#what i am NOT looking forward to is the amount reaching on here that will be done to make this seems somehow good for buddie lmao
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KadĆ [l.sm] 1/2
â”Title: KadĆ â”Pairings: Demeter! Dokyeom x Florist! Reader â”Greek God: Demeter â”Genre: Fluff, very light angst â”Rating/Warnings: T for Teen, No Warnings â”Word Count: 1333 â”Summary: When the most notorious divorce lawyer in the city becomes a regular at your little flower shop, you're pretty sure it's a bad omen, for both your love life and your store. But with each passing moment, it looks like your flowers are doing better than everâŠand perhaps your heart beats just a bit faster seeing Lee Seokmin.
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This was a collab [The 13 Gods of Olympus] hosted by @beomcoups and @wooahaeproductions <3 it may or may not have been a little close to cutting it at the deadline but I digress KJGSHDKJGHKJG
this is my first true svt piece and I'm honestly kinda proud although I wasn't able to put everything I wanted into it ^^ I hope u all enjoy anyway!
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Itâs the third time he has shown up in your flower shop. Lee Seokmin, the divorce lawyer in town. Heâs never lost a custody case, or whatever it is he does. Heâs both hated, and loved, by the population.
And he wonât stop coming into your flower shop.
At first, you paid it no mind. Perhaps it was his motherâs birthday. Maybe for a client going through a particularly tough battle. But he never bought anything. Just browsed quietly.
You wouldnât say you were particularly superstitious, but that has to be bad luck, right? You check your watch. Five minutes before closing. Heâs never come in this late beforeâŠand this means you have to politely tell him to get out.
âAh, excuse me?â you call out, voice timid. Silence. He didnât hear you. âMr Lee?â
 Okay, now you canât tell if heâs just ignoring you. You walk up next to him, hands hovering in the air awkwardly as you decide whether to tap his shoulder or not. âExcuse me?â you try again, and he finally snaps his attention to you, a bright smile on his face. He doesnât look quite as cold as he does in all the news articles.
âOh, apologies. I didnât quite hear you. You must be the owner of this store.â He nods his head in acknowledgement.
You offer a small smile, lowering your hands. âI am. I just wanted to let you know that weâre closing in five minutes soâŠâ you trail off, trying not to be rude. âIâm not trying to kick you out! Just wanted to let you know,â you repeat.
Mr Lee smiles even wider, reaching out to offer his hand. âOf course, I understand. Iâll be coming around more often, so I should introduce myself though. Iâm Lee Seokmin, and you?â
Reaching out to shake his hand, you canât help but take note of how warm it is. âLN YN. Nice to meet you properly, Mr Lee.â He shakes his head, eyes crinkling. âNone of that. You can call me Seokmin. Itâs nice to not be called so formally out of the courtâŠI work in law.â
âI know,â you respond automatically before realising how that sounds. âAh! Not that I stalk you or anything. I justâŠpay attention to the news and you tend to make headlines.â
Seokmin chuckles. âI understand. Itâs hard to not know everyone in a smaller town, even if you never actually meet them. But thereâs something about your flower shopâŠ.itâs very comforting. I like coming here after work, so I think youâll probably be seeing more of me.â
I smile shyly. âIâll have to look forward to that, MrâŠSeokmin.â
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Seokmin doesnât know whatâs gotten into him. He canât stop going to that little flower shop on the corner, loving how the ownerâs eyes brighten as she sees him. He hasnât taken notice of a human in centuriesâŠno, millennia.
Heâs kept his focus on his human career, wading through papers upon papers of messy moral relationships that remind him a little too much of Persephone. But you're like a breath of fresh air.
As time went on, mortals changed. The amount of flora and fauna decreased, but your shop felt like the Gaia he remembers.
He finds himself in there more and more these days. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees you humming to yourself as you arrange bouquets, and itâs on the days when youâre preparing wedding flowers and humming love songs that he lets his power leak out from the tips of his fingers and toes, and the flowers bloom just a bit brighter, for just a little longer.
Itâs hard to keep his feelings subtle, not when you look at him with such gentleness in your eyes and always give him a flower before he leaves. He keeps them all in an unending state of bloom in his bathroom, and Persephone always teases him when she sees them. But he canât keep himself away, allowing himself one other pleasure in his dreadfully boring life.
All he does is deal with case after case of depressing marriages, his heart breaking every moment he stays in the court. But your shop has given him a breath of fresh air, and he can feel life return to him when he sees your bright aura. His kin cannot fault him for that, and if they try, then heâll just have to strip humans of their springs and summers again.
â
Glancing at the clock perched on your desk makes your heart race a little faster. You look forward to every visit Seokmin pays you, every shift feeling like a countdown. Right on cue, the bell rings and Seokmin walks into the store, breathing deeply as he takes in the flora. âHello, YN,â he greets you warmly, voice softer than usual. âHow was your day?â
Your eyes crinkle as you smile back, offering him a small nod. âSame as always. Not very busy today, which was nice for me to sit back and relax. How was the office?â
Seokmin shrugs, his eyes unfocusing as he remembers his long day. âIt wasâŠeventful. I had a case today and it didnât go well. I canât really go into detail.â He sighs through his nose, loosening his tie. Your eyes follow the movement as a pout pulls at your lips.
âWell, thatâs not good,â I hum, cocking my head slightly. âWould you like a cup of tea?â
Itâs not usually how his visits go, and youâre surprised at yourself for going off-script, but the stress in his eyes makes you want to help. And tea is the only way you can think of.
His gaze softens as he looks at you, some of the tension in his eyes melting away. âIâd love that, YN. Thank you.â
To hide your warm cheeks, you turn around quickly to head into your breakroom. âI hope you like chamomile, Seokmin. Itâs the only kind I have left.â Seokmin nods happily, and you turn to raise an eyebrow. âWell, arenât you coming?â
It takes him a moment, but as soon as it clicks, Seokmin scrambles after you, a wide smile on his face. The break room is small, but cozy, with plants lining the shelves and homemade mugs sitting in a line on the counter. You quickly put some water in the kettle, letting it do its work as you offer Seokmin a seat. âSorry itâs not much,â you sigh, looking around. âI havenât cleaned back here i a bit since itâs usually only me.â
Seokmin shakes his head, sitting on the stool offered to him with a quick flick of his coat. âNo worries at all, YN. Itâs very lovely here, very relaxing.â His stiff stance betrays him, and you canât help but chuckle.
âI can see that, with your ramrod-straight back,â you tease, and Seokmin quickly adjusts his posture. âDonât worry, I wonât bite, and the plants donât either.â
At your little joke, Seokmin finally lets his body ease as he lets out a loud laugh. âThatâs good. Iâm not sure what Iâll do if it turns out your plants are maneaters.â He leans forward on the table. âNow, as youâre treating me to a nice cup of tea, I must askâŠhow would you like to grab dessert with me sometime?â His voice grows soft towards the end. He canât remember the last time he was this nervous, not even when his daughter leaves for six months and the world turns cold and grey.
You stop your steps midway to the kettle, looking back at him with wide eyes. You donât want to read too much into it, but the softness in Seokminâs eyes tells you your hopes arenât unfounded. âIâŠI think Iâd like that, Seokmin.â
At your words, Seokmin canât help the bright smile from growing on his face, and the plants in the other room bloom so bright as a warmth fills his heart. Perhaps there is some good with the mortals after all.
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desperate people find faith
summary: your first mission ends with you in Jean's lab and a very worried Logan who's had trouble leaving your side wc: 2.0k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your very positive feedback on the previous fics with these two!!! I am really looking forward to writing more for them, so please feel free to send any requests for them my way, or Logan requests in general! And yes, the title is from a Taylor Swift song again. Lots of hurt/comfort in this one, talks of mushy gushy feelings, very worried Logan find the previous part here! all empath!reader fics here!
You took the cold table underneath you as a sign that something had gone wrong. You peaked one eye open before quickly squeezing it closed, the bright florescent lights too much to handle. You took a beat, trying to make sense of your surroundings.Â
You remembered the jet landing in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, you and Jean searching an abandoned building looking for the young mutant that Charles had promised would be there and coming up empty. The two of you had made your way back to the jet and.. shit. The kid had freaked, and you distinctly remember taking enough damage to warrant a swift retreat back to the school. You must be downstairs, in Jeanâs lab. Itâs probably a bad sign that the first thing you worry about how much shit Logan is going to give you for this.Â
You reached out with your power, too cautious of the lights (and the judgment of the rest of the team) to look with your eyes. A few people were mildly worried just across the room, but it was hard not to be distracted by the huge amounts of anger and exhaustion on your left. You debated facing him head on, being a grown up about it and fessing up to the fact that you were wrong. Thankfully, you could be immature when the situation called for it. You attempted to even out your breathing and smooth out the crease between your eyebrows, anything that could give you away.Â
âSweetheart?â Loganâs voice is so much softer than you were expecting, based on the waves of pure fury currently radiating off of him.Â
You shush him, blinking one eye open. âIâm sleeping.â You whisper, letting your eye fall shut again.Â
You felt his hand gently brush over the top of your head. His voice is closer, air tickling your ear as he leans down beside you. âBeen sleeping for three days, bub. Need you to wake up now.âÂ
You turn your head to the side and are treated to Logan dropping a small kiss on your forehead. You canât help but smile at the affection, eyes half open against the bright lights. After a few moments, they dim. Jean takes her place on the other side of the table, lab coat on and stethoscope in hand. You expected her to shoo Logan away in the name of a more thorough analysis but she doesnât even attempt it.Â
Loganâs hand finds your own, gripping tight enough to be just short of uncomfortable. Jean makes quick work of taking your diagnostics, and gently informs you that besides feeling fatigued, you are just fine.Â
That canât be right.Â
You know that you caught the brunt of the impact, it was beginning to come back to you. The young mutant had lashed out, and before youâd had the chance to get close, heâd sent a car flying towards you and Jean. Sheâd managed to counteract it with her own mutation, firmly shoving you out of the way. But she hadnât been fast enough to catch the small metal spikes heâd also thrown. There was no way you should be âjust fineâ by now.Â
Either Jean was in your head or the confusion was showing clearly on your face. She gave you a tight smile, eyes darting between you and the door. She took a few steps back, clearly intent of making her exit. âJean, wait, thereâs no way-â
She gave you her please stop talking smile. âI think itâs best if this comes from him,â she nodded at Logan, placing her stethoscope and clipboard on the side table. âIâll be back in a bit to do one final check before we clear you.â She gives you another smile that didnât meet her eyes, and then she was gone.Â
You began to sit up slowly, still in shock that there was little to no pain, only stiffness from being immobile for too long. âWhat is she talking about?â Logan huffed, supporting you with a hand on your back. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
One hand made long, slow strokes up and down your spine, while the other had not loosened itâs grip on your own since youâd woken up. His eyebrows were scrunched together, the tell tale sign of his thinking face. You tried your best not to rush him, but everything about the situation was so confusing and your mind was racing. You were far too healed, and he was being far too calm for the anger that was rolling off go him, still.Â
âDidnât expect me to just sit around when you came back one foot in the grave, did ya?âÂ
âIâm sorry if me coming back banged up gave you extra work, I just donât understand why youâre so upset with me.âÂ
His eyes went wide, the hand on your back stilling. âIâm not mad at you, sweetheart.â The tremble in his voice almost had you convinced.Â
âDonât lie to me about it,â you help up your hand, still firmly entwined with his. âI can tell.âÂ
âIâm notmad at you, bub.â He brought the back of your hand to his lips, peppering it with kisses. âIâm mad at the little fuck who did this to you, Iâm mad that they let this happen, and Iâm furious with myself that I wasnât there.âÂ
âHeâs just a kid, Logan.âÂ
His shoulders shook with silent laughter, a stark white dancing at the edge of his emotions now. Shock. âYou almost died, and your first instinct is to defend the little asshole responsible.âÂ
You leaned forward, bumping your shoulder against his chest in warning. âI feel fine.â He nodded, taking a deep breath in through his nose while his hand not currently locked with yours resumed itâs path up and down your back. You let it go on for a few moments, appreciating the silence and the grounding effect of his touch. âDo you⊠wanna fill me in on why exactly that is?âÂ
He sucked in a breath, shoulders visibly tense. âWe were lucky that Hank was stopping by for a visit.â He played with your fingers, distracting himself. You tilted your head to the side, wondering why that information was important at a time like this. âWhen they brought you in, god there was so much blood. Jean managed to take care of a lot of it, but she didnât know when, or uh, if you were going to wake up.â He blew out a breath, steadying himself. âYou know that Hank has been asking for a long time-â
Both of your hands gripped his tightly. âTell me you didnât.âÂ
Hank had been asking for ages to use some of Loganâs blood to synthesize a more advanced healing serum for the X-Men. It was rare they came back with more than bumps and bruises, but he was a worrier and felt that Logan was the key to making something truly effective. The only problem? Logan hated needles. Youâd only gotten bits and pieces from him about why, but you had a hunch that when you were alive for as long as he had been, people were willing to poke and prod for some answers. Heâd never admit it, but you had felt how terrified he was the last time heâd been down hard after a mission, and Jean had tried to give him an IV of fluids to speed up the regeneration. It hadnât ended well, to say the least.Â
âI shouldâve done it sooner. Seeing you like this, knowing I could have done something about it.â He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.Â
Cautiously, you fit yourself against him, arms tight around his neck and your chest flush with his own. You half expected him to reprimand you, to remind you that you should be careful, not to move too much. Instead, he held you tightly, the side of his face pressed against the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a good long while, reveling in the comfort of the other.Â
âI know you think that you only did it because,â you paused, steeling yourself. âBecause it was me.â You can feel him trying to pull away, but you mold yourself to him even more tightly, knowing that if he really wanted to he could break away from you like it was nothing. âYouâre wrong. You would have done this for anyone.âÂ
âExcept for-â
âEven for Scott.â You were quick to cut him off, unwilling to hear him being so harsh on himself.
You pulled back, just enough so that you were able to meet his eyes. You needed him to know that you are being earnest. âYou are a good man, Logan. And before you even try to deny it or say Iâm lying I know you can hear my heart beat. And I know you can tell when people are lying. And besides, Iâve never ever lied to you, have I?â He shakes his head slowly, one tear falling, and a few more after that. You reached up, brushing them away. He grabbed your hand, gently placing a kiss on your wrist, and then your palm.Â
âYâscared me, sweetheart.â He murmured, voice muffled by your palm still against his lips. âDonât ever do that again.âÂ
You slide your hand to cup the side of his face, prompting him to meet your gaze. âYou know I canât guarantee that.â His eyes closed for a moment, and you knew he was doing his best not to shout. âI will always be careful, but I canât stay back and leave the work to everyone else. If I can help, Iâm gonna help.âÂ
His eyes narrowed, the tiniest hint of a smirk playing at his lips. âFine. But weâre getting you trained up and you arenât going out there without me again for a good long while.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, the both of you well aware there was no ill will behind it. âIf you insist.âÂ
âI absolutely do.â He pulled you back into his chest, keeping you there until Jean peaked her head in through the door.Â
âIf you two are done being mushy, there are a few people who have been dying to see you.âÂ
Ororo rushed into the room, playfully shoving Logan away to scoop you into her arms. She gently checked you over, ignoring the fact that youâd already had several medical professionals on the case. Scott clasped you on the shoulder, reassuring you that for a first mission, this was a success. You laughed before shooting Logan a look that begged him to let it pass. He huffed, but nodded all the same.Â
âShocked we didn't have to keep him from trying to tear the kid apart, but he refused to leave the lab.â Scott nodded his head at Logan, who was continuing to shuffle closer to the table where you sat.Â
Well, you would be dutifully ignoring the latter half of Scott's quip, instead choosing to focus on the young mutant. âYou mean he's?âÂ
Scott smiled, nodding. âHeâs settling in upstairs.âÂ
You grinned, glad to know that it hadnât all been for nothing. You fixed your gaze on Logan, narrowing your eyes at him. âDonât even think about failing him out of history as some kind of weird revenge, Iâll know and I will find a way to get back at you for it.âÂ
Your friends laughed around you, let you know that Charles has ordered in your favorite take out for dinner and started to filter out of the room. Eventually, you and Logan are left alone again, sitting side by side on the metal table.Â
âYou still owe me an important conversation, ya know.â You bump your shoulder against his. You stay there, pressed against his side with your head leaning on his shoulders. His hand rests on your shoulder, holding you close.Â
âMaybe wait until you arenât in a hospital gown, sweetheart.â You rolled your eyes, clearly aware that he was deflecting, but still content to take in his warmth and quiet support. You were safe, and you were home. Not just at school, but with him.
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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a prompt where the reader is out at night with the LIs, wearing a pretty outfit, a man just approaches her and rudely asks âhow much for a bj?â How would they react/protect her from such a creep?
(Sorry, for my English, I hope it made sense hahađ€đŒ)
Very Minor N/SFW Warning!! This one really made me laugh because this has happened to me before, and the situation mostly pans out with my own partner having to yank me away to avoid having to post bail on me later in the evening. Remember to leash your dogs kids! Thank you for the request!! <3
LaDS men when you get catcalled/propositioned on the street
Xavier -
He's apologizing profusely to you because the ensuing bloodspray from how hard he punched the guy in the nose got on your dress and he genuinely feels awful about it.
There is not much to it, besides he acted embarrassingly quickly, to the point you wonder to yourself if he's just been silently waiting for this moment to come.
He's used to going out with you for drinks or evening dates- it's one of the more common ways for the two of you to hang out aside from spending the evening in one of your apartments with the other. Juggling work and clocking out with social activities would also mean walking late at night, to go to a movie or even on a snack run.
So needless to say, he has in fact, been mentally preparing himself for something like this to happen.
He can't help it.
He doesn't ever want to see you disrespected- he doesn't care the context. Work, family, friends-
And now, what, a stranger asking you for sexual favors?
You wait calmly with him while he speaks to the officers about what happened, trying to contain your giggles at how sheepishly he looks at the ground, his face still painted with the most adorable anger.
Zayne -
Quickly, he's pushed you behind himself and holding eye contact with the guy. It doesn't matter if he's drunk, or perfectly sober, Zayne won't excuse someone saying such a ridiculous thing to you.
He has his usual air of politeness and manners, but the bite in his voice is more than apparent, even to someone who doesn't know him. Dressed as nicely as he is with the air he carries around him, it's a weird experience for those who don't know how protective Zayne can get.
He will tell the man to give you an apology and back off, or there will be consequences.
You know what those consequences are, and despite feeling smug about how protective Zayne is, you're trying to grab his arm and stop him, to no avail.
If the creep tries to reach for you, Zayne will back up into you to force you back gently, and the man will quickly realize that he can't reach forward anymore-
Even as Zayne walks away with you, the ice is still creeping up the man's body. Slow enough, but still moving.
Hopefully an OTTO calls for help in time. Hypothermia at night would suck.
Rafayel -
He's immediately between you and the guy, hand long since dropped your own as he crosses his arms and stares the guy down.
If you hadn't known him so long, you would expect him to fire off a tirade of insults and comments at the guy- but you know Rafayel. You know him well.
He tells the guy to back off, in the most simple of terms as he glare is enough to set the man alight- and Rafayel's evol does just that when the guy doesn't seem to back down- lighting up the shoulders of his clothing and causing him to flay around screaming, as Rafayel pulls you to keep walking.
The amount of tasteful compliments on your attire rise, and you know he's doing it to keep you from internalizing the earlier interaction and stop dressing how you want.
He doesn't need some random freak to keep you from expressing yourself how you want to. Of course, he'll always find you attractive, and the little outfit you're wearing is doing numbers to him, but that's not his focus here at all.
He wants you to feel comfortable, confident-
And he'll do everything in his power to make sure you always do.
Sylus -
I am not entirely sure the man who's asking you has finished his sentence before he's slammed once against a nearby building and then released.
Sylus makes no motion to indicate that it was his doing, continuing to walk along with you to wherever the two of you had been going in the first place-
But you knew.
You had seen his stupid red mist envelope him.
For a second, you'd been scared that he was going to kill the guy- and while you knew someone who was comfortable saying such a thing to someone needed to be put in their place, 'murder' was not at all the same as 'putting someone in their place'.
No, he was just slightly- sort of- broken.
Just a bit.
Sylus won't react much, he may give a passing comment about the man, but otherwise, he's back to complimenting you or conversing with you about whatever subject you two had been discussing prior to the creep showing up.
"Sorry, sweetie. I know you don't like bugs. I tried to handle it as... efficiently, as possible."
#love and deepspace#.writey#lads#lds#x reader#sylus x reader#rafayel x reader#zayne x reader#xavier x reader
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I absolutely love your stories theyâre so amazing! Can I please request the task force and pranking them by telling them a guy did your Brazilian wax
Thank you! I can't take all the credit. I might be the writer, but the Imagines Series couldn't be what it is without all the amazing ideas people have submitted. I'm honestly blown away by the amount of creativity and ideas sent my way. My inbox is full of wonderful requests, and while it's going to take me a bit to get to them all, I'm eager to complete them!
The amount of prank requests I've been getting has been so fun. Not just this one, but telling mom to shut up, and the premium air prank, etc. All of these make me giggle and have been a blast to work on. Thank you so much for sending this in!
Presented in four double drabbles.
For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE
Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, established relationship, pranks, non-descriptive nudity
Word Count: 800
ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist
John Price
John briefly licks the pad of his thumb before counting out the appropriate amount of pound notes.
âThis enough?â he asks, presenting it to you.
Itâs more than enough. âPlenty. Thank you, John.â
He leans forward a bit, and you eagerly greet him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Drawing back, you give him your best smile. But beneath the grin is a trick.
You want to mess with him a bit.
âI have a new waxer,â you shrug, adding the cash to your wallet. âCheryl put in her notice.â
Cheryl did not put in her notice. That woman probably wonât retire until she dies.
John inclines his head, already turning away. âThatâs too bad. You liked her.â
âYeah,â you sigh, grabbing your purse. âTheyâve put me with someone new. A Mark? Mike? NoâMarcus? I think.â
John freezes. He slowly turns back, cheeks bright red. âWhat?â
âIt starts with an âmâ,â you muse.
âYour new waxer is a man?â
âYes,â you shrug. âAnd?â Johnâs face resembles a beet. âEverything good?â
âWhere does Cherly work now?â
âJohnââ
He grabs his phone from his pocket and starts tapping away at it. "I want to know if she accepts walk-ins."
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle's hand slowly runs over your newly waxed skin. "Look at you. So soft and smooth." His touch makes you shiver.
"You paid for it," you murmur.
"I did," smiles Kyle, head dipping.
His tongue makes contact, and you release a moan. Itâs slightly distracting, but not enough to detract from you poking at him.
âHad a new waxer,â you sigh as Kyle goes in for another taste.
âDid you?â he asks absently, more interested in your new smoothness.
âA man, actually. Undergoing training. There were two of them in the room.â
Kyle's head snaps up. "What?"
"Why'd you stop?" you whimper.
"There were two men that waxed you?"
âNo, Kyle. Just one.â
A series of emotions pass over Kyle's face. His mouth opens. Closes. And then his hand forms a fist, fingers flexing and relaxing as he mulls over something.
"Everything okay?" you ask, suddenly worried.
âCanât be that hard.â Kyle pushes away from the couch and reaches for his phone. âOr expensive.â
âWhat canât? Kyle. What are you talking about?â
You lean forward and see him adding a waxing kit to his online shopping cart.
âNo,â you say firmly. âYouâre not putting hot wax anywhere near my vagina.â
John "Soap" MacTavish
"Oh, what's this?"
Johnny's hands are on your thighs and then beneath your skirt in a moment.
"Johnny!"
"Is this for me? You don't have to. You know I like a good adventure through the woods."
"Johnny!" you say again, slapping his arm playfully as his fingers lightly squeeze, making your squirm in his grasp.
"Was this on my dime?" he asks.
"Maybe."
"Oh, aye. Am I gonna find an unknown charge?"
"With a tip. A large tip. My waxer deserved it. He did a good job."
"Oh, theyâhe?"
"Yes. That a problem?"
Johnny's hands don't retreat but he's staring at youâhard. You arch an eyebrow and he finally speaks. "Your waxer is a man?"
No.
"Yes."
Johnny nods and then he leans in, lowering his voice. âYouâre taking the piss.â
âIâmââ
âI saw your location. I checked it out. They donât have a single male employee in that place.â
Your face grows hot.
Johnnyâs hands squeeze a bit harder, and then he lands a brief smack against the curve of your ass. âLying to me, love?â Johnny tsks. He palms the curve of your ass where it stings. âSuppose I should punish you.â
âMaybe you should.â
Simon "Ghost" Riley
You reject the call and clutch your phone to your chest. You've messed up. Royally. Pranking Simon is always a terrible idea.
The texts were just a tease. Just a way to push Simonâs buttons.
I have a new waxer.
I thought it would be one of the other ladies.
But no!
It was a guy!
Your phone buzzes again and you nearly throw it across the room. Itâs Simon. You decline the call. Everything is quiet for a few brief seconds before a text message from him comes through.
Answer your phone.
You click out a reply.
I'm in the car!
His reply comes instantly.
You're at home. I know your location.
Another incoming call. This one you answer.
"Simon,â you say flatly.
"What location did you go to?" he asks, voice rough with tension.
"Why?" you counter.
"What's his name?" he snaps.
"I know what you're doing, Simon.â
You always forget just how deep his possessive streak goes.
Silence. Then, "I just want to talk."
"Simon.â
He growls your name in warning.
"You don't need to go there. Just...come home. You can see the results for yourself."
He sighs. "I'll be there in ten. Be ready for me."
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Needle Little Love | Charles Leclerc x Ferrari! Reader
Summary: When youâre announced as Ferrariâs newest driver, fans love the budding friendship between you and Charles, especially when he adopts your penchant for crochet puns. Netflix expose that thereâs more to the story.Â
Warnings: Slightly suggestive content. Swearing. Fluff
2023-2024 timeline. Pinterest pics.
Requested: Yes by @rebelwrites. Find the full request here
A/N: There's a blurb halfway down
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its_ynln chronicles of yarnia đ§¶
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francisca.cgomes okay but iâm gonna need that top in all colours please
â its_ynln let me get your measurements at zandvoortÂ
user1 what is charles doing here
â its_ynln iâm plagued by his brother and we both like to go zoom?
