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burrowdarling · 2 days ago

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Like I Do (18+)

Summary: It had been a rough time for you since the Bengals season came to an end, it felt like nothing could go your way. Instead of letting Joe in, you shut him out. He takes his time showing you what you mean to him the best way he knows how.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfriend!reader

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: oral (female receiving), praise, dirty talk, feeling down, negative talk, definitely missing stuff so MDNI

Note: Hi! Surprise! This was something that came to mind and I just sat and busted it out while watching the games today. I do still have a texting fic coming out in the morning as planned, so take this as a bonus. I hope you all enjoy! (not proofread, apologies!)

Word Count: 3.2k

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You started the week, feeling like you could take on the world. You made a plan, things seemed to be going well enough at work, it was as if nothing could bring you down from your high. Except there was something and that feeling of invincibility didn’t last very long unfortunately. After the games on Sunday, you could feel it in Joe too. The tension in the household was prevalent, making it hard to keep up the peppy act when you weren’t feeling in very high spirits either. Sure, you were used to your mood sometimes feeling low, able to push through the week while you looked forward to the weekend. This week just felt particularly tough. Everything felt like an uphill battle, getting yourself out of bed, managing your workload with being back in the office, and keeping the house together. Joe had been busy himself with some meetings about changes to the team, putting in long days at the facility and drowning himself in workouts at the gym or film in his office. You knew this was typical for him, but with your current state it felt like the world was closing in around you.

As if the tension at home wasn’t enough, you had to hear it from your coworkers, the guys specifically, about the Bengals not making the playoffs. It was as if they knew exactly what they were doing, feigning for a rise out of you. The feeling of your skin heating everytime it comes up while trying to maintain your composure. You knew Joe tried his hardest to get them to even have a possible chance, realizing other people didn’t think the same way. Your social media was flooded too from “fans” making comments about how Joe could do better than you, he was too successful to be with “someone like you”. Making statements about how Joe didn’t need anyone holding him back, acting like they knew him and his best interests.

It wasn’t just what people said though, it felt like anything you wore didn’t suit you. You were usually a confident person, able to brush off any negativity that was thrown your way. Secure in your style, your personality, especially your relationship with Joe. He always made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. Recently, with him being gone as much as he was, it was easy to feel like he was doing it out of spite. Maybe he was reading the same things you were and was too much of a coward to admit it to your face. You knew deep down these thoughts weren’t true, but they were too loud to shut out. You were getting sick and tired of all of the outside noise. Instead of drowning it out like usual, you found it to be suffocating. It was pulling you into a spiral, one you haven’t felt in ages. You felt like you weren’t good enough, pretty enough, capable even.

There were times, when one thing could knock you down by the knees and make you feel weak. It would shut down some of your defenses, making you more susceptible to nitpicking and criticism. You knew what you signed up for when you started dating Joe, willing to persevere with whatever life would throw at you to be the person you loved. Everything else just felt so heavy that you started to believe some of the things they were saying. If everyone says he’s better off, I’ll make sure I’m out of his way.

You tried your best to throw yourself into your work, getting as head as you were able to distract yourself from your thoughts that were swirling. You stopped putting in as much effort to your clothes, wearing anything you could that wouldn’t bring attention to your frame. You stuck to your office, only being around your coworkers when you had to, which even then you tried your best to avoid at all costs.

As the week went on, Joe started to be around more which made him harder to avoid. Things were finally ironing out for a plan for the next season, making him more available and able to start enjoying his offseason with the person he loved. He knew he was being a jerk unintentionally, leaving early and coming home late to get things done. He knew he had a tendency for throwing himself into things and blocking out everything else, the repercussion being that you were caught in the crossfire. He never meant to hurt you, he was trying to do better and be better for you, more present even when it was hard. With the offseason starting, he knew he needed to make you a priority. The only problem was that it seemed like you were avoiding him.

Joe wanted to do better, show you how much he cared for you and everything you did for him. He knew he couldn’t make up for how he's acted or the lost time together, but he could start now by putting his best foot forward. Joe was able to see how much time and effort you put into making your house a home, wanting to do something nice back for you. He knew how much you loved his cooking, a rarity during the season due to his hectic schedule. He made a nice meal for you, cooked your favorite while he set the table with flowers and candles. He waited by the door for you to get home, feeling like an eternity before you finally walked through the door.

He took in your appearance, your clothing a lot baggier than you usually wore. You had dark circles under your eyes, your shoulders were dropped low and were visibly shrinking into yourself. His heart was cracking in two, not being able to shake the feeling like he was the one that did this to you. If he was around more, gave you more of his attention. He could only hope that thing would go up from here.

“Hi hunny, I made us some dinner. I hope you’re hungry, it’s your favorite,” Joe said, opening his arms to embrace you. You stepped into his arms, lightly wrapping your arms around his waist. It was nothing compared to your usual hug, feeling half-ass and resistant. Joe tried to shake it off, wondering if you were just tired.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a long day,” was all you said, letting him go and walking towards the table where Joe had everything set. You felt tears well up in your eyes, doing everything in your power to hold them back. You wouldn’t let him see you break down, not when you saw just how much effort he put into tonight. The inner voice in your head nagged at you, telling you that you didn’t deserve this, him. You tried your best to stifle it, to get through dinner so then you could take the time to be alone.

Dinner was mostly silent, your responses were short and sweet to any conversation he attempted to start with you. Joe was trying his hardest to pull you out of this funk you were in, bringing up anything and everything to get you to talk. You silently cleared the table, trying your best to stay out of Joe’s reach. You were aware of his attempts, but you were too absorbed in your negative spiral to truly see he was trying.

“I’m gonna go shower” you said quietly as you started to walk out of the kitchen.

“Can I join you?” Joe asked, hopeful to have some time to reconnect with you. He missed you, all of you.

“I’ll just take one myself, take some alone time” your voice slightly wavering at the direct confrontation, your eyes facing the floor not able to meet Joe’s gaze.

Joe wasn’t having any of it, always showering with you whenever he had the chance to. It was something you both enjoyed, treating it as a way to reconnect with one another at the end of the day. He could tell there was something off with you, having a feeling he knew part of what was happening. You were avoiding his touch, sleeping just out of his reach whenever you got too close.You were making sure to keep your distance, though it was painful to do it.

You were stopped short before you could fully leave the kitchen. You felt Joe’s large hand circle around your smaller wrist, stopping you in your tracks. His touch instantly brought you a sense of relief, you didn’t know how much you truly missed him.

“Come with me” Joe said, sliding his hand down to meet your hand while guiding you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He didn’t let go of your hand until he stopped in front of your floor length mirror that was sitting in the corner of your shared bedroom. He lightly pulled you so that you were standing in front of him, letting him loom behind you, your height difference evident.

“Why am I in front of our mirror?” You questioned, looking at him through the reflection.

“Tell me what you see,” Joe said, looking straight ahead, his voice coming off low and firm.

You tilted your head to the side, confused “me and you?”

“No, tell me what you see when you look at yourself” he settled his hands on your hips, his grip tender as he stroked your hips gently with his thumbs creating goosebumps across your skin.

Your eyes caught his in the mirror, feeling more comfortable than holding your own stare.

“Don’t look at me, sweetheart, look at you. Tell me all the good things you see.”

It was hard to hold your own stare when you were wishing you could look anywhere else. Joe could read you like a book, could tell you were feeling off about yourself. He was always the first one to reassure you whenever he got the chance, this time you never gave him one. It seemed like he was taking matters into his own hands.

“But you’re so much nicer to look at” you said with a light laugh, but Joe wasn’t having any of it. His eyes told you everything you wanted to know and directed your gaze back to yourself, I’m not playing games.

“Umm, I like my eyes,” you said, sounding more like you were trying to convince yourself rather than tell Joe.

Joe lightly chuckled behind you. “Why?”

“I like how they change colors depending on what I’m wearing, I can always make them look nice whenever I do makeup.”

“So you like your eyes, how they change.” Joe moved his head so that he was resting his jaw against the top of yours, using you as a chin rest though his eyes never left yours. “Tell me what else.”

“I don’t want to come off like I’m bragging or anything, not like there’s much to-”

“Pointing out what makes you beautiful isn’t bragging, it’s stating facts. Though you could brag about it all you want, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“I guess I like my hair, though I feel like it’s too short for my face since I got it cut.”

“I like it short, it makes it easy for me to see all the cute little faces you make or when I make you blush.”

Like clockwork, your cheeks immediately started to heat at his admission.

“My boobs could be bigger.”

“Your boobs are perfect, they fit just right in my hands,” he says as his hands slide up your front and rest on your chest. You feel his breath catch in his throat at his discovery. “No bra?”

You shook your head, meeting his eyes again in the mirror, “I have felt like putting one on to be honest, felt like extra effort.”

He dropped his hands to the hem of your sweatshirt, looking at you for permission to take it off. With a soft nod, he slipped the fabric over your head, leaving you shirtless and feigning for his touch to be back on your skin. Joe moaned at the sight of you topless, he always loved your tits.

“I want you to see what I see. A beautiful, sexy woman who I get to call mine. It’s not just your outer beauty either, you have so many other wonderful qualities about you that I fall harder for each and every day.”

Joe moved to be in front of the mirror, turning his body to face me. He gave me a mischievous wink before dropping to his knees in front of me.

“I’m gonna eat you out while you watch yourself in that mirror. You’re gonna see exactly what I get the pleasure of seeing every time I go down on you, every time I get you under me or riding me. The one catch is you have to keep your eyes there, if you stop then I stop. Got it, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t help, but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. It was truly a challenge he was posing, one that made your skin prickle with heat just thinking about it. “And how exactly are you gonna know if I stop?”

“Easy, my eyes will be on you making sure your eyes are on yourself.”

With his gaze never leaving yours, he grabs ahold of the top of your jeans and pulls them down, taking your panties with them as they slip down your legs. Joe paused to slip the sneakers off your feet before completely taking the clothing from your legs, leaving you naked standing above him.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful” he mumbled, with his gaze on your legs as he ran his hands up your bare skin. Joe paused at your knees, moving to spread you open. His hands continued up your thighs to spread you wider, the anticipation burning hotter inside of you. When Joe’s eyes land on your pussy, you sink your teeth into your lower lip to fight back a groan, feeling your heart rate increase by the look in his eyes.

“Look at you, already so wet for me.” Joe licked a quick stripe through your center, immediately making your head fall back. He gave you a quick smack to your thigh, pulling you out of your trance. “All for me?”

“Always for you,” you whispered, a sharp intake of breath hitting your lungs when he trails his fingers gently through your slit finishing his pass with a short brush to your clit. Your body felt electric, his touch igniting you leaving heat in its wake.

Your comment earned a strong groan from Joe in response,”now that sounds like my girl.”

He placed gentle kisses to both of your hip bones, showering you with praises each time his lips touched your skin. It was like he was slowly putting you back together one kiss at a time.

“Beautiful.” kiss.

“Smart.” kiss.

“Kind.” kiss.

"Funny." kiss.

“Generous.” kiss.

“Stunning.” kiss.

You lost track of how many, the praises continually spilling out of his mouth. Making his way across your belly as he trailed his way to the apex of your thighs at a painstakingly slow pace, at least to you. It felt like an eternity passed before he finally had his mouth on you,

Everything felt overwhelming, it getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open let alone on yourself in the mirror. It felt like his touch was everywhere, your senses heightened. Everything he did felt amazing, your hands were knotted through his hair as you held on, trying your best to stay standing. His mouth was relentless on your wet heat, taking everything he could get from you. It was hard for you to admit to yourself, but you looked hot like this. You had this god of a man on his knees before you, his mouth devouring you like you were his last meal. You let the feeling wash over you, a moan slipping past your lips as you looked down at Joe.

Sure as shit, his eyes were on you, watching your every move. He smiled against your pussy briefly before getting back into the moment and sucking your clit into his mouth. Slipping two of his slender fingers into you, he began to pump them in and out, slow at first and gradually increasing speed. He arched them just right, hitting your spot with the right amount of pressure time after time. You could feel the knot building in your stomach, finding it hard to hold back any longer.

“I’m not gonna last long,” you breathed out, unsure of your voice.

“You don’t need to hold back, come for me. I want to taste you pretty girl.”

It didn’t take much to fall apart above him, his name falling past your lips in rapid succession as your orgasm washed over you. You rode out your high, pulling his head more into your pussy, earning a satisfied groan from Joe at your actions. He always loved when you would tackle what you needed from him.Your orgasm felt more intense standing up, leaning on Joe for support while you gained your bearings.

When you finally came to, you released Joe from your grip and let him up for air. Your hands trailed down from his hair to his jaw, lifting his chin to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I acted. Everything just became so heavy this week and I know how hard everythings been for you, I didn’t want to put anything else on your plate,” you said honestly, watching Joe’s eyes soften at your words.

“You can always come to me with whatever you’re feeling no matter how I am, don’t you ever forget that. You’re so goddamn important to me.”

You smiled down at him, following him as he stood up from the floor, his eyes never leaving yours as he towered over you. He brought his hands to rest on your hips, pulling you into him to rest his forehead on yours.

“So how do you feel now, hmm? It was so hot watching you, I could see when you really saw it in the mirror. My girl finally is realizing just how much of a goddess she is.”

A new wave of blush crept up your cheeks, you knew he was right. It was hard to admit that this worked as well as it did. You had a new wave of confidence in yourself, knowing you could take what you want, what you deserved. Joe had a way of making you feel confident in yourself, you just needed a reminder.

“I don’t want it to go to my head or anything, but there was something about having you on your knees for me. Having someone as strong and powerful as you at my mercy was a major confidence boost. I’d want you with less clothes next time though.”

“Baby, I’m always at your mercy, you're my absolute weakness. I’ll be on my knees for you anytime, anywhere just say the word. You were a good girl and listened to me though and good girls get rewarded. Get on the bed, I’m not done showing you yet.”

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putellas14 · 2 days ago

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A Girlfriend for Christmas (Leila Ouahabi x Reader)

"Should I wear this one or this one?" you asked, holding up two dresses for your friend, Leila. Leila was laying on your bed, her phone in her hand, probably texting last night's hookup.

She glanced up briefly, flicking her eyes over the dresses, before refocusing on her phone. "The blue one," she said.

"Thank you," you muttered. Dropping the dresses on the bed, you pulled your sweats and shirt off, letting them fall on the ground. You shimmied the blue dress up over your hips and put your arms through the straps. You tapped Leila's foot to get her attention again. "Okay, how does this look?"

Leila looked up again. "Uh." Clearing her throat, she looked back down at her phone. "You look nice. Where are you going?"

"I didn't tell you?" You laughed to yourself. "I'm going to meet the girl I'm hiring to be my girlfriend for Christmas. Well, this will actually be the fourth girl I'm going to meet. Haven't had much success yet."

"I'm sorry," Leila said, throwing her phone on the bed next to her and sitting up straighter, "what are you talking about?"

"I'm hiring a girlfriend."

"Why?"

"Because I can't spend another Christmas listening to my entire family ask me endless questions about my love life."

"Why didn't you just ask me to come with you?" she asked.

"I couldn't do that. They all know you. They'd never believe it."

"Why not?"

"Well," you thought for a second, "you're my friend."

"Friends date all the time. We could be friends who date,” she said, matter of factly.

“Be real, Leila. I need this to work. You’ve always been very anti-relationship. No one is going to believe that we’re together.”

Leila rolled off the bed and moved to stand in front of you. She was standing so close your lips were nearly touching. She lifted her hand, caressing your cheek with the back of her fingers, letting her fingers slowly, tortuously, slide down your neck.

You felt an incredible sense of deja vu before remembering you’d been in this position before. Once. In a dream. A few months after meeting Leila. And you had berated the crush out of yourself back then.

When you involuntarily leaned into her, she patted your cheek and stepped back. “See? We can make people believe we’re into each other.”

“Right.” You cleared your throat and brought yourself back to reality. This reality. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Plus, this girl is already waiting for me, so it’d be rude to turn her down without at least going to meet her.”

“Okay.” Leila settled back in your bed with her phone.

“What’re you doing? I’m leaving.”

“And I’ll be here waiting to hear all the deets when you get back. I have to know everything. You know your brother is going to call me as soon as you walk through the door with this girl. Be weird if I don’t know anything about her.”

“Fine. Make yourself useful and feed Dot while I’m out then,” you said, referring to your old sweet black cat who only enjoyed interacting with you or Leila.

The bar you’d chosen to meet at was just a block away from you. But somehow you were still late getting there. She was already sitting at a table in the corner, her blonde hair flowed like a halo in the dim spotlight. She was even more beautiful than in her photographs.

And that turned out to be her best quality. She was a complete bore. She could barely hold a conversation, stumbling her way through most sentences, and never saying anything of substance. Your family would give you a bigger headache for showing up with her than if you just went home alone.

She wasn’t going to work. At all.

After two drinks, you politely ended the night, thanking her for her willingness to help but gently turning her down. You paid for her drinks to make up for turning her down.

“So?” Leila asks, as soon as you walk in. She had migrated from your bed to your couch. Dot was curled up next to her, sleeping.

“Remind me never to have ideas again. She was so boring. My family would hate her.”

“You know who they love?” she asked, a cheeky grin on her face.

You nearly shut her down again. But she was right. Your family did love Leila. She was their favorite of all your friends. Maybe it would be hard to convince them you were dating but at least they wouldn’t give you a hard time about picking a person who didn’t fit.

“On one condition,” you heard yourself say.

“Name it.”

“No kissing on my lips.”

“But how will we convince them then?” she asked, raising a single perfect eyebrow.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Ouahabi.” You crossed the living room, heading for your bed. “We leave at 8am tomorrow,” you called over your shoulder. “Don’t be late.”

You had already bought the second train ticket, and it was simple enough to get the passenger’s name changed at the train station the next morning. The three of you (you, Leila, and Dot) settled in for the long ride down to Oxford. You dozed on and off, as was typical for you. At one point you woke to find yourself leaning on Leila’s shoulder. You apologized and sat straighter. She had just smiled in response and returned to her book. Dot slept peacefully in her carrier through the entire ride.

Your dad was waiting for you at the station, and he greeted you both with a huge hug before loading your bags into the car. You’d grown up there, both your parents being local primary school teachers. Your brother, James, had followed in their footsteps but was currently working towards his PhD so he could teach at university.

On the car ride home, you listened to Leila and your dad catch up with each other. Your family truly did enjoy Leila’s presence, which always warmed your heart. Thankfully, it seemed as though he had forgotten your text message letting them know you’d be coming home with your girlfriend for Christmas. God bless your dad and his forgetful nature. You were suddenly nervous about this whole ruse.

As if Leila could sense it, likely from how quiet you were the entire ride, as your dad turned onto their road, she reached over and squeezed your hand.

“Breathe,” she mouthed.

And you did. Taking a few slow, deep breaths. It would be fine, you told yourself. This would all be fine. It was just a couple days.

You could see your mom’s eyes get misty from the front door when she recognized Leila next to you. Clearly, she had not forgotten you were bringing home your “girlfriend.”

She came down to the car so she could hug you tight as soon as you got out. “Hi, sweetie! How was the train?”

“Hi, mom. Can’t. Breathe,” you managed.

“Oh whoops.” She stepped back, loosening her grip on you and moving over to Leila. “Hello, Leila dear! Welcome!” She gave Leila as tight a hug as she gave you. “I think we have some catching up to do,” she said, looking over at me. Putting her arm around Leila’s shoulders, she guided her into the home. Leila looked over her shoulder at you as she went into the house and the panic on her face immediately calmed you down and brought pure amusement to you as you unloaded the bags and brought them into the house. You set down Dot's carrier by the front door and let her out. She immediately beelined for the sofa, her favorite place in this house.

From the front door, you caught a glimpse of the huge Christmas tree in the family room. There must have been at least a hundred ornaments hanging from the branches. Your mom (it was mom who loved Christmas the most) had garlands and decorations covering every available surface. She had always made home feel like something out of a winter Christmas fever dream. You loved it. It had always made you love Christmas so much.

You wandered over to the Christmas tree, letting your eyes roam over all the ornaments and bows and lights. You had a small Christmas tree at the apartment in Manchester, but it was nothing like this. This was at least nine feet tall, nearly hitting the ceiling. It was plump and full and not at all like your artificial pre-lit tree. And it smelled absolutely glorious, straight out of a forest.

You kept walking through, taking in all the little details. You could hear them all talking in the kitchen and slowly made your way back there, stopping to give Dot a few scratches behind the ears.

