#<- he left his headphones at home and is now overwhelmed by the sounds of the flourescent lights

[bugintheruins]

an hour left, cmon lads we can do this :D

#<- he left his headphones at home and is now overwhelmed by the sounds of the flourescent lights #my own shit #college shit

[simpjaes]

take the back-seat part two. (p.js & s.jy)

Jake isn’t sure what’s worse, the thirteen hour drive to the beach where he watched you get railed by his best friend in the backseat, or the five days he’s gonna be spending there knowing he is expected to watch—or join, whichever.

– read part one here! 

minors do not interact, otherwise― pls reblog my works

WC ― 14.3k

PARING ―  jay x afab reader x jake 

TAGS ― vacation setting, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, jealousy (both jay & jake), implications of a budding poly relationship, there’s a lot of dialogue to depict character development regarding the whole inviting jake thing. 

!!WARNINGS!! ― jay is a little touchy with jake, if you don’t like it, sounds like a you problem. 

A/N― reminder that this fic is a revamp from one i wrote over on my other blog! here is part two :D enjoy! 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― borderline infidelity (jay is into but doesn’t wanna admit it), finger fucking, neglected cock syndrome, hair pulling, jay teaches jake how to fuck his girl, jay basically moves jake like a puppet, cum stuffing, humiliation/degradation, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

What Jake feels for the remainder of that drive was unexplainable. Looking at you through the mirror with Jay next to you…it felt,for lack of a better word, different. Sure, he’s walked in on the two of you before, and watched for a little too long but, this is different. He personally saw Jay stuff you full and not only that but he saw your face as it happened. You spoke for him, to him , and he didn’t even get his ass kicked by Jay after the fact.

The feelings in his head swirl around like a forming tornado threatening to touch down and cause him to lose all sanity. Five days with you two locked in this beach house with nothing but freedom at your feet. Worse, even when the three of you go home, he’s just locked in a different space with the two of you until he gets back on his feet. Jake isn’t even sure if he wants to leave now. On one hand, he wants to start running just to get away from the overwhelming embarrassment, on the other, he thinks he might like it. He thinks the two of you might like him being around to see too. 

“Is this going to be a normal thing?” Jake remembers asking Jay inside of the bathroom at the gas station. What was Jay’s response? “ Maybe, if you keep wanting to catch us.” 

What to do, what to do, with a lust so hungry Jake feels like it’s eating him from the inside out? Catch you on purpose? Stalk your private moments with his best friend just to get another taste of that bliss just out of reach? Not even a taste actually. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Jay drags his feet as he carries your bags along with his own. He’s acting normal despite the constant groaning about how his legs hurt after certain endeavors on top of the thirteen-hour car ride. You stay close to him, attempting to snatch a few bags so that he would at least stop crying about the very deed he wanted to do during the ride. 

Jake stays behind, quietly carrying in his things and avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk so as to not scratch his new suitcase set (and so he doesn’t break his mother’s back). One headphone in, he barely hears the two of you as he opts to try and escape the madness outside of the audio in his ear. That is, until he gets inside the beach house.

“Okay so, hear me out–” Jay smiles at Jake, stepping in front of him as he tries to pass. “Listen, Jake. Just,” Jay puts his hands out in front of him, stepping both left and right to continuously block Jake’s path. 

“There’s only one bedroom.” You announce, breaking Jay’s plan of trying to convince Jake that it would be a sick idea for him to watch more . 

Jay did know. Of course he fucking knew, he’s the one who booked the place. You didn’t know, but he also knew you’d play along anyway. Given, Jay hadn’t completely planned the whole car thing so it’s kind of awkward now. Despite always wanting to be caught, watched, and envied, Jay really didn’t think past the idea of causing Jake inner turmoil with this rental.

“S’cool. I’ll take the couch.” Jake waves off, dropping his bags and looking around the space.

Your eyes drop before Jay’s do. 

“Wait, no,” Jay groans out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, you can still sleep in there with us. There’s two beds.”

Two beds. So it was intentional to put Jake in a position he couldn’t resist, huh?

“The idea was to invite you to watch. Surely you’ve caught on to everything by now, right?” Jay looks at Jake with an apologetic stare. “It’s kind of awkward now inviting you, but I thought you’d be happy to take us up on the offer, especially after our little talk…”

Jake looks to the floor with tinted red flushing over his cheeks. 

“You really couldn’t just wait to get here first before sitting him down and discussing?” You ask, scolding your boyfriend despite the fact that you played at least fifty percent into his on-the-fly plan on the ride over here.

“You looked hot and he was tired.” Jay states the obvious with a careless shrug. 

Jake is just standing there trying his best not to let his mouth fall open. Jay really wants to propose that he should just watch? Nothing else? Just fucking watch?

 Ka-ching. It’s little to grasp at, but Jake’s gonna take it. After seeing everything and hearing you, why wouldn’t he? His best friend is practically giving him the ability to watch you be pleasured. 

“Okay,” Jake stops both of you from bickering. “Let’s discuss it now then.” He adds, averting his eyes from both you and your boyfriend to avoid showing how much interest he actually has in this little vacation plan.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

After a long and drawn out discussion, rules were set into place. Rule number one, Jake cannot touch you under any circumstance. You were quick to side eye your boyfriend’s best friend during that moment, noting the disappointed look that washed across his face. Rule number two, Jake can request things he wants to see, but if either you or Jay are uncomfortable with it, the request can be ignored. Rule number three, you can talk to Jake while it happens and he can talk back, but Jay will more than likely use every opportunity he finds to humiliate him for it. 

Jake doesn’t falter at any of the rules except for the first one, mostly because it’s going to be hard to not want to touch you. He assumes that’s part of the fun for Jay though. He feels embarrassed accepting the terms, awkward as he places his bags in the shared room the three of you will be sleeping in, and restless at the way reality hits him. You, his best friend’s girlfriend, want him to see. 

You want him to get off to you. 

He feels a bit shameful about it. After all, Jay has been his best friend for fucking years at this point and he’s a little unnerved that none of this is making him feel as weird as it should be. Should Jake really be excited about watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend? Probably not, but he is, and he just assumes this is another ‘ weird’ thing he likes added to his list. 

“Hey–” Jay nods his head towards Jake as you walk out of the room for a shower. You did your best to clean up at the gas station too but, to be fair, the bathroom was just as dirty and cum-covered as you were, probably.  

“Yeah?” Jake looks over at him, unzipping his suitcase and pulling out a change of clothes. Mostly so he can hop in the shower after you’re done. 

“You sure you’re cool with this? I know I kind of did a lot of this intentionally, but really, if you’re uncomfortable I’d rather you just tell us–”

“No!” Jake argues at an embarrassingly desperate pitch. “I mean, no.” He clears his throat as he corrects himself, and then does his best to avoid eye contact by focusing solely on digging for his toiletries. 

“That’s what I thought,” Jay smiles knowingly at him, internally writing a list of things he can do to torture Jake, a list specifically made to cause envy and probably resentment. 

“So, like,” Jake swallows, still unsure of his footing in this situation. “When will it happen again?” 

Jay actually laughs at him this time. 

“Oh, you thought–” He shakes his head and goes to take off his shirt. “No, no. Jake. You’re still gonna have to catch us to watch.” He explains, throwing his shirt on the presumed “cuck chair” in the room.

“Wait, what?” Jake is confused. They want him to watch, but they’re still going to make him go through the embarrassment of catching them? 

“That’s the fun part of it for me,” Jay tries to clear it up. “I like the surprise of someone seeing. I like the reactions. It’s exciting,” He continues, now stopping to really look at Jake. “Looks like you enjoy watching, so–”

Jake nods slightly, tilting his head with a furrowed brow.  “For the record, I’ve never been into this kind of thing. You kind of made it hard not to see things.” 

“I know.” Jay laughs. “Gotta get creative on weeknights when there's no parties going on.”

“You do it at parties? Like just right there in public ?”

Jay nods with a smug smile. 

“A lot of people don’t even notice, but the ones that do–” Jay’s eyes nearly light up. “They always watch. They don’t even pretend to look away.” 

Jake feels a little bit flushed at the idea of attending a party with the two of you. He couldn’t imagine being put in a situation where he, along with several others, get to watch you orgasm. 

“She likes that?” Jake asks, a little shocked.

“I mean, she gets really into it but I can admit that she seems to like when you watch a lot more.” Jay glares for a second. “Which again, kind of pisses me off.”

Jake waves him off, trying to act nonchalant about it. 

“I hope you know that this is more of a trial run, Jake. If she gets bored of you, she probably won’t be as into it later.”

Okay, ouch. Fair, though. Jake would never stick around if it’s not something you want. He can already sense that Jay didn’t want it this way either. Maybe Jake watching was exciting, but he does sense a bit of tenseness in the air each time Jay brings up how you lusted over him so blatantly in the car. 

“And if she doesn’t get bored?” Jake counters and Jay kind of takes internal offense to it. Passive aggressively chuckling towards him. 

“Oh, she will.” Jay says as a way to assure himself rather than answering Jake. “I’m the only person she doesn’t get bored of.” 

  Jake, for some reason, takes that as a challenge. He might be the one getting the short end of the stick here, but the only reason he’s getting a stick at all is because of you. Regardless of if Jay wanted him to watch, surely he never wanted you to like it as much as you do. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Well, competition is one way to put it. Jay resents himself forever even trying to get Jake all flustered. He did it because he wanted to be watched, but he also wanted Jake to be fucking jealous. How the hell is he supposed to be jealous when you, his own girlfriend, got entirely too wet for another man while he was buried in you?

Playing it as cool as he can, Jay is still excited, just a little less now that he knows he’s going to have to fight for your attention. Those set rules? Between you and Jay, neither of you had to actually follow those rules. Jake can do what he wants at your discretion, but it’s not like Jay is gonna just tell him that. He was shocked that you pressed to let Jake join just one time. His whole fantasy is about being watched during a private act, not inviting someone to actively play a part in it. Nevertheless, he granted you a small nod when you suggested it, sternly letting out a small “ just this once. ”

Sure, he’s the one who fucked you in the car and he’s the one who told you to talk to Jake but, it’s not like he expected the outcome that came from it. It was a moment of lust where he thought it would be hot to see you unable to speak because you’re being fucked– but no. You were speaking to Jake and riding him harder because of whatever the fuck was going on up in that front seat. 

Naturally, your boyfriend has that mischievous little glint in his eye when you return from the shower and Jake opts to steal the bathroom before he can. 

“You are aware that you’re getting more out of this than I am, right?” Jay laughs, pulling you from your stance and flopping you down onto the bed. “I just wanted him to be jealous, you’re ruining my fantasy.”

You smile at him with the same mischievous little glint. 

“And you’re an amazing boyfriend for letting me try something new,” You praise, kissing the tip of his nose when he crawls on top of you. “I’m sorry that it’s hot knowing two guys want me this badly.”

Jay sighs, dropping his face to your neck to smell the soap against your skin. Of course, you’d be into that. His thing is people being jealous of what he gets and your thing just has to be the idea of being wanted. It fits a little too well. 

“Bet you weren’t even planning to put anything on for bed tonight, were you?” He laughs with a groan, cursing how willing he is to let you have whatever you want despite not wanting to give Jake what he wants. 

“Bingo,” You smile evilly, pulling away from Jay so you can see his face. “Plus, it’s hot seeing you get all possessive. That’s new, even for you.”

Jay once again sighs with a groan. 

“Promise you won’t like, up and leave me for my best friend?”

Realizing there’s a bit of truth behind his concerns, you stiffen a bit.

“You know I wouldn’t do that. Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he can pleasure me better, or treat me better.” 

Finally, a genuine smile breaks across his face and it makes you feel warm. 

“Do you wanna play a little tonight?” He offers, wiggling on top of you with a newfound desire over the fact that you always know how to silence even the slightest of insecurity he feels. 

 “After everything from the ride over? I’m tired, Jay, really.” You admit with a pout. 

“I’m not tired yet. Just let me do the work, you can just rest–” He tries to convince you and it works, much like it always does. 

Jay is doing this specifically for you. It’s not like he always needs to be seen when the two of you are intimate. It’s nice sometimes seeing you act real for him. Seeing your underwhelming and soft reactions to whatever he’s doing because you both know that you’re not putting on a show. He can admit to loving the way you still moan for him despite knowing nobody but him can hear it. 

Even knowing Jake will be in the bed next to yours at any moment, you think Jay can get away with whatever he wants to do privately . And for the most part, he does. At least, at first he does. 

Lying on your back with a leg thrown over Jay’s lower half as his fingers trace lazy circles against your bare skin, you knew his fingers were going lower and lower, but it’s relaxing even as your eyes fight to stay open. 

When Jake comes back into the room, hair still dripping a bit at his failure to dry it properly, you don’t move or react outside of a sleepy glance at him. 

“Hey, you ready to hit the sack?” Jay calls out, fingers moving lower on your stomach and landing just above where your panties would sit if you were wearing any under this robe. 

“Yeah. Water ran cold though, might wanna wait a little bit before you shower, Sorry.” Jake admits with shame, not making eye contact with either of you as he flops himself onto his bed. He’s wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, which is something you’ve seen him wear time and time again at home, but man, why does it look so hot now?

Jay laughs, kind of like an ‘of course there's no hot water for me’ laugh, but he doesn’t mind, if anything, he’s having fun lulling you to sleep with a gentle finger fuck session behind Jake’s back.

The room goes silent save for the television that Jay flips to some random reality show. You’re still focused on his fingers, more gentle than he normally would be. Still, it’s probably just because, for once, he doesn’t want Jake to know what’s happening. 

When your boyfriend’s fingers finally make their way to your clit, it’s not shocking that you’re already wet. Your breathing is still even, and it feels good to be touched right now. You turn your head only slightly to look at Jake. He’s so endearing to look at. Never once have you seen him preparing himself for sleep. For some reason, it feels intimate seeing his bedtime rituals. 

With one hand scratching against his hair, he’s on his side and practically hugging his pillow against his head as he fixes his eyes on the television. You can see how heavy his eyes are. He was already tired when he first started his shift of driving, and the back seat didn’t offer much in terms of a nap. You imagine if he knew what Jay was doing, he wouldn’t have the energy to participate anyway. 

You, though, are feeling a little bit more awake since your clit is being beautifully stimulated by your boyfriend. Jake’s supposed to be watching you with this little deal, but there were no rules that you couldn’t watch him and fantasize, right?

Jay is a little shocked when you hold his hand in place and turn to face Jake. You close your eyes at first, mostly so it still looks like you’re about to sleep, but you press Jay’s fingers a bit lower, urging him to penetrate you with them. 

He, like the amazing boyfriend he is, follows suit with a curious stare at the back of your head. Then, he turns on his side behind you and spoons you, adjusting his position so that he can swoop his hand under your ass and between your legs in order to do just as you ask of him.

Jay knows what you’re doing, but opts not to say anything despite really wanting to. He assumes Jake is blissfully unaware, somehow, so saying something would turn this whole situation into something more than any of you actually feel like doing tonight.

This goes smoothly for a few minutes, with his fingers gently and silently plunging in and out of you. Honestly, Jay is too good with his fingers and he’s being too quiet compared to normal, again, because of Jake. You know you shouldn’t be including him right now, but you are, even if secretly. 

A breath falls from your lips when Jay rubs his fingers against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending a wave of warmth down your body and dripping out against his fingers. 

“Feels good?” He whispers against your ear, noting the way your breathing is a bit more audible. “Don’t forget that I’m the one touching you, baby.”  He adds in an even quieter whisper. 

You let out a small groan in response, very small. Just loud enough for Jake to fix his eyes on you to find you blatantly staring back at him.

You smile at him and press your ass back against Jay just a little bit, and he’s quick to move his fingers quicker inside of you.

Jake just looks at you, processing that it’s already happening again. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The summer air is salty but all too grounding for Jake as he sits on his towel and watches the way you and Jay appear to be as comfortable as ever wrestling on the shore of the sea. Even after last night, part of him wonders what actually happened but he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to ask. Not only did you look at him as you hit your climax, but Jake was made aware that he needed to be silent in watching you due to your finger coming up to your mouth in a shushing action.

His eyes darted to Jay when you did that but he appeared to be a great actor as he watched the tv with his head tucked between your shoulder and neck, fingers plunging in and out of you casually. Even when Jake gently fucked his own fist, staring directly back at you, he realized that this shared moment with you was something Jay wasn’t aware of. It blurs the lines a bit of what is okay and what isn’t, but the rule is that Jake can watch if he catches the act. He guesses you’re the one breaking rules.

Even now, as he processes this newfound sexual adventure in his head, he’s fond of the relationship Jay has with you. Incredibly jealous, of course, but also just– Jake wants what Jay has.He wouldn’t share you, he wouldn’t want people to see him pleasure you, and he certainly wouldn’t want Jay’s cock to make an appearance at any point during his relationship with you, but you’re not his. 

Still, the two of you seem to enjoy this kind of thing, and the fact that Jake appears to be the chosen third to take part makes him feel warm. Despite his jealousy, he respects the relationship you have with his best friend for the most part. There’s still that selfishness inside him though, the thought of being able to be between your legs rather than just a person to look at across the room? It drives him insane. Jay gets to flaunt you, make you feel good, and make you moan but, Jake is very aware that he got all of your attention the night before, even if it wasn’t his own fingers doing it to you. He got your attention in the car too, to the point of Jay showing his own jealousy. 

Again, there’s a thin line between what he’s allowed to do and infidelity. If you ask him to do anything though, he’s going to do it. He’s going to be what you want or need at any given moment simply because he’s a single man forced to live with his extremely sexually adventurous friends, and you happen to be incredibly fucking arousing to him. Jay kind of did it to himself. Never would Jake have fantasized about you like this if it weren’t for the fact that Jay desperately wants people to see his cock inside of you.

“Hey!” You shout from the shore, pulling Jake out of his thoughts. 

He waves back to you and then glances at Jay who has a huge smile on his face. Jake watches as you struggle to leave the water, the weight of the waves pushing and pulling you as you look at him. He stands to his feet, kicking off some of the sand on his legs, and makes his way towards you as well, meeting you in the middle. 

“I’m gonna have a snack, go waterboard my boyfriend.” You joke when you stop in front of him. 

“There’s chips in my bag if you want any.” Jake waves you off, realizing how normal the communication is between the two of you. In the silence, the communication is somehow more intimate.

When Jake makes his way down to the water, straight up to his best friend, for some reason he still feels like he’s walking on eggshells with all of this. Not with you though, because you clearly know what you want. Jay, on the other hand, shows that he’s annoyed over his plan becoming more of a pleasure for everyone but him.

“You’re not hungry?” Jake asks, dipping himself lower into the water and shivering at the ocean breeze. 

“Nah, we’re finally here. I’m staying in the water ‘til I’m forced to leave.” 

“Ah, good plan.” Jake confirms, allowing himself to float back a bit with the waves.

“Are we okay?” Jay suddenly asks, standing to his feet and looking down at him. “You really are allowed to decline this offer. I'm even a little nervous about it now.”

Jake squints his eyes open towards Jay, the sun blinding him more than his best friend’s smile usually would.

“It’s a little weird but I like trying new things. I’m not trying to disrespect you by accepting.”

Jay sighs in relief. 

“I know. If it’s gonna be anyone, I'd rather it be you.” He laughs with a sigh. “Still would rather her focus on me but I guess I kind of owe her this.” 

Jake adjusts himself back to his feet, tilting his head at Jay.

“Oh yeah?” 

“I mean, it’s not like she was into the whole being watched thing until I told her I wanted to try it.” Jay looks up into the sky, feeling the sun warm his face. “I liked it more than she did, but she came around, I never forced it or anything.” He breathes in the air and sinks lower into the water. “I think she did it to please me but she started getting really into it after a few times.” 

“She’s definitely something–” Jake starts, glancing at your figure flopping back on the sand and sinking your hand into a bag of chips. 

“Yeah, and I guess it’s my turn to let her try the things she’s curious about.” He laughs. “Even though it’s my fault and it involves my best friend. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that neither of you would do anything behind my back. ”

Damn. 

“Um, yeah.” Jake looks away for a moment. He knows he is famously awful at lying.

Jay looks at Jake knowingly. 

“Like, without me in the room at least,” He smiles, winking at Jake once before throwing a splash at him. “because I know what you guys did last night.”

Jake goes silent, wiping the salt water from his eyes and looking at Jay apologetically with burning pupils. 

“Relax, she told me while you were up there sulking. Said something about the danger of me finding out or something got her going, even though she knew that I caught on anyway.” Jay reassures, explaining away any explanation of Jake himself being the reason for it. “I get it.” He laughs this time.

“Should I like, have not watched?” Jake asks awkwardly, looking away from Jay and floating back a bit. 

“Nah, just give her what she wants. She’s gonna tell me regardless so let’s just try to have fun with this okay? If any of us are having issues, speak up.” Jay glares for a moment. “Because you know damn well I’ll put a stop to all of it if it goes too far.”

Jake nods, a small smile creeping up on his face. 

“What happens at the beach, stays at the beach.”

“God, I hope. I’m not moving you into our room at home.” Jay laughs, feeling a little better about it.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A very sexually active trip indeed. Jake could sense the tension in the air by the time all of you return to the beach house. Even through dinner, he sensed both you and Jay staring at him in very different ways. Even though talking made Jay feel better, he’s still possessive over you and you seem to like it a lot . So, he might be playing it up a bit for your sake. 

You are quite literally eye-fucking Jake, and Jay’s eyes are basically demanding him to keep his cock under lock and key. It’s weirdly erotic, and insanely confusing, but he knows Jay will speak up if shit goes too far, just like he said he would. 

By the time the three of you are piled up on the couch and putting in some shitty romance movie, it gets a little more comfortable. 

You’re leaned up against your boyfriend and Jake is leaned up against the arm of the couch at the other end. He doesn’t feel eyes on him anymore and it’s a relief. 

By the time it’s mid movie, he notes the soft snores coming from Jay. You, on the other hand, are feeling mischievous. Jay said to you specifically, away from Jake, no limits . Do what you want to him, ignore the rules, explore, have fun– but be ready to stop at the slightest mention of discomfort from either of them. You’re being given so much fucking power over both of these men. They both want you , and god does it feel fucking amazing to be wanted. 

When you shift towards Jake, gently so that Jay isn’t stirred from his slumber, Jake finds himself leaning towards you without question. Even when you slide yourself under his blanket and grab his hand, he doesn’t falter. 

His attention to the plot on the screen in front of him surely falters though. You’re doing the thing again. You’re excluding your boyfriend and Jake can’t bring himself to give a single fuck right now because you’re quite literally slipping his hand into your panties without so much as a “please?”

Immediately Jake’s fingers explore against his better judgment. He’s seen your pussy stretched out on his best friend, he’s watched you orgasm, he’s heard you moan, but never has he gotten to touch you. 

“Mhm,” You encourage gently when Jake slides his fingers down your slit, collecting the slippery arousal and sliding his fingers back up to your clit. 

  You found yourself wondering how Jake would do it, especially the past day or so. Jay knew how to please you, but you can’t help but think that the act of someone learning how to please you is just as hot. Jake appears to know exactly how to use his fingers against a woman, the thought of him alone with someone other than you only heightens your pleasure at this moment. 

Jake does this for a while, silently and gently rubbing your clit as he forces his eyes to stay on the screen. You just watch him though, and the way he parts his lips in a silent moan when you press against his fingers with the smallest show of want . 

The secretiveness of it really gets you going. Seeing Jake turn to mush in your hands, doing anything you could ask him to do, right there while your boyfriend is sleeping next to you? God, what a fucking simp. You love it. You love the fact that his fingers are slightly softer compared to Jay’s, and the way he avoids sticking them in you even if you insist by lifting your hips slightly.

You lean towards Jake more this time, moving one leg over his lap and opening yourself up for more. 

“You should fuck me.” You whisper into his ear with a voice far too sweet for the words. “He won’t mind.” You add at his silence, feeling his fingers halt as he processes the words. 

“I can’t do that–” Jake whispers back, sliding his fingers down again and noting how much wetter you’ve gotten. 

“Want me to ask him?” You joke, grabbing his hand and holding his fingers right against your entrance. 

Jake shakes his head, feeling nervous as hell as his fingers rest in the one spot he definitely would love to fuck. 

“You’re no fun.” You sigh in disappointment, releasing his hand.

That makes Jake panic a little bit, the words of Jay mentioning that you will get bored with him eventually. It drives him to just—

“Brave boy,” You coo out at the feeling of Jake slipping his fingers inside of you through a panicked motion, sliding them in until you can feel his knuckles against your folds. You knew he would give you what you want.“Your fingers are long. Do you know how to use them, Jakey?”

Jake is fucking floored by the idea that his fingers are inside of you, you’re talking to him like this, and Jay is missing out on all of it.

Except he’s not. To Jake’s knowledge, Jay is in dream land. You, on the other hand? You’re very aware that Jay is terrible at pretending to sleep. Not only is he putting on this show for you, but he’s actually helping you. 

Kind of a shock, because you really did think he was asleep at one point. He blew his cover with a small smirk towards you, peeking an eye open at your shock of him resting a hand on your other leg and spreading it more in your attempt to get Jake to finger-fuck you. Jay wasn’t going to help out, but the moment he heard Jake reject you, he figured that his best friend can definitely be trusted in this situation. 

One of Jay’s favorite things about you is how dirty you can be, but never once has he seen you be more dominant over another person. Certainly not him. He finds it incredibly sexy in the way you both mock and talk down towards Jake even though he’s making you feel good. You don’t do that to Jay, you only moan for him. So yeah, maybe, going against his gut in this situation and allowing Jake to actually touch you is a bit hotter than he wants it to be. 

The best part? Jake doesn’t know your cues when you’re nearing orgasm, but Jay does and he uses that to his advantage. Spreading your leg out further so Jake can do whatever it is he’s doing with his fingers better. 

Jay softens at the fact that he would have already brought you to orgasm by now. Your soft mews sound more like you’re trying to fluster Jake rather than a reaction to pleasure, and it’s fun. It’s boosting his ego so high that he actually wonders how long it’ll take Jake to get you there. 

You feel just as boosted as Jay does right now. With his false sleep as he attempts to help you through this, Jake is half-focused on finger fucking you out of fear that he will be caught. It’s all well and good, but you want to cum. 

“Jake,” You whisper loudly, forgetting that you’re supposed to be pretending this is a secret. 

When Jake tries to pull his fingers out of you at the loud whisper, ultimately so he could pretend he was just watching the movie and absolutely not burying his fingers into his best friend’s girl, you hold his hand in place. Preventing his fingers from leaving you and you look at him. 

“Don’t stop.” You lean into him and whisper in a lower tone, rolling your hips forward against his fingers as you hold them there harshly. “You can make me cum this way, right? I promise I’ll be quiet, just pretend Jay’s not here.”

Jake looks at you, darting his eyes to the sleeping Jay next to you, and then he slowly nods with a nervous swallow. 

He wants to fuck you so bad, but this is all he gets. Still, it’s more than he anticipated and he will be damned if he embarrasses himself by not getting you off like this. Gently, Jake keeps his eyes on Jay as he moves slightly over you, getting a better angle with his wrist so that he can quite literally, fuck you senseless with his fingers. 

With one hand on the couch over your shoulder, the other between your legs, you watch him as his eyes continuously dart between you and your boyfriend. Jake can’t watch the screen anymore considering he’s now faced away from it, he has to watch you. If this truly was a high-stakes session of pleasure, surely the two of you would be caught like this. 

Thankfully, Jake doesn’t notice the very aware hand of Jay gripping your leg open, which makes it more sexy. To see him put your pleasure over his friendship with your boyfriend so willingly, to position himself in such a way that is far more telling than it needs to be, yeah, he’s a fucking simp. 

“Oh, fuck–” You choke out, feeling Jake’s newly angled fingers plunge deeper into you. His knuckle bumps against your clit easily when he does this and it has your entire body jolting a bit. 

Jake swallows that praise, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in at a quicker pace. The sound of your pussy is not quite as loud as the movie on the screen, but all three of you can hear it. Even Jay has to hold back a small moan at how genuine you sounded just now. His grip on your leg becomes almost bruising as his own arousal stirs past a comfortable level. 

Jake’s eyes aren’t shifting anymore, you notice. As you stare up at him, he stares right back at you. Seemingly forgetting that he’s supposed to be hyper-aware of his surroundings right now. Instead, Jake is noting the way your body slightly shifts up when he harshly pushes his fingers in, to the point he could nearly imagine he’s fucking you.

 Except if he were, he would hope to have you moaning more, moving more, fucking yourself on him, using him. 

You can practically see Jake lose himself to lust. His eyes are dark, and his messy is hair falling against his lashes as if he were the one being fucked out right now. Internally, you feel such a large amount of endearment over him. 

You think back to when he fucked his fist in the car. He was showing an extreme amount of intent during that moment and it had your head fucking spinning watching him do it. You can imagine he must be hard right now. Jay must be hard too. If you wanted to, you could expose Jay for being awake and ask them both to fuck you right now, but you relent. Relishing in this power of having them both, one more unaware than the other. It’s too sweet to put an end to so quickly. 

As you look back up at Jake, you want to kiss him. Jay never said anything about that but you assume that could actually be crossing a line, so you don’t. Against your own wishes of wanting to keep this a secret, you lean yourself to Jay who still tries to pretend he’s asleep. 

Jake watches and panics, but can already feel you grabbing his hand and forcing him to keep pace. The fear that runs through his bones of being caught is fucking intense right now, especially when you lean your head into Jay’s neck and start sucking it.

You can feel Jake try to pry his hand back and you chuckle at it with an unstoppable smile against your boyfriend’s neck because, well, now Jay moves his hand to replace yours. Now he’s the one forcing Jake to keep pace.

Jake’s eyes widened at the realization, relaxing his hand against the unfamiliar grip on it.

“Wait–” He says in a raspy voice, looking between the two of you as Jay peeps an eyes open. “How long have you been awake?”

Jay drops the act with a motion of slamming Jake’s fingers into you one last time before removing his grip and now grabbing yours to place against his embarrassingly hard length. 

“The whole time.” Jay glares at him. “Too late to stop now, go on.” He encourages, wincing at the way you instantly grip him through his pants. “Do as she asked, make her cum.”

Jake feels embarrassed again. Despite technically not actually being “ caught” , he still feels ashamed of what he was doing, yet, his fingers are still in you. 

“Let me see if you can do it,” Jay continues, adjusting his body so that he can look down at what Jake is doing. “Move the blanket, baby.” He adds as he looks at you now. 

Shoving the blanket down, Jake notes how your hand is palming against Jay, and his fingers are inside of you. For some reason, Jay being hard makes him feel a little less ashamed but still embarrassed. How is he supposed to perform under pressure like this?

“Stop looking at us like that. If you’re not gonna continue, I'll finish her off myself – without you, ” Jay half-insults, half-encourages his best friend. 

Jake moves his fingers again at that, the realization of being given permission washing over him so quickly that it almost felt like an orgasm running through his body. He can do whatever he needs to do to make you come. He doesn’t have to hide it, it’s not a secret. 