â arthur_leclerc just for that, iâm not coming to your celebration party in zandvoort. iâll go party with charles
â its_ynln donât want you there anywayÂ
â oscarpiastri @/charles_leclerc the girls are fighting againÂ
â user2 i love how theyâre just assuming sheâll winÂ
lilymhe i love my pillow! thank you thank you thank you đŒ
â alex_albon she literally carries it everywhere and iâm not allowed to touch itÂ
user3 we love how racing is just her side hobbyÂ
jackdoohan day 116 of asking you to make me my own dinosaurÂ
â its_ynln i can make a voodoo doll of you if you donât stop pestering me
â jackdoohan iâll be glad when youâre gone
â user4 gone where!Â
â user5 well she is currently leading the f2 championship, and they won't let her backÂ
user6 drop the patterns please, babe
user7 i love how half the people here are because of her crochet, not because she drives
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f1 welcome to the team @/its_ynln we look forward to seeing you on the grid in the new yearÂ
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its_ynln what can i say, itâs knot just another hobby
â user8 babe, stick to crochet. stand up comedy is not for youÂ
ferraridriveracademy take good care of our girlÂ
â scuderiaferrari thanks for letting us have her
charles_leclerc welcome to the team đ
â user9 why is this the blandest welcome everÂ
â user10 someone feels threatened
â arthur_leclerc *trying to contain his excitement
francisca.cgomes this is the best news ever. will you teach me to crochet?
â pierregasly because stealing my girlfriend over summer break wasnât bad enough?
â its_ynln are you still salty that she let me touch her boobs
â user11 i know it was to measure her chest for clothes but still..Â
scuderiaferrari are we going to have to pr train you? @/its_ynln
â liamlawson30 yes
â alex_albon yesÂ
â jackdoohan yes
â its_ynln why am i being attacked by twice the amount of people now?Â
arthur_leclerc thank god sheâs not my problem anymoreÂ
â its_ynln iâll always be your problem, little leclercÂ
â oscarpiastri oh fuck, sheâs my problem now
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charles_leclerc winter break spent somewhere sunny Â
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scuderiaferrari come back, we miss youÂ
user1 um, whose hand is he reaching for in that first picÂ
â user2 idk but we should be saying thank you for dressing him in that shirtÂ
its_ynln is your skin ferrari red yetÂ
â charles_leclerc no, i keep getting slathered in sun cream :(
â arthur_leclerc factor 50?Â
â user3 i love that sheâs bullying him before sheâs even been his teammate on track
user4 this shirt looks similar to one yn posted a few weeks ago??
â user5 and the hat!!
â user6 omg how cute would it be if charles was asking her to crochet him some clothesÂ
â user7 we love a supportive teammate
landonorris rocking the bucket hat, mate. think i can get one in papaya?Â
â charles_leclerc iâll hook you up
oscarpiastri i miss you, dad
â its_ynln iâm not babysitting next year. just putting that out there ahead of timeÂ
â charles_leclerc not even if i ask nicely?
â its_ynln maybe if you let me win
â charles_leclerc đ€đ€š
user8 why are we skipping past the sneaky soft launch?
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âYou know, we both have driverâs rooms for this sort of thing,â you breathed, giggling when Charlesâ facial hair tickled your neck.Â
His mouth sucked gently on the pulse point thrumming beneath his tongue, tracing kisses from your ear down to your collarbone. The stack of worn tyres cushioned your back as he pressed your harder against them when you reached around to pinch his backside.Â
âOi, Iâm talking to you.âÂ
âIâm sorry, mon ange, but you looked so good when you were giving that interview. And you kept laughing-â
âOh, so itâs not that Iâm so irresistible that you couldn't wait until we were safely in the garage. Itâs that you were jealous.â You raised an eyebrow at him, unable to fight the smile at his rougish grin.Â
âYou are irresistible,â he murmured, hands snaking around your waist to pull you flush against him. âWhy else would I be making out with you in an alley behind the motorhome?â
âBecause youâre a horndog.âÂ
You and Charles had been dating for the past year, having met after he caught you winding up his younger brother one race weekend. Ferrari had been eyeing you up all year, asking the Monagesque what he thought of you, prompting him to pay closer attention. Prior to you signing your contract, youâd had to disclose your relationship to Fred Vasseur. Whilst the senior members of the team were aware of your more-than-teammates status, the majority of the paddock were in the dark. Both of you wished to keep the relationship under wraps until your rookie year in F1 had passed, reducing speculation that Charles was the only reason you got your seat. Sneaking around the motorhome was a lot safer than making out behind tyre stacks, but Charles didnât care at this moment in time.Â
âYou going to be nice and let me win today?â He teased, nibbling at your lower lip.Â
âI think you mean, am I going to let you massage my feet after I win? I won here last year.â
âYes, yes, bow down to you.â
âWell, I do like you on your knees.âÂ
Grinning, Charles captured your lips with his once more. Tongue swiping against your bottom lip, he groaned against you when your tongue met his. Hands snaking into his hair, you tugged gently on the soft strands, enjoying the whimper you pulled from his lips. He tilted his hips, pressing himself against you.Â
âThe things you do to me.â
A loud cough - more of a throat clearing - tore the two of you apart. Wide eyed and panting, you both turned in horror to look at the misfortune person who stumbled across you. Fred Vasseur stood at the end of the alleyway, shaking his head at his two drivers. It was bad enough watching them make heart eyes at each other during data reviews but this. Behind him stood a cameraman and a mic guy, mouths agape at their luck. Drive to Survive would be flooded with viewers once they teased this. Breaking News: Ferrari drivers caught locking lips in secret tryst.Â
âIâve got Netflix following me around today.â Fred said bluntly, staring you both down.Â
âOh crap.â
âYeah.âÂ
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charles_leclerc you could say weâre a close knit bunch
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its_ynln i fell for you hook, yarn and stitcherÂ
user8 not charles adopting her crochet punsÂ
jackdoohan so he gets a toothless keychain and i still donât get my dinosaur?Â
â liamlawson30 thatâs because heâs sleeping with her
â jackdoohan if thatâs the price...
scuderiaferrari finally. we were getting sick and tired of archiving all the pics we took of you both being cute. now we can post!Â
â arthur_leclerc please donât. itâs bad enough seeing it in person for the past two years. i donât want it on my timeline
â user9 two years! theyâve been together two years!Â
alex_albon canât believe you posted a photo of her in a nice dress and didn't even give her photo creds
â its_ynln heâs intimidated by my raw talentÂ
â oscarpiastri i watched you flip over the handles of your bike the other dayÂ
â its_ynln raw talent
â charlesleclerc @/its_ynln when was this? why didnât you tell me? are you okay?Â
georgrussell63 did she beat you?
â charles_leclerc i let her win
â landonorris yeah, youâve been saying that all season, mate
â its_ynln you got a nice consolation price out of it tho
â arthur_leclerc ew!
user10 i love that charles has posted this and yn hasnât mentioned anything about him lolÂ
â user11 her entire insta is the two sides of her personality; car and yarn. can't have a man ruining the aesthetic
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#ok so i saw some spoilers for tonightâs ep since it got leaked#so if anyone is reading my ramblings and cares about that sort of thing then stop reading here#but lmfao#itâs pretty much what i expected#i love buddie but anybody that really thought that it was going canon (especially in the near future) was deluding themselves#this is ultimately still a show made by straight people created for straight people#and thereâs just no way that the majority of the straight audience is ever gonna buy into it#if they wanted to telegraph eventual buddie canon they should have clearly hinted at it a LONG time ago#constantly reemphasizing that buck and eddie are straight men is not exactly a good sign!#idk man best case scenario they throw together in the very last episode of the series and thatâs our âcanonâ#but even that is a real long shot#anyway guess iâm gonna skip this one!#and prob the rest of the season at this rate#oh well#anyway#ignore my rambling#what i am NOT looking forward to is the amount reaching on here that will be done to make this seems somehow good for buddie lmao#fandom groupthink is a crazy thing and i refuse to fall for it again lol#iâm also not looking forward to the amount of people storming others inboxes acting like the world is ending lmao#itâs just a tv show itâs ok youâll get through it i promise
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a/n: So. This is a big one lol. Itâs not the end of their story, itâs just a different chapter. I still welcome any and all requests for them, taking place before, and after this chapter. These two have become so important to me and a lot of you and I am so happy to delve into any aspect of their lives. (for the ritual, I borrowed heavily from one of my favourite shows but added my own little twists. Things I thought would add to the story.) This takes place directly after the last chapter and Iâve incorporated a few of the asks into it, hopefully you enjoy. Canât wait to see what you all thought!
Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, body worship-Marcus gives his girl a nice massage, *FEELINGS* Huge shift in their relationship, grief, deals with loss (miscarriage), talks of infertility, ancient religious practices (physical examinations)- let me know if I missed any!
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His fingers reach out and slide across the apple of your cheek.
âIâd like to hear you speak my name.â Itâs not an order, itâs a statement and for a moment youâre lost. âI can see the conflict on your face. This is not a test, there is no punishment, I would hear my name on your lips, it is something I desire greatly.â He sits back, waiting for your wits to catch up.
âI do not wish to cause offence, you are my Dominus, and I will obey but never have I been commanded to do this.â Your hands shake a little, and you know it is partly with trepidation, partly with a feeling that is too big, too impossible to contain.
He smiles, not unkindly and he persists, a fountain of patience.
âI am not commanding you, I am asking you.â He takes your hand in his, and presses it to his lips. When his eyes meet yours again there is something in them you donât think youâve ever seen, something that looks like devotion.Â
Although nude, although still feeling the spectre of him between your legs, never have you ever felt so naked, so exposed as you do under that look.
âMarcusâŠâ itâs a whisper and he smiles, eyes focused on your mouth.Â
âYes, I do like the sound of it in your voice, I would have you call me by my name.â He pulls you forward, guiding you to sit on his lap. âI would call you love, if you would let me.â He presses his lips to your neck, his hands a comforting sweep from your neck down to your hip.Â
It feels as though youâre in a dream. This cannot be the same Marcus you were sold to years ago. This cannot be the man that left to smother the rebellion, this man is someone else, someone softer, someone sentimental and it is hard to reconcile the person youâd come to know, and the creature that holds you close. The person who skims his nose across the base of your throat.
âI have thought a lot about what is truly important to me when the wound was fresh and death felt close enough to carry me off, and it is not glory. It is not the whims and wants of the Emperor, it is not the worship of the men under my command or the amount of coin I have earned by slicing through the battlefield." There is a fire in his eyes, burning with the words he speaks almost angrily.
"It is this. It is my home, and the comfort of your embrace. It is waking up of a night and feeling you holding onto me, seeking me out for warmth. It is the sound of your laughter when I make a jest, when you cry out in pleasure when I take you.â He frowns, sighing as he confesses something you had not known youâd been hoping and praying your whole life to hear.Â
âI do not wish to be your Dominus, I wish to be more, I wish for you to be more. I wish for you to be mine, truly mine as I am yours.âÂ
âBut I am yours Domââ he winces but you catch yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat at his words, ââMarcus. I am yours. Mind, body and soul, I belong to you.âÂ
âI own you, as I own all of those who serve under the name of Acacius. I wish for you to be here with me because you desire it, not because you are beholden to me.â His eyes search yours for comprehension, just as yours search his for the truth in his words.
âYou wish for me to love you, truly love you not just as a happy slave loves their master, but as a woman loves a man?â Your fingers twirl a curl near his neck, something to focus on so you donât go mad with joy.
âYes. Is this something I could hope for? Is this something you could feel for me? I have been known to be a man of few words, and I know of my reputation. I am well aware of my dark moods and of my brutality. On the battlefield I am all that and worse but that is not my true heart. I know that I am older as well, but I could be a good man to you-â you press forward, cutting off his words with a kiss. That he would think you donât already love him is absurd.Â
âDoes this mean yes?â He presses his lips to yours again, softer, his arms holding you tighter still.
âYes. I am sure that I am dreaming but if that is so then it is the best dream I have ever had and I never wish to wake. I care not that you are older, you are already a good man to me, better than any have been before. When you ask me to stay with you, to lay with you, to sleep beside you my heart swells, to think that you would feel for me even a shadow of what I feel for you is enough to sustain me for the rest of my years.â Itâs more honesty than youâve ever given and he drinks the words down like a man dying of thirst.Â
âThen you are free. I release you from my service. You are yourself, a free woman and I invite you, I beg you to stay here with me. To live in this house and share with me all that I have.â Your jaw drops and he smiles wide, gifting you with a rare glimpse of the dimple in his cheek.Â
âI have nothing to offer you Dom-Marcus.â You shake your head, annoyed at how difficult it is to drop the title and call him by his name.Â
âI have no dowry, no father to broker any kind of union-â
âI have no need of a dowry. I have more than enough coin to sustain this house, and anything you may need or want.â He presses a kiss to your cheek, his eyes lighting up with mirth and happiness.Â
âYou really wish to have me here as more than a slave?â You run your fingers through his whiskers, smiling when he turns his face to press his lips to your palm.
âYes, I wish to have you here with me, to share this life with me and to let me love you, let me be a good husband to you. Let me spoil you, my love.â He pushes you back so you both lay on his bed, tucking you in under his chin to hold you close.
The word husband, the word love makes your head feel as light as a feather. That you would go from a mere slave, to the wife of the General and favoured son of Rome is almost laughable. And so you do. You laugh, harder than youâve ever laughed in your life. Your belly aches with the strength of it and itâs with a smile of his own that he inquires as to the source of your mirth.
âThis must be a dream, I will wake up in a moment, and laugh about this. Only in a dream would you speak so openly about marrying me. Only in a dream would I swiftly rise from slave to the wife of the General of Rome.â You kiss his chest, âwhen I wake you will be my Dominus once more and I will just be your girl.â You smile at him, but he gives you a sad look.
âThis is not a dream my love, and you will always be my girl, but not in the way you think. I will have the papers drawn up for your freedom in the morning, and we will discuss a wedding should you want one. If you wish to simply live our lives intertwined then I am happy to oblige you, although a formal marriage would make things easier.âÂ
The smile lingers, but the levity of his words sinks in, he is serious.Â
âThis is real then. You desire me as more than I am and I am truly freeâŠ?â You pull away, leaning on your elbow to watch his face. He nods, his hand rubbing at your shoulder, then your arm before it settles on the curve of your hip. You bite your lip, curious.
âIf what you say is true, and I am indeed free, would you let me deny you? If I wished to leave on the morrow, and seek my fate outside this house, would I be permitted to do so?â You watch his face and he frowns, letting out a deep sigh.Â
âIf you wished to leave at this very moment, I would send you wherever you wished to go, with a heavy heart, a full purse and tears in my eyes.â
âYou truly mean this then, I am free to do as a please, and you truly love me.â You press closer, tucking yourself back under his chin and take in the comforting scent of him, cheeks aching with the strength of your smile.
âYes my love, I truly mean this. Will you stay?â Hearing him call you his love releases a whole army of butterflies in your belly.Â
âYes, I have no wish to be anywhere else. I have no wish to be with anyone but you.â You rise up, a thought striking you with a momentary fear. âBut what will people think? You are the General and I am but a slave, you have scores of noble women vying for you, the ear of the Emperor and friends of proper birth. Not to mention the matches youâve denied, Lavinia-â You spit out her name and he laughs a deep laugh, pulling you close once more.Â
âWhat people think is their business, not mine. I care not about them, or Lavinia, you have nothing to worry about, it is you I want. No one else.â He strokes at your back again, lifting your knee to drape around his hip.Â
âI have my hands full with you as it is, I must be mindful of my love's greed for me, hm? How am I to give any of my attention to anyone else when you seek to keep me for yourself? Did we not discuss this before my love? Donât I belong to you?â He shifts, and settles between your legs and all at once the craving for him hits you like a boulder.Â
âYes, this is true, you do belong to me.â You pull his lips to yours, channelling all of your devotion and love into the kiss, your body responds to him quickly, as does his. His cock hardens against your belly and itâs with a moan that he adjusts himself and slips inside the mess heâd already made not moments before the conversation had began.Â
âThis little cunt is the only one I want, the only one that makes me harder than stone and the only one fit for the gift of my seed.â He raises one knee for leverage but keeps his pace slow and steady.Â
âI only want you, Marcus-â His name feels so forbidden in your mouth, but the look on his face at the sound of it urges you to moan it. His movements are languid, he is in no hurry to bring about his end and you savour the feel of him deep inside, the sound of your name, your true name in your ear, the feel of his hands clutching at you as though youâll float away.Â
âGods above, the power you have over me, woman.â He burrows his face into the crook of your neck, his thrusts turning into a slow grind and the pressure against your clit is just right, just enough to stoke the already raging fire steadily building in your core.Â
âIâm already so close Marcus, Iâm so closeââ Your fingers clutched at him, and his steady, unabashed moans in your ear only push you closer and closer to your flutters.Â
âLater, I will use my mouth again, would you like that?â He bites at your ear and you nod frantically, whispering a repeated chant of yes, eyes closed tight. âSoak me, I want to feel this little cunt gushing on my cock and in my mouth-â He reaches down and slips his hand between you, swirling around the sensitive button and shoving you into your peak with a deep groan.Â
He shoves himself in deep enough to hurt a little and you feel the spurt of him filling you again. With a hiss, he rolls his hips still, pushing past the point of discomfort to watch his seed spill out around himself.Â
Later, when the house is silent and you are curled up beside him swimming in the euphoria of his confession, another thought occurs to you. One that dumps an entire basin of ice cold water onto your warmth.
âMarcus, may I ask you something?â His breath is steady, and for a moment you think he might be asleep, but his hand moves from its place on your leg, stroking softly as he mumbles a sleepy hmm?
âWhat of children?â You drew patterns onto his chest, a nervous gesture because this was something youâve never discussed with anyone.
âWhat of them?â His breath tickles at the crown of your head.Â
âIâI do not think I can carry them. If we were to marry, you would have none to carry on your name.â This will be the true ending of the dream you think, he will rethink his madness and take back the freedom heâs given you. He will take back his declarations and marry another. The servitude you can handle. Youâd enjoyed your life here. The love, the affection however, that you cannot handle being stripped of.
âWhy do you say this?â His thumb sweeps across your skin, soothing.
âI have lain with others before, you yourself have filled me more times than I can count and it has never taken root, despite my blood coming every moonâs turn.â Youâre thankful for the darkness then, the idea that he might be displeased with you over something you could not change would break your heart in two.
âDo you want children?â There is no anger, no disappointment in his voice, and for that you are grateful. It coaxes you to be completely honest.
âI havenât given the matter much thought. In other houses where I served I took measures to never be with child for fear that it would be taken away from me, to be sold off while I remained. I feared for the mood of whichever Dominus I served, some were married and I couldnât know how the Domina would react to a child being of her husband by a slave. I felt blessed that it never came to that.â You took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh. He listens, his breath even and calm, his heart a steady thump under your ear.Â
âThen when I came into your service and we began our trysts, I was less prudent about my measures. I thought surely it would happen, with how often you gave me your gift. But the Gods have seen it fit to deny me the option. Being a slave, I thought it best.â He strokes at your leg draped across his middle.Â
âYou have not answered the question my love.â His tone is gentle, but firm. âDo you want children?â
âI do not know, but if I am correct and cannot give them to you, will you still want me to share this life with you?â It is a miracle your voice does not break asking the question. a few heartbeats pass, and your own pulse races, hopeful, and terrified.
âI want you regardless of any children you can or cannot carry. Being a soldier means playing a game of chance with death. I have been truly blessed, and have not fallen in battle and yet I think it would have been harder for me to be the man I had to be if I had a child pulling at my thoughts. I am old enough to have come to terms with the truth that I might not ever be a father, and I have made my peace with it.â His hand slides up the curves of your body, feeling itâs way across the map of your skin, a map he has memorized and lands on your chin, tilting it towards him to find your lips in the dark. It is a soothing press and it does much to calm the melancholy in your heart.Â
âThis does not change my love for you. This does not make me reconsider or rescind anything I have offered. If you find that you do want children after all we will deal with the matter then. Whether we have to find a medicus to advise, or a servant of the Gods to guide us, or make sacrificesâwhatever the price, I will pay. Does this calm you?â He presses kisses to your cheeks, his lips wet with the silent tears that streak down your face.Â
âYes Marcus, yes.â You press your face into the crook of his neck and weep, letting go of the last vestiges of fear that had clung to you, before the great mouth of sleep opens up and swallows you whole.Â
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Marcus was never one to sit idle. His word was his bond and the next morning found you asleep in his bed, well past the hour youâd been expected to rise and go about your duties on a normal day.Â
With a slight panic in your chest, you move quickly to find and tend to him, almost knocking over a tray filled with fruits and bread, soft eggs and freshwater. The panic swells, someone else had tended to him and he had not eaten. Flashes of his declarations fill your mind but it seemed like a dream, some wine-fueled madness and without his face there to greet you it is hard to feel like any of it was actually real.Â
You find him in his study, brow furrowed and buried in a stack of parchment. When his eyes raise and find you, they crinkle with happiness.Â
âI expected you to sleep a little longer, I kept you up.â He smiles, quill forgotten and itâs with a slight trepidation that you step forward, unsure how to refer to him but he is quick to see the turmoil on your face. âDid you eat? I had food brought to youâI would have broken my fast with you but I wanted to start the paperwork for your freedom.âÂ
âIt wasnât a dream then, it really happened?â He frowns for a moment, almost hurt but he lets out a sigh and beckons you closer.Â
âApologies DâMarcusââ You stand between his legs, hands on his shoulders and he shakes his head to forestall your apology.Â
âYou have nothing to apologize to me for. I can understand that it is difficult for you to suddenly stop feeling the way you have felt in this house, but I need you to know that you no longer serve me. You are equal to me in all things. This parchmentââ He taps at the one closest to him before pulling you to sit across his lap, â-proclaims it. I feel it hereââ He brings your hand to his heart, the steady thump of it pressing at your palm.Â
His eyes search yours, a vulnerability you had only ever seen in them during the worst of his injury shines back at you.Â
âI would implore you to remember it, feel it, know it here.â His hand presses against your chest, your slightly wilder, racing heart jumping against his hand.Â
âYes Marcus, I will remember it.â His lips press to yours, lingering, tasting, trapping your bottom lip in an unhurried but wholly reassuring kiss.Â
One of the other slaves comes in, interrupting your embrace.
âApologies Dominus, DominaâI will come back.â
âNo need, what is it?â He smiles at the look of shock on your face, but holds you tight to him.
âThe food is yet untouched, shall I dispose of it?â The shock at the new title freezes you in place. The implication that he had already informed the house of his decision to free you, of the new order of things only cements the idea that he is truthful in his declarations. The slave is another woman, older than you and it feels almost wrong to have her refer to you this way.Â
âWould you share the meal with me, my love?â He presses a kiss to your shoulder, asking instead of commanding, and it takes a moment for your wits to catch up. You nod, unable to find your voice.
âBring it here, we will break our fast while I finish my work.â He sends her off with a nod and you sit, silent still. âYou will adjust.â His voice is soft, understanding and you sigh.Â
âWill I? Seems so strange, just yesterday I was on the other side. Do not misunderstand me, I have never felt joy like this in all my life. I am full to the brim with love for you, but freedom is a foreign concept to me. I will need time.â Your fingers thread through his soft curls, mind racing at how quickly things have changed for you.Â
âIt is a big change, but you have all of the time you require. Once we have broken our fast, we will go out and find some more appropriate clothing for you to wear.â Your eyes widen again and he laughs, not unkindly. âMy love, you cannot wear these tunics anymore, much as I love how easy it is to undress you, they are not for the lady of the house to wear. From now on you will dress as a proper Roman woman, a wife and the lady of this house, your house.â He smiles and you let out a breathy laugh, the insanity making you dizzy.Â
âGods above. This is madness.â You laugh, the absurdity of it all filling the entirety of your body, until the door opens again and the food is placed in front of you.Â
âDominus, Domina, if that is all?â
âThat is all, you may tend to your other duties.â He dismisses her, and together you eat.
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The clothing is hard to get accustomed to, surprisingly enough. It is of the highest quality, of that you can be sure but it is so much heavier than your tunics, the utilitarian square of cloth was practical and comfortable. It was made for the working people, to be unencumbered while you fulfilled your duties.Â
You shift, feeling slightly awkward as you hold the fine fabric to your body.Â
âHow do you feel, my love?â He smiles from his place on his chair, watching with an amused smile as you fidget in your new robes.Â
âThe fabric is⊠very fine.â You turn to face him, holding the smile to your face despite your discomfort. He laughs, not unkindly.Â
âThat is not what I asked you, how do you feel in them?â He rises and closes the distance between you, his big hands landing soft upon your shoulders. You sigh, instantly calmed by his touch.Â
âI do not know how I feel. It is perhaps the finest thing I have ever worn but how am I to move? How am I toâŠâ Your voice trails off, frowning at his patient expression.Â
âHow are you to fulfil your duties? You have no duties, except sharing the running of this house with me. I know, it is a lot to adjust to but you will, I promise you.â His lips press to your forehead, and you nod.
-
The news of his union spread throughout Rome like a wildfire.Â
Gifts arrive, seemingly from every corner of the empire. Baskets overflowing with fruit, wine, fine cloth, dates and figs and flowers of every colour. Jars of honey, beautiful pottery, and a whole stack of letters.Â
Part of you fret over how people truly saw things, beneath the veil of courtesy, but as the months go on and the reception to your union to Marcus is mostly accepted with good grace, it is easier to fall into your new role; your new life. Marcus is true to his word, the whispers, the looks of others as you step out together are nothing to him. He pays no one any mind. No one but you.Â
Sitting beside him, having his big hand dwarf yours as you listen to him make conversation with all manner of proper Roman citizens is strange to be sure, his reassuring touch though, his kind eyes make it bearable, make it almost normal to be amongst such elevated company. The most difficult thing to get accustomed to is being served.Â
Your eyes always drift to whoever is pouring for you, or serving the food you eat, begging them not to resent you for your elevated status. He squeezes your hand then, guiding you softly back to him and away from the worry.Â
- Months pass -Â
The women tut at you being in the kitchen, again. You shine your brightest smile while skirting around them, piling a small plate high with figs and honeycomb.
âDomina, I beg of you, let us tend to you!â A rather matronly woman who prepared meals and ran the kitchen sighs, defeated yet hopeful.
âApologies, I could not wait and since I already know my way aroundââ
âDo not apologize! This is your husband's house, your house! Let us do what we do, go on and tend to him.â She gently, but firmly shoos you out of the kitchen, a smile on her face despite her exhaustion of your antics.
You smile around a bite of fig, the craving for them so strong that youâd found yourself in the kitchen before your own attendant could catch up with you. She follows you, no doubt exasperated until you dismiss her. Your relationship with Marcus has progressed naturally, ordering people around however, still did not come easy.
âThose look delicious.â He smiles, finding you as he comes out of his study.
âThey are the best this season I think, I came to share them with you.â You offer a smothered fig to him, feeding him from your own hand and he accepts it happily. Your body comes to life when he licks the honey from your fingers.Â
âI think you are right.â He takes another, smaller one from your plate and eats it whole, âI must procure more, you have been really favouring them of late.â He presses a sticky kiss to your mouth, guiding you through your halls to sit in the breezy peristyle.
