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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 1 year

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Honesty. Horrible, Horrible Honesty. (Chapter Five)

Summary: This is Part Eighteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, pre-Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Referenced Domestic Violence and Threatening Behaviour (these are warning tags for a brief scenes with Ty), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, A Brief Scene of Violence, Mild Injury, Swearing, Characters Working Through Trauma, Repairing Relationships, Fluff, I Swear There are Funny Bits Along with the Emotional Bits

A/N: Chapter Five was getting too long so I had to split it into two! The second part will be posted as Chapter Six later today or tomorrow. Lots of intense stuff in that one! Stay tuned!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Will

Unsurprisingly, Bex was still asleep when Will woke up bright and early the next day. He’d checked in on her to make sure she was still alive, but other than that he decided to leave her be.

Sleep was the best medicine for her right now.

Emery had texted him to say one of her friends she’d stayed with was dropping her back at the house after her therapy appointment so it wasn’t like Bex would be alone for long.

He had just enough time to make a very necessary stop before work.

*** Chris

It was going to be one of those mornings.

“Lee Henry, help Max with his backpack, please,” Chris called out, trying to get a handle on the morning chaos. “Annabelle, put the sword down.”

Cindy had some kind of a bug and he’d told her to stay in bed while he got the kids ready for school. He had a feeling he’d be crawling in there with her once he got them out the door.

“The bus is gonna be here in five minutes, Luke,” he said, throwing his hands up. “Where are your pants?”

They made it to the stop with seconds to spare. “Love you and you and you and you. Be good.” Always had to tack that last bit on for Annabelle.

Chris enjoyed the few moments of peace the world gave him on the walk back from the bus stop only to find a grim-faced Will waiting on his door step.

“I need to talk to you,” he said. “About Bex.” Will sighed. “And Jay.”

Definitely one of those mornings. “Come on in,” Chris said to Will, opening the front door. “I’ll put the coffee on.”

Will followed and took the seat Chris cleared for him at the kitchen table. “Sorry for barging in like this—”

“Hey, no, you’re family,” Chris said, waving away the apology. “That means you’re welcome here any time. For anything.”

He puttered around with the coffee machine, expecting Will to dive into whatever it was he needed to talk about and turning around when he didn’t—and found the man sitting there with a stunned, but pleased little smile.

Chris clearly needed to invite Will over on his own more often.

“Oh, Will!” Cindy smiled at him as she came into the kitchen. “I didn’t hear you come in. It’s so nice to see you, hun.” She gave him a hug before heading over to the toaster.

“Are you sure you’re okay to be up, Cind?” Chris really hadn’t liked how she’d been looking this morning. “I could have brought you stuff.”

“You’re not feeling well?” Will sat up, alarmed. “I can get out of your hair—but what are your symptoms? Can I help?”

Cindy shook her head with a quiet laugh. “Hush, you two, I’m fine,” she said. “I had a bit of an upset stomach this morning, but I’m feeling much better now,” she explained to Will. “Nothing a bit of toast won’t finish settling.”

She did have more colour in her cheeks. Chris was still glad he was home for the morning so he could keep an eye on her just in case. But in the meantime… “Will was about to tell me what’s been going on with Bex and Jay,” he told her as he poured out the coffees and handed one over to Will.

Cindy’s eyes widened. “Oh, finally!”

Will choked on his sip. “Wait, you know?”

“All we know is that something’s going on,” Chris said, plopping down into his own chair. “They’ve both been acting weird and Bex is avoiding us which means there’s something she doesn’t want to talk about. I’ve been trying to wait her out—”

“And he’s been mostly patient about it too.” Cindy ran an affectionate hand over his head as she came to join them at the table with her toast.

“I’m trying!” Chris exclaimed. “I know they’re both adults and will come for advice in their own time if they need it. I get it. But they’re taking their sweet time working it out on their own.”

“Yeah, that’s because they’re not,” Will said. “It’s a mess. They’re a mess.”

“Uh-oh.” Both Cindy and Chris frowned before Chris leaned in. “Start at the beginning.”

Will groaned. “Okay.” And then he dove in—starting with the pact between Will and Bex to ask out Will and Connor which was actually kind of disgustingly cute, but things took a sharp turn after that.

With Jay letting his hurt and fear offer advice.

And Mouse taking said advice.

And Bex spiralling and drinking.

And a whole history he knew nothing about with some asshole named AJ?

Plus a bet that apparently everyone they knew had been involved in which actually surprised him the least out of everything Will had told them, but that, judging by her face, Cindy would be giving folks an earful about.

“I’ve been trying to give her space,” Will said, staring down into his coffee. “But I’m worried. Really worried. It’s like, she thinks if she says she’s fine often enough, that’ll make it magically true, but she keeps moving further and further away from fine.”

He sat back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “She’ll probably be pissed I talked to you guys—”

“If she is, she’ll get over it,” Chris said. “Helping her through this is more important. Have you talked to Jay much?”

Will shook his head. “Between Bex and work, I’ve had my hands full,” he said. “Plus, he seemed like he needed time for things to sink in a bit more. Talking to him any earlier wouldn’t have done much.”

“It’s not all on you anymore, okay?” Chris reached over to grasp Will’s shoulder. “I’m glad you came to us so we can help. Bex is working a shift at Molly’s tonight. I’ll try and get a feel for where she’s at and talk to her when we close or I’ll kidnap her tomorrow or something.”

Will stared at him and then snorted.

“What?”

“Sorry,” Will shook his head, chucking. “Sorry, it’s just—sometimes you and Bex are ridiculously alike.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” Chris decided. Better that than to ask for examples he might not want to hear. “I’ll try to grab Jay for lunch today too and see what I can get out of him.”

Will relaxed, still looking exhausted, but not quite like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Or, you know, the emotional weight of a huge fight between his siblings.

Not on his own anyway. Not anymore.

“We’ll get them sorted,” Chris assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“Now, do you have time for some breakfast?” Cindy asked. “Christopher makes a fairly delicious egg sandwich.”

“Fairly delicious, she says.” Chris clutched a hand to his heart. “Like it’s not a masterpiece. A taste explosion, Will, I’m telling you.”

Will laughed. “I could spare the time for a taste explosion,” he said. “Thanks.”

They got him fed and poured him another two cups of coffee before seeing him on his way. Kid was going to buzz his way through his shift, but at least Chris was more certain he’d make it through his shift now.

As soon as they had the house to themselves, Chris turned to Cindy. “Who the hell is AJ?”

“I have no idea,” she exclaimed, picking up her phone. “Bex has never said a word…what was his last name again?”

Chris wracked his brain. “M-something. Ma—Meh—no, Michaels. AJ A-hole Michaels.”

Cindy shot him a look as she typed. “I’ll just search for the full name then, shall I?”

“Oh, you are feeling better,” he laughed, crowding in beside her to look at the screen. “Did you find him?”

“Yes,” she said with a frown. “Not sure why Bex is following him on Instagram given everything Will said, but this is him. Oh. He’s quite handsome, isn’t he? Hm.”

“Lemme see that.” Chris took the phone and scrolled through a few photos of what was admittedly an attractive guy. Didn’t make his face any less punchable. “Eh. She can do better.”

“Obviously.” Cindy snatched her phone back. “And she will once Mouse gets his head on straight. Right now though, we focus on her and Jay.”

“Yes, okay, I’m going to call Jay and see if he’s free,” Chris said, hunting around for his own phone.

“And I’m going to call Trudy about this bet.” Cindy opened up her contacts with a determined glint in her eye.

Looked like one of those mornings was turning into one of those days…for everyone.

***

Bex

Sun.

No.

No, thank you.

Ugh.

This was why Bex didn’t drink whisky.

Or drink for two nights in a row.

Or drink this much. Full stop.

She lay on her stomach and tried to decide if she was going to puke.

Fifteen minutes later, things were holding steady enough that she fumbled around a hand on her side table until she found her phone.

Squinting through the bright light of the screen, she checked her messages.

Will was gone to work. He wanted to talk later.

Pass.

Emery was getting a ride home from therapy from Kira.

Good.

The pottery place stuff was ready for pick-up.

Crap.

She should probably go get that. Figuring out how to get it to everyone without accidentally running into Jay or Mouse could come later.

And lastly, a long message from Patti saying she knew Beau was drunk when he made the offer, but that it was a serious one.

The offer…

Was Patti trying to wingman for Beau? That was…weird…but sweet…

Oh, WAIT. The tour offer. Right.

That conversation was coming back to her now.

Patti went on to reiterate it in her message that coming on tour with them at any time over the next few months was an open offer if she wanted a change of scenery.

Bex sighed.

And found herself actually seriously considering it.

Getting away from…everything sounded pretty good right about now.

The apartment door opened and closed, but no one called out and Bex really hoped it wasn’t a murderer because she was easy pickings at the moment.

Maybe she could play dead until they went away—she probably looked the part well enough.

Her bedroom door opened and then she heard a very familiar sigh.

“Hey, Emery,” she croaked out as her friend crawled into bed beside her.

“Hey.” Emery snuggled in with a groan. “You’ve got the right idea staying in bed.”

Bex hummed and reached out to pat at her head. “Rough time at therapy?”

“Yeah.” Emery sighed again. “I know it’s helping,” she said. “It’s just…a lot to talk about—rehashing everything and trying to process it. Twists my brain.”

“Proud of you though,” Bex whispered.

“Me too.”

They snoozed together for awhile longer before finally hauling themselves out of bed and making food.

“Oh, hey,” Emery said around a mouthful of toast. “I saw your lil’ show with Beau.”

“You and way too many other people.” Bex rolled her eyes. “I should never have let Elle put that on Instagram. I know people liked it, but it’s feeling a little too public today.”

“Feel any better after singing it out?” Emery raised an eyebrow at her and Bex shrugged.

“I think it got some of the angst out,” she said. “Still plenty to go around though.” A piece of paper on the table caught her eye. “And now I have a bunch of creepers to go through and block.” She waved the list at Emery. “Connor made a list while he and Will watched.”

“Aw,” Emery cooed. “That’s so sweet! Will got a good one there.”

“Acknowledging the creepy behaviour of other dudes is a pretty low bar to clear,” Bex said as she grabbed her phone. “But yes, we’re keeping Connor for sure.”

She set the list down and opened up Instagram. “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Bex entertained Emery for the next few minutes as they went through the list and read some of the comments that had been left on her profile—ranging from kind of cringey, but funny to some that were seriously yikes.

“This is actually a very polite request for me to record myself singing ‘nekkid’, but they used the wrong ‘your’ so I will respectfully decline,” Bex said as she proceeded to block sexmangod5820983.

“Let me see one,” Emery said, making grabby hands at the phone. Bex handed it plus the list over and let her go to town.

“Ooh, okay, this guy made a ton of comments,” she said, scrolling through Bex’s pictures. “You should only sing sad songs. Your pain is so beautiful. I’d love to see you cry. Oh, Jesus—I’m reporting this one. He’s creepy. Goodbye, yeschef.”

Emery finished off the list with increasing disgust. “Why are people like this?” she asked, moving to hand Bex’s phone back to her before pausing.

She looked down at the screen and then stared at Bex. “Rebecca Marie Herrmann,” she said slowly.

Uh oh.

“Why the fuck are you following AJ?”

“What?” Bex tried to snatch her phone back, but Emery held it out of reach. “I’m not! Em, what are you talking about?”

“You are.” Emery showed her the screen, displaying a post from AJ right at the top.

What the hell?

“I don’t know how that happened? I swear, I—” Bits of the previous night started coming back to her. A message from AJ. Deleting it. Looking at his profile. Swiping away…

“Shit,” Bex said. “I must have accidentally hit follow.”

“Explain!” Emery demanded, shaking the phone at her and Bex groaned before dutifully relaying everything that happened when she got home last night and how she may have accidentally followed AJ back.

“Bex.” Emery shook her head when the story was done. “I know things are rough right now, but I have to say this. We are not doing AJ again—no, let me finish. You need to block his profile for your own good, okay? He’s too much of a shithead to let anywhere near your life anymore.”

“I have no intention of having anything to do with him ever again,” Bex said, finally getting a hold of her phone again. “There. Blocked, see?” She showed the screen to Emery who nodded firmly. “Last night was a moment of weakness, but I’m good now. No more AJ. Ever again.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a pinky promise on that.” Emery held a hand out and Bex rolled her eyes, but followed through on the pinky shake.

“For the record, I would like a little more faith that I wouldn’t go down that road again,” she said.

“Listen,” Emery said, taking a sip of her tea. “We all have our kryptonite and AJ was yours for a long time so I’m just trying to look out for you.”

Bex understood that. She really did. But she’d managed to ignore his message last night and following him back was genuinely an accident. She felt like she could honestly say AJ wasn’t her kryptonite anymore.

…someone was filling that position these days.

And that was enough thinking about that!

“So what are your plans for the day?” she asked Emery.

“I was going to head into the office this afternoon if you don’t mind taking me?”

“Of course not,” Bex said. “I’ve got to go and pick up the pottery store stuff anyway. What time are you going to be done though because I work at Molly’s later.”

“Ben said he could pick me up,” Emery said before chewing on her lip pensively. “I hate relying on everyone to take me places. I feel like I should be able to go by myself at this point, but the thought of being by myself on the bus or in a parking lot—I still see him sometimes and I know—”

“Emery, stop,” Bex said, shaking her head. “We all understand, okay? And everyone wants you to feel safe. It’s only been a few weeks. I think it’s totally normal to be feeling this way and I’m happy to give you a ride forever if it helps you.” She smiled at her and raised her hand. “Pinky promise.”

Emery stared at her hand for a moment before twining her pinky with Bex’s for the shake. “Thanks.”

“That’s what friends are forrrrr,” Bex sang at her dramatically which didn’t help her head, but was worth it to make Emery laugh.

They took turns with the shower and managed to get ready in time to deliver Emery at work in time and then Bex swung around to the pottery place to pick up their box of incredibly ugly stoneware.

Then she sat in her car outside of the precinct and tried to decide what to do.

Going in was not an option.

She pulled out her phone.

BEX: Are you busy?

KIM: I’ve got a minute. What’s up?

BEX: I’m outside. Would you mind coming out to meet me BUT DON’T TELL ANYONE.

KIM: omw

Kim appeared a few minutes later and spotted Bex, hurrying down the sidewalk to meet her.

“Hey,” she said, a concerned frown flitting across her face. “You okay?”

“If I say I can’t face seeing Jay or Mouse right now, would you accept that without any further questions?” Bex asked hopefully.

Kim studied her seriously for a moment before nodding. “What do you need?”

“I’ve got the stuff from the pottery place in here,” she said, lifting the box in her arms. “I took out my stuff and Will and Connor’s and I was hoping you could hand out everyone else’s? I figured Julie could take Shay and Sylvie’s…”

“Absolutely,” Kim said. “That’s no problem. Except—no, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, you can’t say that and not think I won’t worry about it for the rest of the day,” Bex said. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure if anything’s wrong,” Kim said. “But Mouse called in sick today.”

That felt like something to worry about.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Kim hurried to say. “I can take his and give it to him when he’s back at work which will probably be tomorrow so let’s not stress about it.”

Bex tried to push back all of the worst-case scenarios crowding her mind and opened the box while Kim held it. “I’ll take his,” she said. “I’ll give it to him later.”

“Are you sure?” Kim caught her eye. “I know it can be tough when you’re in a situation like this to see someone before you’re ready. I don’t mind taking care of it.”

She considered it—thought about how much easier it would be—but it didn’t feel right. She tried not to examine too hard whether it was because she wanted to take it as a sign that they’d work their shit out eventually or because she just wanted to keep a piece of him close.

UGH. This was just sad.

Bex cursed herself.

And she cursed her frickin’ kryptonite.

Thanking Kim for helping her out, she hopped back in her car and headed home. The shower hadn’t cut it. She needed a long soak and another nap if she was going to kick the last dregs of her hangover before her shift at Molly’s.

One step in front of the other.

With snacks.

She could do this.

***

Kim

She wanted to wrap Bex up in a gigantic hug and tell her it would all be okay, but she also knew how unhelpful that would be at the moment.

Kim had experienced enough of her own ups and downs with Adam to know what that heartbreak was like. Time was the only thing that would help Bex get through this.

And chocolate.

Maybe she’d pick her up some of her favourites.

She headed back inside the precinct only to be stopped immediately by Sergeant Platt.

“Hold on, Burgess,” she said, leaning against her desk. “What have you got there?”

Kim bit back a sigh. “You really don’t want to know.” Please let it go, she silently pleaded, but—

“No dice, come here and let me see,” Platt demanded, waving her over.

Trudging over to her doom, Kim set the desk down on the counter and let Platt open the top of the box. She peered inside.

And blinked.

“Well, Burgess, for once you were correct,” she said, closing the box back up. “Please remove this from my workspace and never let it darken my doorstep again.”

Kim did not have to be told twice. She swung the box back into her arms and hustled up the steps to Intelligence.

“Presents,” she declared as she set the box down on her desk. Adam and Kevin came over immediately and cheered when they saw what was inside, carefully taking their own items out.

Kim grabbed her phone and texted Julie to let her know she had her stuff, plus Shay’s and—

“Uh, I can take Sylvie’s to her,” Kevin said quietly.

She paused in her typing to give him a little side-eye. “Is that so?”

“Don’t make it a thing,” he said, with the tiniest little headshake. “Breakfast at the diner on me and I’ll tell you everything if you can be chill about this right now.”

Kim pretended to consider that for a moment before nodding at the box. “Deal.”

He discreetly removed Sylvie’s box from the mug and went back to his desk.

Interesting. Very interesting.

“Where did this stuff come from?” Jay asked, coming over as she finished her text to Julie.

“Oh, uh, Bex dropped it off,” Kim said. She didn’t want to get herself caught up in a lie when they hadn’t worked out a story yet.

“Bex is here?” His head whipped toward the stairs and Kim caught his arm gently.

“Was,” she said. “She had to go so I said I’d take it up.”

His face fell and Kim wanted to say something—ask him what was going on, if he wanted to talk, if he was okay, anything—but it smoothed out just as quickly and he took his own item before heading back to his desk.

It had to be something to do with Mouse and Bex falling through and Mouse calling in sick today and who knew what else, but the middle of their office wasn’t exactly the best place to start a conversation about it.

Maybe she could catch him in the locker room later.

“What the hell is that?” Al was standing beside Adam’s desk, squinting down at his mug.

“I made it,” Adam said, proud smile spreading across his face.

“I can see that,” Al said, raising an eyebrow at him. “You know that thing is about five HR violations in one?”

“They’re lilacs, Olinsky,” Adam snapped.

“Keep telling yourself that, kid.”

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discountdemonwarehouse · 5 months

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Domestic December Day 9

Day 9 prompt - Staycation

Quinn and Terzo visit a beach town. It's a staycation in that they stayed in Italy, mostly within reasonable distance. A03 Link to this prompt and all the others.

More or less SFW, some mention of drinking, sex, swearing, but nothing too explicit or crazy.

Ages → Quinn – 18, Terzo, 22.

With Terzo’s increased duties from being in the clergy, the pastime of traveling abroad with Quinn’s parents had become difficult. In the past, they had tacked a week or two vacation alongside a business trip of her father’s. Terzo had accompanied them as a friend and then as a temporary assistant to Russel before that was too difficult to coordinate. He had managed to squeeze a week’s vacation into his schedule during the summer however, proudly informing Quinn of this fact.. “You’re old enough to travel without your parents now, tesoro,” he teased. “And you’re the legal drinking age.” “I’ve been the legal drinking age since December, dumbass. Besides, Italy doesn’t push back too much if you drink wine with your parents as a youth either.” “Sì, but now you can party. Legally. Not hidden in the woods.” Quinn rolled her eyes, laughing a little. “Okay, and?” “And I booked us hotel rooms in Alassio, right on the beach. For just under a week.” “Hm, I’ll have to check my calendar…” She smirked. “I already cleared your schedule.” “Presumptuous. What if I didn’t want to go?” He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Miss the chance to escape The Ministry for a week? I think not.” “When are we going?” “Next week. We leave Monday.”

