a smirk, as fuckinâ usual, her eyebrows propped up in amusement at your sudden anger, and her eyes lingering on your pretty lips, âIâm really not in the fuckinâ mood right now Ellie, so, if you donât mind, get the fuck outta here and stay outta my way, âkay?â
For a second, you could swear that her smirk falters but then itâs back on as quick as it went, âAww, whatâs matter, doll?â She sauntered over and used her arm to prop herself up against the lockers, her green eyes staring into yours.
You rolled your eyes, âWhile weâre at it, donât contact me if itâs not about work, got that, Williams?â
With your back turned to her, you couldnât see how Ellie flinched at the sound of you calling her by her last name, this time it stung a little more than usual.
The rest of your shift went by smoothly, Ellie stayed out of your way, mainly keeping to her office as she suddenly had a lot of inventory to prep. Closing was a different story..
It was just you and Ellie, this wasnât unusual, the other employees had kids or siblings to pick up from school and you two were always available to work closing.
âCan.. can you help me with these boxes?â
You nodded and followed her into the back room, âWhat are these?â
âGuitar strings and stuff,â she muttered, âUh, after this.. can weâ never mind, you can leave after we get these outta the way..â
What was she going to say? You were curious but right now, you needed to focus on your band, âOkay.â
You were about to leave when Ellie ran up to meet you at the front door, âW-Wait!â
You turned around to look at her, âWhat, Williams?â
âWanted to talk..â
Youâre surprised.. you didnât expect her to be so mature, youâre actually impressed but that feeling soon goes away when she speaks, âWhy canât we fuck anymore?â
You groan, âHa, I canât believe Iâ. I donât need a reason, okay?â
âItâs Abby isnât it?â
You shoot daggers at Ellie, âN-no..â
She laughs, folding her arms and rolling her eyes, âOf fuckinâ course.. you know, Y/n, I actually thought you had enough brain cells to think for yourself, I didnât think that you were like every other brain dead bimbo with a half decent voice out there.â
Ouch, âOh, fuck you, Williams. God, you think youâre so fuckinâ cool, huh? Just because you can play a good riff every once in awhile and because pathetic girls with no self worth throw themselves at you so that they can live their fantasy of being a groupie but you know what? Youâre not as half the woman you think you are. Youâre a liar, a fuckinâ cheat, and a player.â
Ellie almost looks hurt, âSo, Abby told you, yeah? She told you all about how Iâm a player? A cheat? Hm?â She punctuated each question by taking a step toward you, she had you pinned against the wall now, her arms on either side of you.
You nodded, âY-yeah.â
âYeah? So.. you gonna believe them? All those rumours?â Ellie leaned closer to you, her breath hot against your neck where old hi kids she had left were finally starting to fade away.
Before you could be tempted further, you pushed her off of you and rushed out of the shop, you could hear a faint chuckle as the door shut.
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The next few weeks were hell, you had no one to hook up with.. well, thatâs a lie. Since moving to Seattle, multiple guys and girls and given you their phone number but none of them could live up to the new standards Ellie had set for you. So you decided to pour all that pent up sexual frustration into your music. It wasnât that bad, you tried to convince yourself.
You tapped your pencil against your notepad, âI need this like aâŠ. aâŠ.a..â
âCigarette?â Jesse chimed from your doorway.
Your eyes lit up and you nodded him a thanks as you jot that down, âThanks, man.. I⊠neeeed.. this.. like.. a cigarette.. no, actually.. I.. WANT.. this.. like a.. cigarette.â
âWhatâs that for,â Jesse sat across you, âLike, whatâs it about.â
âItâs about a fucked up bitch with a fucked up perception of sex and a fucked up hook up,â you muttered, your pen working furiously at a paper.
âWell.. sounds great,â Jesse stuttered out, âHey, so me and Dina are goinâ out for dinner, wanna come with?â
Without looking up from your paper, you shook your head, âNah, Iâm good..â
Jesse ripped the notepad from your hands, forcing you to make eye contact with him for the first time since he came into your room, âIâm worried about you, Y/n, youâve been holed up in here for a few weeks now, you barely eat and all you ever do is write.â
âBattle of the bands is in two months andâ!â
âYou need to get out,â he sighed. He was right, you donât know why you were keeping yourself holed up in here, you werenât sad about Ellie.. just more so mad and Battle of the Bands was coming up so you had to get ready for that too, on top of dealing with the annoying auburnette at work and the frustrating blonde at band practice.
âCome on, we can get something to eat, maybe go to a bar?â
You nodded and pulled yourself out of bed and got dressed.
The three of you went to a nearby bar, it was nice. A little different from the one you played at, it was still lively but the energy was different.. the room wasnât full of smoke and the music wasnât as loud.
âOne whiskey,â you said to the bartender, she was a tall and muscular woman, a friend of Dinaâs late sister. Her thick black hair was pulled into a ponytail, her tattooed arms covered by a rolled up flannel, she smiled at you as she handed you your whiskey. âOn the house,â she winked.
You blushed a bit, for the rest of the night, she gave you free drinks and flirted back and forth with you.
She told you her shift ended in half an hour, obviously signaling you to wait up for her, which you did.
âHey, you waited,â she marked.
âY-yeah.. um.. your place or mine..?â
âMm. letâs go to mine, yeah?â
You nodded and looked at your feet as the two of you walked, she said that it was a short distance away. As you were about to take another step, ash was flicked at your feet.
âThe fuck?â A raspy voice echoed.
âGot a problem,â the bartender snarked at Ellie who was pushed herself off the wall, flicking her cigarette on the ground and snuffing it out.
âYeah, I do,â she said, the bartenderâs frame towering over her, she obviously was no match.
You groaned, you knew you were going to lose your hook up for this but you got in between them, âHey.. sorry, but I think I should get her home..â you say to the bartender.
She scoffed and walk off muttering something like âYour loss.â
You could smell beer wafting off of Ellieâs breath, she smiled at you, obviously out of it, âGod, Ellie, how many drinks did you have?â
She laughed and stumbled onto you, âYou.. you called me by my first name,â she smiled at you like a puppy, âThatâs so fuckinâ cool.. ugh.. Y/n..â
She tried to kiss you but her lips missed yours by an inch, âElâ er, Williams, stop. Letâs take you home, âkay? Anyone I can call?â
She shook her head.. you were really dreading this.
You were able to find her keys and load her into the back of her van.
The drive to her place was.. eventful to say the least.. you stopped once for her to throw up, another time because she insisted the two of you get slushes, and once more because she claimed that the vehicle was too hot.
Getting her into her apartment was rather easy but as you made your way inside, Ellie was all over you. Her hands pulling you in by your waist, her smile pressing kisses into your chest, you whimpered at the familiar feeling, god, Itâs been so long since youâve had a good fuck..
I want this like a cigarette.
But, just as a cigarette could feel good, they were also detrimental.. so was Ellie. No matter how good Ellie could make you feel, you knew she had as many negative side effects as a cigarette.
1. She could fuck up your band. Her lips make their way back up to your neck.
2. You get attached. Her hands make their way under your shirt.
3. You ruin her band, causing Jesse and Dina to hate you.. She tugs at your nipples.
Before you could get to tease four, sheâs got you wrapped around her finger.. all logic is out the window until, you hear her quietly say, âKnew you couldnât quit me.â
You push her off, âThe fuck does that mean?â
Through slurred chuckles she says, âYou thought you could quit me, huh? Youâre fuckiinâ addicted to me, doll, youâll never be able to get a fuck better than me.â
You roll your eyes and fix your clothes, this was going to be the last time youâre ever alone with her.
âBye,â you say as you slam her door, she says something but you canât hear it.
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Even though you werenât allowing yourself to see Ellie, that didnât mean you couldnât stalk her instagram⊠right?
You clicked on her latest post, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes fell on a picture of Ellie, pants unbuttoned, wearing a cropped tank, her boxers poking out, and her face in that goddamn smirk..
You couldnât help but blush a little, a dull ache appearing in your panties as your hands made their way down south.
âFuck,â you muttered as your hands skillfully worked at your aching clit, sometimes dipping down into your pretty hole.
As you pleasured your needy cunt, you imagined Ellie working her fingers inside you and teasing you for being such a desperate slut, begging for her to be inside you even though you know sheâs bad.
You whimpered as you stared at her figure, the tank top hugged her so fuckinâ well and the way her eyes felt as if they were staring right at you made your pussy clench around your fingers. You were getting so close but then..
âSHIT,â you screamed, sitting straight up in your bed, the worst thing possible had happenedâŠ. you liked her photo..
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FORGIVELESS - VII - I DON'T MIND WHO'S WATCHIN' đ
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Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader
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Summary: This ones longer than most and steamy. Our two philanderers are in Mexico together where make up for lost time wink đ they're confronted with unexpected feelings and events.
VII - I DON'T MIND WHO'S WATCHIN'
Having recovered your suitcases from baggage you assess yourself in the airport mirror making you presentable. You can feel your heart beating violently in your chest at the stakes. As excited as you are to see Rio, you feel a little ⊠Okay, a lot nervous. He hasn't spoken much about his family and why would he? But you were here now and wanted to make a good impression at the very least. But how would it look? What would they think of a woman that hasn't even signed the divorce papers, off on a getaway with her ⊠boyfriend? Looking at your left hand the impression from years of wearing your wedding set is still there like a brand.
Donât let James ruin this for you. You tell yourself juggling all the emotions. Just have fun with Rio. You add silently before looking yourself over in the mirror again and settling on confidence. Grabbing your bags you wheel them to the arrivals. The luggage you borrowed from your mother is hardly your usual style but it does the job. You look for a gentleman in a suit holding your name when you feel him behind you.
âYou're crazy if you think Iâm letting you get in a car with a stranger looking like that mamaâ He says, placing a peck on your neck as he takes his hand pulling you against him slowly at your waist. The effect on your body and mood is something worth studying. Closing your eyes and allowing yourself to relax.
âI missed youâ you confess turning to face him and he smiles.
âYou hide it well, you don't blow me upâ Rio comments, not used to your restraint.
âYou told me not to.â you remind him as he leans in stealing a kiss. Itâs possessive and a bit of a show. You push him away playfully when you hear whistling from the other travellers. You can feel your cheeks burning.
âThat was before I knew you, doesn't countâ he shrugs casually rolling your bags to a truck.
âSo I can call you whenever I want?â you ask as he gets your bags in.
âMhmâ he nods and you initiate a hug needing one really bad. Over the past few days you've missed the intimacy and physical connection the two of you share. Especially after being deprived of it for so long. Rio indulges you having missed the contact himself. He was out in the world living like a pubescent boy unable to control his needs, hornier than ever with only one person in mind. There was no point thinking of other women, they wouldnât do it for him like you could. When you separate he gets the door and you get in. Rio walks around the front of the vehicle and pulls out of the lot. The console between you is big but it doesn't stop him from resting his hand on your thigh.
âWhatâs the plan for Today?â you ask.
âRehearsals, but Iâm not in the wedding party so Iâm free,â he winks. His mind is already where yours is headed.
âAnd tomorrow?â you clarify.
âThe wedding and reception. Day after Iâm whatever you're on before heading homeâ he shrugs.
âAre you and your cousin close?â you ask and Rioâs hand leaves your thigh gripping the wheel as his jaw sets in frustration. âSorry if I over-â
âDonât apologiseâ Rio mutters, taking your hand and kissing the back of it before setting it back where it was. âWeâre opposites, Iâm here for my grandma. She raised us together and sheâs old so Iâm not gonna give her a headache by being a no showâ Rio explains, omitting the more painful parts of the story. Reaching over you run your fingers against his stubble as he drives.
âIâm on whatever youâre onâ you repeat.
âNah, you stay squishy like a gummy bear. Put your feet up, relax and enjoy the vacation. Don't worry about meâ he says.
âFriends donât have a party when one of them is dealing with something.â you tell him.
âFriends?â Rio raises a brow and you shrug not knowing what other title to give him.
âYouâre always there to listen to meâ you add and he smiles again. And you move your hands from his facial hair to the top of his ear.
âYouâre not allowed no other friends thenâ he comments and you laugh. Rio waits for you to push harder, settling in surprise when you donât. In his experience women almost always wanted to title things. Arriving at the luxury resort you both hop out and attendants grab your bags. You walk up stairs to a treehouse style villa with nearly panoramic views in the main bedroom. Itâs gorgeous and modern while somehow still feeling warm. You go to the window to admire the view of the jungle all around this villa.
âThis is really really nice Rioâ you turn to find him sitting on the bed. Itâs huge and there's only one. Also, there are two luxury boxes beside him. âRioâ you ask unsure.
âYou were sad and I know women like presents so I picked you up bags to match mineâ he says casually. You smile leaning in to kiss him.
âThank youâ you smile as he places one of the boxes in your lap. Whenever James bought you gifts in the past he required a production of near hysterical praise while Rio almost hated acknowledgement of his kindness. With James there was always an occasion, with Rio it was just because. Your head spins trying to make sense of the man in front of you as you open the boxes to find a luxury duffle and carry on. âThank youâ you repeat overwhelmed by the gesture.
âHey, mama, don't do that, don't cryâ he says, reaching for you. He holds you and it's whiplash. His words and actions are the polar opposite of how he presents himself. The âI dont care facadeâ is in stark contrast to how he treats you. Wiping your eyes you fight to keep the tears back.
âYou're not allowed to have other friends eitherâ you mutter and he laughs, his heart warming at you taking possession of him too.
âI donât need any,â he says to affirm your feelings before smothering you in quick kisses. You sit across him with your arms around his neck looking at him before he comes in for another kiss. He kisses you soft and slow, taking his time. Rio needs to savour every moment after so much time away. He needed to feel you. Feel your walls wrapped around his manhood, and our body writhing under him in pleasure. He kisses you deeper drawing out the seduction as he catches your bottom lip between his teeth pulling slightly. Itâs just the right amount of pressure before he draws you out again, sucking your tongue. The kiss trails down your neck as you reach into his pants to make him feel as good as he's making you feel. Your hand moves in autopilot without a clearer view. His manhood comes to life in your hand as you wake it up stroking your hand lazily. Rio yanks your top down freeing your tits, his appetite for you insatiable as he places your pebbled nipples between his teeth kissing every part of your body that is sensitive to pleasure. Your strokes pick up along his length causing him to stop kissing you. Your eyes lock as rugged breaths take over. His eyes go low before closing in ecstasy from the pleasure you're beginning him.Â
You're nearly on your knees about to blow him when the phone rings out. Panting Rio picks it up with his eyes still trained on you. He frowns in frustration. You see heâs trying to be free of his boxers and inside you. His body's reaction to yours makes you a little crazy.Â
âMmmâ he sounds into the receiver clearly displeased.
âAlright, Iâll be thereâ he says before handing up pissed. Rio pulls you up from between his legs ready to kill Nick.
âWhere are you going?â you ask.
âEarly family dinner before rehearsals.â he snaps pulling his pants back on.
