#there's no summary yet bc i couldn't think of one :P

[wawamouse]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen "Chico" Guerra, Carmen "Chico" Guerra/Original Male Character(s), Carmen "Chico" Guerra/Consuela, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Carmen "Chico" Guerra, Miguel Alvarez (Oz), Oz (TV) Ensemble, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon, Angst, Canon-Typical Behavior, Underage Drug Use, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Casual Sex, Friends With Benefits, POV Alternating

[echobx]

Twin Flame 2 - pervy!bsf!JJ × pervy!bsf!fem!reader

summary: y/n is indecisive about what she wants and tries to blame JJ

word count: 2.3k

warnings: bratty!reader, angsty feels for JJ, miscommunication ig, lying (to the pogues), smut, talk of mutual masturbation, p in v (unprotected), backshots, orgasm denial

author's note: as promised here's part 2 and bc I couldn't fit all of what I needed in here, I'm gonna do a 3rd one on top... what can I say, I'm a sucker for this man

series masterlist ♡ part 1

   Exchanging used underwear in secrecy. That's the best way you could describe the “situation” you had with JJ. 

   You hadn't really managed to do much that first day, not wanting to get caught by your friends and having to explain it all. Maybe you were both more scared of their judgment for how you two acted than for breaking the rules. They were stupid rules anyway, not holding up any weight anymore after the group finally consisted of two couples, Kiara and whatever it was that JJ and you would maybe, possibly, potentially become. 

   You weren't sure if you wanted more than just hanging out that ended with his fingers up your cunt and yours wrapped around his dick. An occasional make out session if needed, but you weren't picky about it. 

   It wasn't the classic get up. No secret love, at least you told yourself that, because you didn't even know what love was supposed to feel like, never having felt it. You just knew that kissing JJ made your head spin, and you felt nauseous afterward. But not in a sick way, not like when you did after drinking one too many stale beers. No, it was more like your stomach wanted to turn itself inside out and the feeling could only be remedied by his touch, by the feel of his lips pressed against you. 

   There were silent boundaries that JJ wasn't about to cross without asking first, either, but he was also too afraid to pose the question. He looked at you with wonder, more so now than ever before, and maybe that’s why it was so difficult. Before the “agreement” he could make jokes about you sucking him off instead of paying for your weed. Or him going down on you for a pack of cold ones. 

   However, that ease had shifted drastically with the moment you had pulled him into the spare room that day. From then on his whole body was only craving one thing, to hear you try to stay quiet for him and to feel your soft touch around his cock; to watch you watch him as he licked his fingers, cleaning off the last drops of your cum; and maybe even more so, to watch you do the same with him. 

   Head and hand were close enough alphabetically for him already, so it didn't make sense to him why he had such a hard time asking for more from you, and granting it in return. 

   “My parents aren't home this weekend,” you told him while getting dressed, pulling your skirt up but leaving your slip lying damp on his bed. 

   “Is that an invitation?” JJ cocked his brow, and you tilted your head to the side. 

   “Sometimes I think you’re scared of coming inside.” The double entendre didn't get lost on him. 

   “I just mean, we've never done that, is all,” he shrugged. 

   “You've been in my room more times than I can count.” 

   “Not like that,” he shook his head two times, exhaling loudly before getting up and picking up a fresh pair of underwear to put on. 

   “Maybe if you had asked earlier,” you shrugged. 

   “Are we still just talking about the room?” 

   “I don't know, JJ, are we?” you huffed, picking up your purse and walking out on him. 

   Your demeanor had become increasingly harder to read for him, and your growing usage of quips and sarcasm, as well as words he had to look up, wasn't helping either. He knew it was just who you are, not your intention to confuse him more. Yet it didn't help much. 

   The next day, he tried his best to not gaze at you, instead keeping his eyes pinned to the ground to not get lost again. He got lost more and more these days. Thinking about letting you ride him, fucking your throat, bending you over; you name it, he thought of it. He went to sleep thinking about you with a growing semi that wouldn't die down unless you took care of it, and woke up with a boner that grew increasingly more painful. To him, it seemed like the only options would be to just be able to fuck you awake or fall asleep with your tight cunt wrapped around him. 

   “How do you ask someone to go down on you?” your voice ripped him out of his thoughts, but he refused to look at you still. 

   “Why? You got someone new?” Kie poked your shoulder, a cheeky grin on her face, and you smiled politely, keeping the facade. 

   “I wouldn't call it that, we're just hooking up- Well, not so much that either,” you sighed and suddenly all your friends had their ears perked, all but one. 

   “Sounds confusing,” Sarah huffed, her legs draped over John B’s on the couch. 

   “I don't know if it is my fault for not suggesting it or his for not wanting to, I guess,” you roll your eyes. 

   “Maybe he doesn't know how to ask either?” JJ noted, looking up for just a second to see them all look at him for a short moment. 

   “What are you and this guy doing?” Kie inquired. 

   “All we do is make out and then get each other off. We've not even fucked yet, and I'm really starting to question if he just thinks I'm ugly or something. Or maybe I'm just so shit at hand jobs that he doesn't even want to do more,” you complained, and this time JJ stared you down as if you had just announced that you ran over a bunch of toddlers. Maybe even worse, he knew he could find some fucked up excuse for why you would need to run over babies. That was just normal, though, everyone was down bad for their best friend. 

   “Maybe you should tell him that, instead of us,” he hissed, pissed at just the thought that you could think yourself to be not enough to grant the pleasures he wanted to give you, no matter how scared he was. 

   “JJ’s right, for once,” Pope spoke up, oblivious to the tension between the two of you. “Open and clear communication always works out.” 

   “Since when are you such an expert on sex?” JJ huffed, which landed him a kick against the knee by Kiara, and a glare from Cleo, who was playing with her knife. It wasn't a smart move on his end, but he had other things to worry about. 

   “I don't think he knows English as much as he should,” you sighed, finally looking away from JJ, who gulped at the insult.

   John B leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “Don't tell me you're fucking that Italian exchange student.” 

   “What? No. That's not what I meant. And he's so not my type either,” you felt affront to the suggestion. “Also, way out of my league, that one, even if I was interested.”

   “Not fucked up enough for you?” JJ quipped, and you shot him a glare. 

   “Apparently, I like mine dumb,” you hit him back. The tension grew worse with the second, and you knew the only way to get rid of it was to let him ruin you, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction. 

   “Okay, well, just talk to the guy. And if he doesn't wanna go down on you, let alone refuse to fuck you, drop his balls in a boiling pot of water and then drop him,” Cleo suggested and Kiara agreed with her. 

   “Yeah, and give me his address, so I can put chili powder in all his underwear.”

   The discussion died down after that, but JJ yet again refused to look at you, but this time not because he was too infatuated with you. He was angry, sad, hurt, confused. His chest felt narrower than usual, as if he was having an anxiety attack, but worse. And every time your voice nestled itself in his ear, it got worse, to a point where he pushed his chair back and stomped inside without losing another word. 

   However, you didn't think much of it, knowing how quick tempered he was it would also not be the best idea to meet him inside. 

   When you got home, your parents were already asleep. You got ready, taking a shower and putting your hair up before lying down to sleep. 

   At last your quiet was disturbed by your window being pushed open and the sound of heavy boots on hardwood flooring filled the room. 

   “I’m trying to sleep,” you murmured. 

   “I don't care,” JJ growled right next to your face. “Get up!” 

   “What's your problem?” you hissed at him while sitting up, the tiny nightgown you were wearing made his pants grow impossibly tighter.

   “You're a real bitch. Not saying shit to me and then spilling it all to them? Making me look even worse than I already do? Making fun of me?” JJ was seething, and the fact that you didn't show remorse made it worse. 

   “You don't know what you want!” you yell silently, not wanting to wake your parents. 

   “Has it ever crossed your fucking mind that I'm trying to be respectful here?” You were honestly too stunned to speak. After all, this had only started because he really wasn't respectful, at all. “Don't you think I would've fucked you any way possible by now if it was my choice? Don't you think that it tears me apart on the inside to try and not fuck this up by being me?” 

   “Oh yeah?” you huffed, and he ran his hand over his face, nodding. “JJ, I don't want you to not be you. Why would I want that? If I wanted to keep on masturbating for the rest of my fucking life, I wouldn't have fucking proposed this arrangement.” 

   “Oh-” the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “Well… you know… so…”

   “Not so good with English, just like I said,” you shook your head and his hand shot out to hold you by your throat, not restricting air, but not letting you move either. 

   “You're such a fucking brat, do you know that?” He dipped his head and forced a harsh kiss on your lips. Your hands came up to his pants, fumbling to open the belt and button before he shoved you to lie on your bed. 

   “You wanted me to come by? Expected it?” He sounded dangerous like that, but you liked it, like knowing that he wouldn't actually hurt you, but just play it enough to please you. Or, just enough to “fix your attitude.” 

   “I don't know what you mean,” you said sweetly as he took off his clothes. 

   “That thing you're wearing,” he pointed at the mesh fabric. “Can see all through that. Not something you put on usually.” 

   “Are you complaining about it?” You didn't quite understand what he was getting at. 

   “Hmmm… no. Take it off anyway,” he ordered, and you did. 

   No matter how much he wanted to touch you, feel the round of your tits in his palms, squeeze them, twist your nipples and suck on them, he refrained. He wanted to punish you for playing with him, more. 

   “Lie down,” he pointed at the length of the bed, and you placed yourself on it, head in the pillows, but he shook his head no. “Face down.”