After a few days in Alassio, Quinn had more or less abandoned Terzo to his flirting. After breakfast each morning he unveiled a new pair of short swim trunks or swim briefs before he headed across the street to the beach, ready to lounge the day away in a chair under the shade of a sun umbrella or on a blanket in the sun, interrupted only by the gaggle of admirers he inevitably attracted. Quinn would often join him after lunch, having spent the morning wandering the streets and investigating the little shops. She had done some flirting of her own, something not unnoticed by Terzo, who seemed able to interrupt at the most inopportune times despite his own flirting. His words made the young men quickly flee, Quinn’s resulting glares answered with his disapproving look over his sunglasses, as if to say, “Really? That caught your eye?” But during her shopping one day, Quinn decided to up the ante. She saw the swimsuit on display in the window and smirked to herself before entering the shop. Soon enough she left, carrying a small bag as she made her way back to the hotel. She felt quite proud of herself as she met Terzo for lunch, the day’s purchase hidden beneath her sundress. Terzo met her in the hallway, a young woman waving her farewell as she left his room. Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you worried about catching something? Or pregnancy?” “That’s what this is for,” he declared, tapping one of his earrings. “You’re not the only one who can make deals with imps, you know. Also, condoms and the pill exist for a reason.” Quinn rolled her eyes, but was glad her friend took precautions. He studied her for a moment. “I suppose we’ll have to figure out something for you if you plan to keep flirting.” “I’m not planning to act on any of that flirting,” she said snidely, walking towards the restaurant they’d chosen. “Not everything is planned, tesoro,” he replied, tugging her ponytail. “I don’t want to see you with an unplanned pregnancy.” “Don’t worry; you won’t.”

They managed to beat the post-lunch return to the beach, and found a free sun umbrella to settle under. Quinn kicked off her sandals and spread out a blanket while Terzo lounged in the chair, flagging down a hotel employee to bring drinks. It was now or never, and Quinn quickly took a breath, then undid the tie on her wrap dress, slipping it from her shoulders to reveal the black bikini. The bottoms slung low across her hips, the black fabric connected on each side by gold chains, the same chain that connected the center bust portion. She double checked the black strings tied around her neck and torso, hearing Terzo’s breath suddenly hiss behind her. She smirked, but cleared her face before turning. “What?” “That’s barely a swimsuit.” “I’m not planning on swimming in it.” She sat on the blanket before applying the sun lotion. “Besides, you don’t complain when the other girls wear them.” “You’re not other girls. You’re like my little sister.” She arched a brow at him over her sunglasses. “You’d shame your little sister for her sexuality? Tsk, tsk, bad Satanic priest.” Terzo grunted, staying silent until a man approached.

The man gave her a dazzling smile. “Do you need assistance with your lotion, signorina?” “She does not,” Terzo snarled. “Adesso vai a fanculo.” (Now go fuck yourself.) “I did not realize you were together,” the man stammered at the venom in Terzo’s tone. “I had seen you with another this morning…” “Go. Away.” The man bolted at Terzo’s words. “Terzo, behave.” “Why are you doing this?” “Doing what?” “This.” He gestured at her bikini. “You’re going to ruin all my flirting.” “I’m just enjoying my vacation as an adult – that is what you wanted, isn’t it?” She kept her voice sweet and innocent. “It’s not like I would do this out of boredom because you can’t keep it in your pants, and I’ve been dragged hours from home to entertain myself after you promised a fun time.” “You’re such a bitch sometimes, Quinn.” He suddenly grinned. “But that’s why you’re fun.” Quinn settled on her back on the blanket, enjoying the sun. After a little while she could feel him staring at her. “You’re staring.” “Someone has to keep an eye on you, they’re circling like vultures. She looked around then laid back again. “They are not. You pervert; looking at your ‘little sister.’ Tch.” She teased him. “Not so loud or you’ll really drive all the potential flirters away!” Quinn snorted, then let herself relax.

Note: Quinn's bikini is based off this vintage 1970s Gucci bikini.

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kaedeakeshisworld · 1 year

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Apparences trompeuses

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cw: Rukia is reader san's friend, reader san falls into a trap, Byakuya has sweet tooth and short temper 😯 (slight ooc here because he swears, drunk he is a 180 of his usual self, hella bold “ who is this guy?” and has a modified tongue 😜), reader wants Byakuya but won't admit(mtchew 🙄🤣 girl you're doing too much ) marking, Byakuya is going to let her know what she does to him and she is not ready✨ fingering, cunnilingus, sir kink, praise kink, pet names such as baby, honey and babe.

gist: You have never seen your manager angry so you're on a mission to witness this side of his…

cs: Finally simping for Byakuya insert emoji here what’s new still this doesn't change the fact that Kyoraku san has been hubby since day one 🤩🥰😊😍😘… what can I say I am greedy 🤭😝

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Such delicate traits. His long expert fingers wielding weapons. His voice echoes in your head. You also want to know how he would sound moaning your name.

As much as you want to deny it, you want him to ruin you but it makes you wonder… is there anything that can make him snap out of his stoic nature. Well, maybe you have to ask his sister Rukia. She knows him better than anyone else.

“Hey girl!”

“Hi girl, long time no see.”

“What’s the tea today?”

“It’s about your brother.”

“Okay. Ask me anything, I’ll deliver.”

“Does he ever get angry?”

“Uh,” she ponders on that question for a bit before answering “not that I know of”

“Really?” you deadpan

“Why?”

“I thought he would.”

“Well, I’ll just ask him.”

Rukia messages her brother and he replies right away and she lets you see the message. You finally know what angers him people that do not keep their promises. Well, you have to try this on him at least once because yes karma will get you but you will see him angry.

You promised your manager that you would drop some red velvet cupcakes at his place but you actually gave him the wrong day on purpose. And that resulted in your phone getting so many calls you thought that would not stop. He left a voicemail too where you hear him swear for quite some time, hehe maybe you have to make him angry more often.

You had them with you but you decided to deliver them yourself without telling him anything. It didn’t take you long to get to his place by car, a twenty minute car ride.

You ring his doorbell and you find him in grey sweatpants visibly drunk and you smile because that’s what you can do for this moment. He lets you in, his dick print is prominent too, anyways you better get out of here before your mind plays tricks on you. Having sex with your manager is not part of this week's schedule, it can really mess things up. As you put down the box of sweets you tell him

“I’m sorry, I mixed up the date for this delivery with something else that won't happen again!”

He closes the distance so fast that just as you try to escape he puts you on the kitchen isle and says while gazing into your soul

“Of course it won’t, honey. Do you know how long I have been waiting to have you like this?”

He caresses your cheek, takes your hand and kisses it. His eyes never do leave yours. At this rate, he is going to eat you alive. You have to escape but you can’t help and feel pulled towards him. There is a large divergence between the one you interact with everyday at work and this version before you is raw, thrilling and you have to explore it.

“How long?”

“From the first day you became my subordinate”

He leaves open mouthed kisses on your neck, bites your collar, sucks on your neck juncture and continues his monologue.

“Those skirts that perfectly hug your behind always had me with a hard on for the first few weeks”

“When you leaned down on my desk to ask for help because you didn’t understand something about the club rules and your tits were on my face” he laughs “you gave me a hard time”

“But, I still think the worst one was for the inauguration of the new club in the other city and you came with a body con dress that absolutely had me starstruck. I couldn’t move and I was as red as a tomato. My sister thought my allergies were getting the best of me in spring.”

“It’s only now that you are brave enough to tell me all this”

“Don’t get insolent on me now, this can only get better. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lay down for me babe, I’ll give you the night of your life”

He takes off your heels and your undies. He kisses all the way from your feet up to your genitals and when he breathes over it, your clit throbs with excitement. He doesn’t dive in yet, he uses his fingers first. He accumulates a good amount of leaking slick and spreads your puffy labia majora to expose your bead. He uses his thumb at first, drawing slow circles on your delicate flesh. His eyes are steadily watching your chest rise and fall. Beautiful cries quit your mouth and how your hips respond to his touch. He decides to ditch his thumb and put his mouth on your glistening sex. He has to taste it.

The first lick you feel on your pearl is odd, you know there is something off about his tongue. You’ll figure it out later. Now, he is feasting on you so just enjoy the moment. It feels so good, too good to be true you think. He stops his current task to let you know

“Your nectar is divine. I don’t think I am letting you go before I give you at least six orgasms on my tongue, so let’s get to work sweetie!”

That peculiar mouth muscle. He knows what he is doing but at the same time he tends to prolong your build up to reach climax. What a cheeky bastard you’ve got. He adds his middle finger alongside his ring finger and starts pumping your vagina gradually. Gosh, if this is heaven then you don’t want it to end. To be sprawled on your manager’s kitchen aisle, getting eaten out by him and he is holding your hand??! Your poor heart cannot handle all of this so you try to muffle your moans as much as you can and this doesn’t go unnoticed so he stops. He pulls his fingers out of your vagina, lifts his mouth off of your clit and there you see it. Do you say it or not?

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I didn’t say anything” You get up from lying on your back.

“I know. There’s the problem. If I cannot hear that I am making you feel good I will stop whatever I am doing. Is that clear?”

“Yep”

“That’s not how you’re meant to reply”

Ah, he’s back. That dude from work, huh!

“Yes sir”

“Much better. Also, do not quiet down your moans. You have a lovely voice and I love to hear it.”

“Can I see it”

“See…” He knows what you mean but he wants you to say it

“Your…” unintelligible sound

“I didn’t catch that honey so tell me what you would like to see”

Why is he doing this? Can’t he just show it to you without making you say it like excuse me? The Nerve!?

“Can you show me your tongue, please”

“See you can do this, my baby is so polite”

Yes, he has a forked tongue

“Satisfied with what your eyes witness”

“Yes sir”

“Good girl”

Part 20 of Pride series

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onetoomanyfandomfixations · 1 year

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Seat 21 - Chapter 3

A/N - another chapter ready and raring to go! i’ve also started posting this story to Ao3 :) enjoy!!

Somehow, class feels lonlier the next day.

I swear I can feel people staring at me, even though Tokoyami assures me that they’re not.

Home is even lonlier.

It’s a two and a half hour train ride to my home town, and it only runs three times a day. It wouldn’t get me to school in time, so Mama’s renting me an apartment in the city. It’s small and old, and in the bad part of town.

But it means I get to go to U.A.

I miss my brother today. Seeing me, most people are surprised with how Jun can be. He’s a little ball of energy, just finishing up elementary school now.

Some days I wish I was him.

I would give up my quirk any day to be as carefree as he is.

Udon is lonlier without his excited yells, and mama’s following laugh.

But time moves on, and so do I.

Midoriya recovers swiftly, thanks to recovery girl.

He gets voted in for class representative, but passes the role onto Iida.

The press invades school grounds.

I pray its not my fault; even though Aizawa assures me it isn’t when I try and apologise.

Before I can recover, its time for our next practical heroics lesson; this time off site.

I spend the majority of the ride to U.S.J fiddling with my translucent skirt, occasionally signing confirmation to Tokoyami and Dark that yes - I’m fine, there’s no need to worry.

Loud talk of everyone’s quirks fills the bus and has me like a deer in headlights. I get afraid at somepoint I’ll tear my skirt.

I would be lying to say I wasn’t scared out of my mind for whatever All Might would say about me today.

It would be another lie if I said Aizawa sensei’s presence at this lesson wasn’t oddly comforting.

But to my guilty relief, it isn’t All Might that greets us at the stadium-like centre. Pro hero Thirteen is a much more grounding figure. She calmly explains that the USJ is primarily used for rescue-based training - her primary line of work.

My shoulders sag as she goes through the different environments. Earthquakes, floods, avalanches (both snow and rock), severe weather, sea wrecks and more. The opportunities for scenarios are endless. Awe overtakes me.

I can’t stop gazing at the water.

This is what I want. This is what I can do.

Surrounding gasps tear my attention away from the still blue.

“Is this apart of the exercise?” A voice I recognise as Kaminari’s asks. Aizawa weaves between Tokoyami and I, standing in front of the class.

“No, it’s not. This is a real villain attack. Thirteen, evacuate the students, and call the school for backup. I’ll try and hold them off.” He grumbles, pulling his goggles down.

My entire body trembles.

Villains.

Actual real villains.

Stumbling up to Aizawa, I finally see what everyone else has. A black and purple abyss, with waves of people emerging left, right and centre. Sneers and eyes that can only be described as hungry are trained on us.

Shaking hands reach up and tug his scarf, gently but frantic.

“What, kid.” He sideyes me, sparing me a second of attention. There’s so much that I want to say, but my hands are shaking too badly.

Careful. Is all I can sign. Over and over and over again.

Careful. Careful. Careful. Careful.

A calloused hand warms my shoulder.

“I’ll try.” Aizawa sensei’s voice is rough. Sparing not even a second, he leaps into battle.

“Come one everyone, we need to evacuate.” Thirteen ushers us towards the door, but the same dark mist starts to appear before us.

Piercing yellow that can only be eyes is trained on us and my body freezes.

My breath quickens as Bakugou and Kirishima attack the mist, Thirteen quick behind.

At first, I think the darkness is a result of my fear; but then my eyes catch a swirl of deep purple.

We’re inside the mist.

Spiders crawl up my skin as I twist and turn to escape.

Freezing cold is my reward for escape.

My lungs feel free, and I feel strength seep into my bones. A blur quickly becomes a villain hurling toward me, but with a simple flick I’m far out of his way.

Oh god, I didn’t want them to know so soon.

But my frantic eyes spot mossy green starting to go limp, and my comfort is no longer priority.

I push as hard as I can and launch myself towards Midoriya, trying to grasp for anything. An arm brings me to the leverage of under his arms as I swim as fast as I can to the surface.

We breach surface and the unmistakable tongue of Asui carries Mineta onto the shipwreck. Midoriya, still spluttering, can’t speak.

I have to.

For his sake.

I rip off my mask.

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Roleplaying Guidelines

MOST IMPORTANT

This is an independent, OC-friendly, multi-ship, multi-verse blog. Don’t know what any of that means? It’s okay to ask me. :) Or you can check out my Roleplay Glossary.

I am OLD. No, really. Probably ancient by tumblr standards. If you’re not comfortable writing with someone 35+ then you should walk away now.

I am SLOW. Like… REALLY SLOW. I usually manage to reply once every 4-6 months. Sometimes it’s less, but not often. (Maybe that will pick up now that everyone’s on one blog, but I can’t promise.)

I rarely seek out interactions for myself. If you found this blog on your own and I didn’t direct you here, then please be aware that you’ll have to approach me if you want to get something started with anyone.

Some of these muses haven’t been used in YEARS, but they’re not ‘side’ muses. I just haven’t had anyone ask or show interest in them lately. Some of them I’ve NEVER written with before. But you can be the first! :D If you’re interested, then I am 100% ready and willing to write as that muse. Please don’t be afraid to ask.

ABOUT RPING

All of my muses are multi-verse, which means all interactions will take place separately unless otherwise plotted. I’ll RP with different versions of the same canon characters because everyone has their own interpretations and it’s fun to see how my muses react to different versions. Please don’t let jealousy be a thing. I love all of y’all equally, I swear.

I’m (obviously) okay with original characters and blogs with multiple muses. (It would be a little hypocritical if I wasn’t, right?)

I am open to RPing with just about anyone. If we can find a way to make it work, then I’m good with any gender, any fandom, any sexuality, and any faceclaim (real or cartoon). I’m not okay with blogs that RP as living people or as people who’ve recently died. I feel it’s disrespectful. You can follow me; I won’t block you or anything, but we won’t be RPing. I’m generally okay with historical blogs, but will examine them individually before following.

My blogs aren’t Mutuals-Only, but I reserve the right to turn down RPs when and if I feel like it. Please respect my choices. Thank you.

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Also, if you don’t specify a muse for muse things, I will literally put them all in a randomizer and reply using the first one that pops up. Which is fun for me, of course, but may not be what you were wanting. ;P

I LOVE crossovers and AUs! Even when I’m not familiar with the fandom. :) Just because I’m clueless about your fandom doesn’t mean we can’t write together. All I ask is for your patience when dealing with my lack of knowledge. :)

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As far as grammar and spelling and punctuation and such - I fully respect those of you for whom English isn’t your first language. I also respect those of you who have learning disabilities. However - if I cannot understand your messages or your replies well enough to form a decent response, we’re not going to work as writing partners. I’m sorry; it’s not personal.

I generally prefer to do at least a little plotting beforehand, but starters and the like can still be sent, I don’t mind getting things started between our muses that way. You can find some of my favorite starters here. Just remember to specify which muse you want and (if it’s a symbol, number, word, etc.) which post it came from.

In regards to formatting of any kind (small font, icons, font embellishments, etc.) I’m okay to let you do you as long as you’re okay to let me do me.

I’m okay with minor god-modding. If you need my muse to follow yours somewhere or something along those lines, and you don’t see any reason why they wouldn’t, then it’s okay to do it. Let’s save us both some additional writing time. But for anything major or where you’re unsure what my muse would do, please talk to me first. The same goes for meta-gaming. Unless your character has a real reason to know things about mine, please don’t do it. You’ll get one warning, and after that I reserve the right to drop our RP. Not sure what those terms mean? Take a look at my Roleplay Glossary to find out.

In that same vein - several of my muses have various forms of enhanced perception. Please DO NOT try to circumvent their skills by not telling me something that my muse SHOULD have noticed, and then having it come up in the RP. If you’re not sure they’d notice, tell me in advance and we’ll figure out how to make things work best for both of us. I’ll also do my best to inform you in advance of anything special about the specific muse you’ve chosen.

I like for my roleplays to have an ending. It doesn’t matter how long or how short the roleplay itself is, I just want it to have an obvious stopping point. If our roleplays seem to constantly die/get dropped rather than receive proper endings, I’m less likely to seek out future interactions. It’s nothing against you, it’s just how I prefer my roleplaying experience to be. We can still be friends and support each other within the community, we just won’t make good writing partners.

I tend to write A LOT. I like to explore my characters’ thoughts, and I like to explore back stories, and I like to offer up scene details. The length of my reply will never require a reply of similar length from you. As long as I have a way to reply, I’m not going to get upset if I write you 6 paragraphs, and you only reply with 2.

That being said, if you prefer one-liner RPs, we’re probably not going to mesh well as partners. I just can’t do them, and I don’t want to force you to do something longer just to RP with me.

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I am well over the age of 18 - as are all of my muses - so smut could happen. It’ll always be tagged NSFW. If I miss something, tell me and I’ll fix it.

More about smut - if you’re not 18 or older, it’s not going to happen. Not even ‘Fade-to-Black’ scenes. No exceptions. Please don’t misrepresent yourself to me in order to write smut.

Other NSFW topics - I’m okay with almost anything with the right plotting. Please DON’T just throw it at me! Ask and we’ll talk. Also, please don’t think I will throw anything at you, either. I won’t. I take dark subjects seriously and believe things should always be discussed first. However, some of my characters have dark back stories, and it is entirely possible that things might get referenced, so be aware of this when asking for certain muses if you think that might be an issue.

I don’t have triggers and I don’t tag them with CW or TW or any of that. Everything I consider ‘questionable content’ is generally lumped under the NSFW tag. Usually, if I’m posting about spiders or clowns or gore or whatever, I will tag it that way. So, as long as you have the main words flagged, we should be good. If we’re writing together and there is something you REALLY have an issue with and it’s slipping through your filters for some reason, come talk to me and we can try to work something out.

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If I’ve followed you, I’ve read your rules. In fact, if I’ve got any intention of writing with you, I’ve probably read them more than once. But I DON’T send in passwords. Or ‘like’ posts or anything of that nature. No exceptions. I’m sorry. If your rules require a password and you follow me first I’ll assume you’ve read this rule and decided to make an exception for me. I DO NOT follow blogs that ask for passwords (or anything similar) first. EVER.