âI have, more than any other time. I want for nothing else in truth. Nothing else is sitting right at the moment.â You laugh, smiling around another sweet mouthful.Â
âI can think of something else, something I would love to cover in honey and devour.â He presses soft kisses to your neck, hand sliding down your arm before palming at your breast through your robes. You wince at his slight grip, and he moves away, frowning.
âDid I hurt you my love?â He searches your expression, worried his strength and desire for you had gotten the better of him.
âNo no, I am just a little sore. I think my blood may be upon me, it is a little late.â You kiss his cheek, but his eyebrows raise. For a moment, he is quiet, staring at you and then the plate of figs.
âHow late?â His hand drifts lower, landing on your belly and for a moment something inside you clicks, eyes widening in stunned surprise.
âOh!â You stare down, feeling the way he held you and sudden hot tears spring to your eyes. Your hand presses against his and something huge, something you had not known you held inside bubbles up. âGods, I do not know!â An almost maniacal laughter escapes through the tears and still, he holds you.Â
âI will call for a medicus, we should know for sure but aside from that, how do you feel?â He holds you close, big hand pressed to your womb while the other rubs soothingly at your back.Â
âI have no words! I am shocked, and overwhelmed. In truth I do not know, this could be nothing but a little lateness I know, but the cravings have been so strong, the soreness, my eating habits, the desire for youââ he laughs, good natured.Â
âYes, you have been insatiable of late, much to my delight.â He presses his lips to your temple. âThis is something unexpected, but welcome. I am beyond joyful to think you might carry our child even now.â He smiles, his eyes shining with truth.
âI confess I am happy too, I did not think it possible, perhaps the Gods have blessed us, Marcus.â You all but tackle him in a hug, figs forgotten in the warmth of his embrace.Â
âI pray it is so.â You whisper into his ear, fear that you may be wrong tinging the edges of your words.
âAs do I, but if we are wrong, there is nothing wrong with it just being the two of us.â He pulls away, his hand cupping your cheek to look you in the eye.
âHear me now my love, nothing will change if we are wrong.â You nod, praying deep in your heart that you arenât.Â
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The medicus did his examination, and jubilation bloomed throughout the house. At long last, his seed had taken root.Â
Never had you seen him so happy, never had you seen him shed a tear and yet he does. He held you as tightly as he could, without causing you pain and cried his joy into your skin. You both shed happy tears, holding each other and basking in the glow of knowing that soon, a child would be born of your love.Â
It was still early, and the medicus provided Marcus with a list of precautions, instructions on how to prepare your body for what was to come. He recommended rest, and solutions for the nausea that might afflict you. He gave Marcus oils to rub on your belly as it swelled and suggested foods that were suitable and healthy. He took them seriously, and did as he was told.Â
The joy was not to last though.Â
The Gods had not blessed you, and your child bled out of you not a week later.Â
Marcus did not show it, but you could feel his devastation. The pain in his eyes, to see your lost, heartbroken expression was enough to rival your own. He held fast however, unwavering in his love, solid and stoic while you fell apart in your shared bed. The only soundtrack being your soft cries, and his gentle reassurances.Â
Those were the darkest days in your life, the depths of your despair at the grief such a contrast to the joy of carrying his child, the fruit of your union being so unfairly ripped away had left a mark on the both of you.
It also brought you closer together.Â
Months passed, and then an entire year, and while exceedingly happy in your union, the loss had awoken a want that you hadnât felt before. The desire to carry a baby, to see a beautiful child with his eyes, or his hands. To see the both of you on their face, and know that there would never be a child so loved. Â
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The silver in his hair glints in the candlelight as he splashes water on his face, already undressed and prepped for bed. The strength in his arms, the breadth of him, the smooth golden skin you were free to touch and caress taunting you as you lay in your shared bed. Your eyes track errant droplets of water as they slide down the planes of his chest, much like your tongue had done on more than one occasion.Â
âMarcus.âÂ
âYes my love.â He wipes at his face, blowing out the candles before slipping in beside you.Â
âI want us to try to have a child.â Your hands slid across the soft skin of his belly, sliding up to trace the map drawn out by the water. âI know we will need help, but I want to try.â
For a moment he is quiet, pensive and the trauma of what happened fills the space between you, until he pulls you in and presses his lips to your temple.Â
âI will find someone to guide us. I will do everything in my power to give you what you desire but I must know that you will be content, should the Gods choose to deny us once more.â His tone is gentle, yet firm. You could see it then, the misery of not accepting the fact that maybe children just were not in your future, it was not fair to either of you to dwell if it did not happen.Â
âIf the Gods deny us, I will drop the matter. I do not wish for us to suffer, not with how happy you make me.â You tuck your head under his chin, and he holds you tighter still, all of him such a comfort as you have ever known.Â
âI pray they reconsider, and that we are successful, but if they do not and for the rest of our days it is just you and I then I am beyond happy. You are all I need.â His lips find yours in the dark, and despite the nerves fraying at the thought of failure, you smile into the kiss.Â
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He wouldnât tell you how much it cost him to summon the priestess. All he did was smile, wave his hands and say never you mind, no matter how many times you asked him. It had to be considerable, judging by the way her dark halo of hair is adorned in what looks like a crown, by the way her face is painted in gold, her robes dripping in jewels and glass beads.Â
Your teeth chew at your bottom lip as she arranges her various bottles and statues of the Gods she served across your table, her attendant placing different bundles of herbs and dried powders within her reach, grinding away at a fine powder in preparation. Marcus sits next to you, his hand in yours as you wait with baited breath.Â
She turns to you fully then, coming closer to inspect you. Wordlessly she take your hands within hers, and studies your palms. Next she take Marcusâ hands, and studies the lines she sees there as well.Â
âHow often do you engage in intercourse?â Her voice is deeper than you thought it would be, soothing and confident.Â
âOften. Many times a week.â Marcus answers for you, a furrow of concentration on his brow.Â
âAnd seed has never taken root?â Your gaze follows hers to the acolyte at the table, a nod is exchanged and a pinch of something is added to a bowl, followed by a dark liquid.Â
âOnce.â It comes out as a croak but you push through, âbut the baby was lost soon after.â His hand squeezes yours, reassuring.Â
âHave you been with other men?â She gives a sidelong glance at Marcus, unsure whether you will answer truthfully.Â
âYes, before our union. It never resulted in anything.âÂ
âThen it is the womb we must tend to.â She nods again, a command you cannot parse and more elements are added to the bowl. âWe must ask the Gods to reconsider the gift theyâve withheld.â She adds another pinch of something to the bowl while the acolyte moves about the room.Â
âRemove your underthings, and lay back. I must inspect the physical form to make sure your body is suitable for the carrying of a child.â She gestures, and you do as she says. Shimmying out of your bottom layers before laying on the chaise, Marcus shifts so that your head rests on his lap. Your heart races as she approaches, spreading your thighs with warm hands.Â
Your eyes find his, and his hand holds yours tightly as she does her inspection, uncomfortable and a little awkward, but painless.Â
âThe vessel is suitable, we will pray Juno accepts our plea.â She dips her hands into a fresh basin of water to cleanse before bringing the bowl to you. A dark, murky liquid swirls within it, smelling of wine and earth, summer rains and overripe fruits.Â
âDrink.â She nods, and you do as she says. The taste is slightly bitter, slightly acidic but you swallow every last drop.Â
âI pray that Juno has blessed you. You must copulate within the hour, but the body must be honoured.â She speaks directly to Marcus now.
âThis is a ritual, you must worship her, as though she is the goddess herself. I will leave anointing oils and a candle with the flame of life. The seed must be in place before the flame goes out.â She takes a candle from her attendant, the shape of it a bit of a shock when itâs placed in your hand. Itâs the shape of a manâs cock, smaller than Marcus but impressive nonetheless.Â
âWe will leave you to it. Use the oils on her skin, on your hands, on every part of you that meets with every part of her...â She raises her eyebrows, saying what she means without being vulgar.Â
âGratitude.â He nods as she gathers her things quickly, leaving you with your heart in your throat, and a flutter in your belly.Â
The sun is low in the sky when he guides you to your bed. The candle burns as he gently strips you of your robes, his hands careful, purposeful. A shiver runs through you, crawling down the line of your spine when he gets you down to your skin, naked as the day you were born in the soft golden light. Your hands move to undress him, but he circumvents you, pressing your hands to his lips in quiet denial.Â
âYou, my love, are to be worshipped. I will do the work.â Love swells inside you for him, just like the arousal flows syrupy thick throughout your limbs.Â
Wordlessly he leads you to the bed, arranging you comfortably on your front as he straddles your thighs. The oil is neither hot, nor cold when it hits your lower back. His hands though, they are warm and solid, so big they span wide enough to cover a large swathe of your back at once. You melt into the bed as his hands work the oil in, sweeping from your lower back up to work the knots out of your shoulders, pulling involuntary moans with each pass.Â
He stiffens against the swell of your ass, and his hands move towards it as he does. He massages the globes of your backside, his big hands spreading you open for his gaze and it only rockets the arousal higher and higher, your slick pooling at the mouth of your cunt as the oil slips down towards it with every pass. His lips press to your shoulder, as his cock, hot and hard slips along your skin.Â
âTurn for me, on your back my love.âÂ
Itâs so hard to move from your place, your body feels like itâs become part of the bed. For a moment, the urge to ask him to take you just like this fills your mouth, but you ignore it and comply. The dying sunlight adorns him in gold and it pulls a smile from your lips, his beauty, his strength, his love shine brighter than the sun itself.Â
More oil pours down from the bottle in his hand, pooling in the well of your belly button before he dips in and spreads it across your skin. His eyes focus on his hands, working the oil in soothing circles at your womb before moving up and spreading the warm slip of it over your breasts.Â
He focuses there a while, kneading at the pliant flesh, letting it spill between his big fingers, flicking and circling your nipples until they stiffen, hard as pebbles. Your heart races as he pinches and pulls at the peaks of your breasts, the soft moans and liquid arousal slipping out more and more as he continues his thorough worship.Â
He moves down, opening your thighs and draping them over his own where they press up against you. He slips between your spread legs, fitting himself in the cradle of your hips. His cock is so heavy it barely bobs, resting hotly on your soaked cunt. His hands slip down your thighs, more oil drips from his fingers onto your skin. From your knees up to where you need him most.Â
âMarcus, please-â You whine, so aroused, so wet the ache of it hurts. He tuts softly, a playful, lust blown smile on lips as he cups your cunt with one big hand. âI need you, I need you inside me.â You pout, tilting your hips up into his hand. He lets you, grinding his palm against your core for a moment before he pulls away and then he pours the oil on himself from high on his chest.
Itâs like heâs casting a spell, the oil drips down the golden expanse of it towards the dark patch of hair at the base of his cock.Â
He rubs the oil across his chest, down over the soft belly and finally lower still, stroking at his cock with ease as he readies himself to love you. He is a weapon, oiled and ready to rut so like the gladiators youâve seen in the arena, shining and powerful as they prepare to fight for their lives.Â
There will be no fight here though, only the wet, open invitation of your cunt as you lift and spread your legs wider, resting your feet on his thighs to make it easier for him, tempt him into finally giving you what you so desperately want; no, need.
More oil drips onto where you gape for him, you bite your lip, eyes flicking towards the candle. Already it had burned half way.Â
The slip of his cock against your cunt feels like a blessing from the Gods, and when he slides inside to the hilt, itâs like a homecoming. It is the sight of him triumphant after a battle, it is the early mornings when you rise before him and bask in the sound of his deep, even breaths. It is the feeling of his lips on your shoulder at night, it is the sound of your name in his mouth and devotion in his eyes.Â
His big hands hold onto the meat of your hips with a slippery grip as he drives himself forward, filling you just like you want him to. His eyes flit from where he spears into you, up to the way your breasts bounce with every heavy thrust. Never have you felt so beautiful, with the oil shining on your skin, with his hands on you, with his cock deep inside, with the taste of your climax on the tip of your tongue.Â
He moves his hand down as if to cup your cunt once more but his fingers trace the lips of your sex to feel you stretched around the girth of him. Your mind buzzes like the wings of a bee to feel how he touches you, fingertips gliding against your swollen little clit, driving you to madness with lust and love for him.
You need him closer.Â
You beckon to him with open arms and he falls on you like heâs been knocked down. His mouth claims yours in a messy, vulgar kiss.Â
âFill me Marcus, love me, make me yours.â Your nails curl into his waves, legs gliding around his waist to lock above his backside. Warm, slick skin slipping against warm, slick skin.
âYou are mine my love, all mine, and everything I am is yours, all fucking yoursââ he groans, thumb swirling at your clit, around and around and around until you burst like a ripe berry under him. With an obscene moan and a wet squelch, you take him down into the depths of pleasure with you.Â
He swells, hard as steel before pulsing spurt after spurt inside you, filling you to the brim.Â
He does not move, and neither do you.Â
His weight does not bother you, and when he tries to spare you from the heft of him you only dig in your heels.Â
âI do not wish to smother you, I am quite bigger-â
âI like it, stay.â You hold on tighter, relishing his huff of laughter before he indulges you. In the almost holy afterglow, nothing could be more important than to be surrounded by him, filled by him. To have his body covering yours, his softening cock inside, his taste in your mouth and his seed deep in your womb.
âI pray that this has worked. That we have honoured the Gods and that they bless us.â He shifts slightly, only enough to look you in the eye. âBut if they have notâŠnothing has changed. I would still be the happiest man in all of Rome, in all the world to share this life with you. Just you.â His words are a warm fan across your face, a warm bath for your heart, a soothing remedy for a nervous belly and you drink them down as such.
The candle is forgotten, the priestess a distant memory, all that matters is him.
You cannot trust your voice, and so you nod. With watery eyes and a trembling smile. You nod.Â
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soapy heaven
pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader
summary: taking a lovely shower with your lovely boyfriend aka spencer reid going crazy for you washing his hair
warnings: pure teeth rotting fluff
wordcount: 700 words
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âCan I join you?â
âHm?â Spencer asked from inside the shower, his head peaking out from behind the shower curtain.
âCan I join you?â you repeat.
âIn the shower?â
âYes, of course in the shower, you silly,â you let out a giggle at his expression. Furrowed eyebrows and eyes like a dear caught in headlights.
After a moment he snapped out of it. âUhm- yea, of courseâ
You didnât need more convincing and swiftly shed your clothing. Stepping into the shower with Spencer, he stepped aside so you could get under the warm stream. You could feel the insecurity practically radiating off Spencer, so you made the first stepped and wrapped your arms around him, engulfing him into a warm hug, your arms meeting behind his head. Your boyfriend immediately relaxes into your hold, his hands instinctively wrapping around your waist.
âWell, hello there pretty boy,â you whisper against his lips before finally connecting them and kissing him.
Not wanting this to go further you lean back again, tracing a droplet of water that made its way over his face with your finger. Spencer still had his eyes closed from the kiss, his head now slightly leaning back and enjoying your gentle touches. He would gladly entertain this as long as you kept your hands on him.
He opened his eyes again, leaned forward and placed a short but lingering kiss on your lips. With gentle hands he led you under the stream again, before reaching for his bottle of shampoo. You quickly noticed what he was about to do and interrupted him with a quick wait!
He looked at you, puzzled. âLet me,â you tell him with a smile on your face.
You grab the bottle of shampoo out of the geniusâ hand before squeezing a generous amount of it into your hand, softly lathering it up in your hands, before letting them glide though his brown locks.
Spencer couldnât believe that something so simple, so mundane and casual could be this intimate and could feel oh so good. He couldnât remember a time where washing his hair felt like something that connected you two, that made him really feel the connection between you.
Your hands felt heavenly in his hair, softly massaging the shampoo into his scalp. Spencer had closed his eyes again, only letting out a sigh in surprise when you start placing soft little kisses all over his wet face, your hands never halting their motion in his hair. He occasionally let out little groans â especially when you slightly pulled on certain strands of his hair â but also didnât complain when you pull him under the warm spray of the shower to wash out the shampoo.
Still, he was almost sad about the fact that you would have to leave the shower and this perfect moment soon.
Thankfully, you reached for his bottle of conditioner, repeating your little routine or what Spencer strongly hoped would become one. The whole time he felt like he was floating, already in heaven, with your hands in his hair and your lips on his face.
This feeling only intensified when you took his bar of soap and slowly started to lather up his body with the most gentle hands. They wandered over his arms, into his armpits, over his torso, the top of his thighs and after just as gently turning him around also over his back.
Your boyfriend turned around again, and when you pulled him under the water to rinse off the soap, you pressed yourself against him, making him chuckle.
Now, he couldnât just let your time stop here. He insisted on doing the same thing for you. With quiet whispered instructions and just as many sweet nothings, he managed to follow your hair care routine, definitely taking inspiration from you when he also started leaving kisses on your face.
When it was time to leave his new safe heaven, he wasnât quite as sad anymore. He only thought about the fact that he got to furl up with you under the comforter now and hold you in his arms again.
And maybe, just maybe, take a shower with you again, tomorrow. Â
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doctor's orders âËâč⥠- franco colapinto
summary: as if your hospital placement hasn't been stressful enough, you're thrown a new challenge - an injured biker, and his big mouth w/c: 1.7k words
a/n: u ever see a man so beautiful that you just want to patch up all his injuries and kiss him on the forehead and tell him it'll all be okay? ( ALSO LOOK I WAS PLANNING ON POSTING THIS BEFORE I FOUND OUT ABT ALL THE DRAMA BUT ITS TOO LATE NOW SO HERE WE ARE ENJOY THIS ANYWAYS SDJFKS)
"Sorry, but am I in the right place?"
If it weren't for his half-torn jacket and pleading eyes, you might've punched him in the face out of frustration right there and then. You just didn't have time for this, not now, when the emergency room was as full as ever and you were rushing back and forth making sure everything was under wraps. You weren't sure why - you were only a nursing student after all, but your advisor had said something about "real world experience" before slinking away for his lunch break, over an hour ago. Leaving you here to deal with this chaos. And now, a very good-looking man with some very bad-looking injuries.
"Yeah, please just have a seat and fill out this form, I'll be with you in a minute sir," you rattle off your pre-practised phrases hurriedly, shoving a clipboard into his arms and pacing off somewhere else. Behind you, you hear the shuffling of his boots as he returns to his chair in the waiting room, the one next to him occupied by his helmet.
It's a while before you talk to him again, at least half an hour, but the way he talks to you definitely doesn't reflect the time he's been waiting - or the amount of pain you're assuming he's in.
âHello,â you pause, scanning the form heâs filled out with his details for a name, âFranco.â
âHello Doc,â he smiles at you atop the hospital bed youâve got him sitting on.Â
âBiking injury?âÂ
âYes maâam,â he gestures to his helmet and scuffed racing jacket that are piled on the stool in the corner.Â
âHow bad?âÂ
âNot that bad, you should see the other guy,â he jokes, and even though itâs corny you offer an amused smile.Â
âRight, okay then Franco, Iâm going to have you take off your shirt.â When you look up from your clipboard, heâs posed comedically with his hands over his chest, donning a shocked expression.
âWoah, so forward doctor! At least take me out to dinner first.âÂ
âI need to see your injuries,â you sigh, and he only offers you a sly smile as he hops off the bed to do as you say. Â
As a nursing student, youâd definitely seen your fair share of gross things - one only needed to look back to you lesson on pressure injuries to see that. But nothing couldâve prepared you for the gory mess that revealed itself as he peeled off his shirt, which was already caked with dried blood.Â
âHoly-â you start, before stopping yourself in the name of professionalism - but itâs too late and he whips his head around with a concerned look.
âWhat? Bad?âÂ
âSome would say so,â you try to steady your voice and sound as convincing as possible, already setting aside your clipboard to gather the things you need. Youâre not sue if you should be doing this, or whether you even have the qualifications to - but youâre pretty sure waiting any longer might put him in danger.Â
You pat the top of the bed to signal for him to sit on it again. âI need you to stay still for me, okay?â you say in the softest, most comforting tone you can manage.Â
He nods and does as you say, and for the first time in the somewhat short period youâve known him, his mask of confidence slips - revealing a slight vulnerability, and even a hint of fear.Â
âItâs going to be okay, Iâll be quick,â you continue to reassure him, and he nods again. âThis is going to sting a little though,â you warn as you reach into your side tray for a cotton pad soaked in iodine. Touching it gently to the smallest of his cuts, he lets out a hiss of pain, his back straightening up as he jerks away.Â
âSorry,â you mumble, though you continue to dab at his wounds. âDo you want to tell me how this happened?â Youâre hoping the conversation will at least distract him as you work, or at the very least give you some information to fill his file with. But he only shakes his head reluctantly.Â
âAright then, what should we talk about?âÂ
Thereâs a beat of silence before he responds. âYou?â
âWell, whoâs the forward one now,â you joke, though the weak laugh he lets out tells you heâs far from kidding. If he were any other patient, in any other situation, youâd be prepared to refuse this request as per hospital guidelines. But from the shaky tone in his voice and the sight of his injuries, you can tell just how much he needs this - and so you oblige.Â
âWhat do you want to know?âÂ
âLetâs start with,â he pauses to let out a pained groan as you continue cleaning his wounds, âyour name?âÂ
With one hand holding the cotton ball to his back, you lift the other to tug the lanyard holding your student ID off your neck and into his line of sight.Â
âNice photo,â he laughs as he takes it, pointing out your less-than-flattering headshot.Â
âDonât,â you threaten, though you feel comforted at the sound of his laughter, a more genuine one this time.Â
âIt doesnât do you justice, youâre a lot better looking in real life.âÂ
âAlright, remind me to check you for a concussion later as well.âÂ
âNo, Iâm being serious!âÂ
âJust be quiet will you,â you huff, and he does as you say - giving you time to toss away the soaked-through cotton balls and reach for your bandages.Â
âStudent?â he pipes up again, eyes scanning your card.Â
âYeah, Iâm here on placement.âÂ
âSo youâre not a nurse?âÂ
âNot yet.âÂ
âDonât take this the wrong way, but shouldnât an actual doctor be doing this? Or at least, I donât know, watching you?âÂ
âItâs been really busy this afternoon so my supervisor is,â you pause, trying your best to come up with a sensible excuse, âhelping other patients.Â
âRight,â he hums.Â
âWhy, am I not doing good enough?âÂ
âNo IÂ didnât say that!â You let out a laugh at his defensive tone, and the way he whips around to look at you apologetically with round eyes.Â
âIâm kidding, though if you would feel more comfortable I can get you an older doctor.âÂ
âNo, definitely not! I like you,â he blurts out, and itâs clear he hasnât thought his words completely through by the way he continues to ramble a second after. âI mean, you know, an older doctor would probably like give me a lecture on road safety or something,â he follows up. As he turns around you can see the slight red tinge at the tips of his ears, causing you to let out an amused hum in agreeable as you finish patching him up.Â
âWait since youâre not a proper nurse yet,â he pipes up again a sly expression on his face, âdo you still have to follow all the rules and things like that?âÂ
âWell, yes, Iâm basically working here,â you reply, a little concerned.Â
âSo does that mean itâd be unprofessional for you to give me your number, you know since Iâm your patient and everything?âÂ
This is the first thing heâs said thatâs managed to actually catch you off guard, and even years of medical school isnât enough to help you come up with an answer. âWh- well, anyways Iâve done the best I can but you have gotten knocked up pretty bad,â you say, opting to switch the topic, âso Iâd probably recommend staying overnight just so we can keep an eye on you.âÂ
You turn to pack up the equipment you havenât used and grab his clipboard to make a couple notes. Behind you though, he lets out a pained groan - piquing your interest.Â
âDonât worry, itâll just be for one or two nights and weâll try our best to make it as comfortable as possible.âÂ
âI know doc, itâs just that-â he starts, turning around to face you.Â
âWhy, got a girlfriend to get home to?âÂ
He lets out an amused scoff, âas if, I just have other things to get to.âÂ
âRight, well,â you clear your throat, a little embarrassed at having made a wrong assumption, âwe physically cannot let you go, not in this state - consider it doctorâs orders.âÂ
He sighs again, though his tone is less annoyed now, and slightly more nervous. âIâve just,â he pauses, searching for the right words, âI donât know, hospitals kind of creep me out.âÂ
You spin around, a newfound tenderness in your expression as you look at him, âOh, I see.âÂ
âI know itâs embarrassing, you know, since Iâm a biker or whatever but-âÂ
You take a couple steps closer to him, eyes scanning over his bare chest and up to his right collarbone which dons a thick scar which you can tell is from a surgery a long time ago. You gesture to it with a gloved hand, âThat got anything to do with it?âÂ
His expression turns a little shy as his hand comes up to feel at what youâre taking about, âpartially.âÂ
âDonât worry, they used to freak me out too but, I-, we, will make sure itâs as comfortable for you as possible.â He still looks a little reluctant but slips his shirt back on and heads to grab his things. The two of you walk out of the emergency room and out into the hallway. The hospital seems to have quietened down a little, the chaos from earlier being replaced by a sort of serene quiet as patients and doctors shuffle around. The two of you make your way up to the inpatient unit, where you manage to find Franco his own room for the night.Â
âPlus, this way weâll have plenty of time for you to fill me in on the details of how you ended up like this, and maybe how you got that lovely scar if Iâm lucky enough.â You say as you gesture for him to go inside the room thatâll house him for the next day or so.Â
âAnd if Iâm lucky enough, maybe time to talk you into giving me your number,â he laughs as he sits down on the bed.Â
You shake your head as you let out a soft laugh, already walking out of the room, âGoodnight Franco.âÂ
âSee you tomorrow, Doc.âÂ
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chapter fifteen: the taste of you
chapter summary: two weeks have passed and so many things about your life have changed.
warnings: almost entirely smut, but outside of that warnings for allusions to her attack, discussion of triggers, some ptsd symptoms, and there is a moment during sex that reader is triggered but they help her through. smut including: fingering, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), absolutely dripping wet messy sex, squirting, rough blowjob, cum on reader, cum in reader lol, knotting and all things a/b/o, ass play, double penetration, some amount of m/m that surprised them all, tears during sex but not dacryphilia, lots and lots of orgasms, basically she almost passes away from cumming pls enjoy
notes: more to come, thank you all for waiting for me đ©”
pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader
genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory
word count: 17k (iâm back with a bang no pun intended)
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Someone has been stuck to your side all day. If it isnât Yunho in the hall, itâs Mingi by the front door, San in the gym, Seonghwa getting you coffee, and Wooyoung walking you from room to room. After almost two weeks of reacclimating back to the studio and feeling more like yourself, your sudden shadows throw you for a loop.
They know something.
It isnât until Mingi nearly walks into the bathroom with you that you spin on your heel and give him a soft push backwards to clear some space.
âWhatâs wrong?â He straightens up immediately.
âWith me?â Your brows go high, âNothing, Iâm feeling great. I am wondering why you feel the need to come pee with me, though,â
He blushes red, âShit,â he steps back, âsorry,â
âIs something going on?â Your eyes narrow, âI feel like Iâve been assigned a secret service detail but no one told me,â
He chews at the inside of his lip and then finally sighs, âDonât freak out,â
âNot a great start,â You point out.