   First you thought about protesting, but you decided against it, turning around and pressing your head into your pillow while your ass was up in the air, the same way your ex had preferred. 

   JJ smacked your ass, and you winced, the sound being smothered by your pillow. 

   “My parents,” you reminded him quickly, and he chuckled. 

   “You better keep quiet then.” 

   JJ didn't really know what he was doing, he only knew that he needed to do it properly and in a way that would have you begging for more, just for him to deny it then. It was a sick plan by an even sicker man. He didn't praise you, didn't talk to you. Kept comments to himself, like the fact that you were so incredibly wet for him, although he hadn't really done anything to you yet. Or when he pushed inside you for the first time and groaned at how tight you were, the perfect fit for him. 

   His first thrust was torturously slow. He wanted to feel you out, every miniscule part of your insides, and imprint it in his mind. How you whined and begged for him to move faster, and to touch you, anything really. 

   “This is just for me, princess, remember?” he taunted after lying down on top of you, nestled deep in your guts. His hands, one on your neck pushing you down, the other under you, pushing against your stomach to make it even tighter for him. Slow deep thrusts did the trick, but as soon as he felt you get closer, pussy starting to flutter around him, he got up and changed his technique. Going faster, nearly coming already, but he paced himself. 

   “JJ, please. Fuck, please,” you begged as you neared the second attempt. 

   “What? Do you want my cum that badly, baby?” he rasped, and you nodded into the pillow. 

   “Need you.” 

   What you hadn't expected was for him to pull out almost completely, starting to jerk himself off while his throbbing tip was still inside you. 

   “JJ, please,” you were close to tears, needing your release as much as air to breathe, and yet he denied you. 

   “Want my cum, baby?” he smirked like the devil, not that you could've seen by the way he pushed you down.

   “Give it to me, please, J,” you whined pathetically.

   As soon as the words had left you, he pushed inside again, spilling himself into your guts and groaning loudly while his dick twitched, and he fucked his seed deeper into you. 

   Maybe you should've felt more used after, but you understood why he had done it. What you didn't understand was that he left as soon as he was done, only a quick, “I hope you're on something,” before vanishing into the night and leaving you behind. 

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Epiphany

Summary: Mansion Baron Park Seonghwa was tired of living in a dusty mansion so he decided to finally hire some help. On your first day working for him you noticed something strange about the man, but you can't ask him because he is almost always gone during the day till your done with your shift.

(A/n: Watched the Halloween performance video for 'A Black Cat Nero' and it HEAVILY inspired this. there also might be a little bit werewolf!straykids mentioned if i continue this but idk yet- its a bit of a clusterfuck bc as i was writing i just kept getting more ideas 🙄)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: he word 'smirk' probably written too much,

Pairings: Seonghwa x fem!reader, and a little bit of Hongjoong x fem!reader(?)

Seonghwa hated dust. It was one of his biggest pet peeves, and lately, he hasn't been able to keep up with the amount in his large home. So while he was at the store one night and he heard you talking to the cashier about how you were laid off from the last family you cleaned for, he innocently followed you out of the store to ask if he could give you a job. You needed the money and you were looking but you couldn't help but think something was off with him, but hesitantly you said yes. He gave you his number and address and wrote down a date and time for you to come by.

His home was rather on the outskirts of the city you lived in thus you couldn't take your usual form of transportation (the bus) the entire way there. You took it as far as possible and then rode your bike the rest of the way. When you arrived you had a feeling his house would be big but you didn't think it would be this big, it was a solid three stories and most definitely there was another below. You decide to put your bike somewhere it wouldn't be quite as visible. You were somewhat out of breath so you took a moment to catch up with your lungs before you knocked on the door. But before you could the door abruptly opened with Seonghwa holding it open.

"Welcome, Y/n, I hope you found your way here safely." He spoke softly towards you with a faint smile on his lips. "I noticed you didn't drive up? Did you leave your vehicle at the gate?" He peered at you waiting for you to answer as if he was trying to read you in some way.

You didn't particularly want to tell the beautiful man before you that you're poor but lying could only lead to more problems down the road. "Ah, no actually, I usually take the bus but i couldn't take it all the way here so I biked part of the way."

He scowled lightly seemingly disapprovingly before training his face back to before. "I see. Well then, if you will follow me I will show what you will be doing for me." He turned around heading inside and walking slow enough as though to make you you're able to follow behind him.

When he had finished the tour of the upstairs, and main floor and showing you what you would be doing you noticed a door and you mustered up the courage to ask Seonghwa about it and his only response was "You needn't worry about it, that area is for me to clean." And you probably wouldn't have as much curiosity as you do if it weren't for the eerie smile he gave while saying it to you but you can manage to hold in your piqued interest. He swiftly changed the topic of conversation by asking if you would like to start working that day for a limited amount of time and you didn't have anything else going on for the rest of the day so you said yes. He reminded you where the cleaning supplies were and led you to where he wanted you to start and once you did he walked away.

When you finished cleaning and it reached the designated time you agreed to work until (six thirty), you walk through the house (mansion) to try and find Seonghwa. As you rounded a corner you nearly bumped into someone and lost your footing trying to keep that from happening. Mentally preparing yourself to fall you almost don't notice the firm grasp on your waist.

"I am so sorry, Mr. P- You aren't Seonghwa?" You study the new handsome face belonging to the hand on your side. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you and sorry for nearly knocking you over. Do you happen to know where Mr. Park is?" You step away and hold out your hand for him to shake as you introduce yourself.

The man in front of you now glances at your hand before taking it in his own and proceeding to lean down and kiss the back of it. Your face flushes almost instantaneously as he stands straight again while he smirks at you. "I am Hongjoong. It is a pleasure to meet you. And Seonghwa is just down the hall in his study. Are you working here permanently?" While he speaks that smug smile never leaves his face despite his eyebrow raising in question.

"Yes, I will be working here permanently, today was my first half of a day. And thank you for telling me where Mr. Park is, Have a nice rest of your evening." You smile at Hongjoong as you pass him to go to Seonghwa's office.

When you get to the door you knock and here a faint 'come in'. As you push open the door Seonghwa starts speaking, "Hongjoong I thought i told you i was done with the conversation and asked you to leave me be for a- ah, Y/n, I'm sorry i thought it was someone else. Is it time for you to leave already? Time must have gotten away from me. Let me get you your check and walk you out." When he noticed it was you a kind smile grew on his face and he began standing.

As your making your way home you can't help but feel uneasy. A feeling of being watched looming over you. You're waiting at the bus stop when a black car pulls up. You avert your gaze as the window rolls down, a man inside the car calls out to you in a voice you recognize. "Y/n, do you need a ride? Seonghwa told me you take the bus and i couldn't in good conscience let a woman go home by herself. It's dangerous out here at night." It's Hongjoong, just as your about to turn him down you hear a very strange noise in the woods and quickly move to get into his front seat. He smirks at you, "Eager to go home with me?" You open your mouth to correct him but realize he was being sarcastic. You close your mouth and tell him your address... You can pick up your bike tomorrow...

The ride to your apartment was quiet, not even the radio. And even though your in the bustling city now you still feel like your being watched. Hongjoong parks on the curb and you get out and close the door before he could say anything (if he was going to say anything). Once you've finally gotten into your apartment you start your nightly routine and can't help but think about your mysterious new employer and his possibly even more mysterious friend. They were fascinating men and you couldn't get them off your mind.

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should i continue this?

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 8

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!reader, strap on use, hermione has a praise kink actually it's canon, so much fluff it's almost gross

Note: ok a few chapters back i mentioned that it would be the last fun one but i lied clearly bc this one's just fluff

i'm just not ready for it to get dark yet! i got a little carried away with this one but hopefully it's enjoyable bc i had a lot of fun writing it

there's strap on use as stated in the disclaimer but little elements of g!p as well (kinda) i've added asterisks before the smut so feel free to skip it if u don't want to read!

alright thats it, i hope u enjoy, let me know what u think!

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chp 9

The end of term is finally here, accompanied with a feeling of impending doom you just couldn't shake.

You had no choice now but to see your parents.They had sent an owl with a letter containing the date of your initiation. It is in 3 days time.

Waving your wand, the clothes you had folded earlier slowly floated in place inside your trunk. Scanning the room you noticed there were still a lot of things you had to put away. Packing was never something you enjoyed. You actually found the entire process dreadful. Although, the use of magic did make it bearable. You couldn't imagine doing it all by hand.

You suddenly feel your cat nudge your leg slightly with his forehead. A white tabby, you've had him since first year. Basically one of the very few constants in your life. You've always had a love for cats because you found it easy to establish a mutual respect. Sometimes you prefered their company over humans.

He nudges your leg again before meowing.

"What is it sweet boy, are you hungry?"

Walking over to his food bowl you noticed it was still partially full. His water bowl left untouched since you last filled it up this morning.

You watched as he walks up to the front door, he began to scratch at it and you grow even more confused.

Before you could start to question it you hear a knock coming from the other side.

"Who is it?"

Taking a step closer you reached for the handle but decide to wait for a reply before opening it.

"It's me, quick let me in."

An involuntarily smile forming on your lips.

Your cat cleverly moving out of the way as you pulled the door open.

Crookshanks rushed his own way inside before you tugged on Hermione's arm, quickly guiding her inside your room. You looked around making sure nobody saw before closing the door.

Your girlfriend greets you with a long kiss which you happily reciprocated.

Hermione steps away from you and begins to look around as if inspecting the state of your messy room.

"How did you even get in here?"

Hermione smiles before holding up Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Wow, I'm surprised he let you borrow it."

"He doesn't know, I nicked it when he wasn't looking."