Follow backs will generally occur as long as you’re a roleplay blog. However - I do have a few reasons I won’t. It doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t want to RP, it typically just means I have reasons that I don’t want what’s on your blog on my dash. It’s nothing personal, and you can still ask for an RP and we’ll talk.

If you've got a DNI list of any kind - whether I agree with it or not - RPing isn't going to happen. Due to past experiences, DNI lists are synonymous with drama for me. You may have your reasons for having one, and I respect those reasons. However, for my own peace of mind, I can't interact with blogs that have a list like this.

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Contact me however is best/easiest for you, but please don’t expect instant replies - even when it looks like I’m online.

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Thank you for looking through everything! I know it seems like a lot, but I figure offering up as much information as I can upfront will help us both decide if we’d make good writing partners. :) Since you’ve made it this far, can I also suggest you go take a look at my Useful Links page? It’s where you can find links to starters, memes, plots, etc. I also cover specifics regarding how I handle not specifying a muse, and also how to successfully send me an ask for an old meme. :)

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Rise and Cry - Ch3 Motive Reveal 4 (post 1/2)

Morning had once more come, and whether you were ready or not, 8am sharp meant it was time for the next round of the motive. Though some of you were already awake and expecting the announcement, others of you once more had to be roused by the PA system turning on (or in another case, the vibration system of the mattress). And a moment later, Calluna’s voice rang out.

“Good morning, everyone. Once more, please report to the flower garden once more for your next round of the motive.”

One by one, all 13 of you shuffled in bit by bit to the flower garden. At least no one was dead, not yet anyways. Waiting for you as always was one of your hosts, Calluna for the morning time announcements apparently, and AION with the screen they bring in as always. Images of your loved and hated ones once more plague the screen for a few moments, a glimpse into their lives and perhaps what those that had already suffered punishments were dealing with.

But before that could be lingered on, Calluna once more smiled to you all, and started things off.

“All of you remain present here, I see~ Very well, let’s take a look at the results of our last vote first, as per usual.”

With a tap to her tablet, the screen before you changed, now displaying…

Ex-girlfriend - 21 Mother - 4 Default - 1

….Oh. Huh. For once, there were far more votes on the screen than there usually were, and the vast majority of them were for one over the other.

“As you can see, there was one default, so I’ll factor that in now, just for the record.”

So with another tap…

Ex-girlfriend - 23 Mother - 4

Incredible.

“Well then, I suppose the result is clear as day regardless, so please direct your attention to the screen now for the resulting punishment~ I’m certain you won’t want to miss this.” :)

Sure enough, the feed on the screen changes once again, a new scene played out before you…

The feed then cuts to the inside of a kitchen, where a younger woman is cutting okra to the side. Her hair is thrown up in a purple ponytail, and she hums a tune to herself as she works. This continues for a few seconds until a small ding! is heard in the distance. The woman doesn’t react, continuing to cut her okra when…

Ding! Ding! Ding! The noise repeats. With a little huff she puts the knife down, waking towards the back of the room and picking up her phone. “Who is texting me at this hour—?“

She gasps immediately, almost dropping the phone out of shock. “There’s no way. No. No fucking way…” She looks at the phone again, scrolling through it as her face warps from shock, to horror, and then finally to amusement. “They’re insane. They’re actually insane! No fucking way!” She has to cover her mouth to try not to laugh.

“They really faked their death! Adrik faked their fucking death over me—“ She bursts out laughing, doubling over as a man walks in from the corner, clearly concerned.

“Honey, is everything alright?”

“Oh my God, babe, babe. You know that Ultimate Aerialist? AIRika or whatever? The really flashy guy from the US.”

“I mean, I’ve heard of them. Why?”

“That’s Adrik! That’s Adrik fucking Antonov! That cheating piece of shit!” She slaps her hand over her mouth, hunching over the counter as she catches her breath. “They’re alive. That son of a bitch has been alive all this time! That fucking snake! I swear, if I see them, they won’t be alive for much—“

The feed cuts there.

#calluna #chapter3

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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Don't know If you are taking requests, but I'd like to read when Y/N's period gets late and she starts to freaking out and have to tell Zsasz 😂

Love your writing btw ❤️ it gives me so much fun to read zsasz x y/n! My one true love is Ozzie 🐧, but you reminded me, that Vic also needs me love ❤️

A/N - Oh my god. Be ready for some drama here since Y/N worst fear is to found out she's pregnant despite all her precautions.

Thank you so much, I’m so happy my babbling is to your liking! Even if I make Oswald's life terrible sometimes in my posts, I really like him and simultaneously want to hug him and slap him behind the head 🤣 And, yeah, Victor needs love, as well as a freaking good therapy.

It’s a little bit angsy but with fluff near the end and a happy ending.

Warning : bad words, like a lot. Angst, fear of pregnancy, english mistakes (i’m working on it). Blood and violence, it’s Gotham, mention of mentrual blood.

Word count : 3,293

BUN IN THE OVEN?

“Bloody fucking hell”. Her voice resonated in the bathroom of the house she shared with Zsasz as a hideout. Currently sitting like some Queen with all the dignity she had on the toilet, Y/N was looking daggers at her white panties, clearly menacing to torture it in some atrocious ways or simply burn it to the ground.

Her hard stare moved to her lower abdomen and she frowned deeper. “You’re fucking kidding me now. You’re gonna bleed, you fucking useless uterus or I swear I’m gonna perform a fucking seppuku on you.”

Of course it would never answer her back, she would throw herself in Arkham if it did. But for now, her sanity or lack of sanity wasn’t her main problem. She was late. Late on her periods. And that simple fact was enough to freak the absolute shit out of her. She told Jim once as a joke that she would be ready to blow her own head if she found out she was pregnant. He took it as a very dark and bad joke but it wasn’t. At all. She was absolutely serious.

That was laughable. She killed, tortured, was accustom to be the witness of both when working with Victor and never batted an eye. But the very idea of her with a child was enough to make gooses crawl under her skin and a yell bubbling on the back of her throat. She never wanted to have children, never ever.

And god spare her, she never wanted to have to raise one, seeing who she and the father were, if he didn’t slaughter her first for the news. A maniacal laugh escaped her when she imagined telling Victor about it.

He would totally froze she was sure. Blink a few times, probably throw a glance at the unborn culprit of the awkwardness they were in, then grab his gun or one of his blades ,and end her on spot. She had no doubt about it. Her dear husband was more into the process of making children than into the result. Another laugh broke the deafening silence of the bathroom.

“Fuck me.”

How the lunatic’s seeds were potentially able to survive contraceptive pills was beyond her comprehension. Fortunately, Victor was out of town until the night, having to see Falcone for some shady mission while the mob boss wasn’t in the city. ‘I’ll end you and your presumed undying sperm, Victor fucking Zsasz’, she mentally yelled, finally lifting up from her throne and getting out of the room.

First, and before cutting Victor’s dick then her veins, she had to be sure.

The woman rushed to her dressing, throwing a black blazer around her shoulders and the first shoes she found, then grabbed her purse and rushed out of the bedroom to the front door, ignoring the Zsaszettes currently busying their self in the kitchen, just barking a “Stay here or I swear I’ll cut and badly cook you” over her shoulder.

Her tone should be enough to keep them at bay, it wasn’t the first time she went alone on a mission, this one was just slightly more personal but they didn’t have to know that, and, more importantly must not tell Victor or the fucker would steal all the pregnancy test of the city to force her to pee on each before deciding if and how he would end her.

Y/N climbed in her car and literally smashed her foot on the accelerator, ignoring speed limitations or any priority to drive like a mad woman near the end of the city. She finally stopped in front of a drugstore and walk inside as if she was ready to kill anybody inside. People quickly get out yelling, letting her make her way in front of the cashier who was livid.

“M-May I help you, Madam?” Asked the poor man, ready to faint.

“Pregnancy test, give me one. No, three. now.” She demanded, grabbing her gun for good mesure and aiming at him. “Don’t you fucking dare running away or I’ll shoot your legs, then rip them off before making you eat them.”

The man nodded stiffly and rushed in the back of the shop to grab what she asked. He just had the time to put them down on the counter before a deafening *bang* was heard. His body fell hard on the floor, with a bullet just in between his eyes. She couldn’t take the risk for him to speak and for the news to travel and reach Victor ears.

“GCPD! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!”

Marvelous. If she could kick herself, she would. Of course, her recklessness would bring Jim fucking Gordon attention. But too caught in her fear, she didn’t even took a second to think about it.

“Fucking leave me alone Jim, it’s not a good day for you to die.” She grumbled, tucking the tests inside of her jacket swiftly. The click of a tongue resonated in her back.

“What’s with you? Aunt Flo is visiting or something?” She heard Harvey’s gruff voice asking. That was it! She turned too quick for the two cops to say something or move, and shoot in the direction of the old cop, the broken glass behind him indicating she missed. Damned.

Harvey looked at her sauced-eyes, his mouth forming a “o” betraying his silent shock. The cop glanced behind him then at her again. “Bloody hell woman! You could have kill me!” He yelled. Earning a face from Jim. The young cop also looked at the broken shop window but quickly turned his attention back to Y/N when he heard a *thud* and saw something at her feet.

Jim froze, his eyes now as big as Harvey’s and his mouth also falling from the shock. His colleague, seeing this and how he lowered his gun also focused his attention on the object laying on the floor. “Oh shit.” He muttered, becoming livid. “OH SHIT WOMAN! COULDN’T YOU BE MORE CAREFUL YOUR SICKO SLASHER AND YOU?!” He yelled, pointing an accusing finger at her. Only to feel a burning sensation on the side of it when she pull the trigger again. The bullet fortunately just grazing it. “OW!”

Y/N aimed at the duo again. “Stop crying you old piece of shit, I could have just cut it clean.” She muttered in a very low voice.

Jim put his hands up in a peaceful way. “Look, Y/N. You have to follow us at the GCPD. I promise we will let you use the tests here and we’ll protect you if Zsasz tries something against you. Let me call Lee, she will stay with you and confirm the results and answer your questions if needed.” He tried.

Y/N eyes were wild. Since the GCPD was here and not some mere cops, somebody must have seen her and contact them. Her phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket and she lifted her index at Jim to indicate him to wait a second.

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Oswald Cobblepot

Don’t you dare keep me in the dark when you’ll know the result.

I sent you moral support so the suspense won’t be too unbearable. Am I not the best friend in town? Btw I also took the liberty to contact the potential lucky father.

xoxo

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“That fucking little piece of shit”, the assassin spat, quickly looking up at Jim and Harvey. “Lead the way guys, and drive fast, Oswald Cobbitchpot already have contacted Vic. Hope you improved your shooting.” She said.

Never before Jim drove that fast in the city, regularly glancing at Y/N through the rear-view mirror. To her credit, the woman looked perfectly composed right now, her legs elegantly crossed as well as her arms. They decided to not put handcuffs on her since she followed them without protest but more importantly, in case of Victor found a way to go back in town before they reached the GCPD and decided to ambush them. She clearly was their best asset if it happened.

When they finally went inside of the GCPD, Lee was already standing here, waiting for them. Her face also was livid. “Y/N”, she however greeted, trying her best to put a reassuring smile on her face. “Keep that pitying smile in case my fucking pee brings the news of my fucking pregnancy, Lee”, hissed Y/N, letting the other woman leads the way to the loo. “Happy to hear that you know how to use it”, the forensic muttered.

The way to the toilets was silent after that. Y/N throwing herself in a cabin, quickly starting to work and didn’t even bothered to close the door, making Lee clear her throat and look on the side. When she finally heard Y/N’s zipper and the flush, she looked at her again and gasp noticing what the assassin was holding in her hand.

“Are you really that afraid of it?” Asked Lee incredulously while watching Y/N now sitting on the toilet with the three tests, regularly frowning at her watch to check the time. “I don’t know, doc, what do you say?” Answered Y/N in a sarcastic voice. “Little one would be so happy to know mommy and daddy were homicidal maniacs and sadists. Oh, and that daddy is currently chasing mommy to fucking split her head in half.”

Lee winced at her answer and chose to stay silent, crossing her arms patiently. Only to jolt when shooting resonated from the main room of the police station. “Oi Y/N!” Called Zsasz voice from there. He was beyond pissed the two women could tell.

“Two more minutes”, whispered Lee, now looking in fear at the poor door keeping them safe from Zsasz wrath. “Let’s hope Victor broke his wrist or something on his way back to Gotham. Not to criticize, but Jim and maybe Harvey should be the only one to stand before him right now... not like they could keep him at bay for too long”, grumbled Y/N with a pout.

They were a very few to try to stop Zsasz indeed. Five minutes ago, a very stiff Victor passed the main doors of the GCPD, his clench jaws and the huge vein popping on the side of his neck enough to make the oldest and most corrupted cops flee far away from him.

He didn’t even took the time to mock them, too focus on storming inside of the place, planting his right foot on a bench and climbing on a desk, exactly like the first time he met Jim.

“Hello everyone. I am here to collect my precious wife, Y/N, who entered here a moment ago. I’m just here for her, nobody else, so tell me where she is and you’ll be free to go.” He said in a flat and terrifying voice.

Jim, like during their first encounter, walked on the wooden balcony facing the hitman. “Zsasz.” He greeted slowly with a nod of his head. The assassin looked at him, his pitch black eyes seemed to be dead. “Hi Jim.” He said. “Where is YN? Bring her here.” He demanded.

Jim gritted his teeth and took a big breath. “She’s under our protection. I can’t bring her here, we both know what you want to do to her right now.”

His refusal made a second prominent vein pop next to the first. He never saw it before. He gulped audibly but forced himself to straighten and lift his chin up. “Sorry but no. You’re a danger for her right now.” He refused again.

Zsasz’s last string of patience snapped and he quickly grabbed his gun to shoot in Jim’s direction, the detective dodging it just in time. “Oi Y/N!” the hitman yelled in a commanding and dark voice, before shooting again, this time with Jim, Harvey and a few cops who dared staying in the room shooting back.

Victor managed to put down a few of them and had the perfect aim at Harvey when Y/N voice resonated in the whole GCPD.

“I’M FUCKING BLEEDING!”

Everybody froze on spot, Harvey glancing at Jim who glanced back. They almost missed Zsasz rushing to the voice, his posture still as stiff as when he arrived and his gun very much loaded in his hand.

“Zsasz!” Called Jim, bolting on his feet and starting to chase him, only to be stopped by Harvey’s arms around him. “Don’t, we already did enough. Now it’s their bloodbath, not ours Jim!” He shouted

The gloomy green door literally fell on the floor when the hitman kicked it open, making Lee scream and rush to the corner of the room. Victor totally ignored her, focusing his white hot rage on his wife, sat on a toilet, her elbows on each of her knees and her face buried in her hands in what looked like absolute exhaustion.

The hitman made a step but stopped when his foot collided with something. When he looked on the floor, he saw the three pregnancy tests showing negative results, as well as a gun and a few bullets next to it. His eyes lifted up again to look at Y/N miserable form, who didn’t move and looked like she was in the middle of a mental breakdown. She didn’t even seem to have notice his presence. He sighed heavily.

Lee let another scream out when she saw Victor taking another step and smash the handle of his gun behind Y/N’s head, knocking her out cold. The forensic saw the man crouching and lifting the other woman, putting her on his shoulder and grabbing the abandoned gun on the floor. “What have you done!” She shouted. Victor turned to her, unfazed. “She wasn’t here.” He simply said, shrugging his shoulder like it was obvious. “Thank you for your time, doc. I’m bringing my wife back home.” He added.

Lee was too stunned to answer and just looked at him making his way out of the loo, his gun still in his hand and Y/N’s slack body secured on his shoulder.

When Victor reached the main room of the GCPD, he saw Jim’s shock, noticing Y/N’s body. “What-...” He started but Zsasz cut him. “I’m taking her home.” His neutral voice never indicating what would happen when and if she woke up. “WAIT!” Called Gordon making him sigh again. “The tests?” the cop asked. Victor shrugged. “Negative” He answered, and didn’t try to hide his sadistic grin when he saw all the tension leaving Jim and Harvey’s bodies as well as the loud sighed they let out. “Thanks little Jesus”, whispered Harvey before lazily moving his hand in his direction. “Get the fuck out of here for today guys, we will see you another time.” “HARVEY!” Chastised Jim but a look at Y/N’s very pale face was enough for him to close his eyes painfully and nod. “Just” He however added, making Victor stop again. “Will you try to kill her, if the result is positive one day?”

His question met a heavy silence. And Gordon was ready to let it unanswered but the maniacal laugh of the hitman broke it suddenly, chilling him to the bones. It stopped as brutally as it had started, letting Victor’s face blank again, his black pools looking intensely in his eyes. “If i’m not the cause of it, certainly.” He said, letting a crooked smile growing on his face. “Later guys”, he then saluted before disappearing with his burden.

She jumped out of the bed she was put on, frantically searching for a blade in her pants, only to feel her bare skin. “Hi-ho”

Y/N’s eyes brutally landed on the other side of the bed, spotting Victor lazily sat in a armchair, polishing one of his blade. “Welcome back sweetness”, he greeted flatly and took a sadistic pleasure looking at the stupid face she made, clearly trying to remember what in hell happened. “The tests?” She asked with wide eyes and holding her breath.

“Oh? Your usually sharp mind abandoned you before finding out?” He mocked a bit. She frowned in displeasure. “Well I suppose that since I’m still breathing I’m not with a child after all.” She hissed, her gaze now landing on the bed and seeing a bit of blood where her lower part was resting earlier. “Thanks fucking god”, she sighed in relief.

He chuckled a bit at her antics. “That was one hell of a breakdown”, he then said, earning her attention again and a raised brow. “How long?” She asked, seeing him lifting up from his seat. “Seven hours. Your phone is going berserk and I think we will have to find a new hideout soon, since Jim is asking if you’re still breathing since we left the GCPD. I suspect he’s trying to find Nygma and make him collaborate in order to find you.”

Y/N groaned out loud and slapped a hand on her face, letting it slide slowly. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” She sighed. He simply nodded, making his way around the bed to finally face her. “It’s not often that you do something so incredibly stupid.”

She gritted her teeth and had to fight herself to not yell at him or try to rip his head off. “I KNOW, alright. I... kinda panicked ok? And that little fucker Oswald had to add fuel on the fire. I had to make a decision and didn’t have the time to : fight Jim or Harvey, go back home, pee peacefully on those fucking tests, wait three freaking minutes while humming and loading my guns for when you would go back and try to slaughter me.” She enumerated, her voice going higher and higher making him chuckle again.

“If I kill you because you’re with a child, the old man would have my head and skin me alive, and frankly he would be right.” He said while making a face. “Sorry to tell you, sweetness, but only the Blessed Virgin Mary found herself pregnant without human help.” He sneered. “And since it needs two to conceive, I’ll not put the blame on you if it happens.” He shrugged. “We just have to be ok with what we would do after that.”

Y/N looked at him like she never saw him before. She had to blink a few times before smashing both of her hands on her face harder than before. “I’m a fucking idiot. The greatest moron of the planet right now. I feel so stupid.” She muttered.

“Yeah you can, I was pretty mad hearing about your reckless trip at the drugstore, then how you followed the cops to the GCPD, hiding like a coward”, he reproached a bit coldly, making her sigh. “Look, I wasn’t thinking straight and I’m not proud of my own stupidity. I’ll say it just once so make sure your ears are working correctly : I am terribly sorry.”

He nodded slowly, keeping for him that he was so mad he could have shot her in the most painful parts of the body for what she put him through. Her mental breakdown and the gun at her feet were the only reasons he calmed down so quickly. He knew she didn’t want any child but never thought she was so terrified of it that she would act so desperate.