Without a second thought, Jake pulls himself off the couch and stands to his feet to get between your legs. He looks between the two of you one last time and then down at your pajama shorts. For the first time without asking, Jake pulls them off of you in one swift motion before falling to his knees and examining how wet you look, pulsing around the loss of his fingers. 

“How does she look?” Jay asks with a quirk of his brow, bucking his hips up against your hand and tilting his head to kiss you on the temple. 

Jake says nothing but swallows in response, forcing himself to focus on you and pretend that Jay isn’t there studying the way he fucks his fingers back into you. 

When you let out a small whine at his silence, rolling your eyes the same time you roll your hips, Jay chuckles and reaches to pull his own pajama pants down. If you three are gonna be doing this, might as well have fun with it. 

Jake ignores it still, using his fingers to spread your lips and watch your hole continue to clench around nothing when he slips his fingers back out. Even without seeing your face at this moment, he can see how much you want this. Your glistening folds are practically begging to be fucked by one of them, if not both. He makes haste, watching as your pussy envelopes three of his fingers at once now, clenching them so tightly that he can feel them crowd together inside of you. 

You whimper at it, rolling your hips forward to sink his fingers further into you. 

“Can I lick her?” Jake asks, not moving his eyes from the way he can see your slick drip down his fingers. 

”Please?”

“Does she want you to?” Jay counters, also not moving his eyes from the way your fist circles the head of his cock before sliding back down and making him shiver.

You don’t even answer, and instead use your other hand to reach for Jake’s head, gripping his hair that’s in reach to you and dragging his face forward until you feel his breath on your clit. 

Jake takes that as an invitation, instantly flattening his tongue against your swollen bud and sliding down. You can feel his fingers spreading you open, reaching into you so deeply as you begin to feel his tongue trace around his fingers at your entrance. 

You moan, which makes Jay turn his face and lift your chin as if to shut you up from showing pleasure towards another man. You find that sexy, cute even, so you reward your boyfriend and reassure him with a harsher grip against his cock, milking him of his precum and chuckling into his mouth.

Jake doesn’t even care about what’s happening on the couch. He’s on his knees in front of you, tasting you, fingering you, and he genuinely thinks this might be heaven. He can feel his own length adjust in his pants, happy that the loose fabric accommodates the growth to full hardness. Jake already knows he’s not going to be getting off tonight by anything other than his own hand, and he does not give a shit about it. 

He licks against you as if you are the last woman on earth, honestly, and Jay can’t even bring himself to be in competition with Jake at this moment considering how much attention you’re giving to him and not Jake. This could work, surely, he’s never seen you so horny over a simple handjob before. 

  You roll your hips against Jake’s mouth repeatedly, chasing your high as he continuously tries to accommodate every spot of your pussy that needs stimulation. 

“He’s good at this–” You choke out, reaching to grab Jake’s head and hold him in place against your clit. You can feel his fingers pick up speed when you do that, and you can feel the vibrations of his groans against your clit even more.

“Oh yeah?” Jay laughs in a breath, darting his eyes to see Jake’s shoulder flexing as he fucks into you, his hair a mess between your fingers. “Better than me?” 

You shake your head, eyes sparkling up at Jay as he finally leans down to whisper to you.

“Are you close? You seem close–”

You nod this time, rolling your eyes back a bit when Jake intentionally licks circles around your clit and pumps his fingers painfully fast into you. 

“Don’t tell him,” Jay warns, fucking himself against your now loosened grip. “Do you want me to take over?”

You say nothing back but Jay can see your body tense. He makes haste, jumping up from his spot and practically shoving Jake out of the way to get between your legs. 

Jake doesn’t even know what’s happening, the loss of your warmth around his fingers and the taste of you gone all too quickly as he watches Jay bottom out into you in one go. His best friend’s fingers replace what his tongue was doing, and Jake watches the way you lay breathlessly against the couch. 

Now is his time, he guesses. Reaching one hand into his pants, he shows no shame in using his slick-coated fingers to furiously slide up and down his length at a pace he wishes he were fucking you at.

There, on his knees, Jake pushes and pulls himself to the edge in time with you. He watches your face and watches the way your hands grip against Jay as he fucks into you at a pace that looks painful. The sound of slaps in the room coming from all three of you, finally, you come undone. 

He watches the way you hold Jay’s hips in place, burying himself into you as you quiver around him, and only then does Jake let out a choked moan, coating the inside of his pants with strings of thick, milky cum. 

Just as quickly as you hit your climax, your eyes lazily fall to Jake as he sits out of breath, wet spots staining his pants as Jay continues to chase his own high. 

  The two of you look at each other for a long moment. You can’t help but feel that he looks entirely sexy when he’s spent and empty of his arousal. You don’t sense a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he looks back at you, breath uneven, not at all bothered by the fact that he’s not the one fucking you.

Except he is bothered by it. He felt like he came so close to making you cum, all for Jay to step in and take over. Still, that’s your boyfriend. Jake feels lucky enough to even be part of this. And by the time Jay finally gets himself off, all three of you just look at each other. 

“So,” Jay sighs, out of breath. “She tastes good, right?” He smiles, proud of himself for not letting Jake make you come.

You playfully slap him with a laugh, shuffling from the couch and standing to your feet. You examine the wet spot from where you were being fucked open by both of them and smile at it. 

“Let’s go shower, again.” You sigh, grabbing Jay’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

Jake is left sitting there, still on his knees, processing what just happened. 

He could get used to this.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

By the third night, Jay is geared up and ready knowing full well that Jake has already touched you and he’s going to have to share tonight if your words are anything to go by. If you’re asking him to let Jake fuck you, it’s gonna have to be his way. 

Your eyes sparkled when Jay agreed in the silent morning as Jake slept like a fucking rock in the bed across the room. 

“Don’t worry,” You assured him. “I love you, I’m just having fun.”

“ I know.” Jay responded to you, silently and looking back at you. 

He didn’t worry so much about it after last night, anyway. He got more into it than he thought he would, and the competition of it all got both you and Jay off. Jake appears to be having fun too, and staying aware of the fake-ass boundaries the two of you set for him.

“Tonight?” You look to Jay and nod as you head off for the kitchen in an attempt to make something to eat for both of them.

“Tonight, if he’s willing.”  Jay confirms, ultimately stirring Jake from his sleep. 

“Good morning, you can sleep. She’s gonna make some food since we got her off or something.” Jay says towards Jake after you disappear from the doorway, lifting his arms and stretching his body out. 

“What were you guys talking about?” Jake asks half asleep as he hears your footsteps towards the kitchen fade away. The sleep in his voice is heavy and he clears his throat as he rubs his eyes. 

 “Nothing much. She wants to play a game later.” Jay tries not to ruin the plan. 

“Oh yeah, like what?” Jake sits up, reaching for his phone to check the time. 

“Probably monopoly or some shit.”

Jake notes that Jay appears to sound bored of the conversation, so he doesn’t push or pry any longer.

“We going to the beach today?” He asks now, somehow not feeling awkward at all about last night. It almost feels normal now. 

“Yeah, probably after we eat. Wanna go help her with me if you don’t plan to go back to sleep?”

Something inside of Jake swells up at the invitation from Jay to help you do mundane things. Boyfriendly things. As if the two of them are your boyfriends, and not just Jay.

 “Gonna brush my teeth first.”

Jay nods, giving Jake a tired smile as he heads off into the kitchen after you.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Jake isn’t sure if he’s thinking too hard about it or if he’s getting his hopes up. He’s a lover, not a fighter, and very much willing to share you if the two of you offered to involve him in the relationship with more than just sex. Cooking in the kitchen with the two of you made him happy. Jay was clearly in boyfriend mode, guiding you by the waist when you were wisping from one end of the kitchen to the other. Jake was also kind of in boyfriend mode, though the two of you probably didn’t catch on. It’s not that he’s trying to intrude, it’s just that, he kind of has a hard time fucking a woman and not having feelings after the fact.

When Jake said you looked pretty, Jay didn’t falter even a tiny bit at the compliment. Instead, he smiled at Jake with a nod because of fucking course you look pretty. And when Jay gave you a light kiss to the lips as you stirred something in a bowl, Jake found himself wanting to do the same. He knows he can’t though, so he keeps to himself in this little unsure bubble of what the two of you feel towards him. 

The food was decent, save for the fact that none of you have stepped foot in a grocery store and are surviving off of what you brought in a cooler from home. Jake could tell some of the vegetables were wilted and needed to be cooked, thankfully, none of you enjoy letting food go to waste so that’s why you’re stuck eating it this morning. 

It’s comfortable. Too comfortable. Especially when Jake takes it upon himself to do the dishes despite always arguing at home about doing them. Jay finds himself in a strange kind of headspace too. Lightening up about the idea of Jake being around and touching you, but also, like, still being possessive because you're super into it. If Jake was anyone else, Jay doesn’t think this trio thing would work out as well. Still, this is a conversation for after the trip. 

  By the time the three of you are at the beach, you make a show of yourself for both of them and anyone else who happens to be looking your way. If tonight goes anything like you want it to, you need them to be absolutely feral for you by the time the sun sets. 

It works for the most part. Ghosting your hand over Jake’s cock under the water, blatantly grabbing Jay’s out in the open just to see him buckle under the arousal of it being in public. You feel on top of the universe as their eyes go from bright to dark and full of arousal as the day goes on.

When you part from both of them, heading back to the shore in order to find a bathroom somewhere, the two of them stay behind. You do your best in giving those two alone time too because surely they need to talk or something.

That, they do. 

“She’s doing all of this on purpose, you know.” Jay laughs, wading in the water beside Jake. “How are you feeling about it?”

Jake shrugs, avoiding the incoming wave and lifting his chin with a wince. “I’m feeling less weird about it now, I guess.”

  Jay nods, looking at him and studying his expression. 

“She wants to fuck you.”

Jake can’t help but smile. He has no words to respond to what Jay just said. 

“Shockingly, I kind of want to see her do it.” Jay splashes Jake as if he’s mad, but stands back as his best friend wipes his eyes. 

“Yeah?” Jake’s eyes are beaming despite the redness of the saltwater hitting them, and Jay just stares at him.

“I don’t know man, I’ve never been into this kind of thing. Sharing, and such, but like–” Jay tries to explain, searching internally for a reason as to why he should hold onto the annoyance of sharing his girlfriend. “I don’t know.”

Jake tilts his head, looking at him. 

“It’s kind of fun?”

Jake nods this time. He’s still getting the short end of the stick but he literally couldn't care less. 

“I like watching and I like when you let me touch her.” Jake admits, glancing away and breathing in through an embarrassed wince over what he just said.

For some reason, that sentence arouses Jay. “When you let me touch her.” Jake is really giving full power to Jay to control a sex life that isn’t his and it’s embarrassingly sexy to be given that power over another man. He’s not entirely interested in Jake sexually, but he is entirely interested in Jake’s sexual interest for his girlfriend. Interested in controlling it. 

“This is going a lot further than we ever intended it to.” Jay comments, sinking himself lower in the water and thinking intently on what’s going to happen after the three of you get home. “Guess we will see what happens.” 

Jake quirks an eyebrow. 

“If I asked you to fuck her, would you?” Jay continues, in his head, about why he feels like all of this is okay to him now.

Jake narrows his eyes, wondering if it’s a trap but ultimately nods. 

“I mean, yeah, if you both told me to.” 

There’s the control again. Jake blatantly gives it up just to get the smallest taste of what you share with Jay. 

“And you wouldn’t do it behind my back? Like, be real with me right now.”

Jake knows he would probably be too weak to say no to you. He thinks you know it too.

“What makes you think she would go behind your back anyway?” Jake counters, challenging Jay’s trust in you.

And then it all makes sense. You wouldn’t go behind his back for anything that’s not agreed upon. You’d tell him everything, you’d involve him, or you’d at least ask if you can fuck his best friend behind closed doors. 

It all feels like it’s falling into place too perfectly, and that’s the only uncomfortable thing about this. Jay looks at Jake and then shifts his eyes over to the shore, where you’ve come back from your adventure to the bathroom. 

“Nah, you’re right.” Jay assures himself, standing back up and waving over to you. “Just keep in mind that she’s my girlfriend and I’ll be the one to make her cum.”

Jake is well aware that you’re not his, Jay doesn’t have to rub it in.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Though Jay never explicitly stated that Jake would be able to fuck you tonight, it became increasingly obvious as the day went on. Even as you blatantly touched him in front of Jay, he would simply avert his eyes from Jake and carry on with whatever he was doing.  

By the time the three of you got back to the house, Jake had to fucking fight himself to not jerk off in the shower. Clearly you were wanting to have fun again tonight if the sheer amount of touching throughout the day is any indication. 

The showers from all of you went by far too quickly to ignore as well. Jake thinks he beat his record speed of being out and dressed in under six minutes. You and Jay, opting to shower together, made Jake think the two of you would go in there and fuck behind closed doors, but even that didn’t happen as the two of you were leaving the bathroom in under fifteen minutes. 

Now, the three of you are in this beach house away from a city that is far too familiar to you. The air feels electric but also slightly awkward. You don’t know how to start, Jay certainly doesn’t know how to start, and Jake simply needs the green light to make his attempt at whatever the fuck is supposed to happen. It’s a knowing kind of look that the three of you share as you head into the bedroom one by one. Jake doesn’t know if he should get onto his own bed, or yours at this point considering he hasn’t exactly been told what’s supposed to happen. 

He didn’t have to think too hard though, as he trails in behind Jay who guides you to your own shared bed with him. Jake stands there in silence, watching the way both of you pat your hands on the bed as if to invite him in. 

“Shit, this is really happening?” He asks, almost wanting to cover his ears and cringe at the way he breaks the silence. Jay nods to him silently.

“If you want it to?” You ask, scooting closer to Jay and feeling him move a hand to your thigh. 

Jake is careful when he makes his way to the bed, glancing at both you and his best friend as if the gig would be up soon and you’d both start laughing at him for believing that this is happening. Instead, though, you adjust yourself and your boyfriend on the bed as Jake makes his attempt to find a space to claim for himself.

Now lying on your back, head on Jay’s lap as you both watch Jake, he sits himself awkwardly on the side of the bed and stares forward. 

“Bro, why are you all shy? You literally ate her out last night.” Jay laughs, trying to blame the nervousness all on Jake despite not knowing how to get the ball rolling himself at this point. Then, he’s reaching forward and over you to spread your legs out. Your bathrobe does little to hide the lack of material underneath, already bare and ready for both of the men in the room. 

“I don’t know–” Jake argues, glancing over at you and instantly drawing his eyes to what’s beneath the robe. He tries to look away with a gulp of whatever the fuck he was going to say next, but ends up double taking at the view of you being presented to him by Jay. “I’ve never done this before…” He trails off, voice coming to a whisper as he shamelessly stares and the arousal begins to take full hold of his body. 

You shift your hips a bit, as if to grind yourself against nothing to show that just like him, you can be desperate too. 

“Fuck,” Jake sighs out, shifting his body fully onto the bed and facing you. “I–”

“Go on.” Jay encourages, noting the way his friend is practically drooling at the image of you in front of him like this. Proud of himself for having a girlfriend so fucking alluring.

“Should I just,” Jake stops, looking at Jay and avoiding eye contact with you. “touch her? like, what are my limits?’ 

Jay honestly doesn’t care what he does as long as you want it but, what he’s damn sure won’t happen is Jake getting head from you. He can eat you out all he wants but your mouth is to never be on him in any way, shape, or form without being told to do it by Jay himself. 

“Help him out.” You comment, flicking your head back a bit to look at Jay from under your lashes. He smirks at you and responds with a small nod. 

“Remember, you can just tell us to stop if you change your mind.” Jay directs towards Jake as he leans forward and pulls him closer to you by his arm. 

Jake falls a bit, on all fours right between your legs as he stares down at your folds. He says nothing in response to Jay, now lost in the world of getting to taste you again and wondering how many more times he will be granted permission to do this. 

“Stick your tongue out and use it, Jake.” Jay demands in a slightly…off tone? One that seemingly makes fun of Jake for not having touched you yet. 

Jake listens, granting Jay a nice little ego boost as he hums from behind you at your sharp inhale when Jake kisses against your clit. Still, this is going to happen his way and if Jake thinks he can eat pussy well, he’s about to learn.

Jay leans forward, your body leaning with him as he harshly grabs Jake’s hair, pressing his lips against you harder, guiding his head up and down. “Stick your tongue out more–” Jay demands again, gripping his hair harder.

Strangely enough, Jake allows it. He sticks his tongue out the moment Jay demands it, and allows himself to be guided by the hair against your pussy. He groans out against you, tasting you again despite it not being of his own free will. Would Jake prefer eating you out the way he wants to? Absolutely. Does the feeling of having his head guided between your legs also kind of get him off? Oh, fuck yeah. All he has to do is imagine it’s your hand doing it. 

You, however, watch as Jay pulls Jake up, still by the hair, and looks at him. 

“Tongue fuck her, I’ll take care of the rest.” He says, releasing Jake and watching the way he sinks down between your legs again. 

Making it easier for him, you prop your legs on his shoulders, ultimately boxing Jake in against your wet and glistening hole. It isn’t long before you feel his tongue circling, inserting against your walls. It’s not a lot to go off of, but god he looks so good between your legs like this. The image only gets better when Jay unties the loose knot of your robe and pinches against one of your nipples, his other hand going straight to your clit and rubbing it just the way you like. 

“Can you cum like this for him?” Jay asks against your ear, holding you against him with his hand still playing against your nipple. “Let him really taste you?” 

You nod to him with a moan, shifting your hips as if to fuck yourself on Jake’s tongue. Each pinch against your nipple sends a sensation straight to where you’re being stimulated the most, and yeah, you can definitely cum on Jake’s tongue if he keeps trying to reach as deeply as he is now. 

Jay’s fingers are expert when it comes to your body, he could have you falling apart right here, right now if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He watches, instead, the way you tighten your legs around Jake’s head to pull him in closer. The way his best friend doesn’t even come up for air is laughable, but he gets it. 

It’s the fact that for the first time, Jay kind of enjoys the idea of a man touching what’s his, solely because he can see how badly they want it. Knowing that he, himself, can do it whenever he wants and they can’t.

When your boyfriend rubs your clit faster, it has you chasing Jake’s tongue harder , and when you chase Jake’s tongue, he makes a point to lick every crevice you have to offer in order to entice moans and groans of his name from your mouth. 

When you start to tense up, Jay knows exactly what it means. He lurches forward again and pulls Jake away from you, reaching back just as quickly to rub your clit harder.

“Watch her cum,” Jay smiles, abusing your clit just the way you love it until your legs are shaking and falling from Jake’s shoulders. “Keep your tongue out.”

“Shit–” Jake sighs out, watching your cunt drip out its continuous orgasm. Without any indication from the two of you, he takes the risk and dips back down, tongue lapping up the mess of your arousal and humming against your folds in a beautiful and desperate mantra.

“Oh god–” You choke out, jolting from the sensitivity of his tongue toying with you, Jay continuing to press your orgasm further, not relenting even as sensitivity takes hold. 

Jake licks up every single bit of it and Jay watches him, feeling you continuously quiver in his grasp as you come down from the high. 

“Now, fuck her.” Jay smiles knowingly, looking down at you and the way you already look dazed.

Jake shoots his head up to look at Jay, instantly he’s nodding and practically throwing his pants off. A true desperate show of how much he wants to be inside of you. 

Both you and Jay examine Jake when he pulls his cock out. You’ve seen it before but never in its full glory. He’s big. 

Jay glances down at you with an ‘are you sure you wanna do this?’ look and all you can do is chuckle and wiggle your hips as if to entice Jake to fuck you so senseless that Jay appears to be jealous again. It wouldn’t take much, really, because Jay is jealous right now. He needs to make damn sure you know that his cock is the only one that can make you scream, regardless of length, or whatever. He’s still thicker than Jake is.

Jake watches the two of you share looks and instantly gets a bit shy, doesn’t change the fact that he’s gently jerking himself off in preparation though.

“Condom?” Jake asks, obviously.

“No,” You say, nudging him closer again with your leg. “Im on the pill and you live with us, I know for a fact that you haven’t been fucking around.”

More shy now, Jake averts his eyes as he shuffles his way closer, all the way until he can feel his cock pressed against your leg. In one last attempt before he goes off the deep end, he looks to Jay for approval and is granted it almost instantly with a nod. 

He slides in, painfully slow in your opinion, but to Jake it’s like he’s trying to feel each ridge, clench, and wall around him as he does it. You wince only a little at the size, taking a deep breath and grabbing Jay’s hand when he bottoms out. 

Jake attempts to let you adjust, but it doesn’t go as smoothly as he wants to because the second he pulls his hips back, he’s slamming into you with a force he didn’t even know he had. The sounds you let out as he does this has Jay going fucking insane, you can feel his cock against your back continuously twitching as Jake fucks into you. 

Only when you keep your eyes on his best friend does Jay move from under you, replacing himself with two pillows as he stands at your side. 

“Stop looking at him like that,” He demands, lowering his pants enough to let his cock spring free and in front of your face. “Look at me.” He continues, stroking himself as he stares down at you.

This is what you want. You want them to fight for your attention right now. Thankfully to Jay, Jake is in his own world, head thrown back as he continuously plunges into you with the obvious need of a man who hasn’t had sex in months. 

You stare up at Jay then allow your eyes to fall to his pulsing and raging length in his hand, without hesitation you open your mouth for him.

“Good girl,” He praises, setting his cock on your tongue and allowing you to feel the weight of it before he slowly slides further into your mouth. “How does it feel to be fucked from both ends?” Jay asks with a bit of a demeaning tone. “Is it everything you ever wanted?” He asks again, this time sliding further down your throat before taking hold of your head and holding it in place. 

You have no reason to answer his questions, because he already knows the answer judging from the sound of how wet you are. He can fucking hear it. 

“I bet it is.” He continues through a sigh, effectively fucking your mouth open much like his best friend is doing to your pussy. 

One thing Jake doesn’t seem to catch onto is the fact that both you and Jay are talkers during sex. Jake, not so much, so when your mouth is gagged by a cock, he has no choice but to listen to Jay talk to you. 

Jake’s hips stutter only slightly when you gag around your boyfriend, all because that gag appears to travel down your body. Your cuntclenches him so tightly that he could honestly start crying right now if it wouldn't end with him being made fun of. 

So fucking tight, practically choking him out by the cock. 

“Do that again–” Jake pleads, gripping your legs and spreading them away from his hips. He angles himself a bit more by placing both hands under your ass and pressing into you again, this time stilling his hips so he can feel your walls jerk him off. 

Jay smirks, not knowing what the fuck Jake is referring to. 

“Do what again? Gag her?” He asks, jolting his hips forward and again sliding down your throat.

 You gag, and your pussy constricts.

“Goddamn, yes, that.” Jake chokes out in a sigh, trying to press his cock into you even deeper. 

Jay looks down at you and the way your eyes start to glisten with tears. He knows they’re good tears, especially with the way you try to smile around his cock. 

“So dirty,” He compliments, sliding out of your mouth and wiping a tear from your cheek. “This okay?” He continues, knowing you like it, but he still needs to get that confirmation considering this is new to all three of you. 

You nod with a moan and a deep breath, grabbing his drenched length and sinking it straight back down your throat. Jay seethes a string of curses when you do that. You’re too fucking good at deep-throating and it’s driving him up a fucking wall how hot you are right now. 

Being fucked open is one thing, but being fucked open from both ends is another. Even with Jake practically cockwarming himself in you, you can feel how rock hard he is with each twitch and aroused pulse, his length consistently putting pressure against your g-spot. God, you feel so full.

Jay elicits gags from you again, pulls out so you can breathe, and then goes right back to fucking your mouth at his own pace. Jake, on the other end, has since lost all form of self control with your last gag. You’re dripping around him, clenching him so fucking tightly, he can’t help it when he grips your ass firmly and essentially gags you himself with how hard he begins to piston his hips. Even Jay is thrown off by the way you stop sucking and your mouth goes slack.

He slides out of your mouth, listening as a drawn out moan of Jake’s name comes from your lips. 

“Look at her–” Jay glares, forcing Jake to slow his hips and look at you. “Look at how good you’re making her feel.” He adds again, only slightly more aroused than he is threatened by your expression. 

Jake is looking, watching as your eyes fall to him and you buck your hips up as if to ride yourself on him. 

“God, please Jay, can she ride me?” Jake loses composure, slipping his hands out from under your ass and grabbing your waist. 

Jay doesn’t even get to answer the firm “no” he was intending because he can see you look at him with pleading eyes just like his best friend. It sucks to have all of this power but still not be able to say no to those pretty fucking, tear stained eyes when you look at him like this. What’s worse?

The way Jake is looking at him is arguably…just as fucking hot.

And so, Jay bows his head in approval and wonders when the fuck he became the third wheel in his own relationship, that is, until you sit yourself up, push Jake back, and settle yourself on his thighs. 

You don’t move as you look at your boyfriend, your pleading eyes now turning to concern as he stands by himself off of the bed. For some reason, it comforts him. 

Jay smiles at you softly, kind of like a small confirmation that he’s doing just fine, and then moves forward to further that confirmation for you.

“She takes it so well, right?” Jay averts his eyes to Jake, getting behind you on the bed and settling down with his cock in hand. “Go on, ride him, baby.”

So you do, rolling your hips forward and backwards in a way that has Jake slipping in and out of you with ease. He can feel you drip onto his legs and honestly, he’s in fucking heaven right now as he places both hands on your thighs and stares directly at his cock disappearing inside of you. 

It’s a shame really, considering being ridden is one of Jake’s weaknesses. 

“Can I cum in her?” Jake blurts mindlessly, his hips attempting to fuck into you despite your weight on him keeping his hips down. “Jay, please? Can I cum in her?” 

His questions come out frantic, pleading for the ability to release his control and absolutely let you fuck him into oblivion, but he waits, now halting your hits from moving as if to contain the load he’s about to release without permission. 

“What if I say no?” Jay laughs, gripping his cock and watching the way Jake twitches inside of you. 

You move your hips again, a small chuckle lightly coming out alongside Jay as Jake hits rock bottom and somehow spirals further down. 

“Shit, shit!” Jake groans, urging you to lift up a bit as he painfully begins to slam into you.

Jay can hear his cum seeping out of you with each plunge of his cock, he can see it spurt out of you and down Jake’s legs. God damn it’s way hotter than he anticipated it being. 

Without a second thought Jay is pulling himself up and positioning himself behind you. He doesn’t say a word as he presses the small of your back forward so that your tits press against Jake’s face, and prods his cock at your entrance. Right there beside Jake, he slides in with an uncomfortable stretch. 

“This is how you fuck my girlfriend.” Jay groans, feeling your pussy hug around his cock and his best friend’s. He can already feel Jake going soft from the recent orgasm, but he doesn’t relent. Jay starts moving his hips regardless, fucking Jake’s released load back into you with an impossible stretch.

Honestly, Jay is on cloud 9 listening to both of you whine and moan. Neither of you stopping him, and even Jake finds the sensitivity of his cock being fucked against as insanely pleasurable as it is painful. 

You’re staring down at Jake when you slightly lift, and he’s looking up at you as Jay continuously stimulates you both. At this moment, you’re both in this together and Jay has full control. Deserving control, you think. Smiling at Jake, you drop your head to his neck and start talking. 

“You felt so good,” You praise him, moaning at the way Jay slams into you. “Can you get hard again?”

Jake simply nods because he cannot, for the life of him, think of words right now. He’s already feeling his arousal coming back to him. Even Jay feels it, in the way his softening cock manages to get hard again within mere minutes. He’s never been able to get hard again that quickly, but then again, Jake was practically pussy starved so he doesn’t question it. 

The fit inside of you grows tighter and tighter as Jake’s cock wakes up to the overstimulation, all the way until all three of you are wincing at the drag of Jay continuously fucking into you. The sound of moans, slick, and heavy breathing is all that can be heard when Jake moves his hips at an opposite rhythm of Jay. 

“Oh, fuck yes–” Jay moans, throwing his head back and looking down at how stretched open you are with two cocks stuffed inside of you. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good–” He babbles on, praising you, or Jake, he doesn’t even know at this point. 

Overstimulated, his cock feels as though your cunt has a death grip on it as he continues to squeeze along size Jake’s length, your wet and sore walls clenching them so tightly that Jay barely has to move at all to feel like he’s fucking the daylights out of you. 

Jake’s small thrusts only push the orgasm to the edge for both you and Jay. The head of Jake’s cock drags alongside Jay’s with each thrust and it has him nearly gasping for air when his orgasm hits him.

Jake hasn’t stopped moaning since Jay fit himself into you, nor have you. Who has control in this situation? Not a single person, not even Jay, as he frantically bottoms himself out and shoots his cum against the impossibly tight space inside of you. Jay’s orgasm ignites yours, your g-spot having been stimulated this entire time, you nearly squeeze so hard that they both are forced out of you, but they fight the sensation, continuing to bury themselves into you through your high.

Pained gasps drag on and all you can feel are fingertips both clawing and squeezing at you when you release around them, squeezing both of them tighter, and tighter, until Jay has no choice but to slip his spent cock out of you. 

You slump over instantly, your walls fitting themself back around Jake’s still hard length inside of you.

Jake struggles to orgasm again, unsure of if he has any cum left after the first one, so he pulls out of you the moment Jay shoots a look at him, as if to tell him to stop. Still in his aroused state of mind though, Jake practically shoves you back onto Jay as he works himself up to whatever orgasm he has left by his own hand. 

It takes a moment, but you feel his second load hitting against your thighs not long after and all that’s left to do now is assess the damage.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

There was no damage. Even as Jay apologetically begs you to tell him the truth. To tell him he went too far, or was too rough. You liked it, and you hate that you have to convince him of it. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Jay asks, kissing you once on the back of your neck after you nod with a dazed smile. “And you?” Jay averts his eyes to Jake, who is sprawled out regaining his breath at the foot of your bed.

“I’m great, actually.” He says, looking over to Jay with a dopey kind of smile. 

“You’re both insane.” Jay finally releases a breath of relief, realizing how much you and his best friend have in common sexually.

It’s…weirdly endearing, making his heart swell at the way both you and Jake look at him expectantly. Like still, he has control over all three of you. 

“You didn’t like it?” You ask, and Jake nods along with your question to look at Jay.

“Of course I fucking liked it.” 

“Then what’s the issue?” Jake asks, sitting himself up now and pretending he doesn’t get a headrush almost instantly. 

Jay thinks hard about it. Is there even an issue? Did he ever expect to actually share his girlfriend with Jake this way? Of course not, but it doesn’t change the fact that all three of you enjoyed every bit of that. Plus, Jake doesn’t appear to be super competitive and listens to everything Jay says to do. 

Who wouldn’t be turned on by that kind of control anyway?

 ・・・・・・ EPILOGUE  ・・・・・・

Jake has become a constant fixture in your sexual relationship with Jay now, but he doesn’t step out of line much to Jay’s pleasure. Even now, months down the road from the beach vacation, all three of you came to terms with the fact that Jake wants to stay, and so do the two of you. 