“Y/N!” Leila said, when you walked in. She reached out towards you, her eyes wide, and grabbed your forearm to bring you closer to her. “Perfect timing. Your parents were just asking when we started dating.” And now the wide-eyed look made much more sense.

She was scared of them.

Maybe this idea wasn’t so bad, after all, if it meant a few days of watching Leila squirm.

“Oh. You didn’t want to tell them?” you asked, smirking. You leaned against the counter next to her.

“I thought you might want to do that.”

“Er right.” She looped a finger in your belt loop and dragged you closer to her, letting her arm rest around your waist. Even though this was fake, and you were both affectionate with each other, the move caused something to stir deep in your stomach. Swallowing the lump that was growing in your throat, you said, “Leila finally got off her ass and asked me out about three months ago.”

“Three months!” your mom exploded. “Three months, she says, like it’s nothing.” Clearly, she was going to give you a pass on swearing given her fixation on your answer.

“We didn’t want to tell you until we’d had time to give it a chance,” Leila answered, giving you a small smile.

“Well, honey, we’re so glad you finally asked Y/n/N out. This means I win the bet,” she said in her husband’s direction.

“What bet?” you asked.

Before either could respond, the front door opened and you heard your brother yell out, “I’m here! Let’s get the eggnog flowing!” You move out of Leila’s grasp and run out into the front hall to give him a hug. It had been a couple months since you’d seen each other. Football season was always hard.

“Hey kid, how you are doing?” James asked.

No matter how old you got, James always called you kid. It had started as an insult when you were his annoying little sister and had morphed into a term of endearment as you’d gotten older.

“I’m great. Merry Christmas.”

“Leila? What the heck are you doing here?” he asked, spotting her over your shoulder. When he sidestepped you to give her a hug, you saw the huge grin on his face. You watched them embrace each other before he stepped back and put her in a headlock. It was like they had grown up as siblings, you thought with a shake of your head.

"I told you I was bringing my girlfriend home for Christmas," you said, nonchalantly. Maybe too nonchalantly, by the look of shock on his face as his eyes met yours. He looked between you and Leila, still holding her in a headlock. "Can you let her go before you accidentally strangle her?" I reached out for Leila's hand as his arms slid limply from her neck. She linked her fingers with yours and allowed you to tug her over to you. "James, Leila is my girlfriend."

"What do you mean?" he asked dumbly.

"I know mom and dad explained how this works," you shot back.

"But when? How? I mean, why?"

"Why? Well, I mean, look at her." You pressed a kiss to her cheek, feeling the heat flood her face under your lips. "And we were just answering those same questions for mom and dad. Three months ago. And she asked me out."

"Three months? That's like, that's so long ago!"

"And now you're going to tell me what you know about this bet mom was just starting to say she won."

"Uh. Nothing." He picked up his backpack again and started to walk away. "I know nothing."

"Liar!" you yelled at his back. You looked down at your hand, fingers still tangled with Leila's. As you started to smile to yourself, you looked up at her face. She was standing still, no real expression on her face. "What?" No answer. You shook her hand, trying to get her attention. "Earth to Leila. Are you okay?"

She shook her head and looked at you, seeming to be coming out of whatever had occupied her mind. "I'm great. Your mom said something about hot chocolate, let's go get some." She dropped your hand, walking back towards the kitchen.

Your mom always went all out on the hot chocolate. There was whipped cream and marshmallows and little Christmas themed sprinkles and, of course, alcohol. A whole assortment of alcohol was now sitting on the counter, waiting for each person to take their pick. Per usual, you took vanilla vodka. She'd also set out some sandwiches. Once everyone was settled around the small kitchen table, you brought the conversation back to the bet.

"How much do you win in this bet, mom?"

"What bet?" dad asked, feigning innocence.

"The bet mom gleefully said she won after finding out how long I've been dating Leila."

The three of them at least had the humility to look sheepishly at each other before mom answered, "Fifty quid."

"And what did the rest of you bet?"

"That you'd eventually ask Leila out," your dad answered.

"That you'd die alone," James answered. Your dad slapped him over the back of his head. "Ouch."

"Be nice," your mom warned. He got up to top off his mug with whiskey and she reminded him that Mass was starting soon.

Shoot. You had forgotten to tell Leila that you'd be going to Christmas Eve Mass. "I have an outfit you can borrow, if you need," you whispered.

"Thanks," she whispered, covering it with her mug.

"So, girls," your dad said, "we know that Y/N's bedroom is a little small for the both of you." Oh, god, where was this going? "Mom and I talked about it, and we'd be okay if you both stayed in the guestroom, if you'd prefer."

You could tell this was as awkward for him as it was for you. Your room only had a single bed and although you had snuck girlfriends in and slept on that single bed with them, you weren't intending to share that bed tonight. You were temporarily taken aback by the offer because you assumed your parents would force you to sleep in separate rooms.

Leila reached over, squeezing your hand. "Y/N and I talked about it as well. And we're both quite comfortable being split up. Thank you very much for offering, though."

"Just so you know, there's a creaky board between the guest room and Y/N's room," James said. "I'll hear you if you sneak over."

Your dad hit him over the back of the head again. "Shut it, James." He turned back to you. "We want to make sure you're both comfortable."

"Thanks, dad," you said quietly. Leila squeezed your hand again and you looked over at her. She was giving you a soft smile. Of course, she knew how you were feeling. Overwhelmed and loved. You'd spent years in the closet, worried about upsetting everyone. It was easier to lean into the side of you that was attracted to men back then. To now have your parents be so welcoming to your "girlfriend" choked you up.

You were suddenly really glad you'd brought Leila along to play this role. It was somehow easier with someone you already knew. Having a total stranger sitting next to you right now would have made you feel really lonely.

Before you could dig too far into your feelings, your mom clapped her hands and said it was time to go get ready. Looking at the clock, you were shocked to find it was already so late. You took Leila up to your room first, so that she could see what options you had. No surprise to you, she took the only outfit with pants.

"What?" she asked when she saw you giggling in her direction. "My jacket will match it."

"I'm sure that's the reason." You picked one of the dresses up and held it up in front of you. Looking in the mirror, you checked to see if it would be long enough. Hmm, maybe not. You picked up another, checking for the same thing. Good enough. You pulled off your sweater to change and Leila stopped you.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what're you doing?" she asked, slapping her hand over her eyes.

"What? I changed in front of you last night. And I change in front of you all the time!"

"Yeah, but not in your parents' house." She turned away. Keeping her eyes closed, she reached her arm out and started feeling around, bumping into multiple items in your room.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm looking for the door."

"Then open your eyes!"

"No!"

"Ugh. Fine." You walked towards her. She was only a few inches off. Because of the way your furniture was set up, you had to angle your body sideways next to her to reach the knob. You could feel your chest pressed into her arm and held your breath, so your chest wouldn't move at all. God, you felt stupid. "The door is open," you muttered, stepping back. She fled as quickly as she could, keeping her eyes closed until she was in the hallway. Shaking your head, you closed the door again. You were half naked, after all.

You quickly got ready and went down to wait for everyone. The five of you squeezed into your dad's tiny ancient Renault for the short drive over to your local church. Your parents liked to attend Mass on important days of the year. Your brother had become more involved in the church as you'd gotten older, and he regularly attended Sunday Mass. You, on the other hand, had a more complicated relationship with religion. The church was a source of community, but it had also been a source of stress as a young queer kid. You were always still afraid walking through those doors that something negative was coming your way.

As if Leila could sense your apprehension, she closed her hand over yours as you walked in. It helped you feel more grounded. You went to Mass every year for your family but that had never made it easier. You had also never told them how you felt, only that you didn't connect with organized religion. But Leila knew. Leila knew everything about you. And she understood, without any additional words, what was going on in your mind at that moment. She kept your hand in her throughout most of the service, at some points drawing random patterns with her thumb.

The way she kept reading your mood today should have made you uncomfortable, but it just made you really glad to have her here. Although your family's consistent pestering of your love life was uncomfortable and annoying, it really wasn't anything compared to how lonely it made you feel. Their questions always reminded you that you were completely alone.

And Leila seemed to be on a mission to prove to you that you weren't alone.

The four of you had a quiet dinner in town at one of your favorite restaurants before heading home. It had been an early morning for you, and you said good night soon after you got home. Leila opted to stay up and hang out with James a while longer. And to your displeasure, Dot decided to stay curled on Leila's lap rather than coming up to bed with you. Leila and James both laughed when you pouted. Annoyed at them ganging up on you, you bent down to give Dot a kiss on the head and ignored them both.

As you walked away, you heard James say, "Ooo you're in trouble." You heard Leila respond but were too far away at that point to hear what she said. You were far more exhausted than you realized. Sleep took you as soon as your head hit the pillow, preventing you from overthinking what she could have said in response.

The next morning, you quickly showered, knowing Christmas day had a way of getting chaotic fast. You headed downstairs and found your parents cuddled on the couch, their cups of tea teetering precariously on the cushions next to them.

"Merry Christmas!" you said.

"Good morning. Merry Christmas, honey," your mom said.

"Merry Christmas!" your dad said at the same time.

"Do either of you want more tea?" you asked, pointing at their mugs. They both shook their heads, so you went to make your cup. While the water boiled, you took the moment to enjoy the quiet morning. You stared out the window, watching the birds fly from roof to roof. It was softly snowing outside, adding to the feeling of calm. The kettle started whistling, prompting you to remove it from the heat.

"Think I could get one of those too?" Leila asked from the doorway, startling you. You hadn't even heard her come in. You pulled another cup down and filled it. You put the kettle down and leaned against the counter to wait for the tea to steep. "Merry Christmas," she said quietly, remaining on the other side of the kitchen.

"Merry Christmas." You crossed your arms across your chest. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great. James and I stayed up pretty late and Dot kept me company after that."

"Not used to sleeping alone, Ouahabi?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, the amusement clear in your voice. Leila, on the other hand, scowled at you instead of laughing with you. "I meant that as a joke," you said sheepishly when she didn't respond. Feeling awkward, you checked the teas. The color looked okay, so you picked one up and handed it to Leila, leaving the other on the counter. "Milk?" Sometimes she took milk, sometimes she didn't. She shook her head. You poured a small amount into your cup and returned the carton to the fridge.

"What's the plan for the day?"

"Dad and I usually go for a walk, if you want to come. We'll leave from Gran's around 10:30 and we'll stay there until evening. We usually have like a late lunch type of deal there."

"Okay." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "How long is your walk? I'll have to shower before we go."

"Should be plenty of time. You should come. Get some fresh air before we're shut in with my relatives the rest of the day." You made a face at her, hoping to get a laugh out of her. When she at least smiled at you, you considered it a win. "Want to sit down?" you asked, gesturing towards where your parents were. She nodded and followed behind you.

"Good morning, Leila honey," your mom said. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," she said. She sat cross-legged on the floor, cradling her cup between her hands. The four of you sat quietly, listening to the crackle of the fire in the corner. Dot strolled in midway through your cup and nuzzled her face into your arm. You lifted your arm, letting her cuddle into your side. She collapsed against the side of your leg, and you let your hand gently rest on her back. "I guess she missed you after all," Leila said.

You smiled down at Dot, slowly moving your fingers against her fur. "Guess she did." You went back to silence, enjoying the addition of Dot's loud purring to the fireplace. "Oh, dad, Leila's going to come for a walk with us."

"Alright, great. Looks a little cold out there, so don't forget your coats, girls."

"Should we leave in about 10 minutes?" you asked. They both nodded in agreement. Your mom protested by snuggling further back into him.

"15 minutes," he said.

"Sure," you said with a big grin. Your parents had set too good of an example of what a relationship should be. They both genuinely enjoyed the company of the other. They worked together well as partners. They respected each other. They loved each other so fiercely. And nothing had changed after thirty years. If anything, their relationship was even better now. You let your eyes get a little misty, before turning your eyes downward to hide it from the room. If you had been looking anywhere else, you would have seen that you hadn't hidden anything from Leila.

The three of you set out twenty minutes later (your mom had protested again when dad tried to get up). It was still softly snowing, causing all of you to draw your hoods. It made it nearly impossible to hear anyone, which left the three of you walking in silence. You were glad for this walk. You knew the rest of the day would be loud and chaotic and stressful. This walk allowed you to hold onto the quiet of Christmas morning for as long as possible.

By the time you returned home, you were freezing cold, and a thin film of snow was stuck to the fur-lining of your hood. Leila laughed as some of it fell on your face. She removed her glove and lifted her hand to brush away the rest of it before it could fall on you. The heat rose to your cheeks, and you tried to tell yourself it was due to the blast of heat that had greeted you when you walked into the house.

While everyone showered and prepared last-minute gifts, you closed yourself in your room to hold onto those last few final moments alone. You had brought a red dress and tights for the day. The dress tucked in at your waist before flowing down to your mid-thigh. It was one of your favorite dresses, but you didn't often wear it because you thought the red was too bright for most occasions. Deciding to go forth with the boldness you were feeling, you painted your lips a deep red as well and carefully applied a thick layer of mascara.

"Y/N, come on!" James yelled. "It's time to go! What're you doing?"

Shocked, you looked at the clock next to your bed. You had no idea where the time had gone but you gave yourself one last look in the mirror, grabbed your coat and heels, and ran downstairs. "Sorry sorry. I wasn't watching the time." You sat down on the bottom of the steps to buckle your heels. "Okay, I'm ready."

"You look," Leila said when you stood. She let her eyes wander down you and back up to your face. "You look beautiful."

James hit her arm."Ew, dude. That's my sister."

"What?" she asked, hitting him back. "I've got eyes. Plus, she's my girlfriend. I'm allowed to, no I'm supposed to, compliment her and make her feel good!"

"She's right," your dad interrupted. "You should take notes, James, in case you ever convince anyone to date you."

"Ouch," he said, rubbing his chest.

"Alright, the lot of you," your mom said, "into the car. Let's go."

You sat quietly on the drive to Gran's while Leila and your parents talked about an upcoming trip to Morocco. You could tell Leila was in the zone. She loved talking about Morocco and giving recommendations to people who had never been there before.

There was almost no parking near her home, and you ended up having to walk quite a way in your heels, balancing the pot your mom had shoved into your hands. At one point, you had nearly slipped but Leila caught you around the waist with one hand and steadied the pot with her other hand. She kept her arm around you for the rest of the walk, making sure you stayed upright.

The rest of your family was already in the house, and they excitedly welcomed Leila in. Leila had been to family events and had met most people in the past. Your gran was probably more excited than your mom had been when you went over to say hello to her and introduce Leila as your girlfriend. She gripped both your and Leila's hand in her lap and cried, telling you both she had never seen such a beautiful couple and she was so happy to have Leila officially in the family. She was so emotional that you started getting choked up as well. When she let you both go, you leaned over and gave her an extra kiss on the cheek.

"Can I get you anything, Granny?"

"No, dear. Go have fun," she said, patting your hand.

"You want a drink?" you asked Leila. She nodded and offered her hand. You placed your hand in hers and pulled her behind you into the kitchen. Uncle Mark made the booziest egg nog every year. But there was also an assortment of other drinks your cousins had presumably brought. "Egg nog?" Leila nodded. You filled two cups and handed one to her.

"Going right in for the strong stuff?" Uncle Mark asked from the doorway.

"Always. You remember Leila, right?" He nodded. "She's my girlfriend now," you said with a smile.

"That's awesome. Well welcome. Today will be the real test of if you can put up with this family," he said with a deep belly laugh.

"Oh my god, stop," you mumbled into your cup.

"I'm just kidding. Kind of," he mumbled. "Anyways, Luke's upstairs. He's been waiting for you to get here."

Your youngest cousin, Luke, loved football almost as much as you did. It's his dream to follow in your footsteps and play professionally. He came to as many of your matches as his parents would allow him to. Leila went to mingle while you went up to find him. You found him in the spare room watching old plays on his phone.

"Y/N! Hi!" He jumped off the bed to hug you, nearly knocking his head against your chin. "When'd you get here?"

"Hi, bud. We just got here a few minutes ago. What're you watching?" That question unleashed something in him, and he explained how he was watching clips from MLS in America, and he was trying to analyze whether he agreed with the calls made or not. He had read online that the refs in MLS were some of the worst in the world and he wanted to decide for himself whether he agreed with that or not. So far, he agreed. After about twenty minutes of letting him walk you through every play and the calls, you asked him if he remembered your friend, Leila Ouahabi. He nodded, his cheeks suddenly turning pink.

"She's really pretty," he whispered.

"I agree," you whispered back. "She's downstairs if you want to go say hi." His eyes got wide. "Go say hi. I'm sure she'd love to talk about football with you." He grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him.

You caught Leila's eyes from the top of the stairs, and you pointed, trying to tell her he was coming down for her. For the next twenty minutes, Leila got a full recap of what you had just heard upstairs. She kept asking him follow-up questions and you could tell he got even more excited every time she interrupted him. At some point you wandered away to refill your egg nog and talk to some other people.

As the afternoon wore on, you made your way around the room, spending time with each of your family members. You made sure to keep an eye on Leila and to periodically relieve her from any uncomfortable conversations. It was during one of these that it happened. Your brother and Uncle Mark had their grips in her, grilling her about her intentions with me. You had caught a snippet of it as you passed and abruptly halted, slipping your hand around her waist.

"That's probably enough of that for today, don't you think?" you asked them, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I don't think so," James said. You saw his eyes flicker up briefly but didn't think anything of it.

"We need to know what's happening, kid," Uncle Mark said.

"We'll tell you when there's something to know," you assured him.

"It seems you've found yourself fallen victim to Gran's mistletoe this year," your aunt said from the couch, just loud enough for everyone to hear. "Have to give her a kiss, Leila. Granny's house, Granny's rules."

"Oh. Um, no, we're good, Aunt Lydia," you said.

"Rules are rules," Gran yelled, banging the tip of her cane against the floor.

"Rules are rules," Leila said. In a whisper, she added, "Come on, just one kiss and they'll leave us alone." She turned into you, the arm around her waist involuntarily dropping a little lower. She moved your hair behind your shoulders with the tips of her fingers. "Sorry for breaking your rule," she said. Cupping your face in her hands, she laid a small kiss on your lips.

"A real kiss for couples!" Gran yelled out. "You're young and in love. Anyone can see that. But right now, you look like cousins saying hello."

"Gran," you grumbled.

"Can't disappoint her," Leila said.

She brought your face close to her again, stopping when you were a hair’s breadth away. “Sorry for really breaking your rule,” she said. When you sucked in a deep breath, she closed her lips over yours. Your brain short circuited and your fingers reflexively dug into her waist. You ordered yourself to kiss her back. Couldn't have your family thinking you were shocked when your girlfriend kissed you. Her lips were unimaginably soft. When she touched her tongue to your lower lip, your heart dropped into your stomach.

As your hand came up to cup her cheek and bring her closer, she stepped back. Her face was flushed, and her lips were now tinged red from your lipstick. You reached your hand towards her to wipe it off, but her hand moved faster.

"Now that was much better," Gran said. "Good job, James."

You and Leila snapped your heads towards James. "James?" you growled. Normally it was Uncle Mark who helped Gran set up the house for Christmas and hid the mistletoe.

"James?" Leila asked, echoing you. But she sounded more hurt than anything. You looked back at her. She looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Leila, it's just a tradition," he tried to explain. He reached out towards her, and she backed away.

Confused by what was happening, you kept an arm around her for support. "Let's get a drink," you whispered to her.

"Yeah, anyone would need to cool down after that," one of your cousins yelled. You flipped him off as you led her away into the kitchen.

You grabbed two glasses and indicated towards the punch. She nodded. As you filled the cups, you said, "I'm sorry about that. I should've warned you about Granny's antics."

"It's alright, Y/N, I'm not upset about it."

You handed her one of the cups. "Are you sure?"

"Yup. Everything's fine." She sipped her punch, avoiding eye contact.

You didn't believe a word. That kiss had been fire, and you didn't think you were the only one still feeling it. You didn't feel "fine" and you were certain by Leila's reaction to James that something was wrong. "Okay, well. Um." Why did you feel awkward? "We can hide out in here for a few minutes but I'm sure someone else will be coming along soon to interrupt this momentary quiet space they've given us."

The two of you stood there in silence, sipping your drinks. You had never been at a loss for words with Leila before. You spent a lot of time in silence with each other, just hanging out, but it was never because either of you didn't know what to say.

Your thought was interrupted by Luke, wanting to ask Leila a question. She gave you a little smile. Lifting your hand, she pressed a little kiss to it before leaving with him to answer his questions.

