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lippyispunk · 2 months

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When the World Is Quiet, What Thoughts Remain

Astarion x gn!Reader

Summary: Gods, he remembers this feeling intimately.

Dying.

A near-death experience provides Astarion some clarity.

Word Count: 3.7k

fluff, realized feelings, developing relationship

a/n: Hello all!

I wrote this to take place in Act 2, after the Yurgir battle but before Astarion's confession. I believe it is gender neutral, but if anyone finds something that says otherwise, please let me know! First time posting on here, so I apologize for any formatting errors.

Gods, he remembers this feeling intimately.

Dying.

Despite the centuries that had passed since his mortality had been lost to this plane, the experience was seared into his mind. Back then, it had been horrific. The excruciating pain. The paralyzing fear of what was to come, as his body was drained of blood and his heart thumped erratically in his chest, desperately trying to keep his blood flowing- his body alive.

This time, the pain is ever present. He lies on his back in the mud and puddles, the yawning storm above continuing to release torrents of rain. His ruby eyes blink slowly, despite the droplets landing in them. Twin daggers have been abandoned at his sides, pale elegant hands having to hold his innards together instead. His white lounge shirt clings to his trembling frame, now dyed rusty brown and crimson red.

The fear, however, is blessedly absent. His thoughts trudge through his mind like oozing honey. It’s almost peaceful. Cazador. The parasite. His never ending hunger. All seemed so far away now; the normally constant concerns looming at the forefront of his thoughts, now caught in the sticky trap of insignificance.

He had been hungry earlier. Always so hungry. The small respite he received immediately after feeding never lasted as long as he wished it would. His condition had been even more bothersome as of late. Ever since he and the little group of misfits he traveled with had entered the Shadowlands. Prey was sparse. And any blood he lost during battle needed to be replaced somehow. That was how he found himself here tonight.

He had hunted further from the group’s campsite than he normally would, in search of the few living creatures that had not yet been felled by this accursed land. He had been ambushed by shadow beings, caught unaware due to his weakened, dulled senses. Their claws had cut through him so easily. His lack of armor was another mistake, but a decision made in hopes to be quick and quiet enough to catch a meal.

His head slowly lolled to the side, eyes attempting to focus in the direction of the camp. The monsters that attacked him had begun to slither that way before vanishing into hazy mist. His breath wheezes from his lungs, chest shuddering. Breathing wasn’t a necessity for him, but a habit nonetheless. Even now.

He wonders, idly, if any of his companions will be awake at this hour to intercept the attack. His muddled mind cannot bring forth who was supposed to be on watch tonight. He even admits to himself, perhaps his blood loss getting to his head, that he would not wish to see them come to harm. Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart…

His drifting thoughts were brought to sudden clarity. A breathtaking, wondrous, kind creature unexpectedly ensnaring his thoughts.

You.

Gods, how could it have taken this long for you to flit back into his mind? You were all he seemed to think about anymore lately. Your smile, your laugh, your boundless good heart. But also the confusion he felt that always seemed to twist whatever lovely feeling you inspired in him.

He may not wish to see the others harmed, but you… you’re different. The way he feels for you is- different. He cares for you. In a way that he cannot recall ever feeling for someone else. You understand him in ways that he doesn’t understand himself. It’s terrifying. Exhilarating. The most alive he’s felt in, well, ever.

But it wasn't supposed to end up this way. He’s comfortable pretending. Seducing. It’s as familiar as the back of his hand. And the facade had worked with you too, for a brief time. Until that second time he propositioned you at the tiefling party. What had you called his seductions? ‘Honeyed words’? And then the complete dismissal of his fraudulent love confession. He had recovered well in the moment; he’s used to pivoting his tactics when the occasional target gets antsy with his persuasions. Even still, you had rejected him that night. You let him down easy, of course, with a compassionate smile and a sweet whisper of ‘perhaps another time'.

Later that night, when he was alone once more, he contemplated. You were on to him, in one way or another. Maybe you didn’t know the extent of his ploy, but you could tell his flirtations were… insincere. Why else would you turn down another night with him?

He had expected repercussions, a growing distance between the two of you that would put all his progress with you to ruin. You didn’t seem the type to settle for this feigned romance. You'd push him away.

But you hadn’t. You were just as warm and welcoming to him as you had always been. Attentive. Friendly. Hells, even laughing at his irrelevant, snarky quips. He was surprised. And in that surprise, he found himself off guard. You still wanted to spend time with him, despite everything. Maybe… maybe he didn't have to try so hard with you.

Since that revelation, Astarion had found himself just enjoying existing . He had fun around you, and the others too, he'd be loath to admit. Now that the metaphorical weight of seducing you had been lifted. But inevitably, at night when he was alone, the pesky question returned, cycle after cycle. If not his body, what did you want from him?

More recently, there had been the battle with the Orthon, Yurgir. Astarion was still befuddled, even now. No one in his extensive time on this plane had ever gone to such lengths for him. When Raphael had offered the deal: one very dead devil in exchange for information on his scarred flesh, there had been no question, no doubt from you. Just resolve and an all encompassing respect for Astarion and his decision making. It made his chest ache.

He's not entirely sure what to call the emotion he feels for you. It goes beyond simple lust for your form or an appreciation of your personality. And Gods knows he's scared to Avernus and back of what this all might mean. But he's not scared of you. Never of you. He realizes that whatever comes, he wants to explore this. With you, if you'll have him.

Returning to the present from his recollections, one conviction finally banishes the wandering thoughts in his mind. You deserve better than this. These pretty lies he had been trying to feed you. This mask that he had used for so many years, so many decades. You had given him some of the most important parts of yourself. Your trust, your belief in him, your patience. It was time he did the same.

Ruby irises shift skyward once more, a newfound purpose and vitality clear in his pupils. He has to get back to you. To explain. To apologize. Hells, to bathe in the warmth of your presence just once more would make this endeavor worthwhile.

He steels himself before his body begins to twist, rolling to his stomach ever so slowly. An agonized cry peels itself from his throat, unbidden. The fresh wave of pain that crashes over his stomach ripples through the rest of his body, leaving him shaking in its wake. He keeps one hand underneath him, continuing to hold as much pressure on his gaping wounds as he can. The other arm is bent in front of him, poised for what he must do.

He begins to crawl.

He grunts with the effort, free hand scrabbling in the mud for purchase as he drives his legs into the ground to push his form forward. This is far from the worst thing he has ever endured. But Gods, hasn’t he endured enough in this lifetime?

Tears spring to his eyes as he continues his plight. His beautiful white curls are drenched, flattened to his head and dropping into his field of view. His anguished gaze is so unfocused that it doesn’t matter. He’s moving on instinct now, forcing his limbs to respond by sheer force of will alone. The will to live.

Somewhere distantly his mind registers that his voice has become an endless stream of moans and broken sobs. Blood continues to slip stickily between the fingers clutching at his stomach. He doesn’t care. He will do anything to make it back to you. He has to. He owes it to you. Hells, he owes it to himself.

Time moves in slow motion; he loses all sense of it. He knows not how long he’s been dragging his body forward, just that finally, finally , he reaches salvation.

“Astarion!”

He hears you as if he’s underwater, but he would know your voice anywhere. His mind is fuzzy, consciousness fading from his being quickly. He stops crawling and lifts his blood-red gaze. You’re here. His breath hitches in his chest, a new sob rending itself from within. Though this one was not brought out from pain, but rather relief. He's never seen a more welcome sight.

You’ve come for him, battleworn and bloody. Your feet pound the sodden land, racing toward him as you pay no heed to the slick mud. You drop to your knees in front of him, hair plastered to your cheeks and eyes wild with adrenaline and some other emotion he is unable to wrap his disoriented mind around. His eyes trace your face with his last remaining strand of focus.

Astarion had long given up on praying to any deity. What was the point? They never answered him anyway. But you- you are divine. The sight of you here, now, almost has him reconsidering his stance.

“Gods, Astarion! Just hold on, okay? Please!”

Your hands flutter in his vicinity for a moment, unsure of where to touch without causing more harm. He watches you, the barest hint of his lip tilting up at the corner.

“I don’t think you can make it much worse, darling,” he breathes, tone sounding brittle in his own ears. “Just do it.”

He sees you wince before you brace yourself. Ever the leader, doing what must be done. Your hands rest on him gently, but firm. Warm. Comforting, despite the circumstances. He wants those beautiful, lively hands to touch him again after all this. He wants to savor it. To feel them carding through his curls. To rest gently on his arm to catch his attention. To pull him in close, a secret for him alone dancing on your lips. He wants to- he doesn’t know what exactly he wants. He just knows-

He cries out sharply when you turn him onto his back, the pain rocketing his thoughts out of his musings.

“I’m sorry,” you grimace, eyes scanning over his torso, cataloging the damage.

Carmine eyes are glazed with agony, but he fights to stay conscious. He grunts when you move him again, swiftly tucking your legs underneath you. His head lays in your lap, face tilted skyward and ivory neck lengthened by the newly created slope of your legs. A healing potion appears at his lips, your hand holding firm as you tip it towards him.

Normally he’d have some smart comment, he’s sure. Something about being a damsel in distress, perhaps. Or maybe something about how this isn’t what he means when he says he wants to take a drink from you. But exhaustion takes hold, and he follows your lead mutely.

The effect is instantaneous; the healing potion is a glorious balm for his wounds. The pain numbs to a background throb, much easier to withstand. The gashes across his stomach begin to seal, the bleeding slowing to a trickle. Astarion sighs through his nose, relief radiating through him down to his fingertips.

The rain has abated to a lazy drizzle. It’s the only reason Astarion can hear your faint confession.

“You… you scared the shit out of me, Astarion,” your voice wobbles, such a far cry from the fearlessness he is accustomed to hearing from you. He blinks up at you, his gaze taking in your anxious expression as you lean over him. Seeing your expressive concern for his well being is still something he's getting used to.

He finishes the potion, licking the remnants from his pale lips as you pull the vial away.

“Apologies, my sweet,” his voice comes out stronger than before, but roughened from his earlier painful overuse. “You know I have a flair for dramatics. What better way to keep things lively than almost dying. Again,” he does his best to smirk, to don the mask of devil-may-care that comes so easily to him.

“Gods above, Astarion. ‘Dramatics’? That’s all you have to say? You were nearly gone when I got here. I was almost too late,” your voice tapers off, ending in a near whisper.

He blinks again, shocked. The facade slides off his face. Truth be told, your vulnerability is making him… uneasy. He doesn’t know what to say. Why are you so distressed? This is hardly the first time one of the group has come up gravely injured. He doubts it will be the last.

He will recover eventually, as he always does following a particularly nasty battle. It may take a little extra healing from Shadowheart, and a belly full of blood would absolutely go a long way in fast tracking the process. But regardless, his body will endure.

He’s painfully aware that his usefulness has… limitations. It extends to his body alone. His battle prowess, his dexterous fingers, his ability to deliver pleasure. But that’s it. He has nothing substantial to offer you. No worldly possessions, no powerful connections, just… himself. His biting nature, both literally and figuratively. His trauma, broken pieces with razor sharp edges. He's not even sure if you are interested in something like this with him, something deeper. No, he thinks. No one could want this. Not truly. His growing feelings for you are one sided, of that he is certain.