âRio!â you whine, needing it.
âDon't look at me like thatâ he says with a harshness to his tone. Standing you look at yourself in the mirror and curse.
âWhat time?â you ask.
âNow, Iâm lateâ he says getting on a watch before his shoes. You feel something is a foot and head to your luggage.
âWhat are you doing you don't have to come, mama.â he says.
âIâm coming to Rio, blame me for you being lateâ you say, finding a dress that should fit the occasion nicely without being too much. âGive me five and say we got lostâ you suggest heading into the bathroom and when you don't hear the door slam you smile. He listened. Five minutes later you emerge needing a little help with the zipper. You look and smell delectable and if it wasnât for his granny Rio would be inside of you. You slip on a pair of flat sandals and hold his hand. Looking up into his eyes you see heâs grateful. You walk with him to the dinner venue and find a table full of people whose expressions change at the sight of you.
âSorry weâre lateâ you apologise knowing RIo isn't going to. Eyes light at the sight of you and you lock eyes with the bride who gives you an accepting nod as Rio finds his seat pulling out your chair. You sit first and he follows.
âYouâre not late âŠâ The man beside the bride says.
âY/Nâ you smile and he holds his hand out.
âNickâ the man introduces himself.
âY/N, donât worry. Weâre very happy to have you and Christopher here with usâ the bride says and you shake her hand rejecting her soon to be husbands hand out of respect for Rio.
âThank you for the grace. You're gorgeous by the wayâ You tell her honestly and she beams. You hope you've lessened tensions.
âYou tooâ she smiles as you settle back in your seat you find Rio sharing a look full of animosity and place your hand on his thigh. Itâs twenty more minutes of talking before the first course is brought out and you realise the last minute invite was a ploy from Nick, his cousin. Dinner is delicious and Rio and his future in-laws' families both seem nice enough. However, the animosity between Rio and Nick is thick and something everyone seems to tiptoe around with the two men only falling in line for their grandmother who seems to be the families matriarch. Everyone mixes for a while after the dinner but Rio keeps you close until his grandmother beckons him. You look through the album of engagement photos when the Bride appears in front of you Marisol, which you learned from conversation and the table setting.
âThere's a site with an itinerary for the wedding with all the dates, times, locations and shuttles. I wonât let Nickâs petty ruin my dayâ she smiles, handing you a card with a QR code.Â
Smiling, you place it in your purse. âThank youâ
âAll I ask is if Nick pokes too much you try and wrangle the bear, only this onceâ she whispers.
âIf weâre talking about Christopher. I can't control himâ you speak frankly.
âNo but he likes you. Iâm a shrink. I know these things. Their issues are deep rooted, they dont like eachother but they love each otherâ she sighs motioning to Rio and Nick being admonished by their grandmother. You smile and find her doing the same. âI may not need you to wrangle the bearâ Marisol smiles watching their grandmother raise her pointer to Nick.
âThanks and donât stress before your big dayâ you smile.
âThank you. Not that you need it but we have several makeup artists for the family pictures tomorrow. Me and a few girls will be making a little trouble tonight if you want to come.â she offers.
âSheâs busy Marisol, shrink someone elseâ You hear from Rio as he resumes his position behind you. Marisol smiles.
âNice speaking with you doll. Rio, I like her. Be a gentleman like we know you can be, not an assâ Marisol smiles before walking away. You look up at Rio to find him wearing a smirk.
âSheâs niceâ you comment.
âSheâs an angel with a saviour complex to marry a case like Nickâ he whispers in your ear making you smile before kissing your cheek.
âCan we go now?â you ask.
âNo, grandma found out I wasn't at the wedding party. Now, I amâ he comments and you pout.
âThen after the rehearsal?â you propose with the innuendo in your expression. Rio smiles when he sees the want in your eyes is as great as the want in his.
âDonât look at me like thatâ he warns, pulling you in closer. You send him puppy eyes. âShhhâ he whispers as you wear him down. The beach is turned into a church for the destination wedding. Honestly, it's breathtaking. The walk through forces you to revisit bittersweet memories and as they go through the vows and how things are supposed to go you slip out to call your mom.
âHey babyâ
âHey, I forgot to call to tell you I got in okay. Rio brought me to the hotel and then we got roped into a family dinner and a rehearsalâ you tell her.
âHow's the weather?â she asks but her tone is off.
âWhat's wrong?â you ask and she sighs deeply.
âA friend of James and the friend's wife were apparently at the airport and saw you kissing Rio. James called livid.â she says and you shake your head as your heart starts racing. âYou have nothing to be guilty about. Iâm just warning you baby-girl, he knowsâ she explains and you nod acknowledging the jig is up.Â
âThanks for telling meâ
âAre you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm going to re-join the festivities. I'll talk to you later. Thanks for telling meâ you tell her.
âI love youâ
âLove you too momâ you smile heading back to the dress rehearsal only to find Rio on high alert.
âYou okay?â he asks first.
âMhmâ you nod.
âCome on, this shitshow is overâ he says, wrapping his arm around you.
âRio we need measurementsâ Nick shouts.
âWhy so he can fuck up my suit?â Rio mutters as his grandma interjects that she has them already. âYou look too good in that dress mamaâ he mutters trailing behind you.
âLook even better when you take it off meâ you wink.
âHey, before we go at it. Thanks for todayâ he says, arriving at your door with the key. Youâre a little confused.
âFor coming?â you ask.
âNah, for coming with me to the brunch and diffusing the situation. I know you have your own stuff and you don't need to deal with mine too so I appreciate it.â he says.
âYou don't have to thank me Rio, you're already getting luckyâ you tease.
âThrow in a little extraâ he winks joking too. You know that once you open the door neither of you will be leaving the room until morning. Heading in first you smile in excitement knowing you're about to have sex with the best. Your chemistry is through the roof and so is his appreciation for you, his gifts, attention to detail and voluntary acts of service. There's nothing to worry about in his presence, a feeling you don't know if you've ever truly experienced before.
âHow do you want me?â you ask, stepping out of your slippers and headed to the bed. Locking the door behind him Rioâs eyes track you.
âStop right there,â He says.Â
The answer is simple, his mood is rare. Seeing you smiling among his family did something to him. He needed to show you appreciation for having his back today. He wanted to watch you lose control as he went deeper. Your back is arching to accommodate his size. The glow that would come off of your skin as your body grew warmed from his touch. He presses a button to draw the shades and another to dim the lights. Before closing the distance to you. You can sense that tonight is different. You take a deep breath in, admiring the man standing in front of you. His hands go to your shoulders slipping the straps of your dress off. When Rioâs done undressing you're happy you're wearing one of your new sets. His eyes look sated already. Like it means the world to him to have you here with him, like he knows you bought the set you're wearing just for him. Rioâs head dips to your neck and he kisses sloppily before the pressure threatens to leave hickeys.
âRioâ you whisper, breaking the contact to kiss his lips.Â
âMmmâ he groans, leading you to the bed.
âI need youâ you whisper needy. His eyes shut firmly. He breathes heavily to try and calm down. There's no room for more foreplay than the past few days have been.
âOk babyâ he mutters and you go to turn knowing he likes to take you from behind. A firm hand stops you from turning.
âI want to see youâ he says through rugged breaths and low lids. Without words you oblige feeling your body heat again. Rio kisses you deeper as you position you comfortably in the bed. Years of yoga make any position easy. Only, tonight isn't about flexibility or stamina. He needed to be inside you. Itâs exactly where you need him. Your legs open instinctively, your body humming and ready for him. He springs free from his boxers and your eyes find his.Â
He gives you another slow sloppy kiss before pushing your panties aside. The look he gives you makes your toes curl. Familiar fingers test the waters with teasing strokes. Proof of your anticipation is coating the fingers that end in his mouth. Placing one hand down Rio guides his manhood into you. His brown eyes hold yours watching as you adjust to inch after inch of him.Â
Time slows as your body acclimates, growing more comfortable and aroused by the contact and his size. His eyes close once he's fully in and you pull him into a kiss tasting his effect on you. Your tongues dance as his strokes go from shallow to deep.
His eyes never leave you, the vulnerability of it ignites all of your senses. Every touch is electric. Every moan felt deeper and deeper. Every lude comment or lustful whisper makes each of you more reactive. Your eyes open and close in sequence as he strokes deeper and deeper until heâs rooted. Rioâs eyes open and his body stiffens. You watch arousal build as yours does too. He smiles just as his orgasm rips through him. Warm heat oozes inside of you before spilling out. Without breaking the intimate connection, Rio is now on his back with your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you as he stares at the ceiling in a post-coital daze. His hand trails over your back and it feels like nothing youâve ever experienced before. Your heart is full, body is sated and you feel safe.
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Melting Point | P.SH | CH.8
brother's rival!sunghoon x fem!reader warnings: angst, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, fingering, rose toy, multiple orgasms, confrontation, ynhee's mum (she's a warning all in herself), anything else lmk! ch. 8 synopsis: the weekend of nationals is finally here and there's a buzz in the air but of course, nothing can run as smoothly as you plan. sunghoon lets you in on minhee and his private conversation, leaving you stuck between a rock and a hard place. wc: 13.6k previous | masterlist | next a/n: hi! i cannot believe melting point ends NEXT WEEK like wdym :( this chapter really explains everything you need to know about the story and everything w the mum so this is an important one <3 thank you all so much for the love. as always i really value your feedback/comments/likes/reblogs. nothing makes me happier than reading your theories and comments, thank you so much! pls enjoy.
Heaving your case, you start to wonder if you packed too much for the weekend. Itâs not like you meant to cram in 6 different outfits, 3 pairs of shoes, and every piece of makeup you own - you just wanted to be extra prepared; that and youâre indecisive.
Itâs finally Nationals weekend which means everything the boys have been working so hard for is here, only 2 days away. Technically, they should have been in Seoul already but you had a prelim exam today so they both waited for you to be finished before heading out.
The decision wasnât your favourite, considering theyâre missing parts of the press conferences and extra training but they assured you it was the easiest scapegoat out of travelling with the coaches and answering the usual âideal typeâ and âboyfriendâ questions that get thrown at them.
Considering they were top athletes, you would think the reporters would have more intelligent questions. Sunghoon had told you the last press event he did, the reporters just decided to try and ask him questions he knew would make him look arrogant and cocky with both women and on the ice.
It irks you how everyone has this preconceived perception about the man you love who would bend over backwards to make people happy. He says it doesnât bother him and therefore it shouldnât burden you but that's your man and heâs being slandered over news websites, itâs only right you get a little annoyed.
You can hear Sunghoon now as you think about it, telling you âat least I can back up my massive ego with a first placeâ, and heâs right, but it still doesnât make you any more okay with it.
Presently, youâre walking down your campus path to the main road, on the way to meet both Minhee and Sunghoon. Somehow, youâve managed to convince them to drive to the competition together. It took Minhee more convincing than Sunghoon, his biggest objection being you and your boyfriend all over one another.
Thereâs a mastermind plan to your reasoning; you want them to get along and forcing them in a close proximity for more than 3 hours seems like the best way to do it. Well, youâve convinced yourself itâs the best way. Plus, you can try and pry out of them what they were talking about the other day in the coachâs office.
Looking ahead, you see Sunghoon and Minhee talking, or rather bickering about something.Â
This might be harder than you thought.
âYou are NOT driving my baby, she doesnât need your hands all over her,â you hear Sunghoon say, arms crossed in defence.
âCome on, man! Itâs a 3-hour drive and you look tired. Iâll take the wheel and you go for a sleep in the back,â Minhee retorts, pleased with himself for his reasoning; yet, Sunghoon doesnât budge, adamant that your brother will never get the driverâs seat.Â
Itâs oddly refreshing to see them argue about something so trivial and not try to tear each otherâs character down. Theyâre nipping at one another like friends do. You and Rina have had your fair share of minisode arguments about throwaway things like this so seeing them do the same makes you smile.
However, you will stop it, just in case Sunghoon gets too riled up - you know how he can get when it comes to his car. You spilled the tiniest bit of your blueberry juice on the seat and he nearly crashed into the traffic light. Heâs very dramatic and overly protective.
âMini, if you drive, Iâll just make out with Hoon in the back the whole drive there,â you laugh.
Your boys turn around at the sudden sound of your voice, both wearing different expressions. Sunghoonâs face upturns into brightness as he sees you, his arms come undone, and his body visibly relaxes. He looks as handsome as ever with his hair styled and smart-casual outfit; grey-collared sweater with black pressed trousers.
Minhee on the other hand is disgusted at the thought of you climbing all over your boyfriend for hours on end. Heâs wearing some jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket, itâs his typical choice but he suits it.
Taking your luggage, Sunghoon whispers a âheyâ into your lips as he kisses you tenderly. The display of affection only makes Minhee fake gag, âSuddenly, I donât want to drive anymore,â your brother scoffs, yielding his earlier argument in trade for some peace from the love parade.
You let out a light laugh, moving from Sunghoon to hug Minhee, âYouâve made the right choice,â the airiness in your voice matches the contentment you feel as he hugs you, ruffling your hair in the process.Â
While Sunghoon puts your case in the boot, grunting about how heavy it is, you take the opportunity to warn Minhee, âPlease be nice to him, okay? I want you both to get along.â Itâs a simple request but the seriousness in your eyes conveys everything Minhee has to know.
"I'll tolerate him," he pinches your cheek and offers you an understanding smile when he notices your harsh expression, "Okay, I promise I'll be on my best behaviour." He enters the car with hands raised in faux defence.
You knew he'd behave even before you warned him, but you had to do it since the temptation to fall back into habit might be too strong for both of them. That is why Minhee isn't the only one whom you are warning.
As you walk up to Sunghoon, he closes the trunk with a soft thud, "Can you try getting along with Mini today? It'd mean a lot to me if you guys could at least give friendship a shot," you gently suggest.
"I'll do my best to make us leave here best buddies," Sunghoon replies with fake enthusiasm, "But baby, I gotta tell you, the drive here wasn't great. Did you know he sticks his foot up on the seat? Made things pretty uncomfortable for my girl," he says, giving the car's rear a pat, still bothered by Minhee's lack of respect for the second most important girl in his life.
Your brother wasnât always the best at reading a situation and considering itâs the first time he was in Sunghoonâs car, he should have been a little more gracious. But heâs Minhee, thatâs just how he is.
âDid you tell him not to do it?â you ask, looking through the back window to see the back of your brotherâs head.
âObviously, he just ignored me,â Sunghoon feigns a pain in his heart, âIt was tragic.â
His dramatic act earns him an eye roll and no reaction, âI will tell him if he does it.â
With the promises sealed up with one more kiss, you both clamber into your respective seats, ready for the long journey ahead.
The roads are busier than normal, a traffic jam on the motorway is going to add an extra 25 minutes to your time. You donât mind it, given you're not the one driving, but Sunghoon is getting impatient, the fingers on his left hand tapping on the wheel while his right hand subconsciously grips your thigh, using you like his personal stress ball.