Your girlfriend admits proudly and you playfully let out a gasp.

"Hermione Granger, I think I might be a bad influence on you." You quip.

Your hands move to rest on Hermione's waist and she wraps her arms around your neck instinctively.

"I think you might be right."

She says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"But I kind of like it." Hermione whispers, inches away from your face.

You smirk, pulling her in even closer.

"Good." You say, matching her tone.

You leaned in with intention to kiss her again but Hermione turns her head before you could.

Quietly studying your girlfriend's expression as she watched the cats. They've long stopped chasing each other around the room they're now curled up licking each other clean on the foot of your bed.

"Do you have to leave right away?" Hermione asks turning her head to look at you once again.

Your hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No. Technically I have about a day before I absolutely have to go home. Why?"

Hermione doesn't answer for a moment instead she fiddles with the pendant on your necklace nervously.

"What is it, my love?"

Your gentle hand on her lower back must have soothed your girlfriend enough as she eventually found the courage to continue.

"Do you maybe want to come home with me and meet my parents?"

Taken aback, you take a few seconds to deliberate but Hermione was quick to mistake your silence for disapproval.

"If you don't want to it's alright. I'd just- I would love for them to get to know you-"

Hermione stutters and you reach out, holding her face with both your hands she's now forced to meet your soft gaze.

"I would love to meet your family. Just as long as you're sure."

Hermione grins, evidently relieved at your response.

"Really? It would help to have you with me, I don't want to be alone when I have to- you know when it's time."

"I understand." You assure her and she visibly relaxes again. Hermione moves to nuzzle her face in the crook of your neck and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

You could only imagine the pressure Hermione must be in. How selfless she is to even consider obliviating her own parents. She will be doing it to prevent the hurt they might go through in the event of losing her.

If it ever came down to it you weren't entirely sure if you could do the same. Hermione's bravery knows no bounds, yet you couldn't find it in yourself to envy her. You admired her a great deal. You want more than anything to preserve her happiness as best you can.

Going against the Dark Lord was one way of ensuring it. So it's something you'll do without hesistation.

"But we can't go anywhere until you're done packing." You let go of her and Hermione gestures to the mess of unfolded clothes scattered across your room.

"I am done."

Hermione gives you an incredulous look.

"Well, mostly." You admit cheekily, enjoying how annoyed Hermione is getting at your failure to take things seriously.

"Come on, I'll help you pack." Hermione tugs on your arm but you don't budge.

"But-" You say grabbing her hand instead, holding her in place.

"Im not sure if you're aware. There are many fun things we could do in my room that doesn't involve packing."

You swiftly pull Hermione closer by the belt loop on her jeans.

A small gasp escapes her lips at your sudden action and you took the opportunity to capture her lips into a searing kiss.

Your girlfriend entertains you for a few moments, kissing you back deeply as she rest her hand on the back of your neck.

Quickly moving your own hand underneath her shirt, resting it on the small of her back. Hermione shudders at the feeling of your warm hand against her bare skin.

You plant a kiss on her jaw, and then her neck, nipping at it before you hear Hermione's breath hitch in her throat.

"Okay let's make a deal." Your girlfriend says trying her best to keep her voice firm.

"We finish packing and–" Hermione stands on her tiptoes so she can whisper directly into your ear.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

You feel a sudden rush of arousal, Hermione always knew exactly what to say.

"Whatever I want?"

Your girlfriend peering at you with feigned innocence. She nods before biting her lip knowing very well the effect it had on you.

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"What about this one?" Hermione holds up a dark green pullover that you hadn't seen since the beginning of term.

"Honestly forgot I even had that. We can toss it." Instead of adding it to the pile your girlfriend holds onto it. It quickly became clear what she was asking of you.

"Well unless you want to keep that one–"

"Do you want it?"

You chuckle at the sight of Hermione's eyes lighting up at your suggestion.

"It smells like you." Your girlfriend says under her breath and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"Alright, that's the last of it." You say, shutting your trunk.

You attempt to push it closer to your front door but it barely budged. Hermione notices you struggling and lets out a laugh.

"Here, let me help."

"Excuse me." Your girlfriend whispers before stepping in between you and the trunk, standing close enough that her ass was brushing against your front.

Before you could move out of her way, Hermione bends over. Her ass now flush against your groin. Clearly a deliberate move to get a reaction out of you, she makes no effort to push the trunk.

"Hermione–" You groaned.

"Hm?"

You've seemed to have urged her on as she pushes herself up against your front again. Your hands move to grip her waist.

Hermione stands up right but doesn't try to move away from you.

"Do you find pleasure in taunting me, Miss Granger? You growl directly into her ear and Hermione's hand finds the back of your neck.

You watched as she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth, stiffling a grin.

She really is enjoying is.

You expertly flipped Hermione around by her waist. Capturing her lips with yours kissing her hard. You take her bottom lip in between your teeth tugging at it before kissing her again, your tongue enters her mouth and she lets out a whimper against your lips.

Your hands move to her thigh swiftly, you lifted Hermione up, carrying her to your bed.

She keeps her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

Hermione arches her back, your groin now flush against hers. You began moving your hips, grinding against her center. Your girlfriend lets out a moan, throwing her head back against the pillow.

You take the opportunity to place a sloppy kiss against her neck, you open your mouth, biting down. Earning a louder noise from Hermione.

"Fuck, you drive me insane."

You say against her neck.

Hermione only lets out another whimper in response. She takes your hand moving it to the hem of her jeans.

"Please, touch me." Your girlfriend pleads.

Quickly obliging, you unbutton her jeans, slipping your hand inside. Your palm finds her clothed center. You apply pressure and Hermione quickly starts grinding against your hand.

She's now a writhing, panting mess underneath you.

The mere sight drove you crazy.

You slip your hand underneath her underwear, your thumb applying pressure against her already sensitive clit. Hermione's grips the back of your neck as she chokes out a moan. You move two fingers to her entrance pushing inside until you were knuckle deep. Your girlfriend's mouth falls open as you began pumping in and out of her at a rough pace.

"Yes.."

She breathes out and you take it as a sign to move your fingers harder and deeper.

Hermione's hand moves to grip the sheets and you knew she was already close.

You try your best to keep the steady pace, made slightly difficult with her walls contracting against your fingers with every stroke.

Your hear her breathing get shallow and her hold on your neck tightens. Hermione moans loudly as the blinding orgasm rips through her.

You pull out of her bringing your fingers up to your mouth, licking them clean. Hermione watches you with a darkened gaze before lifting her head to kiss you, deep and hungry.

You plant a kiss against her forehead before moving off her.

Hermione whines in protest and you only chuckle darkly. You lift your own sweater above your head, signaling that you were far from done.

"Take off your clothes baby, wait there."

Hermione does as she's told.

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You grabbed your wand quickly before walking towards the bathroom, shuting the door behind you.

Saying the spell as you waved your wand, a flesh coloured appendage appearing by your groin. A makeshift strap on. You found out that muggles had used it for sex sometimes and you honestly thought it a genius invention. You took it upon yourself to conjure your own.

You managed to create a version that was not only functional but allows you to actually feel her. In a way it acted like an extension of you.

Yes. A spell that could go terribly wrong if not done properly ofcourse, but what's a fun sex life without a little risk?

Walking out of the bathroom you're met with the sight of your girlfriend laying naked on the bed.

You make eye contact and watched as Hermione's eyes flit down to the length between your legs.

She licks her lips in anticipation.

"Come closer."

Hermione crawls to the foot of the bed meekly waiting for you to approach.

You stepped closer, hand moving to the back of her head your fingers getting lost in her hair.

You guide her forward and she catches on quickly. Wrapping her hand around your length before running her tongue across the tip, watching your reaction.

"Suck it."

You command and Hermione does exactly that.

Throwing your head back you breathe in deeply, suppressing a moan. Her mouth felt amazing. Hermione was really good at that, she's good at everything.

You feel the tip of your strap touch the back of her throat and let out a gasp.

She is taking you so well.

You groaned.

"Good girl."

Hermione hums in response and continues moving her skillful mouth against you.

You can feel your release approaching, gripping her hair you tug on it slightly, urging her to stop.

"Ok– okay that's enough." You guide her face up, kissing her.

"Lay back."

Hermione leans back and you quickly climb on top of her.

Your length brushing against her core, Hermione rolls her hips desperately.

"Ready?"

Your girlfriend nods quickly, lifting her leg up to wrap it around your waist. Giving you easier access.

You guide the tip to her entrance, thrusting forward slowly.

Watching as her eyes widen at the feeling of you inside her. Her hands gripped your back, fingernails digging into your skin.

You thrust your hips forward again, Hermione lets out a loud moan shutting her eyes.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So tight."

Hermione clenches around your length, her nails digging into your back painfully.

"Faster– please."

Your girlfriend begs and you push forward, harder and faster.

Soon finding a momentum.

Hermione's now moaning and panting at every thrust of your hips. You feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach.

"You're so perfect, Hermione. My sweet, perfect girl."

Your endless whispers of praise only pushing her closer to her release. Hermione's cunt throbbing around your length as her orgasm creeps up on her, hard and fast.

You pant, reaching your own climax soon after her.

You slumped forward, both your chests heaving as you tried to recover.

Hermione places a kiss on your cheek and another on the corner of your mouth.

You move to rest your head against her chest.

"I love you." Hermione utters breathlessly.

You lift your head, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you too, so much."

Hermione pulls you in for a kiss, surprisingly soft and tender.

"Can you go again?" You ask and Hermione nods, not hiding the blush forming on her face.