Rent is split three ways, you’re split two ways, but you get it all. Truly, you feel like you have the best end of this bargain. Even now, Jay tends to have more private sex with you as if to avoid constantly living in the world of kinks and pushing boundaries. You enjoy it. You love sharing moments with him without Jake around, and even when Jake does walk in on it, he doesn’t stay most of the time because now, when it’s meant to be for all three of you, Jake is blatantly invited. He knows now that any sex he isn’t aware of isn’t for him, despite it being the complete opposite from before. 

It’s a comfortable kind of thing. Even if the three of you don’t talk about it outside of these walls, it’s what you like, it’s what they like. Even Jay has loosened up a bit more about you and Jake together. It’s not like you’re dating him, but your boyfriend has actually implied you go busy yourself with Jake when he’s exhausted or too tired to fuck you himself. If anything, when you do go and busy yourself with Jake, Jay usually ends up watching anyway. 

“Jake,” Jay says from across the room after yet another session of cuckolding his girlfriend and best friend. “I hope you know that she’s still my girlfriend and I will always be the one to fuck her better.”

“You’re really gonna say that after I just made her cum twice before you even got your cock out?” Jake laughs. 

“She’s my girlfriend.” Jay glares but Jake can see his smile.

“I know. You keep her happy.” Jake drops the playful act and decides to genuinely let Jay know. 

“Unfortunately, your cock is required for her happiness sometimes.”

“No, his cock is required for fun. You are required for my happiness.” You interject, reminding them that you’re literally still in the room, heaving from your third orgasm.

“And that’s why this little arrangement works out.” Jay agrees, lifting himself to kiss you. “Only I get your love and affection. Jake just gets 30% of your orgasms.”

“10% of yours too, apparently.” Jake shifts his eyes to Jay.

Jay does remember the few times he’s let Jake fuck you and grew so aroused by how you act with his best friend in contrast to himself, that yeah, he guesses he can give Jake and his huge cock some credit for making him cum a few times, but really, it’s because he’s seeing his girlfriend stretched out and cock stupid, definitely because they both whine in unison over him. 

At the end of the day, it’s cute, especially because Jake can still never fuck you as good as he will. You may be cock-stupid for his size, but you’re cock-drunk for how Jay works it inside of you.

And so, it appears that Jay is in a happy relationship with you, a healthy one. One where he’s perfectly comfortable cleaning his best friend’s cum out of you.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

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[the-offside-rule]

Drivers while their s/o studies

Just a mini series I felt like doing. : )

Charles Leclerc

Charles smiled as he entered the room, holding a tray with snacks and coffee for Y/n who had been sitting at her desk since that morning. "Hello mom cœur, I thought you might need a little pick-me-up while you work." He said, placing the tray on the table. Y/n looked up from her laptop, a grateful smile forming. "Oh what would I do without you?" She said as she held his face and peppered soft kisses onto it as he emptied the tray onto the desk. "Cry, maybe." He joked.

Charles sat down beside her and began eating a protein bar before Y/n continued on typing. "How's it going anyway?" he asked, genuinely interested. "It's a bit overwhelming, but I'll manage. Your snacks will definitely help." She replied, taking a sip of the coffee. Charles chuckled. "I believe in you. I'll leave you to it for a bit, though. I'm going to meet Lorenzo and Arthur in the gym. You know how it is."

Y/n nodde. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll be here when you get back." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading out. "Take breaks, okay? Don't overwork yourself." He reminded her. "Of course, love. Have fun and give them my best!" As he left, Y/n couldn't help but smile. The small gestures made studying a lot more enjoyable, and she felt lucky to have Charles by her side.

Max Verstappen

Max woke up to an empty bed, the confusion evident on his face. Rubbing his eyes, he ventured into the living room, where he found Y/n engrossed in her laptop. Y/n spotted him from the corner of her eye and smiled at his sleepy face. "Morning, sleepyhead. Slept well?" She teased, looking up from her work. Max chuckled, and walked over to her. "Yeah, until I realized I was all alone." He placed a kiss atop of her head and peered over her shoulder. "What are you up to?"

"Got an assignment to finish, but you can keep me company." She suggested with a smile. Max raised an eyebrow. "Company? I was expecting a romantic morning, not a work session." Y/n laughed, "Well, I can't help it. University." He rolled his eyes. "I told you, you should have just gave in to being a stay-at-home girlfriend and now here we are with you leaving me I'm bed to work." Y/n chuckled at the light hearted joke. "Well if you loved me you would sit right here with me and keep me company, like a good temporary stay-at-home boyfriend?" Undeterred, Max decided to make the best of the situation. "Fine, but how about some breakfast first? I'll cook."

As Max prepared breakfast, they bantered back and forth, the kitchen filled with laughter. Sitting down on the sofa with their plates, Max linked his phone to the TV and began watching his race upcoming debrief that Red Bull had sent him. Y/n glanced at the screen every so often, finding it unbelievably distracting and whilst he had to watch it for work, why couldn't he just watch it on his phone?"Mind turning that off? I need to focus." Max pouted playfully. "Aw, come on. It's just background noise." She shook her head, "No, it's distracting. I need to concentrate."

A minor disagreement ensued, but Max, ever the compromiser, reached a resolution. "Fine, wear these," he said, handing her a pair of headphones. "You study, I watch my debrief." Y/n huffed, taking the headphones, "Deal. Just don't complain if I fail my exam because of this." Max grinned. "Deal, as long as you promise we actually so something romantic later on." Y/n grinned and connected her headphones to the laptop and began playing her music.

Lando Norris

Lando was deep into his online stream, enthusiastically commentating on his latest race in the virtual world. Meanwhile, Y/n diligently studied in the living room, trying to concentrate despite the growing noise. At first, it was fine because he only had Max on a voice call and then they started playing the F1 games and inviting drivers, and it all went to chaos.

The usual loudness was just about starting to sound normal until she heard a loud screeching from the streaming room. Y/n finally reached her limit. She threw her laptop to the side and stormed into the streaming room, wearing a bitter expression. Lando turned, smiling before the smile turned into a grim look. He...was...fucked. "Hi babe." He said quietly. "Lando, could you please keep it down a bit? I'm trying to study out here." She said calmly. She didn't want fans making up rumours about an argument.

Lando, still wearing his headset, looked guilty. "I will try, but Max is-" She cut him off. "Lando, you will be quiet. I cannot fail these exams. I just need you to be quiet. Understood?" He nodded. "I'm sorry, babe. I got carried away. I'll tone it down." The serious expression turned to a light hearted smile, before she looked to the computer, smiled and waved to greet the chat, before leaving.

Lando continued on playing, listening to the chaos on the call and not acting up. But the guilt lingered, and he suddenly had to leave the stream momentarily. "Hey, guys? I'll be right back. Just need to grab a drink, I'll be back in a sec. Promise." He announced to his fellow drivers and viewers before leaving the room. He rushed to the kitchen, returning to the living room with a peace offering of snacks and energy drinks for his girlfriend who sat on her bean bag with her study sheets sprawled across the coffee table. She looked up quickly before looking back to her work and continuing on typing. "I'm really sorry, Y/n. Here, I got you some goodies. Let me make it up to you." Lando said, kneeling down beside her and leaving a small plate of biscuits and sweets beside her. She looked between the plate and Lando, seeing the sincerity in his expression before she chuckled, accepting the snacks. "You're lucky you're cute when you're sorry. Just try to keep it down, okay?"

"Okay, I promise." He said, pecking her cheek and running back to the livestream with his can of Monster. Back in the streaming room, Lando continued his broadcast. He scrolled through the chat, noticing a comment from Y/n.

Thanks for the biccies, lovey <3 Good luck with your stream!

His fans erupted in supportive comments, finding the situation adorable. Lando couldn't help but smile, covering his face from how hard he was blushing. "You better leave me some 9f them biscuits, Y/n." Lando said into the camera. "Let's get back to the race, shall we?" The stream continued, with a more considerate Lando and a grateful Y/n watching from the sidelines.

Carlos Sainz Jr.

As the creatures and people of Madrid lay asleep in their beds, Y/n sat on her laptop working away beside her boyfriend who had just come back from a race weekend on the other side of the globe. Carlos stirred in his sleep, as the soft glow of Y/n's laptop pierced the darkness. "What are you doing?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Y/n glanced at him, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. "Sorry, babe. Got a deadline. Can't sleep." He sighed, and turned his back so he would be able to get even a glimpse of sleep. "Alright, just keep it down, please." He whispered. "Yes sir, Mr Sainz." She yawns, still typing.

In the morning, Carlos awoke to Y/n still typing away in their bed, exhaustion evident in her eyes. She got a lot of work done and had work in three hours. "Morning." He whispered, kissing her hand before sitting up. "Morning. Did you sleep alright?" Y/n asked. "Other than that one time you woke me, yes. Did you sleep at all?" Carlos asked. Y/n shook her head. "You should get some sleep before work. Finish this when you get home, yeah?" Y/n sighed in defeat. She wouldn't be able to go to work if she was this tired. Maybe a two hour sleep wouldn't hurt? " Carlos nodded, taking her laptop, placing it on the bedside table and tucking her into bed, . "You need to rest." He insisted. "I will wake you before work, mi amor." She reassured her, kissing her hair and letting her fall asleep.

When Y/n awoke, she looked out to see that the sun was awfully bright for 8am. Then she turned and saw Carlos walking into the room with a tray of coffee and toast. "What are you doing?" Y/n asked, sitting up. Carlos paused and looked at her. "Breakfast?" He replied in a question. Y/n looked at her phone, her eyes wide. "Oh my god! It's half past 11. I'm so fucking late!" She said. "No you aren't." Carlos replied, placing the tray on his locker. "I had work two hours ago!" She protested.

Carlos shook his head. "I called your boss, said you were sick." Y/n's eyes widened to what he had said. "Why'd you do that?" She asked. "Because you needed it." He replied, pulling the duvet over them and putting his arm around Y/n. "Carlos, I cant-" He cut her off. "Should we watch Berlín? It's meant to be really good." He said, flicking through the Netflix. "Babe. I'm serious. I need to go to work." She said. "And I have said before; you could quit work and I'll take care of you. You won't quit but I am still gonna take care of you. Now stay with me in bed and help me pick a series for us to watch."

She stopped complaining and lay in his arms. "Yeah. Berlín sounds good." She mumbled quietly. "Good, now here's some toast."

George Russell

George had brought Y/n to race weekends before, but this time, she found herself confined to the team's hospitality area, engrossed in her upcoming exams. She looked up to the TV evey so often to see how her boyfriend was doing before turning her attention back to her laptop. Like an angel sent, George decided to check in on her in between sessions, finding her buried in textbooks and notes.

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked, pressing a kiss onto her head and leaning on the table. Y/n looked up, tired but determined. "Just trying to survive this study session. Well done on topping the session by the way." George grinned. "It's only the second practise. I think we know what strategy we're going for in qualifying though." He chuckled. "Have you eaten?" Y/n thinks for a moment and shakes her head. "You do know, you need to eat too."

She sighed, burying her head in her hands from exhaustion. "I know, I just lost track of time. Can you grab me something?" George smiled. "Of course." He replied, leaving momentarily and heading to the barista bar. He returned moments later with a croissant and a latte, placing them in front of her. "Fuel for the brain." he said with a smile. Y/n looked up at him appreciatively, "You're my hero, Mr Russell. Thank you so much."

"No problem. I know how important these exams are for you." He replied, sitting beside her. As she sipped the latte and nibbled on the croissant, George and her began talking. "Anything I can help with? Maybe a quick break to clear your mind?" Y/n smiled. "You being here is already a huge help. But maybe a motivational speech wouldn't hurt."

"Im not doing motivational speeches." They both burst into laughter, lightening the mood in the cozy hospitality space. George wrapped his arm around Y/n, offering comfort and support. "You're the best distraction," she admitted, leaning into him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And you're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Lance Stroll

Lance sighed as he opened the door to his bedroom after his return from the gym to find Y/n looking a bit frustrated. He arched a brow as he sipped from his water bottle and decided to approach her, concern evident in his eyes. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, sitting down beside her. She sighed. "I'm not sure, but I just can't study. Maybe it's just because of how different it is from studying in my office back home." Lance thought for a moment."How about you use my office? It's quiet, and you'll have all the space you need." He suggested. "Oh no, I couldn't." She replied. "No, seriously. I never use it anyway."

Y/n's face lit up with gratitude as Lance led her to his office. The room was filled with shelves displaying Lance's collection of racing helmets and trophies. The large floor-to-ceiling window revealed a breathtaking snowy landscape of their estate. "This is perfect." Y/n whispered, finding the desk facing the wonderous view. Lance smiled, happy to help her. "If you need me just call. I'm just gonna hit the shower." He said, pressing a kiss onto her cheek. "Thank you, babe." She grinned, setting her stuff down. "Anytime." He shot back before leaving and making his way to his bathroom to shower.

Y/n had gotten a lot done since she sat down. The view was a perfect distraction but not too distracting that she couldn't focus. If anything, it was there to just calm her down before getting right back to it. An hour passed, and Lance returned with snacks, finding Y/n engrossed in her studies. "Hey, how are you getting on?" He asked, peering through the door. "Doing good, Lancelot. I am doing good." She smiled, still jotting down some notes. He walked in with a tray of snacks. In between him showering and him walking around the kitchen, he decided Y/n needed to take a break and made up a snack tray to bring her.

"Need a study break?" he asked, handing her a twix. Y/n grinned, "Definitely. Thanks for this, Lance. This office is amazing." Lance chuckled, "Well, it's only fair you get a taste of my world too. Plus, I like having you happy." As they enjoyed their snacks, the conversation turned from how everyone in the house has an office to the trophies and helmets on the walls.

"You know-" Lance began, taking down his Balu trophy from back in 2017. "This one's from my first podium. I was so excited that day." Y/n smiled as she sipped her cola. "I can see why. You've got an impressive collection of trophies, Lancey." He looked at her warmly. "But none of them compare to having my trophy girlfriend. I worked my ass off to even get you on a date." Y/n laughed. "I'm serious! You kept saying no!"

"You should've taken the hint." Y/n replied. "Then who would be sat in this office?" Lance asked. "I don't know. One of those weird models that throw themselves at you, I guess." She joked. "Yeah, but I prefer you." Lance said. There grew a comfortable silence before Lamce stood up, collecting the wrappers off the snacks and putting them back onto the tray. "I guess it's time for you to get back to studying." Lance said. "Thank you for the company." Y/n smiled as Lamce leaned down to give her a kiss. "How about we watch a movie later and order takeout? Sound good?" Lance suggested. Y/n nodded. You really are a dream."

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[ncteez]

Third Wheel: Part Two 

Mark isn’t sure what’s worse, the thirteen hour drive to the beach where he watched you get railed by his best friend in the backseat, or the five days he’s gonna be spending there knowing he is expected to watch—or join, whichever.

– read part one here! 

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave me some feedback, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT―13.7k

PAIRING― haechan x afab reader x mark 

CONTENT― vacation setting, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, jealousy (both haechan & mark), implications of a budding poly relationship, there’s a lot of dialogue to depict character development regarding the whole inviting mark thing. 

WARNINGS― haechan is a little touchy with mark, if you don’t like it, sounds like a you problem. 

NOTE― i reached 3k followers so here is ur present. the present was proofread by @domjaehyun​, we love her for putting up with my shit :D. this is not a stand alone fic, please read the first part if you havent! 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― borderline infidelity (haechan is into but doesn’t wanna admit it), finger fucking, neglected cock syndrome, hair pulling, haechan teaches mark how to fuck his girl, haechan basically moves mark like a puppet, cum stuffing, humiliation/degradation, double vaginal penetration

             What Mark feels for the remainder of that drive was unexplainable. Looking at you through the mirror, Haechan next to you, it felt for lack of a better word, different. Sure, he’s walked in on the two of you before, and watched for a little too long too but, this was different. He personally saw Haechan stuff you full and not only that but he saw your face as it happened. You spoke for him, to him, and he didn’t even get his ass kicked by Haechan after the fact.

             The feelings in his head swirl around like a forming tornado threatening to touch down and cause him to lose all sanity. Five days with you two locked in this beach house with nothing but freedom at your feet. Worse, even when the three of you go home, he’s just locked in a different space with the two of you until he gets back on his feet. Mark isn’t even sure if he wants to leave now. On one hand, he wants to start running just to get away from the overwhelming embarrassment, on the other, he thinks he might like it. He thinks the two of you might like him being around to see too. 

 “Is this going to be a normal thing?” Mark remembers asking Haechan inside of the bathroom at the gas station. What was Haechan’s response? “Maybe, if you keep wanting to catch us.” 

             What to do, what to do, with a lust so hungry Mark feels like it’s eating him from the inside out? Catch you on purpose? Stalk your private moments with his best friend just to get another taste of that bliss just out of reach? Not even a taste actually. 

 ~

             Haechan drags his feet as he carries your bags along with his. He’s acting normal despite his constant groaning about how his legs hurt after certain endeavors on top of the thirteen-hour car ride. You stay close to him, attempting to snatch a few bags so that he would at least stop crying about the very deed he wanted to do during the ride. 

             Mark stays behind, quietly carrying in his things and avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk so as to not scratch his new suitcase set. One headphone in, he barely hears the two of you as he opts to try and escape the madness outside of the audio in his ear. That is, until he gets inside the beach house.

 “Okay so, hear me out–” Haechan smiles at Mark, stepping in front of him as he tries to pass. “Listen, Mark. Just,” Haechan puts his hands out in front of him, stepping both left and right to continuously block Mark’s path. 

 “There’s only one bedroom.” You announce, breaking Haechan’s plan of trying to convince Mark that it would be a sick idea for him to watch more. 

             Haechan did know. Of course, he fucking knew, he’s the one who booked the place. You didn’t know, but he knew you’d play along anyway. Given, Haechan hadn’t completely planned the whole car thing so it’s kind of awkward now. Despite always wanting to be caught, watched, and envied, Haechan really didn’t think past the idea of causing Mark inner turmoil with this rental.

 “S’cool. I’ll take the couch.” Mark waves off, dropping his bags and looking around the space.

             Your eyes drop before Haechan’s do. 

 “Wait, no,” Haechan groans out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, you can still sleep in there with us. There’s two beds.”

             Two beds. So it was intentional to put Mark in a position he couldn’t resist, huh?

 “Look, the idea was to invite you to watch. Surely you’ve caught on to everything by now, right?” Haechan looks at Mark with an apologetic stare. “It’s kind of awkward now inviting you, but I thought you’d be happy to take us up on the offer, especially after our little talk…”

             Mark looks to the floor with tinted red flushing over his cheeks. 

 “You really couldn’t just wait to get here first before sitting him down and discussing?” You ask, scolding your boyfriend despite the fact that you played at least fifty percent into his on-the-fly plan on the ride over here.

 “You looked hot and he was tired.” Haechan states the obvious. 

             Mark is just standing there trying his best not to let his mouth fall open. Haechan really wanted to propose that he should just watch? Nothing else? Just fucking watch? Ka-ching. It’s little to grasp at, but Mark’s gonna take it. After seeing everything and hearing you, why wouldn’t he? His best friend is practically giving him the ability to watch you be pleasured.

 “Okay,” Mark stops both of you from bickering. “Let’s discuss it now then.” He adds, averting his eyes from both you and your boyfriend to avoid showing how much interest he actually has in this little vacation plan.

 ~

             After a long and drawn out discussion, rules were set into place. Rule number one, Mark cannot touch you under any circumstance. You were quick to side eye your boyfriend’s best friend during that moment, noting the disappointed look that washed across his face. Rule number two, Mark can request things he wants to see, but if either you or Haechan are uncomfortable with it, the request can be ignored. Rule number three, you can talk to Mark while it happens and he can talk back, but Haechan will humiliate him the whole time if he feels like it. 

             Mark didn’t falter at any of the rules except for the first one, mostly because it’s going to be hard to not want to touch you. He assumes that’s part of the fun for Haechan though. He feels embarrassed accepting the terms, awkward as he places his bags in the shared room the three of you will be sleeping in, and restless at the way reality hits him. You, his best friend’s girlfriend, want him to see. You want him to get off to you.

             He feels a bit shameful about it. After all, Haechan has been his best friend for fucking years at this point and he’s a little unnerved that none of this is making him feel as weird as it should be. Should Mark really be excited about watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend? Probably not, but he is, and he just assumes this is another ‘weird’ thing he likes to add to his list. 

 “Hey–” Haechan nods his head towards Mark as you walk out of the room for a shower. You did your best to clean up at the gas station too but, to be fair, the bathroom was just as dirty and cum-covered as you were, probably.  

 “Yeah?” Mark looks over at him, unzipping his suitcase and pulling out a change of clothes. Mostly so he can hop in the shower after you’re done. 

 “You sure you’re cool with this? I know I kind of did a lot of this intentionally, but really, if you’re uncomfortable I’d rather you just tell us–”

 “No!” Mark argues at an embarrassingly desperate pitch. “I mean, no.” He corrects himself as he digs for his toiletries. 

 “That’s what I thought,” Haechan smiles knowingly at him, internally writing a list of things he can do to torture Mark, a list specifically made to cause envy and probably resentment. 

 “So, like,” Mark swallows, still unsure of his footing in this situation. “When will it happen again?” 

             Haechan actually laughs at him this time. 

 “Oh, you thought–” He shakes his head and goes to take off his shirt. “No, no. Mark. You’re still gonna have to catch us to watch.” He explains, throwing his shirt on the presumed “cuck chair” in the room. (Because most places have that, just so you know.)

 “Wait, what?” Mark is confused. They want him to watch, but they’re still going to make him go through the embarrassment of catching them? 

 “That’s the fun part of it for me,” Haechan tries to clear it up. “I like the surprise of someone seeing. I like the reactions. It’s exciting,” He continues, now stopping to really look at Mark. “Looks like you enjoy watching, so–”

             Mark nods slightly, tilting his head with a furrowed brow. “For the record, I’ve never been into this kind of thing. You kind of made it hard not to see things.” 

 “I know.” Haechan laughs. “Gotta get creative on weeknights when there's no parties going on.”

 “You do it at parties? Like just right there in public?”

             Haechan nods with a smug smile. 

 “A lot of people don’t even notice, but the ones that do–” Haechan’s eyes nearly light up. “They basically watch. They don’t even pretend to look away.” 

             Mark feels a little bit flushed at the idea of attending a party with the two of you. He couldn’t imagine being put in a situation where he, along with several others, get to watch you orgasm. 

 “She likes that?” Mark asks, a little shocked.

 “I mean, she gets really into it but I can admit that she seems to like when you watch a lot more.” Haechan glares for a second. “Which again, kind of pisses me off.”

             Mark waves him off, trying to act nonchalant about it. 

 “I hope you know that this is more of a trial run, Mark. If she gets bored of you, she probably won’t be as into it later.”

             Okay, ouch. Fair, though. Mark would never stick around if it’s not something you want. He can already sense that Haechan didn’t want it this way either. Maybe Mark watching was exciting, but he does sense a bit of tenseness in the air each time Haechan brings up how you lusted over him so blatantly in the car. 

 “And if she doesn’t get bored?” Mark counters and Haechan kind of takes internal offense to it. Passive aggressively chuckling towards him. 

 “Oh, she will.” Haechan says as a way to assure himself rather than answering Mark. “I’m the only person she doesn’t get bored of.” 

             Mark, for some reason, takes that as a challenge. He might be the one getting the short end of the stick here, but the only reason he’s getting a stick at all is because of you. Regardless of if Haechan wanted him to watch, surely he never wanted you to like it as much as you did. 

 ~

             Well, competition is one way to put it. Haechan resents himself forever even trying to get Mark all flustered. He did it because he wanted to be watched, but he also wanted Mark to be fucking jealous. How the hell is he supposed to be jealous when you, his own girlfriend, got entirely too wet for another man while he was buried into you?

             Playing it as cool as he can, Haechan is still excited, just a little less now that he knows he’s going to have to fight for your attention. Those set rules? Between you and Haechan, neither of you had to actually follow those rules. Mark can do what he wants at your discretion, but it’s not like Haechan is gonna just tell him that. He was shocked that you pressed to let Mark join just one time. His whole fantasy is about being watched during a private act, not inviting someone to actively play a part in it. Nevertheless, he granted you a small nod when you suggested it, sternly letting out a small “just this once.”

             Sure, he’s the one who fucked you in the car and he’s the one who told you to talk to Mark but, it’s not like he expected the outcome that came from it. It was a moment of lust where he thought it would be hot to see you unable to speak because you’re being fucked– but no. You were speaking to Mark and riding him harder because of whatever the fuck was going on up in that front seat. 

             Naturally, your boyfriend has that mischievous little glint in his eye when you return from the shower and Mark opts to steal the shower before Haechan can. 

 “You are aware that you’re getting more out of this than I am, right?” Haechan laughs, pulling you from your stance and flopping you down onto the bed. “I just wanted him to be jealous, you’re ruining my fantasy.”

             You smile at him with the same mischievous little glint. 

 “And you’re an amazing boyfriend for letting me try something new,” You praise, kissing the tip of his nose when he crawls on top of you. “I’m sorry that it’s hot knowing two guys want me this badly.”

             Haechan sighs, dropping his face to your neck. Of course, you’d be into that. His thing is people being jealous of what he gets and your thing just has to be the idea of being wanted. It fits a little too well. 

 “Bet you weren’t even planning to put anything on for bed tonight, were you?” He laughs with a groan, cursing how willing he is to let you have whatever you want despite not wanting to give Mark what he wants. 

 “Bingo,” You smile evilly, pulling away from Haechan so you can see his face. “Plus, it’s hot seeing you get all possessive. That’s new, even for you.”

             Haechan once again sighs with a groan. 

 “Promise you won’t like, up and leave me for my best friend?”

             Realizing there’s a bit of truth behind his concerns, you stiffen a bit.

 “You know I wouldn’t do that. Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he can pleasure me better, or treat me better.” 

             Finally, a genuine smile breaks across his face and it makes you feel warm. 

 “Do you wanna play a little tonight?” He offers, wiggling on top of you with a newfound desire over the fact that you always know how to silence even the slightest of insecurity he feels. 

 “After everything from the ride over? I’m tired,” You admit with an embarrassingly cringey pout. 

 “I’m not tired yet. Just let me do the work, you can just rest–” He tries to convince you and it works, much like it always does. 

             Haechan was doing this specifically for you. It’s not like he always needs to be seen when the two of you are intimate. It is nice sometimes seeing you act real for him. Seeing your underwhelming and soft reactions to whatever he’s doing because you both know that you’re not putting on a show. He can admit to loving the way you still moan for him despite knowing nobody but him can hear it. 

             Even knowing Mark will be in the bed next to yours at any moment, you think Haechan can get away with whatever he wants to do privately. And for the most part, he does. At least, at first he does. 

             Lying on your back with a leg thrown over Haechan’s lower half as his fingers trace lazy circles against your bare skin, you knew his fingers were going lower and lower, but it was relaxing even as your eyes fight to stay open.  When Mark comes back into the room, hair still dripping a bit at his failure to dry it properly, you don’t move or react outside of looking at him. 

 “Hey, you ready to hit the sack?” Haechan calls out, fingers moving lower on your stomach and landing just above where your panties would sit if you were wearing any under this robe. 

 “Yeah. Water ran cold though, might wanna wait a little bit before you shower, Sorry.” Mark admits with shame, not making eye contact with either of you as he flops himself onto his bed. He’s wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, which is something you’ve seen him wear time and time again at home, but man, why does it look so hot now?

             Haechan laughs, kind of like an ‘of course there's no hot water for me’ laugh, but he doesn’t mind, if anything, he’s having fun lulling you to sleep with a gentle finger fuck session behind Mark’s back.

             The room goes silent save for the television that Haechan flips to some random reality show. You’re still focused on his fingers, more gentle than he normally would be. Still, it’s probably just because, for once, he doesn’t want Mark to know what’s happening. 

             When your boyfriend’s fingers finally make their way to your clit, it’s not shocking that you’re already wet. Your breathing is still even, and it feels good to be touched right now. You turn your head only slightly to look at Mark. He’s so endearing to look at. Never once have you seen him preparing himself for sleep. For some reason, it feels intimate seeing his bedtime rituals. 

             With one hand scratching against his hair, he’s on his side and practically hugging his pillow against his head as he fixes his eyes on the television. You can see how heavy his eyes are. He was already tired when he first started his shift of driving, and the back seat doesn’t offer much in terms of a nap. You imagine if he knew what Haechan was doing, he wouldn’t have the energy to participate anyway. 

             You, though, are feeling a little bit more awake since your clit is being beautifully stimulated by your boyfriend. Mark’s supposed to be watching you with this little deal, but there were no rules that you couldn’t watch him and fantasize, right?

             Haechan is a little shocked when you hold his hand in place and turn to face Mark. You close your eyes at first, mostly so it still looks like you’re about to sleep, but you press Haechan’s fingers a bit lower, urging him to penetrate you with them. 

             He, like the amazing boyfriend he is, follows suit. He turns on his side behind you and spoons you, adjusting his position so that he can swoop his hand under your ass and between your legs in order to do just as you asked of him.

             This goes smoothly for a few minutes, with his fingers gently and silently plunging in and out of you. Honestly, Haechan is too good with his fingers. He’s being too quiet compared to normal, again, because of Mark. You know you shouldn’t be including him right now, but you are, even if secretly. 

             A breath falls from your lips when Haechan rubs his fingers against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending a wave of warmth down your body and dripping out against his fingers. 

 “Feels good?” He whispers against your ear, noting the way your breathing is a bit more audible. 

             You let out a small groan in response, very small. Just loud enough for Mark to fix his eyes on you to find you blatantly staring back at him.

             You smile at him and press your ass back against Haechan just a bit, and he’s quick to move his fingers a bit quicker inside of you.

             Mark just looks at you, processing that it’s already happening again. 

 ~

             The summer air is salty but all too grounding for Mark as he sits on his towel and watches the way you and Haechan appear to be as comfortable as ever wrestling on the shore of the sea. Even after last night, part of him wonders what actually happened but he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to ask. Not only did you look at him as you hit your climax, but Mark was made aware that he needed to be silent in watching you due to your finger coming up to your mouth in a shushing action.

             His eyes darted to Haechan when you did that but he appeared to be a great actor as he watched the tv with his head tucked between your shoulder and neck, fingers plunging in and out of you casually. Even when Mark gently fucked his own fist, staring directly back at you, he realized that this shared moment with you was something Haechan wasn’t aware of. It blurs the lines a bit of what is okay and what isn’t, but the rule is that Mark can watch if he catches the act. He guesses you’re the one breaking rules.