He sighed again and put an arm around her shoulders to pull her against him, kissing her forehead and letting her put it on his shoulder. “I can die from shame at this point if it makes you feel any better”, she muttered against his shirt, making him snort. “Not really, I would be sad to lose my favorite fool.” He mocked a bit, then grin when he heard her low chuckle. She deserved that one.

A/N - I hope you liked it! Thanks again for your request my dear, have a beautiful day/night and take care! 🥰

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miekasa · 3 years

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right where you want me (eren yeager)

↯ pairings: eren yeager x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: more modern au, fluff, eren is a baby but i think we all knew that

↯ word count: 1.2k

↯ notes: i saw @eremiie’s post which reminded me of a draft i had, which resulted in editing this for eren. pls enjoy one thousand words of me, once again, pushing my quality time is eren’s love language agenda.

“And then Jean said that he didn’t have aim assist on, but I swear he’s a fucken liar,” Eren rambles, completely in a world of his own as you rub sudsy circles into your face.

He’s been following you around since you came home from school, chattering about anything and everything that happened to him during his day off. It’s not an unusual occurrence; whether he knows it or not, Eren has a habit of hovering around you when he sees you for the first time in a while. Particularly when you’ve been out all day, and he’s been home (see: freeloading in your apartment) waiting for you to return.

He’ll babble and follow you as you settle into your night routine like a puppy. A very loyal, very tall, very overgrown puppy. It usually carries on until you’re ready to shower, but today Eren seems to feel extra clingy; having followed you all the way to the bathroom, where he currently sits on top of the closed toilet seat, telling you about Jean and Connie and the details of their match earlier while you wash your face.

You don’t even think Eren notices that you’re taking longer than usual; or, that, subsequently, he’s been talking for longer than usual. You know how much he hates to be home alone or bored, but you didn’t know that the result of a few hours of limited contact would be this.

It’s cute. But you’re curious to see how far he’ll go; or, rather, how long he’ll stay. You think he might stalk you into the shower if given the opportunity. So, with a knowing smile, you pat your face dry, and decide to test your theory.

“—Then, of course, Connie’s dumbass died. Armin was able to revive him, but he couldn’t play long after that, because he had to go to his lab.”

You hum, pulling the curtain back and twisting the knob to turn on the shower and adjusting the water to your preference, “Right, but I thought you said Armin wasn’t that good at this game.”

Eren huffs, bending his legs to sit criss-cross on top of the toilet now. You have to refrain from chuckling when you take a look at him—completely unaware of his size in comparison to the small porcelain underneath him. He looks like a child. You would take a picture of him if you had your phone with you.

“He’s not,” Eren sighs, “But he’s more fun to play with than Jean, because at least Armin’s not a cheater.”

“But if the game comes with an aim assist option, is it really cheating?”

“Obviously, babe,” Eren gesticulates, hands flailing around him, “Everybody knows that you’re not as good as you say you are if you have to use the assist—it’s like, like… like people who say parallel parking is easy just because their car has one of those automatic sensor thingies.”

Ah, right.

You nod, pulling back when the water has finally heated up, now in search of your shower cap. “Of course, love,” you sympathize, reaching for the plastic, “Well, I’m going to shower now.”

Eren blinks, eyes wide like a baby. “Oh—now?”

“Well, we are in the bathroom. And I’m in a towel, and I did just come back from a long day at school, so, yes, now.”

Eren chuckles lightly, a faint pink dusting over the tips of his ears as he watches you unravel your towel and step into the shower. But that’s probably because of the steam—you like your showers really hot; definitely not because he saw you naked for a flash of a second.

“Oh—uh, yeah, okay,” Eren stutters, snapping himself out of his own thoughts, he stands up, stepping to the sink, “I think I’ll wash my face, too, first. Before I go.”

You hum in reply as you seemingly go on about your shower; when you simply stand under the water, keeping an ear out for Eren’s movements and words.

He suddenly takes great infatuation and care with washing his face—a whole ninety seconds if you’ve counted correctly—which, granted, is what he’s supposed to do, but you know damn well is not his regular routine. You think he might even brush his teeth, too, for the hell of it, and the familiar smell of one of your facial sprays begins to permeate the room.

He blurts out random thoughts in between—asking you briefly about your assignment, before going on to ramble about his least favorite professor; he tells you what he ate today, asks you what you had for lunch; he even asks you which body wash you’re currently using.

(The answer is none—you’re just barely holding it together trying not to laugh).

It’s almost fifteen minutes later, you think, when Eren starts whistling; clearly run out of things to say or do, but still hesitant to ask the one thing lingering on his mind.

“Are you still there, Eren?” you call wittingly. You can see Eren’s blurry figure through the shower curtain, an excited nod coming from his silhouette.

“Yup,” he chirps, hand reaching to scratch at the back of his head. You bite your lip—his hair probably needs to be washed. “I, uh… I’ll go now, though, I guess… wait for you to come out… maybe I’ll order food or something in the meantime. Do you want pizza? I think pizza would be good—oh, where should I order from? That place Mikasa recommended was really good last time—”

It takes everything in you to not physically laugh out loud. God, he’s cute.

You pull the curtain back, just with your head peeping out to find Eren with one hand on the door, the other on the light—which you’re certain he would have accidentally tuned off had you not caught him—still lingering.

“Eren?”

He blinks. “Yeah, baby, what’s up?”

“Do you want to shower with me?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Eren’s eyes light up as bright or as quickly as they did in that moment. His head shakes with an overly enthusiastic nod, and is already clumsy in pulling off his clothes. He almost trips getting his sweatpants off, but you don’t think he’s ever gotten undressed that quickly—not even when you told him you would let him fuck your face.

Though, he was pretty damn quick to undress that time.

He finishes stripping with a complete lack of grace and coordination; a stupid, wide, boyish grin covers both his cheeks on his face when he finally steps into the shower behind you. He leans forward to dip his hair under the shower when you turn around to face him, resulting in droplets falling onto your forehead; you scrunch your nose, but Eren laughs, holding you face in his hands and craning his neck to peck your nose.

“Hi, baby,” he grins, his mop of hair now sticking to his face and neck from the water, “I forgot to ask—how did your assignment go?”

“You already asked me that, dummy. Twice, in fact,” you find yourself copying his smile, “You know, if you wanted to join me, all you do was ask.”

Eren squishes your cheeks between his palms and presses a kiss to your lips, “Well, I can’t make all the first moves, now can I?”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren smut #eren fluff #levi x reader

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2jaeh · 3 years

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ORPHIC : YUTA X READER

genre: smut, angst

warnings: mature themes, enemies to lovers kinda, kinda toxic theme, multiple smut scenes, swearing, alcohol, toys.

slight jenoxreader

word count : 17,5k (sorrry he’s my ult)

author: sin!

You and Yuta never had a good relationship within your group of friends. The closest the two of you ever came to even slightly caring about each other was...in bed. After some friendly advice you decide to venture out of this toxicity and an old friend comes to the rescue. Thinking things will finally settle and you are ready to move on, Yuta comes to the realization that he wasn't a fan of you leaving him for someone else.

A/N: WHOA this took me so long to write and rn its 2am and I barely proofread anything and just wanted to post it already! ALSO I just wanted to add Jeno is practically my ult as well and I wanted to use him for this scenario ! I promise Ill make it up to you guys with a full length fic of him lol Anyways enjoy.

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You couldn’t understand why you hated him so much. Was it the way he did his hair ? The way he rolled his eyes at every snarky remark you directed at him ?

Or was it the way he stared at you from across the room, a smirk on his face signaling that it was going to be one of those nights.

You joined this collective of artists or the “blank space” as you were known to the public, a year ago. The team did everything from clothing to organizing crazy exhibitions, and the best part of it all was that the team members remained anonymous.

Now some of the members were already in the spotlight for their personal artworks and collections but anything under blank space was under that name only, promoted only under its respective social media accounts. The collective was founded by Taeyong, an introverted guy you met at a fashion show you once worked at. He approached you the night your art hit the runway and you’ve been working for him ever since.

You didn’t know everybody under Blank Space except for the people Taeyong trusted the most. Which from possibly 50 designers, only reduced to a total of nine close friends.

Taeyong, Johnny, Ten, Renjun, YangYang, Doyoung, Sungchan, Lucas and You.

And then, there was one person you called a friend when the mood was right. When he was not being an absolute pain in the ass.

Yuta Nakamoto.

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“So there’s a launch happening this weekend over at the shed” Taeyong announced to your friend group who were barely paying attention thanks to Yangyang attempting to stuff four marshmallows into his mouth. “Come on you can do one more” Lucas edged him on while Renjun shook his head disapprovingly and Sungchan tried to suppress his laughter.

“Guys please pay attention” Doyoung, the only type of authority around here spoke up, finally quieting down the room and allowing his best friend to speak.

Taeyong cleared his throat and shifted nervously as all eyes were focused on him again. “I’d like all of us to attend, maybe look for a new recruit” the timid pink haired boy spoke and everyone nodded knowing the routine of these launches at this point.

“Can we party hard or is this just one of those save face kinda gigs ?” Yuta raised his hand and the spark in Lucas’s eyes indicated that he may have had the same idea.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your leg over the other, “Yuta’s having a dry spell he wants to find some damsel in distress to get into his bed” you turned to him and he only smirked at your snarky comment.

“Well now y/n it’s only because you haven’t been in the mood for my dick lately” he pouted and Renjun threw his head back, followed by groans from both Johnny and Ten.

“I’m not in the mood for the two of you today seriously” Ten chimed in, rubbing his temples just waiting for this group meeting to be over. “Yeah me too” Johnny added, “you two fight the entire week then hook up over the weekend, we are tired.”

“Why are you guys tired ? Are you doing the fighting and fucking ?” Yuta scoffed and Doyoung jumped to his feet, folding his arms across his chest as he looked down at the scowling black haired man,

“This is a work meeting. If it's not about work” Doyoung eyes moved to you, “then we don’t want to hear about it.”

You nodded after getting reprimanded but Yuta being Yuta just snickered and downed the rest of his coffee, unbothered by what any of the people in the room had to say about him.

“Okay then well I’ll see you guys Friday night, if you find a possible recruitment just text the group chat and we will decide as a team then and there” Taeyong wrapped up the meeting and everyone dispersed back to their work stations to finish up any outstanding projects.

Blank Space had its own office block but you guys were the only ones with a private floor at the very end of the hallway, far away from the part-timers.

Everyone had their own cubicle made up of makeshift drywall, so it was private but not private enough. Taeyong felt that closed offices made no sense for a room of creatives and when working on bigger projects it was easier for members to move their stations to their partners' cubicles.

Your cubicle though had the unfortunate fate of being placed in front of Yuta. The members had tried to swap with either of you but neither of you budged. Moving meant there was a problem and showing that you had an actual problem with the other person meant it could sabotage the team and things may go sour.

So both of you conceded. Trying your absolute best to stay out of the other person's way during work hours. But it was impossible when bickering was just something you guys did.

From the very beginning You and Yuta had disagreed on almost everything. Both of you were pretty stubborn people and had a very similar mindset. Then on a random drunken night Johnny suggested that you and Yuta needed to release your anger in bed and the next day you’d be best friends. Yuta was pretty adamant on the idea and not only did you hook up once, it became this ongoing hell of fighting, building up your anger and releasing it during mind blowing sex.

Neither of you questioned the abnormality of your relationship. Rather, you ignored the red flags and the toxicity of it all and just assumed attraction only happened through liquor, high sexual needs and boredom.

“Hey y/n sorry about snapping like that earlier” Doyoung stepped into your cubicle, his gummy smile showing as he nervously scratched his head. “It’s no problem, I’m sorry about my stupid comment” you pressed your lips together feeling a tad guilty that it all started because of you.

“You guys really love riling each other up don’t you?” Doyoung took a seat opposite you which was a bit unnatural for anyone who walked by. Doyoung was a very reserved person and never bothered to converse with any of you besides Taeyong. Unlike the rest of you Doyoung was recruited to handle finances and foresee the operation. He appreciated the arts but never delved in it, hence his awkwardness with the openness and unhinged personalities of the group.

“I get that it can be...exhausting” you sighed, propping your elbows up on the counter and pouting.

“Then why do you continue ?” Doyoung quizzed and you shrugged, “stress relief ?”

Doyoung chuckled at your words and pushed his spectacles up his bridge, “you guys are the ones stressing each other out,” Doyoung turned back to look at Yuta who was busy sketching and turned back to face you,

“All I’m saying is that maybe it’s time to look for a stress reliever that doesn’t result in anger the very next day, you guys need to move on.”

Move on.

Doyoung’s words swam in your mind hours after the short conversation had ended and you wondered if it was indeed time to move on. You looked up from your desk and to your surprise Yuta’s eyes were locked with yours as he twirled a lollipop in his mouth.

The issue was, as much as you hated him you couldn’t deny he was so goddamn hot. From the long hair to the edgy attire, physically he was your type. Personality on the other hand, it was like nails against a chalkboard.

Unbearable.

You kept your eyes locked with him until he slowly pulled the sweet out of his mouth, licked his lips and blew you a cheeky kiss from across the room.

“Moron” you mumbled and shook your head trying to ignore his devilish motives and get back to work.

Doyoung was right. You definitely needed to find someone to distract yourself from Yuta’s hold over you.

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It was the night of the launch and everybody showed up with their own rides and began mingling with former clients and partners. You arrived with Ten and Lucas who already decided to pre-game drinks just in case ‘there wasn’t enough at the party.’

“Hey please do us a favor and not hook up with Yuta tonight” Ten wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you maneuvered through the groups of people. “Not planning on it” you replied in his ear, “and besides Doyoung already beat you to that pep talk.”

“Doyoung ?” Ten wrinkled his nose before ordering the two of you a mojito from the open bar.

“Yeah he said that I should move on, possibly find a new hookup” you shrugged, retrieving the drink and headed to a balcony that overlooked the first floor of the launch party. There were bodies of people everywhere, networking, checking out merchandise or just getting plain wasted.

“Seems like Lucas has already been cut off from the open bar” Ten pointed out, watching the tall man try to push his way back to the bar but the bouncer refused him to do so.

“Let me go help him out, I'll catch up later” Ten sighed and gave you a pat on your shoulder, “and yeah find a new hookup, if Yuta gets to sleep around so can you.”

You watched Ten disappear into the crowd and twirled the glass in your hand wishing what he had said was that easy.

There were no rules about hooking up with other people or just any reinforcements in general when it came to you and Yuta. But you we’re well aware of his loose sex life. There were many times where Yuta ended up going home with some random person if he wasn’t in the mood to hook up with you. But You on the other hand, never bothered these days because you were either too busy or whoever you met just ended up boring you to death.

“Y/n ?” You heard someone say from behind you and to your surprise it was a face you hadn’t seen in years.

“Jeno ? Oh my God” you quickly gave the blonde boy a quick hug, taken back by how much he had filled out since high school.

Jeno used to help you out from time to time during proms and fashion shows, lending out his strength to build anything from sculptures to installation art in the city.

“I was wondering when I was going to bump into you at one of these shows” his bright smile turned his eyes into crescents as he joined you at the balustrade. The Jeno you knew in high school was a lanky shy kinda guy but the Jeno you saw now was confident, mature and outright gorgeous.

“I’m quite surprised seeing you here actually” you chuckled shyly, “I didn’t know you’d pursue anything in this field to be honest.”

“Wow” Jeno mouthed and cutely grinned, “hmm that kinda hurt considering I’m the one who made the centerpiece of this entire launch”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at the structure of colored sharpies bound together to create a giant rubix cube in the middle of the party. “Holy shit that’s awesome my boss would absolutely love you” you gasped, knowing Taeyong absolutely loved installation art especially at a large scale like this.

“Oh who’s your boss ? I’m actually a free agent right now” Jeno replied and you quickly remembered the reason you were even at the launch in the first place. “Wait! We’re looking for recruits right now, let me just tell the others about it” you said excitedly, handing Jeno your drink and pulled up the group chat on your phone.

A few minutes later everyone confirmed the meeting place of a private room located on the second floor, quiet enough for a quick interview and decision. The best part of this job was everyone was so connected that there was no need to go through the process of a full portfolio look and a million interviews, all you needed was a trusted ally within the group to vouch for you and you were already one foot in.

“Ten and Yangyang took Lucas home after he tried to challenge the bartender to an arm wrestling match” Johnny entered the room and sipped his whiskey while Renjun and Sungchan followed close behind him. Taeyong and Doyoung stood in front of the room discussing something amongst themselves while you and Jeno took a seat on the burgundy couch.

Yuta entered shortly after, drink in hand and you noticed his eyes narrow in on Jeno who sat close to you. “Okay everyone who’s able to make it is here let’s get started” Taeyong clasped his hands together, “everybody this is Jeno Lee and a long time friend of y/n.”

“Not that long but yeah we did work together” Jeno chuckled and got to his feet, “well I’m an installation artist, I actually made the centerpiece in tonight’s launch.”

“Wow, it's amazing!” Renjun complimented and Sungchan agreed, giving Jeno a thumbs up, “yeah man that piece is brilliant.”

Jeno smiled from ear to ear as the meeting proceeded with everyone going through a few of Jenos works and what he could bring to the team. While your teammates concentrated on Jenos work all you could concentrate on was Jeno himself.

You wondered if Jeno knew how gorgeous he was in his effortless tank top and denim jeans combo. You hoped no one caught you staring but someone was well aware of your actions.

Yuta watched how you looked at the young guy, he wasn’t stupid, he knew when you found someone attractive and the way you were ogling Jeno right now, he didn’t like it at all.

The meeting ended and everyone welcomed Jeno to the collective. Johnny gave him a few pointers on which coffee to order from the cafe next to the office and Sungchan exchanged gamer tags with his new friend.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday” you waved as everyone exited the meeting and before you could make your way to catch up with Jeno and Sungchan you were being pulled back into the room.

“Your place or mine ?” Yuta mused and snaked an arm around your waist, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“Neither” you responded, “I’m gonna hang with Jeno and head home, you should find that little damsel to play with”

“Don’t be difficult y/n we're long overdue for our therapy session now” he groaned, pressing his lips to your ear and jaw. As much as he aroused you by just breathing you thought about what Doyoung had said, you needed to move on from this mess.

“Listen I think we need to just stop our sessions” you stepped away from him leaving Yuta slightly taken back from your actions, “let’s move on, be out of each other’s way and not make the group uncomfortable okay ?”

Yuta watched you press your lips together and finally make your exit, leaving him completely alone. You denied his advances for the first time since the two of you started sleeping together and something in him broke.

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Monday came around and the whole team buzzed about Jeno joining the team. Usually a new recruit would hang downstairs with the part time designers but because Taeyong trusted your judgement on Jeno, he was able to integrate with the team.

“Man that Jeno guy seems real chill” Yangyang hopped alongside Johnny and Yuta who were doing the morning coffee run. Yuta kept his composure despite knowing he wasn’t a huge fan of someone new joining the team and throwing off the dynamic. Hands in his pocket he ignored Yangyangs endless questions about the meeting, allowing Johnny to entertain the eager young boy.

“All I know is that having Jeno around means I don’t have to do all the carrying when Lucas bails on me” Johnny sipped his drink as they made their way back to their office. To their surprise Jeno had just arrived, looking like a lost puppy as he examined the names of the floors next to the secretary desk.

“Speak of the devil” Johnny threw his arm around Jeno, startling the boy and led him over to the elevator, “we’re at the top floor newbie, make sure to get an access card from Taeyong.”

“T-thanks” Jeno grinned and bowed politely to both Yuta and Yangyang before stepping into the elevator. The other guys barely bothered with Yuta’s reaction to Jeno because he rarely liked anyone enough to show any sign of enthusiasm. Jeno wasn’t going to change that.

The elevator opened to the top floor and Jeno awed at the chilled atmosphere you all had created here. From Ten’s thousands of plants around the room, Taeyongs fish, a pool table brought in by Lucas and gaming stations set up by Sungchan, it looked like paradise.