You frowned down at your hand. There was a dull ache in your chest after that momentary glimpse of what it could be. That kiss had shifted something in you. Something you had buried a long time ago. You had tried so hard to suppress your feelings towards Leila. Pretending to be her girlfriend had to be one of your stupider ideas. Well, agreeing to pretend to be her girlfriend. Pretending at all was Leila's idea. You could curse her for that.

For the rest of the afternoon, you tried to calm yourself down and remind yourself it was only until tomorrow. A few days of pretending and then you'd go back to being friends. In a few weeks, you'd call your parents and tell them it hadn't worked out. Maybe the pressure of being on the same team would cause a falling out. It wouldn't be the first time your football career had caused a problem in your dating life. You'd probably text your brother and he'd come to Manchester to take you out for a pint. He'd threaten to hurt Leila for hurting you and you'd calm him down and reassure him that it was you who had ended it. And by the next holiday, they would barely remember that you had brought home Leila this year. Your mom would barely remember saying "aw" every time you shared something cute about your "relationship." Your dad would barely remember bonding with Leila over his new power tools. And James would barely remember joking with Leila around the dinner table.

Who were you kidding? Your family loved Leila almost more than you. They might never forgive you for "breaking up" with her.

You tried to engage in conversations with your family members and enjoy the holiday. But your eyes kept drifting back to Leila. And every time that happened, you grew a little sadder that this fake relationship was almost over.

During dinner, Leila sat down next to you. You ordered yourself to act happy and to not be awkward. You gave her smiles and casually touched her, as any couple would do. But you barely tasted your food. It went down like cement.

After dinner, your mom shooed everyone into the living room, saying that you and her would clean up. You worked in comfortable silence emptying food into containers while she washed the dishes. When you finished your task, you set to drying dishes so she'd have space for the steady stream of dishes she was still washing.

"How are you doing? Really?" she asked.

"I'm doing fine."

"You just seem a little down is all."

Maybe you weren't fooling anyone after all. "I'm okay. Just a lot on my mind." This lie felt worse than the little lies you'd told all day. In the past, you would have talked to your mom if you were crushing on someone or you were struggling with someone. But you couldn't this time. Because if you did, they would all know that you were a liar. And that Leila had helped you lie to them.

It was all feeling like too much.

"It's just football stuff. Nothing to worry about." At least you were setting some context for your future break up story.

"Okay," she said, not sounding at all convinced. After a few silent moments, she said, "I know we put a lot of pressure on you, but you can always talk to us. If you want."

"I know, mom. It's just football stuff," you said again. Thankfully, she let it go and you two continued to work in silence after that.

When you finished, you went to the living room to ask if anyone wanted tea. Everyone was now sitting around the fireplace, quietly talking. A few hands shot up. You quickly counted off how many you needed and went to the kitchen to boil the water. You arranged the cup and saucers on one of Gran's Christmas-themed trays.

As you took the tray around the room, you noticed both James and Leila were missing. You asked your dad if he'd seen them. He said they had gone out for a walk after dinner and hadn't come back yet. You glanced up at the clock. You'd finished dinner almost an hour ago. Looking out the window, you could see that it was still snowing outside. Frowning, you sat down next to him to sip your tea and wait for them while Simon read A Christmas Carol aloud.

They didn't come back for another half hour. Leila's eyes looked red, from the cold or from crying you couldn't tell. You raised your eyebrow at James, and he just smiled at you. He whispered something to Leila and then disappeared into the kitchen. She looked at you for a moment before coming to sit on the floor near you. You could feel her shivering and pulled the throw off the sofa to give her.

"Thank you." She took it and wrapped it tight around her.

"Why were you gone so long?" you whispered, still leaning down towards her.

"We were just talking."

"You okay?"

"Just tired. But I'm okay," she reassured. She squeezed your calf and gave you a half smile. "Ah, my prince," she said, lifting her hands when James walked in with two teacups.

"Anything for you, sis," he said with a wink. He sat down across from her on the floor, leaning back against the opposite sofa. The remainder of the evening, you kept catching them give each other looks. It was like they were having their own conversation, all without words, and all without anyone's input. You couldn't see Leila's face, but you could see her shoulders move every so often and see her shake her head.

Simon finished reading a little after 9pm. Everyone started moving, cleaning up the living room so Gran wouldn't be left with any mess. It took only 10 minutes with everyone's help. The end of A Christmas Carol always signaled the end of the night.

"Good night," you said, leaning over to give Gran a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, good night, sweetheart. Thank you for bringing your sweet girlfriend for Christmas."

"I know she enjoyed being here too." You gave her one more hug, but she tightened her arm around your neck before you could stand up.

"Don't let her go. She's a special girl."

You couldn't say anything, tears caught in your throat. Instead, you smiled at her and nodded as you stood up straight.

The drive home felt endless, squished between your brother and Leila. Your earlier sadness at this charade ending tomorrow had morphed into desperation for it to end. When you got to the house, you helped unload the car before quickly saying good night and escaping to your room. You scooped up Dot on your way up. You needed the comfort of your pet tonight. Hot tears burned your eyes and soaked your pillow for the guilt of having put your family through this. Why had you ever thought this was the answer? Why had you ever agreed to let Leila come here? Dot snuggled into your side, and you kissed the top of her head, glad she wasn't protesting not being allowed to sleep in another room.

You don't know what time you eventually went to bed, but you know you were still crying when sleep took you.

In the morning, you quietly packed your bags before going down. The train was not until 11am. Your mom had promised to make a nice breakfast before you left. Figuring you should help with that, you dressed quickly and went downstairs.

"Good morning," your dad greeted. He was coming in from outside, shaking snow off his boots.

"Good morning, dad." You walked through to the kitchen. "Hi, mom."

"Ah you're up. Good morning." She stood at the counter, cutting onions.

"What can I help with?"

"Actually, do you mind going out to the garden? Leila asked me to have you come out when you woke up. She's been out there a while now."

"Oh. Um, okay." You didn't think you were prepared for this just yet. But they were both looking at you, waiting for you to move. "Right. Okay, I'll just grab my coat." You took your time getting your coat and shoes on.

You found her sitting on the garden wall. She looked really cold. The tip of her nose was red. She was frantically rubbing her hands together. "Leila?" She looked up at you. "Maybe we should talk inside? It'll be warmer."

"No. No, I don’t want anyone to hear this conversation."

"Okay." You stayed where you were, not sure if she wanted you to sit down or even move closer. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I've been thinking."

"I can see that."

"Just let me finish. I won't be able to finish if you talk in the middle." She nervously rubbed her hands over her thighs. "I don't have perfect words. I'm not really like poetic or whatever."

"What-"

"No. Wait. Look, these last couple days have been great. But I didn't think they would affect me as much as they have."

"What-"

"Shut up." She looked up at you. "I need to tell you that I'm yours. Have been for a while, if I'm being completely honest. I don't know if you want me. But I belong to you. I'm yours, if you want me."

You stood there, unmoving, staring at her, your jaw slack in astonishment. Your breath was coming out in little streams of fog.

"Now you're going to stand mute? You're stolen my heart, Y/N, the least you can do is tell me what you intend to do with it."

You'd never believed that hearts actually skipped a beat in moments like these but there was no other way to describe what was happening in your chest. Taking a few large steps towards her, you grabbed her lapel to bring her face closer to yours and kissed her. Your grip on her softened as she slowly stood, never breaking contact with you. Your hands moved up her neck so you could wrap your arms around her.

"Okay I'll take that as a response," she said, her eyes still closed.

Giggling, you kissed her again.

"Hmm. Yes. I'll definitely take that." She opened her eyes to look at you, her arms staying around your waist. "Do you. Um. Wait, will you be my real girlfriend?"

"I think I could manage that." You smiled brightly, playing with the hair on the back of her neck. "What're we going to tell my parents?"

"I think they already know," she said, pointing over your shoulder at the house. You turned to see the three of them squeezed together to see out the tiny side window. Your dad awkwardly waived while your brother just grinned, and your mom wiped a tear from her eye.

"How did they?"

"James figured it out the first night."

"Of course he did." You turned back to her. "Let's go inside, you're freezing." You took her hand in yours and pulled her towards the front of the house. This time when you walked in the door, you went as real girlfriends, instead of fake girlfriends. Your heart was at the fullest it had been in years.

Your mom was still crying as she rushed towards both of you, pulling you both into a hug. "Oh, my sweet girls!" She kissed the side of both of your heads. "I'm just so so happy for both of you."

"Thanks, mom," you said, hugging her back.

"Go, get warm," she said, stepping back and wiping more tears from her eyes. "Breakfast will be ready soon."

You took her to the living room, to the couch in front of the fire. Sitting down, you pulled her down with you and covered her with a blanket. The chill hadn't yet hit your bones, like it had Leila. You wrapped your arms around her to hold her close and transfer as much of your heat to her as you could.

"What're we going to tell the girls on Monday?" she asked.

"We'll just be honest."

"That I pretended to be your fake girlfriend because I thought it'd be the closet I got to being your real girlfriend and then your idiot brother played antics to actually make it real?"

"Maybe we can leave a few things out." She shivered again and you brought the blanket up more tightly around her. "How long were you out there?"

"Like an hour."

"Leila!"

"Girls, breakfast is ready," your dad called out.

When Leila stood up, you took off your jumper and gave it to her. "Wear this. It'll help." She pulled it over her head, and you straightened it when it got caught in her long sleeve shirt.

"Thanks."

Your mom had put together a full English breakfast. It wasn't typical that she made it all at once but during the holidays, especially on travel days, she liked to make sure everyone had enough food in their bellies. As everyone ate, you looked around the table. There was laughter and talking over each other. There was love and friendship. There was everything you'd ever wanted at this table. You'd never felt incomplete but somehow in this moment, you felt whole. Nothing really made sense to you either.

"Does this mean mom still wins the bet?" your dad asked.

"You can split it," you answered. "Just as long as James loses," you added with a huge smile.

"Hey, you would've ended up alone if I hadn't meddled," he said.

"Oh great. Now he's going to have a big head about that."

"You'll be too busy in your little love bubble to even notice how big my head is about to get," he retorted.

"Are they fighting or saying nice things?" Leila asked your mom.

"A little of both."

James ended up paying both your parents £50, although mom insisted she had won because Leila had asked to be your fake girlfriend and had been the first to say how she felt. But dad wasn't having it.

They dropped you at the train station, promising to come watch a match and visit soon. The train ride to Manchester was similar to the ride home for Christmas. Leila read while you and Dot slept. Except this time, she lifted the arm rest between you and opened her arm to let you more comfortably sleep on her shoulder. You slept peacefully all the way home to Manchester, cuddled into her side.

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luminni · 2 days ago

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Some of you guys wanted a more in depth look into this post of mine so I expanded upon it and I shall deliver! but this can be read on it's own ofc.

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Simon woke up with a start, even in the low lighting he could tell he was in an unfamiliar room and a small stirring next to him alerted him to the fact he was close to an unfamiliar presence as well. No, not unfamiliar, but not familiar enough for his heart not to jump slightly at noticing you. Your hand grabbed a fist-full of his shirt and you were seemingly trying to pull yourself impossibly closer to his presence. His startled heart began to melt, and in the calm your resting face brought him he began to remember how exactly he got here.

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“M’ tellin ya mate yer going tae like ‘er,” Johnny teased, bounding a couple steps in front of Simon, turning back to him and rocking back and forth on his heels, hands shoved into his pockets to protect them from the cold. As Price often quipped, the scott couldn’t stand still for the life of him.

“Mhm,” Simon just grumbled in response.

“See mate, That’s the attitude that scares all the girls away.” Johnny commented, hands outstretched and exaggerated.

“Whatever.” Simon huffed, rolling his eyes. Johnny wasn’t wrong, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything with a girl that wasn’t a quick lay, even then it had been months, not to mention going out on a proper date. Well, a date was a stretch, you were Johnny’s roommate and close friend for a couple years. He had heard of you, but never met you and now Johnny was insisting that he go on a date with you because he was convinced it was going to work well, Simon wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

“She’s real nice though- so put away the tough guy act big man- girls don’t like that.” Simon couldn’t believe he was getting dating advice from his sergeant, so he just doubled down and kept scowling but Johnny kept pressing. “I'm telling you she's a real sweet girl, kinda lass who would try tae make a crying baby laugh on the tube or go and feed some mangy stray dog, perfect for a prickly bastard like yerself.”

“Okay okay, Jesus ’s not like ’m going to scare ‘er off on purpose.” Simon relented

“You better not, getting laid might do you some good man, calm yer ass down a wee bit” Johnny chuckled

Simon would have yelled at him for that comment but his friend cut him off, “‘Kay we’re ‘ere,” Johnny chirped, “Gaz and his girl should be inside already and she’ll be ‘ere soon,” Johnny said, pushing his Leftenant through the pub door.

Johnny had invited Kyle and his girlfriend for a kind of double date situation because he thought having another girl there would help you feel more comfortable, something Simon couldn’t argue with. Why Johnny’s single ass would be attending was a mystery.

The pub was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the damp cold of the London streets. Simon quickly located Kyle and his girlfriend -whom he had met once before a couple months back- he couldn’t say he wasn’t jealous. Having someone sweet to come home to was a lingering thought that kept him awake most nights. A fleeting hope that persisted despite his best attempts at squandering it. Taking his coat off and quietly greeting the others, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t nervous, terribly so. His hands felt shaky, his stomach twisted in knots, Simon liked situations he could be in control of and this wasn’t one of them. He had no control over whether you would like him or not, over whether you would have a good time, and it terrified him. Johnny had talked you up and made you sound perfect, a fact he didn’t doubt but what if you didn’t “click”, what if the sergeant was wrong. Simon was so nervous he could have passed out right then and there, but little did he know Johnny had been playing both sides.

////

“Ya like serious guys right?” Your roommate had asked you out of the blue, a week or so prior.

“Uh yeah sure? I mean I guess so, more than immature assholes like you.” You had joked back across the small kitchen.

“Well,” He had began, unphased by your teasing, “There’s this guy I work with-”

“Don’t even.” you cut him off

“What?!” he whined

“Don’t try and set me up with one of your military bros,” you warned, “I’m not interested.”

“Just because your last dates have been busts doesnae mean you shouldn't keep tryin’,” He pleaded, catching the sponge you threw at him, “He’s a real good guy, kinda intimidating but you’d like him, promise!”

You glared at him before going back and forth, Johnny was really trying to sell this guy, and he wasn’t wrong, your last three dates had been nothing short of disasters. Selfish bastards that only talked about themselves and wanted to fuck and nothing else. So, after lots of pleading -and a couple tasteful photos from them at the gym- you agreed.

So as you walked closer and closer to the pub, your nerves were buzzing. Just gotta get past his tough exterior is all, Johnny’s words of advice rang through your head. Thankfully your roommate had invited another one of his friends there along with his girlfriend, you would have been hyperventilating if it was just going to be you and some guys. As you reached for the door, you could only hope Johnny was right about this guy.

////

“There she is!” Johnny called out, snapping Simon from his thoughts. He looked to the direct he had sauntered off in to find you. Removing the thick scarf from around your neck, and rolling your eyes at your friend’s shenanigans.

‘Shit shit shit’ Simon began to spiral, biting down harshly on his lip. You were pretty, like really pretty, trying to warm your cold cheeks up with the back of your hand. You looked like the kind of girl a guy would dream about and have to spend a moment getting over after the morning alarm rang. Simon knew he wasn’t unattractive by any means, but it was too damn easy to get self conscious around someone like you.

Noticing his anxiety, Kyle gave him a harsh pat on the shoulder, “Just act natural mate, you’ll be fine.” Easier said than done

You approached the table and it was as if all the pub lights had suddenly focused on you, either that or you were admitting this kind of angelic light from your person.

“Right then,” Johnny began gesturing around the hightop table, “That’s Kyle and his girl,” they smiled and waved, you did the same back, “an’ tha’s the man ‘imself, Simon Riley.”

You took the seat next to him and held your hand out to him, “It’s nice to finally meet you Simon.” You beamed, looking him up and down. He took your hand and he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller it was, how it fit so softly into his. He couldn’t even begin to process the way you had said his name, almost like a little whisper in the buzz of the pub, just the sound made him dizzy.

“Likewise,” He responded, though it was little more than a whisper, “‘eard plenty about you from Johnny.” He continued, accent low and thick. He could’ve kicked himself, even the most normal sentences sounded strange when he said them in front of you. You cast a side eye to your roommate, raising an eyebrow.

“Only the good things hen!” Johnny defended himself, hands in the air. Simon was in love already.

////

Intimidating was the understatement of the century, this guy was absolutely terrifying. He had to be at least 6’4”, probably over 200 pounds of pure muscle, topped off with the most soul piercing brown eyes you’d ever looked at. But there was something more behind all of that, those eyes betrayed just the smallest amount of vulnerability, and with how softly he took your hand in his, maybe Johnny was right.

Thankfully the conversation flowed easily, having Kyle and his girlfriend there helped and Simon was surprisingly easy to talk to. He didn’t say too much, but he always made it so clear he was listening to every word you said, hanging on every syllable. Nodding along and encouraging you to continue. When he did talk, his voice was low, grumbly and deep but somehow soft at the same time, like he was trying to approach some frightened wild animal. Not to mention the way you couldn’t stop your heart from pounding when he leaned down to hear you better, your height difference on full display even when you were both seated.

As the night went on, conversation shifted from being the entire table, to you and Simon going back and forth between each other. Bodies angled towards each other, he had taken his mask completely off by the time the food arrived and you couldn’t deny he was handsome, in a rugged and charming way. When the conversation began to naturally sizzle out you pointed to his arm,

“Tell me about your tattoo?” you asked innocently. Kyle and Johnny held their breaths, their leftenant didn’t open up about stuff like that, got defensive when anybody asked about it. To their surprise and relief, a smile tugged at his lips and he began to gently explain to you the parts of his sleeve, leaving out the more traumatic parts.

“Bruv,” Kyle whispered, leaning into Johnny, “This is like- actually working out.”

“Just had to work some of that MacTavish magic mate.” Johnny grinned, elbowing his friend

“Please never say shit like that again.”

Even when Simon began to feel comfortable enough to start cracking some jokes and Johnny thought his chances were done right then and there, you buckled over and laughed, hitting at his bicep. Not noticing how his eyes shone with pride when he was the one making you laugh.

“I’m going up to get another drink, anybody need a refill?” You asked, nodding as people put in their requests. Simon watched you leave as you weaved your way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving your figure- the curve of your waist more specifically.

“Don’t just stare at her mate, go on ‘an follow ‘er ya big sap” Johnny teased, all but shoving his friend from his stool.

“Fuckin’ workin’ on it,” Simon growled, “Impatient bastard.” He downed the rest of his drink and made his way to where you were perched on the edge of the bar.

“Oh hey!” you beamed, “Did ya want something?” All of your attention immediately on him, Simon felt a surge of pride at seeing the dashed hopes of some stragglers who had obviously had an eye on you when you came up to put your order in.

“Jus’ gettin’ another whiskey is all.” He murmured. He watched as you put the orders in, including his, feeling a strange tightening in his chest when you had to lean in close to the bartender so he could hear your order. Smiling when your face screwed up after asking for a sip of his whiskey, eyes shining when you hummed along to the song blaring from the pub speakers. He realized he was going to have to lock this down immediately.

“Would you-?”

“Hey um,” You unknowingly cut him off, “Would you want to keep talking somewhere quieter?” your eyes didn’t leave you fidgeting fingers, “Like I mean, the apartment is just a couple blocks that way.” you smiled, gesturing in the general direction.

Simon would have jumped for joy if his pride had allowed him, instead he stuttered a response, “Yeah that sounds good, -I mean I’d like...that”

“O-okay, yeah okay,” you nodded, relief washing over your face, grabbing the drinks and asking him to follow. He downed the second glass of whiskey so fast he feared he might have drowned in it. You set the glasses on the table and began to grab your coat.

“Ya leavin’ already lass?” Johnny questioned, sounding a bit defeated, until he noticed Simon shoving his beanie onto his head with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. “Ohhhhh,” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, “You’re leaving.”

You threw him an exasperated look, “Did you remember your keys?”

“Ya know I never do” He winked

You smirked and rolled your eyes, tossing him your extra pair and adjusting your scarf.

“Now ye behave!” Johnny called after the two of you, “I run a right tight ship in tha' gaf an-” He stopped when Kyle threw and hand over his mouth and provided a sweet “Be safe on your way”

Simon gave him a curt nod and led you out of the pub with a steady hand on your lower back.