             Even now, as he processes this newfound sexual adventure in his head, he’s fond of the relationship Haechan has with you. Incredibly jealous, of course, but also just– Mark wants what Haechan has. He wouldn’t share you, he wouldn’t want people to see him pleasure you, and he certainly wouldn’t want Haechan’s cock to make an appearance at any point during his relationship with you, but you’re not his. Still, the two of you seem to enjoy this kind of thing, and the fact that Mark appears to be the chosen third to take part makes him feel warm. Despite his jealousy, he respects the relationship you have with his best friend for the most part. There’s still that selfishness inside him though, the thought of being able to be between your legs rather than just a person to look at across the room? It drives him insane. Haechan gets to flaunt you, make you feel good, and make you moan but, Mark is very aware that he got all of your attention the night before, even if it wasn’t his own fingers doing it to you. He got your attention in the car too, to the point of Haechan showing his own jealousy. 

             Again, there’s a thin line between what he’s allowed to do and infidelity. If you ask him to do anything though, he’s going to do it. He’s going to be what you want or need at any given moment simply because he’s a single man forced to live with his extremely sexually adventurous friends, and you happen to be incredibly fucking arousing to him. Haechan kind of did it to himself. Never would Mark have fantasized about you like this if it weren’t for the fact that Haechan desperately wants people to see his cock inside of you.

 “Hey!” You shout from the shore, pulling Mark out of his thoughts. 

             He waves back to you and then glances at Haechan who has a huge smile on his face. Mark watches as you struggle to leave the water, the weight of the waves pushing and pulling you as you look at him. He stands to his feet, kicking off some of the sand on his legs, and makes his way towards you as well, meeting you in the middle. 

 “I’m gonna have a snack, go waterboard my boyfriend.” You joke when you stop in front of him. 

 “There’s chips in my bag if you want any,” Mark waves you off, realizing how normal the communication is between the two of you. In the silence, the communication is somehow more intimate.

             When Mark makes his way down to the water, straight up to his best friend, for some reason he still feels like he’s walking on eggshells with all of this. Not with you, because you clearly know what you want. Haechan, on the other hand, shows that he’s annoyed over his plan becoming more of a pleasure for everyone but him.

 “You’re not hungry?” Mark asks, dipping himself lower into the water and shivering at the ocean breeze. 

 “Nah, we’re finally here. I’m staying in the water ‘til I’m forced to leave.” 

 “Ah, good plan.” Mark confirms, allowing himself to float back a bit with the waves.

 “Are we okay?” Haechan suddenly asks, standing to his feet and looking down at him. “You really are allowed to decline this offer. I'm even a little nervous about it now.”

             Mark squints his eyes open towards Haechan, the sun blinding him more than his best friend usually would. 

 “It’s a little weird but I like trying new things. I’m not trying to disrespect you by accepting.”

             Haechan sighs in relief. 

 “I know. If it’s gonna be anyone, I'd rather it be you.” He laughs with a sigh. “Still would rather her focus on me but I guess I kind of owe her this.” 

             Mark adjusts himself back to his feet, tilting his head at Haechan.

 “Oh yeah?” 

 “I mean, it’s not like she was into the whole being watched thing until I told her I wanted to try it.” Haechan looks up into the sky, feeling the sun warm his face. “I liked it more than she did, but she came around, I never forced it or anything.” He breathes in the air and sinks lower into the water. “I think she did it to please me but she started getting really into it after a few times.” 

 “She’s definitely something–” Mark starts, glancing at your figure flopping back on the sand and sinking your hand into a bag of chips. 

 “Yeah, and I guess it’s my turn to let her try the things she’s curious about.” He laughs. “Even though it’s my fault and it involves my best friend. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that neither of you would do anything behind my back.”

             Damn. 

 “Um, yeah.” Mark looks away for a moment. He knows he is famously awful at lying.

             Haechan looks at Mark knowingly. 

 “Like, without me in the room at least,” He smiles, winking at Mark once before throwing a splash at him. “because I know what you guys did last night.”

             Mark goes silent, wiping the salt water from his eyes and looking at Haechan apologetically. 

 “Relax, she told me while you were up there sulking. Said something about the danger of me finding out or something got her going.” Haechan reassures, explaining away any explanation of Mark himself being the reason for it. “I get it. You guys really had me fooled.” He laughs this time.

 “Should I like, have not watched?” Mark asks awkwardly, looking away from Haechan and floating back a bit. 

 “Nah, just give her what she wants. She’s gonna tell me regardless so let’s just try to have fun with this okay? If any of us are having issues, speak up.” Haechan glares for a moment. “Because you know damn well I’ll put a stop to all of it if it goes too far.”

             Mark nods, a small smile creeping up on his face. 

 “What happens at the beach, stays at the beach.”

 “God, I hope. I’m not moving you into our room at home.” Haechan laughs, feeling a little better about it. 

 ~

             A very sexually active trip indeed. Mark could sense the tension in the air by the time all of you return to the beach house. Even through dinner, he sensed both you and Haechan staring at him in very different ways. Even though talking made Haechan feel better, he’s still possessive over you and you seem to like it a lot. So, he might be playing it up a bit for your sake. 

             You are quite literally eye-fucking Mark, and Haechan’s eyes are basically demanding him to keep his cock under lock and key. It’s weirdly erotic, and insanely confusing, but he knows Haechan will speak up if shit goes too far, just like he said he would. 

             By the time the three of you are piled up on the couch and putting in some shitty romance movie, it gets a little more comfortable. 

             You’re leaned up against your boyfriend and Mark is leaned up against the arm of the couch at the other end. He doesn’t feel eyes on him anymore and it’s a relief. By the time it’s mid movie, he notes the soft snores coming from Haechan. You, on the other hand, are feeling mischievous. Haechan said to you specifically, away from Mark, no limits. Do what you want to him, ignore the rules, explore, have fun– but be ready to stop at the slightest mention of discomfort from either of them. You’re being given so much fucking power over both of these men. They both want you, and god does it feel fucking amazing to be wanted. 

             When you shift towards Mark, gently so that Haechan isn’t stirred from his slumber, Mark finds himself leaning towards you without question. Even when you grab his hand from under the large shared blanket, he doesn’t falter. 

             His attention to the plot on the screen in front of him surely falters though. You’re doing the thing again. You’re excluding your boyfriend and Mark can’t bring himself to give a single fuck right now because you’re quite literally slipping his hand into your panties without so much as a “please?”

             Immediately Mark’s fingers explore against his better judgment. He’s seen your pussy stretched out on his best friend, he’s watched you orgasm, he’s heard you moan, but never has he gotten to touch you. 

 “Mhm,” You encourage gently when Mark slides his fingers down your slit, collecting the slippery arousal and sliding his fingers back up to your clit. 

             You found yourself wondering how Mark would do it, especially the past day or so. Haechan knew how to please you, but you can’t help but think that the act of someone learning how to please you is just as hot. Mark appears to know exactly how to use his fingers against a woman, the thought of him alone with someone other than you only heightens your pleasure at this moment. 

             Mark does this for a while, silently and gently rubbing your clit as he forces his eyes to stay on the screen. You just watch him though, and the way he parts his lips in a silent moan when you press against his fingers with the smallest show of want. 

             The secretiveness of it really gets you going. Seeing Mark turn to mush in your hands, doing anything you could ask him to do, right there while your boyfriend is sleeping next to you? God, what a fucking simp. You love it. You love the fact that his fingers are slightly rougher compared to Haechan’s, and the way he avoids sticking them in you even if you insist by lifting your hips slightly.

             You lean towards Mark more this time, moving one leg over his lap and opening yourself up for more. 

 “You should fuck me.” You whisper into his ear with a voice far too sweet for the words. “He won’t mind.” You add at his silence, feeling his fingers halt as he processes the words. 

 “I can’t do that–” Mark whispers back, sliding his fingers down again and noting how much wetter you’ve gotten. 

 “Want me to ask him?” You joke, grabbing his hand and holding his fingers right against your entrance. 

             Mark shakes his head, feeling nervous as hell as his fingers rest in the one spot he definitely would love to fuck. 

 “You’re no fun,” You sigh in disappointment, releasing his hand.

             That makes Mark panic a little bit, the words of Haechan mentioning that you will get bored with him eventually. It drives him to just–

 “Brave boy,” You coo out at the feeling of Mark slipping his fingers inside of you, sliding them in until you can feel his knuckles against your folds. You knew he would give you what you want.“Your fingers are nice. Do you know how to use them, Baby?”

             Mark is fucking floored by the idea that his fingers are inside of you, you’re talking to him like this, and Haechan is missing out on all of it.

             Except he’s not. Atleast to Mark’s knowledge, Haechan is in dream land. You, on the other hand? You’re very aware that Haechan is terrible at pretending to sleep. Not only is he putting on this show for you, but he’s actually helping you. Kind of a shock, because you really did think he was asleep at one point. He blew his cover with a small smirk towards you, peeking an eye open at your shock of him resting a hand on your other leg and spreading it more in your attempt to get Mark to finger-fuck you. Haechan wasn’t going to help out, but the moment he heard Mark reject you, he figured that his best friend can definitely be trusted in this situation. 

             One of Haechan’s favorite things about you is how dirty you can be, but never once has he seen you be more dominant over another person. Certainly not him. He finds it incredibly sexy in the way you both mock and talk down towards Mark even though he’s making you feel good. You don’t do that to Haechan, you only moan for him. So yeah, maybe, going against his gut in this situation and allowing Mark to actually touch you is a bit hotter than he wants it to be. 

             The best part? Mark doesn’t know your cues when you’re nearing orgasm, but Haechan does and he uses that to his advantage. Spreading your leg out further so Mark can do whatever it is he’s doing with his fingers better, Haechan softens at the fact that he would have already brought you to orgasm by now. Your soft mews sound more like you’re trying to fluster Mark rather than a reaction to pleasure, and it’s fun. It’s boosting his ego so high that he actually wonders how long it’ll take Mark to get you there. 

             You feel just as boosted as Haechan does right now. With his false sleep as he attempts to help you through this, Mark is half-focused on finger fucking you out of fear that he will be caught. It’s all well and good, but you want to cum. 

 “Mark,” You whisper loudly, forgetting that you’re supposed to be pretending this is a secret. 

             When Mark tries to pull his fingers out of you at the loud whisper, ultimately so he could pretend he was just watching the movie and absolutely not burying his fingers into his best friend’s girlfriend, you hold his hand in place. Preventing his fingers from leaving you, you look at him. 

 “Fuck me like he’s not here.” You lean into him and whisper in a lower tone, rolling your hips forward against his fingers as you hold them there harshly. “You can make me cum this way, right? I promise I’ll be quiet.”

             Mark looks at you, darting his eyes to the sleeping Haechan next to you, and then he slowly nods with a nervous swallow. 

             He wants to fuck you so bad, but this is all he gets. Still, it’s more than he anticipated and he will be damned if he embarrasses himself by not getting you off like this. Gently, Mark keeps his eyes on Haechan as he moves slightly over you, getting a better angle with his wrist so that he can quite literally, fuck you senseless with them. 

             With one hand on the couch over your shoulder, the other between your legs, you watch him as his eyes continuously dart between you and your boyfriend. Mark can’t watch the screen anymore considering he’s now faced away from it, he has to watch you. If this truly was a high-stakes session of pleasure, surely the two of you would be caught like this. Thankfully, Mark doesn’t notice the very aware hand of Haechan gripping your leg open, which makes it more sexy. To see him put your pleasure over his friendship with your boyfriend so willingly, to position himself in such a way that is far more telling than it needs to be, yeah, he’s a fucking simp. 

 “Oh, fuck–” You choke out, feeling Mark’s newly angled fingers plunge deeper into you. His knuckle bumps against your clit easily when he does this and it has your entire body jolting a bit. 

             Mark swallows that praise, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in at a quicker pace. The sound of your pussy is not quite as loud as the movie on the screen, but all three of you can hear it. Even Haechan has to hold back a small moan at how genuine you sounded just now. His grip on your leg becomes almost bruising as his own arousal stirs past a comfortable level. 

             Mark’s eyes aren’t shifting anymore, you notice. As you stare up at him, he stares right back at you. Noting the way your body slightly shifts up when he harshly pushes his fingers in, he could nearly imagine he’s fucking you. Except if he were, he would hope to have you moaning more, moving more, fucking yourself on him, using him. 

             You can practically see Mark lose himself to lust. His eyes are dark, and messy hair falling against his lashes as if he were the one being fucked out right now. Internally, you feel such a large amount of fondness over him. You think back to when he fucked his fist in the car. He was showing an extreme amount of intent during that moment and it had your head fucking spinning watching him do it. You can imagine he must be hard right now. Haechan must be hard too. If you wanted to, you could expose Haechan for being awake and ask them both to fuck you right now, but you relent. Relishing in this power of having them both, one more unaware than the other. It’s too sweet to put an end to so quickly. 

             As you look back up at Mark, you want to kiss him. Haechan never said anything about that but you assume that could actually be crossing a line, so you don’t. Against your own wishes of wanting to keep this a secret, you lean yourself to Haechan who still tries to pretend he’s asleep. 

             Mark watches and panics, but can already feel you grabbing his hand and keeping his pace up. The fear that runs through of bones of being caught is fucking intense right now, especially when you lean your head into Haechan’s neck and start sucking it.

             You can feel Mark try to pry his hand back and you chuckle at it, and you can’t stop smiling against your boyfriend’s neck when you feel Haechan’s hand over yours, holding Mark’s hand in place with more force.

             Mark’s eyes widen at the realization, relaxing his hand against both grips that are on it.

 “Wait–” He says in a raspy voice, looking between the two of you as Haechan peeps an eyes open. “How long have you been awake?”

             Haechan drops the act, removing his hand and now grabbing yours to place against his embarrassingly hard length. 

 “The whole time.” Haechan glares at him. “Too late to stop now, go on.” He encourages, wincing at the way you instantly grip him through his pants. “Make her cum.”

             Mark feels embarrassed again. Despite technically not actually being “caught”, he still feels ashamed of what he was doing, yet, his fingers are still in you. 

 “Let me see if you can make her cum,” Haechan continues, adjusting his body so that he can look down at what Mark is doing. “Move the blanket babe,” He looks to you. 

             Shoving the blanket down, Mark notes how your hand is palming against Haechan, and his fingers are inside of you. For some reason, Haechan being hard makes him feel a little less ashamed but still embarrassed. How is he supposed to perform under pressure like this?

 “Stop looking at us like that. If you’re not gonna continue, I'll finish her off myself – without you,” Haechan half-insults, half-encourages his best friend. 

             Mark moves his fingers again, the realization of being given permission washing over him so quickly that it almost felt like an orgasm running through his body. He can do whatever he needs to do to make you come. He doesn’t have to hide it, it’s not a secret. 

             Without a second thought, Mark pulls himself off the couch and stands to his feet to get between your legs. He looks between the two of you one last time and then down at your pajama shorts. For the first time, without asking, Mark pulls them off of you in one swift motion before falling to his knees and examining how wet you look pulsing around the loss of his fingers. 

 “How does she look?” Haechan asks with a quirk of his brow, bucking his hips up against your hand and tilting his head to kiss you on the temple. 

             Mark says nothing but swallows in response, forcing himself to focus on you and pretend that Haechan isn’t there studying the way he fucks into you. 

             When you let out a small whine at his silence, rolling your eyes the same time you roll your hips, Haechan chuckles and reaches to pull his own pajama pants down. If you three are gonna be doing this, might as well have fun with it. 

             Mark ignores it still, using his fingers to spread your lips and watch your hole continue to clench around nothing. Even without seeing your face at this moment, he can see how much you want this. Your glistening core is practically begging to be fucked by one of them, if not both. He makes haste, watching as your pussy envelopes three of his fingers at once, clenching them so tightly that he can feel them crowd together inside of you. 

             You whimper at it, rolling your hips forward to sink his fingers further into you. 

 “Can I lick her?” Mark asks, not moving his eyes from the way he can see your slick drip down his fingers.

 “Does she want you to?” Haechan asks, also not moving his eyes from the way your fist circles the head of his cock before sliding back down and making his shiver.

             You don’t even answer, and instead use your other hand to reach for Mark’s head, gripping his hair that’s in reach to you and dragging his face forward until you feel his breath on your clit. 

             Mark takes that as an invitation, instantly flattening his tongue against your hardened bud and sliding down. You can feel his fingers spreading you open, reaching into you so deeply as you begin to feel his tongue trace around his fingers at your entrance. 

             You moan, which makes Haechan turn his face and lift your chin as if to shut you up from showing pleasure towards another man. You find that sexy, cute even, so you reward your boyfriend and reassure him with a harsher grip against his cock, milking him of his precum and chuckling into his mouth.

             Mark doesn’t even care about what’s happening on the couch. He’s on his knees in front of you, tasting you, fingering you, and he genuinely thinks this might be heaven. He can feel his own length adjust in his pants, happy that the loose fabric accommodates the growth to full hardness. Mark already knows he’s not going to be getting off tonight by anything other than his hand, and he does not give a shit about it. 

             He licks against you as if you are the last woman on earth, honestly, and Haechan can’t even bring himself to be in competition with Mark at this moment considering how much attention you’re giving to him and not Mark. This could work, surely, he’s never seen you so horny over a simple handjob before. 

             You roll your hips against Mark’s mouth repeatedly, chasing your high as he continuously tries to accommodate every spot of your pussy that needs stimulation. 

 “He’s good at eating pussy–” You choke out, reaching to grab Mark’s head and hold him in place against your clit. You can feel his fingers pick up speed when you do that, and you can feel the vibrations of his groans against your clit even more.

 “Oh yeah?” Hechans laughs in a breath, darting his eyes to see Mark’s shoulder flexing as he fucks into you, his hair a mess between your fingers. “Better than me?” 

             You shake your head, eyes sparkling up at Haechan as he finally leans down to whisper to you.

 “Are you close? You seem close–”

             You nod this time, rolling your eyes back a bit when Mark intentionally licks circles around your clit and pumps his fingers painfully fast into you. 

 “Don’t tell him,” Haechan warns, fucking himself against your now loosened grip. “Do you want me to take over?”

             You say nothing back but Haechan can see your body tense. He makes haste, jumping up from his spot and practically shoving Mark out of the way to get between your legs. 

             Mark doesn’t even know what’s happening, the loss of your warmth around his fingers and the taste of you lost all too quickly as he watches Haechan bottom out into you in one go. His best friend’s fingers replace was his tongue was doing, and Mark watches the way you lay breathlessly against the couch. 

             Now is his time, he guesses. Reaching one hand into his pants, he shows no shame in using his slick-coated hand to furiously slide up and down his length at a pace he wishes he were fucking you at.

             There, on his knees, Mark pushes and pulls himself to the edge in time with you. He watches your face and watches the way your hands grip against Haechan as he fucks into you at a pace that looks painful. The sound of slaps in the room coming from all three of you, finally, you come undone. 

             He watches the way you hold Haechan’s hips in place, burying himself into you as you quiver around him, and only then does Mark let out a choked moan, coating the inside of his pants with strings of white. 

             Just as quickly as you hit your climax, your eyes lazily fall to Mark as he sits out of breath, wet spots staining his pants as Haechan continues to chase his own high. 

             The two of you look at each other for a long moment. You can’t help but feel that he looks entirely sexy when he’s spent and empty of his arousal. You don’t sense a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he looks back at you, breath uneven, not at all bothered by the fact that he’s not the one fucking you.

             Except he is bothered by it. He felt like he came so close to making you come, all for Haechan to step in and take over. Still, that’s your boyfriend. Mark feels lucky enough to even be part of this. And by the time Haechan finally comes, all three of you just look at each other. 

 “So,” Haechan sighs, out of breath. “She tastes good, right?” He smiles, proud of himself for not letting Mark make you come.

             You playfully slap against his head with a laugh, shuffling from the couch and standing to your feet. You examine the wet spot from where you were being fucked open by both of them and smile at it. 

 “Let’s go shower, again.” You sigh, grabbing Haechan’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

             Mark is left sitting there, still on his knees, processing what just happened. He could get used to this. 

 ~

           By the third night, Haechan is geared up and ready knowing full well that Mark has already touched you and he’s going to have to share tonight if your words are anything to go by. If you’re asking him to let Mark fuck you, it’s gonna have to be his way. 

             Your eyes sparkled when Haechan agreed in the silent morning as Mark slept like a fucking rock in the bed across the room. 

 “Don’t worry,” You assured him. “I love you, I’m just having fun.”

 “I know.” Haechan responded to you, silently and looking back at you. 

  ��          He didn’t worry so much about it after last night, anyway. He got more into it than he thought he would, and the competition of it all got both you and Haechan off. Mark appears to be having fun too, and staying aware of the fake-ass boundaries the two of you set for him.

 “Tonight?” You look to Haechan and nod as you head off for the kitchen in an attempt to make something to eat for both of them.

 “Tonight, if he’s willing.”  Haechan responds, ultimately stirring Mark from his sleep. 

 “Good morning, you can sleep. She’s gonna make some food since we got her off or something.” Haechan says towards Mark as he stretches his arms and pulls himself out of bed. 

 “What were you guys talking about?” Mark asks as he hears your footsteps towards the kitchen fade away. The sleep in his voice is heavy and he clears his throat as he rubs his eyes. 

 “Nothing much. She wants to play a game later.” Haechan tries not to ruin the plan. 

 “Oh yeah, like what?” Mark sits up, reaching for his phone to check the time. 

 “Probably monopoly or some shit.”

             Mark notes that Haechan appears to not really want to get into it, so he drops it. 

 “We going to the beach today?” He asks, somehow not feeling awkward at all about last night. It almost feels normal now. 

 “Yeah, probably after we eat. Wanna go help her with me?”

             Something inside of Mark swells up at the invitation from Haechan to help you do mundane things. Boyfriendly things. As if the two of them are your boyfriends, and not just Haechan.

 “Gonna brush my teeth first,”

             Haechan nods, giving Mark a tired smile as he heads off into the kitchen after you.

 ~

             Mark isn’t sure if he’s thinking too hard about it or if he’s getting his hopes up. He’s a lover, not a fighter, and very much willing to share you if the two of you offered to involve him in the relationship more than just sex. Cooking in the kitchen with the two of you made him happy. Haechan was clearly in boyfriend mode, guiding you by the waist when you were wisping from one end of the kitchen to the other. Mark was also kind of in boyfriend mode, though the two of you probably didn’t catch on. It’s not that he’s trying to intrude, it’s just that, he kind of has a hard time fucking a woman and not having feelings after the fact.

             When Mark said you looked pretty, Haechan didn’t falter even a bit at the compliment. Instead, he smiled at Mark with a nod because of fucking course you look pretty. And when Haechan gave you a light kiss to the lips as you stirred something in a bowl, Mark found himself wanting to do the same. He knows he can’t though, so he keeps to himself in this little unsure bubble of what the two of you feel towards him. 

             The food was decent, save for the fact that none of you have stepped foot in a grocery store and are surviving off of what you brought in a cooler from home. Mark could tell some of the vegetables were wilted and needed to be cooked, thankfully, none of you enjoy letting food go to waste so that’s why you’re stuck eating it this morning. 

             It’s comfortable. Too comfortable. Especially when Mark takes it upon himself to do the dishes despite always arguing at home about doing them. Haechan finds himself in a strange kind of headspace too. Lightening up about the idea of Mark being around and touching you, but also, like, still being possessive because you're super into it. If Mark was anyone else, Haechan doesn’t think this trio thing would work out as well. Still, this is a conversation for after the trip. 

             By the time the three of you are at the beach, you make a show of yourself for both of them and anyone else who happens to be looking your way. If tonight goes anything like you want it to, you need them to be absolutely feral for you by the time the sun sets. 

             It works for the most part. Ghosting your hand over Mark’s cock under the water, blatantly grabbing Haechan’s out in the open just to see him buckle under the arousal of it being in public. You feel on top of the universe as their eyes go from bright to dark and full of arousal as the day goes on.

             When you part from both of them, heading back to the shore in order to find a bathroom somewhere, the two of them stay behind. You do your best in giving those two alone time too because surely they need to talk or something.

             That, they do. 

 “She’s doing all of this on purpose, you know.” Haechan laughs, wading in the water beside Mark. “How are you feeling about all of this?”

             Mark shrugs, avoiding the incoming wave and lifting his chin with a wince. “I’m feeling less weird about it now, I guess.”

             Haechan nods, looking at him and studying his expression. 

 “She wants to fuck you.”

             Mark can’t help but smile. He has no words to respond to what Haechan just said. 

 “Shockingly, I kind of want her to too.” Haechan splashes Mark as if he’s mad, but stands back as his best friend wipes his eyes. 

 “Yeah?” Mark’s eyes are beaming despite the redness of the saltwater hitting them, and Haechan just stares at him.

 “I don’t know man, I’ve never been into this kind of thing but like–” Haechan tries to explain, searching internally for a reason as to why he should hold onto the annoyance of sharing his girlfriend. “I don’t know.”

             Mark tilts his head, looking at him. 

 “It’s kind of fun?”

             Mark nods this time. He’s still getting the short end of the stick but he literally couldn't care less. 

 “I like watching and I like when you let me touch her.” Mark admits, glancing away and breathing in through an embarrassed wince over what he just said.

             For some reason, that sentence arouses Haechan. “When you let me touch her.” Mark is really giving full power to Haechan to control a sex life that isn’t his and it’s embarrassingly sexy to be given that power over another man. He’s not sexually interested in Mark, but he’s interested in Mark’s sexual interest for his girlfriend. Interested in controlling it. 

 “This is going a lot further than we ever intended it to.” Haechan asks, sinking himself lower in the water and thinking intently on what’s going to happen after the three of you get home. “Guess we will see what happens.” 

             Mark quirks an eyebrow. 

 “If I asked you to fuck her, would you?” Haechan continues, in his head, about why he feels like all of this is okay to him now. 

             Mark narrows his eyes, wondering if it’s a trap but ultimately nods. 

 “I mean, yeah, if you both told me to.” 

             There’s the control again. Mark blatantly gives it up just to get the smallest taste of what you share with Haechan. 

 “And you wouldn’t do it behind my back? Like, be for real with me right now.”

             Mark knows he would probably be too weak to say no to you. He thinks you know it too.

 “What makes you think she would go behind your back anyway?” Mark counters, challenging Haechan’s trust in you.

             And then it all makes sense. You wouldn’t go behind his back. You’d tell him everything, you’d involve him, or you’d at least ask if you can fuck his best friend behind closed doors. 

             It all feels like it’s falling into place too perfectly, and that’s the only uncomfortable thing about this. Haechan looks at Mark and then shifts his eyes over to the shore, where you’ve come back from your adventure to the bathroom. 

 “Nah, you’re right.” Haechan assures himself, standing back up and waving over to you. “Just keep in mind that she’s my girlfriend and I’ll be the one to make her come.”

             Mark is well aware that you’re not his, Haechan doesn’t have to rub it in.

~

             Though Haechan never explicitly stated that Mark would be able to fuck you tonight, it became increasingly obvious as the day went on. Even as you blatantly touched him in front of Haechan, he would simply avert his eyes from Mark and carry on with whatever he was doing. 

             By the time the three of you got back to the house, Mark had to fucking fight himself to not jerk off in the shower. Clearly you were wanting to have fun again tonight if the sheer amount of touching throughout the day is any indication. The showers from all of you went by far too quickly to ignore as well. Mark thinks he beat his record speed of being out and dressed in under six minutes. You and Haechan, opting to shower together, made Mark think the two of you would go in there and fuck behind closed doors, but even that didn’t happen as the two of you were leaving the bathroom in under fifteen minutes. 

             Now, the three of you are in this beach house away from a city that is far too familiar to you. The air feels electric but also slightly awkward. You don’t know how to start, Haechan certainly doesn’t know how to start, and Mark simply needs the green light to make his attempt at whatever the fuck is supposed to happen. It’s a knowing kind of look that the three of you share as you head into the bedroom one by one. Mark doesn’t know if he should get onto his own bed, or yours at this point considering he hasn’t exactly been told what’s supposed to happen. 

             He didn’t have to think too hard though, as he trails in behind Haechan who guides you to your own shared bed with him. Mark stands there in silence, watching the way both of you pat your hands on the bed as if to invite him in. 

 “Shit, this is really happening?” He asks, almost wanting to cover his ears and cringe at the way he breaks the silence. Haechan nods to him with a small shrug.

 “If you want it to?” You ask, scooting closer to Haechan and feeling him move a hand to your thigh. 

             Mark is careful when he makes his way to the bed, glancing at both you and his best friend as if the gig would be up soon and you’d both start laughing at him for believing that this is happening. Instead, though, you adjust yourself and your boyfriend on the bed as Mark makes his attempt to find a space for him to claim.

             Now lying on your back, head on Haechan’s lap as you both watch Mark, he sits himself awkwardly on the side of the bed and stares forward. 

 “Bro, why are you being all shy now? You literally ate her out last night.” Haechan laughs, reaching forward and over you to spread your legs out. Your bathrobe does little to hide the lack of material underneath, already bare and ready for both of the men in the room. 

 “I don’t know!” Mark argues, glancing over at you and instantly drawing his eyes to what’s beneath the robe. He tries to look away with a gulp of whatever the fuck he was going to say next, but ends up double taking at the view of you being presented to him by Haechan. “I’ve never done this before…” Mark trails off, voice coming to a whisper as he shamelessly stares and the arousal begins to take full hold of his body. 

             You shift your hips a bit, as if to grind yourself against nothing to show that just like him, you can be desperate too. 

 “Fuck,” Mark sighs out, shifting his body fully onto the bed and facing you. 

 “Go on,” Haechan encourages, noting the way his friend is practically drooling at the image of you in front of him like this. 

 “Should I just,” Mark stops, looking at Haechan and avoiding eye contact with you. “touch her? like, what are my limits?’ 

             Haechan honestly doesn’t care what he does as long as you want it but, what he’s damn sure won’t happen is Mark getting head from you. He can eat you out all he wants but your mouth is to never be on him in any way, shape, or form without being told to do it by Haechan himself. 

 “Help him out.” You comment, flicking your head back a bit to look at Haechan from under your lashes. He smirks at you in responds with a small nod. 

 “Remember, you can just tell us to stop if you change your mind,” Haechan directs towards Mark as he leans forward and pulls him closer to you by his arm. Mark falls a bit, on all fours right between your legs as he stares down at your folds. He says nothing in response to Haechan, now lost in the world of getting to taste you again and wondering how many more times he will be granted permission to do this. 

 “Lick her?” Haechan demands in a question, one that seemingly makes fun of Mark for not having touched you yet. “Get to it before I make you watch again.”

             Mark listens, granting Haechan a nice little ego boost as he hums from behind you at your sharp inhale when Mark kisses against your clit. Still, this is going to happen his way and if Mark thinks he can eat pussy well, he’s about to learn.

             Haechan leans forward, your body leaning with him as he harshly grabs Mark’s hair, pressing his lips against you harder, guiding his head up and down. “Stick your tongue out–” Haechan demands, ultimately controlling how Mark eats you out from above. 

             Strangely enough, Mark allows it. He sticks his tongue out the moment Haechan demands it, and allows himself to be guided by the hair against your pussy. He groans out against you, tasting you again despite it not being of his own free will. Would Mark prefer eating you out the way he wants to? Absolutely. Does the feeling of having his head guided between your legs also kind of get him off? Oh, fuck yeah. All he has to do is imagine it’s your hand doing it. 

             You, however, watch as Haechan pulls Mark up, still by the hair, and looks at him. 