“This....is so cool oh my God” Jeno stepped in, his eyes wandering all over the place until it locked on you hanging over at the fish tank with Taeyong.

“Y/n!” Jeno jogged over and you greeted him with a wide smile and a tight hug, “Jeno you made it!” You gleamed. Jeno quickly shook Taeyong’s hand unsure of how formal of a boss he actually was.

“Whoa I feel like a principal” Taeyong giggled as he dropped a few fish flakes for his babies. “Wow, does everybody have their own cubicle ?” Jeno strolled around the room taking a peak at the vast versions of decor each cubicle adorned.

“Yeah” you responded, “but I don’t think yours is ready yet right Doyoung ?”

“That’s right,” Doyoung replied and folded his arms across his chest, “you don’t mind sharing for the week do you ?”

Jeno shrugged and looked over at you, “I was hoping to catch up with y/n anyway, I don’t mind sharing if it’s okay with you ?”

“It’s perfectly fine” you assured him and gestured over to your cubicle, “me casa is su casa.”

“I’m just gonna need some admin stuff sorted Jeno can you join me for a bit ?” Doyoung asked and Jeno nodded, giving you a quick hug before heading off to the administration offices with Doyoung. You watched the blonde guy exit and something just felt so much brighter in the office. You felt a sense of excitement of what’s to come now that Jeno was back in your life. But like all sunny days there always comes a thunderstorm and yours was staring you down like he was waiting to rain on your parade.

“What ?” You blinked, and Yuta shrugged as he peeked into your cubicle. “It’s a bit small isn’t it ? Don’t think two people can work in here” he raised his brow and looked over at you.

“It’s fine” you sighed and pushed past him, “it’s only for a week and he’s not a stranger to me, why do you care ?”

“I don’t” Yuta mumbled, dragging his feet back to his cubicle leaving you questioning his slightly odd behavior. Your mind quickly snapped out of it when Jeno had made his way back, that bright smile spread across his face and suddenly it felt like sunshine filled the room once more.

“I’m back!” He sang and pulled a chair opposite you, retrieving his laptop already looking like a regular in the office.

“Did Doyoung tell you about tonight ? Our little welcoming party over at Kleo’s Sky Bar ?” You asked, skimming through your emails for the day. “Oh, yeah he did, I mean you guys don’t have to do all of this” Jeno chuckled shyly, those pretty eyes distracting you for the third time that day.

“Nah we do it for everyone, and it’s better you know everyone drunk to avoid future surprises” you pointed over to Lucas who was coaching Yangyang through a trick shot at the pool table. “Gotcha” Jeno nodded, as he watched one of the balls fly off the table and nearly knock Renjun in the back. It was chaos absolutely everyday in the office and you knew Jeno was going to love it here.

But even with Jeno in front of you, your new distraction, your new beginning, like Doyoung and Ten had said you needed, it was a habit at this point to look across the room, wondering what Yuta was up to. You watched him remove his cardigan, exposing his arms in those loose tank tops he always loved to wear as he concentrated on a sketch in front of him. Thankfully he was fully immersed in his work for once to take notice of your eyes on him. You continued observing him, watching him nod along to probably some alternative song blaring in his headphones as he sketched away on his iPad. He was so effortlessly attractive when he wasn’t aware of it.

You needed to snap out of this daydream.

“So are you seeing anyone these days ?”

“Hmm ?”

Jeno laughed as you finally realized that he’d been talking to you and you mentally cursed yourself for even being distracted by Yuta of all people.

“I’m sorry..Uhm no I’m not seeing anyone” you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and Jeno nodded cutely, “uh good...uhm not good that you’re alone but I was hoping you weren’t...God I’m still so bad at this”

You felt your cheeks heat up seeing Jeno fumble over his words and get nervous about asking you such a question. He was so adorable and something in you also wondered if he was like this in a relationship, or in the bedroom.

Was he dominant ? Was he passive ? Yuta was very dominant and you’d even rile him up to the point of him making you shut up with his actions.

“Y/n ?” Jeno waved his hand in front of your face and you shook your head, you couldn’t believe you did it again. What the hell was wrong with you ?

“Oh my God Jeno I'm so sorry...these emails are just a pain in the ass” you lied but thankfully Jeno took the bait and nodded, “it’s okay I’ll let you get back to work, I was going to go down to the cafe, do you want anything ?”

“Yeah a cafe latte would be great thank you” You felt guilty but it was still only two days since you decided to cut off Yuta so adjusting was going to take a bit of time.

Jeno had left for the cafe and you quickly dove straight into your work, hoping the time would just fly by. That was until you heard a knock and watched Yuta saunter into your cubicle and take a seat right in front of you. You watched him prop his elbows on the table and his piercing eyes narrowed down on you as if he were waiting for an answer.

“Why are you here ?” You questioned him, doing your best to divert your attention from his chiseled arms and exposed chest.

“I want an explanation,” Yuta said calmly, his voice deep and monotone.

“To what ?” You knew fully well what he was talking about but you were really not in the mood to talk to him about this. Yuta sighed and cocked his head to the side, clearly annoyed by your response. “Why the fuck are we calling it quits when we are nothing to each other ? Can’t we just hook up and ignore each other as usual ?” You sensed the annoyance in his voice. Denying him that night was indeed eating him up since you’ve never done it before.

“Yuta that’s the whole point” you rubbed your temples, “if we are nothing to each other then we shouldn’t be hooking up, it just ties us together for absolutely no reason.”

Yuta stayed quiet for a bit and eventually just nodded, “fine do whatever you want I guess.” You watched him walk out, not bothering to give you a second look and you wondered if the unsettling feeling you were experiencing in this moment was how he felt two days ago.

Nothing made sense.

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The evening arrived and everyone was in good spirits because you were all headed to one of your favourite spots in town. “Lucas you gotta do karaoke tonight” Sungchan threw his arm around the large brown haired man as they entered the bar. “Hmm give me a few rounds of drinks first” Lucas stuck out his tongue as he gestured to the waitress to get the gang the usual table.

Thankfully tonight the bar was fairly empty which meant that the gang could really loosen up without the prying eyes of strangers wishing you’d all just leave.

“Wow this place is pretty cool” Jeno gleamed, allowing you to enter the booth first like a true gentleman before scooting right in next to you. Yuta opted for the seat at the very end as usual, so he could sneak off to smoke without bothering any of friends every couple of minutes. The position also gave him a clear view of you and Jeno who were snuggled up in the corner already lost in your own private conversation.

“Beer ?” Johnny nudged Yuta, snapping him out of his fixation. Yuta nodded and slumped back in his seat trying his best to focus on whatever Renjun and Yangyang were talking about. It’s not like him to feel this way. Usually by now he’d be seated next to you, annoying the shit out of you until he saw those pretty eyes glare at him with rage. Then after you’d have a few drinks you’d be leaning on his shoulder, playing with his rings until he offered to take you home, and then-

“To Jeno!” Lucas yelled, lifting up a shot glass of God knows what and rallied everyone to join in on his toast.

“To Jeno” you grinned leaning into Jeno’s side and clinked glasses with him. Jeno felt warm, comforting, he made it so easy for you to just enjoy having him around rather than it being a task. That’s what a healthy relationship was like wasn’t it ?

“Jeno Im glad and also sorry that you have to join the most annoying group of people ever” Doyoung half smiled and Taeyong waved his hand, “we’re not that annoying Jeno I promise” the pink haired boy reassured him despite Renjun and Ten agreeing with Doyoung’s words. Jeno just laughed it off and turned to you with a bright smile as he draped his arm over your shoulder,

“Kinda feels like fate that I bumped into you huh?”

You know he may have been joking but Jeno was really unaware that his presence really was the antidote to getting rid of the Yuta situation. The team loved him, he was someone you knew and could trust, it was all right there for you, written on paper. Nothing could possibly go wrong… right ?

“Fourth round is on me” Taeyong held up his card to the waitress despite his tired eyes were quite evident. Everyone was well over tipsy and Lucas had already entertained the bar with his beautiful rendition of “Starboy” by The Weeknd and Johnny stepped in as his air guitar player in the back.

“Gotta go to the bathroom!” You whined while Jeno helped you to your feet as you pushed your way past a sleeping Renjun and a spaced out Sungchan. You could tell tonight was going to take a toll on everyone tomorrow morning.

You quickly exited to the back where the bathrooms were located. You walked down the dim hallway, mentally thanking yourself for not overdoing it with the alcohol as each step became darker and darker.

“Watch your step” someone said and you turned around to see Yuta leaning over a railing with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth.

“Yeah” you managed to say and entered the bathroom before he could say anything else. The lack of alcohol didn’t stop the intrusive thoughts of Yuta filling your mind as you stopped to wash your hands. All you could think about was if he was going to be there when you walked back. Was he going to say anything ? Was he going to do anything ?

Were you going to do anything ?

You stepped outside, head a little more muddled than when you walked in and your first question was answered, Yuta was still there leaning up against the wall looking ahead of him. You slowly began your journey back, keeping your head down to avoid any type of confrontation with him.

“Y/n….” He mumbled, reaching out until he had a grip on your wrist causing your eyes to look up at him. Why did he look so goddamn breathtaking right now, with his stupid black hair all messy and his eyes luring you in like a lion to it’s prey.

“W-what ?” You replied, unsure why you still allowed him to hold you or even have the nerve to stop you from getting back to the rest of your friends. Yuta pushed himself off the wall and turned your body so you were now pressed against the concrete and his body was pressed against you. Your breathing hitched as he ran his fingers lightly down your arms. His eyes concentrated on his movements while yours focused on his face, watching him bite down on his lip as he took in the position the two of you were now in.

“You remember a few weeks back and I had you up against this wall moaning my name ?” His voice was so low that it aroused you, making you mentally curse yourself for the lewd thoughts.

“Yuta…” you sighed but there was a hint of desperation in your voice surprising yourself but not really phasing Yuta at all.

“Yeah just like that” he hummed before pressing his lips to your jaw, and peppered kisses all the way down to your neck. You felt yourself willingly giving him access, melting into every kiss he placed on your warm skin. Yuta’s hands grabbed your waist and pinned you against the wall while your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck and into the soft tufts of his hair.

“Yuta…we shouldn’t…I shouldn’t” you breathed, feeling yourself pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

“Tell me no and I’ll stop y/n '' Yuta said into your ear to which you responded by pulling him by his belt buckle and pushed yourself up to capture his lips. Yuta’s dominance finally showed when he slipped his leg in between yours, giving you the chance to gain a bit of friction your core so desperately desired at this point. You felt Yuta’s smirk in your kiss when you began grinding down on his thigh showing him the obedient whore you were for him. Nothing Yuta loved more was for you to beg for him, beg for his touch, need him. That was until the two of you heard footsteps and to your dismay it was the last person you’d ever want to see you trapped against a wall with the man you hated.

It was Lee Jeno.

“I’m sorry I - I’m sorry I’ll leave you guys alone-“ Jeno stumbled, he felt his cheeks heat up and made his quick exit out of the hallway.

“Jeno!” You called, pushing Yuta off and tried to neaten yourself. Yuta felt a heated sensation overcoming his body the moment he saw the look in your eye when you saw Jeno and the way you pushed him off like he was a piece of trash. Like he was nothing.

“You know maybe if you’d stop pretending like you don’t wanna fuck me then we can go back to normal” Yuta spat, not caring about the unfortunate situation that had just unfolded.

You turned around to face him and the next words that came out of your mouth you weren’t sure if you were going to regret it or not.

“You’re right Yuta that’s all you are to me and that’s all you ever will be, a good fuck for about an hour and that’s it. Other than that there’s no use for you. At all.”

You stormed away before Yuta could respond, but by now you would have heard his curses echoing throughout the hallway, the whole damn bar would’ve heard it. But there was nothing.

Absolute silence.

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It had been two weeks since the interaction with Yuta at the bar and what you had to him still resonated with you, wanting so badly to apologize. But each time you saw him at the office he paid you little to no attention, going on about his day peacefully and you didn’t want to interrupt that.

Jeno thankfully understood the situation and was more than willing to be the rebound guy, his only rule being that besides work related matters you needed to cut off communication with Yuta altogether.

‘It was the only way you’d get full closure and my mind would be at peace’ Jeno had said after you gave him the rundown of everything that had happened.

Jeno and you agreed to just casually date, nothing official and nothing too serious. You guys went on movie dates, cafe dates and kept the physical aspect to a minimum. It was simple. Laidback. A very normal form of dating.

“Y/n I’m gonna need you on a photo shoot set in a few hours” Taeyong peeped his head into your cubicle and you looked up at him with a frown, “I thought we were working on that rappers record party ?”

“Yeah that rapper wants you, Yangyang and Yuta to tag up the wall for a video segment of his photo shoot” Taeyong replied with a shrug and left you bewildered.

Yuta. From all the damn people he could’ve chosen you had to work beside the person who practically called trash in your last meeting.

Great.

You wrapped up the last of your work and headed downstairs to the parking lot where an Uber was waiting for you. Thankfully Yangyang could talk anyone’s head off because just sitting next to Yuta during the car ride felt tense. Normally he’d be pushing you into Yangyang or commenting on how his tattoos were better than yours. But all he did was look out of the window watching as the buildings moved past, keeping his airpods in to avoid any type of communication with anyone.

“You guys are finally here! Good Mark Lee is waiting for you at the shoot location” a woman dressed in all black led you into what looked like a gymnasium turned into a giant canvas.

“Are we going to paint all of this ? Man this is going to take forever” Yangyang gasped as the three of you walked through cans of paint, staff members and models.

“You guys are the designers from black space who did that painting over at Jynx Club ?” A young guy approached who you quickly realized was the new hot rapper around town, Mark Lee.

“Uh yeah, that’s us” you chuckled shyly and looked around, “are we really doing up the entire room ?”

“Oh hell nah just the backdrop behind me” Mark waved his hand, “we just laid everything out for a few cgi effects but you guys, do ya thing over there!” You watched the hyped boy get called over by the director leaving the three of you faced with a gigantic piece of white board and no idea.

“Since you guys are uncultured and probably don’t listen to Mark Lee, let me be in charge of this piece” Yangyang pulled out his iPad and began scrolling through some of his sketches. “Be my guest” Yuta shrugged, completely disinterested in the topic and most likely just wanted to get done and go home.

Yangyang finally settled on something that utilized all three of your styles and you all put on your white overalls, immediately getting to work.

The vibe of the whole job was quite chilled and because of the fumes most of the staff had left the gymnasium leaving the three of you to work in peace. “God I need to pee so bad,” Yangyang groaned as he dangled from a ladder, an aerosol can in hand and a nearly completed section in his corner.

“Dude take a break we’re way behind you anyway” you walked over to steady the ladder as Yangyang finally made his way down. “Thanks guys, be back in 20” he shot you a thumbs up and disappeared into the tunnel leading to the gym lockers.

The tension returned but it was somehow worse than ever before. Even though Yuta was minding his own business for the first time while retrieving a paintbrush he looked at you. There was no unsettling glare or the feeling that he was pissed off at you, he just looked at you like he’d look at anyone else.

And somehow that felt even worse.

“Yuta…do you mind if we talk for a bit” you cleared your throat and he looked over at you and removed one of his airpods signaling to you that he was listening.

“Okay Uhm well I want to apologize for what I said that night” you bit down on your lip, “I didn’t mean it, and it was selfish of me to even think of you like that after coming onto you in the first place.”

Yuta blinked and eventually just nodded, “apology accepted, and I can see that you like Jeno so I’m trying to stay out of the way” he shrugged and continued painting as if this conversation wasn’t that deep to begin with.

“Are you not going to get me back? Are you sure you’re Yuta ?” You raised a brow and Yuta’s manic laugh echoed throughout the gymnasium, “you want me to be mean to you ? Wow y/n that’s truly some kink you got there”

“Ugh you know what I mean” you shoved him playfully, unaware that the brush you were wearing was still wet and now Yuta’s jaw adorned a light shade of orange.

“Oh shit I’m sorry” you quickly said but Yuta had already responded by swiping his red painted fingertips across your cheek and smirked, “now we’re even.”

“Hey mine is way worse than yours!” You grumbled and flicked more paint at Yuta which then enabled a paint war between the two of you. Yuta giggled so much that for a second you forgot how silent he actually had been the past two weeks. He was back to his usual self and so were you, playfully making a mess with him until Yangyang emerged from the tunnel and yelled, “What are you morons doing ?!”

You and Yuta stood still in the middle of the room both covered head to toe in paint but the scene was way too comical to hold in your laughter any longer.

“Yangyang we’re so sorry but look, it gave the canvas a little more color” you gestured to it and you weren’t lying, it actually did look a lot better than before.

“Fine you two can go on break, I'll finish up so we’re not sitting around until midnight” Yangyang huffed and returned to his masterpiece. “Is there a place to clean up here ?” Yuta asked and the woman from earlier on walked in and pointed to the tunnel located in the back of the gym, “there are bathrooms and showers back there, our crew provided fresh towels as well so go ahead” she smiled and you silently thanked her before heading to the tunnel with Yuta.

“God I have paint everywhere” you whined as you took a look at yourself in the mirror. Yuta chuckled as he began inspecting himself, looking at the peculiar fingerprints all over his face and neck. “This shit better not stain my skin” he grumbled as he picked away a piece of paint from a crevice in his ear. “Tell me about it” you responded and began removing the overalls. All you could think of was jumping into that shower stall and allowing the hot water to melt away all the grime and paint when you noticed Yuta was already down to his boxers.

Your gasp made Yuta snicker to himself as he walked around the bathroom looking for the ideal stall to take his shower in.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before” you heard him say before hopping into one of the stalls and drawing the curtain. Despite his words being correct it still made your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You guys were comfortable like this before, not now, not with Jeno in your life.

You shook your head and entered a stall opposite Yuta and a few rows down, just so you weren’t close to him but not far enough that made you feel alone.

“Fuck how is their paint on my ass ? That’s impossible!” Yuta groaned and you couldn’t help but laugh, “TMI, Yuta” you replied and Yuta scoffed, “says the person who’s responsible for this.” The banter ended and again all you heard was the sound of both showers hitting your bodies simultaneously, the air filled with steam and more unusual tension.

“Y/n ?”

“Yeah?”

Yuta was silent for a while and then you heard his water turn off. “Do you uhm mind checking if I got all the paint off my back ? I’ll uhm put my boxers on” he mumbled and you felt your heartbeat speed up.

First of all the Yuta you knew would’ve just walked over butt ass naked and pulled your curtain aside not caring at all. The way he acted now was out of character, but somewhat familiar.

“Yuta I’m still in the shower and naked” you chewed on the inside of your cheek while you waited in silence.

“I’ll close my eyes, I just don’t want this shit to dry up when we get back to work later” he replied and you heard his light footsteps coming toward you. Quickly moving your hair back and holding the curtain against your body, you slowly peeled back the material to reveal Yuta with his back facing you and with his eyes closed, like he said.

You peered down at his golden skin, taking in his broad shoulders and tiny waist as you inspected for any more signs of acrylic paint.

“Uhm yeah you have a little on your shoulder blade and lower back”

“Do…you mind…”

You bit down on your lip knowing this was already crossing the line. But you had just made up and it was your fault that he had paint on his back in the first place. It was innocent. That’s what you had to keep telling yourself while staring at one of the sexiest people you had ever met.

You began rubbing away pieces of the paint, ignoring Yuta’s whines when you used too much pressure. Your hands traced down to his lower back, settling in the dip as you tried to remove a very stubborn piece of paint.

“Ugh this one is not coming off” you scratched at it and to your surprise Yuta had let out a moan instead of the usual wincing.

“I don’t mean to kink shame but-“

Yuta spun around and glared at you, challenging you to finish your sentence but you were more concerned at the fact that the only thing protecting your nude body from Yuta right now was a thin piece of fabric.

“Yuta!” You scolded and he rolled his eyes, “oh please y/n I’ve seen it all, now can you please help me with the paint ?”