"Good, get on top."

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The train finally departs and Hermione joins you in the carriage. Sitting next to you.

You draped your arm over her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Last night was amazing."

You let out a laugh at the sudden confession.

"Yes it was." You turn towards her and Hermione lifts her head off your shoulder to look at you.

Her hand moves to your hair, running her fingers through it. She knows you loved it whenever she did that.

"You were amazing." Hermione's voice low, you catch her looking down at your lips.

"Careful."

"Don't get me going, I will have my way with you right here, in this carriage."

You warn, glancing at her lips.

"Maybe you should."

Hermione taunts and you smirk.

You lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"I'd fuck you right here, have you screaming my name for everybody to hear."

Hermione grabs the hem of your jacket crashing her lips against yours. Her tongue enters your mouth and for a second you believed that you would actually have sex right then and there.

"Uh– you lot are in a public space, please show some consideration."

Ginny quips before entering the carriage, sitting across from you.

You stopped making out, Hermione buries her face in your shoulder, feeling embarrassed.

"We technically were in a private space until you came in." You retaliated.

Ginny grins.

You've always liked her, the funnier and overall superior Weasley. You don't hang out often but whenever you did it was always a fun time.

"So Harry told me about the plan."

"He did what–"

"Oh that thickhead." You scoffed.

Hermione shakes her head clearly dissaproving the same way you were.

"Well that's fantastic. Yeah, really great. Who else did he tell?"

You were annoyed. If the wrong person overheard it would be over for you.

"Ok I agree Harry can be thick sometimes but we can trust Ginny." Hermione says, stroking your arm at an attempt to soothe you.

"Yeah relax. Besides, he tells me everything. I promise your secret's safe with me."

You say nothing in response, looking out the window trying to keep a level head.

"Do you really think it'll work?"

Ginny asks and you turn to look at her. Your gaze shifts to Hermione for a moment before answering.

"I've gone over it a million times in my head. It'll work."

You look out the window again.

"It has to." You mutter and Hermione grabs your hand intertwining your fingers.

"Alright."

"Listen, if you ever need an extra hand I can help." The ginger haired girl says lowering her voice.

You nod, giving her a genuine smile. You appreciated the offer.

"Thanks, Ginny."

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"That was odd." You say as you lifted Hermione's trunk up the stairs, walking to her parents home.

"What was?"

"The man that drove us here. Do muggles always ask that many personal questions?"

Hermione laughs.

You sat her trunk down on the veranda.

"He was curious, some taxi drivers just enjoy chatting to new people."

Your eyebrows knitted together. You supposed that made sense.

"Oh."

"Ready?" Hermione asks before fishing her house keys out of her pocket.

You give her a nod before taking in a sharp intake of breath.

Opening the door you both step inside.

"Mum, dad, I'm home!"

Her mum comes down the stairs, beaming as she sauntered over to the two of you. Enveloping your girlfriend in a long embrace.

Hermione did look a lot like her mother. Especially around the eyes.

Mrs Granger releases her daughter from her embrace and turns to you.

"You must be y/n, Hermione has told me so much about you."

She surprises you by pulling you into a hug as well. You reciprocated quickly as a polite gesture.

"It's very nice to meet you Mrs Granger, you have a wonderful home."

"Oh please, call me Monica."

She takes her hand in yours and you smile at her gallantly.

A man walks out of the kitchen and rushes over to the three of you, practically lifting Hermione up as he hugged her.

Hermione lets out a real laugh and it's like music to your ears.

"Hey pumpkin."

"Hi, dad"

"Y/n I assume?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes sir, that's right. It's a pleasure to meet you." You hold your hand out for him to shake and he pulls you into a hug instead.

You were stunned for a moment.

A family of huggers.

Physical affection was rare in your own family, it wasn't something that was freely given. Any type of affection was something you had to earn, like a reward.

"Come, you got here just in time for dinner."

Hermione's dad lets go of you and guides the two of you to the dining table.

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You liked Hermione's parents, they were warm and generous. You quickly realised why Hermione is the way she is.

"Thank you for dinner Monica, it was delicious."

"You're most welcome y/n. I'm glad you're here, we've been wanting to meet you for awhile now."

Hermione grabs your hand on the table giving it a squeeze.

Mrs Granger stands up colleting the plates, she walks over to the sink.

"Please, let me help."

You grab Hermione's plate and yours, giving her a quick smile which she reciprocated.

You are stood silently washing dishes for awhile before Mrs Granger breaks the silence.

"You're really good for her, you know."

You glanced at her but stayed silent and she continues.

"I've never seen her this happy. I'm just glad she has you."

"Thats very kind of you to say Monica but I'm certain that I'm the lucky one."

"Hermione's a very special girl." You respond fondly.

Her mum nods in agreement, tears well up in her eyes and you panic for a moment. Afraid you'd said something to upset her.

"You promise to look out for her won't you? I don't know exactly what's happening in your world right now but promise you'll look after her?"

"Ofcourse. I'll protect her with my life. You have my word."

A tear falls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away.

"Thank you y/n–"

"I appreciate you saying that."

[lovelyhan]

— underlying pretense (a teaser) ⟢

pairing: wonwoo x reader

summary: being two of the most popular streamers across the board, your subscribers often speculate if your constant bickering with wonwoo has some underlying pretense. little did they know, the two of you have everything on display on a single, unsuspecting twitter account. 

word count: 1k words

tags: fuck buddies, not quite enemies to lovers but it's the thought that counts, streamer!wonwoo, streamer!reader, smut

warnings: wonwoo n reader run a shared p0rn account bc they're fllthy like that, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

notes: no hardcore smut tags needed just yet, but do Not interact with this post if you're a minor, still.

Wonwoo doesn’t make it a habit to watch your streams for two reasons. 

The first is because you’re one of his tightest competitors in the streamer market. Giving you even a single view means that he’s contributing to your rise in popularity, which is very much detrimental to both Wonwoo’s pride and his career. 

Not that someone who only plays boring open-world games can easily dethrone one of the most renowned competitive players on the platform, but he learned the hard way to never underestimate the charms of a cute girl who knows her way around both technology and the wallets of her subscribers.  

The second reason is…somewhat related to the first.

They’re all hanging out in Seungcheol’s apartment when Vernon opens up a Twitch stream to watch. Wonwoo is in the middle of a petty but intense Fruit Ninja competition with Mingyu on their phones, so he doesn’t get to see which streamer he’s watching. Vernon is the type that likes to give newbies a chance, though, so at that moment, Wonwoo couldn’t really care less.

But when he hears a familiar, high-pitched voice dish out her opening tagline for every stream, even Mingyu notices the way Wonwoo's face scrunches up with distaste.

“Can’t believe you pulled a Koyahngi and Chill while Wonwoo’s in the same room,” Seungcheol laughs when he returns with some beer. “We all know he’s allergic to the sound of her voice.” 

“Hey, I think it’s cute,” Vernon says. “Her outfit is, too. Look.”

Wonwoo, still stewing in his annoyance, doesn't move an inch, while Mingyu scoots closer—glancing over Vernon’s shoulder before letting out a wolf whistle.

“I really don’t see the benefit to playing Stardew Valley in maid-cat girl fusion cosplay, but at least she’s still in theme—oh, shit.”

Seungcheol looks at him once he settles himself on the sofa as well. “What’s wrong?”

“My phone died while I was in the middle of a game,” Mingyu whines. “Wonwoo-hyung, lemme borrow yours. We still haven’t decided who’s buying takeout tonight.”

While Wonwoo would’ve normally responded by scoffing at Mingyu to just borrow a charger from Seungcheol, he completely ignores him—stern eyes glued to his phone as he types away at rapid speed. The moment he hits send, Wonwoo hears a soft chime ring over Koyahngi’s lo-fi background music. 

You pause for a moment from whatever introductory segment you have planned and tell your viewers you’re just going to answer a text. Wonwoo’s friends are none the wiser when he receives a reply the moment you put your phone back down and interact with the chat.

🐈‍��: What did I say about wearing that outfit?

🐈: hmm, can’t remember :P

Fucking brat.

“Hyung?” Mingyu calls out after emerging from Seungcheol’s room—presumably to hunt for a charger—when he spots Wonwoo already halfway to the door. “Where are you going?” 

“Friend’s having set-up problems. He texted me asking if I could come over and take a look,” he reasons calmly as he slips his shoes back on. “I’ll head back here once I’m done.” 

Seungcheol pouts at him. “You better! Mingyu over here told us you’ve been busy with some girl, that’s why you couldn't hang out with the boys anymore.”

Vernon glances behind him to shoot Wonwoo an incredulous stare. “Wonwoo-hyung? With a girl? You’re not just making stuff up, right?” 

Mingyu immediately springs into action, blabbering something about how Wonwoo isn’t the heartless prude people thought he was, but Wonwoo really doesn’t give two shits about how his friends perceived his sex life. In fact, he was more interested in what’s playing on the screen of Vernon’s iPad—the view now unobstructed because the youngest has deigned to move away.

Again, the second reason why Wonwoo doesn’t watch your streams is related to the first. 

You’re literally his tightest competitor, but when he sees you all dolled up in your stupid fucking catgirl outfits, he’s suddenly no different from the degenerates vying for your attention in the chat.

And there is nothing else that Wonwoo hates more than being thrown off his game like that.

Funnily enough, he’s reminded of the very thing that started this constant back-and-forth he’s been toeing around with you for a better part of the year when he slips into the driver’s seat of his car. Just before he can drop his phone into one of the cup holders on the middle console, a Twitter notification lights up on screen. 