But then you throw his world off its axis again.

“I can't- I can't lose you. You mean the absolute world to me.”

His eyes soften, rounding out as he searches your gaze. For what, he’s not entirely sure. Deceit? Twisted humor? But all he finds is tenderness along with the shine of unshed tears.

You pause for a moment, swallowing. He can see you're trying to continue so he waits, eyes rapt.

“I would miss how you always manage to make me laugh, even when I'm having a horrible day. And getting to hear your laugh in exchange when I do something you find particularly impish,” your serious expression finally gives way to a small amused smile. ”The little sweets you sneak into my bag whenever you manage to get your hands on some, just because you know I love them.”

Astarion's eyes widen imperceptibly. Shit. He didn't realize you knew he was the sweets supplier. It was…nice for him. To be able to provide you something you enjoy and a brief respite from all the weight on your shoulders. If only for a moment. To see the stress evaporate from your face for the few minutes it took you to chew. You'd only indulge every so often, when camp was quiet and nothing urgently needed your attention. He'd watch silently from his peripheral vision on occasion, not wanting to ruin your contentment but also needing to witness it for himself.

But he hadn't exactly wanted to mentally unpack what this absurd little habit of his might mean beyond the superficial. Hence, the secrecy. He was going to eviscerate whichever loudmouth at camp had clued you in.

“You're there for me, in ways that I could never begin to fully describe. I know we don't always agree entirely, but I'm never afraid to tell you how I feel, or what I think. Because at the end of the day we'll still support each other,” you glance away briefly, and he sees the heated flush on your cheeks.

Embarrassment. Always so delicious to him. For anyone else it means he'd get to loosen his tongue on some provoking quips. How he loves to rile people up from time to time. But now, he finds it enticing for an entirely different reason. Gods, you're beautiful.

You find your courage again quickly, making eye contact with him once more. “I could probably go on, but what I'm saying is… I would miss you endlessly. I can't do this without you.”

What a novel concept. To be wanted, needed beyond anything he could provide carnally. To be desired purely for his presence will take some adjusting. But, if you truly believe everything you said about him, then who is he to disagree? Maybe there is some truth in what you say. If you can see some good in his wretched soul, then perhaps he can try too.

“I'm… I'm not going anywhere, my love,” he promises.

It flows from his lips so naturally, ‘my love'. It hadn't even been a conscious thought. Anxiety spikes in his gut at the admission, his mind already beginning to spiral. Love? Is that what this is developing into? He doesn't know how to tell; there's no past memories in his mind to pull reference from.

But the smile that splits your lips at his vow is radiant, and he finds that his racing thoughts slow immeasurably. Regardless of the unintentional reveal, the moniker fits. He feels it in whatever remains of his soul.

He smiles then, all honey and warmth. For you.

“I'll be here long after you tire of me, I'm sure. Vampires always tend to overstay their welcome, you know,” he jests softly, voice lacking his usual edge.

You gasp quietly and he recognizes it as the familiar sound of you remembering something.

“I’m so sorry, Astarion. You've just reminded me, I can't remember the last time you've eaten,” you immediately brandish your wrist, pulling your sleeve up.

He freezes, the roiling, constant hunger in his gut flaring at the sight of your wrist. He knows how close the veins are to the surface there, just how deliciously easy it would be to sink his teeth into that soft skin. His mouth waters at the thought. But he is no animal, and neither are you for that matter. He comes back to himself, muscles uncoiling and gaze connecting with yours again.

“I appreciate the offer, darling. But you need your strength. Moonrise Tower won't storm itself, and having our fearless leader stumbling over their own two feet along the way won't instill much terror in our foes, will it?”

He can't bring himself to say the truth in its entirety aloud. He truly doesn't want to weaken you before the battle at Moonrise. But it has less to do with fearsome appearances and entirely more to deal with your safety. His feedings always take a toll on you. You smile and wave him off every time, but he sees the effects. Reflexes just a touch slower than usual, stamina not quite up to par with the rest of the group.

It's not your fault he's starving. He wasn't exactly forthcoming about his lack of successful hunts since arriving in the Shadowlands. And you were absolutely overwhelmed with everything going on. Between the deadly shadow curse, Ketheric Thorm, and the Absolute, it was a miracle you could ever focus on anything else. No. He doesn't blame you. He wants you to be okay.

He can't be the reason you become injured, or worse.

But you insist, your wrist gravitating closer to his plush lips and aching canines.

“I'll be okay, I promise. I'll even ask Shadowheart for a little healing incantation if I really need to. Please, you need to be healthy too,” you plead, eyes doing just as much of the convincing as your words.

He breaks. He might be embarrassed at how quickly he bends to your will if he wasn't so hungry.

His hands close gently over you, one a little ways up your forearm and the other on your hand. You know it's to hold you steady when he bites, but the way his cool thumb runs pleasing circles into your palm sends shivers coursing through you. He presses a kiss to your inner wrist, featherlight and fleeting, but it lights a fire under your skin all the same.

“Thank you,” he murmurs before his fangs pierce your flesh. He is as gentle as possible, retracting his canines from the wound immediately. He keeps his lips attached to your wrist, sucking in a saccharine mouthful.

He’s uncertain of how much time passes while he drinks, or when his eyes drifted shut, but the feeling of your fingertips sweeping his soaked curls off his forehead pulls him from his reverie. He finishes his feeding, tongue caressing the new puncture wounds as they begin to clot.

His irises are vibrant now, a livelier red more akin to a pulsing wound than the darkened burgundy shade they become when he is ravenous.

“You're wrong, by the way,” you begin softly. “When you said I'd tire of you. I could never.”

He would look back on this night later on and distinguish it as the exact moment his dead heart began beating once more. But for now, he smiles up at you- one full of genuine adoration.

“The feeling is mutual,” he murmurs, unwilling to shatter the moment. His tone is low, husky. More sincere than he's heard his own voice sound in centuries. Despite all that had occurred this evening, he finds a bone deep contentment in himself. He could stay here for a decade in the comfort of your arms.

A few moments later, however, the world kickstarts back into motion, voices carrying on the wind to your positions and popping the seclusion around the two of you.

Your head perks up at the sound, eyes scanning through the darkness.

“Ah, must be the others looking for us,” your attention returns to Astarion. “Think you can make it back? I can help if you'd like.”

He can definitely walk on his own, the potion and your invigorating blood have him feeling almost as good as new. But the idea of feeling the curve of your body pressed into his side is too intoxicating to turn down. So he won't.

He breathes deep and nods, resolve settling into his very being.

“Yes, I think I've had quite enough of this mud bath. Darling?” He pauses, it's now or never. “After we settle back in at camp, come find me when you have a moment. Please. I think we need to talk.”

a/n: Thank you for reading! <3

#astarion #astarion ancunin #x reader #reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #fluff #blood drinking #blood and injury

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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23 behind the lens — and there’s only one bed !

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes; translations for the japanese will be at the bottom of this chapter!

Since Kuni insisted he carried your bags you took the key card from him and attempted to unlock the door to your hotel room. Instead you were met with the dreaded red light on the scanner.

“Did Jean give us the wrong one?” Kuni asks as you try swiping it again.

“No, the number matches the door. I think I’m just doing it wrong,” you frown.

He sets your bags down and comes up behind you, one hand on your waist and the other on your hand holding the key card. His palm felt cold on yours.

“Let me try,” he murmurs into your ear as he glides the card through the scanner. It turns green.

“Oh,” you lamely let out as he gently pushes you into the room.

You take in your surroundings, slightly surprised at how nicely Jean had set you up. The stream of light sneaking through the curtains with the candle lit in the corner made for a romantic atmosphere. And the sight of the bed looking so inviting made your eyelids feel heavy.

“Are you tired?” Kuni asks, locking the door behind you both.

“A little,” you hum. But you had just landed in Paris, you’d feel bad if you didn’t go out to explore.

“Rest then, we can go out tomorrow,” Kuni says, as if he’s read your mind, “I have to go check in with my manager, will you be okay alone for a while?”

“Yeah,” you nod, watching as he gave your shoulder a soft pat and left the room.

Once he was gone you flipped open your suitcase for something more comfortable and less sweat-drenched from the flight to change into. It was an odd feeling, sharing a room with someone you liked. It made your stomach feel all tingly for the upcoming nights.

You climbed atop the bed, taking a quick picture to send to the Celestia group chat to let them know you’re alive, before sliding underneath the sheets. You didn’t want to fall asleep but with the way the sun was setting on your face and how the mattress sunk beneath you, drifting off was inevitable.

An hour or two later you were in a haze as you heard distant footsteps in your room and a cold hand touched your forehead. The comforter shifted and the mattress beside you sunk as you instinctively turned to face the cause of the weight.

「 kuni’s pov 」

“Hey,” Kuni greeted, his voice low as he gently tapped your cheek. There was no reply as you had passed out from exhaustion.

He peeled back the comforter to join you in bed, trying his best to not cause too much commotion. He settled beside you, turning on his side to face you.

“あなたは私の隣のベッドでとてもきれいに見えます,” Kuni whispers, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

He’s never been able to look directly at you on dates, either due to his nerves or from yours. He never was great at eye contact. But with your defenses down and you being in a weak state, he could finally look at you and take you in. Memorizing every detail you tried to cover up.

“私は嬉しい私はあなたに会った,” he hums, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You groggily open your eyes for a second, slowly blinking before falling back asleep. You unconsciously shuffle closer and throw an arm around his waist. His heart skips a beat.

“私は嬉しいあなたはこれを読むことができません,” he adds, feeling embarrassed for his words, “おやすみ.”

behind the lens !

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scara is trilingual in this 😴 english, japanese, and french! bro can seduce you in all three

satanic__000 on tiktok as scara

just realized i used the wrong kazuha and venti account in the parent trap gc pleek ignore that!

translations:

(1) あなたは私の隣のベッドでとてもきれいに見えます = you look very pretty in bed beside me

(2) 私は嬉しい私はあなたに会った = i’m glad i met you

(3) 私は嬉しいあなたはこれを読むことができません = i’m glad you don’t know what i am saying

(4) おやすみ = good night

author’s notes — shoutout to my pookie bear amy for helping me translate the japanese for me 🥺 ty!!