âYouâre perfectly safe,â He adds, taking a step forward.
âAlso not good,â Your stomach flips, âMingi, whatâs happening?â
âMinseok is getting out of the hospital today,â He says in a rush, âand Iâm sure he wonât show up here, heâs not an idiot, but it would make me feel better if I knew you were with someone,â
âOh,â You relax back against the wall.
âYouâre not upset?â
âThat you want to keep me safe?â You smile, âNo, Iâm not upset,â
âIt just has us a little on edge,â He tells you honestly, âbut we didnât want to worry you with how much better youâve been doing,â
âWhoâs we?â You smile.
âUm,â He taps his phone, unlocking it and glancing down at a series of messages, âme and Yunho, obviously. Seonghwa, Woo, and San,â
You crane your neck to see the screen and laugh immediately at the name of the group chat, ây/n Protection Squad?â
âThat was all Woo,â Mingi blushes again and tucks away his phone, âyou know him,â
âMhm,â You raise an eyebrow.
âWe probably should have told you,â He concedes.
âProbably,â You nod, âbut honestly itâs cute,â
âWe just,â He trails off, âwell you know,â
âYeah,â You tap the edge of his phone, âif youâre reporting my coordinates to each other though⊠you could just text me. Actually, hold on,â
You pull out your own phone and scroll through the settings until you find the right thing, âThere,â you smile up at him, âyou and Yunho have my location now,â
His eyes widen, âOh,â
âIf youâre worried,â You shrug, âI trust you both not to abuse it.â
He flicks through his own settings, âNow you have mine,â he says, âIâm sure Yunho will do the same once we talk to him,â
âThanks,â You smile and tuck your phone away.
He doesnât move, he just stays steady next to you as if heâs waiting for you to say something more.
With a curt jerk of your head behind you, you say, âOkay, but I think Iâm safe in the bathroom,â
âRight,â He takes a big step back, âsorry, babe,â
âDonât be sorry,â You reach out and squeeze his arm, âIâm heading for the gym after this if youâre looking for me,â
âCool,â He smiles, âthanks,â
âMhm,â You start to back up through the swinging door into the bathroom, and as you do you watch him quickly tap out a text on his phone. No doubt a report that youâre heading to the gym and wondering whoâs in there already.
In any other circumstance this level of hovering would bother you, but they more than mean well. Even though you know Minseok wonât pop up out of nowhere, he truly would have no rational reason to, the presence of your pack around you and the family youâve built at the studio backing you up, it means everything for your level of comfort here.
The past two weeks have been a dream. Not every second of it, of course, especially with everything it took to reacclimate to work, but having a new home with them has been everything. In the span of a week Yunho and Mingi helped clear you out of your old apartment and break your lease, breakdown the bedrooms at their apartment to transition Mingiâs old room into a shared bedroom, and installed a pack bed that had more than enough room for you and both your alphas.
In the gym you find Wooyoung, lounging on one of the stationary bikes playing on his phone.
âDid Mingi send you?â You tease him immediately.
He grins, âMaybe,â
âYou could have told me he was getting out today,â You nudge him as you pass by, sitting on your own bike.
âI know,â He pockets his phone and turns towards you on the seat, âbut I didnât want you to be anxious.â
âFair,â
He drags a hand through his hair and sighs, âHey, listen,â he says, âcan you tell Yunho Iâm not going to make it by this weekend?â
Your eyes narrow, âThat depends,â you say, âare you two going to let me in on your weird little secret plans?â
Wooyoung smirks.
For the past week ever since Yunho had moved into the larger bedroom his old room was closed tight, and every few days Wooyoung was stopping by to see you but also to slip away with Yunho and work on something.
âItâs a nest, right?â You prod him, âwhat else would he be so secretive about?â
âDonât ruin the surprise,â Wooyoung rolls his eyes, âlet the man do a nice thing for his girlfriend,â
That word is new, along with other words that sum up what you are to each other. Partners, pack, lovers, mates, girlfriend, boyfriends, itâs all tangled up and happening fast but your stomach doesnât do a nervous flip like it used to, you just feel warm.
âTraditionally, I think Iâm supposed to make my own nest,â You point out.
âHe knows that,â Wooyoung rolls his eyes, âthatâs why he called me. Now my lips are sealed, stop asking.â
âFine,â
He pulls at the front of his shirt to get some airflow and sighs, âSo, youâll tell him?â
âOh,â You nod, remembering his original question, âsure, is something up this weekend?â
He looks at you and raises his brows, âIâm due for a heat,â he explains, âand I just started feeling achy this morning,â
âGot it,â You nod, âcan I get you anything?â
He shakes his head, âNo, Iâm fine, Iâll probably take tomorrow off and then see where the weekend goes,â
âIâll be around,â You let him know, âI can deliver ice cream and sexy magazines,â
âShut up,â He smirks.
âWait,â You smile, âwhat are you doing about Yeosang?â
His face falls entirely. Theyâve been nearly inseparable since they met, even though you yourself still havenât met him. But youâve learned enough about him by proxy that you think heâs the right kind of guy for your best friend.
Wooyoung fiddles with the edge of his t-shirt, âI donât know,â
âYouâll tell him?â You ask.
âSure,â His voice sounds strained, âI mean⊠I donât know how else to explain disappearing for three days.â
âMhm,â You leave him the space to keep working it out.
âI really donât think he should meet San and Hwa during,â He says, âI was planning on introducing them beforehand, but you know, that never really worked out.â
âWoo,â You get his attention, âI think you should have whoever you want for your heat, not worry about that,â
âIâm not even sure heâd want to be there,â Wooyoung blushes a bit, looking down, âwe keep avoiding the topic.â
âYou met like a month ago,â You point out, ânot even,â
âSo?â
âIâm saying itâs not weird it hasnât come up,â You soothe him, and you can see clearly how close to his heat he is if his emotions are this on edge, âbecause the relationship is new.â
âOh,â He deflates.
âYou should get home,â You reach across, giving his shoulder a squeeze, ârelax and figure out what you want to do, and then talk to them.â
âI know,â He sighs, âyouâre right,â
Silence settles for a moment, and you consider starting up a cardio routine on the bike, but you actually want nothing less today, somethingâs been itching at you and taking your focus, and with the knowledge that Minseok is out it feels like now or never. With Wooyoung being down for the count next to you, any lingering motivation you would have had flies right out the window.
âOkay,â You stretch your arms and hop up, âif Coach Choi asks, I did forty-five minutes,â
Wooyoung snorts a laugh, âFucking same,â
Itâs late in the day, you should probably pack up your things anyways. The halls have quieted down, the gym relatively empty, and short of Mingi and Yunho finishing their work in the back reviewing next steps and mocking up the next schedule, youâre almost done for the day.
A flickering memory passes through you.
âHey,â You nudge Wooyoung again, âcan you please wait to report my whereabouts for like twenty minutes?â
âWhy?â He counters.
Youâre quiet, and you give him a look.
He knows where youâre going in a heartbeat, âYou want me to come with you?â
You shake your head, âNo, I want to do this alone.â
âOkay,â He murmurs, âbut text me if you need,â
âI will,â
He watches you go, but you ignore the pressing eyes at your back. Now with twenty minutes of freedom, you check that the hall is empty and move quickly down the one direction youâve hated walking these past two weeks.
You havenât been into that particular studio room since it happened. The first day back to work was strange, full of nervous energy and people who didnât quite want to meet your eyes without some form of uncomfortable pity, but day two was better. You made the right jokes, you smiled wide, and as long as you didnât acknowledge that room, everything was fine. Now that two weeks have passed, itâs like this room doesnât even exist and everyoneâs adapted to that new reality without a peep.
So far youâve passed the door eight times and each time youâve done a damn good job of not even making eye contact with it, barely even thinking about it, not even a little bit.
But something about today is different, maybe that itâs late in the day again, the sunlight dropping in the sky and the halls quieter than theyâve been since you came back. Maybe itâs the new knowledge heâs walking around free. You donât know exactly what pulls you right in front of the tightly shut studio door, but something deep in your gut does and you find yourself staring at the wood grain, palms slick and trembling against your thighs. It takes a few minutes to hype yourself up enough to push through the door, your stomach a churning mess of knots and images flickering in your mind, but at the count of three whispered on your lips you finally do it.
For some reason your mind expects a dark room, shattered glass, streaks of blood, and Minseok standing in the middle of it all waiting for you, thatâs the last thought that rockets across your brain as you stumble over the threshold, but itâs so far and away the opposite that it takes the rug right out from under you.
The room is bright and completely normal, no glass or horror to be seen, and Choi San is seated right in the middle of the floor with one leg extended as he stretches out his muscles. Itâs clear from his expression that you startled him a bit, all but falling into the room with flushed cheeks and nervous eyes, but he calms immediately.
He straightens his spine and meets your eyes in the mirror, âHey,â
âUh,â You pry your hand away from the door handle, âhey,â
âYou alright?â His head tilts slightly as he looks at you.
âSure,â You answer, a little too quickly, âsorry, I didnât know you were in here,â
âMhm,â He nods, and for a moment heâs quiet, waiting for you to say something.
âIâll just,â You start, your foot sliding backwards so you can make a quick exit.
San just shakes his head, pushing himself up to his feet and turning towards you, âCome in,â
âEh,â Youâre ready to back out now, he just has to let you.
ây/n,â He beckons you forward with a jerk of his head, âyou clearly are trying to get past this and Iâm in your way, come in. Iâll let you do that,â
Your mouth is dry and it feels a little like being caught under a microscope with how accurate his assessment is.
San takes your silence as a yes and grabs his hoodie from the floor, smiling close-lipped at you as he moves to the side. Suddenly heâs no longer in the mirror in front of you, and memories start to flood back of the last time you were alone in this practice room, last time this door opened and someone appeared behind you in the reflection.
âSan!â You spin on your heel, reaching to catch him before heâs truly gone.
âHey,â He soothes you, gently passing a hand down your upper arm, âtake a breath, youâre safe.â
âS-stay?â You manage it, your nails digging into his skin through the thick fabric of his sweatshirt, âFor a second?â
He softens, âLet me get Yunho and Mingi,â
You shake your head, âPlease donât.â
His brows knit together, âWhy not?â
You swallow tightly, feeling the entire scene playing out behind you, and you could swear that if you just turned around you could see it all. Your body on the floor, your alphas above you, the flooding, rushing water in your ears of subspace.
ây/n,â San prompts you again, âwhy donât you want your alphas?â
Sanâs thumb strokes a tender line into your skin, waiting for your answer and you exhale slowly as you center yourself, âThey worry for me,â
âMhm,â He nods, but lets you continue.
âThey wanted me to take more time off,â You explain, âbut Iâm ready to be here,â
He waits another beat, and then lays his other hand over your tense fingers, pulling them gently away from his sleeve, âAre you?â
You swallow tightly, âWork, yes,â you tell him, âthis room is hard.â
âLetâs go then,â He murmurs, tugging at your hand just a little as if to draw you out of the room, down the hall, and right back into your alphas arms, but you shake your head.
âCan you just wait a minute?â You finally ask, âMaybe what I need is a Choi San pep talk,â
He sighs heavily, his hands dropping away from you. For a second you think heâs going to leave, and then he moves around you to the center of the studio to plop right back down onto the floor, âCome on then,â
The knots release at his tone and you follow him. Your body is still full of nerves, but youâve been in this studio a hundred other times before and right now thereâs no Minseok. Youâre not alone, youâre with your friend.
San smiles up at you and waves you down to the floor, âStretch,â
âI already stretched,â You tell him as you ease yourself down next to him.
âStretch again,â He prompts you, âitâs good for you.â
You huff a laugh through closed lips, extending the lines of your body out to mirror him and he nods in approval. Itâs quiet for a little while, your bodies shifting into familiar positions one after another, moving silently in sync. San watches you in the mirror, correcting your form without saying a word, until he finally breaks the silence.
âItâs just a room,â He says, âthatâs all it is now.â
Tight pinpricks of tears play at the edges of your vision but you clear your throat and nod, âI know,â
âThereâs not a trace of him left,â San adds.
The words donât quite make sense and you finally look away from him in the mirror to turn towards him, âWhat?â
He drops his arms out of another stretch and turns to you, âHeâs gone,â he clarifies, âall his things, his scent, recordings, all of it.â
âW-who,â You start, but you know, âwhen did you do that?â
âThat night,â He answers you with ease, âI just want you to know you wonât run into a trace of him here, not in this room, not anywhere.â
Your throat tightens.
âI canât do much,â He explains, resting a hand on your knee, âIâm not an omega like Woo, and weâre notâŠâ he searches for the right words but settles with a sigh, âweâre not close like you and Seonghwa, but youâre my friend and weâve been through things together. I did what I could do for you,â
âSan,â You manage, eyes swimming now, âI canât believe you did all that,â
He gives your knee a squeeze, âItâs nothing,â he assures, âyou deserve to feel safe here. You are safe here.â
You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly, âThank you,â
He holds you gingerly, one hand pressed between your shoulder blades as he nods.
It takes you a moment to get yourself under control, emotions swirling, but finally you drop back out of the hug and sweep your fingertips under your watery eyes to clear the potential tears.
âMingi said,â He starts, catching himself with a heavy sigh before continuing, âhe said you dropped the charges?â
âYeah,â
âWhy?â He asks genuinely.
For as perceptive as San is sometimes, heâs clueless about one thing. You sigh, not sure whether you should point out the glaring Seonghwa shaped blindspot in his peripherals, âNothing would be worth any of you getting in trouble,â
âYouâre worth that,â San points out calmly, âwe all did what we did for a reason, weâre not inherently violent men, y/n.â
âI know that,â You nod.
âMm,â He shakes his head and adjusts his position on the hardwood floor, âwhatâs done is done, but we were all willing to take some consequences for you. Youâre our friend, our teammate. Youâre Yunho and Mingiâs omega too, youâre⊠youâre a person and what Minseok did to you was wrong.â
âI know,â You repeat, finding his hand and squeezing it tightly, âbut this is what I want. I want to go back to normal with my family and be happy, itâs been too long since weâve had that,â
He nods, giving your hand a squeeze back. You can see that thereâs a protest on his tongue, an argument to be made about whatâs right and wrong, but he holds himself back.
In the quiet, honesty floods forward on your tongue, âI also wasnât going to let Seonghwa ask for a single dime from his parents again,â
Sanâs fingers tighten involuntarily and his head snaps to the side, âWhat?â
âYou heard me,â
Sanâs jaw pulses and relaxes, and then he separates your hands, dragging his own through his mess of black hair with a heavy sigh. You let him sit with it for a moment, nothing feeling quite right to say at the moment.
He nods finally and turns his head towards you just a little, âHe told you?â
âYes,â
âAnd,â San starts, but any words he might have fall short, he looks to you for something more.
âHe hasnât taken money from them in a while,â You start off, and Sanâs eyes widen just slightly, âI wasnât going to let him get dragged back into their shit for me,â
San swallows.
âHe misses you,â You offer, âand I know you miss him too.â
He looks away again, his hands clenching tight into fists and then releasing. ây/n,â He says, âyou shouldnât get involved,â
âIâm not,â You want to reach out and take his hand, but from his body language you know itâs a bad idea, âI havenât said anything about this in months, but Iâm as much a friend to you as I am to Seonghwa, so I would never lie to you.â
He considers your words for a long beat, and then he sighs, âWas forgiving them worth it?â
âYunho and Mingi?â
He nods.
âYes,â You tell him unequivocally, âbut Sannie, they had to forgive me too.â
He shifts on the floor, this time wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, and you let your arms fold around him in the embrace. You run one hand up and down his back, hoping it gives him some amount of comfort even if it's small.
âI do miss him,â He murmurs, âall the time,â
âI did too,â You confess, âeven when I was angry,â
Footsteps behind you both send a chill through you, and you jump at the sound.
âItâs alright,â San soothes you, glancing into the mirror to see whoâs come in, âitâs just your alphas,â
You break away from Sanâs hug to look, needing to see for yourself, but feel your body fully relax at the sight of them.
âHey,â Yunho gives a close-lipped smile, concern clearly visible in his expression, âyou guys okay?â
âMhm,â San nods, pushing off the floor, âall good,â
Yunho and Mingi both look at you.
âSan was helping me be back in here,â You tell them honestly, âbut Iâm okay,â
Mingi helps you to your feet with an outstretched hand and once youâre up, he cups your cheek to bring your eyes up to his, âYou sure?â
You nod, quietly communicating with your eyes that if thereâs anything to say it should be said privately.
âI should go,â San says, grabbing his bag off the floor by the mirrors.
Pulling back you catch him before he jogs out, âThank you, seriously,â
He nods, âYou too,â
He gives a courtesy nod to Yunho and Mingi, and jogs out faster than anyone can ask any follow ups.
Theyâre quiet for a moment, but even just a second or two of strange silence in this room after being triggered is enough to make your skin crawl, and you reach for Yunhoâs hand.
âJagi?â He checks.
âCan we get out of here, please?â
Mingi grabs your things, âLetâs go,â
Yunho presses a warm kiss to your forehead as he turns to leave, tucking you under his arm, âCome on,â
In the hall, Mingi finds your free hand and twines your fingers together, âOkay?â
âMostly,â You sigh now that youâre on your way out of the building and wrapped up in their comforting scents, âI think we can start having practices in there again, but maybe not all of them right away?â
Mingiâs hand pulses in yours, but Yunho speaks first, âIf youâre ready for that, Iâll shift Friday afternoons back in there.â
âIâm ready,â You nod.
The three of you make your way out into the streets of Seoul, and Yunho smiles, âThat way if itâs tough, at least itâs Friday and you can just come home and relax with us.â
âSmart,â Mingi comments.
Your chest warms, âThatâs perfect, I love you.â
Those words have been coming more easily ever since the kitchen, but you watch the tips of Yunhoâs ears go pink still, âI love you too,â
âIs San alright?â Mingi asks as you approach the car, âhe seemed off,â
âHeâs got some things going on, but he will be.â Itâs not your place, not with something like this.
He nods, and as Yunho unlocks the car he slides into the backseat and reaches out a hand for you, âLetâs go home.â
You slide into his side, wondering a little about what San will do next. Part of you wants to smack him and tell him heâs being an idiot and he needs to get over this and thereâs no sense in talking yourself out of happiness, but you didnât listen to advice like that when you were making all the same mistakes. You have to let him come to it in his own time.
As the car pulls away you catch a message on your phone from Wooyoung.
Heading home - you good?
You tap back a fast reply - All good. Focus on your heat, and CALL YEOSANG.
Thanks Mom. - He replies.
You let your phone drop, and Mingiâs hand lands warmly on your thigh to give you a squeeze. The thought of Wooyoung going into heat is making your mind flick back to your own. His hands, this car, the way Yunho glances at you in the rearview mirror. Itâs all seared into your memory from a different time.
Not only that, and youâre a little ashamed to admit it, but thereâs something to be said for the way your alphas flanked you all day just to keep you safe. After ten hours of it, youâre a little addicted to the way Yunhoâs hand feels on the small of your back or the weight of Mingiâs hand on your thigh. If anyone at the studio was unaware of your relationship, itâs crystal clear now. They kept close to you as if Minseok was around any corner, and you suspect their intensity was as much for them as it was for you.
They stay stuck to you until youâre all safely back in the apartment, and then suddenly with the door locked tight behind you, they fall away. Mingi stretches and yawns, dropping his coat on a hook by the door before disappearing into the kitchen to start dinner. Yunho drops a perfunctory kiss on the crown of your head and mentions that heâs going to change, and then youâre standing in the foyer by yourself.
Itâs been days since youâve felt something stirring in you, possibly even weeks. You havenât had room to feel that pull in your gut, heat flushing your cheeks, wetness pooling in your core. Youâve been too busy and too stressed to be horny, but suddenly youâre full of wanting.
Youâre not in heat, nowhere even close, but with the sudden way you need to touch them it almost feels like that.
Your cunt is throbbing.
At the sound of a pan making contact with the stovetop in the kitchen, your legs start moving.
Mingi glances to the side when he sees you enter the kitchen and he smiles, âHey, babe,â
âCan dinner wait?â You say in a rush.
His brows draw together and he turns towards you, âWhatâs up?â
âI just,â You canât help but get distracted by his muscled arms, the dip of his chest where his tank top cuts low, âmaybe we should order in,â
âI thought you wanted japchae?â He nods towards the pan to his side.
You all but pounce on him when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug his lips down to meet yours, pressing the length of your body against his and panting gently against his lips, âMingi,â
He makes a muffled sigh, his hands closing on your waist as he holds you up, his body relaxing into yours naturally, âBabe?â
âShh,â You shake your head a little, your hand skating down his chest and over his nipple.
He shudders and you feel him responding instantly, hardening against your belly. His mouth parts, tongue dipping past your lips to flick along yours, hot breath warm and welcome against your cheek.
Your body pulses with need, and the thick perfume of your scent fills the kitchen. Mingiâs hands tighten as he inhales the rich syrupy honey and he breaks the kiss, âBaby,â he softens and finds your eyes, âwhenâs your heat?â
âNot now,â You shake your head and brush him off, pulling at his t-shirt again in an attempt to drag his lips to yours, âitâs not for at least another month,â
âThen whatâs gotten into you?â He asks, angling away to try and get to the bottom of your sudden neediness.
You know it technically isnât a rejection, but god it still feels like one, and you push back two steps to clear some space, âNothing,â you sigh, âsorry,â
âWhoa, whoa,â Mingi shakes his head and catches your hand in his, âwherever your brain just went, youâre wrong,â
âIf youâre not in the mood,â Embarrassment feels thick around you and you canât quite meet his eyes.
Mingi laughs sharply and steps close again, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your hair, âI have never not been in the mood with you, babe,â
You swallow tightly, nodding into his chest.
âBut,â He adds, âitâs been a while since weâve done anything, and ever since⊠youâve been tense every time things get a little heated,â
âIâm sorry,â You breathe.
âWhy in the world are you apologizing?â Mingi groans and separates from you so he can look at you eye to eye, his hands cupping your cheeks.
Your throat tightens. Thereâs a million reasons you feel sorry, but you sigh into him and lean against his warm palm, âI feel like I canât get my shit together, itâs a lot for you both to put up with. I just want to want you, I want it to be like it was. I donât want him here, I⊠I donât know,â
Mingi listens patiently, but as you start to lose steam he nods, âGot it,â he steps forward and scoops you up into his arms, âthis is more serious than I thought,â
âM-Mingi, what are you doing?â You grip his shoulders as he maneuvers you bridal style into his arms before carrying you out into the next room.
âYunho!â Mingi calls as he heads for the hall, âGet out here,â
He doesnât stop at Yunhoâs bedroom door though, instead he pushes further down the hall to his bedroom - your bedroom. The room doesnât quite feel like yours yet, but with the changes heâs made to the space to welcome you and Yunho into it, and the addition of the sprawling pack bed, you know it will start to feel more and more like yours everyday.
Behind Mingi you hear Yunhoâs old bedroom door open and a questioning sound, but you barely hear it as Mingi stops at the foot of the bed and plops you straight down in the center of it.
âWhat,â You start to ask, but Mingi turns from you as Yunho follows into the room.
âWhatâs going on?â He asks, glancing between the two of you.
âOur girlfriend,â He smiles at the word, keeping his eyes on you while he addresses Yunho, âseems to be under the impression that sheâs too much for us to put up with,â
You open your mouth to protest, but Yunhoâs head snaps to yours, âWhat?â
âMm,â Mingi nods, âridiculous, I know, but she seems to think having a completely normal response to a traumatic incident is a lot for us to deal with,â
Your cheeks grow hot, âMingi, stop,â
âI was gone for three minutes,â Yunhoâs brow furrows, âwhat could have happened in three minutes?â
ây/n tried to jump my bones,â Mingi grins.
âYouâre leaving out the part where you rejected me,â You canât stop the words, the way he pushed you away in the kitchen still stinging.
He reaches for you then, his hand closing around your ankle to drag you down the bed so that youâre seated on the edge. You let out a small noise of surprise, but before you can work out what heâs doing, heâs dropped your foot and crouched in front of you, wide hands resting on your hips.
âNot a rejection,â He shakes his head, face far more serious, âa question.â
âWhat was the question?â Yunho asks, moving further into the room. He leaves you both space, but leans his hips against the dresser behind Mingi.
âI want to know whatâs gotten into you,â Mingi reaches up, brushing your cheek gingerly and moving to stroke your hair, âbecause I want nothing more than to have you, pretty much every second of every day, but never at the expense of hurting you.â
âO-oh,â You soften a little at that.
Mingi lips turn up slightly in a smile, âYouâre not too much,â he says quietly, âyouâre not something for us to put up with, and you donât have to apologize to us for anything. Yunho, back me up here,â
He takes a steady breath in, moving to crouch next to Mingi, âThereâs nothing to put up with,â he says, âthereâs just this thing that happened that we have to work through together and thatâs not an obligation. You and what you need are not obligations.â
Warmth pricks at your eyes and your stomach flutters.
âI also think thereâs something you may not realize,â Mingi adds, drawing your attention back to him, âbut Yunho and I are also scared of hurting you, or triggering something by accident.â
Yunho nods immediately, one hand finding your thigh to give you a comforting squeeze.
âYeah?â
âEverytime you freeze up or flinch I wonder if I should have touched you differently, or not touched you at all,â Yunho admits.
Mingi nods, âThe minute I catch the scent of your fear, Iâm right back in that room with you. What happened affected all of us, thereâs going to be things we both do that you have to deal with too, does that make sense?â
The knot between your shoulders releases and you sigh, âYeah,â
âLike today, if you hadnât been with one of us all day I think I would have gone insane,â Mingi offers.
Yunho swallows tightly and nods, âCompletely insane,â
You canât help but smile, âYou both seemed pretty relaxed,â
âThatâs because I could see you,â Yunho smiles, stroking his hand up and down your thigh, âwith Minseok out in the world again our protective instincts are in hyperdrive, sweetheart,â
âIâm,â You start to say, but Mingi cuts you off.
âDonât you dare say youâre sorry,â He sighs.
âI wasnât,â You nudge him with your knee, âI was going to say that Iâm glad,â
âOh,â He deflates.
âI feel bad that thereâs a reason for you to feel so tense,â You clarify a little, âbut to have you both there for me like that? All I felt was safe, all day.â
âGood,â Yunho brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a kiss there, âthatâs good.â
âHonestly,â You laugh a little, âI liked it,â
âWell that was obvious,â Mingi squeezes your hip, âfrom the way you perfumed all over me,â
âShut up,â You blush again.
âMm,â Yunho teases a little, âprotective alphas get you hot, hmm?â
âOh my god,â You roll your eyes, but the flutter in your lower belly tends to agree with him.