You watched wide eyed as Yuta stepped into the shower going back on his word to close his eyes and face the wall. You couldn’t believe what was happening right now but the quicker you removed the paint the quicker he’d be out of here.

“Aren’t your boxers…going to get wet ?” You watched him step closer to water already allowing his hair to soak up the warm stream. “Well you’re not gonna let me take them off with you in here and I’ll probably just go commando when we get back to the office” Yuta shrugged and you should’ve known that was one of his options since he has done it in the past.

You sighed and let go of the curtain allowing your naked body to be free and go back to work on his paint splatter. Yuta was calm and collected throughout the process, you silently commended him on his restraint, that was until he decided to turn around and look at you.

“Y-Yuta you promised” your voice was small but you still didn’t do much to cover up your body. Yuta leaned against the cold ceramic wall as he stared at you, his stare was dark, inviting you in like that night at the bar.

“I’m not going to do anything y/n unless you want me to” he reassured you, still maintaining a distance and doing absolutely nothing to persuade you. But did you need persuasion when all he needed to do was be in the same room as you?

The two of you stared in each other’s eyes for a few minutes and you had no idea who actually made the first move but there you were in the center of the shower stall, in a random gymnasium, kissing Yuta Nakamoto.

Yuta’s bare body was pressed against yours as the two of you fought for dominance in the kiss. You placed your hands on his chest to which he responded by wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until his hardened member twitched against your stomach. There were no words, just actions. Each kiss only made you more desperate for him, not feeling this type of arousal since that night at the bar. He was the only person who could turn you on to the point that every image of Jeno was erased from your mind.

You tugged down his boxers with urgency and Yuta helped you quicken the process, quickly kicking away the piece of clothing and had you pushed up against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. Yuta pulled away from your lips with a sultry bite on your bottom lip and lined up his member with your core. He kept his eyes on you the entire time from the moment he slipped into your wetness to the harsh thrusts he was now giving to you against the coldness of the wall. You felt like you were complete, filled with the right amount of passion and ecstasy. God you hated to admit it but nobody could fuck you the way Yuta did. Absolutely no one.

Yuta slowed down his thrusts and you brought your feet back to the ground, gesturing for him to take a seat on the floor and got on top of his member once more. Yuta threw his head back as you rode him relentlessly, grabbing onto your ass as he tried to meet your rhythm. The sight of him partially under the water and his swollen lips was delicious, you couldn’t ask for a better view right now. Yuta on the hand was also enjoying having you bounce on his length, quickly realizing that the women he had bedded during his time without you were not worth it. Not a single one of them made him feel the way you did. Even the times you guys were fucking around he’d sleep with other women because he didn’t want to admit that you are his best. You will always be his best.

“G-gonna cum” you panted and Yuta quickly rubbed circles on your clit to help you reach your orgasm. He watched your body spasm and you threw your head back with a soft moan. The sight alone made him come undone straight after you, filling you up completely.

You slowly got to your feet with the help of Yuta offering his hand and managed to finally catch your breath.

What the fuck did you just do ?

“Before you say this was a mistake and you hate me, hear me out” Yuta spoke up, “I need to know something”

You bit down on your lip. “Yeah?”

“Do you like me ?”

“What ?” You quietly questioned and Yuta sighed, rubbing his temples, “do you like me y/n ? actually like me ? Or is it you just like fucking me ?”

“I don’t know Yuta you know that I’m seeing Je-“you began explaining before Yuta quickly cut you off. “Don’t say his name, listen I know you like fucking me because that’s what happened right now despite whatever feelings you have for…Jen..him.”

“So what am I supposed to do ?” You asked, still unsure of how you were even going to face Jeno back at the office after this.

“Use me,” Yuta deadpanned, “keep me as your dirty little secret and I won’t tell a soul. I just don’t want this to end. I’m fucking addicted to this, and clearly you’re in need of me just as much as I need you.”

Yuta took a step forward and cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand. “I just crave you all goddamn day and nothing is fulfilling that need until right now.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about but you couldn’t bring yourself to share how much you ached for him. Late nights when you were alone you even pleased yourself with memories of him. You were unsure if it was lust at this point or you actually missed being around him. Despite every fight and argument the two of you had, there was something always drawing you in.

“First of all I don’t hate you” you sighed and he chuckled dryly before you continued, “I don’t know if this is a good idea but I’m only agreeing because Jeno and I aren’t serious yet and if we are-“

“I’ll back off I promise” Yuta quickly added and you nodded, “he can’t know about this, nobody can.”

“You have my word” Yuta pressed his lips together and for the first time he looked absolutely serious. Something in you made you trust that he wouldn’t fuck this up, because that would mean the one thing he wanted most right now would fall through.

You just hoped that this little need the two of you had for each other wasn’t turning into an…obsession.

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“You guys are finally back” Ten stretched his arms above his head as you, Yangyang and Yuta returned back to the office after quite an eventful afternoon.

“Wanna see pics ? It turned out great!” Yangyang grinned quickly, running over to the older guys, showing off his artwork. Jeno was over at the game area with Sungchan completely invested in beating his friend in a round of Call Of Duty.

“Hey you” you sunk into the beanbag next to Jeno who shot you a quick glance before concentrating on his next move, “your hairs wet, why ?”

“Showered after the painting session” you answered diligently hoping there were no follow up questions. Thankfully he was way too invested in his video game to care much, you really weren't in the mood for an interrogation after half a day with Yuta.

Jeno asked a lot of questions when he felt insecure about something. Even though time had been short with him, it still somehow felt like a 2 year relationship. For a young guy Jeno was pretty old fashioned, he made you pick all the date places and never bothered to make the first move physically until you hinted to him that it was okay.

He was so different to what you were used to and you were afraid that if you didn’t speed things up with him this little secret with Yuta would turn into a reality.

“Hey y/n can you help me with lunch ?” Doyoung called from the makeshift kitchen area a few feet away and you silently thanked him for distracting you from your thoughts.

“Hey Doyoung” you smiled as you began opening containers from the Chinese delivery you guys frequented. “Just wanted to check in with you” Doyoung sweetly said as he grabbed a few utensils, “you and Jeno huh ? Was that part of my advice ?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “Yeah I guess so, it also helps that I’ve known him for a while now and he did actually have a thing for me in high school” Doyoung cocked his head at your words and leaned in, “and you liked him back or you’re seeing something in him now that you didn’t see before ?”

“U-uhm I think he’s hot” you chewed on your lip and Doyoung chuckled softly, “you know not everything is about looks or…hooking up, do you enjoy his time ? His interests ? His company ?”

You turned back to where Jeno was still playing his video games and you did feel a little confused as to what you guys actually did have in common. “I mean…” you began, crossing your arms across your chest, “we’ve only been seeing each other romantically for two weeks I think it’s too soon to tell.”

Doyoung combed back his hair and instead of bringing forth his insight in order to make you see things clearer he just nodded.

“You’re probably right, well I wish you guys all the best, it’s better than being with someone who doesn’t care emotionally right ?”

You slowly nodded and with that Doyoung began taking the food to the dining area leaving you with more confusing thoughts than you had before.

Lunch and the rest of the evening went on smoothly. Yuta stayed out of your way and there was absolutely no sign that the two of you we’re together that day. It was easier to fake seeing Yuta since the group knew the two of you would’ve been bickering straight after hooking up. It was the perfect illusion.

“Mark Lee’s party is at 9pm tomorrow night you guys, don’t forget” Taeyong looked around the room until he heard a confirmation from every single mouth.

“9pm ? Shit would it be okay if I only stuck around for an hour ?” Jeno sighed and looked over at Taeyong, “my brothers in town and I promised I'd get him from the airport at 10:30.”

“Well you’d have to show one of the guys here how to turn the installation on” Doyoung’s worried look matched Taeyong.

“I’ll be there to turn it on I’ll just need to leave straight after” Jeno assured them and squeezed your hand under the table, “it’s all really sudden but you’ll be okay right ?”

“I’ll be fine, I’m probably going to head home after the music video airing anyway” you smiled at him and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead earning a whistle from Lucas.

Yuta awkwardly shuffled at the sudden PDA and he hoped no one at the table noticed but it caught the attention of none other than Johnny Suh who narrowed his eyes at his coffee run mate.

The evening had wrapped up and everyone had already headed home except for Yuta and Johnny who were adamant on finishing a photography project for a band they were working with.

“Trouble in paradise ?” Johnny hummed as he edited an image on his laptop. Yuta, who was busy sorting out the Polaroids, turned to face his large best friend with a lost expression.

“Huh?” He raised a brow to which Johnny shook his head still staring at his screen.

“I can’t believe this, after all these fucking hellish months now you realize you like her?”

Yuta leaned in on the desk. “What the heck are you on about Johnny ?”

“Y/n” Johnny sighed and your name made Yuta’s heart race a bit, hoping Johnny hadn’t found out about the shower incident. God you’d hate him forever if anyone found out.

“Listen Johnny we-“

“You like her! After all those months of fighting I knew you were secretly in love and now” Johnny threw his hands in the air, “now that Jeno has entered the arena you have ruined your chances. Way to go buddy.”

“Wait what ?! I’m not in love with y/n!” Yuta scoffed. Saying that sentence out loud felt like a lie even though he couldn’t fully convince himself. Was he in love ? Was Johnny mistaking love for just lust ?

That’s all it was and ever was right ?

You enjoyed fucking around with him and he was okay with it. That’s what he wanted too. Even if you didn’t answer his question of whether you liked him or not, it was okay. Whatever you wanted was okay as long he got to be with you.

“I’m not in love with y/n.”

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You and Jeno arrived at the party with Yangyang and Sungchan all helping carry equipment for Jeno’s installation. The piece was a pixel art board that formed Mark Lee’s latest EP cover, and once plugged in it gave it an animated effect, basically bringing the EP cover to life. You marvelled at the hard work Jeno had put in, it was just a shame that he wasn't sticking around to receive praise from everyone who attended.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here ? I know how much you hate these parties” Jeno pressed his lips together as he brought you into a tight hug. You hummed and looked up at him smiling, “Only been dragged to one of these parties a million times, another round won't hurt.” Jeno responded by pressing his lips to your forehead before joining Sungchan in setting up the installation. You always wondered why Jeno opted for your forehead instead of your lips most of the time despite already having your first real kiss. You understood he wasn't big on PDA, but the only time you ever got to kiss him was at your apartment door when a date had ended or when you sneaked in a kiss at the cinema. As much as you liked his chivalry, God at times you just wished he took initiative and bent you over your kitchen counter and had his way with you. It was kinda humorous how Jeno was the ideal type of any women out there but for you, you needed an unhinged, sex-crazed maniac to match your energy.

You needed Yu-

“It looks really good Jeno.” Your breathing hitched when you heard Yuta’s voice from behind you. You turned around but to your surprise he wasn't alone. Yuta was accompanied by a familiar face, Mei, a part-time designer from a few floors down. The way she held onto his arm made something stir inside of you. Your cheeks burned up and you dare say it for the first time you felt...jealous.

You were used to seeing Yuta with many different girls but it was always some nobody that he never bothered to introduce to the group. He always made sure none of them integrated with his work life but Mei, Mei was the first person you actually knew.

“y/n its been a while, Oh my God you look great” she said sweetly and you returned a friendly smile despite your awkwardness. Yuta gave you a quick glance not really paying you any mind as he kept a steady hand on Mei’s lower back, the two of them practically looking like a couple. It made you feel uneasy. After all he had said to you that afternoon in the shower, It seemed like he didn't mean it.

“It’s perfect Jeno you really outdid yourself” Taeyong applauded as the rest of the team finally arrived, all congratulating Jeno on his first big project under Blank Space. Jeno shyly thanked everyone and checked his watch, sighing that it was already time for him to depart.

“You're going now ?” You walked over to wrap your arms around his waist. You didn't care much before about Jeno leaving early, before Yuta decided to bring a date to the party which meant you would definitely be on your own. Jeno pouted and stroked your head, “yeah, we're still on for Sunday though right ?” and you replied with a nod before sinking into one of his very warm hugs. You had no idea why, but the need to ease your jealousy and get back at Yuta was so strong that you ended up pulling out of the hug and kissed Jeno in front of everyone. Thankfully Jeno didn't shy away and maybe the guilt of leaving you made him return the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against your body.

“Get a room you guys” Ten joked when the two of you finally pulled away, and Jeno chuckled shyly before leaning into your ear, “let’s do that more often” he cheekily smiled and pecked your lips once more before making his way to the exit. Johnny watched as Yuta still looked visibly uncomfortable, more so now than before. But Johnny also knew how damn stubborn Yuta was and watched him throw his arm around Mei, departing from the group most likely for the rest of the night.

It was late into the night and Yuta was already way too many shots down to call himself sober. Mei was talking but he was not listening. Mei was a nice girl who had made it known to him that she liked him for a while now, but unfortunately for her she was not you. All Yuta wanted was you and again he cursed himself for being so fucking hooked. He wanted to make you jealous but after he saw you kiss Jeno it just came back to him ten thousand times harder. He came to terms with his addiction now in his drunken state he was scanning the crowd for a glimpse of the only person he cared about.

You.

“Hey I'm going to leave now...do you want to come with ?” Mei nervously bit down on her lip hoping the man she's been pining for months will finally take notice of her.

“Nah im good, I’m probably going to wait until my friends leave” Yuta replied coldly, his eyes still scanning the crowd as he took another sip from his jack daniels and coca-cola concoction. Mei nodded, disappointed that her night had not gone as planned and left silently, leaving her date to finally gain his freedom.

Yuta scanned the crowd for the tenth time until he did a double take at a figure in the back corner, dancing on their own with no care in the world. Downing the rest of his drink Yuta kept his eyes focused on you despite the alcohol blurring his vision and his body feeling heavy, he had to get to you.

You were in the same state as him, most likely worse since Lucas challenged you to a drink off. You had no clue when you separated from the rest of the group so you stuck a little corner hoping to sober up before heading home. As you swayed along to the music you felt someone wrap their hands around your waist and the familiar scent of that Tom Ford perfume made you realize who it was.

“Yuta…” you groaned, pulling his hands away from your body, still remembering how awful he made you feel a few hours earlier. God were you the rebound chick now ? The thought alone was sickening.

Yuta, still blissfully unaware that you were mad at him, still pushed his body against yours until your back was pressed against the wall and you had no choice but to look up at him. You watched him move his face down in order to capture your lips, but you quickly evaded it with a turn of your head. Yuta scoffed and sufficed for your neck, giving you soft wet kisses all the way down to your collarbones until you pushed him off yet again.

“What the fuck ?” He growled in your ear, “I thought we had a deal.” You rolled your eyes at him, there was the side of Yuta you hated the most. You wondered how long it would be until he factory reseted back to an asshole.

“I thought I was first choice” you snapped at him, “all your talk about no one can satisfy you like I can, use me y/n, I only want you” you mimicked his voice and flipped him off with your finger. Yuta knew you were jealous but it was kind of ironic given the situation. You were the one in a relationship, not him. “Oh so I'm supposed to see you suck face with Jeno but I can't have any fun y/n ?” Yuta had you back against the wall, this time his hand was locked on your jaw with his lips against your ear.

“Maybe I should've fucked Mei” Yuta’s voice was dark, you felt him smirk against your ear when his words clearly affected you, “Maybe if I fucked her she would've been so good that i would forget all about you y/n.” Your eyes darted to him and he cocked his head, challenging you, waiting to see how much you could take before you caved. Normally you’d be the one getting Yuta riled up like this. It was common knowledge that Yuta was a very jealous person and just mentioning another man sexually he would lose his mind. Once you were craving his attention and casually mentioned to him that if Doyoung was interested you’d let him screw you on his office desk, and Yuta responded by fucking you senseless in the supply closet until the only name that escaped your lips was his.

But now the tables were turned and you didn't want to hear about Mei. You didn't want to picture her next to Yuta let alone in bed with him. It was selfish on your part considering Jeno, but you wanted Yuta all to yourself.

“Shut up” you narrowed your eyes at him and grabbed a fist full of his shirt and brought him closer. Yuta traced his thumb over your lips and smiled, already knowing he won this round.

“Tell me why I cant fuck her right now y/n, tell me” he coaxed, and you responded by pulling him into a sensual kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth and your hand palming his member until you heard him groan in your ear,

You pulled away from the kiss and pressed your swollen lips to his ear, “Because...you're mine.” Yuta licked his own lips at your words and grabbed at your ass,

“Show me I'm yours, baby.”

You had no idea when and how the both of you got to Yuta’s apartment in one piece but the moment he had his foot in the door, Yuta was tugging your dress over your head. “Fuck why do you always wear the most complicated things” Yuta whined which you found cute even though you would never let him know that you were well aware of his adorable side. Sighing from victory, Yuta finally got your dress off and pulled you into his familiar bedroom, which you honestly missed so fucking much.

Taking in the familiar scent of his perfume and his slightly messy room, with posters on the walls, and a rack of band shirts - it was his little heaven and you loved it.

You walked over to lie on his bed, sinking into the soft fabric of the bed sheets as a familiar rock song began playing from Yuta’s stereo. You watched him as he discarded his shirt and ripped jeans, showing off his chest tattoos and belly ring, just the sight of him was already making you wet. Yuta was none the better, groaning as his boner pushed against the fabric of his underwear as his eyes took in your body, sexily laid out for him like you used to be.

“Fuck…” his lips parted as he watched you spread your legs, waiting for him obediently. Yuta crawled up onto the bed and nestled in between your thighs, his mischievous eyes looking up at yours before he began peeling away the thin piece of fabric revealing your core.

“You're…so…wet baby” he said in a low voice and leaned in to give your heat a soft kiss. The instant contact made your body shiver, reaching down to play with his dark curls. “Yuta…please” you whined as he continued his light kisses, not giving you the pressure you desired. Yuta looked up with an innocent face and cocked his head, “Why should I do it ?” His fingers traced circles on your hips and abdomen, waiting for an answer.

“Because…you’re mine Yuta, I want you…all to myself…I want to please me, only me” you threw your head back. Not having sex for over a month was really getting to you and the frustration had you saying just about anything. Yuta watched you squirm and after hearing those words he figured it was a good enough reward for his dear fuck-buddy. Yuta kissed your core once more but this time his tongue darted out every once in a while, awarding you with a better sensation. You moaned inaudible words as he began eating you out like a pro, lapping away like his life depended on it before inserting two fingers inside you.

“Yuta wait I’m gonna-“ you grabbed onto his hair, feeling your orgasm come on way too early for your liking as his fingers moved rapidly and his tongue licked away at your clit. Yuta ignored your plea knowing this was only the first of many and honestly he was glad that he was still the only man giving you orgasms for the past couple of months.

Yuta pulled away, a devilish smirk spread across his face as he watched you cum all over his fingers and just as your vision was in focus you had the pleasure of seeing him lick his fingers clean as if he just had the most amazing meal ever,

“Mmmm tasty” he bit down on his lip and winked at you. God he was so damn cocky, and it didn’t take you long to recover from that orgasm to make room for another. You got to your knees and sat back, your face now level with Yuta’s clothed member.

Yuta groaned as you palmed him, his length already twitching against your touch. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but since the night you had called it off with him, his desire had subsided and he wondered if you were the sole reason for his high sex drive. You placed your lips against his belly ring, giving it a kiss before pulling down his boxers and allowing his member to spring free. Yuta cursed as your tongue swiped across the tip and you looked up at him with those large eyes, and Yuta knew exactly what you were waiting for. Positioning your mouth over his tip, you waited until Yuta grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you down on his length, groaning loudly as you took in all of him.

Yuta’s hips began to meet your rhythm and the grip on your hair tightened, the sudden roughness made you shiver with excitement. You and Yuta always liked it rough, since it took out your anger on each other and any type of nurturing or romance would throw off the dynamic.

Yuta threw his head back as he released, keeping you on him until you swallowed every bit. He muttered curse words as he pulled out and watched you lick your lips, swiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb and sucked it off.