Wonwoo would’ve thought it was from the account dedicated to interacting with his viewers outside of streams. He’s got a decent number of followers there after all. Except the notifications for his official Twitter account have long been muted because of the massive online traction his tweets gain everyday. 

No, this one’s from another account entirely.

He feels no shame, opening up the most recent video you put up. What he does feel is a sick sort of pride at the sheer amount of engagement that the video received overnight—those faceless Twitter accounts in the replies looking for other desperate fucks to recreate it with. 

This is one of Wonwoo’s favorites. Part of the select few that he actually deigned to keep hidden in the gallery of his phone for…future use. He can barely contain his own heady arousal as he watches the same clip he took with his own camera the previous night. 

Those desperate little noises you made. The way your body writhed while getting a good dicking down. And how you were so fucking eager to slide Wonwoo’s cock back inside your cunt after having him cum all over your tits. 

Seeing you wearing the same goddamn fishnet bodysuit beneath your stupid maid costume on the stream not only made him pop a hard-on in the middle of boys’ night, but also called for drastic interventions, so to speak.

🐈‍⬛: Finish up that stream asap. I’ll be there in 20. 

🐈: fuck you, i just started 5 minutes ago

🐈‍⬛: You know I don’t like it when you talk back, right?

🐈: fine

🐈‍⬛: What?

🐈: …yes, daddy

🐈‍⬛: That’s what I thought.

end notes: hehe i hope you like it so far! i think it will take me a While to finish this, and i didn't want the blog to go stagnant for too long, so i thought, eh, why not post a teaser? edit: thank you for giving the teaser some love! the full fic can now be found here!

[thelov3lybookworm]

lucien x reader who is a soft dom, reader is being bratty and arguing about something that’s really not that deep just to get luc’s attention and reaction. He’s just looking at her and waiting for her to finish, bc he knows what she needs ”are you done now ?”he puts reader in place bc of her attitude, smut bc he knows reader just needs some dick😁

Are you done now?

Summary: After a long day at work and being away from her husband for so long, Y/n just needs her husband.

Unfortunately, her husband is busy.

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A/n: Alrighty, so... as you might know, i dont write smut, so this turned into a not smut fic? but there's suggestiveness in the end, so i guess you can use you imagination ;)

also, two fics in one day y'all. woohoo :)

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Y/n had been miserable the whole day, and as she trudged back home, she hoped nothing eventful happened now. She had had enough for one day.

It also didn't help that she couldn't spend time with her husband who had only returned this morning from that long trip the high lord had sent him on.

Fuck Rhys.

That was all she could think of.

Y/n finally reached the door to her and Lucien's home, and she let herself in with the keys she pulled out from her pocket.

The house was silent and nearly dark, the only light coming from the faelights in the place. There were occasional sounds of a paper being turned, but other than that, nothing.

As she retreated further into the house, she could see a soft light coming from up the stairs.

That meant Lucien was upstairs.

Her spirits lifted a little, looking forward to simply cuddling p to her husband and catching up on everything they had missed out on.

After she had moved up the stairs and poked her head into Lucien's office, a soft smile spread on her face as she found him hunched over his desk, scribbling away furiously on a piece of paper.

At the sound of the door opening, Lucien looked up, his lips splitting into a grin as he found Y/n looking at him.

"Hello love. How was your day?"

Y/n sighed bitterly. "Don't ask. It was miserable. It was all I could do not to strangle the customers."

Y/n worked in a bakery, and the people that came in that day had been absolute menaces.

"That's bad. Do you want me to hunt them down and strangle them for you?"

Y/n shook her head. "Come to bed."

"Just a few moments my love. I just need to finish this report for Rhys and I'll be there."

Y/n wanted to argue because she needed him right at that moment, but decided not to push. She needed to get changed anyways.

"Fine."

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Y/n turned onto her back again, huffing. It had probably been hours since she had settled into bed, and Lucien had still not come to bed. And she needed his cuddles, for without those, she could not sleep.

She sat up, furiously pushing her hair out of her face as she climbed out of bed, stomping up to Lucien's office opposite their room. She pushed the door open with such force that it bounced off the wall behind the door.

Lucien looked up, alarm written on his features. His brows furrowed when he realised that it was Y/n.

"My love? Is everything alright?" He stood, the gentle light of the faelights bathing him in a glow.

"No! Nothing is alright. You know why? Because you don't love me anymore!"

Lucien blinked, searching her face. "I... what?"

"What do you mean what! You do not love me. I know it."

"What makes you think that?" Lucien was beginning to get agitated now, Y/n could see it, yet she forced herself not to care.

"You should really get married to your desk, because our marriage apparently means nothing to you." Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, huffing.

His eyes narrowed. "Y/n. I don't know what you're talking about."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure."

She walked forward until she was practically climbing onto Lucien as he leaned back onto the table. She shoved a finger onto his chest, glaring up at him.

"I asked you to come to bed hours ago. And yet you're still here, finishing reports for him."

"Hold up. It has only been ten minutes since you came in here. I-"

"That does not matter!" Y/n screeched, though embarrassment burned her cheeks. "All that matters is that you didn't come to bed, even though I told you to come to bed. You don't love me anymore."

She bit back the tears that began filling her eyes.

"Yeah. You're right."

That gave Y/n pause and she blinked. "Wha- what do you mean I'm right? Right about what?"

"That I don't love you anymore."

"Lucien. What do you mean?" Her voice had lost all it's bite, filling with sadness.

He sighed, staring deep into her eyes. "Are you done now?"

She swallowed, guilt beginning to seep into her bones. "Yes." She mumbled quietly.

He nodded and held out his hand, watching intently as she took it and closed the distance between them.

"You want to tell me about all those people who got on your nerves today so I can set them on fire?"

She smiled as she rested her head against his chest. "You can't set fire to anyone who annoys me." Then, after a moments pause, she mumbled, "You can set fire to me though."

His chest rumbled as he laughed, his body becoming warmer as if he was summoning his fire to the surface. "That's what I thought."

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General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

[bugsyfics]

Two Can Be Better Than One

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader x Nozel Silva

Fandom: BC

Summary: Y/N misses her boyfriend Fuegoleon and is aroused by the thought of him. When he arrives she’s shocked that he brought a guest by unexpectedly. The guest isn’t leaving and Fuego doesn’t mind sharing.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, masturbation, thigh riding, partner sharing, face sitting, slight hair pulling

Word Count: 1.9k

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You sat next to the fireplace listening to the crackling logs, wondering what Fuego could be up to. You assumed he was probably in his office filling out reports as usual. You wanted nothing more than to see him and your longing for him grew stronger.

You got up and sighed and made your way to your bed thinking of ways to take your mind off of missing him.

After you rid your clothes an idea slipped your mind. You swirled your fingers in your mouth, wetting them and teased your hard nipples. You buried your head into Fuego’s pillow, taking in his spiced scent and rutted yourself into the bed, causing you to whine.

“Mmff—” you groaned as you imagined Fuegoleon’s hands instead of yours touching all over your naked body.

You were a whining mess, lost in the pleasure you were giving yourself. In fact, you were so lost in the moment you didn’t hear faint talking outside your room —or even the bedroom door opening.

“Y/N!” Fuegoleon exclaimed, as he was surprised by the lewdness you were outwardly displaying.

You turned your head quickly but then smirked at your boyfriend, “Fuego, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on m— OH MY GOD!”

Right behind Fuegoleon stood the captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva. Embarrassment was still too far from the word you needed to describe how you felt at that moment. Blush crept up your cheeks and you quickly scrambled to cover yourself.

“I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware you were having a guest over,” your face was burning at this point.

Nozel must’ve heard you moaning and saw you literally grinding yourself into you and Fuego’s shared bed. His face said it all, his eyes were wide, cheeks were flushed and all he could do was stare. On the other hand, your boyfriend squinted his eyes and licked his lips clearly enjoying what he saw. But, this obviously was not the right time for that.

“U-um,” Nozel cleared his throat, ”I could always come back tomorrow when you two aren’t busy.”

“No… stay right there…” Fuego spoke as he walked to you and suddenly tore the covers off of your bare body.

“Wha-! What are you doing?!” you squealed.

Fuegoleon diverted his eyes from yours and pointed, “Nozel, sit down.”

Nozel looked to the door but then quickly did what he was told and sat down in the chair beside the fireplace.

“Tell me... what should I do with Y/N, Nozel?” Fuegoleon spoke never looking away from you.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I should lea—”

“You're trying to make me believe you never once thought impurely of Y/N, especially after seeing what she just did,” Fuego chuckled, “What naughty things have you thought of doing to her, Nozel?”

“Tearing off her clothes and relentlessly pounding into her dripping pussy? Pulling her hair back and making her scream your name? Hm?” Fuego hummed and cocked his eyebrow.

“S-sometimes I stare at her and wonder how she would look underneath her tight clothes…” Nozel spoke low, his gaze burning through you.

“Ah, see it wasn’t that difficult,” Fuego smirked and brushed your hair away from your face.

It was humiliating, not only for your boyfriend to uncover you but also ask his friend vulgar questions about you. You looked away from him, upset that he would do something so inappropriate.

“Do you think about those scenarios often… involving my girlfriend?” Fuego questioned Nozel.

“Yes... quite often,” Nozel responded but fully diverted his attention to you.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll let you have her however you want,” Fuego chuckled, “but first she needs to be punished properly.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Fuegoleon pressed his hand against your mouth. He leaned down and his breath fanned your ear.