///

The brisk wind hit you the moment Simon opened the door for you into the outside world. A quick shiver passing through you as you let your arms wrap themselves around your body. Your ears began to burn and you cursed yourself for not bringing a hat. You only got one teeth chattering block before Simon noticed your bright red ears, with an amused sigh, he tugged off his beanie and ruffled his short, blonde locks. Without warning, the hat was then shoved onto your head, pulled snuggly over your ears. You whipped around to face him, big doe eyes shining up at him.

“Don’t mention it.” is all he said, before taking the lead and walking in front of you, thank god it was cold enough to blame his red cheeks on the harsh wind.

You led him though the dark streets, your and Johnny’s shared apartment was only a 10 minute walk from the pub. 10 minutes that were filled with countless questions from you, questions that had felt too awkward to ask in the loud and crowded pub. Favorite color? Favorite song? Favorite food? Favorite animal? What kind of movies did he like? Did he like warm or cold weather? Simon couldn’t remember the last time someone wanted to know this much about him, people on base always seemed to want to get to know Ghost. To try and humanize the intimidating persona he took on when at work, they didn’t want to put in the work to know, to understand the humanity he already possessed. But here you were, asking him questions like your life depended on it. Not in some feeble attempt to make him less scary, but because you were genuinely curious about the person that he was. He felt strangely at peace around you, uncomfortably comfortable, or maybe it was just the fact you made him feel human.

You stopped him at the front of your building with a tug on his sleeve. He let you lead him inside, shuffle into the tiny European elevator that made him look comically large, and hold the door open for you as you slipped into the apartment. It was very clearly a place inhabited by Johnny, the xbox controllers on the coffee table, the 4 empty protein shake bottles in the sink, the ratty sneakers Gaz had begged him to throw away still by the door, and a sleeveless workout hoodie throw haphazardly over the back of the couch. That you scurried to pick up, not expecting company,

“Sorry, he just leaves his shit everywhere.” you sighed, grabbing the shirt and shoving it into the closet hamper.

“Don’t I know it.” Simon chuckled lightly. The parts of the apartment that grabbed his attention next were your additions, a lip gloss tube in the key bowl, a cute teapot on the stove, the CD player next to the TV. You had given the home a “woman’s touch” as Price would have put it. Simon found himself foolishly imagining where your items would fit into his sparsely decorated flat as he toed off his shoes, but then again he was here, in your apartment, so maybe not so ridiculous after all.

“You can come in, ya know?” You giggled from the living room, kneeling down to slot a CD into the player.

“Right, sorry.” he muttered, shuffling his feet across the creaking wood floors and taking a seat on the couch, wincing at how it groaned under his weight. You plopped down right next to him and just began chattering on above the din of the quiet music.

////

When the clock read 11:53, around an hour and a half after you had originally arrived, he began to get antsy. He worried you were going to ask him to leave, to exit this warm bubble you had created for him, it was late but he would have stayed for hours had you asked him.

His stomach dropped when you moved to get up, he had a feeling he knew what was coming. That this would be some one time thing like he had feared, a nice conversation and nothing more. He began to clench and unclench his fists subconsciously, the thought of going back out into the cold streets now felt torturous. But then you just asked him sweetly what kind of tea he wanted.

“Anything.” he rushed out, just relieved he could stay here, with you a little longer. He followed you like some lost dog into the kitchen, watched you fill up that cute teapot with water and click on the stove before leaning against the counter across from him.

You were pressed close by the small layout of the kitchen, “I uh, I hope you don’t mind the music I put on.” You murmured, trying to fill the suddenly awkward silence.

“No, I like it.” He responded bluntly, but his eyes were no longer meeting yours. For the past hour they had been locked onto your lips. Gaze silent, but wanting.

Gingerly, you reached up a hand to his face, noting the way his breath caught in his throat when your fingertips brushed against his scarred skin. On the tips of your feet now, you tilted your head to get around that handsome roman nose before gently placing your lips on his. It was quick, fleeting, it ended as soon as it started. You pulled away, embarrassed due to his deadly still posture, not a hair on him moved.

“Sorry, I just, well- it was a good time with you tonight and-”

It was his turn to cut you off, the quick kiss apparently being all the motivation he needed to surge forward, sliding his hand onto the curve of your waist and guiding your head with a gentle hand on your cheek. Your surprised yelp was swallowed up by his lips enveloping yours. Pressing your body to his and inhaling deeply, it was as if he was trying to swallow you whole with his figure.

Finding a gentle rhythm, he moved his lips against yours, and god were they soft. Like velvet against his chapped and scarred ones. He practically growled when your lips left his, his mouth chased yours. Quirking into a crooked smile when he noticed you teasing smirk. The hand on your cheek moved so he could intertwine his fingers in your hair, cradling the back of your head and guiding your lips back to his. The sweet kiss turned hungry and feverish, the hand on your waist slid down to cradle where the fat of your ass met your thigh. All of a sudden you were being lifted to sit on the counter with just one of his hands, placed down gently by him before he resumed his desperate grip on your thigh. You attempted to move away once more, to catch the breaths he had been taking from you. But his grip tightened on the back of your head,

“Don’t.” The deep rumble of his Manc accent had you pressing your thighs together.

He noticed immediately, smiling as he trailed those kisses down towards your neck, “Ya like that sweet’art?” The grumble in voice almost made it sound like he was purring.

You nodded quickly, gasping and whining as he found that sweet spot on your neck. “Tell me whatcha’ want love, c’mon love need’a ‘ear it.” He growled, forehead resting against yours.

“You.” was pathetically all you could manage after the sudden release of the tension that had been building since the moment you asked him to leave the pub, but that was good enough for him. He let out a low whine and let his forehead rest on your shoulder, one hand slipping up underneath your sweater and the other finding the hem of your jeans. You were back to whining in his ear and placing soft kisses on his neck, both of you too wrapped up in the moment to hear the click of the front door lock and someone made their way inside.

You both heard the door close though and paused, not daring to look, bodies tensed and unmoving.

“Hey we’re back,” Kyle’s voice, “Soap said it was okay if I came to grab copy of- oh.”

Another awkward moment of silence before-

“Ye’ owe me a tenner then Gaz!" Johnny erupted into laughter.

“Aye! No, I still won!” Kyle argued back “It’s 12:11 now, so technically it's not today anymore mate.”

“Yeah but 12:11 's still tonight and I was bettin' that they’d shag t'night so I think-”

“COULD YOU GET THE FUCK OUT JOHNNY?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” You suddenly snapped, finding your voice under the mountain of embarrassment you were under. Simon had been completely silent, hands now white-knuckling the counter top, as he looked away from the scene, staring holes into the cabinets under the sink. All while still leaning over you, jaw tight and teeth grinding, the tips of his ears noticeably red.

“ 'ave some sympathy lass! I jus' lost a tenner!” Johnny continued, unfazed, “I mean really Lt. could ye 'ave started a wee bit sooner then? What were ye waitin’ for? A full moon?”

Simon stayed silent so you took it upon yourself, “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING JUST BARGING IN HERE?!” You tried to regain some decency and push Simon away so you could stand up, but he remained stationary against your attempts to move him, still having a staring contest with the wall.

“I live 'ere too, ye know! An' I texted ya!”

You groaned, realizing your phone sat untouched on the couch.

“Just- just-” You let out a frustrated growl, “You are insufferable.” You hiss, finally slipping from Simon’s guard and yanking on one of his firmly placed hands, and he let you. Whirl him around and wordlessly drag him down the hallway to your private room, following your steps.

"What about yer tea?!" Johnny called out, laughter lacing his voice.

"Oh fuck off!"

////

You shut the door behind you after shoving him through it, embarrassed beyond belief and burning with frustration.

“Sorry he’s such a pain in the ass”

“ s’okay,” Simon finally spoke again, “was hoping to end up here anyway”

That made your eyes widen and cheeks burn almost uncomfortably hot, as he swiftly crossed the room to continue what had been rudely interrupted. He clung to your waist like his life depended on it.

“But he’s-” You began, in between feverish kisses “They’re still-”

He growled in your ear a low, “Let ‘em hear.” It was once again all the warning you got before one hand lifted you up once more “wrap ya' legs 'round my waist sweet thing,” he encouraged, "yeah jus’ like tha’.” He smashed his lips against yours, walking you over to your bed, avoiding the clothes you had strewn around from trying to get ready early on that night, which he immediately picked up on. Setting you gently on the bed, he began to murmur against your lips with a smile, “What's all this? Wanted to look nice for me huh?”

You nodded along dumbly, the feeling his hardened cock in his trousers pressed up against your clothed core became all too much. He let out a low chuckle as he felt you ankles lock around waist.

“ 'M not going anywhere love don’ worry” He slid two calloused hands back under your sweater, ready to take it off. He stopped immediately upon hearing your whines of protest

“Wha’s wrong then love?” He whispered

It took all your brain power to form a coherent sentence in this state but somehow you managed. Lazily removing a hand from his neck and pointing behind you, “The window.” you said breathlessly.

He turned to find the blinds of your street facing window open. He might have been able to deal with his mates hearing some but strangers was a different story.

“Shit.” he untangled himself from you and quickly pulled them shut, “Don’t need anybody seein' what I’m doin' to my girl.”

“Your girl?” you questioned weakly

“Yeah,” he smirked, “ ‘m keepin’ you.”

////

It had all come back, crashing down on him like a wave. He could barley believe he had spent the night with you. You had actually want him, asked him to stay, let him have you, all of you. He untangled himself from you arms, hellbent on grabbing you a hot towel and a glass of water. He slipped into his boxers and his T-shirt and quietly opened the door to slip into the hallway. He could only hope you believed he meant what he said when he told you he wanted to keep you, though now he cringed at his confidence and wording.

He was met with a smirking Johnny leaning over the island as he entered the kitchen.

"Where's Garrick?"

"Fucked off back to his place before you woke up."

"Hm." Simon grabbed a cup from the same cabinet he saw you had last night and began to fill it at the sink.

" 'Hm'? really? Thas' it?" Johnny scoffed "Come on then mate? How'd it go?"

Simon was about to disappear back into your room, without so much as another word to the sergeant before he stopped. Without turning he muttered a quick, awkward, "Thanks."

"Ya know what, I'll take it." Johnny clapped a hand over his friends back and Simon winced. The scratches on his back you had given him burned a bit.

"Oh?"

Simon grumbled and left a bemused Johnny in the kitchen. Back in your room he was reminded how lucky he really had gotten. The sun light perfectly highlighted and shadowed your featured. the curves and dips of your naked body were covered loosely by your white sheets. Your sleeping face peaceful and angelic, you really did seem like a dream.

So he could put up with Johnny more, for you.

A/n: Is this just me coming to terms with the fact I have a humiliation kink? Yeah probably.

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Train Ride

Summary: You start off as just Chan’s beloved girlfriend and end up in bed with all the members.

A/N: This is an expansion of a little oneshot I wrote on Tumblr. Link here. It is specifically an expansion on each of the scenarios in the oneshot, and maybe an additional chapter or two after that. Also, timing wise, this story does take place in the spring/summer. Seungmin’s chapter involves a baseball game and that’s a specific season. So, in case you wonder why anybody’s hair doesn’t reflect their current styles – that’s why. There are, at the moment, 8 planned chapters. That could change.

Also, for you - @skzficpriv for your comment on the original oneshot and therefore the encouragement to actually finish writing these out. Thank you darling!

This post contains sexual content, read at your own discretion.

General cw/tw for the whole fic, not just this chapter: talks of consensual somnophilia, free-use reader, unprotected p in v sex, vaginal sex, talk of and thoughts of sexual fantasies, anal sex between members, oral (m & f receiving), exhibition/voyeurism (thought not actually in public), polyamory, multi-partner sex, established relationship between Chan x fem Reader as well as between Han x Lee Know. 2nd person POV (you/your). I think that's all, might need to add more later.

wc: 2923

Chapter Two Three Four

Chan tossed the wet cloth he’d used to clean you and himself into the hamper then lay back down beside you, tugging you over so you could curl comfortably into his side. He chuckled at your feeble protests at being moved, which stopped as soon as you felt the warmth of his bare skin against yours again. You burrowed in, pressing your face to his side.

On a yawn you muttered, “Wish we’d invite the boys to play with me,” before going limp as you faded into sleep.

Chan froze, looking down at your sleeping face. Surely you didn’t mean what he thought he heard? You couldn’t possibly mean that you wanted the rest of the group to join you two in your bed. Right? He thought about shaking you awake and asking, but knew that was pointless, you wouldn’t be any more coherent until after a full night’s sleep. He tried to calm his mind, reassured that he’d be able to ask about it tomorrow, and eventually fell asleep.

He woke up later than he intended the next morning. Quietly rushing around, so as not to wake you before you needed to be up, he didn’t even remember what you’d whispered until he was walking into the JYPE building and caught sight of Felix and Seungmin walking ahead of him. He stopped in his tracks in the lobby, your sleepy words playing on a loop in his head as he watched his two friends head for the elevators, unaware that he was behind them. He shook himself out of it when one of the company’s security guards tapped him on the shoulder. He thanked the man, saying something about not sleeping well, and made his way up to the recording studio he was expected in.

On his way up, he thought over his reaction, both just then in the lobby and the night before. If he’d been posed a hypothetical question like, how do you think you’d react if your girlfriend said she wanted your friend to fuck her – his immediate reaction would’ve been to say he’d hate the idea. He was possessive of you, everyone knew it. But that wasn’t the way he’d reacted to your words. Instead he was … interested might be too strong a word, but definitely intrigued. He resolved to compartmentalize it in his mind and focus on work until he could talk to you about it.

That lasted for maybe an hour. Until Minho groaned in frustration at getting the English wrong again and Chan’s mind immediately, and without conscious decision, jumped to wondering if he’d make similar noises while fucking you. That single thought started the spiral for him. After that his mind wander and he started to wonder more. What would Hyunjin’s face look like when he sank into your cunt? Did Changbin have as much of a thing for tits as Chan suspected he did? Would Felix's voice go deep or into his higher pitches?

And what about you? Would you make the same noises if Jeongin was the one fucking you as you did when it was him? Would you whine the same way for Seungmin? Who would be whinier – you or Jisung? He was absolutely sure Jisung was loud during sex and now, he was allowing himself to wonder exactly what sounds he and the others would make.

Now that he was thinking these thoughts, he was also recalling every interaction you’d had with the other members recently. How Jeongin’s eyes trailed after you when you walked around their apartment. Or how Jisung’s and Felix’s hugs lingered, something he’d always chalked up to both boys being tactile people to begin with. How Changbin’s hands slid just a little too close to your boobs when he hugged you from behind without actually touching them. Or how Hyunjin always insisted you were the best pose model for whatever he was working on and that he needed an otherwise empty room to focus. The way Minho would look at you sometimes and how similar it was to the way he looked at Jisung and they all knew the pair of them were sleeping together, despite not officially being a couple. How Seungmin didn’t even pretend to shy away from your touch if you happened to be sitting beside him during group gatherings. Or a million other things that he was suddenly looking at in a different light that made him wonder.

He had never really thought about defining his sexuality. You’d asked him about it once and he said he was attracted to people, not their gender. But he had admitted to you that, at the time you got together, he had a bit more experience with guys than with girls, which he’d chalked up to being a trainee throughout puberty. But he’d never allowed himself to delve too deeply into any attraction he might feel for his members, fearing it would make him awkward around them. Now though? Now it seemed that your half-asleep comment had lifted a lid off a box in his mind and all sorts of thoughts were tumbling out.

When they stopped for lunch, he made the seven of them leave ahead of him, playing it off as wanting some privacy to call you. The truth was, with his thoughts spiraling into the territory they were, he was hard. Very hard, and there was no way he could stand up from the desk and it not be obvious. He took several deep breaths, screwing his eyes shut, clenching his hands into fists, and tried to will away his boner. Eventually, he called Hannah and that helped instantly, putting him back on an even keel.

Then came dance practice in the afternoon and that put his mind right back in the gutter. Any body roll or anything that looked even vaguely like a hip thrust had him internally struggling with new images. Once, he excused himself to the bathroom and had to take care of his problem before it became too evident. Or at least, he hoped it hadn’t been noticeable.

The day ended earlier than usual, owing to Hyunjin and Felix both having separate photoshoots. While normally, Chan would take advantage of the early end and head back into the recording studio, maybe with Jisung and Changbin, maybe without them, this time he headed straight for your apartment.

“Channie!” You grinned up at him from behind your computer set up in the living room. One of the best perks, to your mind, about working from home was the ability to move your set up out into the living room or kitchen, or really anywhere that wasn’t your home office for a scenery change. “Everything okay?” You could tell immediately that something had your boyfriend edgy. Hopefully everything had gone well at the company.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. Almost done for the day?” He nodded at your computer.

“Just about. I was gonna make a pizza, do you want to pop it into the oven while I finish up?”

“Yeah, baby girl. That sounds perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he walked by. He paced the length of your kitchen and back again as he waited, first for the oven to heat, then the pizza to cook. He could hear you working on your computer and didn’t want to interrupt, but he really needed to deal with everything that had been going on in his head all day. Now, surrounded by the familiarity of your apartment, nothing changed. He was still thinking about his friends and wondering how you’d look pinned under Changbin, riding Seungmin, or bent over for Minho.

By the time the pizza was done and you were shutting down your work laptop, he still hadn’t decided if he should just ask you about it, or if he needed to fuck you first, to at least get himself somewhat under control so you could have this conversation. He heard you packing away your set up and taking it into your home office, so he sliced up the pizza and brought two plates out into the living room.

“Thank you, baby,” you grinned at him, sitting beside him and snuggling into his side while you both ate.

Normally, your proximity like this would calm Chan, no matter what kind of day he’d had. You’d snuggle into his side, and he’d relax back into the couch cushions. Not this day. The fingers on his free hand tapped incessantly against your shoulder or the back of the couch. He kept shifting around and could not say at all what show you’d put on the tv.

You waited, somewhat patiently, sure he’d tell you what was going on after a while. Meanwhile, Chan was wondering how the hell to even bring it up. Eventually, you got tired of waiting. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

You sat up to look directly at him. “You’re edgy, babe. Like you get when something’s bugging you. What is it?”

“It’s not…. It’s about what you said last night, before you fell asleep.” At your puzzled look, he said, “You don’t remember?”

“Channie baby, I’m lucky I remembered my own name by the time you were done with me last night.” Smug, Chan grinned and puffed up his chest. “You’re going to have to remind me what I said.” You grinned, playfully rolling your eyes at his smug grin.

“You said, um…. You said you wished we’d invited the guys over so they could play with you too.” Your mind raced. The pair of you had talked about fantasies before, but you’d never voiced that thought out loud, afraid of how Chan would react. Would he think differently of you? If you denied it, would he even believe you? Was he disgusted by you? Or would he think you had or would be willing to cheat on him? Maybe he’d just get really possessive and fuck you into the couch and afterwards you could both pretend you’d never said anything.

Your thoughts were racing so fast that you didn’t realize the time for denial had passed. At least until Chan says, “Baby girl? Did you mean it?”

“I, uh… no?” You tried denying it, but no one would believe a denial that came out sounding that unsure.

“I think you did. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day, baby. Do you know how hard it’s been to get any work done today with these thoughts?” With your terrible denial, Chan grew bolder. You looked away from his face, biting the edge of your thumbnail out of nervousness. When you looked down, you noticed the bulge in his pants. Your eyes widened and shot back up to his face. “Do you have any clue how hard it’s been, all day?” He asked, pressing a palm against his clothed dick. “Hearing Minho groaning into the mic? Seeing Hyunjin roll his hips and wondering….” He trailed off, eyes darkening as he realized that your mind had immediately followed his train of thought and now you were thinking all the same things he’d been thinking.

“You’d… I mean, you’re not upset? That I’ve thought about them, like that?” You asked in a small voice, still somewhat unsure of exactly where this conversation was headed.

Your bed, it turned out, was where the conversation was headed. Chan had gripped your hips, pulling you onto his lap and hungrily kissing you without another word. He’d damn near torn your shirt trying to get it off as quickly as possible before groaning when he realized you hadn’t bothered with a bra that morning. You arched into him as he closed his lips around one nipple, teasing the other with his fingers.

When you started to roll your hips against the bulge in his pants, he’d stood up with you in his arms and swiftly strode to your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed and following right behind you. He didn’t give you time to get your bearings or get situated before he was tugging off your lounge pants and panties. His lips were back to roaming on your neck and chest as his hands smoothed up your thighs, pushing them apart so he could slot himself comfortably between them.