Mingi smiles, but clears his throat and starts to sober, âAlso, babe,â he squeezes you, âas much as I wanted to fuck you over the kitchen counter, I donât think the first time we have sex outside of your heat should be so careless,â
Your face drops, realization stretching into you, âYouâre right,â
âWe need to take our time,â Mingi murmurs, âespecially when we arenât sure of your triggers yet,â
âDefinitely,â Yunho nods.
âThat makes sense,â You sigh.
âSo,â Mingiâs hands slide off you then and he rocks back on his heels, clapping Yunho on the shoulder as he stands, âdonât apologize like that again,â
You feel a little like the world has tilted again.
âI can get dinner going,â Mingi starts to say, and you catch a confused flicker in Yunhoâs eyes too as he turns from you to look up at his best friend.
âMingi,â You try to interrupt him but heâs focused elsewhere, still rambling on about dinner, âMingi!â
âWhat?â He turns around, eyes a little wide.
âAre you really not going to fuck me after all that?â You manage.
He shifts from foot to foot and where he had all the right things to say a moment ago, now he seems at a loss for words, âI didnât think youâd want to after today, with the studio and we were just talking about him,â
Yunho waits, looking back up at you.
âIâm not that fragile,â You shake your head, âand heâs been in my head all day. He always is,â
Yunhoâs jaw tightens and releases.
âAnd youâre right, we should take a little slow,â You tell them, âbut Iâm ready to figure that out together, I want you both so badly itâs driving me crazy,â
Mingiâs tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he takes a step back towards you both, âYouâre sure?â
âMingi,â You sigh, âbaby, Iâm sure, Iâm ready to climb the walls Iâm so horny, and I just really wanted one night where,â
Your words are cut off instantly, Yunho launching up into your space to catch you in a frenzied kiss, your legs parting open to let him crowd you more closely. You moan against his lips, hands finding their way into his hair, your hot center pressed up against his stomach as he dips you back into the sheets.
âOh, thank god,â Your hips buck up into him as you moan, your head falling back to the mattress.
He takes a deep inhale, shivering in your arms, âYou smelling this good outside of your heat should be illegal,â
âYeah?â You pant, pulling him back to your mouth for another kiss.
âMhm,â He hums against your lips, âitâs enough to send me into a rut, baby,â
You shudder, the thought of him rutting endlessly into you is enough to make you come, but when you go to pull him closer again you feel this time itâs not you who froze up, but Yunho.
âH-hey,â You lean back a little, smoothing the hair out of his face and catching his guilty expression, âwhatâs wrong?â
Mingi stands stock still to the side, his arms crossed and a serious expression across his face.
âI didnât mean to say that,â He shakes his head, âI just meant youâre perfect, youâre⊠I didnât mean that,â
It takes a second for your brain to catch up, but the penny drops when you think of Minseok. His excuses, his pleas, all the things he must have said to them to try to weasel out of his actions while you were trapped in headspace.
âOkay,â You shuffle back a little and sit up, reaching up for Mingi, âcan you please come over here? Youâre making me nervous standing around like a bodyguard,â
He drops his arms and nods, finding a place next to you on the bed, hands in his lap.
âFunny enough,â You catch Yunhoâs eye, âthe thought of you in a rut didnât bother me at all,â
Yunhoâs expression clears a bit, âIt didnât?â
You shake your head, âNo,â you explain, âif it bothers you, then thatâs different, but if youâre just worried about upsetting me,â
Yunho sighs heavily, dropping his forehead to your thighs as he sinks back to a kneeling seat on the floor, âWeâre a mess,â
âFully,â You laugh lightly, âweâre never going to christen this bed if we keep walking on eggshells,â
Mingiâs shoulders relax, and he reaches to press a hand to your upper back, fingers lightly curling around the sides of your neck. A pleasant, unexpected thrill passes through you at the sensation, and quietly you catalog it. Your neck has been such a sore, sensitive spot since the incident, but right now Mingiâs hand feels right.
âWhat do we do?â Yunho kisses your thighs and leans back up, âI donât think either one of us is willing to hurt you,â
Mingi shakes his head.
âAccidentally triggering me isnât willingness to hurt me,â You correct him softly, âand triggering me doesnât necessarily mean I fall to pieces,â
He nods a little.
âLike what you did last week,â You point out to him, âwhen you kissed my neck,â
Gears start to turn in his brain, you watch it happening as his expression changes and you and Mingi both stay quiet while he works it out.
Finally, Yunho nods, âWhat triggers do we know about?â
âWhen you touch my neck,â The easiest, and most obvious.
You all think for a moment, and Mingi clears his throat, âYou get jumpy when weâre both behind you,â
âThatâs true,â You nod, âwhen I canât see either of you,â
âOkay,â Yunho nods, âwhat else?â
You donât want to think through the incident, not right now, but your mind skips over little moments the past few weeks and all the ways youâve been on edge. Your eyes flick up to the space on the wall above the dresser, to the large reflection that stretches across the wall, âMirrors,â
âGood,â Yunho dips forward and kisses you quickly on the forehead before standing, âgive me a hand with this,â he says to Mingi.
Your other alpha responds immediately, and you watch as they lift the mirror up off the wall with ease and maneuver it out of the room without a second thought, silently communicating with each other the entire time.
Emotion fills your chest, warmth spreading through you when they cross back into the room looking accomplished. Yunho takes a seat next to you on the edge of the bed and offers you a hand, âAnything else?â
You slip your hand into his as Mingi does the same on your opposite side. You chew the inside of your lip, thinking once again through all the potential pockets of fear. Minseokâs voice echoes in your head - Submit. Heel. Donât move an inch.
âTone,â You offer quietly, âI canât do that,â
Itâs something some couples play with in bed, youâve learned that in your research over the past couple of weeks into subspace and how it works. Some omegas want their alpha to use tone, they relish in the floating disconnection of subspace and the way their body becomes pliant and limp at the hands of their partner. You canât imagine it, you canât imagine ever wanting to release that level of control again.
Mingiâs hand grips yours, and he shakes his head, jaw too tightly clenched to form words.
âHey,â Yunho soothes you, wrapping his arms around you, âthatâs not even on the table, itâs not even near the table, okay? We might mess up in other ways without knowing, but I promise you, weâll never do that with this. Tone isnât something you use by mistake,â
You nod, and Mingi interjects softly, âYou have to want it, you have to put intention behind it to push an omega to comply, thatâs not something we can fuck up in the heat of the moment,â
âOkay,â The nerves in your stomach settle.
âIf youâre worried though,â Yunho smooths a hand down your back, âwe can be a little more careful about giving you directions, or being bossy,â
âBeing alphas?â You laugh and shake your head, âNo, no honestly Iâve always liked that and I donât want this fear to ruin that,â
âOkay,â He nods, a soft smile on his lips, âif something doesnât feel right though, you tell us.â
âFor any of it,â Mingi adds, âstop us in the moment, weâll readjust.â
âOr stop us full on,â Yunho notes, âI know you want to try, but thereâs never a point we canât stop,â
âI know that,â You nod, âI know Iâm safe with you both.â
âAlways,â Mingi squeezes your hand again, just a quick pulse to punctuate his intention, the truth behind it.
âWhat about you?â You ask softly, looking between them.
âUs?â Mingi asks.
âIs there something⊠I donât know, that day was terrible but I donât remember a good bit of it,â You explain, âI donât know what happened when I was under, what might bother you?â
âI donât know,â Yunho says honestly, âIâm more scared of hurting you than anything, so maybe donât push yourself too hard?â
âIf something starts to bother me?â You clarify.
He nods, âYeah,â
âI can do that,â You nod, âwe can take it slow,â
âSame for me,â Mingi nods, âweâll figure it out together.â
Itâs quiet for a moment, both of them just resting their hands on your body, and you realize theyâre not ready to make the first move.
âYunho,â You take his hand, sliding it up your thigh to your waistband, âI liked what you were doing before,â
âYeah?â His expression relaxes, tension bleeding out of the room now that youâve helped change the course.
âMhm,â You shift on the bed to lean back into Mingiâs body next to yours and let your legs fall open naturally, âitâs been a long time, will you touch me?â
His fingers slide over your side, playing with the edge of your shirt.
âWill you take care of me?â You murmur.
He nods, his eyes darkening a bit and flicking over your body, darting up once to silently communicate with Mingi, âLay back, sweetheart,â
Mingi shifts to sit next to you, his legs dropping over the edge of the bed and his broad hands coming to your shoulders. âHowâs this?â He asks as he draws you down to lie next to him, both flat on your backs but his arm tucked under your neck so he can cuddle you into his side.
âSo nice,â You murmur.
âIâve missed this,â Yunho hums pleasantly as he peels your leggings down over your hips, âI regretted not putting my mouth on you more the minute your heat was over,â
A thrill rolls through you at his words and you shiver, âYeah?â
âMhm,â He finishing rolling off your leggings and smooths his hands up and down your thighs, catching over your hips and hooking his thumbs in the sides of your thong, âyou taste like you were made for us,â
âGod,â You shiver, letting your head fall back onto Mingiâs bicep.
âSo sweet,â Mingi adds, his free hand coming to rest on your chest, slowly dragging up the fabric of your shirt with his fingers.
âYou know,â Yunho taps the side of your hip to prompt you to lift them and you shift immediately so he can discard your underwear too, ânow that youâre not in heat we can actually take our time,â
âO-oh,â You shudder.
âGood point,â Mingi smiles, adjusting himself so heâs on his side now to look down at you, âno rush,â
You shiver as Yunho adjusts your legs open, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of your knee as he settles between your splayed thighs. A flutter of anticipation bubbles in you and you sigh, âI donât know,â you smile, âI might start begging for a knot any second,â
Yunho huffs a little laugh, âYou can beg all you want,â
Your mouth runs dry at the implication and you look down, âYeah?â
He nods, but his eyes are glued to your sex, his expression hungry, âMhm, this time you donât need a knot, you just want one.â
You open your mouth to say something, but every thought falls right out of your head when Yunho blows a cool stream of air over your exposed core, your body twitching in response.
âGod damn,â Mingi curses, shifting a bit so his arm slides out from under you, leaning up so he can get a good view.
âHow are you feeling, sweetheart?â Yunho murmurs, placing a tender kiss to the inside of your right thigh, slowly kissing his way to the top of your mound.
Your hips jolt in response, a spike of needy pleasure lighting up your spine and you nod, âSo good,â
âGood girl,â He hums, dipping forwards and kissing your cunt in earnest, tongue dragging up through your folds slow and steady until he finds your tender bud.
You drop back against the sheets, your body shifting and moving on its own as you arch into his touch, your thighs already trembling at the sensation of pleasure building in your body after so much time.
âOh, baby,â Mingi says, his voice husky, âyouâre so beautiful,â
Yunhoâs tongue teases you slowly, exploring you with little touches and licks, and you feel him sigh pleasantly between your thighs as he gets comfortable. Mingi slips lower in the bed, pushing your shirt up over your breasts before dropping his own lips to your hot skin. They kiss like they want to breathe you in until theyâre dizzy, and as your eyes slip closed all you can focus on is the feeling of their hands holding you, their tongues, warm breath against your dampened skin.
Hands push your sports bra up to strip you off and leave you bare and then Mingiâs mouth closes over one nipple while his fingers tease the other, flicking and sucking in perfect rhythm to match Yunhoâs tongue on your clit.
âGod,â You shiver, heat pooling low in your belly, âoh, God,â
Yunho hums against you, pushing closer to your wet center so he can suck your tender clit.
You moan sharply, the feeling heady and dizzying, and you reach down to wind your fingers into his hair. He inhales against your skin and you blink your eyes open, looking down to watch as both your alphas lavish your body. Yunho looks up through the hood of his lashes, his face shiny and wet with your slick, and he shifts to open up your thighs more to his needy mouth.
âFuck,â Your hips buck, fingers tight against his scalp.
Mingi shifts back up, this time pressing heavily into your space and capturing your mouth, his tongue flicking against yours as he dips you back into the sheets.
âMmm,â Yunho nods into your core, his tongue pressing inside you as he nestles closer, your clit bumping the bridge of his nose.
Your hips roll, chasing the sensation that has already started to make you dizzy, âOh, g-god,â
Mingi holds you closer now, your body trembling in his arms, and he strokes your sweat-slick skin, âThatâs it,â he coaxes you, âthatâs it, omega,â
Your thighs start to shake, and Mingi finds your knee so he can hold you open wide for Yunhoâs mouth.
You jerk against him, hips jutting with every spike of pleasure, a blush blooming up your chest and cheeks.
âRide him,â Mingi coaxes you as your hips roll, âjust like that, come on his face,â
Yunhoâs hands lock down tight, roughly pulling you a little closer so he can keep working his tongue against you, inside you, sensations exploding everywhere they touch you.
âIâm so fucking close,â You whine, the words running together as sweat breaks across your skin, âP-please,â
âThatâs our girl,â Mingi nuzzles into the side of your head, his deep tenor making your brain go fuzzy.
âIâm,â Your eyes screw tightly shut, every movement of your body jerky and uncoordinated but every bump of Yunhoâs nose against your clit and his tongue inside you has you right on the perfect precipice, âthere, there,â
Yunho stays steady, hearing your need without changing pattern or pressure, and the sudden consistent pulse sends you spiraling.
You come hard, your first orgasm in weeks let alone your first non-heat orgasm with them, and youâre caught fully in the torrent of pleasure with your vision going white and a distinct ringing in your ears.
When you start to come through it, you realize youâre turned to the side, your body completely locked up and youâre gripping Mingiâs arm hard with your nails. Heâs rolled close behind you to keep his arms there, but he leans over to see your face.
âSo good, wasnât it?â You catch the end of his sentence, blinking your eyes open and humming in response.
âYeah,â Yunhoâs voice now, and you look down to see him kneeling by your now-closed knees, one broad hand sweeping a line up and down your skin, âthere you are,â
âI think you killed me,â You smile wide, tucking your face into the mattress, âyouâre talking to a ghost,â
Yunho laughs, and Mingi hums a pleased sound, nuzzling you some more, âCome back over here, gorgeous girl,â
You let him roll you back over into the same position you started in, only this time your body feels like jelly.
âGood?â
âDelicious,â Itâs the only word you can think of for how good it all feels.
Yunho nudges your thighs open again and you glance down.
âMore?â He grins.
âWhat about you two?â Youâre about halfway through the sentence when Yunho brushes his fingers over your clit again and your words end in a breathy moan.
âWeâve got all night,â Mingi reminds you, âand judging by how hard Yunho is, I think he likes getting you off,â
âShut up,â Yunho scolds him gently before dropping a warm kiss on your inner thigh, âdonât tell me your dick couldnât cut glass right now,â
Mingi huffs a laugh, âWe have a whiny, desperate, moaning mess of an omega in our bed,â his fingers slide along your side as he talks and you twitch under his hands, âof course Iâm hard.â
âMm,â Yunho kisses up your dripping slit, âbaby, why donât you help him out with that while I take care of you?â
âY-yeah, yes,â You reach for Mingi, âplease, let me help,â
Mingi licks his lips, his hand drifting down to his clothed cock and your eyes flick down to follow. Heâs straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, and you clumsily try to open them from your twisted position on the bed for a moment before he stops you.
âHere,â Mingi gets up and shucks off his clothes entirely, settling back down into the same position. Heâs achingly hard, the head pink and leaking precum, and you blush at the dirty thoughts that flit through your mind one right after another.
âI can wait,â He offers.
âFuck,â You shake your head, âI canât,â
Mingi groans, his hand pumping over his cock once.
âHer mouth,â Yunho suggests between languid licks at your pussy, âtrust me,â
Youâre nodding before Mingi can even ask if thatâs okay, âPlease,â you prop yourself up on the bed a little better, âlet me taste,â
âFuck,â Mingi curses.
The three of you move and adjust in tandem until youâre propped at the very edge of the bed for Yunho between your legs, and supported by a pillow behind your shoulder so that you can be slightly turned to the side to reach Mingi where he kneels at your head, his thighs parted wide to drop low and get his cock level with your mouth.
Theyâre both fully still as you slide forwards, dropping your mouth open and letting the very tip of Mingiâs fat cock pass through your lips and over your tongue.
Mingi moans, and you hum in response.
âYou two look perfect,â Yunho murmurs.
âYeah?â Mingiâs hand brushes over your head, âYou hear that, babe? You look perfect sucking my cock,â
You hum around him, taking him deeper into your mouth.
Yunho kisses your mound gently, and you know thatâs your warning that heâs about to start again. You gently buck your hips to let him know youâre ready, and he hums softly. Before he starts though, he reaches one hand up and finds where yours is twisted in the sheets, pulling your fingers away so he can hold your hand instead.
He squeezes your hand twice, hard, âIf you need air,â he tells you.
You pulse your hand back once to acknowledge his words.
He responds with a sharp thrust of two fingers inside your tight channel and you groan around Mingiâs cock.
âShit,â Mingi grips you, âjesus, babe,â
Through hooded lashes you look up at him and his jaw tightens, his breath coming in hot exhales through his nose. Whatever youâre doing with your tongue is exactly what he needs and it springs you forwards.
The position isnât perfect, but itâs close, and so you ignore the little bit of discomfort in your back to give him what he needs. You bob your head back and forth, dragging Mingiâs cock deeper into your warm mouth with every forward sink. He doesnât direct your movements, but his hand in your hair feels comforting, steady, and makes you want to take him all the more.
âSo good,â Mingi pants, âfuck yes, pretty girl,â
Your cunt clenches around Yunhoâs fingers and you hear him chuckle between your thighs.
âAh, ah,â Mingi huffs as you take him further into your throat, âshe likes that?â
Yunho lifts his tongue from your clit, âUh-huh,â he nips a little bite at your inner thigh, âsheâs slicking all over my fingers,â
You groan, you didnât know how they would really be outside of your heat. Heat makes everyone blurry and needy messes, but hearing how filthy they can be on a regular weeknight? No heat, no special occasion, just all of you together? Youâre getting dizzy.
âMm,â Mingi locks his eyes on your face, watching the way you take him nearly to the hilt, âlook at you trying to take it all,â
You sink further, ignoring the burn in your jaw and the flickering gag reflex at the back of your throat until your nose is pressed against his pubic bone.
âJesus f-fuck,â Mingi groans, his head falling back, âthatâs it, good fucking girl,â
Yunhoâs lips close over your clit again and he sucks hard, ripping a muffled whine from your throat.
âPlease,â Mingi begs, and you shiver at the sound of your alpha begging for you, not the other way around.
You pull free from his length and take a deep breath before diving back forwards, this time working him fast and a little sloppy. His fingers tighten up when you tease the head of his cock with the hard tip of your tongue, and his hips jerk every time you slide down about halfway, and with some sort of steady rhythm you double your efforts.
Yunho curses between your legs softly, and then you feel him move, tipping your legs open wider and readjusting his fingers inside you. Your eyes widen when you feel him curl them, locating your spongy g-spot and confirming it with a test jerk of his fingers that sends a shudder through your body as you moan.
He gets the spot right again, and then youâre done for. Between the quick juts of his fingers inside you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, and the feeling of his tongue torturing your swollen bud, you donât have long.
âGod,â Mingi pants, âlisten to you,â
Youâre a wet and whiny mess just like heâs said, only this time your mouth on his cock makes the sound of the room all the more lewd.
âAre you going to come for us again?â Mingi says, voice thready, âOur perfect omega,â
You whine, and you feel Mingiâs cock twitch in your mouth. Everything is foggy and hot, a building knot deep in your core, something bubbling up fast inside you and your hips jerk against Yunhoâs fingers.
His thumb brushes the back of your knuckles and your eyes roll back, your orgasm rushing towards you fast.
Mingiâs groaning though, heâs close to spilling himself hot down your throat and when his hips jerk on their own you nod to let him know he can keep going. Falling forwards onto his knees he braces one hand against the mattress and keeps the other rooted in your hair, letting himself rock his hips just enough to drag his length in and out of your lips, over your tongue exactly where he needs the pressure.
âSomeday Iâm gonna knot that pretty mouth, baby,â He groans.
You moan hard, your back arching up.
Yunho uses your combined hands to push you back down flat to the mattress, and the pressure change has you ready to burst.
Thereâs so much happening at once, so much sensation pulsing through your body and despite the way that Mingi fucks your face, youâre acutely aware of the warm bubble in your belly dropping low and feeling unlike any orgasm youâve ever had before.
You whine hard, your head jerking back a little, but Mingi doesnât pick up on what you need immediately, heâs too close, âIâm gonna come, fuck, Iâm g-gonna,â
Yunho takes a sharp breath and then closes his lips over your clit, sucking fast and hard, his fingers pumping firmly at the exact rhythm you need like a metronome counting you through the last beats of your pleasure before the hard crescendo.
Something tightens in your gut, almost painfully and unfamiliar, and you whine harshly again, yanking back from Mingi hard enough that he stutters and lets you go. You fall back into the pillows just as the knot in your gut snaps and you come hot and hard with a staggered cry, arching into Yunhoâs mouth as clear fluid starts to pulse from your core.
âGood girl,â He croons, sliding his hand up your wet pussy to rub fast and hard across your clit, prolonging the striking wave, âoh my god, baby, yes, fuck,â
âS-shit,â Mingi falters, his own release ripped away the minute you pulled back, and he makes the neediest whine youâve ever heard from an alpha in all your life.
Youâll help, you will, as soon as you regain some semblance of which way is up and which is down and use of your arms.
Yunhoâs quicker though, he squeezes your hand once before he pulls away, dropping your legs and making sure youâre not going to slide off the bed before he climbs up next to you both.
âYouâre alright,â He murmurs, but itâs not to you, and you blink hard to clear the dizzy orgasm away and refocus.
When you turn your head you nearly lose your mind, the sight of your alphas together too good to even have imagined up in your darkest little fantasies. Mingi is still gripping the mattress with one hand and your hair with the other, but Yunho is wrapped behind him and reaching around to work his packmateâs cock with steady, fast strokes.
âF-fuck,â Mingi moans, âh-harder,â
Yunho drops his forehead against Mingiâs broad shoulder and lets his eyes close, picking up the pace of his hand, âLook at her, watch our pretty omega,â
Mingi groans, his eyes blinking open until he finds you.
You reach up, snaking a hand through the tangled mess of arms until you find Mingiâs hard nipple. His eyes widen and he hisses as you pass a thumb over it, shuddering between you both.
âAlpha,â You beg, âcome,â
âO-oh my g-,â Mingi chokes as you start to flick his nipple a little more firmly.
âThatâs it,â Yunho pants, and you see him looking down at you too, âhelp him,â
âMingi,â You whine like youâre starving for him, âcome for me, please, please,â
He gasps, hips canting forwards and jerking into Yunhoâs fist, holding you steady on the bed as he releases, spurts of milky cum panting your lips, your cheeks, spattering across your naked breasts.
It takes a minute for you all to recover, the only sound in the room the heavy breath shared between you, but you watch as Yunho gently releases Mingiâs softening cock, bracing himself by holding Mingiâs hips for just a moment while he catches his own breath before sliding back and off the bed entirely.
Mingi shifts back, his cheeks and chest flushed pink and the reality of what just happened sinks into you. You have no idea if theyâve ever touched each other before like that, and you all but hold your breath to see where things go from here.
You listen as Yunho pads out of the room and into the connected bathroom, and after a moment of rustling around he returns with two towels. He tosses one down on the floor and you remember suddenly how your own orgasm ended.
âOh, fuck,â You cover your eyes, âIâm sorry,â
âDonât be,â Yunho says, âI loved it,â
âStill,â You sigh, âIâve never done that before,â
Mingi huffs a tiny laugh next to you, and you pull your hand away to look up at him. He smiles a little, âThat makes two of us,â
Yunho kneels on the bed, shifting a little closer, and passes the damp end of a towel over all the places youâre still covered in Mingiâs cum. He seems profoundly unaffected by all of it, and youâre a second from asking if heâs okay, but he gets there first.
âSweetheart,â His gaze is soft and easy, and he looks down at you warmly while he cleans up your cheek, âcan I touch your neck?â
You love him.
âYeah,â You nod, stretching a little so he can reach.
He passes the towel over your throat quickly, âHow are you feeling?â
âReally good,â You brush your hand along his arm.
He nods, tossing the towel to the edge of the bed. He looks at you a moment longer, but then he looks up to Mingi and clears his throat, âYou good?â
âYeah,â
You look between them, noticing the unspoken conversation passing between them.
âI hope I didnât,â Yunho trails off.
âYou didnât,â Mingi promises, âitâs us,â
Yunho sighs, one of his hands coming to rest warmly on your stomach and the other reaching for your other alpha, âGood,â
Itâs quiet for a beat, and you need to know where theyâre at before you nervously combust.
âUm,â You shift in the sheets until youâre pushing yourself up to a seat with them, âare we⊠is everythingâŠâ you canât figure out how to ask what youâre asking, so you settle on the only thing that makes sense, âare we good?â
âOf course we are,â Mingi reaches for you, tugging you into his side and pressing a kiss to your lips.
âSorry,â Yunho squeezes your thigh, âwe didnât mean to exclude you,â
âNo, no,â You shake your head, âthatâs between you,â
âNo,â Yunho disagrees, âweâre all together, and there should never be any questions or secrets,â
âMhm,â Mingi agrees, âbut like I said, itâs us. It doesnât have to mean anything, but things have always been different where weâre concerned,â He gestures between himself and Yunho.
âBut youâve never?â You let the implication speak for itself.
Yunho shakes his head.
âWe made out in college once,â Mingi says, a laugh on his lips, âbut we were pretty drunk and it was for a dare,â
âWe werenât that drunk,â Yunho shrugs.
âHmm,â You stretch your aching limbs and tangle your fingers with Yunho, âI would have loved to have been there for that,â
Mingi laughs earnestly now and tugs you up into his lap, âI didnât know youâd be such a horny little mess outside of your heat,â
Your core flutters but you tease him right back, âIâm an omega,â you roll your eyes, âweâre all horny messes,â
âThatâs convenient then,â He kisses you, nipping at your lip, âsince you have two alphas here who want nothing more than to keep you locked on our knots all day,â
You shiver a little.
âYunho,â Mingi looks up, âcome here,â
Yunhoâs body heat envelops you on your left side, and they move you until youâre cradled in both their arms, body spread across their laps while Yunho holds your top half in the crook of his left arm and Mingi supports the rest of you.
They lean against each other, bare shoulder to bare shoulder and your mind starts to wander down the path of all of you together again.
âMaybe you were always meant to be pack,â You point out softly, and their hands still where they stroke your skin.
Yunho nods and looks over to Mingi, âWe were fast friends,â
âTrue,â He murmurs.