Minhee couldnât be more relaxed, his body has somehow managed to lounge himself over the back seat, phone in his hand as he plays house flipper.Â
âWe should put on the radio or something, might make this go in faster,â you suggest, already reaching for the screen. None of them complain, too busy in their own worlds to notice. This car drive was supposed to bond them and so far the only conversation they have had was to text the coaches and let them know they would be late; hardly riveting.
The speakers quietly play the sound of Szaâs Kill Bill which has both of them bobbing their heads. Even just the addition of music has made the car feel less awkward.Â
You donât want to force them to be friends but you also want to say you tried to meld them together in some capacity. These two men are the most precious people in your life and if they donât get along, your plan to hang out together will be foiled. Even worse, your secret scheme to have Sunghoon over for Christmas dinner would also be ruined. Christmas is already tense enough never mind adding in two people who canât even speak to one another.
The next song that plays makes Minhee sit up sharply and you whip your head around to look at him.
Maybe it's the way she walked
Singing the song at each other, you and your brother showcase your sibling brain cells by belting out your joined karaoke song. It was unintentional and you donât remember specifically how it happened, but one day One Directionâs Best Song Ever became the song you would sing together at every function, both of you staying up late to learn the dance and all the dialogue lines. Minhee swore blindly that he would make a better Liam/Leroy than you but you proved him wrong pretty quickly.Â
The abrupt change in atmosphere jolts Sunghoon to look at you both wildly while you both sing loudly. He does note how Minhee can actually sing and you, well, youâve got spirit. The smile on his face gradually gets bigger, the happiness between the siblings infecting him.Â
And we danced all night to the best song ever
We knew every line, now I can't remember
He hasnât seen you get this excited in a while, the pressure of keeping too many secrets from too many people had a weighted effect on you, yet, now thatâs gone, you look as light as a feather, enjoying your life free of guilt and shame, a life where you have Minhee by your side and him on the other.
If itâs the last thing he does, he will make sure to become friends with Minhee by the end of the weekend.Â
The makeshift choreo you and Minhee created for the verses comes back easily, both your arms flapping around the place, hairography and all the rest of it. The laughter filtering through Minheeâs singing makes you feel like youâre finally home.
Minhee extends a metaphorical microphone to Sunghoon, attempting to draw him into your shared joy. It's not a conscious effort, but rather a natural inclination to include him in this moment, making him feel like a part of the Kang family, even if just for a song. There was also a tiny bit of him hoping Sunghoon had the worst voice out of the three of you, giving him something to slag him about.
âNope, sorry, I donât sing,â Sunghoon protests, moving his focus to the ever-so-slowly moving traffic.
âCome on, Hoonie, you know the words! You already told me you were a Louis girl,â you chuckle, also holding out your pretend microphone to join Minhee.
With the Kang siblings eagerly awaiting his participation, Sunghoon relents, quietly joining in the singing. His voice isnât loud, heâs cautiously singing the song with you and Minhee, letting you both take the lead on it. He appreciates the effort Minhee made to involve him but this is also clearly you and Minheeâs joint thing, he doesnât want to intervene too much.
However, thatâs not sitting with any of you, âSunghoon put some chutzpah into it!â Minhee encourages.
Minhee is trying his best, the once subconscious act is now intended, he wants you to know heâs trying to get along with your boyfriend despite their past. You deserve that much.
Thereâs a glimmer of amusement in Sunghoonâs eyes as he gets sucked into the infectious energy of the moment and becomes more vocal. What neither you nor Minhee expects is for Sunghoonâs voice to be as good as it was. You had heard him sing maybe once in the shower but you werenât paying attention, not like now. Now he has your full attention, leaving him and your brother to harmonise together.
As Niall's part comes on, Minhee playfully nudges your arm, signalling your turn to sing, a cue you eagerly follow. At that moment, the confines of the car seem to expand, enveloping you all in a bubble of pure bliss and laughter. It's something you want to etch into your memory, a snapshot of unfiltered happiness that you'll treasure forever.
The final lines of the song resonate through the air, and a sense of contentment settles over you all, transforming the cold winter morning outside into something warm and inviting, much like a spring day.
Minhee reaches over and pats Sunghoon on the shoulder, offering him a genuine compliment. "You've got a set of pipes on you, mate," he remarks, devoid of any tension, prompting a surprised look from you.
âThanks, youâre not that bad of a singer either,â your boyfriend relays.
âNah, itâs just singing next to her I sound like Adele or something,â Minhee pokes fun at you like always, clearly amusing Sunghoon because he just laughs and nods along. Honestly, if making some lighthearted jokes about your singing is the thing that makes them friends, youâll allow it.
The rest of the car journey is now filled with chatter, mostly you and Minhee reminiscing about your upbringing, telling Sunghoon all the stories that embarrass one another while he drives you closer to the city.Â
Sunghoon enjoys the way you two interact, it shows him why you were so determined not to hurt Minhee for all those months, putting aside your own happiness for him. Whenever competitions happened, he got to see you and Minheeâs relationship from the sidelines and that made him a little envious.
Ice skating has always been so lonely for him with no time to make friends with fellow skaters because his mum would be pulling him away to go home or keep him on the ice while everyone else went to get a sweet treat after training. His mum made him so lonely that she was the only one he could rely on.
That was until now. Jay and Jake were always there for him but itâs harder for them to understand since they arenât in the sport directly, whereas you and Minhee both have grown up in the same gruelling surroundings as him.Â
Sunghoonâs jealousy grew the more he saw Minhee, the loving sister, the nice coach, even a little less toxic of a mother, granted his opinions of her have wildly changed now that he knows everything. But even with that, Minhee seemed to have it all - he had everything Sunghoon wanted.
He would trade in every trophy for a little stability, for his dad to still be alive, to have someone devoted to him no matter what. Thatâs why when he saw you all those years ago, he knew you had to be in his life.Â
The hatred he had towards your brother stemmed from his motherâs toxic whispers planting little nuggets of rumours and lies to make him hate Minhee, yet, as he looks at both of you now, he knows it wasnât hatred, it was envy. And when Minhee said he couldnât ask you out when he was a teenager, it fuelled anger in him for hogging you.
Your love and kindness shouldnât be confined to your brother.
But like you said the other day, Minhee was scared to lose you and Sunghoon understood that feeling all too well now.
Enclosing your hand in his, Sunghoon threads his fingers with yours, longing for contact after his brain even thought about you not being with him, even for a second.Â
You twist your neck to look at Sunghoon, fondly smiling at him. Watching his eyes shake, you know heâs thinking about something that requires your touch; he always did this, no matter the issue big or small, like having you there was enough for him to brush through the knots in his brain and sort it out.Â
It felt so amazing to be so needed and loved like this.
Minhee interrupts the silent show of love and points out the windshield, âLooks like they know weâre coming,â he sighs as reporters hover outside the hotel entrance, cameras hanging at their sides while they chat about nothing.Â
Sunghoon and Minhee are used to this but today is the day theyâll make a spectacle over them. For the first time in history, the two rivals are arriving together and not just that, theyâre both a day late. Itâs the perfect opportunity for them to sniff around and fabricate some sort of story, youâre just scared of what.
Pulling up to the front of the hotel, the reports poise their camera to get the money shot, they donât know theyâre in for a goldmine,
âRemember, head down, no comments, and just get in there,â Sunghoon instructs, earning a scoff from your brother.
âNah, you can do that, Iâm the pleasant prince, I pander to my audience,â Minhee smiles proudly.
This is where they differ in so many ways, how their brands set them apart. You have to say, youâre surprised Minhee is keeping the Princess Diana brand your mum created considering he hates it so much. Then again, it has created more opportunities for him regarding public events and ads.
Your mum was a witch but she knew what she was doing.
It does pose the big question: where is Mum? Is she already here? There has been zero communication between both of you since the phone audio incident, it was sickening to look at her for too long, not that she was home a lot of the time anyway.Â
However, right now isnât about her.
âI think Sunghoon might be right, Mini. Theyâll hound you about why you and Hoonie are together,â you put forward, hoping he sees your point. But Minhee is Minhee, he loves being in the spotlight.
âItâs all good, Bubs. I got this,â Minhee pats your head, trying to bounce some reassurance into your brain.
Sunghoon is quick to jump in, âNo. Minhee, you keep Y/N safe. Thereâs no way they wonât push and shove for a picture and if one of them touches her I swear to god, Minhee, itâll be your head on the hotel pole,â his voice is strong and shoulders are wide and sturdy as he speaks.
You suppress the urge to bite your lip as Sunghoon talks, trying not to give away how much his protectiveness turns you on, although, as much as youâre trying to focus your face on staying neutral, your pussy is meowing out for him, the pants you're wearing sticking to you a little.
âDonât tell me how to protect my sister, okay, Iâve been with her my whole life, youâve only got a couple of months under your belt,â Minhee retorts, tone annoyed at the accusation that he would do anything other than put your safety first.
If there was one thing that would make them argue, itâs over you.Â
âGuys, let's just focus on getting into the lobby, okay? No pandering, and no punching,â you point to them for their retrospective warnings. You seem to be intimidating enough because they fall back from their tense gazes and start to unbuckle their seatbelts.
When you step out, the cameras click rapidly, a few flashes getting in your eyes which Minheeâs hand reaches over to protect you from, one hand wrapped around your shoulder and the other covering your eyes. The shutters are more intense once they see Sunghoon coming around from the other side of the car.
A few gasps and âwhoasâ can be heard as your boyfriend catches up to you both. As soon as that happens, all hell breaks loose.
Sunghoon! Are you finally changing your ways?
Minhee, did you steer Sunghoon away from his reckless life?
Iâd watch out, Minhee, Sunghoon might be after your little sister next.
The last one creates tension between the boys on either side of you, as soon as youâre mentioned they both want to physically leap over and slap the journalist silly. You donât like the inclination either, the idea that Sunghoon would just use you for his own gratification.Â
Did the reporter say it outright like that? No, but all three of you knew thatâs what he meant.
Minhee gracefully bows and smiles as he leads you through the reporters, thanking the ones who respected your need for space.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, remains cold, his look as frosty as usual, displaying little tolerance for the paparazzi's intrusive behaviour. Despite his apparent displeasure, he followed his own advice: keep a low profile and push ahead.
Once the chaos subsides, Minhee gently withdraws from your side, placing a comforting hand between your shoulder blades as he guides you further into the foyer. The interior wasnât anything fancy; adorned with beige walls, plush couches occupied by guests, and a reception desk manned by two staff.
âAre you alright?â Minheeâs concern was palpable as he peered into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or vision loss. The flashes were extra bright today.
You shake your head, offering reassurance, âIâm fine, it wasnât too bad, certainly could have been worse.â
The hotel staff promptly retrieves your luggage from the car, each of your party expressing gratitude. Minhee also hands them a tip, slipping in a signature wink as he did so.Â
Sunghoon huffs beside you, stroking the back of your head, âFucking ridiculous. Theyâre acting like they havenât seen us before,â he states, the patting of your head getting rougher the more he thinks about it, âHeard one of them call us Blades of Glory.â
Minhee lets out a loud laugh, clapping his hands in amusement. The other boy didnât find anything funny about the situation.
The receptionist checks you all in, a room for you and Minhee, and a room for Sunghoon. He had a double room to himself since his mum wasnât coming.
One thing Sunghoon refuses to speak about is his relationship with his mum, as far as youâre concerned, they havenât spoken since the argument a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes when you look at your boyfriend when he is training, you wish he had her there. He assures you itâs for the best but you do mourn it a little, hoping they could patch up their relationship and start anew with him as her son, and her as his mother; no manager roles and athlete, just family love.
Sunghoon isnât so sympathetic to the situation. Sure, he misses having her around but thatâs just because itâs a habit, plus, she was his manager and having to navigate everything on his own was becoming overwhelming, but heâll manage.
Sadly, he doesnât even miss her as a mother figure.
Luckily, youâre all on the same floor just 4 doors apart. Once you reach your respective rooms, you kiss Sunghoon, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. His hands run up your back, accidentally picking up your jacket and t-shirt in the process, the feeling of his fingertips leaving a warm trail in their absence.
Sunghoon smiles into the kiss, dipping his tongue into your mouth to taste you. He could do this all day, and some days he has, but this time you have your brother impatiently waiting for you both to untangle yourselves.
âEnough, thatâs disgusting,â he retches, fake poking a finger down his throat, âAre you guys always like this or is it your attempt at torturing me?âÂ
Pecking Sunghoonâs lips one more time, you plant your feet back on the ground and face Minhee, âYouâre so dramatic. I can kiss my boyfriend whenever I want to,â you sarkily reply.
âNot in front of me you canât,â he mumbles, face holding an expression of disdain for you and your boyfriend's PDA. He doesnât protest further, instead unlocking your room and waiting for you to get inside.
Hugging you from the back, Sunghoon leans down, âCome to my room tonight? And the night after, and the night after,â between each request, he kisses your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the last.
The butterflies in your tummy never settle when heâs around and the love in your heart only gets stronger, âIâll pop in tonight but I promised Minhee I would spend the night before Nationals with him, itâs kind of a thing we have.â
Before every big competition, you and your brother pick a TV show, grab a few face masks and play smash or pass with the cast. You came up with it randomly one night and it stuck ever since, helping him to relax and you to eye up whatever Song Kang drama you manage to persuade him to watch with you.Â
Nodding, Sunghoon smiles, spinning you to face him, âSure, makes sense you guys would have a ritual or whatever,â thereâs a tiny hint of sadness in his voice which throws you a little.
âI can ask Minhee to swap it to tonight?â you propose but Sunghoon shakes his head quickly.
âNo, no. Do your sibling stuff-â
âYouâre welcome to come,â Minheeâs voice interjects behind you. Itâs strange how quickly Minhee is accepting Sunghoon into your routines and quirks; first it was the song in the car and now this, âYou donât have to but it would suck for you to be on your own the night before a competition.â
You want to ask what happened to your brother and why a clone has taken over his body, but this is exactly what you wanted, so why fight it?
âI donât know, seems like your thing, I donât want to just jump into it,â Sunghoon scratches the back of his hand, a habit he has when heâs nervous. In this instance, itâs cute.
âIf Iâm inviting you, itâs not you âjumping inâ is it? Plus, you get to see your precious girl drool over other men right in front of you,â you nudge your brother's stomach with your elbow before explaining to Sunghoon your plans and that you absolutely do NOT fawn over other men.
Everyone knows itâs a lie.
âThen yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Minhee,â Sunghoon is genuinely appreciative of the offer. Heâs never had anyone to do things like this with, usually opting to just rest up and force himself to sleep early.
Minhee nods, âGreat, just donât be all kissy and touchy, itâs gross.â
A ping hits Minheeâs phone and as he reads the message, his once relaxed face turns tense, âItâs mum. Wants to take us out for dinner after the press conference,â he doesnât bother replying, locking his mobile and stuffing it back in his jean pocket.