You’d gone from nervous to turned on so quickly that you were struggling to keep up with him, eventually just giving in and letting yourself feel his fingers, lips, and tongue, rather than try to keep track of exactly where your boyfriend’s roaming hands were. Until you felt the pad of his thumb pressing against your clit. You gasped, arching and trying to press yourself harder against that single digit.

“Aw, is baby girl needy?” he teased.

“Channie, please.”

He grinned, leaning down to nip at your collar bone. “You have to do something for me though.”

“Anything,” you agreed, desperate to have him. He pulled completely away from you and you whined. Then you looked over and saw he was standing so he could strip himself. As soon as his boxers were kicked off, you reached for him, pulling him back to you by his wrist.

He claimed your lips in a hungry kiss, right hand sliding down your tummy, over your hip, and covering your pussy. With less gentleness than usual, he dipped first one, then two fingers into you. He didn’t spend much time prepping you, just thrusting his fingers into you a few times before deciding he couldn’t wait anymore. But as wet and turned on as you were, you had no problems stretching to accept him.

He bottomed out inside you, your legs wrapped around his hips, him propped up on his hands and leaning over you. Before he started moving, he said, “You have to tell me what you’ve thought of.” At your blank look, he elaborated. “You’ve thought about my friends. Tell me what you’ve thought about. You said you wanted them to play with you, but I’m sure you have details.”

You groaned, partly embarrassed to be having this conversation but mostly because that was when he started to move. He started off with long, slow thrusts, letting you feel every inch of him dragging through your walls. You knew he’d been turned on by his own thoughts, but part of you was still nervous how he’d react to your fantasies.

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“How could I possibly be mad at you?” he countered.

It took you a while, between your moans and gasps, but you finally told him your favorite fantasies. “I want them to use me,” you started off. “Whenever they want. Like when I’m wearing the necklace you bought me so you can fuck me whenever, wherever. I wanna do that for them too.” You gasped, arching against a particularly hard thrust. “Let them fuck me when I’m asleep after a long day like you do. Or – oh God – call me to the dance studio or recording studio ‘cause something’s not going right so you’re all stressed.” You dug your nails into Chan’s back as he leaned down and bit your neck, sucking a deep purple mark into the skin there. “Wanna cock warm Lixie while he’s gaming or Minnie while he’s reading. Be passed around to everybody during movie night. Wanna ride Bin’s thigh after a workout, when he’s still all sweaty. Let Hyune paint me naked or paint on me, then fuck him.”

As Chan’s thrusts got rougher, it got harder to speak, but you kept going at his insistence. “Wanna – ah – wanna sit on Ji’s face. Suck on Innie’s fingers while he fucks me. Let Minho bend me over the balcony fence so I have to be real quiet.”

Chan had your legs bent up so your knees were at your chest when you finally clenched around him, orgasm rushing through you. Every scenario you gave him, brought him closer to his own orgasm and he followed right behind you, the warmth of his cum flooding into you. He brought your legs down, gently massaging your thighs as you both worked to catch your breath.

With a burst of courage, probably encouraged by how he’d reacted to everything else so far, you decided to tell him one final fantasy. But still, you wrapped your legs around his hips to hold him to you, just in case. “I’d be happy with all that, and more. But I’d like to date them too, if they wanted.” You got quieter as you spoke, suddenly afraid that he might think you thought he wasn’t enough for you.

Chan shifted against you, not moving away, just shifting so he could look up at your face. “I wondered, earlier today, and probably before if I’m being really honest, about kissing them. Think I’d like kissing Lix or maybe Hyune the most. Well, no, maybe most is wrong.” He sighed, shifting again and resting his head between your boobs before he continued. “Point is, I know you love me. I love you too.” He kissed the side of your boob. “But I am totally okay with one or both of us dating one or a couple or all of them.”

You relaxed your legs, letting them drop to either side of his hips. Then started gently carding your fingers through his sweaty hair.

A short while later, as you were cleaning up in the shower, Chan asked, “So, would you want to try to see how many of your fantasies we can bring to life?”

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svetamillss · 1 day ago

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Headcanons: you've been deaf since birth🤍

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

A/N: This is the first time I'm writing something about this disease. Therefore, I can't accurately convey all the feelings, I apologize in advance!

🤍🤍🤍

��You met your girlfriend on a dating site. You almost immediately developed a very close relationship, but you did not dare to tell her that you would never be able to hear her, you were afraid that because of the truth, she would not want to be with you. But the moment came when she invited you on a date, you really wanted it, but the fear was stronger.

(Imagine that this is your correspondence dialogue)

You: <It will be uncomfortable for you to walk with me. >

Hyunnie: < Baby, why did you decide that? I really want to finally see you and kiss you. >

You: <I have one secret that you won't like. >

Hyunnie: <I also have one secret, let me tell it to you, and then you give me yours? >

You: <Okay. >

Hyunnie: <I don't tell many people about it, but I trust you very much and I know you won't judge me. In general, I'm transgender. I've almost finished transferring to a full-fledged girl, I need to earn some money for the last procedures. >

You: <Thank you for telling me this. But you are really a very beautiful girl in the world, Hyunnie, but my secret is much scarier. >

Hyunnie: <I'll stay until the very end! >

You: <I’m deaf since birth. I won't be able to talk to you and listen to you. >

Hyunnie: <Baby, I'm very sorry that such trouble happened to you. But I love you and I won't leave you because of it. Don't worry, I'll learn sign language and we'll be able to communicate fully. But I still hope that our date is valid. ❤️>

You: <Yes, the date is valid.❤️ >

🤍Your girlfriend really turned out to be the best in the world. You moved in almost immediately and started living together. As she promised, she began to stubbornly learn sign language to talk to you. And she did it very well. Although you could not hear her words about strong love for you, you could feel and see all the actions she showed to you to prove her love.

🤍You worked from home, so you only goed outside with Hyun Ju. She didn't want to let you go alone because she was worried about you. Even your words that you were used to such a life did not calm her down.

🤍Even despite all this, you are afraid that the girl will get tired of you and find herself "normal love". But as soon as Hyun Ju finds out about it, she begins to prove that it is not so. After all, she doesn't care what you are like, she loves anyone from you. She is really the most important gift in your life.

🤍Because of your peculiarity, sex with your girlfriend is quiet. There are no cute or vulgar conversations. There is only eye contact, actions and sensations. But Hyun Ju doesn't get upset that she can't hear how pleased you are, it's enough for her to look at your embarrassed face to understand everything.

🤍🤍🤍

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pinkyqily · 1 day ago

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lauren james request!! readers birthday is new years day and lauren surprises her for new years and her birthday with a gift she has always wanted (a pet, expensive item, a car, anything valuable really)

𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎 ��𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - Lauren james x reader

Summary : Your girlfriend surprises you with a well awaiting - well you'll need to read to find out the surprise duh, can't always be spoiling fic it ain't gifting day!.

Contains : fluff

A/n : Thank you for requesting this, I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like reading it too. As always, feedback like ask or comments are highly appreciated if you send them 💕.

Your 24th birthday was coming up soon, and you knew your girlfriend lj has been planning something. From the hints she's been leaving you.

From getting you things on your birthday wish list, too, your recent trip to dubai. But you couldn't wrap your mind to what it could be.

So after working a really long shift, the last day of December because you wanted to take an off day for the 1st as it was your birthday. Who would want to work on their birthday, definitely not me.

Instead of witnessing the normal jersey thrown on the floor, gym bag is normally on the floor of your shared apartment with your girlfriend. Was a little too quiet and clean for your liking.

"Lauren, I'm home." You tried calling out her name serval times but was met with silence. You brought your phone and tried dialing her number but was taken straight to voice-mail, which was werid because she would pick up right after the second ring.

Not wanting to overthink the situation, you headed to the bathroom. For a very needed pampering after working a long shift. Grabbing a matching robe that you and Lj have while applying a fresh new face mask.

Your mind couldn't stop wondering where your girlfriend was. It felt like she had disappeared but not so much. Giving you hella vibes of jamais Vu or whatever the French call it.

You tried to push out the negative thoughts out, you started by cleaning your shared space, and as you, we're cleaning your closet. You found a really old photo of you and Lauren back when you first met her at the euros' finals.

The sudden feels of deja vu sent shivers up your spine. Clock was ticking, and your girlfriend was nowhere to be found. Wanting to try again, you picked up your phone from where you had placed it re-dialing Lauren number but was met with a deadline.

You couldn't remember how long you had stayed up waiting for your girlfriend, but to no avail you fell asleep due to exhaustion.

The next day, you would wake up still with no Lauren around you. Suddenly, your body is filled with panic, but before you could fully react, you heard sounds of rumbling coming from your living room.

Getting out of bed and quickly rushing with only your hairspray as a tool of self defense incase someone had broken in. To your holy surprise, your apartment had been broken into by the girlfriend you we're worried about.

"Where the heck have you been lauren you had me really worried?" You told her with hints of announcements in your voice. "I know baby things weren't going like I planned, so I had to work with what I could." She said with guilt.

"Felt like you disappeared on me." You said, tears falling from your eyes. " I'm sorry baby, I promise it won't happen again, and the surprise would definitely be worth it." You heard her say as she was wiping away the tears. "Happy birthday lovely".

After hours of reassuring from lauren and spending the day showerd with love and care. You truly found out what your big surprise was because lauren had told you to get dressed in your fancy but most comfortable dress, and you would meet her at some special cottage.

The moment you finished getting ready, there was a limo already waiting for you outside your home. Your head was really spinning to what lauren was planning.

Before you could get deep in thoughts, the driver had informed you of your arrival.

The place Lauren had book was beautiful as you entered through the halls rose petals were on the ground, pictures of you and Lauren though out the years hanged on the wall.

But the one that caught your eyes was a picture of when you guys were doing long distance and she came to surprise you from the other side of the world, when you poured your heart to her the night prior to her visit.

You finished your walk to find lj in a room fully decorated and in a suit looking most beautifully as ever. "Lauren, what going on?" You asked her as your voice laced with nervousness.

She started by saying."Since the day that I meet you at the euros was the moment I realized what being inlove meant, you made me become the woman that I am today stood by my side when the whole world was doubting me but you never gave up on us kept on fighting no matter the difficulties that we faced, but it all does matter to me and all I ask of you today is-.

She said, getting on one knee but before she could finish. You felt like you knew what she was gonna say next, didn't even let her finish her sentence before nodding your head and saying. "If you're asking me to marry you, then it is a yes." You told her suddenly, feeling her strong arms wrap around you. " Happy birthday, baby,".

Cutting her off guard by placing your lips onto hers, you we're now engaged to Lauren james, the best birthday gift you could've asked for.

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thanosscross · 19 hours ago

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Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon part 2

Summary: For weeks you couldn't get either man out of your head, but what happens whenever they finally find you and have a chance to speak with you again.

Warnings: None for this part, all fluff for you lovelies <3

After that night you tried to go back to your usual life, but it was hard whenever everything reminded you of the two men you had slept with, it was a first for you, most guys you got with were always vanilla, so spending that night with Seung Hyun and Ji Yong was a complete 180 for you, not that you were complaining. You attempted to find them on social media, but after looking up their names and seeing the extensive internet history of them being famous and apart of a huge K-pop group, you were quickly scared away.

Seung Hyun and Ji-Yong were having the same exact issue as you, desperately trying to figure out who exactly you were, but without a last name it was proving to be a lot more difficult than they had originally thought. After reaching out to a few friends the boys were quick to learn your name, thank god Ji-Yong had taken a video of the boys at the club, catching you not far off in the background of it. Whenever you got message from Ji-Yong you were concerned at first, until he explained that your friend, Mi-Su, had given him your number. Agreeing to meet again at your apartment considering they had already been there you all sat in the living room. You felt flustered under their gazes, knowing that the last time they saw you, you weren't exactly sober. "We can't stop thinking about you" Ji-Yong started nervously, this topic wasn't exactly something you could just cut to the point with, but Ji-Yong wasn't really sure how to ease into it. You could feel your face heat up as Ji-Yong spoke, looking down at your hands "I-I've thought about you two as well" You shyly admitted, your admission caused both boys' hearts to jump, looking back up to see their reactions, you saw them both looking at each other. "So....what does that mean?" You asked after a moment, messing with your rings nervously, you weren't exactly sure why they were here, but you figured with you not being able to get them out of your head, why not have them come over and talk like they want to?

"We um..We talked about it...and if you're okay with it..we both wanna take you out" Seung Hyun nervously mumbled out, scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes "Only if you're okay with it, y/n" Ji-Yong jumped in, watching your face closely as you processed their request, both of them? "So..like..two boyfriends?" You asked tilting your head confused, Ji-Yong couldn't hide his smile at your cuteness "Basically..yea" He answered sheepishly, his freshly dyed red hair falling in front of his eyes. "I..um.." You stopped, were you really about to do this? What has your life come to? You worked at a half ass restaurant as a cook, and now two famous k-pop idols were wanting you to be their girlfriend, what the fuck.

You noticed their nervousness, Ji-Yong repeatedly adjusting his beanie, Seung Hyun messing with his hands, his eyes never meeting yours until you replied "Sure" You shrugged smiling, watching both of their heads turn towards you quickly in shock "R-Really?" Seung Hyun asked in shock, glancing at you and then Ji-Yong, almost like he couldn't believe what the hell he was hearing. "Yea, You both seem really sweet, and hot, so why not, as long as I won't mess with you two as friends" You explained calmly, trying to stay calm, knowing you'd call your friend later to freak out about your situation. "No, No we've already talked about it" Ji-Yong assured before smiling softly "So would you..wanna stay for dinner?" You asked softly, motioning to your kitchen nervously.

The next week was amazing, you had spent it with both men, learning more about them while starting to realize you really liked the two. "Y/n?.." You heard Seung Hyun's half asleep voice call from the living room, groaning and rolling out of your bed, you slowly shuffled to the living room where both Ji-Yong and Seung Hyun stood, finally ready for work "I was laying down, this better be good" You huffed crossing your arms under your blanket that you had wrapped around you "You're adorable, Aegiya" Ji-yong smiled, pressing a short kiss to your forehead before looking to Seung Hyun "We have to rehearse today, but did you want to come to our place?..You can meet Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang?" Seung Hyun asked softly, resting a hand on your shoulder "You can wear that, if your heart is set on it" He offered, you just nodded going to get your phone and other things you'd need, you'd be damned if you were getting all dressed up this early in the morning, the sun hadn't even come up yet, and wasn't for a few more hours. Both boys just laughed as you shuffled back to them, leaning into Seung Hyun's side as Ji-Yong opened the door for you both before taking your hand holding it gently as Seung Hyun wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You laid around for about six hours before you heard the door open and different voices start to echo off of the walls "Oh Y/nnn!" You heard Ji-Yong's voice call, you slowly got up from your spot, peeking out of the room before shyly walking out towards the group of men that stood waiting in the living room "Guys! Meet Y/n, she's amazing" Seung Hyun smiled brightly, you waved softly chewing on your bottom lip gently was you approached them all, Ji-Yong wrapped his arms around you quickly, resting his head on your shoulder as you shook Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang's hands, giving Seung Hyun a soft smile as he kissed your knuckles gently "Aein" He greeted as you blushed brightly resting your head on Ji-Yong's as the others spoke, the entire night Dae-Sung had a weird feeling about you, the way you were dating Ji-Yong but the way you interacted with Seung Hyun was weird, the thing that confirmed it? Was after Ji-Yong fell asleep, Dae-Sung had caught you and Seung Hyun making out, his arm propping against the wall keeping you pinned as his lips were firmly pressed against yours. Sneaking into his friends room he quickly shook Ji-Yong "Buddy, bro, wake up" He grunted, sighing in relief whenever Ji-Yong sat up tiredly looking at him confused "Your girlfriend is out there making out with Seung Hyun" He whispered, pointing towards the wall, Ji-Yong just huffed dropping his back into the pillows "You don't care?" He asked after a moment, Dae-sung was confused, why the hell was his friend not upset right now? "He's allowed to, bro" He grumbled into his pillows "She's his girl too" He added on before turning his back to Dae-sung pulling the blankets back over his face.

The two spent the night talking about possibilities on what could be going on between their two friends and you, only to be caught by Seung Hyun a few hours later. While he explained to the others, you were laying next to Ji-Yong, laying pieces of his hair out of the way of his face, he was even pretty whenever he slept, and it frustrated you a little bit, how could both men be so effortlessly perfect? As you laid there, now glaring at the ceiling, Ji-Yong's arm draped across your waist, Seung Hyun walked in chuckling at your glare "What's going on, Aein?" He asked softly, shutting the door behind him as he crawled on the other side of you, plopping himself down before laying his arm slightly higher than Ji-Yong's on your waist "How are you both this good looking, but I have to spend forty minutes trying to get my hair to work with me in the mornings" You huffed, turning your head to glare at him "You truly are adorable" Was all he replied, chuckling softly to himself before pressing his lips to your jaw gently "I'm going to fall asleep soon though..If you need anything just wake me up okay?" He asked softly, even in the dark you could make out his features, and how truly beautiful he looked "Got it" You smiled softly, turning to lay your head on his chest as Ji-Yong turned on his side to wrap his arm around you.

The next morning, you woke up with only one of the men in bed with you, Seung Hyun was still fast asleep next to you as your phone buzzed again with a message

'Got called in for solo rehearsal, be back soon <3'

You sent back a heart before dropping your phone back on the mattress turning towards one of your boyfriends "Seung..." You whispered, placing a hand on his bare chest, his bright blue hair a frizzy mess as he slowly peeked his eyes open, smiling softly at you before closing his eyes again, you huffed, needing him to wake up in order for you to get out of bed, grabbing your phone to ask Ji-Yong what exactly to do. After getting your answer you turned your attention back to Seung Hyun, cupping his cheeks "Aein..wake upp" You whined softly, not wanting to be too loud incase their other bandmates were home, Seung Hyun huffed, attempting to turn away from you, after realizing he wouldn't be able to he sighed opening his eyes "Shhh I'm sleeping with girlfriend" He whispered, pulling you closer to him "Noooo! Seung Hyun I need to gooo" You whined trying to fight against his tired grip "Why?.." He mumbled as he slowly opened an eye again "I have work, My love" You whispered, pressing your lips gently to his before trying to get back up "Just..stay here, its okay" He huffed, not loosening his grip, you sighed smiling at him "Fine, since I like you a tiny bit" You teased, Seung Hyun gave you playful glare before pulling you close to him, giggling softly you traced circles on his chest sighing "Are we just going to lay in bed all day?" You asked, your tone still teasing as he looked at you smiling "Mmmm maybe until Ji gets back" He said shrugging, tracing his fingers up and down your arm "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked softly, tilting his head gently as you blushed, dropping your head against his chest "Don't say that.." You giggled, he just grabbed your hand smiling "I'm gonna say it, because it's true" He whispered playfully, you just rolled your eyes "Fine then, do you know how beautiful you and Ji are?" You fired back, watching as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink "Seriously, you just woke up and already you're making my knees weak?" You giggled, smiling as he looked at you in confusion "How?!" He asked laughing loudly, you just smacked his arm softly as you blushed.

You both did indeed lay in bed all day, whenever Ji-Yong walked in he was greeted by you both laying in his bed laughing loudly at something on Seung Hyun's phone "He looks so adorable! I love it!" You smiled grabbing his phone to send yourself the picture of a sleeping Ji-Yong that was sleeping in an airport, hanging halfway off of the chairs while holding a stuffed animal. "What do you have that's making our beautiful girl laugh that hard?" Ji-Yong asked smiling as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as you both looked at him giggling and chuckling "Seung Hyun was showing me pictures of you" You replied sweetly, staying in your spot next to Seung Hyun, your head resting on his shoulder as you slid his phone back into his hand "She missed you, but didn't want to bother you after I explained what rehearsals were" Seung Hyun explained smiling, loving how sweet you were to not only him but his best friend as well. "Aww, sweet girl" He smiled brightly, making his way over to the bed hugging you tightly "What're the plans today? Have you guys even moved out of bed?" Ji-Yong asked after pulling away from your hug "We did for a little bit, it's just so comfortable in here" You objected before offering your hand "Come see for yourself" You tempted, waving your hand gently as Ji-Yong took it gently flopping next to you on the mattress, scooting closer to you as he looked over at Seung Hyun's phone "Really! I thought you meant my good pictures!" He protested whining, Seung Hyun laughed shaking his head as he muttered 'never' as you smiled cupping his cheeks "Don't worry, Ji, he showed me" You assured sweetly, causing his heart to swoon, as the three of you laid in bed you sighed, not knowing how you ended up in this situation, but you weren't at all complaining.