 “Tongue fuck her, I’ll take care of the rest.” He says, releasing Mark and watching the way he sinks down between your legs again. 

             Making it easier for him, you prop your legs on his shoulders, ultimately boxing Mark in against your sleek and glistening hole. It isn’t long before you feel his tongue circling, inserting against your walls. It’s not a lot to go off of, but god he looks so good between your legs like this. The image only gets better when Haechan unties the loose knot of your robe and pinches against one of your nipples, his other hand going straight to your clit and rubbing it just the way you like. 

 “Can you cum on his tongue?” Haechan asks against your ear, holding you against him with the hand playing against your nipple. “Let him really taste you?” 

             You nod to him with a moan, shifting your hips as if to fuck yourself on Mark’s tongue. Each pinch against your nipple sends a sensation straight to where you’re being stimulated the most, and yeah, you can definitely come on Mark’s tongue if he keeps trying to reach as deeply as he is now. 

             Haechan’s fingers are experts when it comes to your body, he could have you falling apart right here, right now if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He watches, instead, the way you tighten your legs around Mark’s head to pull him in closer. The way his best friend doesn’t even come up for air is laughable, but he gets it. 

             When your boyfriend rubs your clit faster, it has you chasing Mark’s tongue harder, and when you chase Mark’s tongue, he makes a point to lick every crevice you have to offer in order to entice moans and groans of his name from your mouth. 

             When you start to tense up, Haechan knows exactly what it means. He lurches forward again and pulls Mark away from you, reaching back just as quickly to rub your clit harder.

 “Watch her cum,” Haechan smiles, abusing your clit just the way you love it until your legs are shaking and falling from Mark’s shoulders.

 “Fuck,” Mark sighs out, watching your pussy drip out its continuous orgasm. Without any indication from the two of you, he takes the risk and dips back down, tongue lapping up the mess of your arousal and humming against your folds in a beautiful desperate mantra.

 “Oh god–” You choke out, jolting from the sensitivity of his tongue toying with your pussy, Haechan continuing to press your orgasm further, not relenting even as sensitivity takes hold. 

             Mark licks up every single bit of it and Haechan watches him, feeling you continuously quiver in his grasp as you come down from the high. 

 “Now, fuck her.” He smiles, looking down at you and the way you already look dazed.

             Mark shoots his head up to look at Haechan, instantly he’s nodding and practically throwing his pants off. A true desperate show of how much he wants to be inside of you. 

             Both you and Haechan examine Mark when he pulls his cock out. You’ve seen it before but never in its full glory. He’s big. Bigger than your boyfriend, thicker than your boyfriend.

             Haechan glances down at you with an ‘are you sure you wanna do this?’ look and all you can do is chuckle and wiggle your hips as if to entice Mark to fuck you so senseless that Haechan appears to be jealous again. It wouldn’t take much, really, because Haechan is jealous right now. He needs to make damn sure you know that his cock is the only one that can make you scream, regardless of size. 

             Mark watches the two of you share looks and instantly gets a bit shy, doesn’t change the fact that he’s gently jerking himself off in preparation though.

 “Condom?” Mark asks, obviously.

 “No,” You say, nudging him closer again with your leg. “Im on the pill and you live with us, I know for a fact that you haven’t been fucking around.”

             More shy now, Mark averts his eyes as he shuffles his way closer, all the way until he can feel his cock pressed against your leg. In one last attempt before he goes off the deep end, he looks to Haechan for approval and is granted it almost instantly with a nod. 

             He slides in, painfully slowly in your opinion, but to Mark it’s like he’s trying to feel each ridge, clench, and wall around him as he does it. You wince only a little at the size, taking a deep breath and grabbing Haechan’s hand when he bottoms out. 

             Mark attempts to let you adjust, but it doesn’t go as smoothly as he wants to because the second he pulls his hips back, he’s slamming into you with a force he didn’t even know he had. The sounds you let out as he does this has Haechan going fucking insane, you can feel his cock against your back continuously twitching as Mark fucks into you. 

             Only when you keep your eyes on his best friend does Haechan move from under you, replacing himself with two pillows as he stands at your side. 

 “Look at me,” He demands, lowering his pants enough to let his cock spring free and in front of your face. “Stop looking at him,” He continues, stroking himself as he stares down at you.

             This is what you want. You want them to fight for your attention right now. Thankfully to Haechan, Mark is in his own world, head thrown back as he continuously plows into you with the obvious need of a man who hasn’t had sex in months. 

             You stare up at Haechan then allow your eyes to fall to his cock in hand, without hesitation you open your mouth for him.

 “Good girl,” He praises, setting his cock on your tongue and allowing you to feel the weight of it before he slowly slides further into your mouth. “How does it feel to be fucked from both ends?” Haechan asks with a bit of a demeaning tone. “Is it everything you ever wanted?” He asks again, this time sliding further down your throat before taking hold of your head and holding it in place.

 “I bet it is.” He continues through a sigh, effectively fucking your mouth open much like his best friend is doing to your pussy. 

             One thing Mark doesn’t seem to catch onto is the fact that both you and Haechan are talkers during sex. Mark, not so much, so when your mouth is gagged by a cock, he has no choice but to listen to Haechan talk to you. 

             Mark’s hips stutter only slightly when you gag around your boyfriend, all because that gag appears to travel down your body. Your pussy clenches him so tightly that he could honestly start crying right now if it wouldn't end with him being made fun of. 

 “Do that again–” Mark moans, gripping your legs and spreading them away from his hips. He angles himself a bit more by placing both hands under your ass and pressing into you again, this time stilling his hips so he can feel your walls jerk him off. 

             Haechan smirks, not knowing what the fuck Mark is referring to. 

 “Do what again? Gag her?” He asks, jolting his hips forward and again sliding down your throat.

             You gag, and your pussy constricts.

 “Goddamn, yes, that.” Mark almost whines, trying to press his cock into you even deeper. 

             Haechan looks down at you and the way your eyes start to glisten with tears. He knows they’re good tears, especially with the way you try to smile around his cock. 

 “So dirty,” He compliments, sliding out of your mouth and wiping a tear from your cheek. “This okay?” He continues. Knowing you like it, but he still needs to get that confirmation considering this is new to all three of you. 

             You nod with a moan and a deep breath, grabbing his cock and sinking it straight back down your throat. Haechan seethes a string of curses when you do that. You’re too fucking good at deep-throating and it’s driving him up a fucking wall how hot you are right now. 

             Being fucked open is one thing, but being fucked open from both ends is another. Even with Mark practically cockwarming himself with you, you can feel how rock hard he is inside of you, his thickness consistently putting pressure against your g-spot. God, you feel so full.

             Haechan elicits gags from you, pulls out so you can breathe, and then goes right back to fucking your mouth at his own pace. Mark, on the other end, has since lost all form of self control with your last gag. Your pussy is so wet around him, clenching him so fucking tightly, he can’t help it when he grips your ass firmly and essentially gags you himself with how hard he begins to fuck into you. Even Haechan is thrown off by the way you stop sucking and your mouth goes slack.

             He slides out of your mouth, listening as a drawn out moan of Mark’s name comes from your lips. 

 “Look at her,” Haechan glares, forcing Mark to slow his hips and look at you. 

             Mark is looking, watching as your eyes fall to him and you buck your hips up as if to ride yourself on him. 

 “God, please Haechan, can she ride me?” Mark loses composure, slipping his hands out from under your ass and grabbing your waist. 

             Haechan doesn’t even get to answer, he can see you look at him with pleading eyes. You want to ride Mark. He bows his head in approval and wonders when the fuck he became the third wheel in his own relationship, that is, until you sit yourself up, push Mark back, and settle yourself on his thighs. 

             You don’t move as you look at your boyfriend, your pleading eyes now turning to concern as he stands by himself off of the bed. For some reason, it comforts him. 

 “She takes it so well, right?” Haechan averts his eyes to Mark, getting behind you on the bed and settling down with his cock in hand. “Ride him babe,”

             So you do, rolling your hips forward and backwards in a way that has Mark slipping in and out of you with ease. He can feel you drip onto his legs and honestly, he’s in fucking heaven right now as he places both hands on your thighs and stares directly at his cock disappearing inside of you. 

             It’s a shame really, considering being ridden is one of Mark’s weaknesses. 

 “Can I cum in her?” Mark blurts, his hips attempting to fuck into you despite your weight on him keeping his hips down. “Haechan, please? Can I cum in her?” 

             His questions come out frantic, pleading for the ability to release his control and absolutely let you fuck him into oblivion, but he waits, now halting your hits from moving as if to contain the load he’s about to release without permission. 

 “What if I say no?” Haechan laughs, gripping his cock and watching the way Mark twitches inside of you. 

             You move your hips again, a small chuckle lightly coming out alongside Haechan as Mark hits rock bottom and somehow spirals further down. 

 “Shit, shit!” Mark groans, urging you to lift up a bit as he painfully begins to slam into you.

             Haechan can hear his cum seeping out of you with each plunge of his cock, he can see the white running down Mark’s legs and goddamn it’s way hotter than he anticipated it being. 

             Without a second thought Haechan is pulling himself up and positioning himself behind you. He doesn’t say a word as he presses the small of your back forward and prods his cock at your entrance. Right there beside Mark, he slides in with an uncomfortable stretch. 

 “This is how you fuck my girlfriend,” Haechan groans, feeling your pussy hug around his cock and his best friend’s. He can already feel Mark going soft, but he doesn’t relent. Haechan starts moving his hips regardless, fucking Mark’s released load back into you with impossible speed.

             Honestly, Haechan is on cloud 9 listening to both of you whine and moan. Neither of you stopped him, and even Mark finds the sensitivity of his cock being fucked against as insanely pleasurable though painful. 

             You’re staring down at Mark, and he’s looking up at you as Haechan continuously stimulates you both. At this moment, you’re both in this together and Haechan has full control. Deserving control, you think. Smiling at Mark, you drop your head to his neck and start talking. 

 “You felt so good,” You praise him, moaning at the way Haechan slams into you. “Can you get hard again?”

             Mark simply nods because he cannot, for the life of him, think of words right now. He’s already feeling his arousal coming back to him. Even Haechan feels it, in the way his softening cock manages to get hard again within mere minutes. He’s never been able to get hard again that quickly, but then again, Mark was practically pussy starved so he doesn’t question it. 

             The fit inside of you grows tighter and tighter as Mark’s cock wakes up to the overstimulation, all the way until all three of you are wincing at the drag of Haechan continuously fucking into you.  The sound of moans, slick, and heavy breathing is all that can be heard when Mark moves his hips at an opposite rhythm of Haechan. 

 “Oh, shit–” Haechan moans, throwing his head back and looking down at how impossibly stretched open you are. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good–” He babbles on, praising you, or Mark, he doesn’t even know at this point. 

             Overstimulated, his cock feels as though your pussy has a death grip on it as he continues to squeeze along size Mark’s length, your pussy clenching them so tightly that Haechan barely has to move at all to feel like he’s fucking the daylights out of you. Mark’s small thrusts only push the orgasm to the edge for both you and Haechan. The head of Mark’s cock drags alongside Haechan’s length with each thrust and it has him nearly gasping for air when his orgasm hits him.

             Mark hasn’t stopped moaning, nor have you. Who has control in this situation? Not a single person, not even Haechan, as he frantically bottoms himself out and shoots his cum against the impossibly tight space inside of you. Haechan’s orgasm ignites yours, your g-spot having been stimulated this entire time, you nearly squeeze so hard that they both are forced out of you, but they fight the sensation, continuing to bury themselves into you through your high.

  Haechan’s now spent cock slowly slips out of you after your orgasm, he sees you slump over Mark whose cock is still hard inside of you.

             Mark struggles to orgasm again so he pulls out of you the moment Haechan shoots a look at him, as if to tell him to stop. Still in his aroused state of mind though, Mark practically shoves you back onto Haechan as he works himself up to whatever orgasm he has left by his own hand. 

             It takes a moment, but you feel his second load hitting against your thighs not long after and all that’s left to do now is assess the damage. 

 ~

             There was no damage. Even as Haechan apologetically begs you to tell him the truth. To tell him he went too far, or was too rough. You liked it, and you hate that you have to convince him of it. 

 “You sure you’re okay?” Haechan asks, kissing you once after you nod with a dazed smile. “And you?” Haechan averts his eyes to Mark, who is sprawled out regaining his breath at the foot of your bed.

 “I’m great, actually.” He says, looking over to Haechan with a dopey kind of smile. 

 “You’re both insane,” Haechan finally releases a breath of relief, realizing how much you and his best friend have in common sexually.

 “You didn’t like it?” You ask, and Mark nods along with your question to look at Haechan.

 “Of course I fucking liked it.” 

 “Then what’s the issue?” Mark asks, sitting himself up now and pretending he doesn’t get a headrush almost instantly. 

             Haechan thinks hard about it. Is there even an issue? Did he ever expect to actually share his girlfriend with Mark this way? Of course not, but it doesn’t change the fact that all three of you enjoyed every bit of that. Plus, Mark doesn’t appear to be super competitive and listens to everything Haechan says to do. 

             Who wouldn’t be turned on by that kind of control anyway?

 ~ EPILOGUE ~

             Mark has become a constant fixture in your sexual relationship with Haechan now, but he doesn’t step out of line much to Haechan’s pleasure. Even now, months down the road from the beach vacation, all three of you came to terms with the fact that Mark wants to stay, and so do the two of you. 

             Rent is split three ways, you’re split two ways, but you get it all. Truly, you feel like you have the best end of this bargain. Even now, Haechan tends to have more private sex with you as if to avoid constantly living in the world of kinks and pushing boundaries. You enjoy it. You love sharing moments with him without Mark around, and even when Mark does walk in on it, he doesn’t stay most of the time because now, when it’s meant to be for all three of you, Mark is blatantly invited. He knows now that any sex he isn’t aware of isn’t for him, despite it being the complete opposite from before. 

             It’s a comfortable kind of thing. Even if the three of you don’t talk about it outside of these walls, it’s what you like, it’s what they like. Even Haechan has loosened up a bit more about you and Mark together. It’s not like you’re dating him, but your boyfriend has actually implied you go busy yourself with Mark when he’s exhausted or too tired to fuck you himself. If anything, when you do go and busy yourself with Mark, Haechan usually ends up watching anyway. 

 “Mark,” Haechan says from across the room playfully. “I hope you know that she’s still my girlfriend and I will always be the one to fuck her better.”

 “You’re really gonna say that after I was the one who made her cum twice last night before you even got your cock out?” Mark laughs. 

 “She’s my girlfriend.” Haechan glares but Mark can see his smile.

 “I know. You keep her happy.” Mark drops the playful act and decides to genuinely let Haechan know. 

 “Unfortunately, your cock is required for her happiness sometimes.” 

 “No, his cock is required for fun. You are required for my happiness.” You interject, reminding them that you literally live here too.

 “And that’s why this little arrangement works out.” Haechan agrees, lifting himself to kiss you. “Only I get your love and affection. Mark just gets 30% of your orgasms.”

 “10% of yours too, apparently.” Mark shifts his eyes to Haechan.

 Haechan does remember the few times he’s let Mark fuck you and grew so aroused by how you act with his best friend in contrast to himself, that yeah, he guesses he can give Mark and his huge cock some credit for making him come a few times, but really, it’s because he’s seeing his girlfriend stretched out and cock stupid, definitely because they both whine in unison over him. At the end of the day, it’s cute, especially because Mark can still never fuck you as good as he will. You may be cock-stupid for his size, but you’re cock-drunk for how Haechan works it inside of you.

 And so, it appears that Haechan is in a happy relationship with you, a healthy one. One where he’s perfectly comfortable cleaning his best friend’s cum out of your hair. 

 ~

#mark lee smut #haechan smut #nct127 smut #nct smut #nct mark smut #nct haechan smut #nct dream smut

[pahtoosh]

too much

[image ID: a gif of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan sitting next to each other and cocking their heads to the side. made by tumblr user weird-mumbling. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~6700 words (my longest one yet!)

warnings: slight angst. baby is overstimulated and has a meltdown. steve calls you sweetheart. bucky calls you babydoll. written on my phone.

a/n: i honestly had a really bad night. i was so overwhelmed and tired. it was five am and i couldn’t sleep bc it was so hot, so i started writing this. it was incredibly therapeutic for me and i hope it helps some of you too🤍

pairing: daddy!stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point.

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Tony was throwing a party to celebrate the team’s latest successful mission. Being the man that he is, he didn’t exactly need an excuse to throw a party, but he’d been on an “extravaganza cleanse” as he liked to call it. His last bash was nearly three months ago, so he’d surely be going all-out with this latest one. A couple weeks ago, the idea of a party excited you.

But these last few days have been terrible.

You kept running into problems left and right. Some of them weren’t a big deal on their own, but all together and combined with the stress of a party and the possibility of having to meet new people—maybe lots of new people—you’d had enough.

It was the day of the party. You’d been a little quiet all morning and afternoon, trying to conserve your energy. Steve and Bucky asked you if there was anything you needed to talk about, but you couldn’t find the words so you just shook your head.

They shared a worried look out of your glance while you continued forcefully stabbing fruits onto your fork from your afternoon snack.

It was now an hour before the party and your daddies decided to tidy up the place before leaving so your little family could come back to a clean home. Normally, you’d be alongside them cleaning too but they let you stay in your room because you were having a rough day.

The noises from cleaning brought you to your breaking point. As your mind raced, the sounds of the vacuum cleaner and Steve’s record player taunted you. It was as if you were being pulled in all directions with no end in sight.

A more focused baby might have put on their noise canceling headphones, but you were too overwhelmed to do anything more than lie in bed, eyes closed, with your palms pressed to your ears. You missed the sound of the vacuum cleaner turning off and your door opening. A gentle tap on your foot had you startled.

Eyes now wide open, you stared at Bucky with your hands still covering your ears. He took note of your distress and tried speaking as gently as possible.

“Hey, babydoll. Was the vacuum cleaner too loud for you?”

You nodded.

“Aw, Baba’s sorry about that. Dada and I are getting ready for the party now, do you wanna join us? Everyone’s so excited to see you.”

You were conflicted. On one hand, you really really didn’t want to even leave your bed right now. On the other, your daddies had been looking forward to this party and you didn’t want to disappoint them.

As you stared at Bucky, ears still covered and brow now furrowed, Steve walked in holding one of your new t-shirts on a hanger.

“I got someone’s new lucky dino shirt,” he said in a sing-song voice. He halted at the doorway, sensing the tension. The extra set of eyes on you and reminder that the party was happening now was the last straw.

You lost it. You burst into tears, flipping over and sobbing into your pillow. You pressed your hands even harder against your ears and kicked your feet on the bed.

“TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!” you wailed.

You yelled until you couldn’t anymore. Your bed shook from the force of your movements.

Steve and Bucky watched, heartbroken as sobs racked your body. Steve set down the shirt and stood next to Bucky who was still sitting at the foot of the bed. They held each other’s hand, unsure of what to do at the moment. Normally, they’d be calming you down with a hug or a pat on the back but it seemed like touching you right now would only add to your overstimulation.

It was only minutes before your meltdown came to a stop, but it felt like you’d been screaming forever. Your cries died down, leaving you hiccuping into your pillow.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called out. “You don’t have to go to the party, it’s okay. We’ll all stay home tonight.”

You shook your head, still facing the pillow.

“No? You wanna go to the party?”

You shook your head again. “Daddies go. I stay.” Your words were muffled by the pillow but the punctual nature of your speech and your daddies’ super hearing allowed them to hear the message.

“Babydoll, we can’t leave you here alone,” Bucky started.

You kicked your legs again. “Go! Go go go!”

Bucky took a breath. He didn’t want to upset you anymore, but you were crossing boundaries. “Hey, that’s no way to talk to your Baba. You can’t stay home alone, you know this. Now, please be the big kid we know you are and tell us what’s wrong.”

You sniffled. Baba was right. You couldn’t stop or control the meltdown, but it was time to make things right now that you’d calmed down slightly. You flipped over slowly, hands now only partially covering your ears.

“S-sorry Baba. Sorry Dada,” you hiccuped. “I don’ wanna go. Is too much.” A tear rolled down your cheek and Steve instinctively wiped it away. You didn’t flinch: you were on the come down.

“We forgive you, baby. Now, we can’t let you stay home by yourself but how about a compromise? You can stay in your room and close the door. Baba and I will be in our room, quiet as a mouse,” Steve offered.

“You can take all the alone time you need. And if you need anything you can come to me and Dada or write us a note,” Bucky continued.

You gave the idea some thought. Some quiet alone time would’ve been helpful an hour or two ago. Now, you were tired and just wanted some love from your daddies. A little quiet together time sounded nicer than quiet alone time.

You shook your head. “Don’ wanna be alone nanymore. Can we watch cartoons? Just us and calm? And we cuddle?”

Your daddies cooed. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you wanna come here and give your daddies a hug?”

You nodded and got up to crawl to them. The three of you were squeezed onto your little bed, but you’d never been so comfortable. The pressure from your daddies’ strong arms and the group hug were very calming.

“May we kiss you, babydoll?”

“Yes. One at a time please.”

“Such a respectful baby we have,” Steve said, kissing your forehead.

Bucky agreed and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The three of you migrated to the living room and you picked Arthur as the show for tonight. Steve prepared a plate with some of your safe foods in case you wanted a little snack before dinner. Bucky sat on the couch next to you, leaving you some space but you snuggled into his side, wanting the weight of his arm and the slight chill of the vibranium to help ground you.

Steve walked to the living room from the kitchen and set the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. “Am I allowed to join this cuddle session?” he asked.

You made grabby hands toward him, directing him to your left side. Your Dada placed his arm on the back of the couch so he could be closer to his two favorite people. He let you play with his other hand, twiddling around with his fingers while you watched the show.

Today might’ve had a rough start, but you ended up right where you belong.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

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[matty-bear]

Maybe one for nick where reader has a panic attack sorta thing?

Haunted House Scare [N.S]

type: request ! this is also based of this request but i decided to merge them both into one fic ^^ (hope you guys don’t mind) 

pairing: nick sturniolo x male!reader

warnings: SFW, fluff, angst (???), panic attack, anxiety, haunted house, mentions of scare actors (their appearances are not fully described)

summary: what will happen when Nick invites you to join him and his brothers to a haunted house for a festive holiday vlog to celebrate Halloween? will your fears and already high anxiety get the best of you during this frightening experience or will you manage to pull through? 

notes: not completely sure if this is what you guys were looking for but when i started writing this, i couldn’t stop 😭 life laugh live the fall guys <3 hopefully you guys enjoy this ! i’m actually quite proud of it :3 happy reading ! 

WC: 4.7K

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The Fall season is a time of pure contentment and happiness for you. It’s your favorite season and time of the year and you wait for what seems like decades for it to come around. I mean, how would you not love the season? The breathtaking sight of the bright oranges and yellows filling the once dull green leaves as they cling to thin branches and the sight of all of them finally falling to the ground and covering the land with vibrant colors was a sight you could look at all day.

The crunching of the leaves that lay underneath your feet brought you pure joy and you often walked outside for hours just to hear the satisfying crunch with every step you take. 

God and the weather. The slight chilly yet warm weather that is brought will fall is what makes you the happiest. You're finally allowed to wear those sweaters you’ve had stashed in your closet and simply bundle yourself in warm clothes during this time of the year. 

Despite the fall being your safe haven, your mind didn’t allow you to be happy during this tranquil time of the year. Your anxiety had been at an all-time high all week and this morning seemed to make it worsen even more. Every little thing either caused you to have a small freak out or just get overwhelmed and break down as a whole. For instance, your neighbors, who have just recently moved in, have been moving all of their belongings into their house since early this morning. 

They weren't trying to be quiet about their actions whatsoever and the loud clattering of boxes and obnoxious beeping from moving trucks ran through your ears for at least two hours. Now, you are quite sensitive to sound so to say that this made you quite overwhelmed very quickly was quite an understatement. 

When you finally reached your breaking point, you sent a quick text to Nick telling him that you were coming over to his place. God knew that you were in desperate need of your boyfriend’s comfort right now.

When you saw that your text went through, you wasted no time in throwing on a random sweater and slipping your sneakers on. Before you left, you grabbed your headphones and set them over your ears in hopes of blocking the obnoxious sounds from outside. When you got yourself together, you finally left.

That brings us to now. 

You and Nick are currently hanging out in his bedroom. Nick’s room has to be second on your list of top ten things that bring you comfort. I mean from the soft LED lights, the stuffed animals lining up against the pillows resting against the headboard, the faint scent of pumpkin radiating through the air and filling your senses, everything in the room eased your mind very quickly.

Best of all, this room was Nick’s home, and the two of you stayed cooped up in his room for most of the time you two hung out. The boy knew how much you loved this small space of his so he always dragged you to his room when you came over. 

Nick’s bedroom was filled with comfortable silence as the male pressed you tightly against his chest.  You allowed yourself to fully relax against your boyfriend as you tucked yourself in the crook of Nick’s neck, your eyes closed shut and your senses filled with his calming cologne and the slight hint of the pumpkin candle on his nightstand every time you inhaled. 

“Babe?” Nick calls, his soft voice ripping through the silence filling the room. You lowly hum a reply after a few seconds, your body not moving an inch as you feel tiredness take over. “I forgot to tell you earlier but I need to film with Matt and Chris today.” 

You groggily open your eyes after a moment and shift a little in Nick’s lap to gaze up at him. “Like right now?” You ask, your words slurring together as you blink heavily. 

“Here in a few minutes, yeah. I can take you with us if you’d like. You don’t have to be seen on camera of course but you can still join us.” 

“Where are you guys going?” 

“A haunted house. The fans have been wanting us to go to one since the Sam and Colby collab got uploaded.” 

Ah yes, haunted houses. How could you forget that fall also welcomed the universally loved holiday, Halloween? You weren’t fond of haunted houses or anything that could frighten you because you just couldn’t handle being scared. When you were faced with something that frightened you, you immediately had a meltdown or a panic attack that lasted for quite some time. 

Due to this intense fear of yours, you also heavily disliked Halloween. You often hid yourself in your house when the holiday came around the corner to prevent yourself from facing the terrors that came with the holiday. The idea that people enjoy scaring others just for laughs was completely mind-boggling to you. 

God, why would your favorite time of the year also hold your most hated holiday? It’s like the universe didn’t want you to be happy. 

When you heard the words ‘haunted house’ escape Nick's lips, you immediately tensed up. Now, Nick knew you quite well but you did keep some things from him. It’s not like you’re keeping secrets from the boy but it was rather that you didn’t want him to view you as a male that was childish and couldn’t take on certain things because of your fears and whatnot.

If you couldn’t tell, you have yet to bring up your fears of haunted houses and anything scary to Nick yet. You were plenty aware of the fact that the boy adored Halloween and you didn’t want to hold him back from having fun on his favorite holiday just because you didn’t like the terrors that came with it. 

“A haunted house?” You ask, your voice slightly wavering. You can’t help but swallow dryly as you lock eyes with Nick. 

“Yeah, a haunted house.” The redhead confirms with a small head nod. “I’ve been wanting to go to one for a while but have opted not to since I’m a pussy but fans have been wanting us to go to one for quite some time. And since Halloween is coming around, I think it’d be the perfect opportunity for us to go and film our experience at a haunted house.” 

You hesitantly hum and slowly nod your head, your gaze shifting to your gray sweatpants. As silence fills the room, Nick’s eyebrows furrow together in worry as he gazes down at you. As the male gently grabs your face and tilts your head up to meet your eyes he says, “Hey, you alright? You got quiet.” 

“Yeah I'm fine, don’t worry.” You reply, a little too quickly for Nick’s liking. You slowly take a deep inhale through your nose in hopes of clearing your head before you add to your previous statement, “I’ll go with you guys.” 

Nick’s eyes lighten up the moment that statement leaves your lips. He lands a long and lingering kiss on your temple before saying, “Yay! I’ll text Matt and tell him you're coming with us.” 

You softly nod your head and go back to leaning against Nick’s chest as he hurriedly takes his phone out of his pocket. As the male busies himself with his cell for a few minutes, you shakily exhale and force your lips together. 

Wasn’t this going to be delightful. 

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After quite a while of persuading, pushing, and pulling, you finally stood in front of a large broken-down haunted house. The whole demeanor of the building terrified you. From the dark and rusted wood, the broken windows that seem to be handing onto their hinges for dear life, and the graveyard -which you’re hoping is fake- in the front yard, the house that loomed over you caused a cold shiver to run down your spine. 

Now, the boys decided that they would go out a little early just before the sunset, so they wouldn't have to go home late. Despite the sun still being out for the most part, the way it peeked out from behind the top roof and cast dark shadows over every nick and cranny of the front half of the building added to your anxiousness. 

As you stand at the steps leading up to the front door, your senses begin to crawl up to their all-time high. You hear every single crow in the trees nearby, the small, pebble-like rocks rolling around the road every time a car passes, and the leaves brushing against each other as the wind harshly blows. Your immediate thought was ‘What the hell did I just agree to?’ as you continued to have a stare-down with the house. 

The moment you open your mouth to call your boyfriend, a sudden hand being set on your shoulder causes you to harshly flinch and let out a small shout. You quickly turn on your heels and stare wide-eyed at Chris who’s directly behind you, a look of guilt and worry filling his eyes as he takes in your frightened and tense state. 

“Sorry for scaring you, I really didn’t mean to.” Chris apologizes, “You doing okay? You don’t look so good…” 

“I’m fine.” You blurt out, a forced smile appearing on your lips. As Chris goes to comment on your behavior, the loud sound of crunching leaves rings through your ears like nails on a chalkboard. This sound was usually one of your favorites but at times like these, you simply couldn’t handle it. In response to the sound, both your hands quickly raise and cup over your ears in hopes of blocking or muffling the sound. 

“Are you guys ready to head in?” Matt's voice rings through your ears as he makes an appearance next to Chris, a wide smile clear on his lips. 

“Hell yeah, let’s get this shit done,” Chris replies, the sound of his hands loudly clasping together as he claps causing you to flinch and take a step back. Apparently, you take a few too many steps back and bump into something behind you. Frightened, you quickly turn around to look back at what you bumped into. A heavy exhale escapes your lips however when your gaze lands on your boyfriend who’s gazing down at you, a worried expression clear on his face. 

“Are you alright?” Nick asks, his voice low, as to make sure he wouldn’t gain the attention of his two brothers standing a few steps in front of him. 

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You reply, your tone coming off a little harsher than intended. If there was one thing you didn’t like, it was people asking if you were okay. Even if they had good intentions, you simply didn’t like people being so upfront with you. 

Nick, noticing your sudden change in your demeanor simply by your tone, immediately drops the conversation, knowing better to not press you with more questions. He takes a moment to scan you and take in your body language before he wordlessly wraps his arms around your biceps and brings you against him for a warm embrace. You immediately find yourself melting in the male’s arms, your eyes closing as you take in your boyfriend’s warmth. 

“You’re so fucking warm.” You breathe out. 