Yunho smiles and looks down again, âMaybe we just needed to find you,â
âI forgot how much of a romantic you are,â
He dips down to press a fast kiss to your lips, âOne of us should be,â
âIâm not complaining,â You peck his lips quick as he leans back up, ânever stop,â
Mingi gives your hip a squeeze, and then he takes Yunhoâs hand in his, âLetâs romantically make our girl come again,â
Yunho chuckles, low and warm in his chest, âWhat do you have in mind?â
You watch as Mingi guides Yunhoâs fingers down to your entrance only this time he pushes his own fingers in right alongside. The stretch is sudden and perfect and you moan softly, gripping down on Yunhoâs knee.
âShow me how you made her come before,â Mingiâs eyes are glued to your core, âI didnât get to appreciate it before,â
Yunho grins, âGladly,â
Your next two orgasms are a blur of sensation, their combined attentions pulling feeling out of you that you didnât know existed without your heat. Mingiâs lavishing you with his tongue, cleaning you up from the mess youâve made, when you finally make an overstimulated squeak and push his head away.
âMm,â He kisses your clit, âfine,â
âIf either one of you wants to actually fuck me,â You yawn, âI need a break,â
âSleep,â Yunho pulls a blanket up and over your body, âweâll be here when you wake up,â
Youâd protest, but it sounds too good now that youâre cocooned in the blanket and buried in the pillows. When Mingi collapses at your other side and you have both of them around you, you drift.
You wake to lazy kisses, sleepy nuzzling from both of them, their hands drifting over your body.
You stretch into it, finding both of them hard and warm and wanting.
âMm,â Mingi curls over your side, kissing any part of skin he can, âhi, sleepyhead,â
You gasp sharply as his mouth closes over your nipple.
âYou were moving around in your sleep,â Yunhoâs hand coasts up your thigh as he nudges closer, âbad dreams or good dreams?â
You moan as Mingi sucks a little harder, âNo dreams,â
âNeedy even asleep?â Mingi teases.
âI,â You start to say, but you feel Yunhoâs cock nudging at the apex of your thighs, the head pushing against your clit.
âFuck,â Yunho sighs, âyouâre still wet,â
You shiver, and he pushes his hips forward a little to slide his cock against your slick slit further.
His hands tighten on you and he shudders a sigh into your hair.
âPlease,â You part your knees, âno more teasing, I, just, please,â
Mingi shifts away from your back to give you a little space and without hesitation Yunho rolls you. Your legs part open naturally now that youâre on your back.
âIs this okay?â Yunho murmurs, brushing the hair back from your face as he settles above you and in between your splayed knees.
âMhm,â You soothe him, his nerves evident despite the heat between you all in the room.
âAnd this?â He asks softly, the velvet head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
âSlow,â You gasp as he starts to push in, and he adjusts his pace. As always, his size dwarfs you, and it takes you time to adjust. In heat itâs easy to take an alphaâs cock with almost no preparation, your body producing enough slick and your muscles adjusting so that days of sex and knotting donât feel so difficult.
Outside of heat you can take it too, but itâs not as quick and simple.
Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the stretch of it, the ache, the way your channel seems to resist and then give way to him in the most warm and dizzying pleasure.
âSweetheart,â He whispers, âare you with me?â
âMhm,â You look back up at him, âyou feel incredible.â
He sighs, relief in his eyes, and with one more careful push he seats himself fully inside you.
âYou feel,â You shiver, words dying on your lips.
He smiles as he lowers himself down, resting an elbow on either side of your head and lacing one hand in your hair, âHow do I feel, little omega?â
Your muscles flutter and clench around him and you sigh, âBig, itâs⊠god itâs so much more than when I was in heat,â
âNo pain?â
âNo,â You let your fingers stroke up and down the length of his back.
âGood,â He hums, dipping down to kiss you tenderly, âbecause youâre perfect, you feel perfect around me,â
His tongue dips into your mouth this time, a soft kiss turns needy, and slowly he starts to move, thrusting his hips shallowly just to get you used to the sensation.
Mingi shifts to rest close to you both, his fingers running up and down your arm softly, and you reach for him to twine your fingers together as you watch Yunho watching you.
âYunho,â you breathe, âbaby,â
You can feel the emotion rolling off him in waves, the tenderness as he presses himself deeper into you.
âSweetheart,â His fingers brush along your cheek, âI, god, I,â
âI know,â your head falls back, and you grip Mingiâs hand.
Yunho picks up the pace slightly, a little faster and a little more with each stroke and he shudders when he hears a sharp moan, âGood?â
âPlease, donât stop,â You beg him, gripping down onto his shoulder with your free hand.
He adjusts your bodies, pressing over yours so that your hips rock with his in a rolling rhythm, and his lips capture yours. His warm breath, the pressure of him above you, waves of sensation as you breathe in his warm, safe scent.
Youâre creeping up to the edge of an orgasm, but you feel him shudder above you before he moans against your mouth and you pull him tight to you.
âPlease,â you moan, âYunho please,â
âSay it,â he whispers, âtell me,â
The words spill out of you, âBaby, I, god, I love you,â
His hips slow and he meets your eyes, absolute tender adoration rolling off him in waves when he replies, âI love you so much,â
âI missed you,â You confess, a sudden rush of emotion through your chest and tears pricking at your eyes. Blinking hard you look to the side to find Mingi and squeeze his hand, âI missed you both. I love you both,â
Mingiâs expression crumbles and he presses forwards to kiss you, his lips connecting to yours with intensity, his free hand against your face, a sigh on his lips when he leans back. His thumb brushes along your cheekbone, his eyes misty, âYouâre our omega, our mate,â he corrects, âweâre never letting go of you again.â
âMingi,â You soften.
âI love you,â He replies, kissing the back of your hand.
When Mingi slides back a little further, you look back to Yunho and see that he's frozen still above you, watching you both with warmth. When you meet his eyes, a small smile plays across his mouth, âCan you take more, baby?â
Your body jerks gently against him, just the implication that he would fuck you earnestly making your mind dizzy, and all you can do is nod, âYes, yes,â
He rocks back down on you in an instant, gathering you as close as he can while he fucks you soft, meeting your mouth and saying everything he needs to in the kiss. All the apologies, the amends, he pours it all into this until he hears you whining beneath him, arcs of pleasure spiking up your spine with every deep roll of his pelvis against your clit and push of his cock in deeper.
âLike that?â He pants against your cheek.
âDonât you dare stop,â You arch against him, holding him tightly to you as you let him move.
Something about the slow steady pressure heâs applying is making you careen back up to the top of pleasure. Thereâs a time and a place for hard and deep, but this? This has you melting into his hands in a way youâd never have expected and your legs quiver as you try to hitch your calves on his hips to give him a deeper angle.
âC-close?â He manages.
You nod, twisting your head to the side to catch his mouth again.
âMm,â He groans against your mouth, âI can feel it,â
Your fingers tighten on him.
âFuck,â He curses, his movements staying controlled and slow, firm but not too fast.
Tears gather in your eyes, the way the bubble is building inside of you is almost painfully good, and heat spreads over every inch of your skin before concentrating hot on your core. You feel the bed shift, and without looking you know Mingi is close by, all of your scents mingling together now in a way that bubbles emotion deep in your chest.
You think that this is what people mean when they say making love.
Your back arches, fingers digging into him, tears spill over your temples and into your hair as you let your head rock back, âAlpha,â you whine.
Yunho moans above you, and he mutters something on his lips but you can barely hear it.
This time when your neck stretches long and open to them, you know they wonât hurt you. Mingiâs hand slides underneath to cup the top of your neck and the base of your head, his fingers mingling with Yunhoâs in your hair.
âWeâre here, omega,â Mingi murmurs low, âlet go for us,â
A tight strained noise bubbles from your lips as the feeling builds.
âYouâre safe,â Mingi soothes.
Yunho shudders a moan, and you feel the slow swell of his knot starting to bump against your slick hole. Heâs desperately close but holding on as best he can for you to get there first.
Mingi directs his next words away from your ear, âDonât stop, sheâs nearly,â
Yunho makes a noise, and you feel his fingers grip down.
It hits you like a snap of fire, your limbs a shaking mess, and you cry out sharply and twist beneath them in the sheets, pleasure overtaking you until you think you may not be able to take a second more.
âShh,â one of your alphas says, but youâre too far gone to know which.
Youâre a mess, the orgasm seemingly never-ending, and you can feel the hot tears and hear the way youâre sobbing in pleasure but itâs disconnected and floaty.
Yunhoâs hips start to slow and then you start to feel him pull back entirely and something deep inside you panics.
Snapping forward you wrap your arms harder around him and pull him back down, your brain too fuzzy to say anything more coherent than, âKnot,â you beg, âplease,â
He folds back over you, shifting your hips up and open wider, and though you can see the brief flicker of hesitation in his eyes he starts to snap his hips harder into you, the steady click of your wet skin against his the only clear sound in the room.
His cock spearing you open is so much sensation you canât focus on anything else, every connection of your bodies and kiss of his skin pushing an overstimulated moan from your lips.
Yunhoâs close now, his hands tight, breath thready, and he gathers you closer to his chest until youâre cupped against his breastbone.
âS-she,â He chokes.
âSheâs alright,â Mingi assures him, his hand still warm against your back.
Heâs scared for you, still so concerned about hurting you or being too much for you, especially out of your heat and especially after everything. He doesnât understand that this kind of need, this want for each other so wholly is healing parts of you that you didnât know were broken.
You tug him closer, kiss his chest whereâs youâre cradled, âYunho,â you whine, âknot me, b-baby knot me, come,â
He collapses, hips thrusting hard and then you feel the sudden push of something wide, the stretch as it locks inside, and then the warm sensation of his release filling you.
Yunhoâs still panting hot against your skin when you feel Mingi shift, pushing Yunho back from your body so he can see you. He finds your chin, pulling your face up gently to meet his.
Yunho responds too, the head rush of his own release fading enough that he can focus and his hands smooth back your damp hair, âAre you alright?â His voice is shaky, âSweetheart, did I hurt you?â
âGod, no,â You breathe.
Mingi slides down in the sheets while still gingerly holding your chin, trying to get a good look at your eyes, âBabe?â
âHmm,â You blink, finding his face more clearly, âhey,â
âHey,â He smiles, but you can still see an anxiety in him.
âWhatâs wrong?â Your head is finally starting to clear enough for you to realize that they donât seem relaxed in post-coital bliss, they seem stressed.
He shakes his head a little, lost for something to say, but his wide hand slides up and his thumb brushes along your cheekbone to your temple, âYouâre crying,â he murmurs, âyou were crying,â
âIâm okay,â You shake your head, âIâm more than okay, Iâm⊠it was so good, it was,â
Mingi sighs heavily, his head dropping to rest on your shoulder, âOh fuck,â
Yunho presses a hard kiss to your forehead as he exhales his own relief against your hair. His knot starts to soften, and your hips naturally start to shift away to separate you, but with Yunho heavy above you itâs impossible.
âEasy,â He murmurs against your skin, and you hear him breath in sharply in a way that sounds like heâs pushing back his own tears, âlet me,â
It takes a moment, but as soon as his knot is down enough he slides out of your slick channel. He drops to the side of the bed that Mingi isnât occupying and drags up one of the blankets to cover the three of you.
Mingi stretches out beside you too, and in a moment youâre cuddled between them.
âCloser,â You tug them in. After that, you need to be absolutely enveloped in them.
They both shift in until all of your legs are tangled together, and Mingi brushes your cheeks again, âBabe,â
âI promise,â You reach up to brush away any lingering wetness under your eyes, âit was just overwhelming, but in the best way. I canât explain,â
âIt was,â Yunho agrees softly.
âI just,â You feel another bubble of emotion as you recall it, trying to understand how to articulate it, âitâs like I could feel you both so much closer, more than I could for my heat, more thanâŠ. I donât know, I just realized that youâre really mine. I donât know what I did to deserve you, but IâŠâ
Yunho shakes his head, âWeâre the ones who canât believe we have you,â
You twist in the bed, wrapping your arms around Yunho and hugging him close, âI love you,â you kiss his lips, his cheek, âthank you for taking care of me,â
He softens, âAlways,â
âI didnât mean to scare you,â You need him to understand, âbut you made me feel so loved and so safe,â
Your hand reaches back to find Mingi so you can tug him closer still and he slides up to your back and wraps an arm around the two of you.
âBoth of you,â You hold them close, âno oneâs ever made me feel like this,â
Mingi nods against you.
You hold each other close, breathing in the same air for a few moments, no one willing to rush the comedown when it was as emotional as it was. You stretch long in the bed between them to ease the sensation back into all your limbs and Yunhoâs eyes darken, flicking down to take in your naked body again.
Heâs half hard again by the time youâve relaxed into the sheets and you smile.
Mingiâs fingers stroke up and down the smooth plane of your abdomen, light enough to tickle.
âAgain?â You ask, a little breathless.
âMhm,â Mingi draws his hand down lower, teasing just a little with the tips of his fingers.
âGod,â You shiver.
Yunho nods, âDefinitely again,â
âMm,â Mingi rolls his fingers over your clit, ânext heat, weâll both fuck you together, wouldnât that be perfect, pretty girl?â
A distinct flicker of need passes through you at his words. You do want that. You want it so bad you shudder and moan, your fingers digging into Yunhoâs chest.
You shake your head and push Mingiâs arm away, âWe should try,â
âWhat, now?â For the first time you see him truly caught off guard.
âPlease,â You nod, âwe donât need to wait, I want you both,â
Yunhoâs hand smooths up and down your arm, âIt might be too much,â
âSo then we stop,â You counter.
Mingi wets his lips, thinking it through and then he nods, âIâm not knotting your ass,â
You blush.
âToday,â He adds, âbut, okay, letâs try.â
âWho do you want where, baby?â Yunhoâs fingers trace your jaw lightly.
âUm,â You look between them, a little dizzy at how quickly they agreed, how immediately this is about to happen, âIâm not sure,â
Yunho looks up, âYou take her ass,â
Your core clenches and Mingi smiles at the blush in your cheeks.
âSweetheart,â Yunho rolls onto his back, âcome right up here,â
Slowly you ease one leg over and settle yourself over his cock. Youâre still dripping with slick and Yunhoâs last release, and it makes the slide easy as you sink down and bury him right back where he belongs.
He exhales sharply, âPerfect,â
Mingi leans back, finding the bedside table and pulling out the drawer, searching for the lube he knows is there that heâs definitely going to need with you not in heat. When he comes back heâs still sitting next to you and Yunho but he faces you, and youâre about to ask why heâs not already behind you when he cracks open the top of the lube and applies some to his index and middle fingers.
âOh,â You breathe softly.
He slides closer on his knees now and reaches around you, âLean forward a little on Yunho,â
You do just as he asks, and Yunho brings his hands up to brace you at the ribs, making sure that heâs supporting you from below.
âBabe,â He kisses your shoulder, âoutside of the heat with us, have you ever done this?â
His fingers slide slowly over the tight ring of muscle and you twitch, âBeen d-double penetrated?â
Mingi laughs at your description and Yunho smiles up at you. Mingi shakes his head, âNo, has anyone ever touched you here?â
He presses with his finger but doesnât push in and heat floods up your belly, âMm-mmâ you manage.
âHave you ever played with yourself like this?â He finally starts to push in a digit and you gasp, âEver put anything inside?â
âN-no,â You moan as he presses his finger in deeper.
âI thought so,â Mingi murmurs, âwe need to take our time,â
âI can do it,â You insist, the idea that you might not get what you want after he teases you like this is actually torturous.
âOf course you can,â Yunho cups your cheek, âyouâre our omega,â
Your cunt flutters and clenches around his cock.
Mingi withdraws his finger and this time when he presses back in, itâs with two.
Yunho strokes your skin softly, lazily drawing a line from your chest to belly and back up, âOur mate,â he adds, âyou were made to take us,â
Your hips cant forwards, pushing down on Yunhoâs pelvic bone for any amount of pressure and stimulation on your aching bud.
He groans, âGod,â
Mingi pumps his fingers slowly.
Yunho refocuses your eyes on his, âWe know you can take us both,â he offers, âbut I think what Mingi is saying is that if youâve never done anything like that, especially regularly, we need to go slow and prep you.â
âOh,â You relax a little.
âMhm,â Mingi dips his head and you turn to meet his mouth in a kiss, âjust let us make you feel good first,â
âOkay,â You breathe against his lips.
âYunho,â Mingi murmurs, not drawing his face away from yours.
âYes,â Yunho hums, and he slides his hand lower.
âCome here,â Mingi sweeps his free hand up and down your arm, and you twist to wrap them around his shoulders, âgood girl,â
Your hips roll at his praise.
He finds your lips again, but this time it feels like everything is in slow motion. He worships your mouth with hot, lazy kisses, his tongue against yours and his nose nuzzling into you. The kind of kissing people donât have time for unless theyâre exploratory teenagers or intentional tantric lovers. He gets you used to the slowness, all the while his fingers a still, solid weight inside you.
Yunhoâs hands match the pace perfectly, his ability to read the scene and you both uncanny, and all he does is tease. His hands squeeze, slow and firm across your sweat slick skin. Thighs, hips, waist, a tantalizing squeeze to your soft belly. He finally reaches your mound but doesnât do anything, just rests his hot hand at the top of your cunt and waits.
Youâre panting against Mingiâs mouth, lost in the hazy array of their bodies and yours, no concept of what time it is or how many times youâve really come so far, itâs just you and your alphas and this bed. You push up a little higher on your knees as the kisses get headier, and you hear Yunho hum beneath you, his cock physically twitching and throbbing in your hot channel.
With the slight position adjustment, both of your boys take the opportunity to change the playing field. In tandem they move, Yunho slides two fingers under you, one on either side of your clit and where his cock spears you open, and he just presses ever so slightly to increase the pressure. Mingi slowly pumps his fingers again, this time pushing into your ass noticeably deeper and separating his fingers on each thrust a little wider to start to scissor you open.
Youâre trembling, that much is obvious from the way your thighs quiver, and you whine against the cushion of Mingiâs lips, the sound swallowed by his own hungry groan.
You feel Mingiâs free hand slide away from your upper back and he taps Yunhoâs chest twice.
âMhm,â He acknowledges softly.
You break the kiss, your forehead on Mingiâs, âBaby,â
Your words are swallowed up though, he dives in again for another kiss but this time they move their hands with purpose. Mingi pumps harder, a third finger squeezing inside and Yunhoâs fingers slide up and press down perfectly over your slick clit. He rolls his fingers at a steady, even pace and pressure as Mingi opens you up further to him.
Hot pleasure spikes up your body and you moan hard, gripping down on Mingiâs shoulders.
âThere you go,â Yunho says, his voice tight and low, âgood girl, fuck yourself on my cock,â
You didnât even know you were doing it, your mind so hazy with sensation but heâs right, your body started moving on its own, sinking up and down just enough on Yunhoâs thick length that you could imagine both of them taking you properly.
âOh, fuck,â Yunho curses, âlook at you slicking all over me,â
You whine.
âSo horny from Mingi playing with your pretty ass?â His voice husky.
âOh!â You squeak as hot sensation spikes up your body, and you slip away from Mingiâs mouth to bury your face into his shoulder.
âOh, yes,â Mingi groans holding you close with one hand while he fucks into you with the other, âso fucking tight, baby,â
âFuck,â You cry.
âYou really think you can take my cock?â He teases, scissoring his fingers again
You nod, whining, words completely inaccessible.
âSheâs our girl,â Yunho praises, âarenât you, baby?â
You choke out a moan.
âSay it,â Mingi prompts.
âI,â You shudder, jutting down with your hips to force more of Yunho inside you, âyes, Iâm your girl,â
Mingiâs hot voice at your ear is your undoing, âIs our girl close?â
Your nails dig into Yunhoâs chest.
âIs our girl going to come?â He nips at your ear and you see stars.
Your body jerks against Yunho, the slick drag of your clit against his fingers where they still press, trapped between your body and his, and Mingi grunts in your ear as he pushes his hand harder and faster. You tear into your orgasm with a scream, a cord snapping in your belly and leaving your body shaking from head to toe, and Yunho shifts you up and lets his cock spring free so he can stimulate you through the end, wetness coating your thighs from where you released again.
You whine when it starts to feel like overstimulation, and Yunho stops, his warm hand coming to cup your cunt as Mingiâs fingers slide out of your channel.
âShh,â Mingi pets your back, âoh, baby, youâre okay, we got you.â
Youâre a babbling mess, not even really conscious of what youâre saying until the arcs of pleasure fade and youâre left boneless and held between them.
Yunho hums appreciatively, âIncredible,â
âUh-huh,â You agree weakly.
Mingi strokes you more, kissing your head, âYouâre still shaking,â he squeezes you like he canât get enough.
Blinking hard, the stars start to clear and you lift your head a little, âDid we make a mess?â
Yunho laughs, âFuck yes we did,â
You ease yourself off of Mingiâs shoulders and he helps settle you to a seat straddling Yunho again, âFuck, the sheets,â
âAre made for heats,â Yunho dismisses, âtheyâll be fine, itâs not the last time weâll be making you squirt,â
âTonight,â Mingi chuckles, âif weâre lucky,â
âFuck,â You shiver and laugh, brushing your hair back and shaking your head.
âWhat?â Mingi pokes you.
âI just didnât expect you two to be soâŠâ You canât put your finger on it.
âSo?â Yunhoâs brows furrow.
Youâve had plenty of sex, some of it you would have considered very good sex, but this? Itâs another level of pleasure and need that you didnât know existed. It could be your scent match, it could just be them and how compatible you are together, but thereâs no question that itâs distinctly different and distinctly better.
You search for the right words but land on, âFeral?â You smile, âMaybe?â
âThereâs no use in being anything else when itâs us,â Mingi says matter of factly.
An ache settles inside you. Any shame you had about sex at all dissipates in your mind and you smile, âYouâre right,â you move forward on Yunhoâs thighs, ânow will you please both fuck me?â
You sink back down on Yunhoâs cock in one fluid motion and he moans, his hips jerking up into the cradle of your hips.
âHi, baby,â You grind down to take every little inch.
âHi,â Heâs breathless, an almost dopey pleasured grin on his face.
âMm,â You sigh, enjoying the deep warmth of his cock inside you, âyou feel so fucking good,â
âYeah?â
You nod, âI want you inside me all the time,â
âThat can be arranged,â He chuckles, reaching up to draw you down closer to his chest, locking his lips on yours.
You hum warmly against him, rolling your hips softly, âYou can have me anytime,â
His hands tighten on your arms, âCareful, baby,â
âYouâd like that?â You tease him, nipping at his lip, âSliding inside me whenever you want,â
He groans and uses his firm hands to stop any amount of movement, âIf you want Mingi to be included in this at all, you need to stop with that mouth,â
âFine, fine,â You concede and you settle down, youâll just torture him another time since it seems like teasing him is a sure fire way to get him to lose his mind.
Mingiâs hand strokes your back and you glance over to him as he locates the bottle of lube and starts shuffling towards you both again on his knees.
âReady?â He asks.
âIâve been ready,â You didnât mean to sound so needy, but you are and itâs obvious.
âMhm,â Mingi murmurs, and then heâs sliding behind you.
He straddles Yunhoâs legs, fully situated with his hips right behind yours, and you listen as the bottle opens and then closes, the wet sound of his hand slicking up his cock with lube.
âTell me if you need to slow down,â Yunho murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips, âIâm not moving until heâs in, okay?â
Nerves bubble through you suddenly, âOkay,â
The sound of him shifting on the sheets behind you spikes anxiety up your spine.
A heavy hand settles on one hip and your stomach tightens. Another passes up and down your spine and your breath feels suddenly tight and thready. His hand anchors on your shoulder for a moment, the tips of his fingers startlingly close to your pulsepoint and your heart starts to flutter faster.
You know itâs Mingi, of course it is. Yunhoâs here in front of you, and that means it couldnât be anyone but Mingi behind you, but something about your already heightened nerves at the new experience and the inability to see him has you scared.
Yunhoâs studying your face, a second away from realizing where you are, but you pump the brakes first.
âWait, stop,â You manage.
The hands on your body lift off.
Youâre breathing a little faster than you should, your heart hammering in your chest.
âHard stop?â Yunho asks quietly.
You shake your head and swallow back some of the sudden fear, âMingi?â
âIâm here,â He assures.
You sigh, relief flooding through you and you let your head drop down onto Yunhoâs chest.
âItâs me,â He soothes you, realizing immediately where your mind had gone, âitâs me and itâs Yunho, okay?â
âYeah,â You exhale and nod, âI know, I just⊠for a second,â
Itâs quiet for a moment, but then Mingi says, âBabe?â
âYeah?â
âCan I touch you, or should we stop?â Heâs so careful, so tender. Distantly you remember the moment in the locker room all those months ago, the way he had carefully protected you when he found you in heat, vulnerable and alone. The two men around you have done nothing but protect you, care for you, and seek not just consent but need from you before anything and everything youâve done together and that realization makes your body soften.
âYeah,â You reply, âyou can, Iâm okay,â
You expect his hands back on your hips, but instead you feel a hand on top of yours where you cling to Yunho, and then another on your opposite, Mingiâs fingers threading together with yours.
You blink your eyes open and stare at your combined hands. You know him, you know these hands. You study his rings, the silver ones he always wears, and the little scar on the side of his thumb.
âItâs me,â He gently strokes your finger with his thumb.
âHi,â You breathe.
âCan you sit up for me?â He asks and you nod.
Both of them draw you up to a sitting position, still angled forwards a little over Yunho but this time where you brace Yunhoâs chest, Mingiâs hands cover yours, fingers still intertwined.
âLook at Yunho,â Mingi shifts closer to your back, kissing your shoulder, âand Iâm right here.â He punctuates his words with a squeeze to your hands.
âWeâve got you,â Yunho murmurs, âweâre here,â
âIâm ready,â You echo the sentiment from before, but this time you actually are.
Mingi drops his lips to your shoulder again and kisses you, âJust relax, breathe into it,â
The slippery head of his cock nudges your entrance.
Yunho reaches around your bodies and assists, helping to guide Mingiâs cockhead inside you while his hands are busy.
Itâs nothing startling at first, just a bit of pressure and not unlike his fingers from before, but when the head of him catches inside, and Yunho drops back, then you start to feel it.
Pressure blooms into a stretch, unlike anything youâve ever felt before, and you gasp.
âHow do I feel, babe?â Mingiâs got to be holding himself steady with so much control.
âGood,â You manage, âitâs soâŠâ
He pushes his hips forward a little more, opening you up as his cock starts to thicken.
âFuck,â You squeeze his hands.
âGood?â He checks again.
You nod, but Yunho smiles below you, âYou should see her face,â he murmurs.
âI knew it,â Mingi pushes in more, âI knew you could take us,â
You moan sharply, the heat of them both an insane combination that pushes any thought out except for the sensation between your legs.