You donât want to go to dinner with her, or even see her. Truthfully, you hoped she just wouldnât turn up, âDo we have to go?âÂ
The pout on your face is exaggerated, your eyes pleading with Minhee to say fuck it and not go, however, he doesnât give in to you, âI suppose.â
Looking at Sunghoon, they do that stare again, the same one when they came out from their secret conversation at Belmore. They nod to one another, making you even more confused.
Before you can pipe up and ask, Sunghoon gives you one more kiss, âIâll see you later, baby,â and with that, he retreats to his hotel room. Your boyfriend was probably your best chance at getting information, Minhee is too strong and wouldnât slip up as easily, so you leave it to rest, hoping that itâs nothing too serious.
One thing is for certain, you know itâs about your mum.
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âCan we steal the soap?â Minhee pops his head around the bathroom door, eyes gleaming with mischief.
You and Minhee are resting up after the press conference. All in all, the reporters asked straightforward enough questions, intrigued by Minhee's secret routine and the promised 'surprise' he hinted at. Of course, you've witnessed the routine firsthand and are eagerly anticipating everyone else to experience it with the same amount of awe as you did.
To your surprise, there were just two questions concerning Sunghoon: one asked whether Minhee and Sunghoon were now friends, and the other asked if Minhee was afraid of his rival. Minhee's reaction to both was a solid 'no', however you think the first answer might change.
You sit up on your bed, rolling your eyes in dismissal of your brotherâs question, âNo, Mini, we canât steal the soap.â The one thing about Minhee was that he loved a freebee, and you too honestly but you draw the line on bath soaps that you know no one will use and just collect dust in your toilet back home.
âBut if I put it in my case and hide these ones, the staff will need to give us replacements,â he says, showing you the tiny bottle of liquid soap as a way to entice you to agree with him.
"Let me guess, then you'll swipe those too?" you retort, crossing your arms.
Minhee nods eagerly. "Of course!" he says it with such conviction, as if you're missing out on a golden opportunity for more soap.
As you get up, you snatch the bottle from his hand and head to return it to its rightful spot. "I'll just buy you some soap, alright? Let's leave these here. If there's any left, we'll take it home." Sometimes, you feel like you take over the role of your mother when you have these talks with Minhee.
"Fine," he grumbles, flopping onto the mattress. "I'll just ask Sunghoon to swipe me some then."
You whip around at the mention of your boyfriend's name, watching as Minhee starts tapping away on his phone. It's like entering the twilight zone.
"You guys text now?" you ask incredulously, eyebrows raised
âOnly for important things,â he mumbles, too busy planning a scheme to get Sunghoon on board with his ideas.Â
You try to imagine in what world hotel soap is important.
If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that your brother and boyfriend were actually getting along, and not just that, that most of the initiation was from Minhee, you would have cackled in your face. There was no chance in hell of that happening, yet, there is it. All those months of worrying about both of them, the arguments, the fighting, the hatred, all washed away so quickly.Â
Sunghoon and Minhee arenât best friends, they tolerate one another; thatâs what they are telling themselves at least. Your brother asked for Sunghoonâs number after the conference to âkeep an eye on himâ but you knew better than that.
Minhee wanted to be his friend because he knew if he did, you would be happy. Everything in his life, he does for you.
A ping sounds from his phone, and a wicked smile spreads across his face, âHa! See, your boy is on board!â he shows you the text message from Sunghoon which reads âIf you get the soap, Iâll grab the shampoo and conditioner. We go halfsies?â
âYouâre both ridiculous,â you quip, pushing Minheeâs phone away from you.Â
You canât deny the warm feeling in your chest as you watch Minhee laugh at his phone, the friendship between them both blossoming in front of your very eyes.
A loud knock on the door startles you both, your hand reaching for your chest at the fright. Was it really necessary for someone to bang the door so ferociously at 5pm, especially when the hotel rooms are already small, echoing the vibrations around the walls?
Minhee stands up, making his way to answer rudely to the person on the other side for almost giving him a heart attack; however, when he opens the door, the last person on earth you want to see barges through your door.
âUgh, can you believe theyâve put me in a room on the other side of the hotel away from you? Took me 10 minutes just to get here,â your mum huffs, blowing her fringe out of her flushed face. She looks like sheâs just run the London Marathon, not walked across a lobby and rode the lift.
Itâs amazing how one woman can change the atmosphere of the room. The once happy and carefree vibe you and Minhee were basking in has now been sucked out, replaced with a heavy cloud of anguish.
Thereâs an anxiety creeping up into your chest as you face your mum for the first time since that day. You were unequipped to handle the situation because of her sudden presence, thinking you would at least have a few hours before she requested you for dinner.Â
But sheâs here, right now, and you have to face this head-on.Â
She clasps her hands together and spins to face Minhee and yourself, âI have news,â she exclaims, delighted with whatever information she is about to share.
A quick glance at Minhee and you both share the same sceptical expression. He steps closer to you, hoping that you can find some comfort in his presence, which you do but this is also your conniving mother youâre both faced with, anything can fall past her lips, and that makes this ten times more nerve wracking.
âAfter Sunghoon pulled that god-awful scheme - so sorry, Y/N,â her words speak of condolences yet her tone is anything but sympathetic, âI have found something else.â The delight on her face makes you feel sick. You know Mrs. Park is the biggest cause for this rivalry, so why is she so intent on bringing Sunghoon down to the lowest pits of hell and back?Â
You nor Minhee have told your mum that you know the audio of Sunghoon was AI-generated, or that you and Sunghoon are back to being as in love with each other as ever, in fact, she might have brought you closer together. Her little plan actually got you and Sunghoon to promise to be one hundred percent honest with each other, especially about your feelings for one another.Â
Sunghoon meant it when he said he wanted to start fresh, a clean slate, but for him that just meant professing his love to you all over again, determined to make sure you never doubted his true intentions for you ever again. Of course, you did the same, telling him how you would trust him and your relationship before anything else because why on earth do you have any reason not to?
âWhat are you talking about?â Minhee is the first to speak between you, taking the lead as your bigger brother. He didnât know what she had up her sleeve but he wouldnât believe a spoken syllable that came from her mouth; not anymore.
Happily, your mother picks out her phone from her handbag and searches for something. There is a sickening feeling rising in your stomach again, the deja vu washing over you. Minhee senses your unease and rubs your back softly, and as you turn your attention to him, he shakes his head, assuring you that whatever you are going to see will be fabricated.
However, as she passes your brother the phone, you see a video waiting to load and see a familiar-looking lawn.
Oh no.
As Minhee hits play, you see Sunghoonâs fist connect with that boy's face, the same boy that touched you, the night you called him to come get you. The sickness that had stilled before has now reached the tip of your throat, your heart pounding outside your chest only making it boil more.
This is real, this isnât fake.
The scene in the video is so strange because as you hear your cries for him to stop, you donât remember it that well. You knew he punched fuck out of the guy but you hadnât really visually recalled it in your memory, yet, it was like living the feeling all over again.Â
Your brother watches the video with the same shock and horror as you do, except, he is more concerned by your shrieks in the background. When was this? He ponders to himself, confused as he continues to see Sunghoon beat the boy down. If he didnât know any better, he would have thought Sunghoon killed him. Fuck, he genuinely might have as far as Minhee is concerned.
He recognises the boy in the video, having had a few altercations with Yeonjun and his team himself over the years, so he knows that whatever caused this ruthless beating, it was probably something bad.
âW-where did you get this?â you ask tentatively. If your mother has seen it, anyone could have.
With a glint of victory, she answers, âFacebook of all places! I was just scrolling and someone shared it,â she shrugs, leaving you to battle with the information that your boyfriend's attempt to protect you might be the very cause of his downfall. You recall something he said not too long ago,
âEverything wrong in my life seems to be because of your family.â
Sunghoon spoke those words and you knew they were true, yet, you hoped it excluded you, but this just proves youâre just as bad as your mother.
Minhee feels your distress beside him, your body shaking slightly as you continue to watch the video. He doesnât know what happened or why but he knows youâre traumatised by it. He stops the video, locking the phone abruptly, âMum, what does this have to do with anything? This is just a video of him punching that guy from the hockey team,â Minhee tries to downplay it, hoping and praying your mum hasnât already done something drastic with the video.
âIâm taking it to the board, obviously. He canât get away with causing violence,â your mum speaks. You take the time in the silence that surrounds the room to wonder if she would be so eager to share the video if she knew why Sunghoon was on his knees, beating the guy to a pulp.
Minhee shakes his head definitely, âNo, mum, youâre not,â his voice wavers; this is the first time he has stood up to your mum in such a long time. Her claws were usually so deep into your brother that he stood back and took it, but not any more.
âHuh?â your mum asks perplexed, head tilted to the side in curiosity, âDonât you see, Minhee, this is how we guarantee you the win, they might let him skate but nullify his points. Remember what we have on the line,â she tries to be secretive but you already know what sheâs talking about.
âStop! Just stop trying to interfere with this, with my skating, with the Parks. Just fucking stop.â The sudden rise in Minheeâs voice makes you jump but he is quick to rub your back again, trying to prove his determination to make this right, for all the times he let her puppeteer him into doing her dirt work.
He breathes out, âI told Y/N everything, and I told Sunghoon. We also know that the phone call was fake and that youâre nothing but a pathetic excuse for a mother,â his voice is venomous, the words harshly leaving his mouth.Â
Your mum is silent, not even her breath can be heard amidst Minheeâs speech, âYouâve done nothing but hurt us since dad left, constantly blaming me for putting you in debt, never acknowledging your daughter or any of her achievements. I wonât stand here and let you do this anymore.â
âBut Minhee-â
âNo, you listen to me. I will win on Saturday and when I do, take all the money you get from this shitty bet and fuck off out of our lives, understood?â You stare at the ground with wide eyes, scared to look up and see the anger in Minheeâs face, his voice being scary enough.Â
Itâs unlike your brother to get this angry, you thought the extent of his rage peaked when he confronted you about your relationship with Sunghoon. But this is much worse, more dangerous.Â
Then again, this is also years of being told you owe your career and livelihood to someone who only uses it against you would also take its toll on you.
Sucking in a breath, your mum moves forward, âWhat are you talking about, baby boy. Iâm your mother,â she tries to soften him up but it wonât work. Heâs too far gone in his rage.
âNo, youâre not. From this point on, youâre no oneâs mum. When you get your winnings, take them and never speak to me or Y/N again. I am sick to the back teeth of you putting unnecessary pressure on me, getting me involved in all this mess with Sunghoon. Not to mention how youâve been treating Y/N the past few months.â
âYou canât kick me out of my own family!â she protests, all acts of sorrow gone in a flash, replaced with fury.Â
âI just have. Iâm moving out, Iâm taking Y/N with me, and this is the last you will see us,â Minheeâs chest is closing in on itself as he finally loses all cool, ready to give your mum everything thatâs been waiting for her.
Exhaling, your mum yields, nodding disapprovingly, âYou make sure I get my money. You brats deserve nothing considering the life I provided for you both.â
That last sentence confirmed everything you two already knew, it was always about the money. Part of you wonders if it was always about the money, or if that was just something at came along the way. For your peace of mind, you hope itâs the latter.Â
Despite her ways, you like to believe she did love you guys at some point, and deep down still does.
The tension in the room is so thick, itâs choking you, causing you to clam up and stay silent. You want to say so much; how she never gave you both anything, that it was your dad who set you both up with your lives, how she took away your happiness and put the relationship with the love of your life in jeopardy. You wanted to shout and scream at her, but it was useless. She wonât listen, her face beat red.
Without uttering another word, she goes to leave the room, snatching her phone back, but Minhee isnât done, âOh, and donât think for a second of showing that video to any of the skating board, or else Iâll turn myself in about Sunghoonâs skate and tell the police exactly what youâve been up to.â
Both you and your mother exchange fearful glances â you, worried for Minhee's cherished career, and your mother, concerned about her potential loss of status and wealth.
Clicking her tongue in irritation, your mother scoffs, shaking her head. "You wouldnât dare," she argues, trying to convince herself as much as her son.
"Try me. I have nothing left to lose," he retorts.
"You wouldnât sacrifice your Olympic dreams," she counters smugly, believing she's won the argument.
"I would sacrifice anything for my sister's happiness, a concept you clearly can't grasp."
Your eyes fill with emotion as Minhee's words sink in. Could he really be prepared to give up his dream just to protect you from your mother? To safeguard you from any potential harm. As you lock eyes with your brother, a deep realisation sweeps over you: absolutely, he would.
Your mother walks out of the room in a disappointed huff, leaving behind a heavy atmosphere packed with unresolved tension. Left alone with Minhee, you both silently battle with the weight of the dramatic event that just took place, processing it all in your own way.
As the echoes of your mother's departure fade, a solemn stillness settles over the room, punctuated only by the sound of your shared breaths. You and Minhee exchange a wordless glance, each grappling with the weight of the confrontation that has unfolded.
âThe videoâŠyou were there. What the fuck was that about?â Minhee questions, his voice not quite accusatory, but still webbed in anger. Honestly, you should have expected it, the bloody scene would be a cause of concern to anyone and after he just said he vowed to protect you, he wanted to know how this situation arose.
"It was a party, about three or four months ago, I think," you begin, weighing your words carefully as you try to gauge how much to reveal to Minhee. Your brother is already teetering on the edge of adrenaline-fueled rage, and recounting the details of Heosun's unwelcome advances towards you doesn't seem like the best idea in the current tense atmosphere.
Minhee listens attentively, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Go on," he prompts gently, sensing the weight of your hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, you continue, "There was this guy who wouldn't leave me alone, and Sunghoon came to pick me up, and well, you saw what happened." You lower your gaze, feeling a pang of shame at the memory of the chaos that ensued that night.
Now, with your mother's hands all over the incriminating video, you feel the weight of the burden resting heavily on your shoulders. If she were to show anyone that footage, it could spell the end of Sunghoon's career â all because of the consequences of your past decisions.
Despite Sunghoon's reassurances that none of it was your fault, the guilt gnaws at you relentlessly. It's one thing to hear those words, but it's another to truly believe them, especially in the face of such dire consequences.
Minhee can feel your body tremble and it softens his mood, his brotherly instincts taking charge over his anger. He pulls you in for a hug, scratching the back of your head to soothe your thoughts.
âI would say Iâd kill that hockey player if I wasnât convinced Sunghoonâs already taken care of it,â he chuckles at his attempt to lighten the mood, but your overthinking is taking hold of you, scared for what will happen.Â
Knowing you your whole life, Minhee knows what your brain is doing right now, âHey, you arenât to blame for any of this. Heosun is the one to blame for trying to take advantage of you,â his fingers dig into your scalp as he says the crime out loud. He canât stand that he wasnât there for you during your time of need.
However, he is thankful Sunghoon was there.