“Yum” you mimicked his words from earlier with a smirk essentially driving Yuta crazy with lust. You giggled as he pushed you onto the bed and attacked you with bites and kisses, leading from your neck down to the valley of your breasts. “How long until you get hard again?” You sighed playfully but winced when Yuta’s teeth sunk into your skin, punishing you for your words.

“Cocky aren’t we ?” He moved back up to your lips and kissed you passionately. Just as you began melting into the kiss, Yuta pulled away and jumped off his bed heading to his closet.

“What are you doing ?” You groaned as you watched him sift through the mess of his closet until he finally retrieved a familiar box. “Yuta you’re literally hard right now, come on let’s just fuck already” you whined, knowing that when Yuta brought out that box it was his way of getting rid of your bratty attitude.

“If you wanna be impatient two can play at that game” he grinned and hopped onto the bed, pulling out his favorite pair of hair cuffs and with ease, cuffed you to his headboard. You watched him look through his box of toys, rubbing your thighs together excited about what his choice will be.

Yuta grabbed something out of the box and discarded the rest onto the floor, making his way back up to your body and pressed his lips against your ear, “you remember the safe word baby ?” Yuta pecked you when you nodded and you watched him insert a mini vibrator in your core and roll off the bed with the remote in his hand.

“I wasn’t even that mean to you” you grumbled, still getting used to the device inserted in you. Yuta shrugged and turned the device on, keeping it on a low setting as he watched you stir in his bed.

“I’m not punishing you for that actually, I’m punishing you for something else you did” he said calmly, pacing around the room butt ass naked. You frowned and thought back to the party when he had found you, what did you say to him ?

“I’m sorry I pushed you…away” you pouted but a moan escaped your lips when you felt the setting turn higher and you watched Yuta shake his head, “nope that’s not it.” You groaned and threw your head back, unable to even think what the hell he could be on about. Yuta would get mad at every little thing so it honestly could’ve been anything.

“Can’t I have a hint or something ?” You pleaded and Yuta raised his eyebrow and eventually sighed, giving in too easily. “It happened in the beginning at the party” he said annoyingly, and finally something in your brain clicked.

“The kiss ? You’re mad over the kiss ?” Your words fell off when you felt the vibrator go another setting higher, the new speed was decent enough to start building a second orgasm. “You don’t sound like you’re apologizing for it” Yuta scoffed and dangled the remote in front of your face, “this goes up 4 more speeds y/n.”

“Why do I need to apologize for kissing my boyfriend when-“

Another setting higher.

“Fuck wait Yuta” you breathed, it was impossible to even keep focused at the new speed and the sensation was now running throughout your entire body. “You kissed him in front of me to make me jealous didn't you?” Yuta questioned and you nodded frantically, pressing your thighs together to ease the intensity, “yes yes oh my God, I wanted to make you….jealous because you brought someone else…and..fuck” just as you felt your body finally build up a perfect orgasm the vibrator suddenly turned off and you were met with Yuta’s cocky smile.

“You like to have it all don’t you y/n” he hummed as flung the remote aside and knelt between your thighs that were shaking from the orgasm denial. “You want to fuck me, but not let me fuck anyone else, you want Jeno but you don’t want me to get mad over it” he continued as he pulled the dripping wet toy out of your core and tossed it to the floor. Yuta placed his hands on either side of you and looked down at your defeated face and smiled, “Do you want me to fuck someone else?”

You shook your head and Yuta undid one of the handcuffs. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and again asked you another question, “Do you want to fuck me ?” and you quickly nodded, earning your second hand free from the cuffs allowing them to fall to your sides. Yuta placed his hand around your throat and squeezed gently, smirking as you arched your back, thirsting for him so desperately.

“Who would fuck you better, me or Jeno ?” Yuta mused as his hand released a bit of pressure on your throat. “Y-you” your voice was small and Yuta released your throat and his hand moved down to smack your thigh.

“Say it, say who will fuck you better” he hissed.

“You Yuta, you will fuck me better than anyone…better than Jeno” Yuta grinned at your words, a little surprised that you used Jeno’s name in such a blasphemous way. He was in euphoria at this point. It was all he needed to hear after continuously seeing you and Jeno look as if you were in love with each other.

It was all wrong.

You and him loved each other.

Fuck. He loved you. He really did.

Yuta pushed his length into your core and groaned as the realization of his thoughts and his conversation with Johnny all hit him at once. The sight of you beneath him, moaning his name and your confession that you wanted him over Jeno. It was all too much.

You moaned as he thrusted into you, his hips violently hitting against yours as your nails dug into his lower back. The lewd sounds filled the room and for a second the two of you looked into each other’s eyes, both feeling something…different. Usually Yuta would be fucking you from behind, his favourite position because he loved looking at your ass but tonight especially after his sudden questioning, he took care of you differently.

You don’t know what came over you and it was yet another thing you never did during sex but you pulled him down to kiss you. Your lips moved passionately against his, desperately clinging to his body as his strokes became longer and more powerful. Yuta sighed into the kiss, palming your cheek and his movements suddenly became more gentle as if he were making love to you, not fucking you.

“Yuta…I’m close” you moaned into his ear, loving this new feeling of him on your body. Yuta hummed in response and quickened his pace, making sure to sneak in a kiss every now and then until he finally brought you to your long awaited orgasm. You watched him bite down on his lip as he thrusted into you, chasing his own orgasm until he pressed his against your ear and said the words you never thought you’d hear from him.

“I love you y/n”

Your body slightly froze as Yuta finally came and he rolled off your body, mentally cursing himself for allowing those words to escape his mouth at this moment. But it’s what he felt.

Johnny was right.

“W-what ?” You finally managed to say and turned to him. Yuta licked his lips and kept his focus on the ceiling above him.

“You heard me right” he said calmly and you felt your heart race. Where was this coming from ? He was the one who always implemented the no romance rule and he chooses now, the moment you’re seeing someone else to confess to you.

“I have to go” you murmured and jumped off the bed, starting to collect your clothes from the floor. You heard the bed creak and Yuta sat up and watched you dress up. “It’s late now y/n and you drank, stay the night and leave when the suns up” he insisted, eventually grabbing his own boxers,

“Here you can sleep in one of my shirts and you’re welcome to sleep in my bed for the night.”

“Y-you…that was one of the rules…no staying over” you were biting on your nails, everything that had happened in the last ten minutes made no sense. Yuta shoved the shirt into your hands and sighed, “Look, we don’t have to talk about what I said or what happened, just stay the night and you can go back to your perfect life with Jeno.” Yuta began making his way to his door when you grabbed onto his arm making him stop in his tracks,

“Where are you going ?” You asked him softly.

Yuta looked at you and sighed, “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

“Yuta..”

“What ?”

“Stay with me.”

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You had no idea why you had told him to stay in bed with you considering all that had happened a few minutes ago. But here you were, curled into his chest listening to his heartbeat as he lightly stroked your hair.

“How…long ?” You broke the silence and felt his heartbeat slightly race, “The realization came recently but I’ve…always liked you y/n” Yuta responded softly.

“Well you don’t have a good way of showing it” you rolled your eyes and Yuta’s soft laughter filled the room. “Well at first you actually were annoying but I did find you cute” He replied and shifted until you were on your back looking up at him,

“You put up with me and we’re not afraid to fight back. You know it’s not even about the sex, I think we’ve always enjoyed each other’s company, we just have a weird way of showing it.” You listened to his words and did a bit of reflection for yourself. You were already well aware that he occupied your mind 24/7 and did not enjoy seeing him around other girls he would eventually sleep with. But was this…love ? You weren't so sure.

“Do you ever think it’s more of an addiction rather than…love ?” You looked up at him, hoping your words did not offend his sudden confession in any way. Yuta sighed and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling deep in thought.

“What is love then ?” He murmured, clearly by the look on his face he had been pondering on this question for a while now. You joined him in laying on your back and looked up at the ceiling, “love is when the other person completes you” you began, “when you’re having a dull day and just the sight of them could turn that around. Love is wanting to protect that person all the time, it’s just love.”

Yuta turned to you, “have you ever been in love ?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so.” Yuta shrugged and returned his focus above him, “whatever you just described is how I feel, but maybe I’m just still hung up on the Jeno situation.” You felt a pang in your chest as if you just completely destroyed his spirit. You always saw Yuta as a strong confident presence, yet the person next to you seemed lost, he looked broken. But deep down you knew that whatever he was describing had floated in your head from time to time, maybe it needed to be said out loud for you to finally realize.

“Give me a week”

“Huh ?” Yuta’s eyebrows raised at you.

“Give me a week to figure all of this out and we will have this talk again” you sat up and looked back at him. Yuta propped himself up on his elbows and shook his head, “y/n, if you don’t feel the same way it’s okay I won’t come in between you and…Jeno anymore.”

“Yuta”

“Hmm?”

You pulled the boy by his shirt until you were able to lock your lips with his, slipping your tongue into his mouth and he mimicked your actions before pulling away, a confused expression spreading across his face.

“I don’t know where this is going to go and whether we’re right for each other,” you chuckled dryly, “but I will always want you Yuta, you’re not coming between Jeno and I because the one who wants… .”

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It was finally Monday and you already regretted seeing Jeno at the office since you faked a terrible hangover to get out of the Sunday date, something that wasn’t entirely a lie. You spent the whole of Sunday laying in your bed thinking about the night you spent with Yuta and all that was shared during the morning.

You thought back on your own words about what your version of love was. Protecting someone. You reminisced about the days when Yuta got sick after a night out and you were the one to take care of him despite his protests. You thought back to when the two of you were working on a project, arguing as usual and you managed to slip on a wet paint spot, causing you to sprain your ankle. Yuta was the one to help you around the office when needed, he wasn’t appointed to you nor did he have to use up his own time to help you but he did it anyway.

When you were having a dull day the person you loved would find a way to brighten it up, just the sight of them was enough. There was an occasion where a client got real mean with you in the office, and hated the project you worked almost a month on, refusing to pay you for the labor you had put in. Yuta had seen the commotion and joined you in your booth and the two of you flooded the clients company with hilarious bad reviews anonymously until you were literally tearing up from laughter. That was one of the rare days the two of you didn’t get into an argument and the moment completely slipped your mind. You had forgotten that Yuta and you actually shared fond memories of each other outside the bedroom.

You thought about every moment you got to the office and Yuta would be sticking his tongue out at you, calling you names and being a jerk as usual. But days when he had to work out of the office felt boring, empty, it wasn’t worth sitting in your cubicle without seeing him across from you.

But then after feeling the warm fuzziness of knowing Yuta felt the same way about you, your phone buzzed with Jeno’s name across the screen. Why were you doing this to him ? Why was Jeno in the crossfire when all he wanted to do was get to know you better ?

All you ever wanted was a distraction from the man you were scared to fall in love with.

“Heyyy you, you feeling okay ?” Jeno beamed when you entered the office, immediately bringing you into a tight hug and ending with a kiss on the cheek. You nodded and the sense of guilt over took your body as you looked up at his cheery smile.

“I heard you guys got so wasted at the party, damn I wish I stayed” Jeno giggled as the two of you walked hand in hand over to your cubicle. “Yeah it was…crazy” you faked a smile before settling in your seat. You looked across, a force of habit and you were greeted by a soft smile from Yuta before quietly returning to his work.

“I was thinking we should go see that new marvel movie tonight, what do you think ?” Jeno’s eyes were so bright and full of energy that everytime you looked into them it just made it harder to keep up your facade. “I’m pretty busy this week but hey Friday you can come over, I…need to talk to you anyway” you bit down on your lip and Jeno’s expression changed from excited to slightly wary, clearly noticing that something wasn’t quite right.

“Is….everything okay?” He asked in a staggered voice, and you slowly nodded and reached to squeeze his hand, “yeah let’s hang out on Friday okay ?” You smiled and Jeno pressed his lips together and nodded. You watched him exit your cubicle and all that was left in your view was the only person you wanted to see today, Yuta.

Yuta looked up and caught your stare, smiling softly as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand and winked at you. It was sweet and innocent, nothing like how he usually acted from across the room. You found yourself blushing and hid your face until you heard a beep come from your phone. Opening the messenger app you were greeted by a picture of yourself hiding your crimson cheeks with the message ‘Cute’ attached to it.

y/n: didn’t take you for a simp.

yutaa: fuck off, I have a folder like this.

You stifled your laughter when Yuta sent a screenshot with a folder just of you in your cubicle. From you flipping him off, to you glaring at him clearly pissed off at something he had said, and one of you trying your best to pay attention to whatever story Yangyang was on about.

y/n: oh my god you’re a BIG SIMP.

yutaa: maybe.

y/n: well I do have ONE of you that I don’t have the heart to delete.

yutaa: oh really ?

You sent Yuta a picture you absolutely treasured of him in your bed fast asleep hugging one of your plushies. It was one of the last nights you had with him before things got sour. Normally you’d never allow him to nap in your bed after a hookup but he looked so at peace and so adorable that you decided to bend the rules a little.

yutaa: that was a good ass nap. yutaa: simp.

y/n: maybe.

The rest of the day went on and honestly you felt as if you were on cloud nine, chatting to Yuta like he was your high school crush. Smiling every time he texted back and glancing up every now and then, waiting for him to look at you with that cheeky grin. But as reality set in and Yuta’s smile faded, you were still dating another man. Who now had his arms wrapped around your waist peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulder while Yuta looked on, not being able to do a thing about it.

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The team decided to head out for dinner the next day, and something in Jeno had switched. After Yuta had watched him cuddle you until the day was over, you barely even got the chance to talk to Yuta face to face since Jeno offered to take you home. He was being suspiciously clingy and you wondered if he suspected anything.

“You’re okay with sharing a pasta and plate of fries ?” Jeno smiled over at you, one hand rubbing your waist and the other holding up the wooden menu. You nodded and Jeno placed his order in with Johnny who was doing the rounds for everyone. Yuta sat across from you and you could feel his stare on you from time to time, and the moments it felt like he was staring, Jeno’s grip on your waist got tighter.

“Is...is something wrong ?” you leaned into Jeno as he took a sip of his water. Even though he was smiling, his jaw was clenched signaling that he was trying to suppress himself from doing or saying something. “I'm just really tired” he rubbed your back and to your surprise leaned in to capture your lips. It was innocent but your lack of effort to mind his feelings wasn't good enough for Yuta. Frankly he had no idea where you two stood at the moment, for all he knew you could be playing him right now. It probably wasn't the case though, but Yuta was not really used to his life getting a happy ending. The night drove on and the group split with you, Ten, Doyoung, Taeyong and Renjun seated at the table while the rest of the guys were hanging around the bar babysitting their drinks. Jeno was really a changed man since high school. He was so confident, well-built and a good socialite with the team. You watched him lean against the bar counter, drink in hand entertaining whatever story Lucas had for the night.

“So you and y/n huh ? Have you scored yet ?” Lucas raised his brow cheekily to which Jeno chuckled and shook his head, “Really Lucas ? were talking about my sex life now ?” Yuta was in conversation with Johnny and Sungchan but he couldn't help but overhear your name in the chat next to him.

“Yeah man, I'm sure she’s good too after locking down my boy Yuta” Lucas smirked and Yuta flinched when the boisterous man grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled him into the conversation. “Even though they hate each other I just know they had the best hook ups” Lucas laughed despite Johnny trying to make him shut up.

“Well that’s all over now” Jeno’s eyes narrowed on Yuta before looking up at Lucas, “she invited me over tonight and considering the type of pictures she sent me, i'm guessing it’s going to be one hell of a night.” Yuta’s chest felt tight not only at the possibility that you may have invited him over to finally sleep with him but mainly because of the way Jeno spoke about you. He probably only shared that information to appease Lucas but hinting at you sending him nudes was not something you would like the guys to know about.

“She’s really been trying to speed up the process between us too it's cute actually” Jeno continued as Yangyang and Lucas egged him on, “that night after that painting you guys did for Mark Lee she was practically begging me to fuck her after our movie date. God if my brother didn't give me all those errands I would've done so right on the kitchen counter.”

Yuta shot back the rest of his drink and stormed off as Lucas and Yangyang hyped up Jeno, pouring him another shot and laughing erratically in their drunken state. From where you were seated you saw Yuta storm off and watched Johnny run after him worriedly, making you slightly anxious.

“Yuta don't listen to them man '' Johnny huffed as he finally caught up to his friend a few blocks down from the restaurant. “I dont fucking care man I really dont” Yuta chuckled dryly and ran his fingers through his hair, “It doesnt matter because at the end of the day im still the worthless piece of shit and guys like him are God fucking sent.” Johnny watched Yuta’s expression change and he turned around to find you standing there, desperately looking between them for context.

“Yuta what happened ?” you asked in a small voice and the familiar sting in his chest returned, hearing you call out his name, following him out here while Jeno was still inside, it was all just confusing to him.

“I thought you giving us a week meant you felt the same way and I could finally relax knowing you were going to be with me y/n” Yuta groaned in frustration while Johnny took a step away from the heated exchange. You shook your head as you approached him, “yes I did, so what's the problem ?” Yuta scoffed and folded his arms. “What's the problem ? doesn't look like anything’s changed y/n. I have to see you act like the couple of the year after telling you how I felt about you ? That's brilliant.”

“I told you I would speak to him this week” you snapped, unbothered by the now random onlookers who were concerned at the scene taking place. “But fine honestly Yuta if you really want me to say it you have my permission to fuck some random girl until im finally free.” You rolled your eyes about to turn on your heels to leave when you felt a tug on your wrist and Yuta pulled you into a kiss. He held your face in his hands as he kissed you passionately, sighing as he slowly pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours,

“When I said I loved you I fucking meant it y/n, I only want you. But please, if youre going to invite him over or send him dirty...pictures atleast tell him not to tell the whole fucking world about it.”

You took a step back and frowned at his words, “What ? What pictures ?”

“The ones he told Lucas about, y/n honestly I don't care I was just mad that he was airing your business out like that” Yuta bit down on his lip and yet again you were deeply confused as to what he was on about.

“I...I didn't send him anything” you responded, “I didn't invite him over tonight and I definitely haven't sent him any...nudes.”

“Tell that to him then”

You turned around and noticed most of the team was now outside watching the commotion go down and right in front was Jeno, who by the look on his face had most likely seen the kiss you just shared with Yuta.

Jeno approached the both of you with an irritated groan and scoffed, “I was going to ignore the signs but God I was so right, you were still fucking him this entire time ?” You lowered your head and Yuta glared at Jeno, “If you knew all this time why didn't you just break up with her and move on ?”

Jeno rolled his eyes and took a step closer to Yuta to which Johnny quickly responded by placing a firm hand on Jeno’s shoulder making sure the boy was at safe distance from his best friend.

“I'm not like you Yuta” Jeno licked his lips, “unlike you I respect her, I understand that she was going back to you because you like to play around, you never cared about her until I showed up. You were threatened by the fact that you were no longer in control of her.”

“Nobody is in control of me first of all” you chimed in, “and second what’s this about me inviting you over and sending you nudes that apparently the whole fucking bar knows about”

“It's just banter y/n” Jeno shook his head.

“Banter ?” Yuta repeated, “didnt know talking about how you were going to fuck your girlfriend on the kitchen counter in front of her coworkers is banter.”

“What?” you walked up to Jeno, “W-where is this coming from Jeno ? you’re not like this.”

“Well how am I supposed to be y/n ?” Jeno raised his voice, “you wouldn't mind if he said that to you. You're always letting him get away with shit. Im the one sitting around here knowing my damn girlfriend is fucking around with someone else yet somehow still trying to forgive you and figure this out.”

“Why, though ?” you shrugged, “Is it because you want to prove to other people that you're the bigger person ?”

“Would you rather be with someone like him ? someone who will probably throw you aside after he’s bored, or someone like me who was always patient, always willing to put you first no matter what” Jeno reached for your hand, his eyes widening when you shrugged him off.