“And you’re pretty cold.” Nick chuckles, his head dipping down so he can land a quick peck on your cheek. He doesn’t pull his face away when he’s done and when he begins to nestle his nose against the side of your face and down your jawline, a flurry of soft laughter bubbles up your throat. 

“Nick!” You exclaim, your eyes wrinkling due to how hard you're smiling. “The hell are you doing?”  

“I love your stubble,” Nick mumbles in response, his minty breath fanning your face and neck. “I’m not the type of guy to be controlling or some shit but please don’t shave. I mean that in the least controlling way possible, I promise.” 

“Okay, okay, I won't! Now cut it out, it feels weird!” Nick hums against your skin and peppers your face in light kisses for a few moments, drawing even more soft laughter from you. 

Your small moment gets cut off when Matt’s voice comes up from behind you, “Alright you two, let’s go now. You can do this later.” 

Nick immediately stops what he’s doing and lifts his head to lock eyes with Matt who’s already looking at him. He narrows his eyes at the boy and lands one more peck on your lips before he reluctantly pulls out of the hug. 

“C'mon, Matt’s being grumpy and tough again,” Nick grumbles as he takes his hand in yours and drags you towards the haunted house. 

“I’m not being fucking tough or grumpy!” Matt retaliates with a huff, the hand that’s holding the vlog camera rising in the air. 

“It’s your tone, Matthew!” Nick remarks, “I suggest you fix it before I tip the scare actors extra to be ruthless with you.” 

You hear Matt mumble something under his breath behind you as you walk closer to the front door of the house. When you approach the door, fear immediately floods your veins when you see white and red lights flashing inside and reflecting against the rusted window in the center of the door. You completely forgot what you were signed up for and where you were when you were wrapped in Nick’s arms, however, the moment you stood face to face with the haunted house, everything came crashing down onto you like a tidal wave. 

God do you have so many regrets right now. 

“Chris, do you mind recording on your phone? I want to get as many angles as possible for the video.” Nick asks, his head turning so he can momentarily lock eyes with the younger male who’s standing behind him. 

“Yeah, I don't mind,” Chris replies, quickly fishing his phone out of the pocket of his camo cargos and opening his camera. After ensuring that everyone, except you, has a device open and recording, Nick finally opens the front door with a loud creak. Immediately, the four of you are greeted with a large, trashed, and dark entrance. 

“Fucking hell…” You mumble under your breath, being careful not to get your voice to pick up on any of the recordings. To say you weren’t ready for this experience was quite an understatement. It took Nick a rather good tug for you to be pulled into the dark house. As your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness around you, you desperately clung onto Nick’s bicep, your nails digging into the soft clothing of his sweater. 

The redhead didn’t mind your action whatsoever and let you be as he focused his attention on ensuring that Matt and Chris made it inside. Once he can briefly make out their silhouettes behind him, he decides to slowly walk deeper inside the house. As the four of you slowly walked, the sound of crunching papers and clattering glass sounded through your ears. None of the scare actors have come out yet, which you were very grateful for, however, the eerie and loud classical music that played was freaking you out enough. 

You were innerly thanking whoever decided on the lighting for the candles that were placed against the walls and on some fixtures you guys passed, even though they flickered a lot and made your anxiety spike even more. As Nick proceeds to talk to the cameras and guide the four of you deeper and deeper inside the creaky, old house, you begin to grow more paranoid. 

You felt as though your head was spinning and the fact that you couldn’t see what was in front of you was making everything worse. Your mind eventually started to make forms and faces in the dark, presumably to scare you, and it was working. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your palms began to grow sweaty as all the small notices ran through your ears and heightened your senses. 

You knew you weren’t going to make it very long. You were terrified. The scare actors haven’t even made an appearance yet and- 

A sudden blood-curdling, high-pitched scream rings through your ears, followed by a woman jumping out from behind a cupboard. A scream rips through your throat and your fight or flight instincts immediately kick in. 

You chose flight. 

You quickly bolt in the opposite direction of where the lady is standing in front of you. You could faintly make out someone calling after you but your main thought was that you needed out and you needed out right now. 

You clumsily ran down the dark halls, your body continuously colliding with numerous pieces of furniture. That was sure to leave a few marks but you paid no attention to the pain that coursed through your veins with every collision you experienced. 

Where the hell is the exit?! 

As you sharply turn a corner, you’re immediately met with another actor screaming directly into your face. Another scream rips out of you and you immediately begin to scramble backwards. However, to your dismay, you slip on the rug beneath you and land straight on your ass. At this point, tears are profusely streaming out of your eyes. As you begin to sob your heart out and back up on your hands, your breath gets caught in your throat and it’s suddenly a lot harder to take in breaths of air. 

Fucking hell. 

When your back finally collides with a wall, you allow your legs to curl up to your chest. As you desperately claw at your chest and continue to sob loudly, you shout for the person you need the most. “Nick!” You sob out, your voice coming out hoarse and rough. At this point, your entire body is shaking and you're struggling to take in breaths of air. You would usually know how to ground yourself during panic attacks but it seems impossible right now considering your current environment. 

When you feel someone grab your shoulders, you let out a strangled scream and begin to scurry off again. However, when you manage to pick up Nick’s voice, you stop trying to run off. 

“y/n, it’s just me! it’s just me I promise. I got you, I'm right here, baby.” Nick exclaims, his strong grip on your shoulders loosening so as not to frighten you more. 

“Nick-“ You choke out, “I can’t-“ 

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Nick’s right here, okay? Let’s get you out of here, come on.” Nick quickly hooks his arms under your legs and behind your back before picking you up off the floor. As you desperately cling onto the male like your life depends on it, the male sprints off towards the front door of the house. It only took a few minutes for Nick to find the door and the moment he opened it, the wind greets you by slapping you directly in the face. 

You don’t have time to adjust your eyes to the moonlight shining directly in front of you before Nick rushes to the front lawn and crouches down. The boy wasted no time in forcing your body around so you were facing him and cupping your face in his hands. 

“y/n I need you to breathe for me, okay? I’m going to help guide you through it but I need you to at least try for me, alright? Do you think you can do that for me, hun?” Nick asks, his thumbs getting to work on wiping the never-ending stream of tears seeping from your eyes. After your mind registers the male’s statement, you slowly nod your head. “Okay, feel my heartbeat. Feel how my chest rises and focus on it, you hear?” 

You nod your head again and the next thing you know, Nick takes both of your hands and sets them on his chest. It takes a moment for your fingers to pick up on the subtle thumping of your redhead’s heartbeat but when they do, you feel yourself feel a little more at ease. As you focus all of your attention on the steady rise and fall of Nick’s chest, you attempt to follow through with his breathing exercises. 

“In through your nose, out through your mouth. Deep breaths for me.” 

In. 

And out. 

After you manage to finally take some air back into your lungs without it taking all of your energy, you feel your mind clear up a bit. “Good, you’re doing amazing, baby,” Nick whispers, planting a quick kiss on your nose. “Now shut your eyes and think of my room. You remember all the scents there, yes? Picture yourself sitting in my room and picking out all the smells.” 

You simply hum in response, too tired to verbally respond, before you shut your eyes. As you picture yourself sitting on Nick’s bed, in the safe tranquility of his room, you allow yourself to remember all of the familiar scents that flood your scenes there. Nick’s pumpkin-flavored candles, his vanilla cologne, the smell of freshly washed bed sheets and clothes, the faint smell of mint from the lip balm nearby on the duvet. 

It’s home. 

As a heavy exhale leaves your lips, your eyes slowly open. You allow your senses to take in everything around you, from the grass poking into your clothes, the wind whipping through your hair, and the moonlight shining on your irises. 

You were finally at peace. 

“Hey,” Nick calls, his hands making their way up to both sides of your face. “Are you okay?” 

“I am now, thank you.” You reply through a heavy exhale. As you send Nick a small smile, the male sighs and brings you to his chest, both of his arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly. 

“I’m not going to pry and you can tell me when you want but, what happened back there? We were all screaming when the scare actor came out and the next thing I knew you're gone. You fucking scared me so bad.” You force your lips together into a straight line as Nick buries his face in your hair, the faint smell of your shampoo mixed with the lingering scent of your cologne immediately filling his senses. 

You immediately felt your heart twist in regret at Nick’s words. Part of you deeply regretted running off with no warning while another part of you was telling you that you did the right thing. However, you were also aware of how badly you must’ve frightened the triplets. You know how Nick felt, due to him just telling you, but what about Matt and Chris? 

You didn’t want to keep either of the boys in the dark, especially after what just happened. They deserved to know why you acted how you did.  They deserved some sort of explanation. 

“Umm..” You start, your voice barely coming out above a whisper. You feel Nick shift underneath you, probably so that he can get a better look at you. “Can you tell Matt and Chris about this later? Like, fill them in? I would tell them but I feel.. embarrassed.” 

A few beats of silence pass by before Nick replies, “Yeah, of course.” As you try to gather the words to explain what happened, Nick intently looks down at you. He unwraps one arm from around your shoulder to gently cup the side of your face, his thumb immediately beginning to caress the stubble on your jawline. You immediately feel at ease from the delicate touch, your mind momentarily going blank as you lean into Nick’s palm. 

“Well for starters, I get scared easily and just can’t handle anything scary n shit like that. I know that seems very pussy of me, but it just really freaks me out and causes a meltdown or like you saw earlier a panic attack.” You begin, your words coming out every so slowly as you refrain from making eye contact with the male above you, “I’m not the biggest fan of Halloween since the holiday is all about scaring people but I didn't want to tell you because I know you love the holiday and look forward to it every year. When you mentioned the haunted house idea, I originally didn’t want to go but I couldn't say no to you. I wanted to back out the second we got here but I didn’t want to seem like a baby in front of you guys so I just kept my mouth shut.” 

When you finish your quick explanation and silence fills the air, you begin to panic. Your mind immediately starts flooding with negative thoughts that are laced with regret and embarrassment and before you allow yourself to get lost in them, Nick’s voice silences all of them. “Babe, just because you have fears doesn’t mean you’re a pussy or a baby. Everyone has their fears, some have it worse than others, but that’s just how it is. I wish you told me about your strong dislike for this stuff but I completely understand why you didn’t want to tell me. I’ll make sure nothing frightening steps in your path okay? I’ll make sure you're safe and away from all that shit. Thank you for telling me, baby. I really appreciate it.” 

As Nick tilts your head up and brings you in for a kiss, you can’t help but smile widely against his lips. When he pulls away, your smile doesn’t falter and you opt to hide your slightly flushed face in your boyfriend’s chest. Nick can’t help but chuckle softly at the sight of your flusteredness, a cheesy smile growing on his lips as he dips down and lands more gentle pecks on the crown of your head. 

“I love you.” You mumble, your voice muffled due to the redhead’s sweater being against your mouth. 

“I love you more baby,” Nick says with a smile. “Do you want to get in the car? I feel like the grass and leaves aren’t the most comfortable things to sit on.” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Alright then, let’s go.” With a soft tap on your hip, you get up from Nick’s lap and stand to your feet. As you stretch out your sore limbs and take in the fresh night air, Nick stands up with a soft grunt. “Come on.” The male gently takes your hand in his and guides you toward the van. The moment he opens up the passenger door, Matt and Chris quickly whip their heads around to look over at the two of you, their once worried expressions falling and exchanging with one of relief. 

“You okay, kid?” Matt asks. 

“Yup.” You reply simply. As you crawl into the backseat and sit down, your gaze immediately shifts up to the two brothers looking back at you. Feeling a little intimidated by their strong stares, you quickly look over to your right to watch Nick settle himself in the seat next to you. After shutting the door with a soft thud, he looks over at you, an immediate smile overtaking his lips as he locks eyes with you. When he gives you a small wink, you bite back a giggle and quickly look away to hide the heat rushing up your face. 

“Can we get McDonald’s, please? I’m hungry.” Nick asks, one of his arms rushing to grab his seatbelt and pull it over his front half. 

“Yeah, sure. You guys wanna go home after that or…” Matt replies, his voice trailing off as he begins to check all of his mirrors. 

“We can go home,” Chris says as he reaches for the aux cord. As the brunette connects his phone and begins searching for music to play, Matt backs out of the driveway and drives off. As Highs and Lows by Lil Skies fills your ears, you find yourself leaning against Nick’s shoulder. The latter responds to your affection by wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you even closer to him. As you shut your eyes and get comfortable with your boyfriend, your mind runs free from all the negative and anxious thoughts you’ve had all day. You were finally at peace with your mind and fully allowed yourself to be absorbed in Nick’s presence for the remainder of the night.  

God, do you love this boy so much. 

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Sheltered: Chapter 4

More updates later today! The sisters take the hybrids to get some clothing and deal with some enlightening developments.

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{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Choi Soobin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hybrids

{Summary:} Realization finally dawned on Lily, knowing she now had the responsibility of three hybrids rather than three dogs. Her eyes grew wide while her eyebrows rose up in wonder before she turned her attention to her sister. The shocked expression of Rose had her smile sheepishly. “Well, at least we don’t have to name them.”

{Warnings:} Mild Angst, Mature Language, Mild Sexual Content, Awkward Flirting

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“I’m home!” Lily hollered stepping into the house with a small bundle of clothes in her arms. She walked through the main hallway, noticing Rose’s bedroom door was closed before moving towards the living room. Her heart swelled to find the three hybrids comfortably draped along the couch while the television played in the background. She wanted them to feel at home and seeing them naturally relaxed around the house reassured her of her decision. 

She glanced around the room to assess the amount of damage control she would need to accommodate. She was surprised to find it in the same condition that it was left, which she was thoroughly grateful for. With a sigh, she finally met the bright smile of Taehyun. “I brought you some proper clothes.” She propped the bundle up to give him a better view. She gestured her head towards her bedroom, “Let’s get you dressed, and I’ll take you guys shopping.”

Taehyun jumped off the couch and scurried towards her to grab the outfit she gathered from an old ad campaign her company did. She turned to the other two men with her hands casually resting on her hips. “After that, we’ll get pizza. Sound good?” It was mostly a rhetorical question, but she picked up on the confused expression shared between Soobin and Jungkook. “Wait, can you eat pizza? What can you have?”

“We’re hybrids, not pets. We can eat what you eat.” Jungkook deadpanned, he had little to no patience after dealing with Rose’s foul attitude. Lily cringed at his response, wishing she hadn’t put her foot in her mouth. She didn’t want to be like most people who considered hybrids more like animals than humans. Jungkook sensed a spike in her nerves as she began overthinking her next question. He cleared his throat, correcting the tone of his voice as he realized Lily was only trying to be accommodating to him and his brothers. “We’ve just never had pizza.”

“Oh, well we don’t have to get pizza then-” She began but was cut off by Jungkook.

“Pizza sounds good.” He gave her a tight smile before turning his attention back towards the television so that the conversation would end on that note. 

Lily’s mouth hung open a small bit, adjusting to his abrasiveness as she found Soobin’s narrow stare watching her. She laughed the nerves away as she flashed him a reassuring smile despite the overwhelming feeling hanging over her. Taehyun finally emerged from the bedroom in the button-up shirt and slacks she grabbed from work. The clothes clearly didn’t suit him as they were too formal and slightly large on his frame.

“Alright, I’ll get Rose and then we can leave.” She quickly dashed down the hall, opening the door of her sister’s room with only the warning sound of a knock before disrupting her. Once in the room, she noticed Rose bundled up in her pillows with her laptop sitting on the duvet and headphones over her ears. Rose glanced up at her sister, pulling the headphones off her head with an annoyed sigh. “What now?”

Lily bit back a retort to the tone of her sister, trying to avoid a fight. “They need new clothes, so we need to go to the store.”

Rose blinked up at her older sister, “I’m not paying for them. You wanted them, you can take care of their bills.”

Lily rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I’m not asking you to pay, but I need your help.”

“With what?” She scrunched her nose and squinted her eyes, thoroughly agitated with the idea of going anywhere with Jungkook. 

Lily bit her lip, avoiding her sister’s scrutinizing stare. “Well, I could use your help managing them in the store, picking out outfits, and…using your car.” Even though Lily muttered the last part, Rose heard it all too well as she tossed herself back on the bed with a groan.

—

 Rose never wanted a car drive to be so short in her life. Despite her protests, Lily convinced her to take the SUV because putting the boys in the bed of the truck was “unsafe.” However, almost instantly Soobin discovered how the windows rolled down in the back seat. Thus began the battle between Rose and Jungkook, where he was defiantly pressing the button down and she would have to bring it back up as they drove on the interstate to their destination. Everyone was annoyed by the harsh wind reverberating through the window, but Jungkook refused to back down. It wasn’t until Rose decided to use the child safety function that the fight ceased. 

 It was only about a 15-minute drive, but everyone felt an uncomfortable storm brewing behind the demeanors of Jungkook and Rose, dragging time slowly as they waited for the eye of the hurricane to pass before the storm reared its head. Lily sighed in relief when they finally parked in the lot and quickly got the three hybrids into the store for some much-needed distance with her aggravated sister.

 She grabbed a cart before looking at the men, “Okay, grab some shirts and pants then we’ll try them for size. You can pile what you find in the cart.” Jungkook rapidly dashed off towards the racks as Soobin and Taehyun stayed back waiting for Lily to guide them through the shopping experience. Rose went off on her own as well, casually looking through the racks simply for the soothing therapy that came from finding the variety of styles and color schemes.

 Lily tried to gauge their measurements, noticing that Jungkook was going through the racks for larger sizes. She quirked her eyebrow curiously but proceeded to point out some areas for the other two to start their search. While the boys were busy looking through shirts, she took the liberty to start looking through the men’s pants, guessing at their waist size. Her head was getting whiplash as she flickered between the expanse of the material and the width of Soobin’s waist. 

 “What about this?” She heard from behind her. Lily twirled around to find Taehyun holding out a light-colored jacket to show her. 

 She smiled reassuringly, “Yeah, that’ll be good in case you get cold.”

 “And this?” Soobin moved in close on the other side of her, placing a white long-sleeve shirt in her view. She turned towards him, startled by his abrupt presence practically caging her between himself, Taehyun, and the cart with her back brushing against the clothes hanging on the rack.

 “Yeah, yeah. Just put it in the cart, we’ll pick out some favorites later.” She reminded him, feeling overwhelmed as his figure towered slightly over her. She breathed as he placed his item in the cart and walked back to the racks, Taehyun also moving by to add his shirt. Lily turned back to the pants, continuing her attempts at guessing the boy’s sizes.

 Rose was feathering through the hangers, her blue eyes dancing over the patterns on the fabric until something caught her eye. She heard the harsh sound of metal hangers dragging across the racks aggressively and glanced up to find Jungkook, not too far off from her, creating large gaps between the clothes for better viewing. She then noticed the large bundle of items hanging over his shoulder before realizing he took everything off the hangers.

 She could only wonder where they might have been at that point, questioning if Jungkook might have been creating a mess for the workers. Then she watched as he pulled a shirt off the hanger and threw it over his shoulder, confirming her suspicions that he was simply leaving empty hangers wherever he found them. She considered scolding him for his terrible shopping etiquette, but decided against it, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not my problem. Lily can handle it.”

 Lily finally gave up and called Taehyun over so that she could hold some different pant sizes against his body for a more accurate measure. She held the jeans up to his hips, making sure the denim curled a little past his front so that it wasn’t too snug on his frame. He was the smallest of the three so finding his size was fairly easy. Then she called Soobin over and felt the process was more tedious since he was so tall and lean. 

 As she held up a pair of pants up against his hips, he stepped forward, invading her space once again. When she moved back to get a better look, he followed. “Soobin, stop moving.” She groaned, feeling flushed under his soft stare. He only smiled as he sensed the rapid beat of her heart compared to the steady pace she usually had. 

 She worked fast to get his size so that she could clear her mind, annoyed with herself about how easily she was bothered by his existence. She felt like she was in high school all over again, getting nervous about the boys in her class, where she would choke and crawl into her shell if they asked to borrow a pencil. She hasn’t been in a relationship in a long while and it was beginning to look obvious. 

 “Okay, got it. You can go.” She pulled the jeans away from his body and threw them into the cart then turned back towards the rack to find some other styles. The nerves in her back tingled as they warned her that Soobin still stood just behind her and seemed to move closer to her. 

She felt a pressure on her shoulder and turned her head to find Soobin’s chin resting on her, a cute round smile on his face with small divots in his cheek. “I’m done.” He explained simply, enjoying the sweet smell of coconut that wafted from her. 

“Oh, okay.” She glanced in the other direction, unintentionally shoving her hair in his face as she observed the cart to see it nearly full. She turned back to him when he pulled away to sniffle his nose from the feathery touch of her brown hair. “Well, help me find the others and we’ll go to the fitting rooms.” 

Soobin went to retrieve Taehyun while Lily looked around for signs of the independent doberman. She found him at the far end of the men’s department with a hefty pile of solid dark and white fabrics slewed over his shoulder. She pushed the cart as she approached him, “Hey, we’re going to try things on. You ready?” She asked, waiting for him to look up at her.

He shrugged, “I don’t need to try anything.” 

She acknowledged the sizes he went through were much larger. “Are you sure? These are gonna be pretty big.”

He didn’t respond, simply throwing the pile of his things in the small compartment of the cart that allowed small children to sit. He moved past her and walked towards the others without another word. Lily gapped like a fish, still adjusting to his mannerisms. “What about pants?” She called out, following after him.

After convincing Jungkook to at least try on some bottoms and getting Rose’s help to judge, the women waited patiently as the three hybrids changed in the dressing room. Lily leaned on the handles of the cart while Rose leaned her hip against the front with her foot resting on the undercarriage. The younger woman was scrolling through her phone, hoping to pass the time while waiting between changes. 

“Come out when you have clothes on!” Lily announced as she grew wary of the amount of time it took for them to change. Suddenly, Jungkook’s door opened to reveal him in nothing but a fitting pair of gray sweatpants with his bare chest glaring under the fluorescent lights of the thrift store. The girl's eyes went wide in surprise as he stood proudly half-naked for the other shoppers to witness his impressive physique.

Rose’s eyes traveled over the plains of his body, roaming over the peaks of his muscles before she snapped back to cover the view of his naked body with the palm of her hand. “Where the hell is your shirt?”

Lily cringed, “JK, you gotta keep your shirt on.” She moved across and gestured him back inside as Soobin and Taehyun emerged in their new outfits. The hybrids were acutely aware of the increase in the women’s heart rates as Lily tried to conceal Jungkook’s virtue. He simply smirked at the others before going back into the fitting room, thrilled by the attention he received from the two women, specifically the more difficult sister. 

Soobin whined in his throat when the girls seemed distracted by Jungkook but was happy when the noise he made turned their stares in his direction. Lily stepped back for a better look at the pair and was weirdly in awe of the simple styles that seemed to suit them almost perfectly. Taehyun was wearing a thin striped shirt, jeans, and a dark jacket thrown over his shoulders, which flattered him. Soobin was in a plain t-shirt with jeans, but Lily couldn’t deny that the simple fabrics complemented his handsome features. He didn’t need anything vibrant to make him stand out. 

“Tae, I love the stripes on you. It’s such a vibe.” Rose complimented wholeheartedly. The younger hybrid beamed with excitement before dashing into the fitting room to try another outfit. Rose giggled at his actions, appreciating how easygoing he was compared to Jungkook. 

“Is this good?” Soobin asked, seeking the same praise Taehyun received. Rose didn’t have much of an opinion since the outfit was pretty simple. 

Lily seemed to snap out of her trance and smiled reassuringly. “Yeah, you look great.” He returned the expression, his divots reappearing before he went back into the fitting room as well.  Once he was gone, Rose looked at Lily expectantly and cleared her throat. When they met each other’s gaze, she spoke. “You are so obvious.” She chuckled as her sister’s eyes grew wide with accusation.

“Shut the hell up.” Lily huffed with a roll of her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Rose only laughed harder when her sister became defensive by her statement. 

—

 After the hybrids settled on a few outfits to wear regularly and some other necessities, the dysfunctional family returned home. Lily ordered a variety of pizza pies since their fridge was empty from the three garbage disposals that moved in. Rose nestled herself into the corner of the sectional, clicking through all the streaming services to pick a movie. After a monotonous search, the girls settled on showing the boys a scary movie. Rose hoped to see the reactions of Jungkook with her fingers crossed for him to be scared by the movie. 

 Lily sat on the opposite side of the sectional with her feet resting on the chaise while Taehyun cuddled up next to her, resting his head on her so that she could massage his scalp with her fingertips. Soobin sat in the middle of Taehyun and Rose while Jungkook hugged the far end of the couch, keeping a distance from the others. The movie began and everyone settled into their spots, letting their bodies sink into the cushions as the tension in the movie slowly grew more intense. 

 Soobin and Taehyun were on edge as the movie progressed while Jungkook seemed unphased. A particular scene was playing out the intense music that led off to a jump scare, the bass rumbling through the speakers and shaking the core of the audience. Taehyun clung to Lily as he watched the movie curiously, exceedingly suspicious of what awaited them just around the corner of the dim hallway the actor was creeping through.

DING DONG!

Taehyun yelped at the sound of the doorbell as Soobin and Jungkook snarled in the direction of the front door, their defenses on high alert from the lingering scent just beyond the entrance. “Oh, pizza’s here!” Lily pulled away from Taehyun, skipping towards the door to greet the delivery driver. The hybrids watched intently as she briefly thanked the driver before walking back towards the kitchen to place the thin boxes of pizza on the counter. “Come get it!”

Rose paused the movie as the men rapidly jumped from the couch with excitement. They inhaled the scent of the food, letting their mouths drool from the delicious taste as Lily handed them paper plates. She ordered various toppings since it was their first time trying pizza and she only hoped they enjoyed it as much as any other person. Jungkook stacked slice after slice on his plate, creating a small tower before dashing off to the couch to begin eating his food. Soobin and Taehyun followed Rose’s lead of taking two slices at a time with the promise of having seconds if they were still hungry for more. 

Lily waited last to grab her pieces of the pie before joining the others back in the living room. Rose resumed the movie while they ate and then watched intently to see the reactions of the hybrids as they encountered the flavors of the pizza. Lily chuckled as she watched Jungkook devour the food on his plate unapologetically, assuming that he seemed to enjoy the taste even just a little. Soobin shyly bit into his food, chewing thoroughly to divulge and savor the mixture. Taehyun’s eyes were large with wonder as he enjoyed his first piece before excitedly scarfing down the rest.

The girls watched the hybrids happily enjoy their meals, imagining the rapid wag of their tails if they were in their dog form. After they finished eating, the movie ended and Rose clicked on the suggested title that showed up during the credits, indulging in another movie for their first official night together. While she wasn’t completely on board with the idea of being the caregiver of three grown hybrids, she wanted to at least make living there as painless as possible by keeping them busy. 

Jungkook was mindlessly watching the movie, unbothered by the jump scares of the scenes when he began to smell a swirl of sweetness suffocating his senses. He inhaled the scent deeper, trying to pinpoint the delicious scent only to realize it was coming from just next to him. Rose’s usual floral cream smell was heightened by the hint of sugar as her body prepared itself for fertilization. His mind was hazy with lustful intent as vivid images of filling her with his seed became ingrained in his brain. 

Rose was only partially paying attention to the movie as she scrolled through social media on her phone. She laughed to herself at a meme her friend shared before feeling the cushions around her sink from a shift in weight. She glanced up, startled to find Jungkook and Soobin leaning in close. “Um, excuse me. Back up.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she pushed Jungkook’s face from getting any closer. 

“You smell good.” Soobin whispered from deep in his diaphragm, the sound similar to a growl as his being dripped with need from the intoxicating scent. 

Lily glanced over from the small whispers that distracted her from her movie, surprised to see the two hybrids literally cornering her sister. “What are you guys doing?” Her voice was harsh, uncomfortable with the predatory look in Jungkook’s eyes as he stared her sister down. 

Taehyun lifted his head from her lap, catching a whiff of the sweet smell drifting from Rose. “She’s ovulating.” He stated, trying to blow the scent from his nose to avoid getting heated from her smell. 

Rose was shocked by Taehyun’s statement, the hovering presence of Soobin and Jungkook finally clicking as she realized they had ill intentions for her affections. “Oh my god! Are you kidding me?” She abruptly got up from the couch, pushing past the two offending men to break free from their intensity. She glared at her sister, “I can’t believe you brought home these horny mongrels. I’m going to my room, where I’m safe.”

Rose made a statement by slamming her bedroom door before catapulting herself on the bed and burying herself under the duvet to hide from her new reality. In her makeshift tent, she pulled out her phone as the bright light illuminating the screen projected over the fabric of her sheets and tapped on Taehyung’s contact. She needed to vent and she clearly couldn’t do that with her sister, the root of her problems, so she reached out to her dear friend from class. 

“Hello?” His deep voice instantly soothed her as she pressed her ear to her phone. 

She smiled as her heart leaped in her chest, “Hey. Are you busy?”

“Uh, no. Why? What’s up?” On the other end of the phone call, he tucked the device between his shoulder and ear while he stirred his ramen noodles.

She sighed dramatically, “I’m just overwhelmed and I could use a friend.”

He smiled, biting his lip as she referred to him as a friend. He loved that in her time of need, she thought to reach out to him. “What’s bothering you?” He quietly stole a sip of his broth, waiting for her response.

She clicked her tongue with annoyance, “My sister insisted on bringing home three dogs…and they’re not like little puppies. They’re large, full-grown dogs.” She strategically emphasized her words to convey the weight of the situation.

“Wow, three. That is a lot…Where did she find them?” He asked, curious about the abrupt presence of three dogs in his classmate's life.  

Rose felt a small pang of guilt as she remembered their story about their previous home. “She found them abandoned on the road.” 

Taehyung felt a sadness in the pit of his stomach as he was a lover of animals. “Oh, that’s terrible. It’s nice that she took them in, but if it’s too much she should take them to the shelter.”

Rose knew they couldn’t. “Yeah, but she’s already attached.” She pressed the pads of her fingers to her temple, “Honestly, there’s only one that’s a problem, but I know she won’t get rid of him.”    “Oh?”

 “Yeah, he’s a doberman. He doesn’t listen to me, like at all.” She huffed, causing a small laugh to escape Taehyung’s lips from the speaker of the phone. “It’s not funny. He’s such a brat.”

 Despite the annoyance in her voice, Taehyung imagined a cute pout on her lips as she spoke and he couldn’t take her seriously. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. You just sound cute when you’re mad.” She rolled her eyes in response and sarcastically laughed. He settled his laughter and spoke up again, “Well, if you ever need to escape the beasty, we can always go out together.”

 He froze as he realized how that might have sounded and panicked as he waited for her interruption. Rose bit her lip, her cheeks feeling flush with the idea of going on a date with the ever-handsome Taehyung. “Go out?” She probed, hoping he might ask her on a proper date.

 He stumbled and cleared his throat, “Yeah, you know, hang out.” He quickly clarified, avoiding the possible rejection. 