He leans back to look at you, your eyes glazed over with thoughts. Patting your head, he tries to reason with your mind, âYou canât let mumâs manipulation make you feel responsible for all of this. Sunghoon is a grown man and he made his choices,â he sees his words infiltrating your doubt, like a soldier breaking down the gate to the castle, âHe did what anyone would have done.â
You manage a weak smile, grateful for his support even as the guilt continues to run through you, "I know, but... what if I could have handled things differently?" you mumble, the weight of self-blame heavy in your voice.
Minhee shakes his head, his eyes filled with conviction, âDonât do that, Bubs. You did everything you could, I believe that.â
His words provide a glimmer of consolation amidst the disarray of your thoughts. For a minute, you allow yourself to lean into his calming presence, drawing strength from your brother's support.
You both sit in silence for a while, needing to calm down from your emotions. The whole ordeal has led you away from a pivotal point in his conversation with your mum, something that you wanted to question.
âWhat if you donât win?â you pull your head from his chest, looking up at him concerned. If he doesnât win, thereâs no knowing what your mum might do. She would lose far too much money just to let it slide, not to mention the vendetta she probably has against Minhee after his harsh words.
Calmly, he smiles, âIâve got it covered, donât worry.â With a kiss on the top of your head, he releases you from his grip. Itâs a clear indication that he doesnât want to push this conversation any further.
But you canât help but be concerned.
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Pressing your key card to the door, you walk in and instantly hear laughter coming from Minhee and Sunghoon. The sound fills you with a sense of relief, worried that your absence from the hotel room to grab some snacks from the shop down the street was enough time for them to start arguing and throwing punches.
You really should have had more faith in them, particularly after the car journey, yet, you still have a horrible feeling that settles inside your chest because itâs all going too perfectly.
Minhee is doubled over, face red from laughter while Sunghoonâs eyes are wide, an incredulous smile smacked across his features. Itâs amazing how well they shine together when they donât have their mothers putting the weight on their shoulders, forcing them into unhealthy competition.
âShe padded it so much to impress you, it was hilarious!â you hear Minhee cackle as he speaks as you shut the door behind you. They havenât noticed your presence, too caught up in the hilarity of their conversation.
Sunghoon lets out a âhuhâ in realisation, âThatâs what that was? I was so confused, I thought she had a reaction to something,â he chuckles, still processing whatever information Minhee was divulging.Â
The atmosphere is light, making you smile widely as you walk further into the hotel room, âWhat are you guys talking about?âÂ
Turning to face you, both boys burst into another fit of laughter as soon as they see you. It makes you self-conscious, suddenly making you wish you checked yourself in the lift mirror before coming back.
Minhee wipes a tear from his eye before letting you in on their little secret, âI told him how you stuffed your bra with tissue paper trying to impress him,â he points his head to Sunghoon who is currently rolling on the bed in stitches.
The memory flashes in your mind as your face falls. You were young, foolish, and watched 13 going on 30 a little too much; it was a stupid idea. In your defence, a rumour was circulating that Sunghoonâs ideal type was someone like Irene from Red Velvet and she was so perfect you tried to look like her, stuffed bra and all.
You stand traumatised for a minute as you start to vividly recall the way your tissue boobs must have looked to everyone else, âOh myâŠgod! Can you guys shut up, I was like 12,â you groan hiding your face behind the bags of starburst and skittles.
âYou didnât even need a bra,â Minhee argues back, clearly enjoying the torment his story is providing you, âItâs my brotherly duty to tell your boyfriend all the embarrassing stories I have about you,â heâs smug, lips upturned in a grin.
Forcefully, you toss his sweets at his head, aiming for pain. But Minhee has fast reflexes and dodges it easily. Out of all the stories to tell, why did it have to be that one? Couldnât it have been the one where you accidentally vomited all over him after he punched you too hard in the chest or that time you wrote a marriage proposal to Niall Horan and even set a date. Anything but the padded bra.Â
Sunghoon is still laughing, also reminiscing about that day, however, he isnât so embarrassed. To be honest, he didnât pay much attention, and he certainly didnât know it was to impress him. Knowing it now only gives him more reason to be completely in love with you because even at 12, you wanted to be with him so much you were willing to change for him.
But he never wants you to change. Not ever.
âI honestly canât believe you thought that would impress me,â he starts to calm down, beaming up at you; however, he is just as guilty for laughing, so you throw the last packet of sweets at his head. He isnât so used to avoiding flying objects and you hit him straight on his nose, âOkay, ow!â he winces dramatically.
Sometimes you forget Sunghoon is an only child and didnât have the sibling reflex, âShit, Iâm sorry, Hoon,â you apologise, leaning down to assess the damage but before you get too close, Sunghoon bursts into laughter once again. Slapping his chest you sit next to him, disgruntled.Â
Once he has composed himself, he sits up and pulls you into his side, kissing the top of your head, âHonestly, I think itâs kind of cute,â he whispers into your hair, trying to ease your brass neck. You canât help but smile at his words, glad that he didnât see you as some pathetic little girl.
You fail to understand that Sunghoon could never perceive you as anything other than perfect. Sure, no one actually is flawless, but youâre pretty close in his eyes; youâre perfect for him.
âOkay, I will stop telling stories if you guys stop acting so mushy,â Minhee relents, opening his packet of Skittles.Â
Tilting your head up, you place a soft kiss on Sunghoonâs lips, just to add a little torment to your brother which works because heâs fake gagging on his bed. Heâs so dramatic but youâll take the teasing over him holding a grudge about your relationship.
âI love you,â Sunghoon whispers tenderly, his hand squeezing your soft side, âpadded bra and all.â
âShut up, oh my god,â you push him away playfully, trying to act annoyed but it doesnât really work, you canât stay angry at him for longer than a day - your entire relationship journey has proven that; even when you fight, big or small, you always find your way back to one another quickly.Â
You donât mean to think so seriously in such a lighthearted moment, but you canât help but be thankful for everything that has transpired. There are times you want to start over completely, not lie to your brother, stick up to your mum, skip the whole âfriends with benefitsâ deal and just be with one another completely. But in truth, itâs just made your relationship stronger, both of you releasing that there isnât a day you both donât want to be together.
âWhatâs going on in that head of yours, Sweets?â he asks in a whisper, petting you with love.Â
You shake your head, âNothing, just happy. Thatâs all.â And it was the truth, youâve never been more content with anything in your life.
Minhee clears his throat, âGuys, seriously. Glad youâre all in love but can we pick a show now?â
Sunghoon and you shuffle to sit on your bed, getting comfy as Minhee flicks through the TV section on Netflix and when you and your brother both see My Demon in recently added, you both turn to one another, smiling brightly.
Your boyfriend isnât completely aware of your obsession with Song Kang, but he is about to find out.
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As the hours go by, face masks have been done and subsequently making the whole room smell of paella and vanilla, you begin to hear Minhee snoring on the other bed; youâre 5 episodes into My Demon and clearly, he has had enough. Fair enough, it is reaching midnight and he is up extremely early tomorrow, but so is Sunghoon and he is wide awake, not caring about his beauty sleep one bit.
In fact, he has started caressing your thigh a bit too close to a certain area. All night heâs found some way to touch you, either a hug, spooning you, or grazing his fingers over any skin that isnât covered. Luckily for him, your shorts have ridden up just enough to leave the tops and inners of your thighs exposed.
You push his hand away, âMini is right there,â you speak lowly, trying to caution him off but Sunghoon couldnât care less, only tracing up further to your core.
âHeâs sleeping,â he argues back as he spares a quick glance to a passed-out Minhee.
Honestly, he was so sick of you melting when Song Kang popped up on the TV, heâs not afraid to admit that heâs jealous. Every time you held in a squeal as the actor smiled or had his top off, he knew he had to get you back to reality, back to the time when all you saw was him. It was childish but he doesnât bother to worry about that, knowing you like it when heâs a bit possessive and clingy.
You sit up straight to face him, eyes flashing in warning, âHe could wake up,â youâre trying to reason with him but his face doesnât show any sense of understanding of how badly this scenario could end. Youâll do a lot with Sunghoon but fucking him while your brother is in the room is a hard pass. He was insatiable, you always knew it, you just thought he had some decorum when it came to having sex in front of family.
Smirking, Sunghoon rolls his eyes, âWith how loud you are, he probably would wake up.â Teasing you isnât the best approach for getting what he wants, he sees that in your peeved expression, âFine, how about we go to my hotel room?â he offers as a solution.
With his fingers now dancing along the top of your pussy, you quickly agree, already standing up and pulling him out of the room, making sure the door doesnât slam shut.Â
Once you both enter his room, he wastes no time, kissing you roughly like he has been wanting to do since you changed into your little pyjamas. The heat from his body is a telltale sign that heâs ready to just ravish you as soon as he gets you naked.
And that he does, stripping you of any material you have on and pushing you onto the bed. Youâre a vision in front of him, some hickeys and bruises scattered over your body from the last time you had sex, which in Sunghoonâs mind, was far too long ago.Â
With hungry eyes, you watch as he sheds his own clothing, revealing his arousal as he strokes himself slowly. Your breath catches in anticipation, craving the feel of him inside you, the throbbing intensity of his desire mirrored in you.
âIâve got a surprise,â he says suddenly, licking his lips mischievously.
You lean on your elbows, confused by his words, âWhat kind of surprise?â
Holding a finger up, he bends down to his suitcase, rummaging through it to find something, only making you more curious, âItâs in here somewhere,â he states more to himself than you, his smile widening as he comes across something, âThere you are.â
As he stands back up, you look into his hand and your jaw hits the floor, âWhere did you get that?â
Sunghoon stands proud as punch as he twirls the pink rose toy in his right hand, smiling at it happily, âI know a thing or two, Sweets.â
You had your own rose toy at home, literally more prized than the award you won a few months ago. Itâs your saviour when youâre too stressed or just craving some release when Sunghoon isnât readily available. You hadnât told him about it, so youâre a little shocked he had one.
It also looked much better than yours so youâre going to have to sneak it into your bag before you all leave on Sunday.
Snaking his way to you, he shows you it up close, âYâknow, I used to think these toys were the enemy, taking away something from me,â he pauses, spitting on the top of it, rubbing his saliva into the creases of the rose petals, âBut then I thought, it could really be an asset.â
Pressing the power button on, the machine starts to vibrate and suck in air, making you swallow dryly in anticipation. You knew how good it felt when you used it on your own so you can only imagine the power it holds in Sunghoonâs hands.Â
Sleeking it to your folds, he wastes no time in pressing it directly on your clit, wiggling it around to make sure he has it on your sweet point. As you gasp and fall flat on the bed, he knows heâs found it.
Sunghoon knows how it works but this is admittedly his first time seeing it in action and by God was he glad he stumbled across it on Twitter. The way youâre already wriggling under its suck is causing his cock to jump straight up in arousal. This is such a nice change for him, to see how your tits move from side to side as your body responds to the sensation on your clit, your mouth falling open so beautifully as whimpers escape. Normally, heâs got a different view, his head buried where the rose toy is right now; heâll need to find more ways to witness you from this angle.
âHoon! Itâs-â You donât get to finish your sentence as he loosens the toy which only makes it suck your clit up harder. What you were going to say is that itâs already got you close, the mix of the vibration and everything else proving a bit too much.Â
Typically, when you use the toy back home, itâs a 5-minute job, the flower living up to its hype, and now is no exception. But thereâs something even more arousing about your boyfriend being in control of it all. If it got a little intense, you could normally pull it away of your own accord, but with Sunghoon in control, you donât have that luxury; you need to power through the fire that is burning within your nub.
Seeing you close, he licks and bites his bottom lip, thinking of how he can take credit for some of this climax, rather than congratulations only being on the vibrating machine in his hand. He suddenly shoves three of his fingers into his mouth, gathering his spit onto them before brushing them along your hole.Â
The rose already has you super wet so itâs easy for him to slide his digits right in, getting to work on finding your spongy spot, the very spot that he always curls into and gets you cumming.Â
With the addition of Sunghoonâs fingers, your eyes roll to the back of your head, only the whites of your eyes visible. Itâs intense and youâre going to cum so hard over his fingers you might genuinely be spent after this one orgasm.
Like a crash, you cry out his name, chanting a few swear words for punctuation as you cum. Your clit throbs and puffs out as you orgasm, only making the toy have more to suck and pulse onto. Itâs like heaven and hell all came at once, not sure if the pleasure outdoes the pain or vice versa. To be fair, the pain isnât excruciating, you just feel yourself being overstimulated by the rosebud and Sunghoonâs fingers which isnât a bad thing, just takes some time to adjust.
Sunghoonâs fingers thrust into you fast, each time he drags it out, more of your essence is left on the hotel covers, painting them a darker shade of ivory. He thinks itâs a waste, how the bedsheets get to soak up your juices when it should be his tongue, but he canât change up the pace now, your body speaking the words you canât. Youâre enjoying this far too much.
âSunghoon, please!â you whine while your body instinctively tries to retreat from his touch to find relief.Â
âYou want something, baby?â he asks so innocently, his fingers still thrusting into you with velocity, âUse that pretty mouth of yours.â
He sits on his knees, looking down at you to wait for your response, one he knows will take all your strength to muster. Youâre a sight to behold; eyes screwed shut as you try to work through the overstimulation yet your mouth breathing out loud moans.Â
âCock,â is the only word you can say, so drunk on the pleasure that youâre practically dumb in lust, not a thought in your brain other than getting fucked by Sunghoonâs thick cock.
He laughs lightly, shaking his head, âYou want my cock?â your boyfriendâs ego is already big but when he gets you into bed, it increases tenfold. He adores that you want him and his body just as much as he wants yours.
âFuck, yes, Hoonie, please,â you beg, trying to remove both his hands so heâll just slip into you.Â
âYouâre so fucking irresistible,â he says huskily, his heart swelling in his chest with pride.Â
However, what you want him to do is remove the toy with his fingers, which is clearly a pipe dream since the next thing that happens makes you scream.Â
His fingers are replaced with his long cock, but he doesnât remove the toy from your aching nub, rather, moving it even more directly over you, dancing it along with your body as you try to get away. Heâs being so cruel to you, causing this torment of excessive stimulation.
Sunghoon doesnât see it that way though, he knows when you finally relax and ride through the burning, youâll be begging him to keep going. Also, with every thrust of his cock into your tight pussy, he gets a jolt of vibration hitting the end of his shaft, giving him a new sense of pleasure.
He hasnât ever used toys on himself, his hand and you being all he needs, but he might just have to find a few new ways to incorporate some toys into the mix. Perhaps he can convince you to let him use a massager in the future.
Jackhammering into you, he throws his head back, getting lost in the feeling of your walls slamming down on him. Your body is busily thrashing beneath him, only giving the tip of his member new areas to get in amongst.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, Sweets,â he groans out, only going faster and deeper into you. The toy is an excellent companion, however, itâs limiting his horsepower, wishing he could just bend you in half and drive into you with no mercy.Â
Finally, he takes the flower from your clit, and your body instantly relaxes. The cold air whisking over your hot pussy is like breathing in fresh air after being in a stuffy room for too long; itâs heaven.Â
It doesnât take Sunghoon long to find a new purpose for it though, placing it over one of your hardened nipples, âHold that there for me, baby,â he asks, making sure that your nipple is full inside the hole of the toy. You feel the vibrating all the way up to your jaw, but you oblige, anything for him to fuck you like he always does.