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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elli3luvs · 1 year

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good girl reader x bad girl dealer ellie? I feel like it would be rlly cute

a/n: love this so much! i agree it would be really cute omfg thank you so much for requesting! i will keep my requests open until probably friday or so so request if you want to <33

all ellie knew since she got into college was to deal. she had one singular retail job, quit in the middle of her shift, and never went back

through the years it has hardened her exterior a little bit

having to deal with gruff men who would sometimes try to get handsy called for her to toughen up

it wasn't uncommon for her to have to yell and swing on some of the men that try to buy from her

some men see her skinny frame and don't think she has muscles

she's shown them

her least favorite place to deal was hands down parties

she got a lot of clients during the party, college kids wanting to smoke away their stress but she hated the way they tripped over themselves

they would rarely buy anything more expensive than 30 dollars so she wasn't turning a huge profit but it was better than nothing

if she had to deal with another frat boy trying to get weed free by "seducing" her she was going to throw up

she was leaning up against the counter in the kitchen, red cup filled with some sort of concoction when her eyes met yours

you were already looking

how could you not look at the mysterious dealer who barely even talked to their customers

she always fascinated you as you have seen her a couple times around campus

you were too shy to say anything though because of her gruff appearance

there was no point either since you didn't smoke

her eyebrows quirked up when she took in your features

"you're pretty." she mouthed from across the way

your cheeks flushed

you shook your head, "you're prettier." you mouthed back

she laughed and you wished you were closer so you could hear it

you bet it was a beautiful sound

after a brief battle with your anxieties you decided to go closer

when you got next to her she leaned down a bit, "you buying?"

you look up at her, "i don't smoke!" you hollered over the music

she patted your shoulder, "don't start!" she yelled back

that's how it started between the two of you

ever since that moment if you passed each other on the street, walking to your respective classes, you would wave or smile at each other

ellie thought the way you carried yourself was so endearing

the backpack sitting high on your back, clothes that covered every part of you, and hair always sitting perfectly

when she passed you she could always catch a faint hint of strawberries and something like sugar or cookies

it made her smile everytime

but you loved the way ellie looked even more

disheveled, hair sticking every which way, and backpack hanging open leaving a trail of papers behind her

eyes always a kind of hazy red

it was very attractive to someone who has been around only uptight people her whole life

the first time you saw her yell at someone it made your attractive toward her grow even further

it was another party and as soon as you spotted her, you walked up

"you sell?" she turned around while nodding her head until she realized it was you

she pushed your shoulder, "not to you!" the music bumped in your ears loudly as the two of you shared a laugh

you were right, it was a gorgeous sound

thank god you were close enough to sort of hear it this time

she pointed at your drink, "what's that?"

you stood on your tiptoes so she could hear you, "water! i don't like drinking!"

she smiled at your response, "good girl! why do you come to these things?"

"to see you!" it was a half-truth, half-lie

she rolled her eyes at the flirty remark but you could see blush creeping up, "yeah right!"

"my roommate-"

you went to tell her the truth when a guy walked up to her, speaking to her in a low voice, shoving a 20 her way

she pulled out a bag and handed it off to him without much of an interaction

the issue is when he caught your eye and smiled creepily

"how much for an hour with you, sweet girl?" he grabbed your arm roughly

you wince at the calloused feeling of his hands on your arm, trying to pull away but his muscles overpowering you

before he could get much farther with you, ellie's tattooed forearm shot into view

"get the fuck off of her!" her voice was loud and rough, lips curled in disgust at the man

he scoffed, "what are you gonna do about it?"

she shoved him harshly, "i'll fucking kill you."

before you could register what was even happening, she was on top of him slamming her fist against his greasy face over and over

a hoard of frat boys broke it up shortly after

you were in the bathroom sitting on the marble counter with her in between your legs

you looked over her arms and face to make sure he didn't catch her in any way

her knuckles were bloodied and she was shaking a little bit from the adrenaline

"you didn't have to do that." you whispered, feeling guilty that she had to do that for you

she smirked, "of course i did."

"i can handle myself. i'm a big girl!" she outwardly laughed at your words

"a big girl, huh?" she leans forward, arms now caging you to the counter, "you don't drink or smoke. always going to class. studying... i bet you can't even lift 5 pounds. i had to make sure you were alright."

you bite your lip, "thank you."

the start was slow but you fell for her harder and harder every day

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams scenario #ellie headcanons #ellie williams headcanons

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trcpicoz · 7 months

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

a/n: this was inspired by an idea @yungbludz gave me, i hope you like this girlie🤍

word count: 1.2k

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summary: your brother trent introduces you to dominik and what starts as a hookup behind your brother’s back turns into a secret relationship with a man you grew to love

warnings: smut 18+

you woke up with a text from your big brother.

“hey y/n, me and the boys are going to club later tonight if you wanna come with us. you can bring a plus one if you want to :)”

“sure i’ll be over at your place later and i’ll bring anya with me we’ve been dying to go out all week.”

“ok good, just don’t flirt or hookup with any of my teammates i don’t want you getting hurt.”

“trent im 20 years old you can’t tell me what to do.”

“i’m just trying to protect you but whatever take it that way if you want.”

you showed up to trent’s apartment. “anya had something come up so she couldn’t come, but i’ll still go” trent rolled his eyes since he suggested bringing a friend so you’d be more concerned with her than his teammates especially dominik who he knew you had a thing for. you were wearing a short backless dress and heels, you normally showed skin when you went to the club but you’ve never gone with your brother “i hate that dress y/n it’s too revealing” you rolled your eyes at your brother, you were tired of him being so protective and often controlling “i don’t give a fuck what you think about the dress let’s go and just quit pissing me off” you both walked out mad at each other.

you arrived at the club and greeted trent’s teammates until you paused when you got to dominik, your crush. he was wearing a black button up shirt with his chest revealed in front of your eyes, his hair was slicked to the side with a strand falling in front of his forehead, his lips were plump and full, his beard was freshly trimmed and lined up, his cologne smelt sexy and expensive like a man that could spoil you with sex and material items. “hi i’m-” dominik interrupted you when you introduced yourself “fucking gorgeous” he said softly almost under his breath not even realizing he said this out loud scanning your body up and down biting his lip undressing you with his eyes. you were immediately flattered and giggled “thank you” dominik snapped out of his lustful state eyes wide open looking at you like a confused puppy “i’m sorry- uh what?” you glanced at him seductively “you said i’m gorgeous and you’re staring at me like you’re enjoying the view” dominik never had someone take control of the conversation like this, he was so used to being dominant and the one doing the seducing but this time it was you. “i would be lying if i said you weren’t the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen” you both stared into each other’s eyes and just before dominik spoke- “so what’s going on here?” ugh it was your brother coming to annoy you for the 50th time that night “trent what the fuck do you want i’m having a conversation” dominik turned away from you feeling uncomfortable from the sibling bickering and slight cock blocking from his friend. “i just wanted to see how you were doing” trent leans down to whisper in your ear “please don’t do anything stupid” you pushed trent away from you “just fuck off oh my god”.

some time had passed at the club and you and dominik were dancing all night. “we should go back to my place” dominik said in your ear over the loud music. “okay, but we have to figure out a way to get out of here without my brother knowing i’m going with you” so you texted your brother.

“hey trent, i’m not feeling well i’m gonna take an uber back to my apartment, get home safe, love you 🤍”

“okay, hope you feel better little sis, love you too🤍”

you and dominik left to his place. the second you entered the apartment dominik picked you up and carried you to his room kissing you will his lucious lips. “i’ve been waiting to take this dress off of you all night, i can’t wait to make you cum” dominik removed your dress and kissed down your torso until he reached your panties “have you ever been eaten out?” he looked at you with the filthiest eyes, mouth almost drooling thinking about how wet you are “nobody ever-” the feeling of his tongue made you choke on your words “ah what a shame, you taste heavenly” he worked his tongue against your folds and your clit tasting every drop of your wetness then he came up air for air rubbing your clit slowly “since you’ve never been eaten out, you’ve never been tongue fucked” he smiles at your confused face “what’s that?” he chuckles “let me show you” dominik shoved his tongue in your pussy moving his chin up and down fast making you moan. no man has ever treated you like this in bed, it was something you’ve never felt before. how could something feel so good and make you this happy, you instantly caught feelings. he continued to suck on your cunt while you rubbed your hands through his hair, you didn’t know if you were falling in love with him, his mouth or both. you patted his cheek “wait baby-” you realized what you just called a man you just met “baby?” “oh i didn’t mean to call you that i just-” “you sound worried as if i sound upset, i like it when you call me that” you felt relieved that he didn’t care “dom i want you inside me” he undressed himself in front you and got on the bed and put your legs on his shoulders kissing your legs rubbing his face against them “i think i’m falling in love with you”. he slowly entered his thick cock inside of your wet dripping pussy “you’re so wet baby” the strokes were slow but powerful, each time he pumped his cock in your pussy you both moaned, it’s like his cock was made just for you. dominik groaned “i’m getting so close” he started going fast and you started to scream feeling your orgasm creeping upon you. you and dominik came at the same time as you both felt an out of body experience, you never felt this connected to someone.

once you both caught your breath he took his time cleaning you off since he finished on your stomach. “do you want a glass of wine? you know i make good money i have the good stuff” you smiled and gave him a peck “of course baby go pour me glass”.

“i know this might be too fast or upfront and maybe this isn’t what you had in mind when you wanted to hookup with a guy after you went to a club but…do you wanna go out on a date? maybe dinner or if you really want to splurge we can go to paris for a day? i just wanna get to know you and spoil you a bit, i wanna treat you like a princess- no a queen.” you nearly cried at a man falling head over heels for you like you did for him “i would love that dom, let’s start out with dinner first though, i don’t wanna drain your pockets that much” you caressed his cheek and kissed him.

dominik left the room to get your glass of wine when your phone rang, it was trent. “why the fuck are you at dominik’s apartment y/n!?” you forgot you and trent turned on each other’s location just incase you split up at the club. how will you and dominik be together now that he knows?

#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai smut #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #footballer x reader #footballer x you #footballer smut #footballer x y/n #football imagines #footballer drabble #footballer imagine #footballer fic #footballer fluff

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joelsmochi · 11 months

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Playing Dangerous

SUMMARY: female Reader, who works for the Cartel, received instructions to burn down a house for her boss. Javier went to arrest her, but once she realized he wouldn't play the same games as her, she knew she needed to offer up something else as her ticket to freedom... WARNINGS: 18+, no use of Y/N, power play, prostitution & bribery if you look close, unspoken degradation, handcuffs, unprotected piv sex, creampie, lots of good girl bombs, car sex (one day i’ll write good smut in a bed…one day) WC: 4.9k - It is finally here. The second story in my LDR series. So sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy ♡

You just can’t stay out of trouble, can you?

You were standing on your small porch with an admirably handsome DEA agent questioning you about a fire. You knew you had the upper hand here when you noticed his eyes casting over your half-naked body that glistened with a light layer of sweat.

“Do you know anything about that, ma’am?” He asked you softly; you knew he knew it was you, but what proof did he have?

You just smirked and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “No, sir,” you cooed while pursing your lips.

He cleared his throat hastily and his eyes narrowed. “Really? Because witnesses say you’re the one responsible.”

Apparently, he had enough proof.

You shrugged, maintaining eye contact with him. “Everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.”

His body tensed at your voice’s softness but he maintained his composure for the most part. A breeze passing by gave your skin goosebumps and made your nipples perk up; he briefly daydreamed about his tongue twirling around it, feeling annoyed that he was thinking about something like that during a stressful time for him.

“It’s Agent,” he corrected.

Your eyebrows raised and you gave him a fake apologetic look. “Oh, my apologies.”

“So… It wasn’t you?”

“No, I wouldn’t do a thing like that.”

And it was mostly true. You preferred a less obvious way of taking out enemies and outposts, but your boss’s boss wanted everyone to know who was still in charge here. You disagreed with the approach but didn’t argue. After all, they do pay your bills.