âGod,â Yunho finally groans beneath you, âare you in?â
âA-almost,â Mingi sighs hot against your skin, âj-just a little more,â
A little more? You canât even imagine, but he thrusts a little more sharply this time to seat himself fully and you grip down on his hands. It burns a little, but fades just as fast as it comes, and now all you can feel is the tremendous fullness of the weight of them together inside you.
âThis is,â You blink looking down and seeing Yunhoâs pelvis pressed against yours, Mingiâs thighs caging you in from behind, âI d-donât even know,â
Mingi shifts forwards a little, mostly to adjust his position but it pushes him the smallest amount deeper and you moan sharply. Yunho hisses beneath you, his hips pulsing just once and you feel the way his hands grip down hard on your plush thighs.
âCan you feel him?â You manage.
âYeah,â Yunho pants, âitâs⊠this is insane,â
âIâm,â Mingi sighs against your back, âI need a second,â
âToo good?â Yunho smiles.
âJustâŠâ Mingi grips your hands, ânobody move, Iâll come way too fast,â
Filled to the brim like this youâre desperate to move though, itâs all you want to do. You all stay as steady as you can, just the sound of each otherâs heavy breaths as you all get your bearings, but in the end you start to move first.
With the smallest shift, you rock your hips once, grinding them further into you and against each other through the thin wall inside you, and you moan.
Mingi jerks.
âPlease,â You murmur into the hushed room.
Yunho looks up to Mingi behind you and nods, âSlow,â
They move in sync, a slow drag out and push back in and after two strokes you think youâll be addicted to them fucking you like this.
âY-yes,â You roll back with your hips, fucking back into them, âmore,â
Mingi drops his lips to your back and uses the position adjustment to snap his hips harder, âYou need more?â
A spark of hot pleasure echoes through you and you whine, âAnything, do anything you want, just fuck me,â
âGood girl,â Yunho hums beneath you, and you feel him adjust his legs and brace his hands on the bed.
Your soul quite possibly leaves your body the second they start fucking you in earnest. All you can do is hold onto them now, both of their cocks stretching you open with every quick pulse of their hips. None of you are going to last long at this rate but you really donât care.
âOh, god,â You collapse lower onto Yunhoâs chest, still gripping Mingiâs hands to ground yourself.
âYouâre so fucking tight, omega,â Yunho groans, gritting his teeth.
âAnd warm,â Mingi nearly growls.
âWet,â Yunho moans.
Your mind is dizzy and hazy and full of pleasured pops.
Yunhoâs hand cups your cheek, drawing your unfocused eyes down to his. Heâs checking you, you can see that, but the moment you smile he nods like heâs praising you, âHow do we feel, jagi?â
âSo good,â You whine, grinding down and back and pushing into the sensation, âIâm so fucking full,â
Mingi chokes out a moan behind you.
âThatâs our girl,â Yunho nods again and thrusts a little harder.
A shudder of hot warmth echoes up through your body and you know youâre blushing hard for them, slick with sweat and need.
âSay it,â Mingi groans, âsay youâre ours,â
âIâm all fucking yours,â The words come out in a rush, âIâm your omega,â
His hips stutter and youâre all starting to lose your grip. He pushes a little too hard, and you both collapse forwards. Youâre a tangle of limbs now, your face pressed up against Yunhoâs throat, Mingi pressed into every inch of your back. Two of your hands are still clasped together and bracing the bed above, but the other two have separated and you hold tight to Yunho with your free hand while Mingi holds your hip with his.
They both havenât stopped despite the position change, both of them needy and close themselves, rutting into you again and again.
âFuck,â You curse, a roll of pleasure up your body, âalpha, please,â
âCome,â Yunho chokes, âcome on our cocks, baby,â
It slams into you, his words as good as a command when you fall apart into shaking moans, pleasure washing through you.
âThatâs,â Yunho starts to say, but at the sensation of your walls clenching down around him he loses all control and thrusts up hard, his knot locking firmly in place as he pumps rope after rope of hot cum inside you. Heâs shuddering too, an overstimulated hiss as Mingi keeps fucking into you.
âSo tight,â Mingi breathes hot against your spine, âmy perfect girl,â
âOh, Mingi,â You grip his hand, pressing your eyes closed as your body is worked over, âbaby, please,â
He sucks in a sharp breath, pulling free from your body with a whine, and you hear him stroke desperately fast until he knots in his hand and spills his release across your skin, painting your backside until it drips down your cunt to where youâre still locked together with Yunho.
You feel euphoric, an almost drug induced haze of bliss, and you nuzzle into Yunhoâs throat to press little kisses along his gland, your tongue darting out to taste his scent.
He shivers under you, âFeeling good, baby?â
âMhm,â Rich, wet earth, the crackling of air before a storm. You worm your way closer to him, breathing him in.
Mingiâs hand untangles from yours and he shifts himself back from the both of you to grab a towel and come back to bed.
âShh,â Yunho murmurs, his knot softening so he can pull himself free, âitâs okay,â
You didnât even notice you had whined to keep him inside, and youâre not in heat, but something about the experience felt transcendental and youâre not even bonded yet.
Mingi drops a towel over the bed and they both ease you over so you can lay on your back, but you pull Mingi down, needing to settle yourself more, âAlpha,â
âHey,â He starts but you yank him down and snuggle into his neck too, soaking in the rich cocoa of his scent, âwhoa, hey,â he laughs.
You lap a stripe up his throat and he sighs, his body softening delightfully under your touch.
âWhatâs this?â He murmurs, stroking your skin.
âNeed you,â You explain, and thatâll have to be enough.
You move then on instinct, your omega close to the surface now as you seek out what you truly need. With a hand laced in Mingiâs hair you direct him, pushing his head down while you stretch your neck long, and setting his mouth directly over your gland.
Youâre not afraid.
He hesitates, breathing you in for a moment, and then you murmur a please.
Mingiâs tongue traces your neck as he drinks in your scent, his kisses slow and reverent over your mating gland.
You reach up and find Yunho, not feeling complete until you have them both.
âYou need me too?â Yunho settles at your side.
âPlease,â
Mingi makes space until youâre flat on the bed with your head back, neck bared to them both. They scent you slowly, deliberately and with delicious care. They kiss your neck and suck softly at your pulse points, they drink you in until your head starts to clear. They scent you until there could be no question who you belonged to and whose bed you come back to every night.
You tumble into sleep just the same, your alphas on either side of you, bodies wrapped up so closely together you donât know whose skin is whose, their lips softly at your throat, whispering their love like a prayer .
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In the aftermath, as the dust settles, the world shakes.
He expects it, but it still catches him off balance.
He leans against the ambulance, brushes off Nancyâs comment about him needing medical care. Jonathan gives him a look like he wants to call him out on it, but he lets it go. Heâs not sure how long heâs been awake, but he knows that if either of them really pressed him, heâd fold like a paper bag.
You know, easily but with a decent amount of noise.
Itâs all he can do to keep upright, using the cool metal door to help. The world doesnât exactly feel steady, but he took a few hits to the head and heâs sure thatâs not helping. Thereâs a ringing in his ears, his sides ache, his face burns, and heâs not altogether sure how long heâs been awake. Heâs sure itâs been somewhere along the lines of too long. Heâs not looking forward to going home, not when all heâs got waiting there is a cold, empty house. His parents wonât be back for a few more weeks.
Even if thereâs a part of him, a big part if he can admit it, that desperately wants his mom to be there, heâs not going to call and ask for her. Heâs supposed to be an adult now, heâs supposed to be growing up, he canât call for her.
Even if it stings a little, watching other people reuniting with their families.
He loses track of time a little, and is only snapped out of it when heâs dragged into a hug. Itâs tight, warm, and so gentle for how fierce it is. He reflexively hugs back before he puts it all together, before he recognizes that itâs Claudia Henderson. Sheâs saying something, but he canât really hear it because heâs too busy trying to catch up on what exactly is happening. When she pulls back, she either repeats it or itâs a different question.
Robin answers before he can.
âYeah, Steveâs gonna stay with me tonight.â
âI am?â
âYeah, dingus, remember?â
âRight, yeah, Iâm staying with her tonight.â Except. âHow are we getting to your place? I lost my keys,â he adds.
âOh, donât worry about it, Iâll take you,â Claudia says. A godsend, really, always. Heâs going to need to get new keys entirely given that his have probably been melted by the fire, but he canât tell her that.
Robin sticks to his side as they go to the car, her hand slides into his and he holds on tight. He doesnât let go until theyâre in her house, after the quiet car ride where he almost dozed off a dozen times. Her parents are at work, both on the night shift at the moment, so itâs just them. Convenient, given that theyâre probably going to wake up screaming at some point. She shoves him into the bathroom first and he uses her strawberry shampoo and doesnât bother to even attempt anything resembling his usual process for cleaning up.
While she takes her turn, he pulls on the clothes she set out. A Hawkins Band tee shirt thatâs a little tight and a pair of gym shorts that are probably bigger than his own. Heâs almost dozing when she starts messing with his hair, helping to dry it without him even noticing sheâd finished her shower. Itâs more a nervous movement than anything, but it feels nice.
âWeâre going to need to keep some of your clothes here, you know.â
âWhy?â
âSo you have something to wear, obviously.â
Obviously. Because heâs going to stay with her sometimes. He should have her clothes at his place too then, even if heâs perfectly willing to let her raid his closet. He likes the idea though, the plan to mesh themselves together already. Heâs never had anyone in his life whoâs made themselves at home in his heart this quickly.
Heâs not sure when he drifts off, when she tugs him the rest of the way onto the bed, when she pulls the blanket up, only distantly feels the way she leans into him, the way he reflexively curls into her.
She feels like sheâs always been here with him and he canât figure out how he lived without her.
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Robin is perfect.
Not like, literally, and itâs not the same as when heâd say it about Nancy.
Thatâs the other thing that he figures out with her. Heâs really not in love with Nancy. Heâd said it, but it really sinks in later. It sinks in the first time they talk about romance, as he tries to give her flirting advice while she laughs at him and asks if he needs a new whiteboard.
They do mingle their closets too, as planned. She still steals his clothes, and he ends up wearing her tee shirts more than his own. She takes him thrifting and shows him all her secrets and he teaches her the art of negotiation in stores.
(Sheâs in awe when he talks down a sales clerk over a stain that he then magics away in the laundry room at his house.)
He shows her how he learned to cook and she helps him to get creative with new ideas. She demands the first bite every time, and heâs happy to share it.
Her parents welcome him though. Her mom teaches him more about first aid than he learned lifeguarding, and her dad teaches him more about cars in his spare time. Heâd known some, but itâs nice, being taught instead of just figuring things out on his own through trial and error. It doesnât take long for him to get fully intermingled in the Buckley family and itâs the most love heâs ever felt.
Somewhere between the whiteboard and that first night spent sharing a bed, they become SteveAndRobin. Somewhere between her mom finishing her shift and finding them curled up on the couch watching cartoons (because after being exposed to terrifying monsters and soldiers, cartoons are necessary) and her dad coming home to find all three of them wrapped up in it, he finds out he fits perfectly in this space.
Somewhere between the first family dinner and the start of the school year, he unofficially becomes a Buckley.
Sitting there in the hospital waiting room, collapsed into a chair because heâs never felt this exhausted, with Robin at one side and Dustin at the other, with Erica and Lucas whispering with Nancy, with Eddie and Max in surgery, he feels it all building up. All the feelings heâd tried to push down, the fear and panic and pain, bubbling up to the surface. Heâs not really looking where his eyes are aimed, not even paying attention until Robin is forcing his heavy, aching limbs up and toward an empty room. She gives him a look as she leaves him on the bed and heâs not even confused about her leaving him there to go back to the waiting room because itâs better if she stays with Dustin anyway.
Except then the door is opening again, with a familiar and welcome sight stepping in.
And then itâs all too much.
Those emotions bubble over with a half-sobbed âMomâ and then arms are around him, holding him together as he splinters into a million pieces.
His mother smells like expensive perfume, floral and chemical and strong. But Betty Buckley smells like antiseptic and cinnamon and itâs the most comforting smell in the world right then.
She doesnât question the grime or blood staining his clothes, doesnât try to get him to tell her what happened, just holds him because he canât break in front of the kids, canât let them see how much heâs struggling right now. He needs this, is the thing. He hasnât really broken down yet because he has to be the strong one, he has to be tough, even if it kills him, but sheâs safe. Sheâs safe enough for him to let go.
She lets him get it all out, and still doesnât ask anything. It doesnât really matter, not at the moment, so she just brushes his hair off his forehead, uses a damp cloth to wipe away some of the dirt, helps him to pull on scrubs before halting that process to treat his back and arms and sides and neck. Heâs gone a little numb, but she moves quick anyway. And then heâs on his back, an IV hooked into his hand, and sheâs pressing a kiss to his forehead and telling him to rest.
So he does.
Itâs not a conscious decision, more like he was just waiting for someone to tell him he could.
When he wakes, Robin is in the bed next to him. Dustin is on a rolling cot against the wall. He knows without knowing that Max is down the hall, Lucas and Erica are with her, and Nancy is probably bossing around everyone in that way she does that he canât help respecting. He doesnât stay awake long.
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Heâs going stir crazy.
Thereâs a lot of mixed feelings. On one hand, heâs slept a lot. On the other, the town is a little broken. Robin and Dustin are volunteering, and heâll join them when he can get out there, but Richard Buckley is under strict orders to keep him from making an escape. The plant has been temporarily shut down, and heâs a glass half-full kind of guy, but itâs really inconvenient for Steveâs desire to be out of the hospital.
He still loves him though, really.
He finally gets a window when Rich steps out for real food.
(It had been hilarious when he and Robin established their dads are both âRichardâ, but while Steveâs dad thinks shortening it sounds ridiculous, Robinâs dad loves to give himself new short names at every opportunity. The week he wanted to go by Chard was a fun week.)
He goes for the door, playing nonchalant, and is dismayed to find someone sitting outside.
âHe told me youâd try and escape,â the man says, not looking up from his newspaper.
âIâm not escaping,â he lies.
âHumor me.â The man looks over at him then and Steve has to bite back his surprise. âHuh. If I didnât know any better, Iâd say your last name isnât Buckley.â
âItâs not.â
âThen why have I been hearing for months about Ritchieâs boy?â
âTechnically I am that.â
âNot the right one though.â
âNo, but thatâs sematics.â
âYouâre missing an ânâ there, son.â The correction is gentle, carrying the tone of someone whoâs used to reminding someone else of little details. For some reason, it doesnât sting like it did when other people corrected him.
âRight, yeah.â
âYou had a bit of blood loss, I hear. Maybe you should lay back down again.â
âI canât. ThereâsâŠpeople are out there and need help. Other people got hurt worse than me. I canât just lay here and do nothing.â
âYouâre not doing nothing, youâre recovering.â
âIâm fine.â
âDoesnât sound like you are,â he half mumbles, and god, itâs so familiar it aches.
âI donât know why youâre focused on keeping me in bed. You of all people should be fine with me going out there to help out.â Thereâs a beat of silence, where Steve thinks he maybe overstepped, getting just a sigh in return.
âMaybe. But I know damn well how important you are to a friend of mine and he asked for a favor. Iâm not about to let him down.â
âMr. Munson ââ
âWayne.â
ââŠWayne. You should go back to Eddie. He needs you more.â
âHeâs got a visitor already. Iâm not hovering.â
âI think youâre hovering a bit here.â
âWell opinions are like assholes, son. Everyoneâs got one.â Itâs enough to startle a laugh out of him, as Wayne stands up and ushers him back into the room. He didnât notice while he was standing there as the pain in his muscles, the itching of the scabs, the exhaustion in his bones, creeps back up on him. He protests, but doesnât really fight as heâs nudged back into the too firm mattress.
âGet some more rest, kid. Long days are coming, take advantage while you can.â
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âI just donât get it!â
âIs he still talking about this?â
Robinâs groan is the only answer he needs. Dustin, back on his usual arguments after saving the world again, is expanding his hobby. Now heâs not just bugging Steve and Robin about their love life (love lives?), heâs dragging others in on the argument too.
âDusty-buns, you seem to be awful involved in this,â Eddie teases. âMaybe you have a crush on Robin.â She makes a face, throws a marshmallow at him, and Steve snorts as he cackles.
âNo! I just donât know why they wonât date! Eddie, back me up on this,â Dustin says. âTheyâre perfect for each other! They laugh at the same jokes, share clothes all the time, and donât even argue, Steve, Iâve seen her wear your jeans before and youâve worn her sweaters. They share food with each other, spend all their time together, and they share chapstick!â
âHey, we donât spend all our time together! Sometimes I wait for her to bike to my house.â
âNot helping, babe.â
âSee!â Dustin is probably seconds from losing his marbles, and Steve really should put him out of his misery, but itâs too funny still.
âYouâre missing some key information, boy-genius,â Eddie says.
âLike what?â
âLike the fact that theyâre never going to date.â
âThatâs what doesnât make sense!â
âRobin, pass me our chapstick,â Steve says, just to make Dustin a little more insane.
âYou had it last. Steven, did you lose our chapstick?â
âI definitely gave it back to you.â
âHere you go,â Eddie says, tossing the little tube to Steve with a grin. Dustinâs eyes dart between the three of them like heâs just gotten new information.
âEddie. Are youâŠdating Robin?â
Itâs Steveâs turn to groan, and he doesnât need to look to see the face Robin is making.
âJesus Christ, Henderson, Eddie is dating me!â Now heâs silent. And Steve is going to panic if he stays silent.
âHuh. That makes a lot of sense. You were weirdly jealous.â
âI was what? No I wasnât!â
âYou kind of were,â Robin adds.
âAnd it makes sense why you wouldnât date Robin, who is literally perfect for you.â
âHow many times do I have to tell you weâre just friends.â
âYeah, and I could be literally perfect for him, pipsqueak,â Eddie says, grabbing one of Robinâs marshmallows to throw at him.
âYou and Robin are still weirdly codependent, it has to be said,â Dustin insists, batting away Eddieâs attempts to ruffle his hair.
âYeah, well, thatâs what happens when you get psychically linked to each other. Get used to it, Henderson.â
âYouâre what?!â Eddie and Dustinâs voices overlap, but theyâre both drowned out by his and Robinâs laughter.
Their expressions alone are worth the lecture theyâre going to get about keeping secrets.
#platonic stobin#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#kat writes#fic#idk i got really in my feels about Steve and family and Robin and wanted to have some fun with the angst of it all
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tantalizing
ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČâ âč pairing: idol bf!mark x fem!reader
ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČâ âč tags/warnings: slight fluff, smut!, protected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, kissing/making out, nipple play/breast play, multiple orgasms, mentions of squirting, marking, possessive mark (?), whipped mark (!?)
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ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČâ âč a.n: hi! as per requested by a poll i conducted, here it is! a mark smut fic, woohoo! i hope you all can enjoy it! school has been a real pain in the butt lately, like why they give so much work ă
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++ i just wanna quickly say that over the past week a lot has happened in nct specifically & i want to clarify/say that i want full justice for the victim(s) involved, they didn't deserve the disgusting and vile things that guy was doing to them. may he rot in jail, like honestly he ruined the lives of all those around him for his horrid selfish desires. frik you man.
you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the door to fly open. waiting for one individual, your boyfriendâ mark lee.
sporting a rather sexy, black lace lingerie you await the idol after his long day at work. a new comeback meant his schedule was busier, and what better way to congratulate him than sex. however you also admit, youâve been feeling rather lonely and needy. so ainât this a win-win situation?
youâre later knocked from your thoughts when you hear the front door open. it was quite late when you turned to look at the clock, he mustâve been exhausted. guilt was starting to consume you, maybe you should do this another day, maybe you should-
âbabe?â markâs raspy voice calls for you as he enters the room.
fuck, now itâs too late to back out.
you smile at your boyfriend who has an unreadable expression as he eyes you up and down, down and up. âeverything alright?â you question him when he doesnât say another word.
he still doesnât respond, however instead his body responds for him as he inches closer. step-by-step until heâs only an inch away. he looks down while you look up.
mark curses himself. how could you be so fucking hot, he mustâve stricken the jackpot with you. oblivious to his thoughts, you just stay thereâ frozen.
âyou're tantalizing, you know that?â he finally speaks up, reaching his hand to caress your cheek. you smirk, âam i?â
âfuck,â he curses out lowly, and takes that same hand that caressed your cheek to grab you wrist. he places your hand on his hardened cock. âfeel it, canât you see how excited you get me.â a small whimper leaves your mouth as you feel his cock. itâs been less than 5 minutes since heâs seen you yet heâs this hard.
looking back at him, he stares you down. his eyes lustful and hungry, like a predator looking down at his prey. the feeling didnât scare you though, it fired you up.
âopen that pretty mouth for me,â he says, voice low but commanding. without any hesitation you complied. âstick your tongue out,â he continues, while working his hands on his pants. it didnât take long before he freed his cock from its confinements.
taking his cock around his hand, while the other slowly pushes your head closer to his cock. you notice the small amounts of pre-cum already starting to come out. your lips touch his tip where you begin to peck around it and on top of it.
âi told you to open your mouth y/n,â his voice still low and commanding. opening your mouth back up, he pushes his cock inside your mouth. slowly and steady until it was finally snug inside your mouth. you tried your hardest to keep breathing, as he was still too hard to take in.
he didnât move, causing you to look up at him. markâs eyes are still looking down at you. itâs a sight for sore eyes, mark thought. the way you took his cock in your mouth like the good girl you are, fuck.
he couldnât take it any more, so he decided to take the lead. he fisted your hair into his hand to begin bobbing your head on his cock. fucking his cock into your mouth roughly, your eyes began to water, and incoherent noises fell from your mouth as drool escaped your lips.
in the past you wouldâve done all the work, gone at your pace but you both knew there was no patience in not only mark, but you as well to go on the slow side of things today. you both craved one another, desired one another.
âyour mouth is too perfect, fuck, i could cum any second now,â mark groans. the room filled with both your noises and the wet sounds of your mouth and his cock. your panties feeling getting wetter the more you feel his cock deepthroating you.
your hands crept to his thighs, holding onto them as you began bobbing your head. another groan leaves his mouth when he notices what youâre doing. your tongue runs along his shaft, licking him for all heâs worth. and it was your tongue that ultimately pushed him to the edge, coming into your mouth, coating you white.
you let out a muffled moan when you felt the warmness inside your mouth. taking his cock finally out of your mouth, you notice itâs still semi-hard. you look back up at mark as he watches you swallow his cum. his face slightly twitches at the action.
âface down, ass up,â he later says once he feels as though you're ready to take more. getting on your knees, arching your back as your ass sticks up, you wait for the man. you feel his fingers ghost your legs, leaving a burning trail. they reach your ass where he fondles the flesh, giving a light slap which causes you to whimper.
a faint chuckle leaves his lips at your action. continuing his journey he hooks his fingers onto your laced black thong, dragging it down. âthis wet already?â he questions as he drags his fingers onto your slit. he teasingly plays with your pussy, taking his time exploring.
âp-please,â you beg.
âplease what babe?â
âplease, use your fingers,â you replied.
however, markâs teasing didnât stop. âwhere should i use my fingers?â he continued to ask.
you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, âi-in my pussyâŠâ
mark didnât respond, he just chuckled before he intruded two fingers into you. he pumped his fingers in you ruthlessly, whilst taking his thumb to rub against your clit. both simulations knocked you over the edge, moans spilled from you every second. the way mark curled and scissored his fingers into your brought you closer to the edge.
he felt your walls clench around his fingers, âgonna cum already babe?â
ây-yes,â you yelled out, too fucked out to even keep quiet. all you heard was mark humming before you felt his fingers dive deeper, reaching your g-spot and thumb rubbing your clit faster. that became the final blow before you came crashing down as your orgasm washed over you.
markâs hand and your thighs coated in your juices, but that didnât stop your boyfriend from continuing to fuck his fingers in you. he helped you override your orgasm, however it only resulted in more washing over you. it wasnât until he placed a kiss on your ass that he finally pulled his fingers out.
mark wasted no time, licking his fingers, licking your sweet juices into his mouth. youâre the best meal heâs ever tasted.
still a bit hazy, you failed to hear the tear of the condom mark was getting ready to use. putting it on his cock, he scoots closer to you, the bed slightly dipping. one hand grips your hips while the other drags his cock inside you. he watches as your pussy swallows him. he feels as your walls clench around him.
âyou feel so hot,â he says, diving down to kiss your back. you both stay like that for a while, until his lips reach your nape. he sucks on an exposed side of your neck, marking you up. his lips reach your ear where he whispers, âready?â
you tilt your head, lips nearly touching. âyes,â you whisper back. his lips smash into your, his tongue making its way in as well. he could still faintly taste himself in your mouth. he loved kissing you, feeling your perfect, soft lips on his. how could he ever let you go? if there was one thing about mark it was that he just couldnât fathom seeming you with another man. the thought enraged him.Â
departing from the kiss, he drags his cock out before pounding it back in. he continues repeating this action, holding you by your hips as he harshly thrusts. his tip hitting your womb, hitting that spot that drives you insane.
âfuck, such a perfect pussy. molded right for me,â mark groans. you moan back an incoherent response, throwing your ass back at him. he stops his thrusting, letting you do the work. the lewd sounds of your wetness and ass hitting him echoed in the room. he watches his cock disappear and then reappear from your pussy, the sight was such a blessing.
your tears stained the sheets and your moans muffled as your face was faced down on the bed. you couldnât take it no more, you wanted to cum. so you discreetly try to drag your hand down to your clit.
âtsk, so needy my love,â mark says, pounding back into you, causing you to move forward. you clench the sheets as mark began fucking back into you ruthlessly. the pace far more better than before, reaching you even deeper. his drags two fingers down to your clit, pinching and rubbing the poor bud until he felt you were near.
âcum on my cock, let me feel you.â
his words were like a spell, as you soon came crashing down once more. clenching tightly around his cock as you came. the action triggering markâs own climax. he came inside the condom, his cock twitching inside you.
his grip on your hips loosened, causing you to flump down. you were too tired, too fucked, but still desired more.
mark discards of the condom, grabbing another one as he slips it onto his cock once more. âcome here babe, i know you ainât satisfied yet,â he says, breathless. gathering the little energy you had left you crawl to him where he sat on the edge of the bed.
âsit on it,â he says and you follow. your back against his chest, sinking onto his cock. you whimper at the familiar stretch. wasting no time, you begin bouncing on his cock. the position allows for him to reach you deeply, fully in you. you glance down, noting the bulge in your stomach. the sight caused you to clench tightly around him, markâs arms slithered around your body. âyou love my cock donât ya?â he grits.
you nod your head as you chant âyesâ like itâs your only vocabulary. you didnât know when but mark had removed your bra, his hands fondling your tits while he placed open mouthed kisses along your shoulders and neck. you feel his fingers pinch your nipples, flicking the bud.
moving his hands to your hips, he helps you when he begins to feel your pace falter. âitâs alright, i got you,â he whispers in your ear. the thrusting speeds up, and it wasnât long before you both came again, together.
it was short, but intimate. you both tired out, slumping on the bed as you quickly lose consciousness. drifting off to a deep slumber, not feeling as mark cleaned you up, dressed you properly, and tugged you back into bed.
nevertheless you could still feel the warmth of markâs body as he tugged you closer to him, engulfed you. and the sweet little nothings and the i love youâs he whispered didnât go unheard. both of you secretly looking forward to what the future brought for the two of you.