Getting into a new position, he finds a new harsher rhythm, his pointed thrusts snapping into you with the purpose of getting you both off. Sunghoonâs entire body is rocking, the bed squeaking lousy under you both, only drowned out by the clusters of your moans.
Before you know it, youâre cumming again, this time, you think youâre going to squirt all over him, the feeling of release far too intense to be a normal few sprits that will coat his cock. Instead, you roar loudly, like no noise youâve ever made before, one of those groans that comes straight from your toes and through your chest. You lose grip of the toy and focus on finding anything to anchor onto, scared you might float away with your second climax.
Hearing you cry out erupts a drive in him, his hips moving into you just as you like it. Flinging your legs over his shoulders, he grabs both of your hands in his and piledrives into you, his lips finding yours in a fevered kiss.Â
You can tell heâs close too, the heavy rise and fall in his chest a dead giveaway. His cock is leaking cum into you in short bursts, causing his hips to jerk quickly into you, almost like heâs trying to make sure his dick is stuck inside you as deep as it can possibly go.Â
âFuck, fuck,â he chants, a little bit of drool falling from his lips which you gladly lick up before slipping your tongue into his mouth. Sunghoon canât stop cumming inside you, each time he thinks heâs finished, a few more ropes escape him.Â
You can feel both of your cum running down your ass cheeks, the escaping liquid running hot as Sunghoon musters up any energy he has left to hold himself above you, âI think I might have set a new record for how much cum can spill from a man,â he laughs, giving you eskimo kisses.
Reaching over, you turn the rose toy off, leaving the room filled with only your intertwined heavy breaths and laughter. You feel so happy in this moment that you could honestly die happily right now.
Sunghoon climbs off you, pulling you up with him, leaving a gentle his on your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to find something to clean you both with. You lean over the bed, finding one of his t-shirts sitting in his suitcase and putting it on your spent body. The best part of spending any form of time with Sunghoon is stealing his clothes.
Walking back in with a face cloth, he wipes your pussy and thighs down, his fingers fishing out any cum remnants left. The sudden curling of his finger makes you clench again, âSorry, Sweets. That was just a lot of cum, need to make sure itâs all out,â he whispers.
âIâll go pee, thatâll help,â you say back, pushing him away to give you a pathway off the bed to excuse yourself to the toilet.
While youâre in there, he tidies up and puts on some fresh boxers, his cock still softening from the intensity of the fucking it just had. As he picks up the rose toy he smiles, chucking it into his case with a promise to use it at least once more before you leave.Â
âTomorrow is a big day, huh?â your voice travels from the bathroom as you wash your hands.Â
âI suppose so,â Sunghoon responds, a little too nonchalant.Â
He should be nervous, itâs a massive competition that is broadcast to thousands. Sure, he has done this a few times but surely with the ankle injury, he should be a bit apprehensive about going out there.Â
You climb onto the bed and sit on his lap, arms circling his neck, âWhy donât you seem worried about this?â you ask, playing with the ends of his dampened hair.
In response, he shrugs, âIâm the number one skater, why should I be?â This isnât his normal cocky attitude, this is something else. He knows something that heâs not telling you.
And youâll be damned if youâre kept in the dark about another thing.
âTell me the truth, Sunghoon. We promised not to lie to one another anymore.â
âItâs not lying if I just withhold information,â he replies, his lips trying to distract you as they pepper kisses up your neck and behind your ear.
But you push him away before you do get too into it, âThat wasnât the case when I âwithheld informationâ about Minhee breaking your skate,â you retort, hating to bring up the past but when push comes to shove, youâll do it.
Closing his eyes, he nods in understanding. Sunghoon knows youâre right, you donât deserve to be in the dark, âIâm throwing the competition tomorrow.â
The room goes quiet as you process his words. At this moment, you feel a sense of burden creeping back onto your body, âWhat do you mean throwing it? You havenât lost a competition like this since you turned 16.â He isnât the Nationâs best skater for nothing, heâs proved time and time again that heâs not to be underestimated.
Suddenly, the conversation with his mum pops back into your head for some reason. Her lack of acknowledgement of Sunghoonâs talents must have been with him for so long - fuck, they might still be with him. Maybe heâs throwing it in defiance?
He sees you think it over and over before he finally interjects, âIâll still place top 3, Sweets. Iâm just making sure he comes first, thatâs all.â
âWhy would you do that? You know if he finds out, heâll be livid.â You canât imagine Minhee ever wishing Sunghoon to yield it so easily, your brother worked too hard to perfect his routine to win by some giveaway.
âOkay,â he breathes out, knowing this conversation is about to get a little difficult, âWe both decided it, actually. That day we went into the coach's office? Yeah, thatâs what he wanted to talk to me about.â
âYou want me to what?â Sunghoon asks, accompanied by a scoff.Â
Minhee bites his tongue from making any rash comment, needing the other skater on his side for his plan to work, âI want you to throw Nationals.âÂ
Letting a venomous laugh out, Sunghoon shakes his head in disbelief, âYouâre seriously asking me to purposefully lose at Nationals after everything youâve done to me? To Y/N? You can forget it.â
Storming off, Sunghoon can barely reach the door before Minhee swings him back around to face him, a fire in his eyes that Sunghoon has never seen before, âLook, this isnât for me. Itâs for Y/N.âÂ
âYeah of cours-â
âLet me fucking finish, Park,â Minhee snaps, his voice raised and arm gripping Sunghoon a little rougher, âY/N told you about our mum, how she has stakes on me winning?â he waits to make sure you did actually have such a conversation with your boyfriend, to which Sunghoon nods, waiting for your brother to continue, âIf I win, she gets a boat load of money, itâs all illegal and there are rules and stakes that I donât even know the full detail of but either way, sheâs playing it dirty with some big bosses. She took money from some guys to put the bets on, yâknow?â
Minheeâs explanation isnât convincing his counterpart, wondering where you come into this, âI donât hear Y/Nâs name in this. If your mum has a gambling addiction, thatâs between her and the guys sheâs fucking over, not my girl.âÂ
âThe bets are in Y/Nâs name.â
âWhat?â Sunghoon yanks his arm from his grasp, stepping back a little, âYou mean sheâs tied up in all of this?â
Nodding, Minhee feels the familiar boil of rage within him. He still canât fully comprehend how his mother could do this to you, she is meant to look after you, not cause you harm, âI know, itâs fucked. If mum loses these bets, guess who everyone is going to be gunning for?â
Sunghoonâs heart quickens, the thought of you being in danger is making him feel sick and the words hang heavily in the air between the two people who love you the most. Your entanglement within this mess of a web was the last thing Sunghoon thought Minhee would say.
âSo if you win, and she gets the moneyâŠâ
âThen they get their cut. Happy days, my sister is no longer in danger,â Minhee rubs his temples, trying to give his brain a moment to gather itself before he divulges the rest, âIâm telling you this because I know you love her and as I said, youâd be doing this for her.âÂ
There is so much to think about that Sunghoonâs brain is sparking out a little, but one thing is for certain, he is going to do everything in his power to protect you, âFine. Iâll lose. But how do we know your mum wonât do something else?â
âI donât,â Minhee confesses truthfully. He has no idea if sheâll even give the men their cut once he wins, âIâm gonna tell her that I know about her gambling and the illegality of it all, hope that scares her enough to not try and fuck any of us over, yâknow?â
âThatâs all youâre going to do? The love of my life is out there with a target on her back and youâre just going with a presumption that sheâll back off by a threat?â There is steam coming from Sunghoonâs head and his fists are balled up in rage. This isnât something to be taken lightly.
Minhee holds in his frustration, knowing Sunghoon is only looking out for you, but the lack of faith in him is making it increasingly difficult to keep his cool, âShe might be your girlfriend, but sheâs my sister, alright. I have been doing everything in my willpower to keep her safe since we were littleâŠListen, I know my mum, sheâs scared and I can see it. Sheâs way deeper into this than she knows how to deal with, she wants that money and to get away from those gambling sharks, yeah? My mum wonât do anything like this again, I feel it.â
Itâs a hunch, a loose, untrusted huch, but itâs all heâs got. He just wants to protect you right here and now. If your mum stoops low enough to bring you back into a mess like this, heâll sort it when the time comes.
Seeing Minheeâs resolve, the raven-haired boy retracts, calming down. He knows Minhee is trying his best, and if he can keep you out of immediate danger by coming in second at a competition, he will gladly do it.
You sit still, processing the bomb that has just been dropped on you. The gambles being in your name is something you had no idea about, hence why they probably didnât tell you about this grand plan.Â
What does someone even do in this situation?Â
Sunghoon rubs your arm reassuringly, trying to get you to speak or even make a noise of acknowledgement. He canât imagine how difficult it must be to hear this for the first time but he knew that he couldnât tell you; if he let you in on Minhee and his secret, you would have tried to solve the problem yourself, to help everyone else in the situation as best you can, and he couldnât watch you do that, not when none of this was your fault.
âDonât throw it,â you say firmly.Â
Sunghoon freezes, his hand stilling on your arm as he looks at you, surprise evident in his eyes. He hadn't expected those to be the first words to break the heavy silence that enveloped the room, âWhat the fuck are you talking about? Are you crazy?âÂ
Perhaps you are, but you canât watch anyone sacrifice their livelihood, especially a chance of gold at Nationals, just for you. Itâs selfish, on both your part and your mother's. No, you didnât ask to be put in this situation, but there was something you could do now.
Unfortunately, this is what Sunghoon was afraid of.
âYou saw Minheeâs skate, heâs phenomenal. I want him to win this properly,â you confess quietly, still struggling with the information relayed to you only minutes ago.
âWhat about your mum? Sweets, this is a full-proof plan to get you both away from your mum, to let you both live without her mess,â his left hand cradles your cheek as he moves closer to you, as if hearing the solution from a closer distance would suddenly help change your mind.
It wonât, youâre determined to have this conversation end your way the only option forward is, âPlease, Hoonie. If he loses, we will deal with itâŠbut I believe in Mini so much, especially after seeing the rehearsal a few weeks ago. I want him to know he can win this on his own merit.â Your eyes search for any ounce of understanding.
Sunghoon's brow furrows in frustration, his mind racing with the weight of the decision before you both. He wants nothing more than to protect you, to shield you from harm, but he also knows that he doesnât want to upset you and go against your wishes.
Taking a deep breath, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his embrace offering silent reassurance and support. "Okay," he says finally, his voice tinged with resignation. "We'll do it your way. I wonât throw the competition but ONLY if he does well. Heâs on before me on the card so Iâll make the call then,â he can barely believe heâs agreeing to this.
A mixture of relief and fear wash over you. You understand the gravity of his concession, knowing that it's not an easy decision for him to make. It fills you with gratitude that he actually listened to you.
"Thank you, Hoonie," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you lean into his embrace, seeking solace in his comforting presence. "I promise, we'll figure this out together. And Minhee... he'll do amazing, I just know it.â
The belief you have in your brother is something Sunghoon only wished for growing up, seeing how determined you are to make sure Minhee knows heâs talented enough to win and solve this mess by just being good at what he does makes your boyfriend a little envious. He knows why Minhee is so protective of you, but now seeing how you protect and only do the right thing for one another, putting your sibling before anything else, itâs admirable.
âWhat time is he on?â you ask, twiddling with the hem of your shirt.
â2:35pm. Iâm on at 3:45pm so Iâll see the scores and whatever in plenty of time to determine what to do.â There is a new sense of life in Sunghoon, certain that no matter what happens tomorrow, heâs going to make sure you and Minhee walk out happily, with no worries perched on your shoulders.
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Midas Touch [pt.2] | n romanoff
Part 1 | Part 2
Summary: How is Y/n supposed to process the events of the last 24 hours when life wants to continue as normal? Her head is a total mess but the two people she is closest to are the ones most responsible. In a room full of people, she is the most alone
Warnings: bad coping mechanisms, shitty husband, cheating, mentions of an injury
Pairings: James Barnes x wife!reader, maid!Natasha Romanoff x mistress!reader
wc: 5k
Note: hello :) I am back! This is nowhere near as good as I want it to be but I need to get back into writing so I pushed myself to write this :) I hope you enjoy and thank you for all the love on the first part of âMidas Touchâ
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If Y/n Barnes was a master of one thing, it was pushing her feelings so far down they didnât dare bob above the surface even just an inch. There was no tell-tale sign of what had happened the previous nightâŠ
⊠except for the dark bruise scattered nicely across her high cheekbone.
James didnât return home that night so Y/n woke up to an empty bed. It wasnât the first time, and certainly wouldnât be the last, but the vast expanse of the egyptian cotton bed sheets encased her body like a glove, and pulling herself out would be an impossible task.
Natasha knocked on the door at 10am, her uniform ironed to a crisp perfection. Flashes of last night blurred through her mind but she cleared her thoughts with a deep breath and pushed the heavy door open after a suitable and swift knock. She headed straight to the long curtains that concealed the balcony doors and tugged them open to allow a small strip of light to dance across the oak floors.
âGood morning, Mrs Barnes,â she spoke gently, watching her mistress smooth her hands over her mussed up hair. The same soft hair sheâd felt beneath her own fingertips in an entirely new way. âWe have plenty of time, but I would like to remind you that you have your Vanity Fair photoshoot today.â
Y/n groaned and shuffled up to prop her torso up against the thick pillows, the strap of her nightdress falling down her shoulder slightly. âDid we not reschedule that?â She asked, large eyes following Natasha like a hawk.
âIâm afraid not, maâam,â Natasha replied with a grimace. Y/n rolled her eyes, again, and blindly gestured for Natasha to bring her robe over. Whilst the spring days were getting warmer, mornings still carried a cooler breeze that felt rather harsh if you were dressed in nothing but a silk slip. âI can still call ahead and see-â
âThereâs no need. Itâs just a photoshoot, not the end of the world.â Y/nâs bleary eyes were still half closed as Natasha approached, rather hesitantly, with the feathered robe draped over one arm. She reprimanded herself to stay professional but as their eyes met, she couldnât help but see the helpless expression that she saw in them only hours before, the same one she fell for without considering the repercussions. Natasha was sure Y/n could hear how loudly her heart was beating behind her blouse and she waited for a remark or look that would truly test her to the limit, yet nothing came.
Y/n accepted the robe with a tight lipped smile and moved into the bathroom without another word. Natasha couldnât help but linger on the blue bruise in contrast with her pale skin, but she knew not to mention it. It was just another elephant in the room, which was turning into quite the zoo now.
Photoshoot preparation was fairly minimal as hair and makeup would be taken care of on set, so Natasha just focussed on preparing breakfast and briefing Y/n on everything she needed to know.