“Someone who I barely know that talks about me to my friends like im just some kind of whore or someone i've known for a while and not once shared anything intimate that happened between us,” you looked over at Yuta, “It was my one rule, the same rule I gave you Jeno and he was, Yuta is the only one who has abided to it.”

“y/n Im sorry,” Jeno lowered his voice, “we hurt each other and I want to fix that, just make your final decision...me or Yuta”

“Jeno….I apologize for using you, I'm sorry for leading and hurting your feelings” you began and Yuta slowly shook his head and turned around ready to hear the bad news that always seemed to follow him,

“But as crazy as it may sound to everyone here, I'm most like myself when I'm with Yuta, I love the person I am when I'm around him” Yuta turned at your words and instead of the sting he felt a sense of warmth. Hearing you say that in front of everyone who wanted the two of you apart, besides Johnny ofcourse, was absolute bliss.

“Who knows maybe it won't work and it will explode but I really want to try, that's the thing I'm most sure of, I really really want to try” you smiled as Yuta made his way over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Let's get out of here” Yuta whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek and draping his arm over your shoulder as the two of you exited the street walking away from the mess and not even giving it a second glance.

The two of you ended up at your apartment full of smiles and giggles as you slowly discarded your clothes on the way to the bedroom. Once your back touched your soft duvet covers Yuta pressed his body against yours and peppered your skin with kisses all the way up to your ear. “I want to try something different” he whispered and you nodded in response while Yuta pulled his shirt over his head and discarded his jeans. Yuta pulled you on top of his body and returned to your lips, kissing you slowly and passionately. His touches were so delicate and nurturing that every time his fingers ran down your back you felt butterflies in your stomach. You unhooked your bra shimmied out of it, still attached to the addictive taste of Yuta’s lips. He slowly rolled you onto your back and left soft kisses all the way down your neck, down the valley of your breasts until he reached your abdomen. You watched as he pulled your underwear off, looking at your body like it was the most beautiful thing he had seen. That was it. Instead of lust he looked at you with love. He looked like he wanted to take care of you, be gentle with you, savour every moment he had with you. Your breathing hitched when you quickly realized that he inserted himself inside of you and used one arm to steady himself on the bed as he lent down to meet your lips. His strokes were slow but sharp, digging his nails into your thigh from time to time, preventing himself from losing control. Wanting to feel more of him you signaled that you wanted to switch positions and Yuta licked his lips as he watched you place your knees on either side of him and sit down on his member. “F-fuck” he cursed as you began to ride him, keeping to his wishes of keeping things calm and slow. Yuta wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as the two of you kissed in between your moans, twirling your tongue with his as your hips slammed into his.

“Y-Yuta…” you moaned, feeling a tear escape your eye as the long night and the building orgasm caught up with you.

“Yes baby ?” he hummed in your ear.

“I really fucking love you” you sighed, just the words finally leaving your mouth made you sob with joy. It felt so fucking good to finally say it out loud.

Yuta responded by flipping you onto your back and chased both his and your orgasm, fucking you with his usual intensity until you came and he followed straight after, filling the room with heavy pants and both of you trying to catch your breath.

“I love you too y/n” He finally said, bringing you to his chest and pressed his lips against your forehead.

The two of you lay in your bed both napping for a bit until the first sight of dawn began filling the bedroom. You winced at the sun and hid your face in Yuta’s arms as he grinned at your actions.

“I don't want to go to work!” you grumbled.

“Fuck go to work after all the drama you caused ?” Yuta pinched your cheek playfully, earning a nudge in his side from you.

“Anyway” Yuta continued, “I got an email from Taeyong and he said if we want we can work remotely, he gave us the Okinawa project.” You sat up in bed and turned to face him, “the Okinawa project ? Its 9 months in Japan, the same project the whole damn building was trying to get” you blinked, still unsure if Yuta was just fucking with you.

“That's the one” Yuta shrugged, “anyways he said he was going to send either of us anyway since he knows we always get the job done. Oh and he actually said something really funny actually”

“What ?” you raised your brow and watched Yuta reread the text message on his phone.

“He said Doyoung was the one who suggested the two of us be the ones to go, who would've thought ?” Yuta closed the messages and tucked himself back into bed.

“Yeah” you smiled, “Who would've thought.”

THE END

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Hey could you please write something with reader's ex leaking some private pictures you two took when you were together just because he's jealous of you and tom, so when tom hears about what happened he is so upset that someone could be this low, he's not even jealous, he is just so mad that he could cry

A/N: Thank you for sending this in, I hope you enjoy! 💕

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, leaking of nudes (this is never okay, I do not condone this behaviour), talks of bad relationships, mentions of stalking (do not read if you are uncomfortable).

You and Tom had been together for just over a year and a half, it had been amazing, you absolutely adored each other and everyone could see it. There was only one negative in your relationship and that came with your ex.

He was an incredibly jealous human being, awful in every way. You broke things off with him after two years of putting up with his behaviour. You'd not been allowed to have male friends, the relationship you had with the men Tom lived with was strange for you at first, at every turn you expected Tom to get angry about how close you were getting. It never happened, Tom adored the relationship you had with the boys and it was quick to reassure you of that fact when you opened up to him about it.

Unfortunately, although he claimed he wasn't in love with you, he couldn't let you go. He was so jealous when he found out you'd moved on that he started stalking your social medias, leaving comments on your posts which led to you blocking him. Of course, this didn't work, he made new accounts in order to find out what you were doing, leaving nasty comments on posts you made to a point where you simply stopped posting as often.

He was tiring and for a while you worried he'd find you, approach you but he never did. You'd been on edge for a short time after making your relationship with Tom public due to the comments he'd leave on your posts. You wondered whether or not he'd ever get over it, let you go but he seemingly wasn't going to anytime soon. It was tiresome, truly but you'd learned to live with it, you continued to block the accounts he made, Tom personally emailing the social media companies in hopes they could put a stop to him but to no avail.

You travelled with Tom a lot, most of the time unless you had family commitments that kept you homebound. This was due to your job and the way it worked, you never needed to be in an office and you could work from anywhere in the world. Book editing meant you had freedom. It made you feel safe, knowing Tom was never far away and when he was filming you could spend time with one of the boys and it brought a huge comfort to you.

You were back in London, in Tom's shared house after a long stretch in the states, you were happy to be back home, have your home comforts. You had been in and out of sleep for the past hour, your phone buzzing like crazy which had resulted in you turning it off, not ready to face whatever it was so early in the morning. That was all well and good until Tom's phone started half an hour later.

"Tom." You lightly shook him in his sleep and he mumbled incoherently in response. "Tom?" You tried harder.

"Y/N, go back to sleep." He grumbled as he pulled you into his chest as his phone started again. You pushed against his chest and his eyes snapped open.

"Tom your phone." You stated and Tom groaned before rolling over and mindlessly fishing for the device, turning it off as well. "It might be important." You said and he rolled back over to pull you into him.

"I'll deal with it later, it's my week off, it can wait." He mumbled into your neck as he sighed out. It didn't take him long to find sleep again as he held you against his chest, his warmth wrapping around you and making you drift into your own sleep.

You're not sure how long you'd been back asleep before you heard banging on your bedroom door. Tom groaning as he squeezed your body and ignored the knocks, hoping whichever boy it was would go away.

"Tom." Harrison's voice pulled you both from your sleepy state. He sounded worried, not his usual calm and chilled out self as he banged on the door again. "You need to get up." He said frantically.

"Fuck off Harrison, I'm tired." Tom shouted back as you sat up and ran a hand over your face. Tom protesting as you sat against the headboard trying to come to. "Darling, come back." He begged, almost childishly, you were about to respond when Harrison piped up again.

"Tom, mate seriously. Get up, it's important." He tried and Tom groaned again before sitting up next to you. "Right, I'm coming in." Haz shouted before opening your bedroom door, phone in hand and face paler than usual.

"Haz what is so important that we need to get up at," Tom started as he checked his watch. "7:30 in the morning."

"You need to check your phones." He said as he threw his phone in your direction. With furrowed brows you picked it up. "I'm so sorry Y/N/N." He said and Tom was quick to grab his phone, turning it on.

"What do you mean? Haz it's early and I've not woken up yet, what's going on?" Tom asked as you scrolled Haz's phone, quiet as a mouse, face dropping. You flicked though the series of pictures that had made their way to twitter, complete and utter disbelief hitting you.

"Her ex." Harrison said as Tom's phone finished booting up, numerous missed calls from his publicist and twitter notifying him that he was trending. "Y/N/N, are you okay?" Harrison asked as he took in your figure.

"How long have these been up?" You asked, eyes not leaving his phone.

"I don't know they were posted overnight." Harrison sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Numerous pictures of yourself from a couple of years ago staring back at you. Pictures with your ex in very compromising positions mocking you as you looked at them.

You nodded slowly as you swallowed down your emotions, you lifted a shaky hand to run through your hair. The internet had practically seen you for what you were, seen things that were meant for a significant other. Pictures of yourself you'd sent to your ex before things got bad between the two of you.

"Fucking piece of shit." Tom whispered as he himself saw what Harrison had been talking about. You felt like crying, the lump in your throat felt heavy as you tried to swallow it down, tears blurring your vision as you looked at the pictures.

"Sweetheart," Tom started as he took Harrison's phone from your hand and handed it back to his friend. Harrison took it and quickly made his way from your room, he knew you were seconds away from breaking down and you needed your privacy.

"I thought he'd deleted them." You whispered to more yourself than anyone else. "I sent those at the beginning of our relationship, fucking idiot." You said to yourself and Tom pulled you into him as your tears fell, silently crying.

"You're not an idiot. This is on him, not you. I'm so sorry." Tom said as he held you. "He had no right to do that."

"Is he ever going to leave me alone?" You cried and Tom's heart shattered there and then in his chest. This man had been a tormenter for years, too long and he had been cause for your tears numerous times over your relationship.

"He is. I swear to god this is the last time." Tom promised as he held you tight against him. His phone rang yet again and he huffed out in annoyance as he lifted an arm, reaching for his phone. "Hey, I'll call you back." Tom said into the phone, you didn't hear the response. "No, this is more important, I'll talk to you later." Tom snapped before hanging up the phone and throwing it to one side.

You became a sobbing mess, the world having seen parts of yourself you never wanted them to. You wanted to disappear off the face of earth, how were you supposed to go out in public after this? How were you supposed to face the people you knew? Your mind was racing, thoughts embedding themselves as you thought more about what would happen. You only cried harder as you thought about it.

Tom comforted you through your breakdown, reassuring you that it was going to be okay. He was in complete shock, how could someone do this? He wanted to cry as he held you, his heart was broken for the woman in his arms. He listened as you eventually calmed down, breathing steadying as you pulled away from his chest and wiped your face.

"I'm gonna do something about this, I promise." Tom comforted and he watched as a defeated look spread across your face.

"What does it matter? The world has seen them now." You smiled sadly, realising there was nothing you could do. He'd taken things to a knew level, one you would never hear the end of. "It's my own fault, I never should have sent them." You bit your lip as you tried to hold back more tears.

"No baby, don't do that. Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." He said as he sat across from you, taking your hands into his own. You couldn't look him in the eye, what if he hated you for this? This was something people could use against him now, what if he was disgusted you ever sent them to him.

"Stop it." Tom said softly, he could see you reeling, see your thoughts consuming you. He always knew, he said you had this look on your face and in your eyes, he knew you like the back of his hand. "Don't, I know what you're thinking and this isn't your fault."

"Look at me," Tom encouraged as he took your chin in his hand and forced your gaze into his own. "I promise this is going to be okay." He comforted and the look in his eyes was so comforting, so safe. No judgement, nothing hiding behind them, he was heart broken for you, you could see that in the tears that were slightly welling in his eyes.

It wasn't that you were against sending pictures to your partner, you and Tom had sent your fair share to each other. But you had learned a valuable lesson, you'd deleted every picture between you and your ex because that was the right thing to do, right? But he hadn't, he'd kept them and it made you uncomfortable as to why? Why would he want to keep those pictures? Why would he release them for the world to see?

"One minute." Tom said as he got off the bed and made his way into the en suite. You heard running water and you knew he was running you a bath, the evidence in the smell of flowers filling the room as he added your favourite bubble bath. He reappeared after a while.

"Come on. I've got some calls to make so you have a bath." He said as he held his hand out for you. Your heart warmed but you sighed as you took his hand and stood up.

"This isn't your mess to clean up Tom, it's mine." You mumbled and Tom shook his head as he tugged you slightly into the bathroom.

"If it affects you, it affects me. I'm gonna do everything I can to protect you. I love you okay? This isn't your fault and I'm gonna put an end to his shit, I've had enough. I'm gonna do something about him." Tom said and you smiled sadly.

"Thank you." You said and Tom smiled as he gestured for you to get into the bath.

"I'll be back in a while. I'm gonna talk to my legal team, see what I can do. You just try and relax and I want you to promise me that you'll stay off social media today." He said and you nodded as he smiled in comfort at you, kissing your forehead as he left the bathroom and made his way downstairs, grabbing his phone and putting some sweats on as he did.

"How is she?" Harrison asked, almost as soon as Tom entered the living room. Tom sighed as he turned to his best friend.

"She's upset. Blames herself for ever sending them." He said and Haz furrowed his brows.

"This is that twats fault. I swear if I ever see him again I'm gonna punch the smug look he always has right off his fucking face." Haz said.

"You'll have to get in line. I could kill him for what he's done." Tom said, he was so upset that you'd been put through this. "I want to fucking cry for her Haz, she's devastated." Tom continued as Tuwaine made his way into the room.

"That man is a fucking dick." He ranted straight away, Harry agreeing as he made his way in. "I can't believe the shit he's pulled." He continued.

"He's was so open about it, posting them onto his personal twitter account." Harry said in disbelief.

"I'm hoping that was his biggest mistake, what I can get him for." Tom said as he scrolled his contacts, pulling up the head of his legal team.

"What's the reaction online?" Haz asked carefully and Tuwaine shook his head.

"Half and half, some people are defending her, some are mocking her, others judging. It's a mess, people wanna know how Tom feels about it, some Y/N. I don't know, I tried not to look too much." Tuwaine sighed and Haz gave a tight nod as he grabbed his phone and vigorously started to type.

Tom left the room as he held the phone to his ear, on the phone with his legal team. Disappearing to talk in private. Harrison finally finished his typing as Tuwiane and Harry's phone pinged, Harrison's tweets coming to their attention.

There are no words for what has happened to my two best friends. What this man has done is disgusting and in no way Y/N's fault, please stop circulating the pictures. They were posted without her consent and she is hurting enough without people mocking her. Leave her alone, leave Tom alone. You will hear from them when they are ready.

Harry and Tuwaine retweeting the tweets before adding their own in support of you. You were close to them all, they were like your brother's.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. This is just awful, I can't believe this has happened." Tuwaine said and watched as you appeared in the living room, you had your pyjama pants on, one of Tom's hoodies consuming your upper half as you looked sheepishly around the room.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened." Tuwaine said as he pulled you into his chest, squeezing you in comfort. "It's okay, we're gonna get you through this." He promised and your heart warmed as you hugged him back.

There was a part of you that wondered how much the boys had seen, it made you feel strange around them. What if they'd seen the pictures of your intimate parts?

"I didn't look." Tuwaine said, almost as if he could read your thoughts. "I saw enough to know when to stop scrolling, enough to know what had happened." He reassured as the boys voiced the same.

"Okay, he's gonna do some digging, see how far he can take it. See what he can get him done for." Tom said as he reappeared, you instantly leaving Tuwaine's arms for your boyfriends.

"Is it looking promising? That we can press charges of some sort against him?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, he's just said he'll see if he can take more action. He's already contacted twitter and they're trying to put a stop to the sharing of the pictures. The rest of the sites the same." Tom said as he squeezed you tightly, chin resting on top of your head.

Tom's phone rang again and he pulled it from his pocket, sighing as he watched his publicists name flash across his screen. This was the phone call he was dreading because his PR team didn't give a fuck how you looked, it was all about Tom. This wasn't about him.

"Hello?" Tom said as he answered, he couldn't ignore them forever.

"Tom! Finally!" He heard the shrill screech of her voice and he grimaced as he did. He moved you both to sit on the couch, sitting you on his lap as he cuddled you. "Have you seen the internet?"

"Yeah." Tom said, almost annoyed.

"Y/N needs to put out a statement." She said and Tom huffed, anger building in him.

"Y/N doesn't need to do anything. She will address this if and when she is ready." Tom snapped.

"Tom this will make it look bad for you if neither of you address it. Some people are speculating she's cheated." She replied and your stomach dropped as you overheard her. Tom shifted you onto the couch as he got up, placing a kiss to your lips as he disappeared again. You didn't need to hear any of this.

"I don't give a shit to be honest. She hasn't cheated, these photos where posted without her consent. This isn't about me, this is about her." Tom snapped.

"But Tom, you are Spiderman, your girlfriends nudes have been leaked, pictures of her with another man have leaked." She snapped back and Tom's anger hit breaking point.

"I don't care. I just told you that. I'm not going to force her to do a thing she doesn't want. I don't care that I am Spiderman, what happened to her is wrong and I'm gonna stand by her."

"About that." She said Tom's heart dropped.

"What?"

"We think it might be best if you distanced yourself from her. Make it look like a slight break." His publicist said and Tom's anger hit the roof at the suggestion. His publicist had never been fond of your relationship, they wanted him to date other celebrities, he'd fought them for ages on this front.

"Not happening. This is devastating for her, you really think I'm gonna abandon her? You know what? If anyone thinks negatively about me or her, that's on them because what has happened to her is wrong. How do you think that will look? I can just see the headlines. Tom Holland leaves girlfriend after nudes where leaked without her consent. What sort of a message does that send to people? Did you think about that? Or is this just you taking another opportunity to try and get me seen with someone you approve of?" Tom screamed, the house heard.

"I, I suppose I hadn't thought about that." She stumbled out quietly. Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm himself.

"I don't want to hear anything more about this. I'm going to deal with this my way. This isn't about me, this about her and sticking by her, which I am going to do. Whatever you might say. The fact that you hadn't thought about what I've just said makes clear to me that I can't trust you with this one and maybe I should be looking for someone I can." Tom snapped.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you be. We'll try and do what we can here." She said and Tom didn't even feel guilty for blowing out on his publicist, the team could be the biggest wankers he'd ever met anyway.

"Tom, you'll get in trouble." You said as he made his way back into the room. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his side as he kissed your head.

"I don't care. This isn't about me, they need to realise that." Tom spoke into your hair. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he typed away, minutes later and everyone's phone had pinged, Tom had posted to Instagram. It was a picture of the two of you, one taken over winter in by the fire.

I'm sure many of you have seen what has happened. I'm devastated someone would do this, these pictures were posted without her consent. This man kept these pictures for over two years and then posted them. I ask that you stop judging and just think for a second how this would make you feel, if it was you in this position. She trusted him enough to send those images and he broke that trust, it's so wrong.

I ask that you stop posting the pictures, they are not yours or mine to post. There is no cheating involved, this man has caused enough distress for Y/N and I will not let it continue. I want you to support her and send love, it's what she deserves. She's my best friend and my lover, I stand by her 100% on this, I will not tolerate any abuse sent her way.

Please understand that she is not ready to address this and if she never is that's okay. She doesn't have to, this isn't her fault and she has nothing to apologise for. I love her and I hope to see your continued support of her, much love Tom x

He switched his phone off as he looked at you, he wanted nothing more than to make this go away for you, he wanted to hide you from the world, keep you safe. He had to swallow his tears again, heart aching from what this man has done to you, he couldn't stop himself pulling you tighter against him as he tried to keep his tears at bay..

"It's gonna be okay, I promise. I love you." He said into your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself to straddle him. You pulled each other impossibly closer and the boys smiled at the interaction, no matter what was going on the world, the two had each other. They had each other's backs and it was heart warming to see, to know they had all the support they would ever need in each other.

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