“I know you want this, Y/N. I bet your dripping, thinking about me giving permission to Nozel to do whatever he wants with this pretty body of yours. I will let him take you however he wants —I’ll make sure he pulls out of course. Do me a favor and be a good girl for me and things will go smoothly.”

He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh, “sit.”

You sat down feeling the fabric of his pants brush against your tingling pussy and you shivered. He grabbed your hips, rocking you back and forth across his thigh.

“Move. Keep going.”

The friction of Fuego’s pants on your sensitive clit started to make you shudder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to kiss him. He roughly pushed you back down and dragged you against himself at a faster pace.

“You put on a show for everyone but now you want to quit? No, it doesn’t work like that… Let go. On my thigh just like that, keep going.”

“Mmffuckk. P-pleasee,” you cried out.

Fuego made you ride past your limit, basically moving you roughly on his thigh until you saw stars. Your pussy lips were swollen and throbbing from the constant friction and every touch made you moan.

“Did you learn your lesson, Y/N?”

“Yes, Fuegoleon,” you croaked into his chest.

He brushed back the hair that clung to your face and kissed your forehead. Your lust filled eyes found Nozel’s and your heart started pounding in your chest again. Nozel stood from the chair and stopped behind you.

“You taught her well, Fuegoleon. Do you think she can handle me?” Nozel questioned.

“She can handle whatever I make her handle. Though, you sound cocky for someone who hasn’t even touched her yet,” Fuegoleon commented.

Suddenly Nozel grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back enough for him to make eye contact and you whimpered.

“She’s whining already. It doesn’t seem like she can take much but I'm still willing to try,” he looked down at you observing your expression.

Your head was spinning and a part of you was still trying to figure how all of these events occurred in such little time. Not in a million years did you think you would find yourself between your boyfriend and his hot… friend? Rival? At this point it didn’t even matter you were just immensely turned on from the force being used on you.

“I can do whatever I want?” Nozel asked Fuegoleon.

“As long as you don’t hurt her or release in her… do as you please,” Fuego shrugged.

Your boyfriend gave your nipples a couple of playful tugs and lifted you off of his leg. He pulled you into him and kissed up your neck sucking lightly.

“Do what Nozel tells you,” he instructed and pulled away.

You turned to Nozel and he stared at you for a few moments before saying, “Y/N, show me how wet you are.”

You were unsure what he wanted you to do so you rubbed two fingers through your slick folds and showed him your wetness. He grabbed your hand roughly and sucked on your wet digits, licking off every last drop of your arousal.

He snaked his hand around your throat, “You taste wonderful, Y/N. Sit on my face so I can make you come and clean it up with my tongue.”

You looked over at Fuegoleon who stood against the wall and he nodded. Nozel removed his sandals and laid back against the headboard. You hesitantly climbed over him, uncertain about this new experience.

“Whenever I make you feel good, moan for me.”

His tongue circled your clit, sucking and nibbling around the sensitive skin and worked his way to your entrance. He poked his tongue inside you, swirling it around and collecting your arousal.

“Aaah, mmm,” you moaned and pulled on his hair.

You watched as your wetness coated Nozel’s face and you began to slightly bounce on his tongue as he entered your slick walls repeatedly.

“Mmmff… I’m coming!”

He took one last slurp and tapped your leg for you to get up. He pulled his hard member out of his pants and rubbed himself lightly, “lie down.”

You laid on the duvet staring up at Nozel. His face remained stern but his pupils were blown. Only lust filled his eyes.

He pressed at your entrance and you thought he would let you adjust but instead he pounded into you. You moaned incoherently letting out strangled whines and whimpers. Your eyes found Fuego’s and you looked down to find him stroking his cock to the rhythm of your hips bucking. It was all too much. Nozel cursing into your neck and thrusting roughly and Fuego getting off to you getting fucked took you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back as ecstasy crashed into you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth hung open and you couldn't even make a sound from the intense pleasure. You arched your back unable to roll your hips anymore and collapsed onto the bed. In unison you heard Fuegoleon and Nozel groan and you slowly came down from your high.

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A/N: Halfway through writing this I realized that 1. I’m dick deprived 2. This is soo hot and I need these two men to take me... Ahem! I hope you found it as exciting as I did. Remember requests are open!

— bugs

[jishyucks]

Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

i.

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

v.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

-

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

-

Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

Hope you enjoyed it! A like would be appreciated <3

[echobx]

Twin Flame 5 - pervy!bsf!JJ Maybank × pervy!bsf!fem!reader

summary: y/n opens up to possibilities, especially a future with JJ

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, p in v (protected), fluff, aftercare, soft/fluffy pda

author's note: why is there only one IKEA in NC???? and why is it so far away from the OBX????? let's pretend they have one closer to home all right bc IKEA is life

series masterlist ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2 ♡ part 3 ♡ part 4

   JJ didn't know why exactly you were mad at him for it all. He didn't understand why you had left to go inside, and he also didn't know why you had not come out yet when Cleo had. 

   “She good?” he asked her, and Cleo simply nodded. 

   “Needs time to think,” she smiled and sat back down next to Pope, his hand instantly on her waist to pull her closer. JJ couldn't help but look at them, the closeness and adoration so perfectly on display, without shame or guilt in any of it. 

   He wanted to go check on you, make sure you were alright, but he was too scared that something like last time could happen again. Losing you for good was something he knew he wouldn't survive. 

   But when you still hadn't come out after half an hour, he got scared and made his way towards you. 

   Knocking on the door, he gently pushed it open. You were lying on the bed, his shirt made you seem even smaller than you were, the way it engulfed your whole body, including your legs that you had tucked up under it. Your hands were placed over your closed eyes, not moving even an inch as he went to sit down by your side. 

   “I'm broken,” you mumbled, and he stroked over your hair like he'd done a million times before. 

   “You’re not broken, y/n,” he whispered to you, and you moved your hands just enough to glance up at him. 

   “How would you know that?” 

   “I just do,” JJ shrugged. 

   “You can't know that.” 

   “Of course I can. I know lots of shit about you.” 

   “That's not the same,” you shook your head and looked back down, eyes fixed on the hemline of his shorts. 

   “Why do you think you're broken?” JJ kept on caressing your hair, stroking over the back of your head. 

   “Because I don't know what love feels like. Because what Cleo said is normal, that's not special to me. It's never felt any different, not now, not before, not ever. She said it got more, bigger, but mine has always been the same. I have to be broken.” You are steadfast in your assumption. 

   “I don't know either. Sometimes I'm unsure if it's you or the bad food I had a day earlier,” JJ laughs and you snort. 

   “Dumbass.” 

   “We don't have to be sure about it for it to work. I'd rather do this with you forever than risk it with someone who's gonna run away as soon as I pull shit,” he told you, and it made sense to you. “You already are my partner in crime, always were.” 

   “What are we going to do then?” you asked, looking back up into his blue eyes. 

   “We start slow. I'll take you on a date, we see how it goes, and then we go from there.” 

   Three days later, you were to meet JJ at the beach. He had put together a small picnic, and he had waxed your board for you. The surfing part went smooth as ever, you were simply having fun with your best friend. And the date part wasn't too bad either. He had managed to get some actual food, had prepared sandwiches and even bought your favorite double chocolate chip cookies. 

   “So, did you like it?” JJ asked after you were done eating.

   “You are good at this, I have to admit,” you giggled and he blushed a little. 

   “I'll take the compliment.” 

   “But I do not understand why this is a requirement. Why do people do this?” you looked at him, genuine confusion displayed on your face. 

   “I guess they do it to get to know each other better. To have fun and be with another,” he shrugged, and you hummed for a while, unsure what to do next. 

   “You know my ex? He just- I don't know, we simply didn't do this stuff. And I definitely didn't love him. It was more like he wanted it, and I was bored, I guess.” You exhaled a deep breath. Your first and only relationship was just something that had happened to you, not that you had particularly wished it to or enjoyed it overtly. 

   “Are you bored now?” JJ asked in a low voice. 

   “Not really,” you shook your head and smiled. “I don't get bored with you. Never have.” 

   “That's good. I don't get bored with you, either.” 

   You left it at that, a picnic date and a bit of talking just to fall back into similar patterns as before. JJ was still not too fond of having to keep his affection a secret, but once in a while you allowed him to hug you in front of them, or kiss your head. Other than that, you kept to yourself. You enjoyed each other's bodies and only talked about feelings when there was nothing else to talk about, but you could always find something else to talk about. 

   “All right, I can't do it,” JJ exhaled loudly. 

   “What?” you were completely perplexed as he had interrupted your complaining over the latest reality TV show you found interesting. 

   “Either you talk to me about this, us, or you let me fuck your brains out.” He knew you'd go for the second one. He also knew that you really didn't care all that much about the show and were just trying to kill time and avoid the topic at hand. But it didn't bother him too much as long as he found himself balls deep inside your seeping cunt. 

   “Harder, JJ,” you moaned, and he followed at command, pounding into you with more force until you screamed into your pillow. But what happened next was not something he had anticipated. 

   The bed, your perfectly sturdy bed that had survived so many rounds of him destroying your pussy, was giving you its last breath, and with a loud crash the frame broke and you both fell down a bit. 

   “Shit,” JJ laughed, but he continued to fuck you. “You better come now, baby. Give it a last great hurrah.” He rasped into your ear after pulling you up and flush to his chest. 

   “Oh- You broke- Fuck- Broke my bed,” you spat out sporadically. But he didn't answer, he just snaked his hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit in the same rhythm as his dick kissed your g-spot. 