â- and I think thatâs everything,â Natasha said, placing her pen down on the table. âOh, um, well, there is one more thing, butâŠâ
âSpit it out, Natasha, we really donât have all day.â Y/n peered over the top of her large framed sunglasses with a raised brow, watching as the redhead cowered slightly under her gaze. âWhat is it?â
Natasha swallowed and started to fiddle with her nails under the table. Why was this so hard? âItâs just your⊠cheek, maâam. Would you rather we covered it up here to avoid any suspicions, or we could create a cover story? Perhaps you were hit with a tennis ball-â
Y/n held up her index finger, effectively cutting Natasha off mid ramble. The stress was evident in her tone and it was slightly irritating to the young woman who had managed to distance herself from everything rather quickly. Sure, the ache on one side of her face was still there and served as a harsh reminder of what her life was, but she had a part to play, and nothing, not even Natasha, would get in the way of that.
âI donât care,â Y/n stated bluntly, pushing her sunglasses up into her freshly washed hair. âYou can do both, cover it up and make up a story.â Her tone was blasĂ© and Natasha frowned, unsure of how to handle her next words. âItâs not a big deal, so please donât turn it into one. And James cannot know that you know, okay, or he will fire you if he finds out.â
Her words were like a kick to the stomach and Natasha nodded swiftly before busying herself with collecting the breakfast tray. Despite being the one to end their kiss last night and cement to Y/n that it was wrong, there was still a part of her that clung on to their relationship being forever changed for the better and she yearned for that feeling theyâd shared only hours previous. But Y/n cooler demeanour squashed all hope and she even wondered if it all had been a dream. If it wasnât for the bruise, maybe she would have been convinced.
Natasha didnât utter another word about it, instead immersing herself into preparations. Y/n was typing away on her phone on the drive over, so Natasha stole thirty minutes to continue with her book. But the words on the pages were simply just that, she couldnât focus on more than a paragraph. She was hyper aware of the heeled foot bobbing out the corner of her eye where Y/n had one leg crossed over the other as she scrolled through her phone, and how if they were only a few inches closer it would be brushing against her calf. But Natasha shook her thoughts away as they pulled up to the studio and fetched the bags as Y/nâs publicist greeted them at the door.
Natasha was directed to the dressing room, the kind of place she was familiar with, and she laid out her things before hovering by the door. Her role during photoshoots was minimal, and quite frankly she didnât need to be there, but Y/n always requested her presence as a sense of comfort and familiarity. Things got overwhelming quickly on set.
âOh thank god, I thought youâd got lost,â Y/n breathed as she spotted Natasha by the soft couch, hands clasped over her lap. âI have a favour to ask.â
âOkay, what is it?â
Y/n peeked down the hallway before quickly closing the door, allowing them a moment of privacy before the chaos ensued. âWill you stay with me all day?â Her voice was quiet, like she was afraid to admit it. Natashaâs eyes softened and she nodded. âItâs just- Iâve never felt as safe with someone as I do with you, and after yesterday I-â
âItâs okay, Iâll be right here, and Iâll hover on set so Iâm never far away. And Iâve already sent the message around so no one will ask about your cheek.â Y/n smiled gratefully, counting her blessings for how lucky she was to have Natasha in her life. She went above and beyond her duties and had the kindest heart, one that captured Y/n more than she cared to admit.
Their sweet moment was cut short as a knock on the door sounded, promptly followed by the entry of the glam team. Y/n was swooped away into hair and makeup, a simple yet versatile look that could be adapted to fit each outfit. Natasha watched like a hawk, scanning Y/nâs body language for any signs of discomfort. But her mistress was also a professional when it came to performing in public, so no outsider would ever know what was bubbling beneath the surface. She chatted and laughed with her stylists just like any other day, complimenting the soft waves in her hair and the shade of blush used on her cheeks.
The shoot itself harnessed the light and airy feel of summer, utilising bright colours and soft prints that complimented Y/nâs complexion perfectly. Sheâd worked with the photographer a few times before, with James too, so they worked naturally together, her features enhanced by his skill and her ease in which she posed.
The camera adored her. Which wasnât surprising, Y/n really was gorgeous. Each outfit fitted her body like a glove and she gazed down the lens with such a sultry look that Natasha shifted in her seat a few times. She watched, mesmerised - this part of her job never got old.
Natasha had come crashing down overnight, the one small taste of her mistress that sheâd managed to get had got her addicted and the way the redhead looked at her was far from professional, no matter how hard she tried.
And life wasnât helping her case either. Not when Y/n came strutting out in her final outfit, a light blue silk dress with a dangerously low back and swooping neckline. She locked eyes with Natasha and winked as the make up artist added a final coat of lipstick before stepping back to allow the set to be empty. Y/n turned at an angle to the camera and looked back over her shoulder, eyes gazing off away from the lens⊠and straight to Natasha. Her soft eyeliner brought out the colours in her eyes in the most gorgeous way and they seemed to sparkle in the studio lights as she turned and posed, all whilst looking directly at her maid.
Anyone looking at the meek redhead in the corner would just see a maid on duty. No one would be able to see the way her eyes followed where Y/nâs hands went, knowing sheâd held them in hers only hours before. Nor would they see how she stared at her slightly parted lips whilst remembering the way they felt on her own. How gentle and delicate they felt, a wild contrast to her captivating and consuming presence that made everyone on set stop and stare. Y/n had finally trusted someone to see her vulnerable and Natasha treasured it like a precious stone, keeping it near and dear to her heart.
The day wrapped after a few hours and Y/n changed straight into a bikini before heading down to the pool, her hair loose and still curled from the shoot. The water was always her preferred way of unwinding and Natasha gave her some space to be alone for a while, something that rarely happened in her hectic life.
The house was peaceful as the afternoon sun warmed the patio where Y/n resided, her legs dangling into the crystal pool water below. Her large sunglasses stopped the glare from blinding her and she moved her feet slowly, following the ripples that she created. There was nothing to be heard but the birds in the trees and the occasional clink of crockery as the chefs prepared a light dinner. Natasha stayed back, her chair placed in the shade to save her delicately pale skin from the harsh sun rays. She didnât tan like Y/n did, and looking like a lobster was not on her to do list for the week.
But her seat still gave her an amazing view and as Y/n stood up to refill her glass, Natasha took the time to admire her toned body and how it glistened from the tanning oil. Every piece of exposed skin looked smooth and she knew it would feel just as soft under her fingertips.
Her attentive ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps across the marble floors and Natasha sat up a little straighter as James appeared in the doorway. He was focused on the woman by the pool, her damp hair sticking to her exposed back as it dried in the heat. With four strides he was at the pool edge, saying something that made Y/n climb to her feet.
Natasha was used to their PDA, but this one felt wrong to watch. The second their lips touched, she brought her book closer, trying to distract herself. But the more she thought about it, the more she couldnât keep looking away. She saw how Jamesâ hand instantly found the curve of Y/nâs lower back and pressed her body into him as he held the back of her head to kiss her. Natasha saw Y/n almost melted into his touch and she cursed how natural they looked. Was everything okay with them? Had Y/n really pushed her pain that far down that she could forgive her husband in two seconds? Or was this all just an act that the couple had perfected over time because this had been happening a lot longer than Natasha knew. She dreaded to consider the latter but the sinking feeling in her stomach wouldnât let it go.
At the poolside, Y/n finally pulled away from James, her lips slightly numb. âWhere were you?â she muttered quietly, not fully looking him in the eye as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip.
âWork, doll, you know how hectic it gets sometimes.â There was something off about him, but Y/n was too exhausted to pry so she let her eyes fall to the exposed chain resting on his chest thanks to the buttons undone on his shirt. âHave you been good today?â
âHad a photoshoot,â Y/n replied, and James tensed, gripping her waist firmer as he waited for her next words. âThe one for Vanity Fairâs cover next month.â
James grunted in response and dragged his hand up his wifeâs body, raking in her figure in her small black bikini. Natasha watched over the top of her book, perplexed. No one could see how uncomfortable Y/n was as Jamesâ hand gripped the back of her neck and guided her inside, her facade was good, but she prayed it would be obvious as they passed the redhead who could only pretend she didnât see them. Y/n desperately tried to make eye contact with her maid but Natasha ignored her, sending a shudder down her spine as Jamesâ grip hardened.
âWhy are you so quiet today? Cat got your tongue?â James asked once the bedroom door was closed and the couple were finally alone. Y/n lingered by the bed as he discarded his button down shirt in exchange for a lighter and more simple one. âI asked you a question, Y/n.â
âIâm just tired from the shoot,â she replied, eyes flitting over his muscular back. âAnd the constant dodging of questions.â Y/n saw the way he froze, still with his back turned, and the confidence that had blossomed in her chest for a moment was snuffed out.
âExcuse me?â
Her chest heaved as her breathing sped up but she stood her ground, using the mattress behind her knees for support. âItâs hard to lie through my teeth when people are asking about the bruise on my face and I canât tell them it was my husband. Photoshop is really going to save you-â
âWhat did you tell them?â James demanded as he stormed over, towering over her as he gripped her upper arm. âDid you dare?â
âI told them it was a tennis ball.â Relief flooded Jamesâ face and he let her go, creating space between them. Y/n saw the way he looked at her cheek that was still covered with makeup. âDidnât want to risk getting another one if you found out Iâd told the truth.â The words were out before she could stop them and Y/n braced herself for the impact, expecting the inevitable.
But it didnât come.
A hand touched her cheek, making her flinch, before it slid down to her waist and James knelt before her, his head resting on her bare stomach. His sudden change was unnerving and Y/n didnât know what to do. He was leaning against her like a child, apologising and mumbling like a madman, and part of her wanted to push him away, but it would be a step too far. She just stood and listened to his apologies, once again blaming his work for making him aggressive and swearing that heâd never lay a hand on her again.
Part of her believed him, the naive part, but as she screwed her eyes shut, all she saw was Natasha. How gentle her touch was, something James could never do. He was always rough, no matter what, his hands calloused from years of fighting. The way Natashaâs palm felt against her burning cheeks would never be matched by anyone else and no matter how hard Y/n tried to imagine that the hands that were running across her back now belonged to her maid, she knew what Natashaâs touch was like and she couldnât pretend anymore.
The moment the kisses started across her lower stomach, Y/n pushed Jamesâ head away and sat down on the soft duvet, taking his hand in hers.
âItâs okay, I forgive you.â
Lies.
But for the sake of her life and safety, it was all she could say.
James was no knight in shining armour, despite his skillset. No, her true saviour knocked on the door in that moment, knocking the air out of her lungs as she breathed a sigh of relief. Natasha knew not to enter unless ordered, so Y/n scurried to the door and visibly softened at the sight of the redhead whoâs cheeks were slightly flushed.
Right, Y/n was still in her bikini.
âIâm just here to say that dinner is ready and on the patio when you both are available,â she announced, smiling politely at James who had joined his wife at the door, his hand sliding around her waist possessively. âChef prepared those oysters you requested, Mr Barnes.â
âThank you, Natasha, Y/n and I will be right there.â The redhead didnât linger, instead disappearing back down the stairs in a hurry.
âIâm just going to get changed, Iâll meet you down there,â Y/n said, wriggling out of his hold as soon as she could. âDonât wait for me.â
âDonât be too long, doll. Iâve missed you.â
He certainly had an odd way of showing that, considering he had disappeared for over twelve hours with not a word. But, once again, Y/n pushed that out of her mind and slipped on a simple white cover-up that was modest enough for dinner and padded downstairs to the patio where James had already tucked into his food. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a kiss, more of a display to the staff around them than anything else.
Seafood was never Y/nâs preference, so once she was sat across the table, her fork picked at parts of the salad, occasionally stomaching an oyster that James pushed her way. He glanced at her plate with a frown
âAre you on a new diet?â
Y/n almost dropped her fork and quickly fumbled to catch it before it clattered to the floor. âNo,â she replied, mortified. âShould I be?â
James just shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he took a swig of his drink. His tanned chest was exposed and he revelled in the feeling of the sun on his skin, something he missed working in an office all day.
âThatâs not up to me. I just want you to look good.â His vague response left a sour taste in Y/n mouth and she shifted in her seat uncomfortably, subtly adjusting the way the cover-up sat around her stomach.
âThen why did you ask?â Her mind cast back to the earlier photoshoot and the tight fitting clothes sheâd squeezed into per the stylistâs request. Did they all think she needed to be on a diet too?
âYouâre so sensitive,â James replied, wiping his mouth on a napkin. âIt was just a question, just eat your food, doll. Or donât, I donât care.â Y/n looked down at her dish and pushed a cherry tomato around before eventually dropping her fork to the side with a clink. Despite how fresh her salad tasted, Jamesâ words sank to her stomach like a stone and she felt disgusted at the thought. âWhat are you doing on Friday night?â
âI donât think Iâve got anything planned, but Iâll need to check with Natasha-â
âYouâre coming to the charity ball with me.â It wasnât a request, it was a demand, and Y/n just nodded. âRogers said itâs non-negotiable and you know how much I love having you on my arm. Rumlow will be there too, which is a bonus.â Y/nâs stomach lurched at the thought of seeing that man again. He was far too handsy for her liking and had zero respect for women, especially her. âItâll give me another chance to show you off and put that asshole in his place.â
âJames, you know I donât feel comfortable around him-â
âI know, doll. But youâve got me to protect you,â he countered, subtly flexing his arm that was placed behind his head.
But his words didnât fill her with much hope. She hated feeling so helpless, but being surrounded by the men that James was associated with through work was like being surrounded by bears in a forest. How could she rely on her husband to keep her safe when he was now part of the reason why her hands shook? His slap had knocked her confidence away just like it did her breath, and the determination and independence sheâd felt a few days ago was now nowhere to be seen. And she hated it.
âMay I be excused?â Y/n asked, already feeling restless in her seat. James nodded and muttered something about a call, but she was already out of earshot by the time heâd finished.
Her legs didn't carry her up to her room like she expected. Instead, she found herself down the least familiar hallway, stopping outside a door sheâd only knocked on once before.
A faint rustling was heard before the door flew open and Natashaâs face morphed from surprise to confusion at the sight of her mistress in the staff quarters.
âCan I come in? Please?â Neither Y/n or James ever ventured into the staff quarters, nevermind the rooms, but Natasha stepped aside and allowed her to enter, excusing how bare her room was.
âIs everything okay? You could have called for me.â
Y/n shook her head as she admired the neatness of Natashaâs living quarters. Her surfaces were dust free and bed made to perfection. âI don't know, I just wanted to get away from everything. And youâre the only person I could think of.â
Natasha frowned, her brows creasing as she watched her mistress peering out of the window at the gardens below. Y/n sensed her close presence and turned to face her, scanning her face and more importantly her eyes. A gentle hand raised to smooth the lines between the redheadâs brows upon instinct before Natasha stepped away, effectively placing a blockage between them.