 Her shoulders dropped and she was glad that she wasn’t talking to him in person to see her disappointment. She swallowed her emotions, “Oh yeah. That would be great.” She hummed a little unsure of what else to say and settled on calling it a night. “Thanks for letting me vent, but I should head to bed. Talk to you later.” Taehyung shared the same sentiments before they wished each other a good night. Rose sighed as she pressed the ‘end call’ button and let her phone drop from her hand. She smothered her face into the plush of her mattress cover, “Fuck my life.”

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#bts hybrid au #bts hybrid smut #jeon jungkook #choi soobin #kang taehyun #bts fanfic #txt fanfic

[flowersfromautumn]

be my baby (i’ll look after you)

Harry relapses, but Louis is there to hold him. Because that's what boyfriends do.

tw: somewhat graphic descriptions of self-harm, implied closeting (via management)

cw: there is a minor minor mention of Caroline flack in this one shot. i only did this because she was Harry's rumoured girlfriend at the time this fic is set (around 2011). this was not meant to disrespect her or any family and friends of hers and was not meant to insult her in any way. Rip.

The flat was quiet when Louis got back.

Which was…well, it was weird, to say the least.

Harry should be back by now - there were no pap walks with Caroline scheduled that day (which disgusted Louis to even think about), or any shopping that needed doing. Besides, the hall light was on, which meant his boyfriend had to be home. They never left the lights on.

Louis strained his ears for any sound of running water that might indicate a shower or any soft, light music that might indicate a bath, but-

Silence.

Weird.

“Haz?” Louis called gently into the flat, listening carefully as it carried through the rooms. He was met again with silence before a sudden thump sounded from the other end of the flat, startling Louis but relieving him all the more because Harry was home. But after, another all-consuming silence. “Harry, babe?”

The silence was deafening. (Which he’d always thought was a stupid thing to say considering the entire point of silence was that it was…well, silent, but there really was no other way to describe it. It was pressing him in from all sides, making him feel small and cornered and tense. It was weird above all else because it was so, so unlike Harry and god, Louis was worried.

He kicked off his scuffed Toms by the rack, not bothering to place them on it (Harry hated when he did that, but Louis was worried, okay?) and trod carefully down the remainder of the carpeted hallway, and into the open plan living-kitchen area. He passed the framed photos on the wall (including a picture of the couple in Paris, as well as one of them and the boys, and a photo of Louis and Harry’s families all together last Christmas) and despite the hall light being on, noticed that none of the others were, apart from the slight glow of the muted TV.

Passing the kitchen area, the red numbers blinked at him, taunting him with their flash of ‘18:09’, he noticed the throw blanket that usually resided on the back of the sofa was thrown haphazardly onto the carpeted living-room floor, as though Harry had been in a rush to leave it.

Louis was so, so worried.

He made his way gently down the second carpeted corridor, towards the direction of their bedroom, positive that Harry would be there if not anywhere else. Maybe he was just overreacting and Harry was dancing in their room (which would explain the thump) with his headphones in. It wouldn't be the first time.

However, as Louis reached for the door handle, he heard a thump from just around the corner. Which was by far the weirdest thing that had happened tonight, considering the only thing of interest there was their guest bedroom and bathroom (or Louis’ bedroom, if the press were to ever ask).

What the fuck?

Louis was still so, so worried and now maybe a little scared.

Despite the fact that every horror movie in the history of horror movies told him to never, ever go towards a strange noise in your house and to, instead, get the fuck out as fast as you can, Louis wanted his boy.

So - like an idiot - he headed towards the guest bed-bathroom, still so very, very confused as to what Harry could possibly be doing in there.

“Haz?” Louis called again with a gentle knock on the guest bedroom door. The silence Louis had grown to expect was broken by faint, muffled sniffling from the door next to where Louis was standing. The previous worry and concern he had been feeling were quickly replaced with an overwhelming feeling of dread, that quickly flooded his body, filling every miller-litre of blood and every inch of his nerves and every particle of his soul. His body almost shook with it and all Louis could hope was oh God, not again.

He rushed to the door and hesitated against the white-painted wood. The light from it was streaming under the crack between and tumbling onto the carpet and, yes, he confirmed to himself the sniffles were definitely the sound of crying. And it was, without a doubt, Harry crying. His Harry.

Please, please, not again.

Louis opened the door, and with it, his heart broke.

The sight he was met with immediately caused tears to spring to his eyes and the air to be sucked from his lungs, as a muffled sob escaped his control and echoed itself into the bathroom.

Harry, his beautiful, perfect, lovely Harry, was cradling his arm as he looked up in shock at Louis’ sudden arrival but all Louis could see was Harry’s beautiful asking tainted as his arm openly bled in the blinding light of the bathroom.

“Oh, baby,” Louis got out, his voice cracking with it as he dropped to his knees, and quickly held Harry’s cut arm in his hands, trying to be gentle so as to not hear him further, “Oh, darling,”

“Lou,” Harry cried, his eyes already rimmed red and puffy, obviously having cried a lot. His green eyes were bright as they always were after he cried and it hurt Louis so, so much to see his boy like this. “Lou, I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled, his voice scratchy as Louis imagined his throat was raw from the sobs he could imagine Harry letting out.

“No, no, darling, shh,” Louis comforted, reaching up to stroke a gentle hand through his hair, and Harry practically fell forwards, burying his face in Louis’ neck as his body shook with powerful sobs. Every sound fractured Louis’ heart a little more. “Shh, you’re okay, I’m here,”

Louis closed his eyes and buried his face into his boyfriend's curls, holding him as he wept. If a genie appeared right now and offered him three wishes, he would only use one. He’d want the pain in Harry - in his heart, his mind, his fucking soul - to go away. He’d want his boy, the boy he loved most in the entire world, to be okay. Louis wouldn’t ask for anything else ever again, he promised.

The blue-eyed boy felt tears streaming down his face as he held his boyfriend, rocking him gently and kissing his hair. It brought him back to last year when Harry had been really, really bad and Louis had caught him then, too. They had talked it out and Harry promised to go to Louis if he ever felt the need. He’d promised.

He’d promised.

He waited patiently until Harry’s sobs seemed to settle enough for him to support himself, and Louis glanced once again at the horrible, jagged tears in Harry’s skin - his beautiful, gorgeous skin - as his heart ached so much for his boy. “I’ll go get the kit. Stay here, please?”

He emphasised the please and Harry seemed to understand his desperation as he simply nodded.

Louis rushed towards the kitchen and flicked the light on, rummaging through cupboard after cupboard, huffing out “Fuck, where is it?” until he found it in the cupboard by the boiler, sighing in relief. He was grateful Harry had suggested getting a first-aid kit when they’d first moved in, for emergencies, and fuck, this was the biggest emergency. Harry wasn’t okay, he really wasn’t, and Louis hadn’t been here, hadn’t been there to notice.

Louis felt like he’d never, ever forgive himself.

He practically fell back next to Harry, who had his head bent, almost as if he were ashamed, whilst letting the red from his arm drip onto the stone, marble tiles. Louis opened the kit and slowly clasped Harry’s wrist, careful not to brush any of his cuts. “Baby,” Harry kept his eyes on the floor, and as he watched, he saw a single tear drop down, landing only a few inches from the blood that had pooled there. Louis' heart felt so full of pain and guilt, he felt he’d never get rid of it. “Haz, I need to clean you up,”

Harry’s head nodded, perfect curls bouncing with the motion as he continued to stare at the tile in front of him as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. “Harry, please look at me,” He whispered, yet it sounded much louder in the silence of the bathroom, echoing off the walls and floors and pretty much everywhere else, making his plea seem so desperate it hurt. But it was true really because all Louis felt was pain, guilt, and such desperation it felt like it could spill out of him. “Harry, please look at me, you’re breaking my heart,”

Harry’s eyes looked up at that, shiny from unshed tears and still that light red-rimmed colour, his nose a little runny and lips wet from rogue fallen tears. “I’m really sorry, Lou, I promise,”

The pain in his voice only made Louis’ ten times worse, and the sincerity of the apology hurt him. Because there didn’t need to be one. “Harry, darling, you don’t need to apologise,” Louis said, earnestly, making sure to keep eye contact with him in the hopes of Harry believing his sincerity, “You never, ever need to apologise for something like this,” He promised, reaching up and brushing a few stray curls out of Harry’s face, peeling some away that had stuck to his cheeks because of the tears. “Now, let's get you cleaned up,” He said gently, stroking Harry’s cheek gently before reaching for a few anti-septic wipes.

Tending for Harry’s cuts was always Louis’ job. It wasn’t a particular regular job - thank fuck - but there had been times, last year, when it was all Harry could think to do. And Louis made sure to be there, every time, to help him. Reducing the risk of infection wasn’t much in terms of the turmoil of Harry’s emotions or the pain in his soul, but it made sure he would be physically okay. Not counting the fact that if Harry’s cuts got infected, he’d have to go to the toilet and despite patient-doctor confidentiality, everyone had their price and before you know it, the couple's best-kept secret would be out and it would increase the hell Harry went through.

Louis finished with the bandage (it was much easier and safer than a shit tonne of plasters) before kissing over it gently. Louis looked up into Harry’s shining green eyes and gave a light smile, despite not feeling like one. Harry needed one, so Louis provided one. It seemed to work, as the stressed crease in his brows softened and his shoulders untensed. “I love you,” Louis murmured, pressing several more kisses up and down the bandage, like several small little oaths.

“I love you too,” Harry whispered back, his answer taking away a small hint of the pain Louis’ heart had swelled with, “You’re my reason,”

“And you’re mine,” Louis answered (as he always did), leaning in slowly to take Harry’s lips in his, as though sealing the promise.

They needed to talk about it, of course. They both knew it. Maybe later, after they’d eaten, or tomorrow when Harry might be feeling better. Either way, they needed to talk about it.

But there was no rush. Never a rush.

They had time.

#louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #one direction #harry styles #sad #Louis #Harry #creative writing #oneshot #self h@rm

[powerup-the-revolution]

raw unbridled thoughts because I just saw the KNY movie and I am!!! full of emotions!!!

spoilers galore though so read at your own risk, i know it's not released in US theaters yet but in case you want a "little" preview, here it is !!

MAN!!!!!! i would have paid 12 euros just to see a remake of the last two entertainement district episodes in 4k, but man did I get my money's worth :')

it all started with a quick recap of the first seasons, with Gurenge and Homura as BGM, so the hype was already off the charts. I didn't dare sing along but I mouthed the lyrics and man was it good to hear it all with the images on the big screen ;w;

speaking of sound design though, my cinema's speakers weren't optimal, it felt like the music was coming only from the front and some of the noises were horribly loud. Remember when Gyutaro breaks Tanjiro's fingers? MAN. Overall, the musical experience was wayyyy better at home with headphones, but at least the visuals more than made up for it.

I won't go too much into detail over episodes 10/11, because the screening was pretty much identical to the regular episodes. The end of episode 10 still hits super hard, the sudden quietness and the billowing smoke... simply mindblowing on a large screen. We even had opening and ending credits, which made this very different from the Mugen Train experience, but the audience needed time to breathe haha

Uzui's battle against Gyutaro was really made to be viewed like this. You have a much better sense of all the details ufotable put into the whole thing when you're watching on such a large screen.

alright alright i gotta move on to the most exciting part. The actual opening of S3 played at the very end, so the transition towards the next arc was opened by none other than Gotou, finding the squad all passed out in the rubble. Man do I love this guy, he really feels like the "normal dude that the 20-something audience will root for" trope.

The upper moon meeting was... both mindblowing and somewhat overwhelming. There were lots of flashing effects and very insistent transitions, with (in my opinion) too many visual effects that bloated the scenes without really adding too much to them. I now that ufotable is probably just flexing their skills because this was MADE for cinemas, but still, it felt a little 'too much' to my taste. But then I'm easily overwhelmed by flashing things, so that's surely just a matter of personal preference.

The insistent transitions aside, that scene was just amazing. The inifity castle is an amazing place that reminded me a LOT of that scene towards the end of Interstellar. Muzan's science equipment looked very REAL, I bet that ufotable has been using real life footage to put it together.

And now... I can't really avoid talking about him, can I? Douma. I despise this character with everything I have and I even more despise the way the fandom treats him... and man I'm in for a ride. Curse you Miyano Mamoru. How DARE you be so GOOD at your job??? He's really THE most outstanding cast in the whole series in my humble opinion. I was already in love with the VA for his previous roles (Dazai from BSD!! Rintarou from Steins;Gate!!) and he's bringing the perfect vibe to Douma, I can already feel the fandom misinterpreting him more :') I absolutely cannot wait for his performance in the Infinity Castle. It'll be amazing.

May I also say : thank you Akaza. He had me cheering out loud in my seat when he chopped half of Douma's face off (and immediately got scolded for it like a naughty boy by Dad Kokushibo lmao). Thank you, Akaza. I'd almost forgive you for making Rengoku donuts ;(

I don't have much more to say about the rest of the Upper Moons because they hardly left a impression on me when I read the manga. Their voices are a pretty good fit, and I don't doubt that ufotable will make them shine.

The dream sequence was short but very well done. Alas I must shorten my speech too because I'm so excited to get to the next part.

Cue Gotou walking around with a very tasty looking Castella. Thanks ufotable now I wish I'd bought popcorn. He's funny as always, the way he gets mad at Kanao for not telling anything is even funnier animated, and the apparition of ghost Aoi just the same

And now... ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary folks... it's time... for HIM....

THE CEILING BOAR.....

He definitely got the loudest laugh from the audience out of the whole movie. I feel so proud :') The way he's clinging to the ceiling is just too hilarious, with Tanjirou's like "so Inosuke on the ceiling..." coming before we actually see him, which had the laughter really explode. The comedic timing is absolutely perfect. I cannot wait to make 414630316 giftsets from this scene when the season is released.

Matsuoka really nailed the "SO YOU NOTICED ME, TANPACHIROU!!!" I'd been picturing it in my head for so long and it was exactly as I thought it'd sound like. The book about the honey badger was actually in english, I can't wait to see what else it says when we get a longer look. Inosuke looked like he had no idea what was going on, and Aoi telling him to get off the bed was just perfect. The way she clung to him when Kanao spoke up... *chef's kiss*.

I cannot wait to make a transparent edit of the ceiling boar so it can become my icon on every website forever haha

I have to be honest and say I paid a little less attention afterwards :') i was on a little cloud thanks to the ceiling boar. Though we got to meet some adorable kakushi, the scene of them dancing amongst the crows was really neat. Big up to the Kakushi for all their hard work!

Our good bois go off to work (and Zenitsu destroys the fourth wall by fawning over... Aoi, who yells at him through the shreds of the fourth wall haha), and that's it, that's all we're gonna see of Inosuke and Zenitsu this season ::')))))) hahahaha..... i am not upset at all.....

And then... well, there's some fanservice (and I'm not even talking about the bath scene). An unusual amount of it for KNY. A very very BLERGH from me. Even the audience seemed a little unconfortable. It's nothing harmful, it's just a little dumb and out of place.

The swordsmith village feels a little underwhelming in terms of design and general aesthetic, but it's no wonder when it's coming after the mesmerizing entertainment district. I'm definitely gonna miss the ambience of it all, though ufotable will probably impress me anyways.

Genya's here and he's pissed as always. I cannot unhear the Bakugo in him. Put your teeth back where they belong, boy.

Mitsuri is very wholesome though!!! I'm trying my hardest to cling to her as my favorite character this season (with lil' Kotetsu!! a baby!!). Ufotable, you better treat her well. I am BEGGING you.

aaand I think that's it from me. The hype did not disappoint. As a big fan of Inosuke and Zenitsu, I'm going into this arc without much to expect, as it's by far my least favorite in the series anyway. Still, Ufotable is going to do an awesome job, the characters might grow on me, the voice actors will be mindblowing, the music will be amazing, and well... I cannot wait for what will come next :3c

#kny spoilers #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #long story short: thank you for the good food ufotable #if i didn't have to get up at 6am for work i would have immediately gone back to see it again

[archivallyfound09]

I Am Good, I’m VERY Good. pt. 14

We are gettin near the end here folks…it’s been a ride!

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive comments, SPOILERS for Top Gun Maverick (if you haven't seen it, go watch and come back, I'll wait.)

Once you could breathe again, the logic part of your brain snapped back into action. Your helmet hit the windshield on your left, and you groaned.

“Hangman,” you radioed up to only him, your voice shaky and quiet. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, clouded only by the adrenaline to get to Maverick and Rooster, if they were still alive.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“WHY THE FUCK AM I IN A PLANE?!”

He laughed so hard you could see his shoulders shaking. He shook his head and his laugh continued, coming out in little breathless bits.

“Well, sweetheart, I think it’s because you crawled in.”

———-

You realized very quickly you did not enjoy flying over large expanses of eerily calm ocean water. The blue stretched out to the horizon on every side of you, the aircraft carrier long behind you- not that you could turn and see that far back anyway.

“I’ve got a ping,” you said over the comms. You could hear Simpson screaming to get your asses back down now, but Bates calm voice was the one who answered your radio.

“What’re you seeing up there?” In the same breath, you saw Rooster’s tracer appear on your navigation system, you heard Hangman yell in surprise. You tapped your screen, fully anticipating this be a search and rescue on the ground. When the beacon moved, you heart pounded in your ear.

“THEY’RE IN A FUCKING DINOSAUR,” Hangman dropped a wing to circle back and lock onto the last offending Su-57. You blinked and wanted to rub your eyes.

“Is that a Tomcat?!” You asked incredulously. Hangman laughed again.

“What do you say we help these boys out?” You nodded and switched into strike mode. You quickly got a hang of the system and started hunting for the shot. You got a target lock and heard the high-pitched scream of the system and everything started to fade out. The noise of the engine dulled, Hangman yelling at you to take the shot quieted, the air rushing past you froze.

Everything fell silent and you blinked slowly, focusing your eyes and slowing your breath. You let out a controlled exhale, your hand minutely adjusting your guide joystick. Your finger rested on the trigger and you took in another deep breath, completely stilling yourself and exhaled again, gently squeezing the little red button. You heard the click and felt the shift of the missile firing beneath you.

Suddenly, all the sounds rushed back in. You heard Hangman almost hoarse yelling at you to take the shot, the rattle of the plane was overwhelming, the sound of the missile screamed towards its destination. You didn’t move, your eyes trained on the target until you saw the collision, the Su-57 quickly tumbling out of the sky in a fiery mess. It was only then you came to.

“Holy shit,” you breathed to yourself. You heard Hangman repeat the sentiment, a bit louder than you and then he pulled up, eye-level with Maverick and Rooster in their museum relic. You saw his smirk and salute reflected above him in the windshield.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your savior speaking!” You saw Maverick and Rooster laugh, the two incredibly grateful to see some back up.

“Thanks, Hangman- how’d you get little razor blade up in the sky again?” you heard Maverick comment, a combination of shock and impressed filled his laugh.

“She just jumped right in, sir.”

You could see Maverick’s smile as you heard him in chuckle in your headphones. “Welcome back to the skies, Razor! Hell of a shot. Now let’s go home.” Hangman flashed the other pilots a thumbs up and started the trek back to the aircraft carrier.

“Hey Hangman,” you ventured after a few minutes of trying to comprehend what had just happened. He titled his head back in your direction, waiting for you continue. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself. “Can you crash the plane?”

You visibly saw Hangman stiffen in confusion, so you quickly continued, “Simpson’s gonna have my ass and I’m gonna get dishonorably discharged and lose my job any way so, dying in a firey crash is looking preferable.” Hangman threw his head back in laughter, leading you straight in towards the carrier that started to appear in the distance.

“No can do, little lady. You saved this mission, you get to deal with the consequences.” You let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back into your seat, ripping off your mask as you started your descent down onto the floating tarmac.

——

Hangman was quick to stand up in the cockpit as he opened the top shield, cheering and holding up his helmet. You watched him with a proud smirk on your face. You were starting to come around to the fact that you had actually just done that and you had done it because of him.

You were lost in thought and hadn’t noticed Hangman motioning an arm to you, the flight crew below cheering loudly at the success of the mission. You looked up at him as he hopped down below you, giving high fives and hugs. He looked up at you with something unrecognizable in his gaze, you felt the pink start to travel up your cheeks.

As you unbuckled and stood, swinging a leg out of the cockpit, you caught Rooster’s eye as he descended the same way. He gave you a nod of appreciation and you nodded back- you both shared an understanding unspoken between you.

As your feet felt for the ladder beneath you, you felt hands slapping your legs and then back with celebration. Hangman waited until you had both feet on the ground and turned around before he engulfed you in the biggest bear hug you had ever experienced. You laughed and held on to him like your life depended on it. He said something as he pulled away slightly, but you couldn’t hear him over the din around you. You both smiled and he pulled you back in for another hug.

As the team started to make their way over to you with Rooster and Maverick in tow, you suddenly were aware that Hangman had lifted you off your feet and swung you around. You laughed, your helmet almost colliding with him. You saw Rooster get closer and you practically jumped on him, arms around his neck.

“I told you to come back asshole!” You laughed and he hugged you just as tight as Hangman had.

“I did come back!” He pulled back and looked at you incredulous. You shook your head, slugging him in the arm with your fist and helmet.

“No, I had to go out and get your sorry ass and bring it back here!” You both laughed and he hugged you again with one arm, the other connecting forearms with Hangman over your head.

“I do believe it was me that saved your ass…” Maverick started laughing and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“After I saved yours!” Rooster challenged back, smirking. The rest of the team circled around and, for just a moment, you wished you could freeze time on this moment.

———

“Razor sharp, right?”

You turned your head slighting to locate the voice and the footsteps getting closer to you. You were sitting on the top deck, feet out in front of you, leaning back on your hands enjoying the view as you headed home.

“….because,” the voice continued, and Hangman took a seat next to you, “watching you up there was insane. I’ve flown with some crazy WSO’s but you just- you snapped into some other world.”

You shrugged, and closed your eyes, leaning your head back, and letting out a small hum. The sunset felt warm on your face. You could feel Hangman’s eyes on you as you let out a “hmm?” He didn’t react.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him. “What?” You questioned, eyebrows starting to furrow . He laughed and shook his head, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. He then stretched out his arm.

“You’re incredible,” he said, staring out at the ocean and then turning back to you. “I mean it. You had one chance and, you obliterated it.” You heard all the sincerity in his voice and it made your stomach flutter. You were grateful to have helped, but this praise was uncomfortable for you- it was just a job.

“My god, Hangman, is that admiration I see on your face? For a woman?” You teased, leaning a shoulder into his and he laughed, nodding his head again.

“I think it may be. Don’t tell any one-“

“Reputation. Right, got it.” You gave him a wink and he laughed, putting an arm around your shoulders. You let the wave of calmness sweep over you as you sat in a comfortable silence. You knew the adrenaline crash was coming soon. You were just waiting for it all to hit. As you felt your eyelids start to droop, Hangman stood up.

“Come on, you’re on the edge of the crash,” he took your hand and led you towards your cabin. You tried to protest, fits of energy still pumping through your system. He laughed and hoisted you up over his shoulder.

“Let’s go, chair force- you’ve had enough excitement for the day!” You fought against his his grip, but he refused to let you move until he dropped you on your bunk. You immediately tried to jump up, not wanting to sleep or rest. You wanted to run, scream, dance- then the wall hit you.

“There it is,” Jake said more to himself than anything, as you accepted your fate and sat back down on the bed. He sat next to you and you leaned your head against his shoulder, almost instantly falling asleep. Jake chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of your head. He opened his mouth to say something, but you were already passed out next to him.

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#top gun maverick #rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #maverick #hangman x reader

[otakusheep15]

Escape the Wedding

So, my best friend/mother is currently trapped in a wedding she doesn’t want to be at, and I’m hoping that she’ll be able to escape. And because of this, I’m gonna post a quick, unplanned scenario of MC escaping a wedding they don’t want to be at. Basically, the brothers get summoned by Mc and they take Mc home. 

You have no clue how you ended up here. In the middle of a crowded hall full of demons, two of which had supposedly gotten married. You didn’t even know marriage was a thing in the Devildom, so when Lucifer sprung this up on you, you were not happy. 

The panic had started out minimal. You had come in with all the brothers, and managed to stay by at least one for the whole night. But then, your last defense, Satan, had wandered off to mingle with some higher-level demons. 

Now, all alone, you curl up in a corner on the verge of a panic attack. With the last ounce of strength you have left, you manage to cast the summoning spell, and your favorite demon stands before you.

Lucifer:

He had just been talking with Diavolo and Barbatos before being summoned

At first, he was annoyed that he was taken from his conversation

But then he saw your expression and the way you were curled up on the floor

Immediately, he went into overprotective mode

Crouched down next to you to talk to you, and made sure to use as quiet of a voice as he could

Also calls Dia to ask if he could take you home, to which Dia says yes

Once Dia agrees, Lucifer is quick to pick you up (with permission of course) and carry you home

You stay in his room for the rest of the night where he cares for you and helps calm you down

Mammon:

Was definitely partying on the dance floor or chatting with some fellow models

Extremely panicked at first cause he thinks a witch summoned him for money again

But became even more panicked at the sight of you

He tries his best, but he’s so bad at helping out with panic attacks

Probably ends up making it worse by being too loud on accident

So he just decides to shut up and drag you home

Apologizes so much once he has you safe and sound in his room

Genuinely feels bad for not being able to help, but you’re just glad he managed to get you out of there without causing a scene

Leviathan:

Bold of you to assume he even went to begin with lol

But, for the sake of the scenario, let’s pretend Asmo dragged him along anyway

This can go one of two ways for him

Option one: he’s sitting awkwardly in a corner while playing games on his phone

Or option two: the demons getting married are super important people, and so Leviathan had to enter Grand Admiral Mode for the occasion 

Either way, he’s completely freaking out on the inside

Levi does not want to be here, and is so grateful when you summon him

Completely understands how you feel and is able to get you out without any trouble

Offers up his headphones for you to borrow if you feel too overwhelmed with the noise

He gets you home and invites you to his room where you spend the night watching anime together

Satan:

Didn’t even realize you were no longer by his side until he turned to ask you a question and you weren’t there

Started getting nervous, which was exactly when you summoned him to your panic corner

Feels a sense of relief that you are still in one piece, even if you are having a breakdown

Sits down next to you and helps you through breathing exercises to relax you and level your breathing

After he’s calmed you down a bit, he helps you stand and walks you out of the venue

Immediately takes you to his room where he puts your head on his lap and reads you stories

Asmodeus:

In the center of the crowd attempting to take the attention from the newlyweds

Spoilers: it’s working

Until you summon him to the corner of the room

Confused at the sudden change of scenery, but stops thinking about it when he sees how close to tears you are

Does not hesitate to grab you up and pull you out of the venue

Like, he doesn’t even spare a glance back until he’s locked the door to his bedroom and sat you down on his bed

Then he sits down next to you and gently talks you down from panic, and his sweet voice certainly helps the process

Offers to help you de-stress with some self-care (or other methods if you prefer *wink wink*)

Beelzebub:

Stuffing his face with all of the food there

What else did you expect?

Is upset when he sees he’s no longer surrounded by food

And then becomes more upset when he sees you on the floor looking like you’ve just witnessed a murder

Doesn’t even question what’s wrong

Just throws you over his shoulder and walks out

It obviously attracts some attention, but he couldn’t care less right now

Beel has a very one-track mind and refuses to stop or put you down until he knows you’re in a safe environment 

That just so happens to be the twin’s room

Only when he makes sure the two of you are alone does he actually put you down

Offers food as consolation

Belphegor:

Let’s be honest here; he fell asleep at a table somewhere

Or, more accurately, he passed out on the floor and Beel carried him to a table

Also didn’t want to be here, but came in solidarity with the antisocial trio (you, him, and Levi)

When you summon hi, it throws him super off guard

Hates being summoned while he's sleeping, so he’s about to yell at you until he sees the state you’re in currently

Sits down next you and leans your head on his shoulder

Might start singing or humming to you if he knows you like him voice

After ensuring you’ve calmed down a bit, he’ll gently help you stand up and take you to the attic

Might also grab Beel if you’re okay with it

If you are, then the three. of you all go up to the attic and cuddle

If not, then it’ll be just the two of you

He’s fine with it either way since he gets to cuddle with you and leave the party 

This was super random, so sorry if there end up being any mistakes. And shout out to my friend how has managed to escape the wedding while I was writing this out. 

#obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #mc #gn mc #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

much needed distraction

Pairing: Bruce Banner x genderneutral!reader

Synopsis: Although Bruce came home form a mission, reader is not able to relax because of her own work so he helps her take a break.

warnings: none

word count: 1.5k

The sound of a vibrating phone caused you to stir awake in the middle of that night. Groaning you opened to an undressing Bruce.

“Babe, your back?”, he jumped a little at your sleep ridden voice.

“I am, but you better go back to sleep. It´s so early.”, he slid underneath the covers into your arms.

And with a deep sigh he already was already asleep. How could he expect the same from you though? He had been away for such a long time you couldn´t help the excitement overwhelm and wake you up more. God knows how long you would have him around this time.

After another two hours of listening to his snores and steady breath you still couldn´t find any rest so you sneaked out of the shared bedroom into your makeshift “office”.

Sitting down in front of the laptop you pulled out your latest project. You had started writing a good while back and if it wasn´t for the deadline coming closer and closer as fast as it could you´d probably still be in bed now, cuddling closer into your boyfriends soft body, making a mental note of the idea that just came to mind, but no. The screen lit up to greet you with its cold light, the only other source of light in the room being the dimmed side light in the corner of the small room.

Once your fingers fell into a steady rhythm of hitting the desired keys, the quiet music in the headphones submerged you. The world around you being completely blended into the background, the only thing in your field of vision it surprised you, that when you looked up for the first time after that to stretch, the sun had already started to shine. By the look of it, it must´ve been way past sunrise too. So you went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and got back in place to continue what you were doing, just this time a little less flowing. The music and birds outside came in more as a distraction and it put your nerves to the test, but this was the first time you had any motivation and ideas in a while and needed to make use of that.

An hour must´ve past by, the cup completely emptied of caffeinated beverage, when you felt something brush your shoulder. Turning around, your heart thumping from the slight scare, Bruce came into sight. He looked barely alive with two cups and a book in hand.

“Hey, how did you sleep?”, you pulled of the Headphones.

“Alright I guess. Probably still better than you. How long have you been here?”

“Depends on how late it is. But the sun wasn´t up when I sat down…”

“Care to join me in the living room?”

“Yeah, sure.”

When you took the laptop and set it on the coffee table before sitting down on the comfy couch a deep breath now escaped your lips as your body started to feel the bad posture it had been in all morning. Your back hurt, shoulders and neck stiff and the headphones had left your ears feeling as if you were still wearing them. It felt like it was the late hours of the evening already yet you felt like you sat down in the office barely an hour back when in reality it was just about afternoon as a look to the clock told. The couch dipped a second time under the weight of Bruce sitting down besides you. Sliding over a cup of steaming tea as you now recognized.

Pulling the Notebook into your lap already your boyfriends hand found its way onto your leg to lay there comfortably. It still hold some warmth from the beverages it carried, starting to spread it along with the tingly feeling of the touch itself. Cold only came back when it left turn a page or pick up the cup for him to drink from.