“Are you sure?” He edged, sensing how you wanted to play games with him. He was over it, and to be frank, your short and thin nightgown had his head full of inappropriate thoughts that made him want to hurry up and get home to fuck his fist.

He hated how pretty you were in the moonlight with your makeup from the day still on, but his wandering eyes saw how fresh your lipstick was. He perceived it as your way of trying to seduce him, or whatever officer came by, and being turned on by it pissed him off even more.

“I heard from the neighbors that the house was already on fire,” you said simply with a swift shrug, but his warm and inviting eyes suddenly turn shallow and cold; you were thrown off of your game of lies so you attempted to change the subject. “Gosh, I’m all exposed here in my nightgown… Do you mind if I go and cover up? You’re more than welcome to come inside.”

Yeah. Right. Javier may be attracted to you, but he’s not stupid. You could take this as an opportunity to shoot him or kidnap him.

As harmless as you look, you were still one of Escobar’s employees and they typically did whatever they needed to survive with confidence. This just wasn’t a chance Javier could take.

“Nice try. Come on, hands on your head,” he said contemptuously while unveiling his handcuffs.

You frowned feeling confused at the sudden shift of his energy, stuttering over your own words as you defiantly obliged.

His eyes avoided yours as he readied the cuffs and stepped closer to you to make the arrest official. He didn’t care to be gentle with you either — why should he?

After all, you did almost kill someone tonight.

His slender fingers jabbed at your ribcage as his hand forced your body to turn around; you felt a few knuckles crack uncomfortably from how hard he pulled your hands from above your head to the small of your back.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on me?” You asked when he clicked the cuffs a little too far. He didn't respond.

He tried to keep his eyes off of how plump your ass looked beneath the thin gown, but it was hard when the force of his hands moving your body as he cuffed you made your ass jiggle effortlessly.

But still, he maintained composure.

You accepted your fate, but you still wanted to try to earn your freedom. Something you’d never done before but weren’t ashamed to do. Not when a man this handsome wears his heart — or rather, his cock on his sleeve.

He pulled at your arm roughly and began walking you to his car. The lack of communication from him only prompted you to speak even more.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” you said.

Still nothing.

“Please, officer, I will do anything.”

Fuck… How he would give almost anything to bend you over and—no.

He knew that you were just trying to get off scot-free, and he couldn’t—wouldn’t let that happen.

“Anything you like, sir,” you cooed oh so sweetly it nearly gave him a toothache.

He stopped you right in front of the car to glare at you. At least he tried to. Your smile was smug yet innocent, and your eyes expressed an eagerness foreign to him.

You weren’t a prostitute, and he knew that from your record. You weren’t the type to sell your body, so… Why do it now? He wondered if you were trying to be let go or maybe…? No, no, it can’t be that…

He realized he’d been in thought too long when he looked back into your eyes, and that eagerness hadn’t left. Was it possible you really just wanted to have sex with him?

The light in your eyes gleamed different than most of the women he’d been with — he just couldn’t put his finger on the particular emotion.

“Nobody has to know if that’s what you’re worried about,” you whispered as your eyes faltered to his partially exposed chest.

Oh.

The excitement and eagerness and anticipation he was picking up from you? It was rebellion. You didn’t want to have sex with Javier. What you wanted was to lay in bed with the enemy. It all made sense.

And it made him undeniably weak in the knees. His stomach flipped just thinking about it.

“Sounds like that’s what you’re worried about,” he retorted.

A flicker of vulnerability highlights your eyes that wasn't unnoticed by him. He didn’t understand why his body was under so much hesitation by your damsel in distress act.

Maybe it was how you called yourself a good girl even though everything about you screamed otherwise. Your short gown and your evilly beautiful smile… Your cockiness and playful personality…

Or maybe Javier had just gone too long without any.

“Let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer,” you keenly propose; though the repetition of officer had him gritting his teeth, he no longer wanted to hold off your fantasy of betrayal. “You can ask me anything you want.”

“Anything?”

You simpered at the way his eyebrows raised and nodded. “Anything.”

He didn’t hesitate with your negotiation, using his broody arm to swiftly pull you to the side of the Jeep before he opened the door for you.

He shouldn’t be doing this. No, Steve is gonna kill him. What kind of person takes sex from an arsonist as a bribe? Had his standards for morality really dropped that low? But he caught a glimpse of the still-burning fire in the distance and decided: what the hell?

He climbed in after you and shut the door, thankful you live in a more than secluded area. He could have been a gentleman and taken you to your bedroom. He just didn’t want to.

He studied you like any of Escobar’s other men — and you surprised him tonight. You were notorious for being hardheaded (that had only been proven correct tonight), but you also had the reputation of making men your bitch.

So he couldn’t help but wonder… What made him so different that you’d degrade yourself for an arrest that probably wouldn’t have even held up anyways?

Were you that desperate? Didn’t matter. He was going to find out.

“Do you have a girl?”

Your question threw him off. “Hmm?” He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I don’t see a ring on your finger,” you said instead of repeating yourself.

“Uh, no,” he said though he wasn’t entirely sure what the truth was at this exact moment. “No Misses… Is that seriously where you draw the line?”

You grinned and giggled loudly, shifting to find comfort within your current restraint. “No, but that does make this a little less fun.”

He couldn’t ignore how his cock antagonized his jeans, enthusiastically twitching against his zipper. He cleared his throat and spread his thighs to try and give his member some room to breathe, to no avail.

His tone was mean and cold as he spoke. “Is that what this is? Fun?”

Your smile faltered almost entirely, replacing itself with a much more shy one. No man who was only minutes away from fucking you had ever spoken like that. You couldn’t deny the insecurity that suddenly rose inside of you.

“It doesn’t have to be,” you said bashfully, unintentionally batting your eyes at him and cowering your head down. As embarrassed as you were, you almost enjoyed it: the shame and the submission eradicated any impulsiveness within you.

This was no longer an escape plan but a mere effort to make him remember you.

“…I can ask you anything?” He asked after squinting at you. He tried his best not to smile when he realized he was getting to you.

“Anything you want,” you said just barely above a whisper.

He watched you look at him through your eyelashes with admiration glowing in your pretty eyes. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger to tilt your head up a little; he gave you a crooked smile before asking, “Are you a good girl?”

Your heart leaped inside your warm chest. You wanted to stoop to his level and be mean and taunting right back, but you just fucking couldn’t.

God, he was handsome. So dark yet so bright. With a mysterious charisma that no other man could possess, he had you wrapping yourself around his finger. So… You try to appease him.

“That’s what I said, isn't it?”

You didn’t hear how harsh it came out, so it was a surprise when his gentle fingers wrapped tightly around your jaw below your chin. You whimpered and leaned your chest to his forearm, giving him goose skin.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Shh,” he whispered, “I know.” He teasingly moved your head around and half-smiled again. “Did you set the house on fire?”

“I—“

His grip tightened, resulting in your cheeks and lips being squished up a little. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“Y—yes. I did.”

“C’mere.” His hand remained clamped around your jaw while he managed to guide you atop his lap; he used his free hand to undo the button and zipper on his jeans and then reached beneath your nightgown and rubbed your panty line. “Good girl… Right?” You could only nod at his question, untrusting of your voice. His grip loosened so that he could trace his thumb over your tinted cheeks. “S’this what you really want?”

You gave him a daunting smile and nodded once more. “Yes.”

His hands disappeared below your gown; his right arm wrapped around your hips to lift you slightly while his left hand reached for his semi-hard length, pulling it out with a hard tug.

He kept his pouted brown eyes on yours the entire time, wanting to see every movement your face made. He pulled your panties to the side and let his swelling head meet your entrance.

Javier admired your patience — even dragging the head of his cock back and forth along your pussy lips for a minute wouldn’t make you act out of line. You wanted to prove to him how good you were so that he could forget all of the bad things you did.

He carefully placed his cock head at your entrance and slowly let go of your hips so that you could take your time to adjust to him.

A contentious sigh fell from his lips when he felt how tight you were compared to his girth. He took the liberty of undoing the rest of his shirt while you tried to gather enough stability to fully sink onto him, but with the lack of foreplay, a pain-filled hiss was heard by you.

“Take it slow,” he instructed confidently. “Take what you can.”

A sense of relief washed over you, and for the time being, you only took a couple of inches inside your needy cunt. You exhaled softly as you raised your hips kindly and slid back down.

Javier watched with attentive eyes, finding the little frown forming on your face adorable. Your eyes were shut with focus as you tried to maintain balance and a slow but consistent pace.

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the slight burning sensation of him stretching you out slowly dissipate into pure pleasure as your slick walls relaxed around him, allowing you to take more of his length in.

Even though his eyes were on your face, all his focus was on how tightly your sopping pussy squeezed around him. He loved how your pussy clenched around him to adapt to his girth. If your pussy felt this good now, he couldn’t wait to know how much better it’ll get when you come.

“Why’d you set the house on fire?” He asked randomly.

“What?” Your movements faltered, and you frowned at him. Is that seriously what’s on his mind right now?

“Did I say you could stop?” He said darkly.

You hesitated, stuttering out a, “N—no.”

But you were too lost in his stern eye contact to start riding him again.

So with one brief movement, he forced your hips down so that his cock filled you. A cry of pain left your lips, and you unintentionally tightened your knees against his thighs, which he didn’t seem to mind.

You were sure to not waste another moment, so you lifted your hips and took everything in again, but he filled you to your brim.

The bulbous head of his dick grazing against the peak of your cervix became more comfortable within a few more movements, and you finally gained enough composure to answer his question.

“I do everything the boss tells me to. Mnh…” You breathed heavily and settled at a steady pace, feeling your arms beginning to lock up behind you. “I don’t question it. I just do it.”

He surprised you by thrusting into you once as you were lifted, but he was careful not to go too deep. “Okay… I believe you.”

You grinned and sank onto him completely. “What’s your real name?” You asked him, leaning your face closer to his.

He stared plainly at your eyes and held his breath for a moment. “Javier.”

You rewarded him by going up…then down again. You watched how his body responded to the slow but forceful movement. “What a pretty name,” you complimented. “Do you prefer Javier… Or something else?”

“I’d prefer it if you stopped teasing me,” he groaned through clenched teeth. You felt his body tense up despite the lack of physical contact.

Your eyes battered back and forth in brief ponder. You wanted to tease him a little longer, make him beg for it even, but you had to remind yourself that he was in charge whether you liked it or not.

“Can you hold onto me for a second?” You asked, which he seemed happy to do.

Something about feeling up the smooth fabric that clad your body sent shivers down his spine and straight to his dick.

His long fingers found their way around your waist, and you trusted his grip enough to shift onto your feet so that you were squatting on him.

“Okay, now I need you to put your arms under my thighs,” you instructed, praising him when he listened. “Just hold me steady, okay?”

You didn’t give him much time to respond before raising your body until his cock was almost entirely out of you, then you slammed your hips back down so that he filled you again.

He couldn’t prevent the pathetic and loud whimper that escaped his throat. The slight change in the position provided more than enough pleasure to make his entire body jerk. His hands instinctively grabbed the cuff of your ass as you repeated the motion at a relentless pace with an intense force every time you squatted.