âWe should go somewhere else, Y/n, you shouldnât be here.â It all felt wrong yet right and Natasha was so conscious of someone walking in on them. âCome, we can sit on the balcony.â
Y/n shook her head desperately. âNo, James is out there on a call and I canât face him right now. I donât want to feel like Iâm being watched anymore but thereâs nowhere else I can go except to you and I shouldnât, but you donât understand, I canât-â
âY/n, breathe, itâs okay, I wonât make you go anywhere. What happened?â
âItâs pathetic,â she replied, adjusting the neckline of her coverup. âIâm just being ridiculous and sensitive, just like he said.â
âJames?â Natasha probed, wishing she had been out on the patio to hear the conversation that had clearly shaken her mistress. âWhat did he say?â
âHe just said something about a diet and I overreacted and asked if I should be on one and he got mad and I donât know what the fuck is going on with me.â
âHe said you should be on a diet?â Natasha repeated in disbelief. That was another score for the James Barnes hate chart, and if he didnât pay her wages sheâd have acted on her impulses a long time ago. They never quite saw eye to eye.
Y/n winced, feeling guilty for making the situation seem worse. A messy mind led to messy conversations and she just wanted to stop. âNo, he-â
âSo he said he doesnât want you on one?â
âWell, not exactly, but that's all I can think about now. He wants me to look good, Iâm his wife for godâs sake, I have to.â Her voice cracked and Y/n turned away from Natasha, moving back towards the door as doubt began to set in. âBut what if Iâm not enough, or perfect enough for him anymore? â
Natasha had to fight to stop herself from speaking the words on her mind and she bit her lip. âNo, Y/n, you are beautiful just the way you are. You donât need a diet or anything like that,â she spoke softly. The other woman didnât look convinced, so Natasha carefully stood up and opened her closet door to reveal a small mirror about Ÿ of a full length. âHere, let me show you something.â
âNatasha, I canât-â
âY/n, pleaseâŠâ she trailed off, holding out her hand patiently. She wasnât about to force her to do anything, Natasha could see the cogs whirring in her busy mind and knew what she was fighting. Half of her wanted to go and find James and kick him in the balls, just like she wanted to last night, but she was here for Y/n. Not him.
âI shouldnât even be here, this was stupid-â
âNo,â Natasha interrupted, stopping Y/n in her tracks. âWhatâs stupid is James making you feel as worthless as you do. Why do you listen to him?â Y/n avoided her gaze, choosing instead to twist her wedding ring around her finger, it suddenly feeling heavier than usual. âDo you not see how beautiful you are? How you give your heart out to anyone who needs it without caring what state it is in when you get it back? Do you not see that you are so much more than just his wife?â Natashaâs words were true, but they fell upon deaf ears and Y/n shook her head, reaching for the doorknob whilst trying to hide her trembling hands.
âIâm sorryâŠâ she mumbled, not giving Natasha a chance to stop her before slipping back out into the hallway where she came from.
Natasha watched the door close dejectedly, her heart sinking. âDo you not see how much I love you?â
Y/n sped down the hallway with glassy eyes, her head more clouded than ever. She had so many questions, but who was she to ask when the two closest to her were the ones completely messing with her head, tugging it in opposite directions until the rope threatened to snap. She barely registered travelling back upstairs until she reached the bedroom door and threw it open without a care. Jamesâ head turned at the noise and he spoke down the phone before hanging up and followed Y/n into her dressing room.
Y/n was completely lost with her thoughts when she felt his hands on her and barely reacted to his touch. His lips trailed up her neck to her ear and she tilted her head back purely on instinct. She felt too numb for this, but let him continue because she was his wife and that was her job. Nothing sparked her brain when he pulled her coverup off or when he picked her up and placed her on the dresser in the middle of the room. It was all muscle memory and he was too focused to notice her lack of enthusiasm.
How could so much change in twenty four hours? She lived an amazing life, incredibly privileged, so why wasnât she happy? Couples fight all the time, her husband was an aggressive man, but a single slap didnât mean much in the grand scheme of things. Sheâd get over it and maybe James would go back to being the loving husband he was before.
But even now, as his calloused hands pulled off her bikini top and pressed his lips to her soft skin, she doubted that her life would ever go back to the way it was. Not now that she had Natasha.
Yet that was nothing more than a fruitless desire. Because, despite her comebacks and displays of confidence towards her husband, he was more powerful than she would ever be and had the ability to ruin her life if she went against his wishes.
Was it worth it? Y/n really wasnât sure. She would never be certain.
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Oh professor?
pairing: mutant!reader x professor!logan
warnings: age gap (everyone is 18+) slight dubcon , unprotected sex, degrading and praise, rough sex
notes: im surprised yâall liked the first part!! So since im nice iâm putting out part two! This is part one go read that first!!
Itâs been a couple of days since the incident in Professor Loganâs classroom. Something that hadnât left your mind for a couple of days now all you could think of was that intimate moment you shared with him, it felt wrong because he was your professor, but also right and away felt like he could take care of you and pleasure you nobody else could.ïżŒ
So you made the executive decision to avoid him at all costs not because you were afraid of him or anything but because you didnât want to risk your reputation or his reputation to be tarnished over some sexual experience. Many of the girls in your class found him attractive. They always said very sexual jokes about him and within earshot of you trying to predict things about his body and what he would do to you in bed, but you can only laugh along, pretending like you didnât try to make out with him while getting calculus help ïżŒ
Unfortunately, you had to come to class due to the fact youâre having a final today and not other than Loganâs class. And the back of your head like he planned final this on purpose, but you know you were just being overdramatic because all of your finals were today due to the curriculum standards taking your final towards the end of the semester. Logan stood at the front of the classroom, his eyes scanning the rows of students. The room was filled with the usual chatter and rustling of papers, but his focus was on one person in particular. Y/N sat in the middle row, her head slightly bowed as she scribbled notes. He could see the tension in her posture and the way her fingers gripped the pen tightly. His heart ached with a mixture of guilt and longing.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and the room fell silent. Logan cleared his throat, his voice steady as he began passing out the test. But his mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the previous day. The near-kiss, the knock at the door, the aching need that still lingered like an unfulfilled promise. He couldn't let it go on like this. He had to confront her, especially since he noticed the effect on himself and her. As the class progressed, Logan found himself glancing at Y/N more often than he should. Each time their eyes met, she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. It was clear she was just as affected by their encounter as he was. By the time the lecture was halfway through, he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
"Y/N," he called out, his voice cutting through the silence. "Could you come up here for a moment?" The room fell into an uneasy hush as all eyes turned to her. Y/N hesitated, her breath catching in her throat, before slowly standing and making her way to the front. Logan watched her approach, noting the way her skirt swayed with each step, the subtle curve of her hips drawing his gaze. When she reached him, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her perfume intoxicating." Is something wrong, Professor?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Logan shook his head, his eyes locked on hers. " I need to talk to you. After class.â
He looked at her up and down noticing the cute pleated skirt she was wearing with a black t-shirt with a lace ribbon hem with you pulled into a slick black ponytail that was curled tightly. He had thoughts of just fucking you senselessly on his desk for the whole world to see but he keeps himself composed giving Y/N a cold and husky look as he motions for her to sit down. Y/Nâs mind was bustling with several different thoughts. Logan was so vague about what he had to talk to her about, but she had a feeling it was about to kiss they almost shared a couple of days ago. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the lecture, but her thoughts kept drifting back to that moment.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Students began packing up their things, chatting amongst themselves as they left the room. Y/N stayed seated, her hands trembling slightly as she waited for Logan to dismiss her. When the last student had exited, Logan closed the door behind them and turned to face her. "Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Y/N hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking towards him. As she approached, Logan's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail. He could feel the heat rising within him, the desire building in his chest. He wanted her, and he wasn't going to waste any time. "Sit," he ordered, pointing to the edge of his desk. Y/N obeyed, her legs brushing against the cool surface as she perched on the edge. Logan moved closer, his hands resting on either side of her hips. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something else that drove him wild. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"Do you know why I called you here?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. Y/N shook her head, her eyes wide with anticipation. "No, Professor," Logan smirked, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. "I think you do doll.â Y/N looked up at Logan feeling her heart beat out of her chest. Logan held Y/Nâs chin looking into their eyes before speaking. âI know you stare at me darling and that little stunt you pulled a few days ago. I was perplexed why my star student would need help with something as easy as my calculus homework. You just wanted private attention but couldnât admit it.â Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "Yes, Professor. I shouldnât attempted to â
Before she could finish her statement, his lips were on hers, pressing hard against her mouth. Y/N gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch. âStop talking. Let me give you that private lesson you have been wantingâ Logan said caressing her cheek. His hands moved to cup her breasts through her shirt. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing them to harden instantly. Y/N arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, her breath coming in short gasps. Logan's hands moved lower, slipping under her skirt to find the lace of her panties. He traced the edge of the fabric with his fingers, teasing her sensitive skin. "I barely touched you and you are already soaked. I didnât know you were such a whore." he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
Y/N whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. "Please, Professor..." Logan grinned, his fingers dipping beneath the lace to stroke her clit. âWhat do you want darling? Come on tell me what you want with that pretty mouth of yoursâ. She bit her lip, her eyes pleading with him. "I want you...inside me.â
Logan's cock twitched at her words, and he quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. He positioned himself between her thighs, his tip pressing against her entrance. Y/N gasped, her hands gripping his arms as he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, her tightness gripping him like a vice. "Oh God," she whispered, her nails digging into his skin. Logan grunted, his hips thrusting forward as he buried himself deep inside her. He held still for a moment, savoring the feel of her around him, before pulling out and thrusting back in with more force. Y/N cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as he pounded into her, his pace relentless.
"You like that, don't you doll ?" he growled, his voice rough with exertion. Y/N nodded, her eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. "Yes, Professor...so good..." Logan's hands gripped her hips, lifting her slightly as he continued to fuck her with abandon. He could feel his own release building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust. He wanted to make this last, to draw out her pleasure as long as possible, but the sight of her writhing beneath him, her cries of passion filling the room, was too much to resist.
âCome on my cock doll! I know a good girl like you can" he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. Y/N cried out, her body tensing as she came hard around his cock. Logan followed immediately, his own orgasm ripping through him as he spilled deep inside her. He collapsed against her, his breathing heavy as he struggled to regain control. Y/N lay there, her body trembling with aftershocks, her mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. Logan pulled out slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached down, wiping away the evidence of their encounter with his thumb before licking it clean.
"That was just the beginning," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Y/N shivered, her heart pounding in her chest. "What do you mean?"
Logan smiled, a dark glint in his eyes. "I have plans for you, Y/N. My precious star student. Why donât you run along now. You have combat training in an hour go get cleaned up and I will see you in tomorrow bright and early dollface.â
Y/N quickly readjusted her clothes and got her stuff before scurrying out of Loganâs class with a slight limp from taking him. Logan let out a faint chuckle before putting on his readers and adjusting them before grading some papers.
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ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 002 ! inconveniently convenient
PAIRING idols riki x fem reader
SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mcâs together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.
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with the managerâs permission, you and minji left the dorm to walk together to the local convenience store.
âlook, they have an enhypen lucky draw event here.â she pointed out as you both walked past it by the entrance.
âcan we get one on the way out?â your eyes lit up at the mention of it, while you followed minji down the produce aisle. âsure, why not.â
the two of you picked out a few snacks and some drinks for the dorm until you began making your way to the cash register to check out. âwould you like to buy a bag today for 500 won?â the clerk asked with a cheerful tone. âyes please.â
âyour total is 35,500 won. also- i donât mean to intrude. but i am a big fan. you guys did so good performing at music bank today!â she encouraged.
âaw, thank you so much!â minji smiled with a wave, paying for the groceries before following you to the lucky draw machine.
you each pressed the button once, flipping the photocards over so you couldnât see who you got. on the count of three, you both turned it over, revealing your pulls. you had gotten sunghoon, and minji had pulled riki.
âoh, itâs your boyfriend. here, keep it.â she teased with a smirk. but as soon as minji slightly looked at the person behind you, her face fell.
âwow. heâs pretty handsome.â a voice from behind you called out.
you were mortified. as soon as you turned around, you were met with none other than-
â-riki! poor yn. youâre scaring her!â jungwon frowned, lightly slapping rikiâs arm with the back of his hand. âsorry about that.â he apologized on the younger boyâs behalf.
âno worries. iâm sorry. you really caught me off guard.â you smiled.
âsuddenly i feel underdressed.â minji joked as she gestured to jungwon, who still hadnât changed out the stage outfit he wore on music bank.
âoh, not at all. if anything, iâm overdressed.â he waved. ânormally iâd change as soon as we get home, but practice ran late. and this one here was hogging the shower as soon as he was first inside the dorm.â jungwon nudged rikiâs stomach.
while they became immersed in their own conversations, riki moved closer to you, wanting to engage with you as well.
âhey, good job today at mubank. nice to know you find me.. charming.â he winked.
âgosh. if i hear someone say music bank one more time, i might just die. it was awful.â you groaned.
âi thought it was pretty cute.â he shrugged.
âwhat are you guys doing here anyway?â you asked, changing the topic. âitâs pretty late.â
âoh. jungwon got the penalty to buy everyone food, since he was last to the dorms. but i came because he never knows where to find the japanese snacks. good thing i didnât stay home though.â riki gestured to you who currently held his photocard in your card.
âsorry about today. i was really nervous..â you looked down, scratching the back of your neck.
he tilted his head in confusion, before using his hand to tilt your chin up. âyeah, no kidding. you were practically shaking the whole interview.â riki pouted.
you groaned as you suddenly felt shy yet again, beginning to bring your hand up to cover your face once more. only riki had held your wrist, bringing your arm down.
âstop avoiding me. itâs okay. weâre all like that at first.â he comforted.
and suddenly, you felt better.
âhey, weâre gonna go now.â jungwon informed. âletâs walk back together? i mean, we live in the same building anyway.â
surely, you were bound to be recognized. but you couldnât bring yourself to care in the moment. you laughed freely as riki joked with you, walking shoulder to shoulder together as minji and jungwon were a bit more ahead.
âyou know, i was pretty nervous too. at the interview. to think that i got to be next to you, let alone have the yoon yn stare at me whenever i spoke? dream come true.â he clutched his chest, faking a fainting motion.
âyouâre just saying that to make me feel better.â you rolled your eyes playfully.
âno, really. iâm dead serious. why do you think i kept making eye contact with you?â
and suddenly the world stopped spinning once more. you smiled as you felt rikiâs arm wrap around your upper half, securing you as you walked towards the entrance of the building together.
you screamed into the pillow yet again, but this time, not out of embarrassment or fear.
âwhatâs going on?â hanni asked, coming out the bathroom with a sheet mask on.
she took a seat next to you and hyein on her bed, while minji, danielle, and haerin stayed on danielleâs bed.
âwhen we went to the store, we ran into jungwon and riki. they were talking to each other the entire time. jungwon and i saw them literally making heart eyes.â minjiâs lips curled into a smirk, as she took a spoonful from her pudding cup.
âno kidding.. check this out!â hyein called out, gesturing for everyone to gather around her as she held out her phone.
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