As you hit the first key automatically the flow from before started to come back and completely took you in. Only looking up ever so often to see what your lover was doing, sometimes earning a small smile from the man, but mostly the two of you just kept doing what you did.

It was a sense of normalcy that made you treasure moments like these, you didn´t get them too often after all, cause no matter how many times you joked about it with your friends, Bruce was and probably always would be married to his work.

Rubbing your eyes for what must have been the millionth time , a tired sigh now accompanied the motion.

“What´s going on, my love?”, Bruce planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“It´s nothing. I just can´t focus on that stupid screen anymore, but I still feel like I need to be productive and I just can´t find the right words...”, you answered him still trying to gain back focus.

“Hmmm.”, he hummed in response to your problem.

“What are you doing?”

He had put away his book to take the piece of technology from your lap back onto the table, shutting it in the process.

“You should take a break. Stressing yourself won´t get you anywhere near the end. So drink your tea before it´s entirely cold and get your mind off of it for a while. You still have enough time.”

He was right of course and so when he pressed his lips to your forehead you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. With him gone most of the time you were alright with working all day and night, but now all you wanted to do was spend some time with the person you loved most.

Leaning into his chest you breathed in his scent of lavender and cedar, instantly calming down to the sound of his heartbeat and the weight of his arm around your shoulder. After a couple of minutes all you could hear anymore was Bruce´s calm breath and the quiet classical music he must´ve put on.

Burying your nose in his neck another idea hit you.

Quickly finishing the room temperature brewage you shifted to get the computer and then lean back into his shoulder. It earned you a small chuckle from the man sitting behind you, who now picked up his book to continue reading.

With refreshed energy work seemed easier and Bruce´s lips coming down to kiss your shoulders, neck or the top of your head made it even sweeter.

Afternoon soon made room for evening, the sun started setting and you could feel the tension manifesting in your shoulders once more, making the muscles tight and hurting even more this time.

Against knowing better, you decided to power through the pain and then reward yourself and maybe Bruce with a nice bath later, you weren´t the only one to notice the state of your shoulders though.

The Avengers hand who had been stroking your upper arm and back this whole time. Letting his other hand come up to your other shoulder he started to gently stroke and massage the area in question.

A moan escaped you lips as he started applying some pressure and once he started fully massaging the area your concentration was gone for good.

Letting your head fall back onto his body, the motion almost made the notebook fall off of your lap and onto the hard floor. Getting caught just in time, to be set aside once more.

All the while Bruce´s Hands really worked magic, straying from your shoulders to get all of your back too. In no time you felt more relaxed than you hadn´t been the last months. Or at least you couldn´t remember. The day wasn´t getting younger though and your stomach was growling really bad so together you got cooking for a simple dinner. While doing so he let you ask all the questions about what he had been doing as he tried to explain what he did and so time flew by again. Once you got to bed your conversation had calmed down and you had resorted to laying on his chest whilst trying not to fall asleep in the middle of him talking. You couldn´t help your eyes closing more frequently and for longer at the sound and comfort of his voice. That´s when he asked “So, do you want to tell me what you are writing?”

“I´m writing down our story, but it´s gonna be in a medieval fantasy world.”, your speech was slurred from slumber reaching out and trying to take over you. Still you tried to describe what you had planned out as best as you could as he listened closely.

“That sounds beautiful.”, he said as he planted a kiss onto your lips.

“I know right?”, you tried to stifle a yawn while still keeping your lips close to his. “´n when everybody reads it, they will see just how much I love you”

You shared another lazy kiss and while it wasn´t all tongue and passion you could feel just how much adoration and fondness you felt for each other in that moment.

Everything felt right and with his arms closely wrapped around your body, the heavy blanket atop of your intertwined bodies, for a second you felt like nothing was ever gonna be able to hurt you ever. That everything would turn out just fine.

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #domestic fluff #gender neutral reader #bruce banner #bruce banner fluff #bruce banner x reader

[just-a-really-tall-girl-tbh]

Grounded

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped and forced to reveal secrets of the pack

Pairing: Derek X Reader

Warnings: Blood, torture, swearing

Word count: 2605

Original piece please don’t copy

The school bell rang for the final time that day, a collective sigh of gratitude echoed in the room, the teenagers grateful to be released from the maths teacher’s class. Gathering your books, you stacked them in a neat pile before exiting the room, offering a small smile to your defeated teacher. It wasn’t her fault maths sucked and no one enjoyed it, you did feel bad for her on some level but also who the hell would willingly dedicate their life to teaching numbers?

Entering the hallway, you made your way through the sea of teenagers, everyone desperate to go home for the weekend. Reaching your locker, you grabbed the couple books you needed, shoving them into your backpack, thinking about the homework you had due on Monday you sighed. The door to your locker slammed shut before you could close it.

“Hey, you ready?” Stiles smiled.

“I told you I can walk home.” You rolled your eyes, walking away from the boy. Surprised by your quick movement, Stiles jogged to catch up to you, throwing an arm lazily around your shoulders.

“I know you can walk home but why would you when you have me?”

Exiting the main doors of the high school, you welcomed the fresh warm air, the smell of angsty teens left behind you. Reaching the end of the pavement, you saw the jeep parked a few cars away.

“Stiles I want to walk.” You turned to face the boy.

“Y/n, you heard what Derek said okay? All these recent attacks? The break ins and thefts? He doesn’t want you alone.” Stiles tried to reason with you. Knowing the recent spike in criminal activity was less than likely to involve the supernatural, you felt safe walking the 20-minute trip home. In fact, you enjoyed the peace it brought you. Half of the walk was through the woods, a quiet haven from the busy high school, and being autumn, you relished in the yellow and orange leaves that swept through the small woodlands.

“Stiles. It’s 20 minutes. I’ll text you when I get home okay?” Stiles sighed.

“You know Derek is going to kill me if I let you, you know, that right? You like the idea of alive Stiles because I do! And I am not letting you be the reason I don’t make it to my 20’s okay?”

“Derek doesn’t have the balls to kill you.” You turned on the heel of your foot, headed towards the woods, leaving a defeated Stiles in your wake.

“I’m telling Derek you said he has no balls!” He called after you. You let out a small laugh, grabbing your headphones from your backpack, and your phone from your pocket, you scrolled through your playlist, deciding today was the perfect day for (Your current favourite song).

Entering the woods, you felt a rush of calm wash over you, the stressful week was pushed to the back of your mind, your thoughts centred on the surrounding woods. You stepped over exposed roots and around large bushes, glancing up at the sky you watched as the wind swept through the foliage, the ageing leaves dancing in the light breeze. The sun peaked through the cracks, determined to reach the forest floor, providing the perfect amount of light for your stroll. The floor of the woods had been coated in fallen leaves, leaving a blanket of red and orange below your feet. Taking a moment to stop and appreciate the tranquillity the forest provided you, you felt your phone buzz in you pocket.

Home yet? I’m this close to sending out a search party!

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head you began typing a response.

You need to…

Before you could finish you felt a knock to your head, your vision distorted, the soft sound of music playing through your headphones which were now next to you on the forest floor, was the only thing you could hear before everything went black.

***

Another blow straight to your stomach knocked the wind out of you. Coughing and spluttering you attempted to regain your breath, each inspiration hurting more than the last.

“Oh, you are so going to regret that.” You mumbled.

Leaning to the side of the chair you spat a mixture of saliva and blood to the ground, you couldn’t tell where the source of the blood was coming from, maybe your lip, or maybe the inside of your mouth. Too many lacerations to your face meant it all blended into one.

You raised your eyes to meet your rival, struggling to see through the blood you saw one man wiping his fists on an old rag, your blood coating his knuckles. He faced a woman to your left, who sat with one bent knee up on a bench. Her back leaning against the wall adjacent to you, a smug grin on her face.

You rotated your wrists which were bound behind you, the thick rope digging into your skin. Your ankles were bound too, tied to the legs of the wooden chair you sat on.

“You’re going to tell us what we want sweetie, its just a matter of how beat up that pretty face is going to be before you tell us.” The woman commented, as she played with her fingernails, pushing the cuticles back. If she was trying to look disinterested, she was doing a great job. But you were ready for this. You trained for this. You knew what was coming, and if it meant keeping your friends, the pack, safe, then you would gladly take whatever they threw at you.

The mans fist connected with your jaw once more, snapping you out of your daze. The room began to spin around you, and your vision blurred. Trying to recenter yourself you pulled at your wrists, the pain of the rope grinding into your skin giving you something to focus on.

“Alright careful there, big guy, we need her conscious if we’re going to get that information.” The woman stood from her seat, striding slowly over to you, before bending at the waist in front of you. She reached out to grab your face, but as soon as her fingers made contact with your skin you pulled away. A stern look, on your face made the woman let out a small laugh.

“You’re a tough one aren’t you.” She turned her head, almost admiring your battered body before her. “Too bad that doesn’t mean shit around here.” Grabbing your hair, she yanked your head back, exposing your neck to the room. Moving to stand behind you she held out her other hand, gesturing towards the man in front of you. Without a word exchanged, the man grabbed a knife from a nearby table, its blade glinting in the moonlight the small window above you allowed.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea who you are dealing with do you?” The woman whispered in your ear, her grip on your hair only tightening as she neared the knife to your throat. You felt the cold edge, lightly cross your neck, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough for you to avoid swallowing.

Taking a deep breath in you closed your eyes. Grounding yourself was apart of your training, something that was drilled into you from the beginning. Breathing in again, you picked up on the different smells the room produced, sweat from the man in front of you, poorly masked by his cheap cologne. The sweet smell of the woman’s hair from behind, her locks dangling beside your face. The overwhelming metallic smell of blood being the most potent. You changed your focus to your heartbeat. Feeling it pounding against your chest begging to be released you pictured your heart slowing, its contractions reducing with every breath you took. Steadying your breathing was next. Cautious of the blade still connected to your neck you breathed in through your nose, holding in for a few seconds before releasing softly through your mouth. Repeating those steps, you were able to regain some stability. You were still in the same crappy scenario but at least now you were calmer. A panicking person is an interrogators wet dream. A calm person, their nightmare.

Sensing your self-control increase, the woman let go of your hair, moving the knife from your neck to the table beside the man. Standing before you once more, she knelt in front of you, keeping one knee up for balance, she waited for your eyes to open once more. Regaining the control, you almost lost, you felt strong enough to open your eyes once more. Staring at you the woman barely moved, she was searching your eyes for something, her expression a mixture of shock and impressed.

“You’re not afraid.” Her words barely above a whisper. Your only response was a return glare. A small smile creeping on to the face of your kidnapper. “They trained you well.”

Standing, she turned to the man behind her, whispering something in his ear before turning back to face you, her arms crossed against her chest. The man dropped the rag he was still holding and left the room, the sound of the door locking behind him.

“Let’s cut the bullshit honey. You have information I need. And I know I’m not going to break you, not by torturing you anyways. So, let’s try something else, shall we?” The woman began to pace back and forth in front of you, the small room only allowing her a few steps before being forced to turn around again. Your eyes followed her, left and right, before she stopped in front of you once more, still facing forward.

Taking in a sharp breath, she spoke. “How’s your sister doing?” She turned to face you. Refusing to let her know she was finally making some progress with you, you remained staring at her. Resuming her pacing she continued speaking.

“She’s what 5 now? Gosh so young. But you know what they say right? They grow up so fast.” Your eyes tracked the woman, more intently than before. This woman knew your family. Something that was always off limits when the pack was involved. Your attempts at shielding them from the supernatural had been successful, keeping that part of your life private even from Derek. And here this woman stood, threatening them. Threating to take away your motivation to make the world safer. Unfazed by your lack of reaction the woman carried on.

“Soon enough she’ll be going to high school, making friends, maybe even realising who her sister really is.” She stopped before you once more, bending at the waist she placed her hands on the arms of the chair you were bound to. “You didn’t think you could protect them, forever did you?” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. No amount of calm breathing could ground you now. “Aw babe.” Her hand raised to your cheek, ready to wipe away the falling tear. You only pulled away from her once more, hating the way her skin on yours felt. “Don’t tell me I hit a nerve, did I? Sucks doesn’t it. Well, there is one way of ensuring your little family stay naïve to the world around them.” She stood tall once more, her voice now deeper, more sinister than before. “Tell me what I want to know.”

You had no choice, right? She threatened your family, your sister. You protected them from so long, only for you to be the reason they are in danger. Looking down at your lap, tears hit your thighs unable to control them you simply let them fall. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the woman before you, a smirk present on her face which made it so much harder to say what you were about to. But the images of your sister raced through your mind. The way her hair shone in the autumn sun, the way her smile reached her eyes when she was really, truly happy, the way she greeted you after school every day by running down the front path directly into your arms. That was the highlight of your day, finishing school and-

Wait

You never responded to Stiles.

You never texted him back, and the kidnappers were kind enough to bring your phone into the room with you – hoping to get some information.

Your eyes moved to the door behind the woman, a loud crash followed by a heavy grunt sounded from behind the entranceway. The woman whipped her head around, only to be met by silence. She slowly approached the doorway.

“Adrian…?”

Silence

The woman turned back to you, unsure of herself. You only had a small smirk as a response. Before she could question you, the door busted open, barely remaining on its hinges, a rush of dust filled the room. Watching ahead as the dust clouds engulfed the woman, you heard a deafening roar followed by a petrified scream. Small thuds followed, as the dust reached your eyes you began coughing, the sudden pain in your ribs swiftly returning.

Two hands were placed on your shoulders, looking up you were met by two green eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” A worried Derek scanned your face, concern riddled him as he saw the multiple cuts and bruising before him. You could only nod, the dust denying you the ability to speak.

Moving behind you, he effortlessly cut the ties that bound your hands, then your legs. Using the arms of the chair to stable yourself, you attempted to stand, wincing when the pain became too much. Derek moved to your side, wrapping your arm over his shoulder. Carefully placing his arm around you, resting his hand on your hip he accepted most of your weight, attempting to make standing and walking easier. As you took a few steps forward, the dust cleared from your eyes and you were able to regain focus. Looking forward you saw the woman who threatened you, her back against the same wall the door was, her skin now covered in blood, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Scott stood before her, looking down at the defeated woman, his eyes still red and his claws still present.

Clearing your throat, you stopped walking, causing Derek to pause and look over to you. You peered down at the woman, no longer in a position of power, she looked smaller, more gaunt than before. Her eyes showed she was petrified, providing some comfort to you after what she did.

“Sucks doesn’t it?” a whisper of a smirk present on your lips.

Proceeding to step forward through the doorway you were met by a panting Stiles, his arms stretched out in front of him, you couldn’t tell him to stop before his body connected with yours. You inhaled sharply, grimacing as pain rang throughout your body.

Derek used his free hand to grab Stiles by the shoulder, pulling him away from you, a small growl forming in his chest.

“Oh, shit sorry of course you’re hurt shit sorry.” The boy stumbled over his words, his eyes finally taking in the battered sight before him. He moved to the side of you not occupied by Derek, his help was welcomed by you, suddenly feeling lightheaded from standing.

The three of you began walking forward towards the exit of the building.

“Is now a good time to tell Derek, you think he has no balls?” Stiles piped up earning a death glare from Derek. “No? Okay we can come back to that.” You used whatever energy you had left to shake your head.

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Maybe It Was The Rain

cc!sapnap x reader ||| fluff with a hint of angst

pronouns: request asked for fem but i didn’t really need to specify gender here

warnings: just swearing

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Maybe it was just the rain. The sound of it pattering on my window shield so loud it could cover up literal screams. Or maybe it was the overwhelming tension building up in my body; like filling a cup with boiling water. Making its way all the way up to my eyes and pouring out of me in the most helpless, shameless sobs I have ever let out. My hands gripped the steering wheel on either side of where I rested my head. I haven’t cried like this in so long.

After a while I picked up my head and leaned back in my seat. I wiped away my tears with the sleeves of my sweater and took a few deep breath’s. Once I gathered myself and the rest of my things I ran out the car as fast as I could to the front door, trying my hardest not to get soaked by the rain.

I was welcomed into my home with an immediate thud coming from upstairs, followed by loud laughter and a string of curses. Just for a moment, the corners of my mouth perked up from their sorrowful position. Even a tiny smirk on a day like this felt so nice. I set my things down, a sigh of content drifting off my lips. It felt good to be home.

More laughter rang down the steps, catching my attention as I slowly made my way to the room I suspected they came from. Sapnap hadn’t told me he was streaming today, so I assumed he was just in vc with some of his friends. I usually hesitated before opening the door or I would just opt to knock and wait for him to answer but I was so groggy and upset that I just barged in. In the middle of screaming his head off my boyfriend whipped his head around to look at who had just walked in. On his screen was a Valorant game that seemed to have just been lost, as I could have expected.

“Hey” my raspy voice from the sobs I let out earlier must have caught his attention. I watched his expression grow worrisome as he turned back around to his monitor and muted himself in the discord call. The last thing I wanted to do was worry him while he was busy with his friends, so before he could even get up I quickly switched our attention to his lost game.

“Wow, I have to come home after a long day of work to a loser?” I cleared my throat to get rid of the rasp and let out a soft chuckle. His worry seemed to have subsided as he rolled his eyes at me before spewing out excuses.

“Well maybe if punz played a better reyna!” he unmuted himself in the vc just so his friend could hear his complaint. I pulled out the extra office chair and listened as the too bickered back and forth.

“You guys sound like an old married couple.” I laughed as punz suggested that sapnap play reyna instead this time.

“yeah punz when’s our wedding again?” he said as he closed out of the game and leaned back in his chair. I could hear an unenthusiastic laugh come from the headphones.

“Sorry man I’m gonna go now, have fun deranking for the rest of the night.” before punz could retaliate sapnap left the call and turned his attention back to me.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his demeanor going soft as he grabbed my hands and rested them in my lap.

“No I’m actually quite traumatized, I just watched my parents fight for ten minutes straight.” I let go of his hands and got up to leave the room. “I’m gonna need a lot of therapy after that.”

He laughed at the joke which put me at ease for a second until he got up and followed me to our shared bedroom. “Very funny, but i’m talking about your eyes.” he said plopping down on the bed as I followed suit. I guess I didn’t realize that sobbing in my car for twenty minutes would probably still look evident on my face long after. It wasn’t a question, so I decided to ignore it. I got myself in a comfy position on the bed and pulled out my phone.

“Were you crying?” he asked. There wasn’t really much I could do to deflect this situation. He could absolutely tell that I had been crying and it’s not that I was scared to tell him I just didn’t want to worry him. He sighed next to me as I fiddled with my fingers, glancing up at his face for just a moment. I couldn’t tell if he was mad, upset, or confused. Whatever it was he didn’t look very happy with me.

I sat up in the bed and took a deep breath. Just as I was about to start speaking, a pair of warm arms wrapped around my torso, tugging me into their grasp. Sapnap pulled me into his lap and tightened his grip on my waist, placing my head gently in the crook of his neck.

It took me a moment to process what had just happened. Throughout our relationship I haven’t really been very open about my emotional state, so this isn’t exactly something that he’s done to me before. I let myself melt in his lap. His warmth wrapping around me and the smell of his cologne reminding me of exactly whose loving arms i’m being engulfed in.

We sat there for a few minutes before my heart started to pound. The butterflies in my stomach felt like cutting knives and my eyes started to water. There was such an overwhelming abundance of emotion that I just couldn’t handle. A small sob slipped past my lips and Sapnap’s arms pulled me in even tighter than before. After that I didn’t care, sobs pouring out of me just as they did not long ago. He shifted us so that we were laying down. His body still wrapped around mine as I sobbed into his chest, the sound of the rain and whispers of sweet nothings lulling me to sleep.

I woke up the next morning still wrapped in my boyfriends grasp. The sun was out though, and Sapnap’s soft snores made those butterflies make a reappearance. I felt better, so much better. In my recollection of last night, I can’t remember any words being spoken between me and him. And I don’t think there needs to be.

AHHH i’m sorry this took me so long to post :((

writing has been kinda hard lately but i hope this is good at least lol :3

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day 3: pandemic

for the @fyeahjonandsansa 31 days of Jonsa event, day 3: pandemic

(I won’t lie, I only have 4 of these prompts written and I felt bad about it so I decided to write something for today real quick before I go edit the next chapter of fairytale ending)

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Sansa Stark is not a gamer.

She never has been. She's seen people play: her siblings, even Harry had played those shooter games that she hated watching because they made her feel nauseous and disoriented. Too many loud sounds and flashing lights and jerky movements.

But here's the thing - she's been locked in her apartment for almost three months, alone, and Harry left his Switch when he fucked off to Essos with his secretary right before the pandemic hit. Now he's stuck there and she's here, in their apartment, with his Switch.

(She definitely thinks she got the better deal because despite being heartbroken and a little embarrassed at her unceremonious dumping, at least she's at home and not stuck in a foreign country fighting to get back, with a woman that, it turns out, he doesn't get along with at all now that they're forced into quarantine together.)

Sansa's lucky she can work from home, and she's lucky a lot of her hobbies are home-based: she likes reading and baking and knitting. There's only so much reading and knitting she can do, though - there's only so much TV she can watch and there's only so many batches of muffins and cookies that she can make before she finds herself overwhelmed by baked goods and boredom.

And so one day, she'd picked up that Switch after Arya told her about this game called Animal Crossing and it had sounded cute. She'd charged Harry's account linked to his device (he can think of it as her severance pay for their relationship) and downloaded the game.

Cut to a month later and she plays it nonstop. Her museum is quickly building up, though it's not complete yet (curse those seasonal bugs and fish!). Her island is gorgeous. Her residents are overwhelmingly happy. But it's not perfect.

“You should talk to Jon,” Arya says, her voice sounding distracted through Sansa's bluetooth headphones. Sansa thinks Arya's making lunch or something - it's about noon, and Sansa should eat, except she can't make herself move from the couch and her game. “He's got some real nice stuff on his island.”

“What's his ID?” Sansa asks as her little character runs around the island cleaning up stray bits of weeds that have sprung up overnight.

“I don't know, you think I have that memorized or something? Ask him. I gotta go eat.”

With that, Arya hangs up and Sansa huffs out a breath in annoyance. She puts down the Switch and picks up her phone and her thumb hovers over Jon's name in her contacts list. It isn't until she's pressed call that she wonders why she didn't just text him, but it's too late now. Texts can be ignored, she reasons. Calls are easier sometimes and she really wants to get her hands on whatever Jon might have on his island that she doesn't have. She has collections to complete.

She picks her game back up as it rings and finally he picks up.

“Sansa? Is everything ok?”

“Everything's fine,” she says, half paying attention as she sneaks up on a grasshopper sitting on a tree stump. “I need you to come over.”

There's a pause, she catches her grasshopper, and then he finally says, “you know there's a lockdown in place, right?”

“Duh,” she rolls her eyes, something she only does around a select few people and it turns out Jon is one of them. “But I need you, Jon.”

Another pause, she hears him take a deep breath, and then, “for what?” on a shaky exhale.

His voice sounds so strange that it finally makes her pay attention to the call instead of the game and she realizes her mistake. “Oh,” she sighs, “I mean in Animal Crossing. Arya says you have good stuff. You should come visit me and then I can visit you.” She's honestly not sure she has anything worthwhile to offer, but she figures she shouldn't just invite herself over to his island to take things. It's only polite that she invite him to hers, first.

“Animal Cr-” he starts and then it sounds like he takes the phone away from his ear and she can vaguely hear him mutter something from a distance (it sounds a bit like fucking hell, but she's not totally sure). There's a beat and a deep sigh before he speaks again, this time with the phone back up so she can hear properly. “Yeah, sure. I'll come visit your island.”

“Good,” she says, feeling quite pleased with the outcome of this call, though she's not sure why Jon sounds so mopey about it. He gets to come to her island! She can show him her flower garden!

What more could he possibly want?

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Sly like a... ? - Part 1

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All  Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.6k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Humans always strived to be better, faster, and stronger. So it was only natural for them to turn to genetic manipulation. Splicing the human DNA with that of animals. Bringing about a new half-human, half-animal race called Hybrids. They were like most things humans deemed different, scary, and an abomination. They were not allowed to be independent in fear of rebellion against the elite pure humans. These Hybrids were soon seen as lesser compared to the pure humans and were quick to be sold as servants to the rich and shady, and pets to the common families. The only problem was when the families no longer wanted their designer pedigree hybrid they were either abandoned, sold, or worse.

Hybrids didn’t have a voice. They were not allowed to live on their own unless they were fully educated with a bachelor’s degree. Due to these standards, many were sent back to the adoption agencies to be rehomed again and again until they reached a certain age. Then they were put down to make room for more returned hybrids.

You were working with the government on a program that could fix the hybrid rehoming issue. Having presented your idea to the board they seemed interested and were willing to grant you a small fund if you could give them the results they needed. They gave you a handful of Hybrids, one being Jimin the poster boy for the government. He was genetically modified to create a male calico with the classic calico print which was only found on females.

They succeeded and though Jimin was a male his features were more on the feminine side making him seem too androgynous but not what the market wanted. He was left to be used as a model on new billboards and television advertisements for government services and legislations regarding Hybrids.

Another participant was your neighbor’s hybrid, Taehyung. He was a golden retriever and was volunteered by his owner, an older gentleman who recently lost his wife. He was worried for the young hybrid that one day when he shall pass he will be alone and scared. You were quick to guarantee him a place in the program to help him become more self-sufficient in case anything should happen.

You were currently packing your things, not that there was much, living in such a tiny apartment. However, you were preparing for a call within the week regarding moving into a larger government-funded home where you could comfortably house the number of new participants of your trial program. The place was fully furnished with everything a large family of hybrids would need, all you had to bring was your clothes. Everything else was paid for to create the perfect environment for the hybrids. Rent, utilities, food, and anything the hybrids needed were all reimbursed by the government.

Since it would be a few days before you would hear anything, you thought it was best to start thinking of activities for the hybrids to get to know one another. Whilst also basking in your last moments of freedom before devoting yourself to the program. 

On that note, you had finally finished packing and decided to spend your hybrid-free moments treating yourself to some food. Pulled from your thoughts of a delicious omelet by a loud ping from your jean pocket. A reminder on your phone in bold letters.

H-week!

Today marked the first day of your heat, this explained the nagging twinge in your back you had been ignoring, you thought it was from hunching over to pack. Searching your top draw you saw the empty blister packet of heat suppressants, great another thing to add to your ever-growing to-do list. The pharmacy was a little further than the restaurant you wished to visit but not too far out of the way. So you set off hoping to get back in time before it gets too dark, your eyes did funny things at night.

See you weren’t exactly human yourself, you were an experiment. The world was creating new hybrids and well, you were genetically modified within the same year as Jimin. Supposed to be the new designer breed the ‘Fox-Hybrid’. The problem was it didn’t work, you were born entirely human. Sure you were a bit more agile, and your ability to hear and smell things was better than normal. You were still essentially human.

Once a month since you were thirteen, you would get a strange feeling in your lower abdomen. When you discussed it with the scientists for your check-up, they had explained it was a heat. Whilst foxes usually had a heat once a year lasting three days, yours would happen once a month lasting three days but a lot milder. 

Since that day you have taken a low dose heat suppressant to nullify any pheromones. You were grateful because it wasn’t as painful or as long as a human period, but it wasn’t as debilitating or humiliating as a real heat.

You had grown up seeing Jimin on occasion and were familiar with how debilitating hybrid heats and ruts were. Even so, the two of you became friends, both failed attempts at modification.

Though you never understood why they said fox hybrids didn’t exist, you had seen them. Sometimes in grocery stores, restaurants, or nightclubs. They would be there, they would wink at you or wave, give you a smirk with a twitch of their ears or a swish of their tail. Were they mocking you for being a defect?

The only good thing accompanying your long journey was the music humming softly in your headphones. Used to drown out the loud sounds of the city, as your ears were sensitive. It also helped you ignore the side-eyes from Hybrids who would not so subtly sniff the air as you passed. 

You caught a flash of orange and looked across the street. A simple fruit shop that had a colorful awning flapping in the gentle breeze.

Moving around the store was a shopkeeper in a green apron, shirt, with his bronze hair sticking out underneath a matching cap. He was putting down a tray of banana’s and as he stood, a pair of ears and a bottle brush-like tail were visible, he turned as if sensing your presence and locked eyes with you, tipping his cap. He dusted his hands on his apron, leaving you shocked. A Fox hybrid in public! No one else seemed amazed or even spared him a glance. How could no one see this?

It was like a scene from a movie, as a truck drove past leaving the man looking completely innocent and human talking to a few ladies. He was quite good-looking and charming, but there was no sign of a tail. The women were quick to fall for him, purchasing an oddly large selection of fruits and vegetables. You turned back to the path ahead of you shaking your head in disbelief, before continuing on your way to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy catered for humans and hybrids alike and was never too busy. Which made it your favorite store to collect your script from, as there was little to no waiting time. Handing over the script, you strolled around the store wondering what you would need for these Hybrids. Toothbrushes? Combs? If they had a lot of body hair would they need the silky coat shampoo formula or the soft fur body wash? Placing the hybrid shampoo and body wash back on the shelf you shook your head honestly this was overwhelming. 

Rubbing your aching stomach, you were too uncomfortable to really get into hybrid care right now. You wouldn’t have to worry about any other heats apart from your own as it was decided with the board they would all be male hybrid participants. This stemmed from Taehyung being already a willing participant from the start, they thought it best not to mix male and female hybrids.

You would however have to deal with their ruts, albeit once or twice a year. You chewed your lip in thought pausing in the makeup section of the store. You caught your reflection in the small mirror and preened thoughtfully, your eyes were expressive and angular, your hair due to the modification was a brilliant copper.

You were quite beautiful, eerily so, like the man at the fruit shop. Your features were so similar. Even though you were a defect and he was the real deal. “Ma’am your order is ready.”

Turning surprised you grew hot in embarrassment, stammering to make an excuse, “Sorry, I was just thinking about a really strange fox hybrid at the fruit shop.”

Many occupants in the store turned confused and you heard an old man say, “Fox hybrids don’t exist, they are sinister creatures and not to be meddled with”

“She must be a conspiracy theorist,” one woman whispered to her hybrid snake who was donating venom for anti-venom.

Paying for the medication you left quickly and took one of the small pills as you stepped out of the store. Why didn’t anyone else see them?

You headed back towards your home, not forgetting the reason for your trip. You were excited about an omelet at your favorite restaurant when two apples came rolling across the pavement. 

They rolled towards you, quickly picking them up you carried them inside the store, “excuse me, sir you dropped some of your apples,” You saw his shadow in the darkened store, two pointed ears, and the flick of a tail.

“Are you a fox hybrid?” You asked curiously and he laughed. It was strange like snickering but at a pitch that was not fit for a grown man, like a child’s giggle sharper with a few squeals, or like a bird chittering. You know the sound. He was Gekkering like a fox.

“Thank you,” he took the apples gesturing you over to the side, “let me get you some blueberries, they are my favorite.” 

“Oh thank you, sir, how much do I owe you?”

He shook his head, thrusting a black plastic bag into your hands, “It’s okay, we have to look out for one another.” 

What a strange man…

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