At this angle, your walls gripped around him so much he grew afraid he would come too soon, but he couldn’t stop — he didn’t fucking want to.

Everything felt too good. You were so wet for him, and he felt your hot precum leak out of you and coat his balls. Your ass was warm but still covered in goosebumps from how his cock stretched you out so sweetly — nothing was painful anymore. Not even your handcuffed wrists.

Seeing the pure bliss spread across his face was motivating you to continue. His eyes were shut, and his eyebrows were raised with concern. You watched as his tongue flicked across his bottom lip between the helpless moans he let out.

When he noticed how quiet you were, he looked at you worriedly, but you were just focused on being good for him. He saw how heavy your eyes were and how you were almost biting back your moans.

“That feel good?” You asked when you saw him look.

His eyebrows stitched together as he profusely nodded and gripped even more of your ass. “Yes, fuck yes, keep going,” he encouraged.

The strap to your gown slipped down your shoulder enough to reveal part of your nipple. Javier was inclined to fully unveil your breast, but something about almost seeing all of you was more invigorating, at least for the time being.

All these feelings were too much: he had to come, but he didn’t want to stop. But your velvety walls only felt like they were getting tighter and tighter.

You felt him getting close with how his body kept twitching, flinching, and tensing up with every squat. His moans grew breathy and hitched rather than full of bass. He wouldn’t be able to hold off any longer.

He let you get him as close as possible. So fucking close. His body was on fire, and his head fell back against the seat again.

His cock was tortured by the slickness of your walls that dared him to empty himself inside of you, but when an inch of his orgasm had begun, he was quick to push your hips up and slip himself out of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he shouted. You chuckled, shifting back to your knees for comfort, then leaned forward to kiss him. He looked up at you again and gave you an embarrassed smile. “Fuck, sorry,” he laughed against your lips. His laugh was so sweet and gentle.

You loved the way he talked and how hollow his voice sounded. His words were bitter, but his voice tasted so sweet.

He gave you another kiss while lifting you off his lap; he guided your body so that you were on your knees facing the window before pulling your panties aside again to slip back into your glistening pussy.

You gasped at the newfound depth and rested your head on the seat, smiling when you felt him tug at the link connecting the handcuffs.

This was wrong.

The lack of respect you had for your colleagues and bosses got you here. Fucking ‘the enemy’. It felt so good to decide on your own, to betray them. It was like Javier took a lighter and ignited every flame inside of you again.

He pleased parts of you that he wasn’t aware of, and you couldn’t be bothered to let it end so soon. Not when rebellion tasted so sweet and fucked you so good.

Javier noticed you biting your lip again to quiet yourself — yet another habit you picked up on from previous partners — and hated it. He loved having vocal partners, even if words weren’t being said. He felt a little insecure, wondering if he wasn’t doing a good job, but your trembling body told him otherwise.

“Com’ere,” he said, lifting your upper half from the seat. His clad chest pressed against your back with the cool metal of the handcuffs hovering over your ass, and he kissed your jawbone before trailing a lick up your ear. “Don’t hold back for me, baby. Let me hear you,” he pleaded weakly.

Shivers trickled down your body, and you shuddered at the feeling. He smelled of expensive cigarettes, a light layer of musky cologne, and sweat. His scent was so intoxicating and made you even more needy for his touch. His calloused hands grazing over your ass beneath your pajamas tickled your skin and made you exhale loudly.

You felt his hand snake between your bodies before he lined his dick up with your entrance. He pushed it in at an achingly slow pace, making you whine and pout.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he said in a way that sounded like he was laughing at you. His hand palmed your hip as he began thrusting inside you, filling you up nicely each time. “That feel good?”

You nodded and held your breath, making him punish you by reaching around your hip to land firm a smack against your clit. You yelped and flinched, yet found the pain to be a turn-on.

“Yes,” you said, not wanting to be scolded by him any further. “Yes! It feels good.”

He chuckled wryly and began pounding into you at a relentless speed. His thighs slapped against yours, and his grip on your hip tightened.

You let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. Squeaks, yelps, falsettos — all this for Javier, and oh my God, did it bring him close to the edge again.

He wanted you to feel him, touch him. No. He needed you to. He needed your hands to undress him. To tug at his hair and claw at his back. He needed you to hold his face in your soft and clammy palms. He wanted to watch your pretty fingers work patterns on your clit while he bent your legs to your head and fucked into your stomach.

Then, suddenly he began uncuffing your wrists. You were thankful for the relief but tried to contain your excitement. He held the handcuffs in front of your face, then whispered, “You misbehave, and they go right back on. You understand?”

You nodded, shouting out, “Yes,” before gripping his hand on your hips as he still pounded your squelching pussy.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he began hitting your favorite spot at a new angle, fulfilling your need for pleasure in the deepest parts of your heart.

He moved his hand to grip your jaw and pulled your head back so your forehead pressed against his chin. Your back was in discomfort from the arched position, but his cock made up for it.

“Look at you…” He grunted. Your mouth was agape, and your eyes were clenched shut as your raspy moans filled his ears. “So fucking helpless,” he whispered, leaving soft pecks against your forehead. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby girl. Oh.”

You cried out his name as he continued to speak sweet nothings to you. Your nails clawed at his hand at the rise of tension building inside of your stomach.

“You treat me so well, Javier,” you breathlessly spoke. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He kept his momentum up as best he could when he felt your walls flutter around his shaft. It made his head feel dizzy, and his cock ached from wanting to release inside you.

The pressure began to release itself, and you weren’t sure how much longer it’d be before you came. “Can I—fuck! Can I cum? Can I please cum?”

His plump lips neared your ear as he said, “Yes, yes, yes, you can cum for me, pretty girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”

You screamed embarrassingly loud as your pussy flexed and contracted against him at his words, amplifying the orgasm peacocking throughout your body. He released your neck and ran his hands over your shoulder blades as you bent over and fucked him back to ride out your orgasm.

He looked down where you two were connected and saw a thick, white ring of cum wrapped around the base of his cock. He listened to your lowering volume carefully, waiting until you were finished as he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

At least not yet.

“Good…” He paused to land a firm smack on your ass cheek. “…Girl.” Another smack.

You flinched both times, making you both lazily giggle. He nibbled at your earlobe and kissed your neck before directing you to lie down.

You made sure to slouch down a little so that your back was against the seat and your legs up in the air; he rid you of your panties before cupping the back of your knees. He kept your legs pushed back and spread wide open for him as he slowly dipped his cock inside you without assistance.

You watched in awe as he stretched you out again, humming when he filled you and yelping when he pulled out. You laughed when he repeated the action a few times: fill you up, leave you empty…

He loved watching your muscles twitch due to his movements, such as your clit throbbing and your entrance clinging to him.

Finally, he went as deep as he could reach and watched the peak of your belly rise a little. He looked into your eyes and gave you a reassuring smile.

“You okay?” He asked quickly.

“Yeah,” you assured, “that feels good.”

His smile turned to a smirk, and he rocked his hips slowly. “Yeah?” He laughed.

You reached out to hold his face in your hands while biting your lip. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He allowed himself to fall into the euphoric feeling of you.

His mind wanted to remember how all this felt: your walls were so warm with soft edges, but your hands were so smooth against the grain of his beard. Your moans were intoxicating and addictive.

It was all he wanted to hear at this point in time. Who you were before didn’t matter anymore. Fuck no. You were Javier’s newly founded favorite priority, and he’d do anything to feel this good with you again.

He felt he was also rebelling against his morals and nature. How could he resist you, though? Standing there in your cute little nightgown and fresh lipstick on… So naughty and daunting yet so beautiful and obedient.

He reopened his lust-filled eyes and watched you moan and cry for him and for more. Your eyes were narrow, and your lip was swollen from where you were biting. You looked so pathetic beneath him, and it stroked his ego a little too much.

“Look at you.” He leaned his chest down to yours and gave you a sloppy kiss. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl, hmm?” He laughed bullyingly and smacked the back of your thigh while he rose again. “Play with your pussy, baby girl,” he told you; you obeyed without a second thought and gave yourself the added pleasure. “That’s it, good job… Yeah, keep doing that. Oh-ho, you look so pretty like that.”

You rubbed your clit like you do any other time you touch yourself, but your nerves were already so overwhelmed that you went in a little more rough than usual.

You twisted, pinched, smacked, and rubbed relentlessly at your innocent clit, almost like you were punishing yourself. Javier saw how needy you were to come again and couldn’t hold out much longer.

He was preparing himself to ask you where you wanted him to finish, but he felt you gather some of your cum up from around him before you shoved your slicked fingers into your mouth while maintaining eye contact with him.

He couldn’t control nor stop it.

He was a whimpering and moaning pathetic mess above you.

He collapsed on top of you and finished his orgasm with lazy thrusts, feeling overstimulated sooner than he would have liked to admit.

He lifted his head shamefully and rolled his eyes when he saw your arrogant ass smile.

“Shut up,” he said though you hadn’t said anything. He felt guilty for not giving you a second orgasm, but you were already reaching for your panties and slipping them back on. He sat beside you and tucked his faltering erection in his jeans before zipping them up halfway.

“Gonna keep you inside of me as long as possible,” you whispered seductively in his ear after he lit his cigarette. He rolled his eyes more playfully this time and simpered bashfully. “You still gonna arrest me, Javier?” You chirped after facing him and sitting on your knees.

He breathed out the smoke from his lungs and looked at you while rubbing your half-exposed thigh. “I thought everybody said you were a good girl?”

You grinned, a blush spreading rapidly over your cheekbones. You responded to him by subtly nodding.

“Come ‘ere.” You two shared a kiss that was full of post-sex love and excitement. “If I have to put these handcuffs on you again, I won't be so nice."

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highreevess · 2 years

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Omg I loved what u wrote about rafe but I'm currently in love with tom riddle again. Can you write a smut (or fluff whatever u like) about a popular!Hufflepuff reader (or whatever house u like) with tom trying to seduce her?

Of course! I'm going to write smut because, with Tom Riddle, fluff is pretty much nonexistent, but I will make the smut a bit softer than I usually would. Though Tom Riddle would never be sweet during honest sex, he would be if he was trying to seduce someone.

My Tutor

Warnings: Underage sex (Tom and reader are seventeen), seduction, manipulation, sub!reader unprotected sex.

Summary: Reader is at risk of failing her potions class, and she has to ace her next test in order to pass the class. She thinks that getting a perfect score on her next test is impossible, but when a certain dark-haired Slytherin offers his aid, she finds hope. What she doesn't know is that Tom Riddle is not helping her because he wants her to pass the class. He is helping her because he has been looking for an opportunity to seduce her for months. And when he finds it, he takes it.

Word count: 3,871

Sighing, I set down my graded essay and cross my arms over my chest.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" my classmate, Abraxas, asks.

"I failed," I sigh. I was studying for this potions essay for two weeks. I spent every night and day researching everything there is to know about potions, and yet I still failed.

"It's just one essay. You'll make it up," Abraxas says, dismissing my feelings about failing the paper as something unimportant.

"It's not just one essay," I tell him. "I'm barely passing potions. If I don't ace my next test, I'm going to fail the class." Though my grades are literally perfect in every other class, in this one, they are downright awful.