   “Wanna be a good girl and come for me?” he growled before pushing you down, his hand flat on your shoulder blades, pressing you into the sloped mattress and thrusting harsher while his fingers played with your clit. It was overwhelming how much he could do to you with a few words and a handful of mindfully placed strokes of his fingers. You came, crying out his name and falling limp under him, while he groaned and spilled his load into the condom. 

   “Never broken a bed before,” JJ’s laugh rumbled out his throat. He was sweaty and gorgeous, standing next to you because even though you wanted to get up, you really couldn't. 

   “You okay?” he asked, leaning down to brush sweaty strands from your face. 

   And when you didn't reply, he did what he knew to. Carrying you into the bathroom and sitting you down on the toilet while he let the shower heat up. By the time he helped you into the shower, you managed as much as to keep standing, even though that was also difficult. JJ found himself cleaning you up and littering you with kisses and praises until he thought it was sufficient. 

   “You broke my bed,” you laughed while watching JJ take the broken frame apart and place the mattress on the floor. 

   “We’ll just have to buy a better one. More sturdy. A bit bigger too maybe,” he smiled and kissed you. 

   That's how you found yourself hours from home scouring an IKEA for the perfect bed. JJ threw himself into each one they had on display, trying to really figure out how sturdy they were. 

   “This one seems good,” he said while lying there, and you decided to take the place next to him. 

   “It's a nice bed,” you agreed, but when you checked the price, your opinion changed instantly. “Actually, I think it's pretty ugly and all. The one over there is way better,” you lied, pointing at a bed that JJ had already deemed unworthy, yet it was the only one in your price range. 

   “That one is too noisy,” he pointed out while sitting up and pulling you back towards the bed he had practically fallen in love with. “This one is perfect.” 

   “It's over a thousand dollars, J,” you argued, and he cupped your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. 

   “I broke the other one, so I might as well pay half of this one. And as long as we don't break mine it's gonna be okay,” he spoke softly, trying his best to convince you. 

   “It's too expensive, even if we each pay half. That's three months of tips wasted on one half of a bed.” You really liked the bed, the soft green fabric of the headboard and sides, as well as the storage space underneath that would give you some more space to put your pillows. And you liked the idea of having something that wasn't just yours, something that would solidify that JJ wouldn't leave you. 

   “So? I'll just pick up some handy work with the Kooks and flirt my ass off, and we'll get that money back in no time,” he smiled, his hands moving to hold onto your own, and although you still pretended to not be convinced, he knew he had you. 

   “Hmmmm…” you hummed and wiggled in his hold. “Fine,” you smiled, and he pulled you down with him, kissing you all over and making you squirm until an employee walked up and told you both to stop. But you weren't even embarrassed that the people around you saw JJ and you as a couple. You didn't like the attention, but you didn't mind that he went to hold your hand while walking through the rest of the store, collecting candles and a few more colorful covers for your throw pillows. 

   When you got home and put the bed together, you were sure that you would surely feel even more for him soon. You would figure it out, and then you would tell your friends and everything would be like it was in the movies. 

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[echobx]

Timeloop - JJ Maybank × fem!reader

summary: JJ is stuck in a timeloop and has been falling in love with y/n but he doesn't know how to escape the loop

warnings: mention of death, smut, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, handjob, p in v (protected), no happy ending, light angst, JJ PoV

word count: 3.5k

author's note: I've been working on this for a few months bc I couldn't finish it and now I did, but I also don't like it as much as I wish I did. I hope you guys like the idea I had here. it's also not edited or formatted.

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“You love me? Real or not real?” Y/n asks, and I nod, the smile painfully quivering on my lips.

“Real.”

It's been 528 days in this time loop. She has asked me this for the last 145 days. I feel like something is changing, but maybe I've just been here for too long and know it too well. That's probably it. There are no surprises in this. It's become eerily comfortable over time, and I can't even remember why I was so scared at the start.

“And you're stuck?” she furrows her brows and her nose scrunches up a bit. She looks so damn cute like that, when she thinks too hard about something. Her hair is down in perfect beach waves, framing her gorgeous face.

“Yes, I am,” I reply softly. I know not to freak her out by speaking her words out before she can utter them. I had done it a few times before, and it never ended well. She had pushed me away and the ending had come quicker.

“I'm the key?” she questioned.

“Pretty sure yeah. It's the one thing I haven't managed to change yet to try to get out,” I explain as vaguely as I can. Yesterday I had told her, she had run off and tried to prevent it, but inadvertently it just came along faster.

“Is it a you go to bed and wake up the same day kinda thing, or are you ripped out with an event?”

“Event,” I gulp. Images flood my brain. Images of her dead body lying on the street, so many of them.

“How do we prevent this from happening?” y/n asks and rips me out of my mind.

“Haven't figured that out yet,” I shake my head and she nods.

“What does happen?”

“Someone dies.” My eyes are fixed on her, begging to stay. I have to be careful, yesterday can't happen again.

“What if we save the person's life?”

“That's the plan.”

“We just have to figure out who it is,” she mumbles, rummaging through her bag and pulling out a small green notebook. This is my favorite part, getting to see her mind work. How she taps the pen against her full lips and runs her hand through her hair.

She takes a few notes, xes them out again, scribbles something else, muttering inconsistent words to herself before looking up just slightly. She's staring at my hands, specifically the fact that I can't stop fidgeting with my rings while she tries to figure out how to not die on me. I know it's distracting, but I can't help it, I hate it all. The whole game of it.

It's been 528 days. I found her on day 279, saw the car crash into her bicycle. And then I woke up again. I realized I was falling in love with her on day 326.

I wish I knew how to make it go away, if not the time loop. Then the fact that I love her because the pain of knowing and then having to see it again, is overwhelming me from the moment I wake up again.

“JJ?” y/n reaches her hand over the table and holds onto my hand. Her touch is as soft as it had been two weeks ago when she had first done it.

“Hm?” I lift my head to look at her better, but my mind is stuck and projects the image of her split skull onto the reality.

“You can tell me. I know you know,” her soothing voice almost makes me cave.

“If I tell you, you have to promise to not leave.”

“Why?”

“Because you did yesterday,” I whisper, and she nods her head slowly.

“I promise.”

“There will be a car crash,” I start, and her eyes go wide. “And I can't do anything about it. I don't know how to prevent it. I stopped the driver who does it once, and it still happened, was just a different driver then. I tried to sabotage it, but then-” I can't even look at her, I can't continue explaining, but my eyes get stuck on her bicycle that stands just two feet from us leaning against a fence.

“I'm the key…” she stammered, her eyes racing over the page she had scribbled on, her hand squeezing mine.

“I'm sorry,” I whispered, feeling a single tear run down my cheek.

“How- I mean, how did you find out? We don't even know each other.” I can see her mind going 60 mph with thoughts too big to be spelled out to me.

“The first day I didn't notice I was stuck until people kept saying the same shit to me as the day before, then it kept happening. I showed up to work thinking it was Friday, but it was still Wednesday, and they told me to go home. I spent most of my days surfing and shit, then doing some more illegal things. I can't die here either, tried that one already.”

She looks at me in complete shock, and I decide that I'm not gonna mention it next time.

“Wasn't on my account, I just did something stupid and was taken out by some guy. Then I started wandering around, and I saw it happen, and then I woke up again. Back in my own bed.”

“Okay, that's- okay,” y/n nods and shakes her head at the same time. “The closest time you come to it, to fixing it?”

“Ran us both over, hurts like hell,” I say, but I shake my head to try to remove the memory from my inner eye.

“What if we just never go to where it happens? What if we wait until the next morning and the clocks have changed and no one is dead?” she sounds hopeful, I don't want to tell her that it doesn't work. We had tried it a month ago, but she hadn't even known about it.

“We can try,” I smile. Even if I have to do it all again tomorrow, I'll still take every single moment she gives me.

“Have you ever tried to find out what could've happened to make this happen?”

“I don't know.”

“I mean, what happened yesterday? My yesterday, not yours,” she giggles, and I feel the butterflies in my stomach.

“It was a normal day. Work and going home to smoke, that's all,” I shrug, there was really nothing out of the ordinary with how that day had gone by.

“What about the first time you experienced today?”

“I slept in, went to get some food, went surfing, smoked and fell asleep.”

“You smoke a lot,” she nods repeatedly while my thumb draws gentle circles on the back of her hand.

“Normal amount,” I smile and she laughs.

“My normal amount is zero.”

“I know, princess.” She blushes at the nickname, she does so every time, and it completely enamors me every time I see it.

“Show me where you live, maybe there's a clue there,” she lets go of my hand and jumps up. “What?”

“You've just never done that before, is all,” I admit, and she smiles wider.

“I'm learning,” she jokes and takes my hand back in hers as soon as I get up.

“I've lived my whole life on this island, how come I've never seen you before?” I ask what I had been wondering for months, but had never gotten around to asking.

“Just moved here. My mom's from here, my dad's from Cleveland, that's where I grew up,” she explains quickly.

“When did you move?”

“Two days ago.”

“Fuck,” I sigh and she nods.

“Yeah, probably.”

We let the silence settle as I walk her towards the Cut. My heart is racing because I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know if she's gonna run, and I'll lose her again, or worse if she stays and- I don't know what I should want to happen.

“Do you think the other people's lives just keep on going while you're stuck? Like, is there a version of you out there that got out and is living his best life?” y/n rips me out of my head and I for once don't know how to answer.

“I don't know, I never thought of it.”

“You should think about it. And if it doesn't work out today, you can just tell me tomorrow,” she smiles up at me, so pretty and innocent and not broken, yet.