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k31raaa · 17 hours ago

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|eating out jinx to help her relax

this is unfortunately pretty basic as ive re fractured my wrist😭 just some lovely pussy eating and some sweet fluff scattered in

jinx is red text, ur pink xx

Jinx has been sat at her work bench for, well you would guess around 18 hours. you have barely heard a peep out the blue haired girl, a simple “love you, be safe!” could be heard when you informed her you were going out to the market. she needs a BREAK. she would never take one herself, so you took matters into your own hands.

You tiptoed from the bed and over to your girlfriend, who was sitting in a beautifully unique sitting pose as per usual. she had “get jinxed!” playing in a low volume while she hummed along, tapping her thumb to the beat. you slipped your arms over her shoulders, immediately pressing a simple smooch onto the space under her ear. you could tell she was over worked by the slowed movements unlike her usual fast, unpredictable ones. she tilted her head to look at you with a smile that just made you melt. “hey cutie” her eyes resemble that time you two got unbelievably stoned together. you smiled back. “you uh, almost.. done?.. i miss you.” you said in the sweetest voice you could yet it still betrayed the confusion you felt, you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what’s taking so much of your girlfriends time that should be spent on you. she looked guilty, she clearly felt bad, which obviously made your heart ache. you didn’t come here with the goal to upset her, maybe.. make her cry for another reason. and thats what you did.

“a-ah, fuck, right t-there!” she says in the most deliciously whiny tone, hands ruthlessly grabbing at your scalp, filling your head with the perfect burn, one that makes you grind your throbbing clit into anything in reach. your tongue flicked in a perfect pattern to have jinx forgetting all about her silly project, and to focus on the fact you slipped one or two fingers into her dripping hole. sick of watching in awe while it clench onto nothing but itsself , while ur fingers did nothing but try to run from the temptation of stuffing yourself full. each noise you couldnt fully swallow down vibrates against her pussy as you skill fully made out with it, spending plenty of time in your favourite place to of fully memorised what jinx adores. “c-coming, baby, mmph, shitt-!” she cut herself off with a silent scream. the way her back arched your surprised it didnt snap. her gummy walls tightened so hard you couldn’t thrust your fingers anymore, thinking they might pop off if you pulled too hard. you weren’t planning on stopping just yet but the way she panted and shoved your head away you decided to play nice, pressing one last kiss to her clit as your kissed trailed up, stopping on her cheek as you pulled her weak, small frame into your arms, cooing as she clawed at your arm for an unknown reason. probably a desperate attempt to ground herself from cloud 8. your hand gently scratches at the base of her scalp while you fill her ears up with the kindest words she used to only dream of hearing.

yeahokay sorry this is shit. i started it at 6am and its now 6:43am. IM TIRED and my wrist hurts. i love you guys, take care 💚

#arcane #jinx x reader #jinx #i need her so bad stop #vi x reader #her armssssssss im creaming everywhere

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 1 day ago

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Runaway Kidnapping - Part 01: Murder Plot

-> Pairing: Non-Idol!Min Yoongi x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

-> Synopsis: The night before her wedding, Y/N overhears her fiancée and his assistant talk about a plot to have her killed 6 months after the wedding. This opens the door wide to all the secrets and schemes her fiancée and his family have been keeping and planning the whole time of their relationship. It also leads to her re-connecting with her ex-boyfriend, Min Yoongi as they end up on the run together.

-> Warnings: Mentions of murder, murder made to look like suicide, mentions of fake kidnapping. Let me know if I've forgotten anything.

-> Word Count: 3,551

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As Y/N approaches her fiancée, Ji-ho's office, she notices the door slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the dimly lit office space. He messaged her earlier saying he wouldn’t be finishing work until late. Since it’s the night before their wedding, she decided to surprise him, picking up his favourite takeaway food on the way to his office knowing he probably hasn't have eaten yet.

Just as she reaches to push the door open, but she stops herself, her hand hovering mid-air as she overhears Ji-ho and his assistant, Su-mi talking.

“I wish we didn’t have to wait six months,” Ji-ho expresses, his voice tinged with frustration. “If only my father wasn’t so stubborn.”

“I understand, sweetheart, but I’m sure the next six months will fly by smoothly,” Su-mi reassures him, her tone soothing yet laced with an undertone of excitement and malice. “Y/N's not the type to stir trouble; she’s too weak and timid. Plus, think about the money - 5 million won just for being married for half a year.”

Y/N feels her heart shatter as the realization dawns on her. The last two years have been nothing but a facade, a mere arrangement for her soon-to-be husband to claim 5 million won from his father. Memories of their laughter, the sweet moments they shared, and the promises whispered in the dark come crashing down around her like shattered glass.

Su-mi’s laughter floats through the door, light and carefree, a stark contrast to the heaviness in Y/N’s heart. “Once the money is in your hands, you can finally escape your father’s expectations. We can quit this place and go somewhere else.”

She takes a few steps back, her breath hitching in her throat. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, a mix of anger and sadness churning within her as she realizes her relationship was tainted with a hidden agenda. The image of Ji-ho, the man that she loves and thought she knew, is now a total stranger to her.

“We just need to ensure he never finds out that her death is pre-meditated,” she hears Ji-ho say, his tone non-chalant, causing her to jerk her head toward the door, her eyes wide with shock.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Su-mi replies confidently. “We just have to inform my contact whether to stage it as a suicide or an accident.”

“Suicide,” he responds without hesitation. It’s as though he’s thought about it a lot. “If there’s a suicide note, there won’t be an investigation. An accident, however, will lead to a deeper inquiry.”

Y/N can hardly process what she’s hearing. Tears well up in her eyes as she listens to the chilling conversation between her fiancé and his assistant. As fear for her life sets in, she retreats further, quietly slipping out of the building, making sure not to be heard.

As she exits the building the cool night air hits her face, her first instinct is to run, to get as far away from Ji-ho and Su-mi and their schemes as soon as possible. But with her wedding tomorrow and the length Ji-ho is willing to go to for money, she knows that running away isn't enough. As she continues to think about what to do, her mind flashes to the one person she swore she'd never contact again, the only person that will be able to help her out of all this, Min Yoongi.

With trembling hands, she abandons the bag of food and reaches into her pocket, pulling out her phone. She opens her contacts and scrolls through the numbers. She hesitates when she finds his name, her thumb hovering over the contact she should have deleted four years ago.

Will he even answer?

Does he still have her number?

Did he block her like she should have blocked him?

Does he even still have the same phone number?

She gazes up at the building, her fiancée's and his assistant's words echoing in her mind. The towering building above her, makes her feel small and insignificant, reminding her how much higher up Ji-ho is compared to her. The son of a successful businessman and community leader vs. a kindergarten teacher with almost nothing to her name.

Her attention shifts back to her phone as she presses the call button, her heart racing as she brings it to her ear, hoping for a lifeline.

Time seems to slow down as she waits for him to answer his phone. She lifts her hand to her mouth as she starts biting her thumbnail, a habit she thought she had outgrown.

She's about to give up when the call finally connects, and Yoongi’s deep familiar voice comes through the phone. "Hello?"

"Yoongi," Y/N replies, her voice shaky and her hands trembling, the weight of her emotions spilling over.

There’s a long silence on the other end, and for a moment, she worries he might hang up. But then, with a tone full of concern, he asks, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do, Yoongi,” she whispers, her eyes darting around the almost empty street, remaining vigilant in case the two plotting her murder appear from the building. “I’m scared. I need your help.”

“Where are you?” he inquires without missing a beat. She tells him her location. “Don’t move, okay? I’m on my way,” he assures her before ending the call.

Clutching her phone tightly, she searches for a spot to sit where she won’t be seen by anyone leaving the office building. She finds a small bench tucked away in a corner, half-hidden by a cluster of bushes and sits down.

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as she waits. Finally, she spots a familiar car pulling up to the curb, and Yoongi steps out. His expression shifts from confusion to alarm as he sees her state. Without a word, he hurries over and wraps his arms around her, offering a sense of security she hasn’t felt in years.

“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, guiding her to the car. Once they’re inside, he locks the doors and turns to her, his eyes filled with concern. “Tell me everything.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice shaky as she recounts the horrifying conversation she overheard. Yoongi listens intently, his jaw tightening with every word. He makes a move to get out of the car, but she stops him. “He doesn’t know that I know. It’ll make things worse if you go in there. I think I should go to the police.”

“Do you have evidence?” he asks. “Because they won’t listen unless you have something. If you don’t, it’s just your word against his and guess who they’ll believe.”

“I can get evidence,” she tells him.

Yoongi looks at her with a mix of concern and confusion. “Evidence? How are you going to get that?”

She takes a deep breath, her mind racing through different possibilities. “I don’t know yet. Maybe I can record a conversation or find some documents.”

He nods slowly, considering her words. “They’re planning to have you killed, Y/N, who knows what else they're capable of," He says, echoing her thoughts from before. "You can’t just walk back in there and start digging around. Who knows what they’ll do to you if they catch you snooping around.”

It’s then she gets an idea. “Do you still do what you do?” she asks, remembering his job of getting paid to do things like find people, cause a scene in public, and pretty much anything that doesn’t involve kids, sex and murder.

“I haven’t changed much in four years,” he says, confirming he’s still in the business. “I do have two employees now though.”

“Kidnap me from my wedding,” she suggests, causing him to look at her shocked. “I have money. I can pay you.”

Yoongi blinks, processing her words. "Kidnap you? From your wedding?" he repeats, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Yes,” she asserts, her determination growing stronger.

“Okay,” he nods agreeing to the plan and starts forming a plan in his head, not needing much convincing. “Message me all the details and I’ll work something out.”

“Thank you,” she smiles sadly, thinking about how her life has come to this.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Yoongi asks her, as he starts his car.

“I don’t think I can go home,” she sighs, she already shares an apartment with Ji-ho. They decided to move in together before the wedding, so they didn’t have to worry about it afterwards. “Ji-ho and I already live together,” she tells him. “All my stuff is there but I don’t think I can go back now that I know what they’re planning.”

“Is there another place you can go?” he asks.

“Taehyung. You can take me to Taehyung’s,” she replies, mentioning her younger brother and relays his address to him.

As Yoongi drives toward Taehyung’s home, nothing more is said. The silence is heavy but not uncomfortable. It’s more like a mutual understanding filled with unspoken thoughts and memories of their past. The fear of bringing up old feelings keeps them from talking. Yet, Y/N can’t help but admire her ex-boyfriend, her heart fluttering slightly as she takes him in. He hasn’t changed all that much. The only difference being that his hair is longer now, cascading in soft waves that frame his face and his face looks leaner. Other than that, he still resembles the same Yoongi she fell in love with all those years ago.

Arriving at Taehyung’s apartment building, Yoongi parks the car and turns to look at her, his expression serious. “Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” he asks, his brow slightly furrowed in concern for his former love.

She pauses briefly before responding, “I’ll feel better once this is all behind me.”

“Send me a list of your things,” he instructs her, his tone firm yet gentle.

“Why?” she asks, puzzled.

“Just trust me on this,” he replies, keeping it vague, a hint of determination in his voice that makes her heart flutter with a mix of anxiety and hope.

She agrees with a nod.

“Don’t stress about anything, okay?” he tries to comfort her, his voice softening. “I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly. Just try to get some rest.” She can see the sincerity in his eyes and for a second she can see a flicker of the boy she once knew so well.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. As she reaches for the car door handle, he stops her.

“If you tell Taehyung what’s going on, make sure he doesn’t tell anyone else. The less people that know, the better,” he advises her, knowing how close her and Taehyung are.

With a reluctant sigh, she agrees and exits the car. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she grips her phone tightly, as if it could ground her against the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She turns her head, sparing one last look at Yoongi. His eyes are intense and filled with an emotion she can’t quite decipher. She offers him a small, grateful smile before turning on her heel and walking towards her brother’s apartment building.

After pressing the number to her brother’s floor, the elevator doors open, and she steps inside. Distracting herself, she starts typing on her phone a list of her more sentimental belongings, the ones she can’t live without as well as the details for her wedding tomorrow.

When the elevator finally dings, signalling her arrival, she steps out and makes her way to Taehyung’s door. As she reaches her door, she hits send, sending the message to Yoongi before she raises her hand to knock on the door.

The door swings open after a few seconds, and she’s met with Taehyung whose smiley face turns into one of concern when he sees her.

“Noona, what are you doing here so late?” he asks, stepping aside to let her in. “Is everything okay?”

She offers him a faint smile, attempting to hide the chaos within her. “I’ll tell you everything in the morning. For now, can I stay here for the night?”

“Sure,” he replies, understanding that it’s best not to press her for details right now. “You can take my bed. Jungkook’s out for the night, so I’ll see if I can crash in his room.”

Y/N hugs him, before making her way to into his bedroom. Y/N wraps her arms around him in gratitude before heading to her brother’s bedroom. As she lies down, fatigue finally catches up with her, but sleep eludes her as her mind races with what's happened within the past hour—her relationship was merely a scheme for someone for her already rich fiancee to become richer, a crafted murder plot since divorce isn’t an option and reconnecting with her ex, only to ask him to kidnap her from her wedding.

With a heavy sigh, she tries to quiet her mind and reaches for her phone. Her fingers hover over the screen, tempted to call Yoongi but ultimately decides against it. Instead, she texts Ji-ho: “Staying with Tae tonight. I'll see you at the wedding hall in the morning.” When she gets no reply, she isn't surprised. She wasn't expecting him too.

Eventually, her weariness takes over, and she drifts into a restless sleep.

As soon as Yoongi receives Y/N's message, he quickly finds her address and drives over to the apartment building. Once inside, he makes his way through the dimly lit hallway. Finally, he reaches her apartment, and a sense of determination washes over him. Figuring out the door code feels like a small triumph, sending a surge of excitement through him as he puts on a face mask and pushes the door open and steps inside.

Upon entering, he’s taken aback by how empty and cold it feels. It lacks any personal touches or decorations. It feels sterile. He looks around at the minimal furnishing - A small coffee table sits in the middle of the living room, a lonely remote resting on top, a couch that appears untouched, a potted plant in the corner that seems to be struggling to survive. Looking at the kitchen, it’s just as bare, with only the necessities in sight.

He begins to reminisce about the cramped, shabby apartment he once shared with Y/N. Despite its imperfections, she filled it with warmth and comfort, decorating the walls with photos of their adventures, friends, and family. There were books stacked haphazardly, each one a testament to love for stories, fictional or true. Plants thrived in every corner. And then there was the record player, a cherished relic handed down from her father, that always filled the air with music, creating a soundtrack to their lives together. He can almost hear the laughter that used to echo off the walls and the late-night conversations that stretched into the morning.

But this apartment wasn’t like Y/N at all. It was the complete opposite.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the nostalgic feeling. He steps further inside scanning the room for security cameras, He finds one in the corner of the room and disables it before moving on to the first room he comes across. Inside the room is a desk and computer with some shelves to the side. It has more of a personal touch than the living room. He quickly finds the camera in there and disables that one too.

Realizing he can't tackle what he’s about to do alone, he quickly sends the address and access code for the apartment to Kim Seokjin, better known as Jin, his business partner. Within seconds, Jin is calling him.

"What's up with the address?" Jin inquires as soon as Yoongi picks up.

"Hyung, I need you and Namjoon to get here as fast as you can," Yoongi tells him, his voice quiet like he’s afraid someone is going to hear him. "I'll fill you in when you arrive."

"We'll be there in 10," Jin replies without hesitation, Namjoon already being with him and hangs up.

Yoongi then contacts a guy he messaged after dropping Y/N off at Taehyung's place, asking him to keep an eye on Ji-ho's office building in case he leaves before Yoongi can finish up at the apartment.

When the guy messages him back saying Ji-ho hasn’t left yet, Yoongi walks over to the desk, and with gloved hands he begins to search through the desk drawers for anything that might help with Y/N’s situation. He soon discovers a key ring with three keys and slips it into his pocket.

Before long, the sound of the front door opening and closing announces Jin and Namjoon's arrival. He steps out of the office to greet them in the living room.

"What’s going on, Hyung?" Namjoon asks, his voice serious and low.

Yoongi forwards Y/N’s message to them. "That’s a list of stuff we’re here for, let’s get it, trash the place and get out of here,” he tells them. “I’ll explain everything else when we’re done,” he promises them before remembering to tell them, “There’s cameras so wear a mask and keep quiet.”

Without wasting any time, the three of them split up to search different areas of the apartment. Yoongi finds a couple empty boxes in the storage cupboard, and they start putting everything they came to get into them. Jin heads to the kitchen, grabbing everything from there, Namjoon starts combing through the living room, while Yoongi takes the bedroom.

Yoongi then heads back to the home office and continues his search for stuff there, his eyes land on a locked drawer. He tries a few keys from the keyring he found earlier, and with a satisfying click, the drawer opens. Looking inside he finds an envelope with a few files. He goes through the files finding exactly what he hoped they would be. He places them on the desk and pulls out the envelope. He opens it and finds money, a whole lot of it.

“Pabo,” he scoffs at Ji-ho's stupidity, closing the envelope. “I’ll take that as payment,” he adds as he pockets the cash inside his coat before grabbing the files and leaving the room.

Once they were all done, they trashed the apartment to look like a robbery. They were just about finished when Yoongi’s watchman texted him to tell him Ji-ho was leaving the office. The managed to disappear from the apartment before Ji-ho arrived.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Jin asks Yoongi after they get back to their so-called headquarters that's just a rundown apartment in a building that is set to be demolished in a few months and doubles as where Yoongi resides.

Yoongi gives him a blank stare, having anticipated this reaction from his best friend.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice Y/N in those photos? What’s going on, Yoongi?" Jin continues to press him. "And don’t tell me you’ll tell me later. I want to hear it now.”

“She’s hired me to kidnap her from her wedding tomorrow?” Yoongi reveals to the two men.

Jin stares at him in shock, trying to process what he just heard. “Can you repeat that?”

“Y/N wants me to kidnap her from her wedding,” Yoongi repeats himself.

“Who’s Y/N?” Namjoon chimes in confused, while Jin looks at Yoongi in disbelief, momentarily speechless. Kim Namjoon joined them after Yoongi and Y/N’s relationship ended, so he never had the chance to meet and get to know her.

Jin turns to Namjoon, his expression morphing into exasperation directed towards Yoongi. “Oh right, you don't know who Y/N is? She’s only the most amazing person Yoongi ever dated!" he stops pausing for a moment as he thinks of something and then continues, "In fact she's the only person Yoongi has ever dated for more than a week. They were childhood sweethearts and practically inseparable until… well, things went to shit.” He glances back at Yoongi, searching for any sign of regret or longing, but finds only a stoic facade. "I'm pretty sure he's still in love with her."

Yoongi's stoic look turns into a glare. “This isn’t about rekindling my relationship with her. She’s in trouble, and I’m just trying to help her out," he snaps, his voice low and edged with irritation.

“Then explain to us what's going on so we can help you,” Jin urges, attempting to ease the tension. “And her,” he quickly adds, reminding Yoongi that he still cares for her too. During their relationship Jin was always like a big brother to her.

"Fine,” he relents, his voice dropping as he calms himself down. “Y/N is getting married tomorrow to someone who plans to murder her in 6 months. Her fiancee seems to have a deal with his father that if he gets married, stays married for six months he gets 5 million won."

"Why not just divorce her?" Namjoon asks.

"Maybe its null and void if he gets divorced," Yoongi shrugs. "I'm hoping it's all in here," he says holding up the file he stole from the drawer along with the money.

"So, what's plan?" Jin asks, his anger bubbling to the surface.

Yoongi smirks and starts telling them everything he has planned.

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fallingrealms16 · 2 days ago

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CAITVI FIC REC LIST PART 5 (???) <3333

THEYRE JUST GIRLFRIENDS YOUR HONOUR— *gunshots*

The mental anguish this ship has caused me…aye aye aye…PART 5!! All the long fics I promised in part ??2?? Idk but TAKE ITTT

‼️Lately I have been seeing a lot of targeted hate towards some authors. I wanna be straightforward and just say any hate is not tolerated on my page. If you do not like an author just don’t read their work. Simple as that‼️

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What happens in the days and weeks (and months) following the events of Season One.