"I could always tutor you," a sudden voice says. Turning my head to the left, I see Tom Riddle standing above me, his hands clasped behind his back. Eyebrows furrowing, I ask, "Why would you offer?" Though I am quite liked throughout the school by most of the students and staff, there are still some people that do not like me. Tom Riddle is one of those people.

"You said you were at high risk of failing. If I tutor you, you will pass," he answers simply, as if I am stupid for asking my question.

For a moment, I think about denying his offer because I know how calculating and manipulative Tom Riddle can be when it suits him, but if I don't take him up on his offer, I am going to fail. Tom Riddle is top of the class, meaning there is no one better. If I want to pass, I need him.

"When can you tutor me?" I ask.

"Tonight," he answers, and my eyes widen. "Are you sure?" I ask. I hadn't expected him to offer to tutor me so soon.

"The test is in one week. If you wish to pass, we should start as soon as possible," he tells me.

I glance back at Abraxas, who just shrugs his shoulders and silently encourages me to take Tom Riddle up on his offer.

Swallowing, I look back at Tom Riddle. "Okay. Where?"

"The room of requirement after hours. Eleven to be precise," he answers before turning around and walking away. He heads toward the back of the library before disappearing behind a tall bookshelf.

I turn back to Abraxas and admit, "I don't know how I feel about being alone with him after hours."

"He's not going to hurt you," Abraxas assures, but even he knows that isn't something he can promise. Though I have never personally seen Tom Riddle cause harm to someone, I hear the rumors murmured throughout the school. I hear the rumors of him terrifying first-years and casting the imperius curse on sixth-years. I hear the rumors of him casting the cruciatus curse on those who have failed the tasks he has given them.

He has never been caught, but he has turned seventeen. That means the trace is no longer on him. The only way to prove that he used one of the unforgivable curses is to have a witness, and there are never witnesses.

"If his intentions were honest, he wouldn't want to meet alone after hours," I mumble, looking down at my potions essay.

"He can't kill you in the school, Y/N. You're worrying for nothing," Abraxas says, dismissing my thoughts.

"Am I?" I retort, meeting the fair-haired wizard's gaze.

He ignores my concerns yet again because he knows they are valid. Instead of arguing with me, he just says, "Do you have a choice?"

At his words, my gaze travels down to my potions essay, which is marked in dozens of places in bright red ink.

Swallowing, I answer, "No."

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Making my way down the large hallways of the school, I quickly head toward the room of requirement. It is just before eleven at night, but professors and other staff are often awake at this time. It's risky for me to leave my common room after hours.

But as Abraxas reminded me earlier today in the library, I do not have a choice.

When I come across a small corridor with a spiral staircase made of stone, I take it, heading upward until I get to the seventh floor of the large castle.

Once I step off of the staircase, I make my way to the corridor on the floor on the left. Once there, I make my way forward until I come across a wall made of stone with nothing on it.

I stand in front of the wall for a few moments, and eventually, a wooden door appears in front of me. I swallow and intake a deep breath before walking forward and opening the door.

I make my way into the room of requirement and see Tom Riddle standing just a few feet away from me, his hands clasped promptly behind his back. To the right of him is a rectangular table with two chairs on opposite sides. To the left of him is a large fireplace made of gray stone. Within the stone fireplace are a few green logs, crackling because of the green fire burning them.

"You came," he announces, his eyes narrowed as if he did not expect me to.

"I didn't really have a choice," I admit.

"We all have a choice."

His words cause my mouth to gape slightly because I don't know what to say to that.

Clearing my throat, I ask, "Shall we start?"

He nods and glances at the table he stands next to.

Taking the hint, I walk over to the table and pull out the chair on my side before taking a seat in it. He, however, does not do the same. Instead, he continues standing next to me, not even a foot away. "I have reviewed your most recent essay. You struggle most with the fundamental elements of each ingredient within a potion. You struggle with explaining how these ingredients make a certain potion when mixed together."

He takes a step closer to me, and I find myself swallowing at the action. He stands only two inches away from me—close enough for me to smell his cologne, close enough for me to feel his shadows.

"We shall work on that first," he says, and I give a curt nod.

His hand reaches out, and he grabs a piece of parchment with neat notes written on it in the finest of cursive—no doubt written by Tom himself. He wouldn't settle for notes written by anyone other than himself.

"I'm going to ask a series of questions. You are going to answer them," he says, leaving little room for argument.

"What is Aconite used for?" he asks.

"It's used in the Wolfsbane Potion and Wideye Potion," I answer.

"That's not what I asked."

"Yes, it was," I argue.

"I asked what it is used for, not what it is used in," he tells me, and I roll my eyes.

"What's the difference?"

"This is what I mean," he tells me, "you're misunderstanding the questions asked on tests and misunderstanding the prompts on essays. You know the material. You are just misunderstanding what is asked of you."

"Then, how do I fix that?" I ask.

"First, I want you to try to answer these questions," he says, grabbing a piece of parchment from the stack of papers on the table I'm sitting at. He brings it in front of me and says, "Read the questions and answer them. Really read them. Now that you know what your problem is, you may be able to fix it without my help. Give it a try."

Though I don't think I will be able to do what he thinks I can, I nod my head and turn my attention to the paper in front of me. On it is a series of hand-written questions written in the darkest of ink.

I look for a quill on the table, but when I don't find one, I turn to Tom. I see him holding a quill and an inkpot. He hands the quill to me and sets the golden pot of ink down on the table, a few inches away from my paper.

I mumble words of thanks before dipping the quill he gave me into the ink pot and casting my gaze on the paper in front of me once more.

I begin to read over the questions and prompts on the paper, double and triple-checking the questions before bringing the end of the quill to the paper and writing down an answer. I then check the questions again and my answers again before moving on to the next one.

Tom, though silent and uninterrupting, stands right next to me, distracting me even though he does not mean to. He watches me as I answer the questions he has written down, his blue eyes narrowed in observance.

After about ten minutes of answering the questions on Tom Riddle's "quiz," I feel Tom Riddle shift. He moves so that he stands behind me instead of next to me before leaning over.

Turning his head so that his mouth is close to my ear, he whispers, "Reread number seven." The coolness of his breath against my skin causes goosebumps to break out all over my body, but I try my best to ignore them. I give him a curt nod before redirecting my gaze to the seventh question on the parchment. I reread it and see that I misread the question when I answered it a minute ago.

I dip my quill back into the inkpot before crossing out my written answer and writing a new one. Once I do, I set my quill down and wait for Tom Riddle to either tell me to try again or tell me that I got it right.

"Very good," he whispers into my ear, his deep voice causing my body to wrack with a small shiver.

He seems to notice this because he tilts his head and says, "Am I making you nervous?"

I swallow and shake my head, scared that my voice will betray me if I choose to give him a verbal answer.

I see Tom Riddle's eyes narrow out of the corner of my eye.

Tom Riddle moves his hand toward the table and gently grabs my hand, his index and middle fingers gently pressing into the underside of my wrist. "Then why is your heart racing?" he asks, and my eyes widen when I realize he has hold of my wrist to check my pulse.

He leans closer, and his eyes drop down to my chest, which is only covered by a thin, yellow top. "Why are you breathing so heavily?"

Swallowing, I try my best to scoot away from him, but with one of his hands gripping the back of my chair, it's impossible.

"There's no need to move away, Y/N," he says, letting go of my wrist. His now unoccupied hand goes to my hair. He tucks a lock of it behind my ear, and a small breath escapes my lips.

Leaning in, he whispers lowly into my ear, "There's no need to ignore what you want."

My body wracks with yet another shiver, and I mentally curse myself for it.

"Tom, we should be studying—"

"Is that really how you want to spend your time with me?" he asks, cutting me off. "Do you really want to spend your time with me learning potion formulas instead of allowing me to give you the pleasure you seek?"

A small gasp escapes my lips at his words, and the corner of his lips kicks up. Holding my gaze, he moves his hand. He moves it downward until it hovers just above my breasts. He lets it hover there for a moment before grabbing the top button of my yellow top and undoing it.

When I make no move to stop him or push him away, he undoes the second button, then the third, and the fourth.

Only when he gets to the last button of my top do I realize what he is doing. I quickly shove myself away from him and stand up from my chair. "We can't," I tell him, intaking deep breaths because I wasn't breathing at all a moment ago.

"Why not?" he asks, tilting his head.

Swallowing, I shake my head again and avoid answering his question. My cheeks are inflamed with heat, and I'm afraid that if I answer him, I will either give him an answer that he knows is a lie or an answer that is the truth, which is the very last thing I want.

Tom Riddle takes a step forward. "Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you?" Though I would love to say yes, I can't because I know that it would be a lie.

And he would know it too.

So, I shake my head.

"Then what are you afraid of?" he asks, taking another step forward. He stands only half a foot away from me now, and it makes me take a step backward.

"I'm not afraid," I assure. "I'm simply not interested."

His head tilts, and he takes another step forward. And then another. He keeps moving closer to me until he backs me up against the stone wall behind me. Once he has, he brings his hand up to my face and thumbs my bottom lip. "Give me a real answer, and I'll leave you alone."

After a few moments of silence, his gaze drops from my eyes to my lips. He begins to stroke my bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes fixed on the movement.

Suddenly, he parts my mouth and sticks his thumb inside. My lips close around his finger on instinct, and he notices this with a smirk. "You can lie to yourself all you want," he tells me, tucking another lock of hair behind my ear with his free hand, "but you can't lie to me."

He removes his thumb from my mouth before surging forward, pressing his lips to mine. My eyes widen at the action, but all it takes is the sweep of his tongue against my lips for me to lean into the kiss. My eyes flutter closed, and I return the kiss.

Tom's large hands go to my top, and he undoes the very last button before pulling the top off of me, leaving me in only a black corset. Breaking the kiss, he grabs my shoulders and turns me around. He gently pushes my front against the cold wall in front of me before grabbing the laces of my corset. He quickly unties the corset while leaving kisses on my shoulders and neck.

Once he peels the corset from my body, he turns me around so that I am facing him.

My torso and breasts are hit by the coldness of the air, and a small gasp escapes my lips. I quickly cover my breasts with my hands, but he pulls my hands away and says, "Don't you dare."

"Tom—"

My words are cut off when he grabs my arm and spins both of us around. He then grabs my waist in his large hands and lifts me up. He sets me down on a cold, hard surface, and I don't realize that I am on top of a table until I look down and see the wood.

When I look back at Tom Riddle, I do not find him standing in front of me anymore.

I find him on his knees.

"Has someone given you an orgasm before?" he asks, and my mouth parts in a gasp.

"I'll take that as a no," he says, grabbing my thighs with his cold hands. He gently spreads them before saying, "Lift your hips for me, little witch."

I obey on instinct, and he grabs the end of my Hufflepuff uniform skirt before pulling it down until it reaches my ankles. He then pulls it off and tosses it somewhere in the room.

Though the frigid air around me makes me try to close my thighs, Tom Riddle makes it impossible. He keeps my thighs open with his powerful hands.

"Have you ever been with someone before?" he asks, and I swallow before nodding in answer. "One," I whisper.