© jhdyuiee
2024. 09. 01
final a.n: i apologize if this became rather shitty, it's almost 3 am & i'm tired, but i really wanted to get this up for ya'll nonetheless!
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đđđ đđđđđđ-đđđđđ: Dry Humping w/ Spencer Reid
a/n: HEY HEY HEY!! so i am fully aware that spencer was a child during college, so this is an alternative universe where he's of the college age đ this is basically season one spencer cause i wanna eat him!!
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You didn't like how the other girls in the circle were looking at him. Their lustful eyes eating up a very nervous Spencer, the man playing with his fingers anxiously.
It was obvious that he wasn't used to being in places like this; where everyone was drunk, high or both, couples and randoms making out and practically fucking in every dark corner of the room. You never thought that you'd see The Spencer Reid, your college campus' genius, sitting in a spin the bottle circle in a random frat house.
You had no idea who convinced the poor boy that doing this was a good idea, but you would be damned if any other one of these girls were to get their hands on him. You liked him first â not just liked him â you claimed him. Everyone in your group knew that you liked him, so the fact that they had the fucking gall to look at him that way knowing you were there pissed you off.
"Alright, everybody!" A random bro shouted from on top of one of the dining room tables. "We were going to play Spin The Bottle, but I figured it'd be better if we play Seven Minutes in Heaven, seeing as though we have a special guest here with us tonight."
You knew exactly who he was talking about, and as your eyes lifted to look at Spencer, his gaze was already settled on you, but once he saw you were looking at him, he looked away bashfully. His face flushed a pretty red and so did his ears, and you could practically see the blood threatening to spill from his cuticles as he picked at them.
Your eyes narrowed at the jock angrily, every part of your body yelling at you to tend to Spencer.
But you swallowed it down.
A large group of people gathered around, and then the first spin of the night began. People were gleefully coming and going from the closet, a few of the couples manipulating the bottle so that it landed on them.
"Oh, shit!" One of the frat bros called out loudly. You looked curiously to see all eyes locked on you and Spencer, the tip pointing at you and the end pointing at him.
You must admit, you were a bit⊠known⊠around school. You wouldn't say you were popular, now that was a bit childish, but you definitely had connections in a couple different places.
The poor man looked almost frantic, looking at you then looking back down, almost as if saying you didn't have to. Oh, but you did.
"Seven minutes, pretty boy. C'mon." You said as you got up. His eyes were as big as saucers, his mouth gaping akin to like a fish would. You straightened your tight dress, reaching out a well manicured hand.
"If you want this to be over sooner then get up." You whispered sternly. He scrambled to interlock your fingers, and you lead him to the closet that was already significantly hot from the amount of bodies that had been in there already.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." You reassured. "No, no⊠I-I want to, it's justâŠ" He babbled, wringing his hands. "It's just what?" You pushed, stepping closer to him. He gulped, backing up slightly and knocking into the shelves behind him.
"I just don't know how." He didn't know how to make you feel good, how to pleasure you. He was embarrassed to admit to the girl that he liked, who was also totally out of his league, that he was a virgin.
"Why did you come here, then?" You questioned with a slight smirk. "Because⊠because you were here and I wanted to uh- maybe- I don't know-" You cupped his face, stroking his cheeks.
"Kiss me then, Spence."
"Wh- what?!" He stuttered.
"I said," You spoke, your lips brushing against his, "Kiss me." He gulped, looking down at your lips back up to your eyes, then back down to your lips again.
"Okay." He breathed.
He leaned forward, albeit hesitantly, and pressed your lips together. It started out slow, but with a lot of coaxing from you, he got comfortable. Your lips moved in tandem as the room heated up. You had no idea what had come over you when you placed both of his hands on your ass.
"Touch me." You breathed heavily. Your breasts pressed tauntingly into his chest, his cock hardening embarrassingly fast. "Are you sure?" You nodded. "Please."
He tested the waters with a light squeeze before shoving your hips together. His body stuttered as a loud whine fell from his mouth. You could feel his bulge against your plush body and Spencer wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole.
"Sorry, sorry." His apologies were frantic, but your nerves burned with need. "I'm fine with you grinding on me, baby." You reassured. "In fact, I like it." Normally, you wouldn't say you carried a dominating energy with you, but it was like you wanted to swallow the poor boy whole.
"Oh, God." He whimpered, but nonetheless joined your lips back together. You slipped your plush thigh through his legs, pressing it on his cock.
His hips jutted out, and you swallowed his cry. His grips on your ass turned deathly as he humped your leg like a bitch in heat.
"That feel good?" You cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
He nodded fastly, his lips pressed together and his eyes closed. He was lost in the feeling of the friction, perspiration beading on his hairline. You practially eat the sight of his deep red face up.
"You're mine. Alright, pretty boy?" You asked ferociously. You wrentched his head back, sinking your teeth into the sensitive skin of his neck. He nodded. "Say it." He yelped when you nipped at his adams apple.
"I'm yours, fuck- all yours!"
Your stomach twisted with a pleasant warm feeling, which only increased rapidly which you felt his thrusts grow sloppy.
"You gonna cum, honey?" You asked through your marking. "Yes, yes, yesâŠ" He babbled. "Good. Cum all over me." He let out one last loud moan before you felt the warmth of spend seep out and onto the hem of your dress.
There was a knock on the door.
"Okay, lovebirds. Time's up!"
You smirked at the fact that Spencer was shaking like a leaf in your hold.
"After this, we are so going to my dorm." You claimed. "Yes! Yeah, yeah⊠yes, please." He all but shouted.
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STWG daily prompt 3/12/23
prompt: "what the hell happened to you?"
pairing/character(s): steddie
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Eddie hasn't heard from Steve for forty eight hours when the phone rings, and he jumps for it. He hopes (and maybe prays to the god he doesn't believe in) that it's Steve. That he just... Fell asleep when he got home from his shift at Scoops and that's why he didn't call when he got home two days ago. That he got distracted by the kids the next morning and that's why he didn't call Eddie one day ago.
"Hello?" He says into the phone, trying not to sound too frantic.
But as soon as he finds out who's calling, a rock settles in his stomach.
"This is Hawkins General Hospital, am I speaking with Wayne Munson?"
He's silent for a moment. Fuck. Something's happened to Steve. He debates lying, because Wayne left for work literally five minutes ago, and he needs to know what happened, and what if Steve's dead?-
"No. This is Eddie Munson, ma'am, Wayne just left for work. Is- Is everything okay?" He closes his eyes as he speaks, tips his head forward to lightly bang it against the wall of the trailer. Why didn't he just lie? Now they're never going to tell him.
"Alright, one moment.." The lady on the phone says, and Eddie hears some papers rustling and then a sigh, "Oh, Edward Munson?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You're listed as another emergency contact, so I can tell you this as well." Eddie breathes out a sigh of relief, but feels tears start to well up as he imagines what she's about to say.
"This is in regards to Steven Harrington, who is alive and stable but quite badly injured. That's all I can say over the phone. Before he can be discharged, if his next of kin don't respond, we'll need to talk through patient care with you or Wayne Munson, alright?"
"Yes I- He can have visitors, right?" He's already looking frantically around the room to see where the keys to his van are.
"Yes. Visiting hours don't end for another two hours yet."
Eddie's never hung up a phone so fast.
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When he finally gets to Steve's room (after an argument with the receptionist who was hesitant to give him the room number), he practically throws open the door in his haste, and is... Surprised at the amount of people in the room.
He's zeroed in on Steve before he properly registers them though. As soon as he processes the state of his boyfriend, everyone else in the room practically disappear from his mind.
"Oh, Stevie." He whispers, walking over to the bed.
Steve seems to be either asleep or passed out, and he looks.. Horrible. One eye is swollen shut, there's a bandage over his nose like it's broken, and his bottom lip is swollen with a (freshly stitched up) wound trailing down from it an inch or so. And that's just his face-- Eddie can't even see the rest of him right now.
"What the hell happened to you?" He mumbles to himself, hesitantly reaching out to rest a hand on Steve's forearm.
It's then that he's rudely reminded of the presence of others in the room.
"More like what the hell is Eddie Munson doing in Steve Harrington's hospital room?" A familiar voice asks, and he turns to see Robin Buckley sat at Steve's side. A little more turning around and he sees Dustin, who he recognises from pictures, and a little girl who can't be older than ten.
Robin looks confused and suspicious, and like she's about to interrogate him until she sees the genuine distress (and tears) in his eyes. She softens a little, and lets Eddie ask what he's been dying to ask for over forty eight hours now.
"Is he okay?" He sniffles harshly in attempt to get rid of the waver in his voice.
"He will be. Pretty bad concussion though, and- No, wait. Seriously, why are you here?"
Eddie's about to make something up, when Steve rouses with a groan. Everyone's quiet as he squints open his good eye and groans some more at the lights.
"Wha's- Wha's goin' on?" He slurs, and Eddie feels the tears return. Steve sounds as fucked up as he looks, and- shit, Robin said concussion? Steve's already had one too many of those.
"Hey, it's okay Stevie. You know where you are?" Eddie asks gently, opting to ignore everyone else once again if they're going to stay quiet.
"Eds?" Steve's face scrunches up in a way that looks painful, and he slowly looks over in Eddie's direction with eyes that are definitely too dilated.
Eddie starts rubbing his thumb back and forth where he's still gently resting a hand on Steve's forearm. He hopes it's comforting rather than adding to Steve's pain.
"Yeah, I'm here. I got you, sweetheart."
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Over Ice (Part 6)
Hockey!Rhysand x Reader
Summary:Â Anon Req: Sheâs walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out heâs the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!
Warnings: Mentions of reader's fictional father passing away.
Word Count: 3678
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)
Notes: Lowkey feel like I'm losing the plot here but we'll see what happens. đ€đ»
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âYou shouldâve dressed up as a naughty schoolgirl, show him how bad you really are,â your roommate, Gwyn, teases softly while Mor finishes the artwork that is her hair in the bathroom.
You snort, readjusting the top of your strapless green dress Mor forced you into. Dress being the relative term because this is no more than a scrap of silk with lace lining the hem. The bottom of the dress hardly covers the tops of your thighs, and if you drop something tonight, there will be no picking it up, lest you flash the entire hockey house your panties.
You donât know how youâve managed to get invited to another party. Of course, Rhys is Morâs cousin and youâre sure that he had more than a little to do with you and your roommates attending this evening, but youâre surprised that Mor actually agreed to going. Usually, sheâs up for any sort of antics that donât revolve around sports, like frat parties or bars that donât check IDâs, and you canât help but wonder where this change of heart has come from.
Gwyn looks surprisingly chipper for someone who barely leaves the apartment, even more so for someone who has held strong on her stance never to attend a single hockey game nor party during her time at Velaris U. Another one with a harsh rule, you think, her determination reminding you of Rhys and his law that you and his teammates donât mix.
Pfft, and here you are, getting ready to attend their Halloween party.
Youâre not sure what Gwyn has against hockey, but right now, you appreciate that sheâs coming more than she could ever know. Youâre glad you missed out on whatever method Mor used to get her to come, but she looks cute in her pink dress. Her long, auburn hair is tied back with a big, red bow, and she has clip on bangs in for her costume as Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls. Mor claimed Bubbles, though you were hoping she would want to be Buttercup because her attitude more than matches the little green girlsâ.
You suppose youâll need Buttercups strength tonight, because youâre more than determined to piss Rhysand off.
âHeâs seen my psych grades, I think he already knows how bad I am,â you answer carefully, slipping your thigh-high white socks on. Thereâs an intricate lace fringe at the top, and you must admit, Mor picked out the perfect attire for your costumes. Sheâs somehow managed to give a childrenâs cartoon the perfect amount of skin for the occasion.
The only thing youâre not looking forward to is the tall, chunky boots she somehow managed to sneak into your dorm two weeks ago. Youâll never underestimate your best friendâs ability to curate the perfect costume.
Neither Mor nor Gwyn know that your tutor is Rhysand Cunningham. You havenât had the guts to bring it up to Mor, even though your relationship with her cousin is nothing short of formal. Okay, so his teasing texts earlier and having to pretend to be his girlfriend in the presence of his ex werenât keeping away from each other by any means, but thereâs nothing going on between you two, so thereâs no need to worry your friend.
Youâre strapping your feet into the platform pumps when Mor emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of hairspray. Her pigtails are much more adult than her character in the cartoon, mostly because she has much more hair, nearly reaching the curve of her ass on a good day. Sheâd never let it cover one of her best assets.
âOh my gosh, you two look so fucking good!â She squeals, jumping in place. The guys at the party are going to love this look on her because even you canât stop staring at the way her breasts jiggle with her joy. That pushup bra is doing wonders for her already perky tits, and youâre going to have to ask her where she got it because you need to order one as soon as possible.
âYou look amazing, Mor,â you compliment, pushing to your feet. You wobble a little but manage to gain your balance quickly enough. You take a tentative step towards the counter where you left your pre-party drink.
âI know,â Mor grins, flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. Her brown eyes sparkle with pride and a little bit of tequila. âWeâre killing these costumes.â She walks in her boots like she was born in them. She flicks at Gwynâs fake bangs with a snicker. âGwynie, you look hot.â
Gwynâs cheeks turn as red as her hair. âThanks,â she shrugs bashfully. âBut do we have to go to the hockey house tonight? I heard itâs going to be bumping at Ritaâs tonight.â
You wonder if Mor is going to ask what the both of you have been dying to know since Gwynâs sour reaction the first time hockey was ever mentioned under this roof. You donât know what kind of beef she has with the sport, or maybe one of the players, but sheâs made it more than known on multiple occasions that the topic is taboo, and sheâll never attend anything that has the slightest correlation to hockey.
Your gaze flicks to Mor. Her brows are furrowed and sheâs not normally one to give pause, opting to blurt out whatever comes to mind, but right now sheâs giving Gwyn the benefit of the doubt and thinking through her options here.
In the end, she goes for pouting, because she knows that neither of you can resist. âBut you promised youâd come!â
You donât know how Mor made that happen, let alone Gwyn promising to join, and you really want to know. Gwyn sighs in a defeated way that makes you ache for her. Itâs hard to get her to come out to a non-hockey related event this semester, and thatâs also something youâre going to have to talk to her about sometime because you miss your friend on nights out.
Maybe you can stay in one weekend with her, too.
âI know, I know,â Gwyn says, pouring a shot of vodka into a cup. She slams it back and you can see the way that sheâs working through the battery acid-like taste, the way she builds herself up before she continues. âLetâs go.â
âYou ready?â James asks, trying to smother his amusement. Youâre hardly even touching him as you dance together, and yet you can still feel Rhysâ harsh glare from the center of the makeshift living room dancefloor.
âNot a chance,â you respond, and your palms are damp just thinking about it.
âGood, because here he comes,â he warns, right before youâre ripped away from him.
Rhys stands like a raging bull, complete with nostrils flaring, and youâre pretty sure heâs digging his foot into the ground like heâs about to charge. You canât help but to giggle at his antics, and you canât wait to see how this plays out.
James swallows harshly, all of the amusement washes from his face as he pales. Heâs still too green on the team to really know Rhys all that well, and right now, heâs regretting deciding to tease his captain, even if it is for the greater good.
You and your classmate had come to an agreement. Your roommates didnât question you when James appeared at your side with a shot in hand and a question to dance. In fact, they all but shoved you into his arms, giggling and whispering to each other before youâd even had the chance to turn around.
Theyâre somewhere around here, and hopefully, theyâre not close enough to watch how this plays out.
He raises his hands in surrender. âHey, cap.â
âJames,â Rhys grits. He looks like an avenging angel, except that heâs dressed as a vampire. You canât tell if the cape tied around his neck is sexy or not, but his white button down that shows off the top of his chest most definitely is.
Itâs offset by the plastic fangs poking out from his lips is most definitely cuter than anything.
Everything you notice about him is a confusing jumble.
âHow are you enjoying the party?â James all but squeaks, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing. You feel kind of bad for your new friend, putting himself in the line of fire like this, but as soon as your bargain falls into place with Rhys, youâre going to try your best to make it worthwhile for James.
âScram kid, before I make you do laps the entire next practice,â Rhys grunts and you canât control yourself, you burst into laughter.
Rhys turns towards you, confused. You straighten, wiping pretend tears from your face. âIâm sorry, did you just fucking say scram?â
âSo, what if I did?â Rhys asks, and heâs clearly enjoying that smile heâs put on your face. His chest puffs with pride, but he pouts and your grin widens.
âI just didnât know we time-traveled back to the 1900âs.â
Rhys makes a face at you that is all too endearing. He pokes you on the arm and you jerk away before retaliating.
âHey!â You whine when he traps your wrists in one large hand, poking you in the sides with the other. The way youâre squirming makes him wonder if youâd be moving like that in his bed. He immediately releases you and you straighten your dress, feeling the shift in the atmosphere. âIâm, uh, going to get a drink,â you mutter. Finding the roommates youâd abandoned might be helpful as well.
Just as youâre about to spin on your heel, Rhysâ groan of agony stops you.
âWhat the fuck is she doing here?â He curses, and his entire playboy protective captain aura goes up in flames. Now heâs a frustrated, annoyed boy whose clingy ex wonât take a fucking hint.
âWho?â You question, rolling cautiously onto your tiptoes to try and see who Rhys is talking about. You canât see a damn thing in the darkness of the house. Youâre not even sure where your own roommates are.
âAmarantha,â Rhys sighs, then, more frantic. âFuck, we made eye contact. Hold my hand.â
You hide your excitement. This is perfect. Not planned, by any means, because youâre not evil, but it will further your plans. Just after you play with Rhysand a little bit longer. âWhat? No way!â
Rhys shoots you a dry look. âJesus, (Y/N), donât spare my feelings, or anything.â
âSorry,â you grin, sheepishly.
âPlease,â he begs, and you try not to let it show how much him pleading affects you. You thought you were hot before, but now youâre fucking dripping. âIâll do anything.â
You try not to let your mind wander into what anything could mean. Maybe you need another drink to cool yourself down, or make your mind a little more imaginative.
Rhysâ gaze flicks worriedly to where his ex is stalking your way with a purpose.
Right, back on track.
âFine,â you hiss, mostly because you canât stand those sad eyes heâs giving you. You know itâs a ploy, but if it gets him to stop pestering you, youâll do it. Plus, if Rhys sees that youâre willing to play his little game, itâll be much easier to bring up the internship you want with the team. âPut your arm around me.â
He does much more than that. Rhys throws his arm over your shoulder and pulls you into his side. You jump at the warmth and ignore the look of confusion he shoots you.
âIf you donât put your hands on me, sheâs not going to believe that youâre my girlfriend.â
âAnd why is that?â you mutter, scouring the crowd for his ex-girlfriend. She shouldnât be so hard to find with her bright hair and menacing presence, but thereâs no sign of her yet, even with your sky-high heels on.
âBecause, youâre supposed to be my girlfriend,â Rhys growls, but his unhappiness isnât directed at you. His violet eyes dark with violence. He looks like he could still hunt James down and strangle him just for dancing with you.
âBut Iâm not, really,â you counter, trying to keep up your withering façade. Truth is, youâve done exactly what you set out to do, prove to Rhys that his rules mean nothing to you and that youâre never going to be one of those girls who lets a man tell her what to do.
When you step closer to Rhys to better berate him over the loud music, you barely notice James slinking back into the crowd. He uses you as a distraction for his captain, just like the both of you planned.
âBut you are,â Rhys hisses, and you refuse to like the way your body reacts to his words. His arm is a warm weight around your arm as he guides you in the direction of the living room. In the threshold, he stops you, and youâre not sure what youâre supposed to be focusing on when his front is pressed up against your back like this and thereâs a hardness pressing against you that youâd never be able to ignore.
âWhen sheâs around,â Rhys starts, and his breath against your ear makes it difficult not to shiver. He nods toward the crowd, right to where his ex is oblivious, dancing with her friends. Sheâs dressed as some kind of sexy witch, which is fitting, since youâve met her and know her attitude is worse than nice. âYouâre all mine, (Y/N). If I want your hands all over me, youâll do it. If I want to kiss you, you wonât pull away,â you clutch the drink in your hand tighter, and your thighs mirror the motion. âAnd if we get a little carried awayâŠâ he trails off. His hands resting on your hips curve around your front. You can feel him like a brand through the thin fabric of your dress. Your breath hitches in your throat and you canât help but to lean further into him. âWell, I wonât tell anyone if you wonât.â
You glare, but heâs right. The only reason youâre so vehemently against this idea is because Mor could catch you at any second.
âFine. But I need your help with something in exchange.â It hurts you to admit it, but James said that there wasnât much he could do to guarantee you an internship with the team, and you can admit that it would look really good on your applications to say that you aided in athletic training for Vulcan Uâs hockey team.
Too bad you know exactly who does hold sway with their coach, and heâs also your tutor.
And an arrogant asshole.
âOh?â He quirks a cocky brow and you regret asking him immediately. You donât like that spark of intrigue in his eyes. âNow I have something that you want?â
You grit your teeth and shove at his chest. His hands donât move from around your waist, keeping you pressed tightly against his body. To the other partygoers, you pushing at him might look playful, and, reading the smug smile on Rhysâ face, he thinks the same.
âYes,â you admit, shoulders dropping. You donât know why youâre finding it so difficult to look at those sparkling violet eyes of his, but you drag your gaze across the party, taking in the different costumes and couples gyrating in the middle of his living room. Rhys allows you to find you words, and when you return your eyes to his, you find him staring down at you with a soft look on his face.
âI was speaking with James,â you start, and his grip tightens on your hips. Rhysâ mouth flattens and his eyes sharpen, jerking from yours to scour the crowd for his teammate. âHey,â you swat at his arm, gaining his attention. âI didnât think you needed the reminder that I can speak to who I want.â
âAnd I didnïżœïżœt think you needed the reminder that you canât put moves on any of my players,â Rhys says, leaning down to growl in your ear. His lips brush the shell of your ear, sending a shiver up your spine, and your fingers tighten in his shirt. Hopefully he reads it as your annoyance and not because you donât trust how wobbly your knees have just become. âExcept for me, because I have a feeling that weâre about to make a deal. Isnât that right, (Y/N)?â
You lean away from him, just enough to meet his eyes again. Theyâre as intense as they are playful, and when his thumb strokes your hip, you all but cave.
âA deal?â You echo, because theyâre the only words in your vocabulary that havenât disappeared from your mind.
Rhysandâs lips tug into the biggest self-fucking-satisfied smile youâve ever seen, and thatâs when you realize that your gaze has wandered down to his perfect, kissable lips.
You shove against his chest again and this time he relents, allowing a few inches of space between you. Itâs barely enough, though. Every exhale has your chests brushing, but you manage to wedge your arms into the space and cross them over your chest.
You definitely donât miss the way Rhysâ eyes flick down to your breasts that youâre conveniently pushing up for his viewing pleasure.
âWhat do you want, darling?â He purrs, and damn him for being so fucking sexy. And the fact that heâs dressed as a vampireâŠgods, heâs every womanâs wet dream. âDo you want my hands?â He drags his palms across your hips and it feels like thereâs no fabric between his hands and your skin at all. âDo you want my brains?â He waggles his eyebrows, grinning when you break into a smile against your will. Rhys leans in closer, too close. You canât breathe. âOr my blood?â
You squeal when he latches himself to your neck. The plastic vampire teeth poke into your skin but all you can focus on is his lips on your skin, the way youâre about to fucking combustâ
âIncoming,â a voice shouts and Rhys rips himself away from you. He winces as soon as he straightens and sees his roommates charging toward the both of you with drinks in their hands. Thankfully, Cassian and Azriel havenât seem to have noticed whatever was just happening between you and Rhysand, which is good, because you donât know what the hell that was, either.
You donât even have the time to think about it because the hockey players are infiltrating your space, and you lose your breath at the sight of them.
Azrielâs dressed as Nightwing. You thought Rhys was every womanâs wet dream, but Azriel, Azriel is wet dream fuel. His black hair hangs across his forehead. A black eye mask covers most of his face, but itâs the skin-tight pleather bodysuit that really does the costume in. Thereâs a blue bird with its wings expanded across his chest, and the costume does nothing to hide how muscular he is.
You wonder who the hell got him into that costume, and if theyâre even still alive because the look on his face is set so harsh that a single glance might just make you drop dead.
Or your panties drop.
Rhysand coughs and nudges you in the shoulder, snapping you from your trance. Heâs frowning down at you in disapproval, and it takes little effort to grin back up at him, annoying him further. If he really didnât think you wanted to fall into bed with any of his teammates, heâs sure thinking it now.
And he doesnât like that one fucking bit.
Cassianâs costume is some sort of sexy chef, sans shirt, but he dons an apron that reads, âthis guy rubs his own meatâ with an arrow pointing south. He has a chefâs hat on and is carrying a spatula that you know can only spell out trouble, and you barely even know the guy.
Mor and Gwyn plow into the circle as well. Mor slips between you and Rhys first, and itâs really for the best, but youâre already missing his warmth, despite the mugginess in the air. He shoots you a look that tells you youâll be finishing your conversation later and you nod softly, loosening your shoulders and focusing on the conversation at hand.
Gwyn follows, so sheâs wedged between you and Mor. She looks entirely uncomfortable here, eyes downcast to the floor, avoiding any and all eye contact. Her fingers are white-knuckled around her solo cup and you worry that she might crack the thing any second, so you silently wind your arm with hers and give her a reassuring smile that she can barely return.
You think you need to get her home soon. Sheâs clearly not having any fun at all, and Morâs too busy taking over the conversation to notice.
âWe need to play a game, or something,â she whines to her cousin, who rolls his eyes in response. For whatever reason, Rhy is not impressed with the idea, most likely because all of the games his cousin likes to play at parties involve touching or secrets or kissingâŠor drinking so much that he doesnât remember what happened and wakes up regretting his entire existence the morning following.
What Rhys wouldnât mind would be actually kissing you, and if he indulges his cousin, she canât be mad should fate pair you and him together for an innocent kiss. He wants to know if you taste just as sweet as you smell, because the nip to your neck was nowhere near enough.
The only problem is, his ex is lingering around his house somewhere. He canât join the game lest she join or, even worse, out you as his fake girlfriend in front of Mor who made it more than clear that you are completely off limits to him.
It only makes him want you that much more.
âOkay,â he answers, and your head snaps to his in surprise. âLetâs play a game.â
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