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With forces from above and below eager to trample them the common folk of the Lanes, as well as Piltover, need someone in their corner. With the prospect of peace and equal representation slipping away our champions are going to need to band together to avert another catastrophe. But as anyone can tell you- oil and water don't mix...

Call It What You Want (Separate Ways) by IllusiveWritings, shipsnthenight @shipsnthenight <33

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At twenty six, she has conquered pretty much everything there was to in the music business. Now off duty and with some time for herself after a six months long overseas tour, back at home in Piltover, she decides to do something for herself.

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What could possibly go wrong?

^^^^Some art on X for this fic <33

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What she finds is the equivalent of a nightmare, people being put inside the ring to fight each other to the death like dogs. It’s inhumane torture at the price of earning a profit and providing entertainment for a crowd. It gets even worse when she finds out one of the top fighters is someone no older than her, a pink haired girl with metal-clad fists and a sharp tongue to match, who’s fighting spirit reminds her far too much of her own.

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Sadly no short fic bonuses this time as the only short ones I’ve read are still incomplete! Well we’ll see next list <33

I’m going to go through and update some of the info on my other caitvi lists as some fics were not completed. If they aren’t completed I’m going to put chapter number as ?/? as they are being updated. I will put full chapter count instead of / in the future if it’s a completed story. I just don’t like how I formatted it <3 I have also removed the “hits” amount too as this fandom is ever growing and I cannot keep up with the change in hits for each individual fic rec ILYILY

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Chris coughs, cheeks going red. “Yep… Uh, romantic.”

Oh, come on, buddy. Why did he inherit his father’s lack of game? Where’s the kid with five girlfriends?

Ainslee takes a deep breath. “You think so, Chris?”

“Yeah,” Chris nods emphatically. “Buck’s really smart.”

Buck smiles a little proudly. What a kid.

“Okay,” Ainslee sighs. “Ivory it is.”

🪩

The day drags on after that. They drive back to the shoe place and get Eddie’s shoes. Way behind schedule. By that point, the kids are asking to stop for lunch. Lunch was not on the schedule. It’s like a call at work. You eat when you’re done. But whatever. Chris wants to stop for lunch? They stop for lunch.

This puts them behind for the next two errands. The flower dress and the rings. Between these two points, they drop Ainslee off. Buck is highly relieved to have her out of the car. Chris may like her but Buck thinks she’s squirrelly. And he’s already a little tightly wound today so he doesn’t need more of that energy nearby.

The last thing to do is Eddie’s surprise. His plan had initially been to drop Christopher off, to avoid Chris learning about the surprise. But they’re nearly two and a half hours behind schedule, so there’s no time. So, annoyed by the prospect as he might be, Chris gets to join Buck for the long, traffic-ridden drive down to a shop near Hermosa Beach.

“Where are we going?” Chris sighs, looking out the window at the cars passing by on the other side of the freeway.

“Uh, can’t tell you,” Buck says.

“Because of the surprise for Dad?” Chris asks.

“Yep,” Buck nods.

“I won’t tell him,” Chris promises. “I didn’t tell you he was going to propose, did I?”

Buck smirks. “I guess that’s true.”

“So?”

“So, I’m still not telling you,” Buck says. “I’m keeping it locked down.”

“Locked down?” Chris rolls his eyes.

“Yep,” Buck says. “My lips are sealed.”

But it doesn’t matter. By the time they reach the place - which looks like a hole in the wall, but it’s just because the whole operation is sort of underground - it’s closed. The thing he was most wanting to pick up today, but that was totally out of the way of all the other stuff, can’t be done. His schedule was ruined. Obliterated. Buck just really hopes he finds, what? A couple hours at some point in the coming insane weeks to make it down here without explaining to Eddie what he’s doing.

“Seriously?” Chris says when Buck gets back in the Jeep. “We drove all this way and it’s closed? You couldn’t have checked its hours online?”

“They don’t exactly have a website,” Buck says, teeth clenched. “Sorry, Chris.”

“It’s fine,” Chris sighs. “I’m just really busy this week, Buck.”

No fucking kidding.

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“You seem tense,” Eddie observes later that night, when they’re getting ready for bed. “Long day?”

“It’s all fine,” Buck says. “Prom emergencies averted, necessary wedding stuff acquired.”

“But?”

“But, yeah, that was a long day,” Buck admits.

“Well, thanks anyway,” Eddie says sincerely. “I appreciate you handling that linen situation.”

“Oh, god,” Buck sighs, flopping down into bed beside Eddie. “I think I prevented a homicide.”

“Oh? That bad. She’s usually more like… An eye gouging risk?”

“This is who your son has chosen to love,” Buck tells him.

“Yeah. Dramatic and intense about plans and events. I wonder what is subconsciously inspiring that?”

“I don’t know!”

Eddie laughs. “I think with all the people you’ve been into in your life before you finally wisened up, you have no room to judge.”

Buck smirks. “I guess that’s true.”

“I think that’s the last prom thing I offered to do before the actual day, so we should be free now,” Eddie says.

“Aw,” Buck pouts a little. “I can’t believe it’s actually almost here.”

“You’re telling me,” Eddie says. “He was four yesterday.”

“Stop. I’ll cry,” Buck threatens.

#daisies and briars writes

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“fist of fury?” alex can’t help but laugh at that, never one to underestimate helena’s strength after what happened on the day they first met, but it’s still so very amusing to hear this petite, angelic girl throw around threats like she’s the next mike tyson. “show me these mighty fists.” without waiting for her to offer, he gently takes her right hand and presses it to his own. palm to palm. despite the mitten, hers looks much smaller. “whoa! i’ve never seen a weapon quite so deadly before!” he whistles in feigned wonderment, teasing her, trying to push her buttons because she looks so cute when she gets all worked up. “that’s so true. he’s barely an inch taller than you. good thing he doesn’t realize, out of the two of us, you’re the one he should fear, not me.” he sits beside her on the bench, gently elbowing her. the smile that resides on his lips is so big and bright that it has his cheeks aching, eyes crinkling at the corners. “i see how it can get lonely, but at least you don’t have to fight with anyone for your parents’ attention, right? growing up as one of four, i have a very different experience so i can tell you that you’re probably missing out on fights over the last slice of pizza and your clothes going missing only to see them on one of your siblings a few days later,” he muses with a laugh, ignoring the fact that colby might still be watching them and leaning sideways, resting his head on her shoulder while she praises him for spelling out a bad word. they stay like this for a moment, but then he straightens up. both working on their laces, both seemingly lost in thought.

alex doesn’t know what’s going through helena’s head, but his own is fixated on forbidden feelings. he loves his girlfriend. he really does. but lately, he’s been feeling… empty. as if something’s missing, even though he seemingly has everything. his mind keeps drifting to helena when it should be focusing solely on sarah — they could be on a date at an italian restaurant and he’ll be wondering whether helena prefers carbonara or bolognese. they could be at a museum and he’ll catch sarah yawning, his heart aching, wishing his best friend was beside him instead. the beauty of art never lost on her. he catches himself, surprising sarah with desserts that are helena’s favorite. gifts that helena would enjoy. but the guilt. god, the guilt. he feels like he’s betraying his girlfriend just by indulging in these thoughts and feelings. it’s all wrong. so crude, and yet he can’t help himself. he’s always prided himself on being loyal, on being honest, but now he’s hiding something — even from himself. if he loves sarah, as much as he claims to, why does his heart skip a beat every time he sees helena?

he realizes that he hasn’t been listening very intently when she asks him a question and there’s silence. his cheeks flushing immediately. he looks down and realizes that he’s already put his boots back on, even if he doesn’t recall doing so. “oh,” he breathes, kneeling in front of her and offering help with the tight knots on the laces. “well, sarah didn’t want to go with us. she got this summer internship thing at the local theater and couldn’t just up and leave. but we stayed in touch, sending pictures and stuff… besides, it’s kind of poppy and i’s tradition, you know? we call it the summer trip.” he doesn’t even realize how strange it sounds, having a girlfriend but going on vacation with a girl best friend. and now there’s helena, too… it’s all so complicated. “how’d you and harry spend the summer?” he inquires, mostly to divert the conversation away from the summer trip. he looks up, icy hues uncertain and brimming with guilt when they meet hers, hands guiding her foot back into her own boot. “how long have you been together, anyway? you and harry.”

the flutter of her heart comes the same time the annoyance it causes flows right behind it at his voice laced with the words little cat. maybe she's deprived of affectionate nicknames from her boyfriend, that's what it is. alex is definitely not her type because there's things he does things that bothers her feelings, he's taken and then he goes on vacations with other girls named poppy when his girlfriend is named sarah, she's taken, he's just her friend and he probably judges her... plenty of reasons why she shouldn't feel attracted to it.

"and i have a fist of fury for scum like that." that she's wagging it at the air with her free hand. "it's fine, i'll get him. i know his schedule. and i'll definitely be waiting for him." she decides, because her anger won't dissolve any other way else. "he's only skating away so fast because look at him, he's a foot smaller than you." making herself feel better even if she doesn't like to attack people's appearances... being angry is an exception. "yeah, he clearly doesn't." but neither is harry going to get it either if that's what colby goes back and blurts, it'll just gain her another week's worth of silent treatment from him that she's worried about and he's already good at that naturally when he's not mad at her. anyway... she redirects her mind back on what they were talking for beforehand all that so she doesn't wear a worried face for the rest of the night with alex around.

"being an only child is lonely at times. it does teach you independence at a very young age but... sometimes i do wish i had a sister. or a baby brother would have been cute, too." she's content, but at times those thoughts have popped in her head. "and did you... spell out a curse word?" brows knit, just now catching that. "i'll give points for effort." a laugh sounds from helena despite the whole colby thing almost ruining her mood. "and we are allowed to hang out and study together, it's not that..." but. nevermind. she can't put it into words and it's definitely something she can't share with him. "helena and alexander... it's a regal duo. we sound like characters from a fairytale. i'll take it!" a smile pulls at her face as they sit down, then her mind goes back to that peculiar comment on how him and poppy were doing all of this vacation planning. wasn't his girlfriend named SARAH? that was really weird sounding.

she won't be forgetting that so easily, helena's more than willing to pry around even in attempt to figure out his character better especially when she couldn't exactly read through him yet. which was odd, considering how much time she has spent with him. "oh, i bet that definitely was beautiful to see. did sarah enjoy it, too?" helena curiously wonders as she uses his hand to help herself sit down, sneaking the question in innocently even though behind the innocent little question she knows exactly what she's doing. her mother didn't raise a fool... trusting men, even the seemingly sweet ones was a hard obstacle to conquer. maybe growing up as an only child with two parents who love each other just to end up with a lifeless partner did turn her into a skeptical being. reaching down, gently pulling at the laces while keeping a close look on gauging his reaction to the question.

#batheir #skdnjkfs I LOGGED IN AFTER BEING MIA FOR LIKE 10 BUSINESS DAYS and i saw the edit you made for my birthday again and now im sobbing all ove #again :')) thank you so much!! you're the sweetest!!#also pls the last paragraph of your reply had me screaming so loud!! DID SARAH ENJOY IT TOO #pls she knows exactly what shes doing

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ragnars-tooth · 6 months ago

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I should not have been taught so badly for 3 years that i genuinely have to google how to find job postings in my field. "Get a degree!! Get a degree!!" for why. To be laughed at by out of touch tutors and not taught anything? It's certainly not going to help me get a job because i CANT FIND THEM. "People will see you went here and that will give you credibility." Will it roderick. Because I now know not to trust a motherfucker who went here 💀

#rangnar rambles #taught by people who have not ever had to get into the industry in this state. dont know how to use computers. and (i cannot stress this #enough) DID NOT TEACH ME ANYTHING #I GET MY 27K PIECE OF PAPER IN 2 WEEKS AND YOU CANT TAKE IT FROM ME. SO CAN I GET SOME CONTACTS OR SM #but no yeah im so normal and glad i spent my time like this #WHAT DID I SPEND THREE YEARS OF MY LIFE DOING #if youre going to study illustration in the uk just go to falmouth. i dont go there but anywheres better than here #if [REDACTED] has no haters i am dead and have been ejected from the universe #if i could go back in time id do maths at a level and become a fucking accountant jesus christ #i had a tutor last year who used to do coke and got paid 15k to sit in front of a camera doing nothing by a mate in LA #the same guy our year got fired for being incompetent and aggressive when you asked for help (like. his fucking job)#AND HIS GIRLFRIEND. who was also a tutor and MORE INCOMPETENT #i had one tutor the whole course who had my back i love you jeremy i hope you finally get to retire and stop having to run FOUR COURSES #only man who actually had us do drawing exercises and taught us (in SECOND YEAR) how to draw perspective #so many people got to final semester and suddenly got failed bc tutors were lying to our faces about the quality of our work and not giving #accurate crit. how humiliating is that for everyone involved??#you dont want to tell us our work is shit until the grades are coming out?? and ur shocked when you havent taught anyone anything?? be so fr #it was like they were always shocked that we wanted direction and advice and our feedback was always met with 'well in the 80s there was a #big push for thia kind of open loosey goosey art course' its not the 80s anymore and students have been complainging for a decade #management would 'take on board' criticism and then bank on us all being gone in 3 years so they wouldnt have to actually do anything #all while taking our money and shutting down the entire humanities section of the uni #*actively wating wires* anyway no yeah im soo glad i spent my time like this at least i got a girlfriend i GUESS

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luminni · 11 days ago

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I have a feeling Johnny would try and set up Simon with one of his friends

“Mhm,” Simon just grumbled in response.

“See mate, That’s the attitude that scares all the girls away.” Johnny commented, hands outstretched and exaggerated.

“Whatever.” Simon huffed, shaking his head. Johnny wasn’t wrong, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything with a girl that wasn’t a quick lay, and even then it had been months, not to mention going out on a proper date. Well, a date was a stretch, you were Johnny’s close friend for a couple years. He had heard of you, but never met you and now Johnny was insisting that he go on a date with you because he was convinced it was going to work well, Simon wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

“Okay okay, Jesus. ’s not like ’m going to scare ‘er off on purpose.” Simon relented

“You better not, gettin' laid might do ya' some good man, calm yer ass down a wee bit” Johnny chuckled

and he's been playing both sides

“Ya like serious guys right?” Johnny had asked you out of the blue, a week or so prior while hanging out at your flat.

“Uh yeah sure? I mean I guess so, more than immature assholes like you.” You had joked back across the small kitchen.

“Well,” He had began, unphased by your teasing, “There’s this guy I work with-”

“Don’t even.” you cut him off

“Wha'?!” he whined

“Don’t try and set me up with one of your military bros,” you warned, “I’m not interested.”

“Jus' 'cause yer last dates 'ave been busts doesnae mean you shouldn't keep tryin’,” He pleaded, catching the sponge you threw at him, “He’s a real good guy, kinda intimidating but you’d like him, promise!”

You glared at him before going back and forth, Johnny was really trying to sell this guy, and he wasn’t wrong, your last three dates had been nothing short of disasters. So, after lots of pleading -and a couple tasteful photos from them at the gym- you agreed. So as you walked closer and closer to the pub, your nerves were buzzing. Just gotta get past his tough exterior is all, Johnny’s words of advice rang through your head. Thankfully he had invited another one of his friends there along with his girlfriend, you would have been hyperventilating if it was just going to be you and some guys. As you reached for the door, you could only hope Johnny was right about this guy.

So, who would be surprised when it actually works out, when Simon actually falls in love with you and your sweet smile at first site. When you find his corny and sometimes morbid jokes genuinely funny, having to cough around your drink to prevent spitting it out.

Johnny's just happy Simon might finally chill out, and he won't have to listen to you complain about failed dates every other week.

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thalwri · 11 days ago

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sticky 'n wet - sylus

synopsis: your agitating ex tries to disrupt your peace again, but he doesn't realise sylus is around. and neither of you realise that your working together to finally get rid of your ex would bring you much closer.

warnings: heavy smut, dry humping, strip tease, riding, creampies, shower sex, couch sex, petnames (kitten, sweetie, sweetheart), squirting, messy and very wet

word count: 5,6k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“where are you off to, kitten?”

you turned on your heel, seconds away from fuming. “i told you to stop calling me that.”

there had been incessant knocking torturing your door to your apartment. somehow you’ve been letting sylus stay in your place for weeks on end while he occasionally disappeared to the n109 zone for his usual business.

between your tether to him being more intense than usual, and the recent events you’d been going through, you couldn’t tell whether you were grateful for his presence or felt more at peace when he wasn’t around for a brief time.

it had been five minutes. you wouldn’t really think that the knocking was bad but realistically if someone knocked at your door without a break and did it very loudly even without a response, then that would be concerning.

sylus found it irritating in the least, but had the tolerance to ignore it until the relentless fool disappeared on their own. he watched you walk to the door and look into the peep hole. your breath hitched as you stumbled back, covering your mouth with both hands before quickly dropping them to your sides.

“what is it?”

“my ex.” your voice dropped to a monotone line, your body still on the door in front of you. sylus groaned, pinching his brows but he had to admit he wasn’t surprised.

your break up wasn’t revolutionary and chaotic so to speak, but it wasn’t peaceful either. he had been there for you through the process, he didn’t even have to calm you down so he had thought you’d breeze through it and give him more of your attention.

until you started crying.

apparently, the fool had gotten with another woman just weeks after your split and that broke you. so two months following that, sylus had spent his hours of quality time with you helping you recover and move on all while plotting all the crude and illegal things he could do to that insect to avenge you.

he had thought to impale the guy with a fork, or peel off his skin with a carrot peeler, and make a stew out of him so that if anyone investigated, they’d eat the evidence. hannibal style. if he ever told you that, you would most likely be disgusted.

sylus rose to his feet in solemn silence and gently moved you away from the door. “i’ll handle it, kitten.”

“sylus–“

“i’ll handle it.” the depth his voice had lowered to was an instant indication that you could no longer try to interfere. whatever he was about to do, you could only pray it wasn’t going to get him arrested.

you turned away, pinching the corners of your eyes as the door opened for sylus to be greeted by yelling.

“what took you so long to answer– who are you?”

“the owner of this apartment. who in this bereft city are you?” well, being the owner, so to speak, was a lie. technically you owned it– but sylus began to actually live and function there more than you had in the last few months.

just looking at the bastard in person began to irk him. sylus wholeheartedly believed you could do far better than you had but he knew better than to lose his chances of being especially close to you by questioning your judgement. he was not interested in fighting you for your attention for he knew that you truly were drawn to him.

how could you not be attracted to each other especially after all you’ve gone through together?

sylus looked your ex up and down in disgust and scoffed out a laugh. “what are you doing here? this is the last time i’ll ask.”

“where is my girlfriend?” your ex grumbled, attempting to look over sylus’ body by standing on the tips of his toes. you intuitively stepped back before you stopped. would you really let this happen over and over again? being tormented like this?

not again.

“she’s not–“ sylus began to ball his hands into fists as he spoke before you held him to calm him down.

“it’s okay,” you gave him a grateful smile, patting his chest for him to step back. “i told you to stop calling and coming to my apartment.”

“i just wanted to talk–“

“you lost your chance, so do me a favour and screw yourself to another planet before i feed you to the fucking wanderers. we’re over. for a reason. and here’s no turning back from that. so leave.”

“but–“

“out.”

“no, i–“

the sound of a gun– your gun– cocked, you felt a tall figure looming over you oozing murderous energy. sylus aimed the gun directly at your ex’s head.

“you heard my woman,” he snarled, trying his best to hide his prideful smirk. you felt your ears warm. look at you, standing on your own feet against vermin-like that ex of yours. “get out.”

“who do you think you are?” your ex scoffed, sorely attempting to push out his chest to seem confident.

“he is my boyfriend,” you stepped forward, pushing your ex back by pointing your finger at him with each statement you make until he’s out of the doorway. “he is my man, he is what matters to me now, and you are nothing to me. so get out and stay out of my life before i kill you with my bare hands.”

and with that, you slam the door shut, locking the door quickly. you leaned against the door, catching empty air while your heart rate slowed down from the nerves. you heard sylus chuckle and put your gun down.

“that was impressive, sweetie.” you groaned in your hands, intentionally avoiding his gaze. you called him your boyfriend. your man. and he called you his woman. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find that nice to say, but still!

“look at me,” his voice, both soothing and arousing compelled you to listen to him. you removed your hands from your eyes and looked sylus in the eye.

“i suppose you’re satisfied.” you sighed in exhaustion, you felt so drained from talking to that ex of yours. a snack would be doing wonders at this time.