“You don't think it's weird that some random guy just came up to you and told you he loved you and all of that bullshit?” I ask.

“It's weird, yes, but I think I wouldn't do it differently if roles were reversed. I mean, you've known me for way longer than I have, and you're not as bad as you might think,” she nudges my side and chuckles.

“If I get out, you won't know if I was telling the truth or not,” I reply, and she shrugs.

“When you get out, I'm gonna have to expect an actual date, though,” she flashes her eyebrows at me and I laugh.

“Deal.”

She's walking around the house and yard, inspecting it carefully. I don't know what she is trying to find, so I just stand there watching her in silence.

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” she mumbles and moves on, down the hallway and towards my old bedroom.

“It's not very clean, you don't wanna go in there,” I note, but she just looks at me with a cocked eyebrow and opens the door anyway.

“Dusty,” she waves her hand in front of her face and moves on. “Typical teenage boy room.”

“Is that something bad?” I ask and instead guide her to my new bedroom, technically my dad's, but he left.

“Not at all. Just expected it in a way,” she grins.

“This is my actual bedroom,” I say as I open the door to reveal the somewhat clean room with the king-sized bed in it.

“What happened to your parents?”

“My mom left when I was a kid, and my dad about a year ago in your time,” I sigh and watch her sit down on my bed.

“Cozy,” y/n smiles.

“I wouldn't call it-” I stop my rambles when I see the look she's giving me, she's nervous and it's making my heart race. “Maybe it's a little cozy.”

“JJ, be honest with me, have we ever, you know?” she gestures with her hands and I walk over and sit down by her side.

“No.”

“Okay,” she nods, and I place my hand on top of hers that is resting on her thigh. Her breathing is going heavier and her eyes are closed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“Why'd you ask?” I rasp, brushing a few hairs behind her ear to expose her delicate neck.

“I don't know,” she hushes, and I let my fingertips trail down her spine. “Just curious.”

“Haven't even gotten to kiss you yet, princess,” I whisper in her ear, and she lets out a choked gasp.

“If you haven't tried that before, how do you know it's not the solution?” Y/n slowly turns her head to look at me. Her eyes are nearly black, and her lips look softer than anything I've ever seen.

“It's your life,” I whisper, and she nods.

“If I die, we can try again tomorrow.”

She tastes like lemons and honey, and it fills me up. There's nothing else I wanna taste until I die, nothing more I wish to hear but her soft moans when she kisses me back. There's an urgency in the way she clasps my shirt, pulling and pushing at the same time. My fingers are entangled in her hair, softly pulling, and she lets me in; lets me devour her in the same way I had dreamed of, for months.

I move back on the bed, pulling her on top of me, not breaking the kiss because I'm too scared she'll vanish if I do. It feels surreal, and I'm sure she's just as nervous as me.

She pulls away, but I keep chasing her lips with small kisses until she turns her head and my mouth finds her neck. She smells even better there, like lime and ginger, and I'm so focused on how much I love her that I don't hear her words the first time she calls out to me.

“JJ, can you please,” she asks again, and I look up at her. Y/n is like an angel, glowing and radiant and the prettiest girl I had ever gotten to lay my eyes on.

“Yes?”

“Can we take this off?” She pulls on my shirt, and I don't take another second before pulling it over my head. Her eyes go wide, and she starts running her soft hands all over my chest. “Not bad.”

“I can take my pants off too,” I suggest with a smirk, and she blushes but nods. She's still in her dress, and I don't want to pressure her. It's a beautiful white summer dress, not too short but not too long either. It's perfect and she looks ethereal in it.

But the way she looks up at me as I stand in front of her with nothing but my boxer briefs on- No one has ever looked at me like she does, and I wish this to be the end of it, no more loop, no more pain. Just me and her forever. And if I had the choice between her death and making her be stuck in the loop with me, I know what I'd go for.

“You can still say no,” I remind her, but she shakes her head rapidly, pulling me back onto the bed.

“Sit, please,” she smiles shyly and gets up instead, placing herself between my legs and my hands automatically finding their way to her thighs. Soft and squishy and to die in between. Hesitantly she pushes one of the straps down, freeing her arm, then the other. The dress slips down to her hips, revealing the rose colored lace bra. My eyes jump from her tits back up to her face, she's gnawing at her lip but nods.

Her body is like a holy grail that I get to besmudge. Kissing and sucking on her tits while her moans send jolts to my dick. It's so much, but it's not enough, and the more I kiss and lick, the more I need her to be fully mine.

She lets out a gasp when I pull the dress down and kiss her stomach and farther down, letting my lips hover over her wet slip.

“Are you sure?” I ask, looking up at her, and she nods, pushing me to lie down and a moment later she's on top of me. Rolling her wet cunt over my dick and I nearly lose myself already.

“You're incredibly pretty, you know that?” she smirks and boops my nose while my hands are rubbing over her ass.

“You wanna sit on it?”

“Just might,” y/n smiles while sitting up and lets me pull her closer.

I don't care that she hovers, not yet. Not as long as I can kiss her through her slip, getting a faint taste of her until she begs me for more.

The flimsy material is pushed to the side as I plant the first kiss on her pussy. And she tastes like heaven, making me moan into her before I pull her down.

My eyes are fixed on her face, beautifully contorted with pleasure when my lips close around her clit, sucking harshly, even worse so when I plunge my tongue into her. She starts rolling her hips, pressing my nose against her clit with every stride she takes. My hands grope at her thighs, and I feel like life suddenly has a meaning again. Her eyes lock with mine and I moan into her.

“Gonna cum, JJ,” she screams, and I keep going, slurping every little bit of her cum out of her pussy before I let go of her, and she falls down by my side.

“Never had someone offer that,” she's panting, and I can only grin.

“They were all pretty fuckin’ stupid then.” I turn and start kissing her neck, leaving a mark won't matter either way.

“J, please,” she begs, and I can feel the tiny butterflies in my stomach flutter.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” I whisper, or nearly growl into her ear, and she mewls.

“Fuck me, JJ, please,” she says and pulls me into a kiss, her hand reaching for my dick and stroking it through the confinement of my boxers. It's a guttural groan I emit from my throat.

“If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum,” I warn her, but she just smirks and slips her hand up just enough to pull at the waistband of my underwear.

“You love me?” she asks and grabs hold of my cock, lightly squeezing as she pumps it and my head falls to her shoulder.

“Fuck, yes, I do. Love you so much, princess. Don't stop.” The words spill out of me, and she laughs softly until my lips find the sweet spot on her neck again, sucking harshly while her hand brings me closer to my release.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, don't you, pretty boy,” she whispers in my ear and I sigh, my teeth grazing over her soft skin.

“Need you, my love. Need you so fucking much,” I moan, and she quickens her movements, jerking me off harsher, and I can't do anything but mutter some curses until I feel my balls go tense, and I cum all over her stomach.

Panting, I lie by her side and watch her clean herself off with my shirt. The proud smile on her lips is simply gorgeous, and it makes me forget all about the predicament we find ourselves in.

“You're so beautiful,” I breathe, and her cheeks turn a dark pink before she bets her lashes at me.

“Thank you. You wanna fuck me now?”

“You're so direct,” I laugh lightly, and she shrugs, watches me get up and pick a condom from the drawer in the nightstand.

“I don't have much time to not be, do I?” y/n says, and I can't argue.

Her kisses are needy, and her hands claw at my back as I fuck her slow and deliciously. I feel like I might be in heaven from the way her soft, warm walls are hugging me tightly, and from the way her lips stay parted in between kisses to let out a plethora of noises, just for me.

It's more intimate than any sex I ever had, but it's good like that. Our fingers intertwined as I press her into the mattress; her legs hooked around my waist, not letting me go; how deeply she's letting me fuck her, nearly rearranging her guts in the process.

“Faster, JJ,” she whimpers and I comply. Pacing myself while giving her what she needs. I could've cum the moment I had entered her, but I don't want this to end. I don't want to leave her ever again now that I know what she feels like, what she sounds like, what she tastes like.

“Being so good to me, princess,” I praised her, attaching my lips to her neck and sucking hickeys into her skin.

“Make me cum,” she mewled, and I pulled a hand down to her clit. Drawing harsh circles while the palm of my hand pushes into her stomach, making me feel how deep I'm fucking her.

“Be my good girl and cum for me,” I rasp in her ear before biting down on her earlobe. That's all it takes to tip her over the edge.

She squeezes me so hard I have issues fucking her through it, but she knows and whispers in my ear, “let go for me.”

It's an easy fix, to get hard and cum, but to lose yourself in someone else, is something entirely different from that. It's thrilling and addictive.

So, when I have to pull out, I can't stop thinking about just doing it all again. Fucking her senseless until we both forgot about reality.

But y/n is quicker than I. She's up and starts to put her clothes back on.

“What are you doing?” I ask quietly, and she runs a hand through her messy hair.

“Getting ready to go home,” she smiles.

“I thought we could do something else later. Hang out or something,” I mumble, and she sighs while putting her shoes back on.

I can only pull up my boxers and follow her as she makes her way outside.

“This was good and all, but I can't stay. My mom is waiting for me at home, I really can't stay. I want to, but I can't. Besides, if you weren't so good in bed, I might be mad at how stupidly good that tactic was,” she laughs and takes another step towards the street.

“It's not a tactic, y/n. Don't go, please,” I beg, but she's taking another step, and another.

“I guess we'll never know,” she shrugs and turns around, walking away from me for good. And when I close my eyes I hear the screeching tires and the thud and a moment later I'm back in bed.

Wednesday, 09:43am.

And it all starts anew.

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