"And he didn't make you cum?" he asks, and I swallow before shaking my head.

"Pity," he says, teasing my clothed pussy with his index finger. "A beautiful witch such as yourself shouldn't be left unsatisfied." My cheeks heat at his words, and he notices this with a widening of his smirk.

"Tell me, have you ever touched yourself?" he asks, and I nod.

"And did you cum?" he asks. I hesitate for a moment before shaking my head.

Narrowing his eyes, he asks, "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

My cheeks heat yet again, but this time it isn't because of lust; it's because of embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about, Y/N," he tells me, moving my panties to the side so that my pussy is exposed to him. He trails his index finger up my slit until it brushes over my clit, and my hips involuntarily buck against him.

Leaning in, he blows on my exposed clit, and a breath of air passes my lips. "Tom," I beg, but I don't know what for.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he asks, and I nod. Though I know that I shouldn't be doing this with him, the need to have him touch me overpowers all the warning bells going off in my mind.

"I need words, Y/N."

"Touch me please," I beg, and he obliges immediately. He presses his index finger against my clit and begins rubbing tight circles into it. "You have all of these stressful things weighing on you and no way to relax," he says, teasing my entrance with his middle finger. "Such a pity," he tells me, sliding his middle finger inside of me.

"Tom," I breathe, bucking my hips against him. "More." I don't want to rush him or boss him around, but I need more. I need him to make me cum.

"Such a greedy little thing," he chides, removing his finger from me. My eyes widen at the loss, and I open my mouth to tell him to touch me again, but he shushes me by speaking first. "I'll give you what you want, Y/N. Don't worry."

I watch him as he undoes his belt and tosses it to the floor beneath him. The metal of his buckle hits the stone floor with a loud noise that causes me to flinch slightly.

He seems to notice my flinch because he says, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Leaning forward, he presses another kiss on my lips, which I return in less than a millisecond.

My hands go to his slacks, which I quickly unzip. He steps out of them before pushing me down onto the table so that I am lying on it. "Hold on to me," he tells me, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion. Seeing my confusion, he says, "Trust me. You'll want to hold on."

Though I do not understand why he is telling me to hold on to him, I obey and grab onto his large arms.

That's when I feel it.

Something hard touches my core, and I look up at Tom's face when I realize that it is his cock. "Tom—"

"Trust me, little witch," he breathes, pushing the head of his cock into me. I gasp when I feel how thick it is, and my nails involuntarily dig into the flesh of his large arms.

"Shh," he says, bringing his hand up to my face. He strokes my cheek with his thumb as he gently continues to push inside of me. "It will feel good in a moment. Just hold on."

Though the sheer size of him pains me, his words cause me to nod my head and close my eyes tightly as I wait for the pain to subside.

Slowly and gently, he works his way inside of me, stroking my cheek and whispering words of encouragement as he does. Once he finally bottoms out, he whispers, "Are you okay?"

Though I am still in some pain, I nod my head, and he begins to slowly move.

I keep my hands on his biceps so I can hold onto him, and he seems to notice because he moves one of his arms so he can reach between my legs. He moves his fingers until he finds my clit, and once he does, he begins to rub tight circles into it.

The feeling of him rubbing tight circles into my clit causes me to relax around him, and I find myself allowing my eyes to flutter closed, in pleasure this time; not pain.

Wiggling my hips, I try to get him to rub my clit faster, but he doesn't. He rubs slow, tight circles into me, and it makes me whine in frustration.

I see him tilt his head, a wicked smirk forming on his pale face. "Tell me what you want," he says, continuing to circle my clit and fuck me at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Faster," I breathe, hoping he will understand what I mean.

He does.

He circles my clit faster and begins to gently pick up the pace of his thrusts.

Though I have touched myself before and have been touched by others, it has never felt like this. His touches are so skilled, and it makes me whine in pleasure.

I feel something coiling low in my stomach, and my eyes widen. "Tom," I say, my voice shaky. "Tom, I feel something weird—"

"Shh," he says. "Don't fight it. Just let go."

"Tom—"

"Trust me," he says as he continues rubbing my clit and thrusting into me.

The feeling in my lower stomach intensifies as he continues fucking me, and eventually, I am hit with an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. My eyes flutter closed, and my mouth parts in a quiet moan as pleasure takes me. "Oh, God," I whimper.

Tom Riddle's thrusts begin to quicken, and my eyes open when I feel it. I look up at Tom Riddle and see him with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

He begins to fuck me at a hard, fast pace, and though I am very sensitive because of the orgasm I just had, I don't object to his roughness. Instead, I watch as a rapture of pleasure overtakes his features.

I feel him pull out of me, and a second later, I feel something squirt onto my stomach.

When his eyes open, he looks down at me. "You're never going to be satisfied by someone else again."

He gets off of me before helping me off of the table. He then grabs my skirt and allows me to step into it. He pulls it up before grabbing the rest of my clothes and helping me dress. Once I'm fully dressed, he puts his clothes on as well.

"You need more tutoring. Meet me here again tomorrow night."

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Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 12

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 11 Chapter 13

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Chapter 12: You already have me

Summary: Daryl couldn’t just resist Y/N only in one of his shirts waiting for him to sleep.

Warnings: pwp, smut, p in v, protected sex, oral (female and male), praise kink, use of the word f*ck 3x, soft cute dirty talk, pet names, untold feelings. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 1,906

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. This Chapter is purely smut, no plot, really. Next chapter we go back to the series plot.

After another long day of work in the farm, you were back to yours and Daryl’s tent, you still smiled when you thought about, it was kind of nice to share something with a person, specially someone that meant something to you. The last days had been hectic, with a lot of discussion about what to do with Randall, the kid they brought from the city.

You took off your daily clothes and changed for one of Daryl’s shirts, they were big and comfortable, perfect to sleep. When you finished changing he entered the tent and drank you in, he had already lent you his flannels, but having you in just one of his shirts and probably your underwear, was really a sight.

“Are ya trying to seduce me?” He said zipping the door without taking his eyes off you.

“I’m not, but is it working?” You walked in his direction and put your arms around his neck.

“Now, ya tell me.” He got a hold on your waist and brought your body to meet his, you could clearly feel his erection on your belly.

You looked at his face, he hovered over you a little bit curved because of the tent height. “I think it was very useful to seduce you given your conditions…”

He had a smirk on his face when his lips touched yours, devouring them… He needed you so much, he had been wanting you for so long that it was overwhelming, also the stress of the last days had taken the best of him. It was as if he was sick and you were the cure.

“I need ya, I need to have ya.” He said forehead against forehead, his words burning like fire from your chest going straight to your core.

“You already have me, I’m yours.” You breath heavily, gasping for air. Both of you lowered to the ground laying over your sleeping bags, Daryl between your legs.

You kissed again, one arm supporting his weight and the other traveling from your thigh to your hips, to your belly and ending on your breasts. “No bra?” He broke the kiss to comment.

“I thought it was prohibited using one in this tent.” You gave him your sweetest smile.

“Good girl…” his husky voice on your ear made things to your panties. “Ya learn fast…”

You whimpered just by listening his voice and his praise. “Do ya like when I praise ya?” He asked cupping your breast, his thumb passing on your hard nipple. You just nodded, unable to say anything. “I made ya a question pup, use yer words to answer me.” His mouth close to your ear and then he licks a long strand from your jaw to your neck.

“Yes… I like it.” You said, your hands running down his chest to the hem of his shirt trying to pull it up. “Take it off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He took his shirt off immediately, his mouth going back to your neck and unbuttoning the shirt of his that you were wearing.

When he finished with the shirt he took a time to record the moment in his mind, you laying, wearing one of his shirts, your breasts showing with your hard nipples and your cute panties. In your needy state, you thought he was taking too long to go back to business. “Take a picture, it lasts longer” you said the one thing he used to always tell you when you kept staring for too long. And he would take a picture, if he had a damn camera and now he hated himself for not having one.

He went back to your breasts now substituting his hands with his mouth sucking it and nibbling your nipples, eliciting the sweetest sounds from you. “That’s it baby, moan for me don’t keep your sweet little sounds from me.” His warm breath on your skin sending chills all over your body.

His mouth descending to your belly, going down to the place you needed him the most. His fingers pulled your underwear from your heat, you wriggled your hips and legs to help him taking it off faster. “Why the rush, pup?” He said giving you light little kisses between your thighs, you whined.

“Stop teasing… just do it, Daryl.” You cried tortured by the special treatment you were receiving from him.

“Nah… this is most of the fun.” He said too close to your core, his warm breath hitting your center and making you squirm in expectation.

He gave you one delicious kiss on your clit making you moan immediately and buck your hips. Your thighs closing instinctively trapping him between them. He gave a long lick on your folds feasting on your juices, your hand descended to hold his hair pressing his face against your pussy, his nose pressing your clit while his tongue worked heavens on your cunt making you whimper, squirm and moan. “Dee… please… please…” you pleaded him, you didn’t even know what you were requesting from him… a release? To just fuck you already? More?

“Not until you cum all over my face, baby…” He sucked your clit, nibbled it and then changed his attention again to your core tongue going as deep as he could.

Your hand never leaving his hair, hips trusting on his face, experiencing the delightful sensation of the pleasure building in your lower stomach. He couldn’t stop eating out your delicious pussy. Your moans mixing with the sound of him devouring your juices making it sounds so pornographic that Daryl could swear he was capable of cumin by just eating you. You arched your back, your grip on his hair got tighter and your other hand gripped the sleeping bag under you. Once again you were filled with that marvelous feeling exploding and spreading and making you shiver, shake and whine while Daryl was still with his face buried in you and helping you go through your orgasm.

“Fuck… I was dyin’ to do it since last time I tasted ya.” He said coming back between your legs and kissing your lips, hungry, thirsty, almost feral.

You could taste yourself in his mouth all together with his usual delicious taste and also tobacco that you weren’t really a fan, but tasted surprisingly well in his mouth. Your hands were on his back, but soon you took them to his stomach going to his waistband and unbuckling his belt, and oh you were happy he didn’t stop you this time. You opened his pants and put your hand inside on top of his bulge, palming it. It was rocking hard, he let out a groan before breaking the kiss. Your hands going to the waistband of his boxer pulling it down just enough to let his cock spring free.

You couldn’t contain your surprised face when you saw it, big and thick hitting his stomach once it was set free. You always thought dicks were such an ugly body part, but looking at Daryl’s you could affirm his was rather beautiful, even the hair he got that came from his belly and went down there. You pushed his trousers and box down the maximum that your arms allowed you, you just wanted him naked as soon as possible with his dick inside you. “‘Kay baby, I got it, gonna take them off.” He distanced himself just enough to get rid of his remaining pieces of clothing going back to you.

You sat and looked down at his throbbing dick, you couldn’t just resist. “C-can I touch it?” You asked and he just took your hand in his, and guided to his cock.

“Ya don’t need to ask, just touch it. It’s yers.” He hissed once your hand was around it, caressing, rubbing… going up and touching the head.

“Can I taste it, just a little bit?” You asked doe eyes looking at him, how could he say no to such a pretty thing like you, when you asked so nicely. He loved how you were so submissive in a moment like this, as outside the sheets you didn’t take any shit from him or anyone.