“i’m proud of you,” he smiled– a rarity from sylus but fully appreciated nonetheless. “standing your ground, defending your privacy, referring to me as your man–“

“you’re terrible,” you choked out a laugh, slapping his abdomen.

“i’m divine, kitten, and you know it.”

you weren’t going to deny that. especially after being trapped in his homestead, after getting to know him, along with seeing a great many parts of him. he was an attractive man, that was undeniable.

his wit, intelligence, and sense of control during missions and operations within onychinus and how he spends time with you are all things you’d grown to admire about him. you adored him and felt rather enamoured by the things he does. the things he does to you.

within the last month, you’d seen him in ways that you should have deemed inappropriate. watching exit the shower, water dripping down the lines of his abdomen and disappearing within the towel wrapped around his waist. with his grey lashes holding small droplets above his deliciously terrifying crimson eyes of his.

how his chest always looked larger every time you saw him, or how you’d intentionally bend down with your ass in the air when he was within your proximity. something at the time you thought as harmless. but now you’re standing before him and you felt a new wave of need.

whether it was from what he said or the fact that he was ready to kill for you, you didn’t know. but now you were feeling restless.

“sylus,”

he breathed out your name in response, almost as though he was holding in some pent in energy. you could feel energy swirling in your heart as you watched his eye twitch. the same eye that held his part of the aether core. were you resonating without touching each other?

“thank you,” you began, struggling to find your words. “for earlier.”

“anything for you, sweetie.” he stepped closer to you, making you tilt your neck slightly to meet his gaze. “including covering for your pretty ass whenever your missions went sideways because of that creature of an ex.”

you stifled a laugh through the noise of your aether tethered heart rapidly beating. watching his lips curve, purse, and move as he spoke, watching his eyes kind of lighten just from speaking with you… you just couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“you just can’t seem to take your eyes off me or stop thinking about me, can you kitten?” he smirked, placing his hand beneath your chin. “it would only be fair for me to admit i have had the same sentiment, but for much longer than i’d like to admit.”

“then do something about it,” you brashly whispered, feeling your patience wear thin. this was the closest chance you had at doing something with him without fear. “you’ve got your chance, so use it.”

“oh?” that irritating yet attractive chuckle filled the room other than whatever was playing on the tv. you could just feel your clit tingle from it. “is kitten baring her claws again?”

you gripped the collar of his dress shirt, harshly pulling him close to you– his lips less than a breath away from yours. “this kitten is baring her teeth, and telling sylus she wants him.”

that seemed to be the perfect buzzword. before you knew it, his lips had crashed into yours, his arms wrapped around your torso, and if you weren’t mistaken a short moan had escaped his lips. there was barely a moment for you to absorb the kiss, as you had already begun to peel each other’s clothing off from the jackets to the shirts and eventually the pants.

you pushed sylus onto the couch and straddled him, his hands held the back of your thighs pushing you up more towards him as your lips danced and tugged away in both passion and desire. he dropped you onto his lap, subtly introducing you to the growing bulge beneath you. it felt so big. you gasped as he began to grind against your clothed pussy, his hands reaching for your ass and tits to fondle and squeeze.

“i want you,” sylus whispered, momentarily stopping to lock his crimson eyes on yours in seriousness. “and i have you. do you want us to continue. we’ll stop if you aren’t ready.”

you smiled in gratitude for his concern for you. “i’m ready, sylus. i’m ready for you–” before you could finish your sentence, your lips are locked in a chaste kiss, your groins meeting each other through relentless grinds and your heavy sighs and soft whines competing with the television’s noise.

you wanted to truly show sylus how much you appreciated all that he has done for you in the past month so you slowly pulled yourself away, gently pushing him back when his lips followed and rose to your feet.

“stand up,” sylus rose without question, hiding his curiosity with a ‘hmph’. “take off your underwear.”

he raised an eyebrow, his ruby eyes glistened with excitement. “and what about you, kitten? don’t you think this is a little bit unfair?”

“i want to give you a show,” you tug at the hem of his black briefs, which had a wet spot marked around his erection. the more you looked at the shape of his cock, the more you realised just how big he was. you could feel both your mouth and pussy water at that sight alone.

“i think i’m the one entertaining you right now,” in a swift move, he pulled down his briefs and kicked them aside. his cock bounced free and stood so tall and proud, his tip was reddened and shining with leaky precum leaving a mess on his lower abdomen.

“don’t be shy,” he smirked, taking your hand in his and placing it on his cock. it was so warm and so hard, you couldn’t help yourself from stroking it. sylus closed his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as you pumped his cock from the base to the tip stopping to circle your finger lightly over his slit.

“h-ha, kitten, that’s- oh,” you dragged your precum glistened finger down a large vein that travelled to the base then removed your hand. still in a slight daze from your touch, sylus didn’t hear what you said.

“i’m gonna give you a little show,” you boldly repeated, grabbing his face with a hand to give him a chaste kiss, swiping your tongue briefly across his lips before he could react. you stepped back to create some distance between the two of you to give him a bit of a sight to see.

sylus laughed and plopped himself back onto the couch, spreading his legs to give you constant access to his throbbing, twitching, leaky cock. his hand was wrapped around the shaft, slowly stroking it as translucent drops leaked from his tip. seeing him in his nude, blatant glory brought a flood of heat rush over your body and settle in your clit– which was rudely rubbing against the fabric of your underwear.

“don’t get cold feet now, sweetie,” sylus breathed, his chest beginning to heave and sweat. you’d barely gotten to do what you wanted.

“best you be patient.” you scoffed, unclasping your bra, slowly peeling the straps down each shoulder. you turned making your back face him and peeled off your bra and tossed it towards him.

sylus’ hands were long gone from his hard, throbbing cock to catch your bra. he set it on his thigh, resting on the couch arms spread wide intrigued to see what else you had in store for him. “continue, kitten. my patience is wearing thin.”

you slowly turned to face him again, saving your final reveal for much later. you swayed your way back to him and sat on his lap, carefully pressing his cock against his abdomen with your body. his breath hitched at the friction from your underwear rubbing against his sensitive flesh. his warm precum began to soak your panties, but not as much as your pussy was.

you held his cock against you and adjusted your positioning so that you could ride the length of him. going back and forth against him, the raw friction of fabric against sensitive skin sent sylus into a frenzy, gripping the sides of the couch as he watched you basically dry hump him when he should be deep inside you.

“kitten,” he gritted, holding back a guttural groan. you responded with a lascivious moan, almost vibrating from the stimulation from just dry riding his cock. sylus’ hands flew to your hips and lifted you up with just a fraction of his strength. his cock flew back and hit his abs with a soft plap!

“i’m growing impatient,” he lowly whispered, his eyes slowly darkening with desire and arousal. he was in no position to play along with you anymore. he was ready to fuck you good. “so i’m going to ask you again. are you ready for us to continue?”

you ferociously nodded, holding his face in your hands engulfing him in another kiss. you invited his tongue into your mouth to explore and savour you, occasionally greeting it with your own. as you felt yourself sinking into the kiss, you felt your pantie get moved aside before a long finger slid into you. you gasped momentarily before sylus caught your lips again, swallowing your eventual moan as his finger curled inside you.

“answer the question.”

“yes, sylus, i’m ready for you,” you panted. “i’m ready.”

and with that, sylus did not hold back further. his finger pumped into your wet pussy in slow rhythm before pushing a second in. your body trembled at the feeling, tensing as his fingers pumped deeper into you whilst curling to find that special area of yours.

“so wet,” he commented, pecking kisses along your neck. “soaking through your pretty underwear just for me. imagine how much harder i’m getting just from watching you.”

you didn’t even think it was possible for that to happen. a third finger slid in right as you were about to respond, pulling a deep moan out of you. being stretched out like this was not new, but with sylus it gave a more delicious sting.

“don’t squirm, sweetie,” he purred, curving all three digits in you again. “this is necessary if you want my cock to fit in well without hurting you.”

you couldn’t say much other than nod. getting so mindless over his fingers was worrying. what would his cock feel like?

sylus slowly removed his fingers, watching how your slick nectar connected to each one before slowly licking it off one of his fingers whilst locking his eyes on you. such an erotic tease. he rubbed his other– still slick– fingers on your lips, painting them in your wetness. you slowly opened your mouth and leaned your head forward to take his fingers in.

“fuck,” he whispered, feeling his cock twitch at the sight. he pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching your tongue clean him up slipping and swirling around him. he just imagined what it would be like to fuck your pretty mouth until you were drooling with his cum.

“me,”

“what?”

“fuck me, sylus.” you gave him a look of determination and need. that was all he had to hear. a loud rriiiiiip snapped you out of your daze, and a light draft fanned at your ass.

“sylus!”

“hmm?” he smiled, pulling off your now shredded underwear from your body.

“that was my favourite set!” you pouted, even though you were heavily attracted to that move from him.

“you know i’ll get you new ones,” sylus scoffed, moving your hips to align your pussy with the tip of his cock. he knew you were on the pill. how? he accompanied you to get them and pestered you whenever you forgot. he adored you but he also cared immensely for your wellbeing.

“i love that you wore that set today,” he grinned looking up at you and pecked your nipples before gently suckling them for a few seconds. “love the red.” he paused, wanting to ask you once more for confirmation.

you nodded before he could ask. “i’m good and ready when you are– o-oh,”

his tip prodded at your entrance and was welcomed with slick warmth sucking him into you. he stopped half way in, slowly breathing to be accustomed to the feeling of your pussy clamping on his cockhead so tightly he almost came on the spot. you had let out a gasp at the feeling, clutching his shoulders with your nails.

“are you alright?” he asked. beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. you nodded. “let’s continue.”

slowly, you sank down onto him swallowing his cock, intentionally squeezing him to watch him squirm and moan from your tightness. you gently laughed, giving away your teasing which sylus quickly caught onto. he scoffed out a laugh and bucked his hips up to yours, ramming the rest of his cock into you with just a bit still outside.

you moaned from the instantaneous move, barely recovering from it when that evil grey haired man began to thrust into you, pulling his cock in and out gradually increasing his pace. your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tried to follow his pace, riding him to meet his hips whenever he thrusted up into you.

“oh fuck, kitten your pussy is so tight,” he moaned, pushing deeper and harder into you. your eyes crossed feeling like he reached a spot you didn’t realise existed. “must have hit your g-spot, hm? oh, baby you feel so good around me”

you could barely respond, overwhelmed by the new wave of pleasure you were receiving. hearing his sexy noises while fucking his cock into you was bringing you faster to your climax than your vibrator ever had. and all so quickly too. but it seemed he was also drawing near to cumming too.

“just– ah, fuck– so tight!” he could barely swallow his whines as your hips meet faster and harder. “that tight pussy’s about to make me cum, kitten. g-gosh fuck me– you see what you do to me?”

rendered speechless, you could only nod. and it only took a few more thorough thrusts before you spasmed all over his cock, throwing your head back as you climaxed. just seconds after, a gush of hot, cum flowed into your pussy, making you so weak in the knees you couldn’t move. sylus fuck his cum into you, moaning your name.

despite that brief finish, you both knew you wanted more.

“again,” his voice rumbled in demand. you rasped your agreement, about to move when an idea came to your mind.

“sylus,”

“mm.”

“let’s go to the shower.”

he looked up at you with a raised brow. “you feel dirty already? kitten, we’ve barely started.”

“no, you crow,” you smacked his large chest in irritation. “i mean, let’s continue in the shower.”

sylus momentarily paused, blankly staring at you. you always wondered what went through his mind when he did that. in that instance, he rose to his feet carrying you while his cock was still lodged in your pussy. not only that, he was still alarmingly hard despite cumming already,

“you didn’t think i’d be done after such a small round, did you?” he grinned. “we’re just getting started.” you didn’t know whether to be afraid or dangerously aroused more than before.

you went through your bedroom to your bathroom, where sylus eventually set you to your feet. his cum began to slowly ooze out of you, travelling down your legs and painting them in the evidence of the mess that would have been made on your couch.

the bathroom began to steam slightly as the water ran. a large hand was held out for you– sylus offering it for you to join him. as you entered, your lips were immediately occupied with his, tied in a dance of need and insatiable greed that only the two of you could soothe for each other.

“you’re so perfect, sylus,” you sighed on his lips. “you’ve always been so great, such an amazing person in my life.” you kissed him again. “just want to show you how grateful i am for you.”

“you already have,” he pecked your cheeks. “just by being in my life.”

your kisses, gradually intensified as you touched each other, stimulating your needs before sylus gently moved you against the glass wall of the shower and picked you up hooking your legs over his shoulders and pressing your weight on the glass to keep you in place.

he gently lowered you back into him, instantly filling you up with his cock again. each time felt like it had gotten thicker. sylus regained proper footing on the wet tiles, slowly thrusting up into you before his pace quickened, going faster and harder until your pretty tits bounced from the sheer force of being fucked against the glass shower wall.

and that wasn’t near how fast he planned to plough your sweet pussy. he had so much more in store for you. so much he’d been waiting to do. control was no longer a word in his vocabulary.

“ooh, just– fuck– just– just like that sy– so good!” you hiccuped, gripping onto his hair with one hand and scratching his nape with the other.

through the fog, you could see your reflection, his back muscles flexing and shining in sweat along with the heat, his light grey hair flattened and drenched sticking to his flushed skin, his lips so tantalisingly close to your ear, huffing out praises and moans all while nibbling at your flesh.

“how are you still so tight, kitten?” he purred, pounding into you like his life depended on it. his hands tightly gripped your thighs indenting marks onto them, another sign of him marking his territory. “gonna fuck you so deep ‘n paint you with my cum.”

thrust after thrust his cock travelled deeper and deeper into you than it had earlier, pounding your weeping cunt so much that the squelches from a mixture your slick wetness and his cum became louder than the sound of your shower. sylus slowly pulled his cock back until his cockhead peeked out then slammed himself back up into you, finding that carnal spot of yours again. your eyes instantly crossed upon the impact, ripping a raw cry from deep within your throat.

“you sound like music,” he groaned, you could feel him smiling against your neck as he licked and suckled multiple rude, disrespectful bruises onto your skin. marking you as his and his alone for all of linkon and the n109 to see. “beautiful melody for just me to hear, sweetie.” he drew back and pulled out of you slowly and thrust clean into you once more before setting you down to the floor.

you wasted no time grabbing his shoulders and pulled him into a lustful, needy kiss, engulfing him in your adoration and enticement. he occasionally nipped your lower lip, groaning at the feeling of your hand creeping down his abdomen to stroke his neglected, twitching cock. it was drenched and leaking with precum again, as if there would never be an end to how much he could stuff you and cover you with it. the warm water pelted your skin, making you hotter and more breathless as the seconds went by.

“i’m going to give you everything you could ever want in this life,” he struggled to say whilst attempting to hold back the noises boiling deep in his chest. “my life, my heart, and my soul is yours, sweetheart.”

within an instant, you found your front pressed against the glass with your hands held behind your back. his lips grazed you ear, whispering his need for you as his warm cock circled your entrance, sliding up and down from the curve of your ass to his tip poking your aching clit.

“sylus,” you shivered, leaning back to rest on him before you lost balance– or even consciousness. you couldn’t tell how long you had been going on for anymore, and frankly you couldn’t care less. the tether between the two of you had wrapped so strongly that you couldn’t spend a second not being on each other.

“yes?” his hand gently tapped your chin so you could turn your face to him. he pecked the corner of your lip and rammed himself back into you without warning, forcing out a loud moan through your lips. those rough, and crude thrusts pounded through your tight, needy cunt, which was squeezing around his girth as much as possible. body pressed against the glass, the reflection of your fucked out face with sylus dazed and so drunk in your pussy made you clench harder.

“fuck, my– fuck,” his hips began to stutter and his cock throbbed in warning. the shower wall began to shake from the continuous impact of your bodies slamming together, clapping and squelching as if you just couldn’t be any closer. “if you squeeze again– oh, kitten, i’m going to fill you to the brim.”

he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh sending jolts of new pleasure down your spine, making you both moaning messes. his hands travelled around your body until his dominant hand settled on your abandoned clit to rub and swirl, and the other attacking your nipples– fondling and pinching them with greed to force out your most animalistic nature. your back arched helping you buck yourself into his hips, wanting to feel so much more of him, even though he had already abused your g-spot so much.

you sobbed and whined, singing praises to sylus for what he was doing to get you so horny for him. “keep fucking me like that, sy- fuck, please!” your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to hold onto him to stop yourself from collapsing. if it wasn’t his cock poking your cervix at this point, it was a sign that you were reaching your limit. “give me– can’t think– give it to me!”

neither of you could think that much, really. with you being so hypnotised and enamoured by his huge cock while he drowned and was drunk in your pussy, there wasn’t much to question. you both had a synonymous goal.

“gonna give it to you, kitten,” sylus seethed while licking your skin in ferocious lust, all he wanted and needed was to feel and taste you so he would do just that.

he felt so good inside your delectable pussy, loved how you tightened around him. he wanted to just cum on the spot, over and over and fuck you in every nook and cranny of your apartment then in each and every one of the properties he owned. he didn’t want to stop until every room you two entered was left smelling of cum and sex. who would he be to not desire such pleasure with someone as beautiful, powerful, and sexy as you?

“look at us, sweetie,” he huffed, momentarily stopping to push his cock as deeply into you as possible, completely bottoming out inside of you until all that would be seen was his balls flush against your pussy. he took long, deep, malicious strokes into you, the glass wall threatening to topple over. “look at yourself while i fuck you good, while i stuff my cock right into you.”

your eyes landed on your reflection but you couldn’t help yourself from watching him reduce you to slutty putty. making you feel like such a needy slut for his cock and his hot, thick cum.

“so pretty,” he moaned, throwing his head back. he could feel his orgasm nearing, his body was beginning to falter. “so definitely mine.”

the perverted reflection of you fucking yourself on his cock while he simultaneously bucked into you had taken you over the edge. your eyes rolled back and your jaws loosened as your body stilled. you let out a hoarse cry as you unfolded, tightly gripping onto him as you became undone, cumming around his cock, your walls squeezing and fluttering around him causing a wave of cum to fill you alongside his thrusts.

you were so full already that his cum leaked out your pussy in spurts, dripping down your legs and hitting the walls. another wave washed over you, and you could feel so much spurting out of you, spraying the wall and dripping down your bodies. you paused, still feeling sylus rutting his cum into you from behind.

you squirted. and he had quickly realised it too, from how his pace quickened again. you had felt his cock grow much harder even though he already came.

“fuck, you made such a mess kitten, wanna make you do it again,” he panted, pinching his eyes shut. “gonna fuck you so good, you squirt over and over.”

you still couldn’t understand how he got so hard so quickly but your pussy wasn’t done being fucked just yet. he quickly pulled himself out, his cock slapping against his abdomen still spurting out thick globs of cum. he raised one of your legs over his shoulder and bottomed out deep into you again, with a whole new angle. you both groaned at the feeling, your pussy being stretched by the curve of his depth, creaming and fluttering on it before he could thoroughly fuck you again.

he didn’t waste another second viciously stimulating your clit with his fingers while his cock aggressively drove into you, slapping your skin against his in a quickened rhythm. it didn’t take much before your poor, soaked cunt squeezed you into another orgasm, creaming a white ring around his base. you screamed, feeling a rush of pleasure force out an intense round of your nectar going everywhere onto your abdomen and his, ultimately making you squirt for the second time tonight.

you felt another gush of cum stuff your pussy as a whimper left sylus’ lips. you couldn’t help but love the fact that he got off just from you squirting. and that got you so much hornier, so needy to do more. but you doubted if your body was capable of handling that. you felt his cock slowly soften as you came down from your highs. he muttered something about wanting to stay inside you a bit longer, and you allowed it, also not wanting to be separated from him being in you just yet. maybe it was the aether cores keeping you attached.

moments passed as you both recovered from your orgasms, resting on each other, whispering praises, and kissed each other in dazed exhaustion. the running water rinsed away most of the cum and slick from your bodies, leaving the rest to be cleaned off once you were both ready.

“that was beautiful,” you murmured as you pulled away from his lips. sylus rested his forehead on yours, still trying to regain his breath. he reached to make the water slightly colder.

“you did so well,” he smiled. “i’m glad i was patient.”

as you began to clean each other up, as exhausted as you were, you felt satisfied. and at peace. sylus was a good ally and companion of yours but from the way things are looking now, you’re more than happy to take things much further.

note: I literally started playing lads a few days ago and OMG LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ITS SOO GOOD

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