“Just a little bit, pup. I don’t wanna cum in yer mouth, not today.” He caressed your cheek and let you take your time.

You tried giving small licks on its head feeling the salty taste of precum, he got a hold on your hair just to stable himself, because the wave of pleasure that was sent through his body shook him. You gave a long lick along his shaft eliciting groans and grunts from him, and when you got to the head again you put it inside your mouth sucking and humming on it, eyes on his face and he was making the most pretty faces for you. He let out a moan and he couldn’t continue like this anymore, if your mouth continued any little longer on him, he would lose it, fuck your mouth and forget all the things he wanna do to you.

He pulled you from his dick pulling your hair and taking a look at your blushed face, swollen lips and bit of spit going from your mouth to your chin. “It’s enough baby, now I need to feel ya around me.” He said curving to give you a quick kiss. He took a condom and handed it to you. “Wanna make the honors?”

You took the pack and ripped it open taking the rubber to place it on Daryl’s cock. Thanks anyone up there, you had learned how to do it on sex education. Because before, you were never offered the chance of doing it.

When you finished, Daryl’s hand went to your nape tangling his fingers in your hair and bringing your face close to his for a kiss. He made you lay down again and in between your heated kiss he started to rub his length up and down between your folds spreading your juices all over his shaft. You moaned between your lips, hips trusting into him while he tortured you with his teasing and didn’t do what you wanted him to do so much. “Eager, are we?” He asked, breaking the kiss and looking into you half closed half open eyes.

“Oh Daryl… please… just…” You pleaded him, begged unable to say the words of what you really wanted and overwhelmed by his cock fucking your folds.

“Please wha’, baby?” He asked hands caressing your hair.

“Please…” You cried, ‘make love to me’ you wanted to say, but even with all the possessiveness, all the protection and all the unsaid words both of you had in your eyes, you couldn’t dare to ask it of him, because you didn’t know what he really felt, you didn’t even know exactly what you felt and you were so afraid of losing him and everything that you got. “Please, fuck me.”

“Didn’t know ya were such a dirty girl…” He said still moving outside your pussy.

“I am, ‘cause of you.” You barely managed to say. God, if he continued like this you’d come again just by the brush of his dick outside of you. “Dee… if you don’t go inside me any soon… I’m gonna cum again just like…”. You didn’t get to finish your sentence as the amazing electric wave of pleasure rushed all over your body, making you whimper and shiver out of pleasure.

“Ma dirty girl” He said caressing your hair and your face, peppering small kisses here and there. “Say ya’re ma dirty girl.” He rubbed the tip os his cock on your entrance, making you feel dumb because the words couldn’t come out of your mouth. “Hm… just tell me.”

“I’m… your dirty girl, Daryl…” you said breathlessly thinking you’d probably die from anticipation. “Now, please, gimme your cock.”

“Don’t need to ask twice.” He said, ‘very funy’ you thought ‘just as if you didn’t make me beg you some seconds ago’.

He knew there was some time you didn’t have anyone inside of you, you were well lub, but he knew he should start things slow. He started pushing himself inside you and oh god the sensation of him stretching you was too much, you felt like he couldn’t go any further, but you needed him deeper. You felt already so full, but still it seemed like it wasn’t enough. “Fuck, ya’re so tight. I can barely move.” He hissed. “Are ya ok?”

“Yeah… uhg… just go until you’re full inside me” you answered arms around his torso, your fingers brushing lightly his back.

He moved a little bit more inside you and you couldn’t help moaning while he groaned the restraining feeling on his dick almost pulling him on the edge. “We’re almost there, pup.” Once he said it, bottomed out. “Tell me when I can move.”

“Okay”, you said, one hand caressing his hair, the other holding on his shoulder drawing little circles on it. Once adjusted to him, you gave him permission to move. “We can keep going.”

He pulled almost everything out, just to go fully deep again. He was slow but it didn’t mean he was being soft, he was a delicious mixture of rough and soft that you needed to know how to appreciate. “How d’ya like it, baby?” He asked face hidden on your neck, lips almost brushing your ears. “Wanna it slow and sweet or rough and fast?” He moved inside you in a torturing pace and you just wanted him to do his magic and send you to wonderland again.

“Whatever you like Dee… whatever you wanna do is what I want.” God, you just wanted to be fucked it didn’t matter how.

“Pup, if I did everything I wanted with ya, you’d probably not walk by tomorrow.” He pounded into you pulling out slowly and bottoming out in one quick movement, eliciting a whine from you. “If it’s too much, tell me.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” You said looking deep into his blue eyes that were like an ocean where you’d not mind to dive deep in.

He kissed you once again passionately while his hips trusted into you pursuing the best pace, the right one, hitting further into you just in that place that would make you see stars. You put your legs around his waist feet resting on his butt, you just wanted him to go deeper which was impossible since you were already almost fused as one person, that was how close you were. “Daryl… more, I need more…” you begged him as he hit that exactly spot inside you that sent you to the moon and back. “Fuck… yes… right there”. He continued lips on your neck sucking it and nibbling it, you were perfect, he had never experienced something so good before, not that he was sober enough to enjoy it properly any of those times. But in that moment, he was aware of everything, you, your surroundings, all the sensations, his untold feelings.

He hit that same spot again, and again, and again. It was becoming too much, you bit your lips trying to restrain not your moans, but the scream that was begging to be released from your lungs, you could be wrong, but you were pretty sure the others would listen if you screamed. You felt pathetic being so worked up, you were not even going kinky, but it had been so long and nobody had ever made you feel good like Daryl did, all the feelings were maximized. “Moan for me baby… I wanna listen to ya.” He said, breathing heavily his voice even more deep and hoarse.

“It’s… too much. I… I wanna… scream…” You tried saying between his trusts and jolts of the overwhelming pleasure being shot throughout your body. He caught your hands intertwining your fingers, putting your arms up your head, looking at your eyes, watching how your face contorted in pleasure. God, he loved it… he loved… he felt like he wanted to fuck you every single day of his life and he wouldn’t get bored, he’d be happy, all his problems would be solved. He was lost in you and scared, and he couldn’t stop himself from coming for more, wanting more.

“Ya can scream, scream ma name, moan it, do whatever ya feel like to…” he was almost there, he could feel it, and didn’t want to go without you, or before you. He took one of his hand between you, while the other continued to hold your hand, and touched your clit, circling it, pressing it… you were close now too, he could feel you clenching around him bringing him closer to his realese. He hit that delicious spot just one more time and sent you to the edge a scream of his name, as he reached his too biting your shoulder as he did so, trusting a few more times till both of you had gone through it.

He pressed his body against yours, not pulling out just yet. He observed your face, your breathing, your hands still holding, your eyes looking all over his face. If you weren’t sure before, now you were… you were definitely screwed. You had it bad for the archer. “ya good?” He asked, his other hand taking some hair from your face.

You nodded unable to say anything, holding his hand tightly, bringing it from above your head and resting it between your chests. “You good?” You asked him back. He took your hands and kissed the back of yours, then your forehead, the tip of your nose and a quick peck on your lips. “Ya’re perfect. ya did it so good. ya took it so well… I’m proud of ya.” His words sending that tingling sensation down to your core.

“Damn, you can’t talk so nice to me like that, or you’re going to have me all worked up again.” You confessed embarrassed trying to hide your face.

“That’s the whole point of it.” He said playfully, something you didn’t always get from him.

Very reluctantly he pulled out from you and got rid of the used condom. You were buttoning up the shirt again when he came back to you and stopped you. “Let me see ya shoulder, I guess I bit ya too harsh.” You stopped and let him take a look, it was red, he could see the mark of his teeth clearly there. It was probably going to become purple too. “ ‘m sorry.”

“I didn’t mind at the moment. I don’t mind now. It felt good.” You said while he gave a chaste kiss right at the spot he had bit.

You finished buttoning the shirt while he wore sweatpants and took a clean rag to clean you from your own juices. After it, you laid on the sleeping bags and you motioned for him to lay on your chest and he did.

Now he was starting to get used to it, being taken care of, being ‘laying on your chest’ intimate with you… and he couldn’t just stop accepting everything you were so willing giving to him.

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astroels · 1 year

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Dream girl

E. Williams x Reader

Sum: leaving a party with a pretty auburn headed girl and smoking with her, just having a good time.

wc: 1.5k

Fluff, making out

a/n: thought abt this last night and thought it was a cute idea

It was never a good idea to leave a party with a stranger, but the eye contact made with the lonely girl across the room sparked an understanding. It only strengthened when she walked towards you with a shy smile, asking you if you'd want to go elsewhere with her. You said yes, not only because she seemed like a sweetie, but you needed the company. The party was getting lonely, just babysitting your full cup while standing in a corner waiting for your friends to leave. Besides, it wasn't often you got to meet someone who made you feel comforted on meeting basis.

You sat next to the pretty girl in the back of her run down truck under the stars. You didn't know this would be "elsewhere," but it wasn't bad. She didn't speak much as she drove to this field, only small talk here and there over the music she played to fill the silence. Now that you were finally sat and comfortable, you decided it was time to actually talk.

You looked towards the girl, adjusting the blanket you shared at an awkward distance. "Is it too late to ask for a name?" The girl looked back at you curiously. "Maybe. could be a killer afterall." Her tone seemed to be a playful one. You chuckled awkwardly hoping she was joking. "If you are, please make it quick and put me out of my misery." You touched your heart to add exaggeration. She gave a light hearted chuckle and bit her bottom lip. "Ellie." She didn't strike you as an Ellie, but it fit her. "Pretty name for a pretty face." The words came out of your mouth naturally without double thinking it. The way Ellie's face gave a shocked expression made it less embarrassing. You could almost see the way she reddened with the moonlight.

When you told her your name, she complimented it. Everytime you shared eye contact, it made you want to melt, she felt intense in the most comforting way possible. Even though you felt okay with this girl, anxiety still knotted your stomach, it wasn't everyday you met someone and spent time alone with them automatically. Your thoughts were interrupted by Ellie's voice. "Uhm, do you smoke?" She glanced at you while pulling out a pre-rolled joint from her hoodie. Her features looked so soft when she looked at you, her eyes practically seducing you. You smoked, not without a friend, but you guess Ellie could count as a friend. "Yeah, I do." You smiled after replying. "Great, okay here." She passed you the joint, reaching into her jeans for the lighter.

She lit the joint as it layed between your fingers. It somehow felt wrong for you to take the first drag, so you spoke up. "You take the first one, Ellie." Her name sounding foreign to your tongue as it rolled out. She scooted closer towards you; the warmth that radiated off her body was just a couple of centimeters away. "Uhuh, you go ahead." Her words sounded like a whisper so close to your ear. They tempted you to turn her way, to look for something more, but you settled on just looking forward. You made a noise of agreement and took the first drag, coughing a little after. "Mm, y'got baby lungs." She chuckled at her own teasing. Her comment made you feel small but confident in a way to counter it. Turning your head to face her, you spoke. "Not always." You stared at her eyes for a second, watching hers bat up from your lips.

"Here." You held the joint to her lips, not allowing her to grab it. She hesitated before accepting the babying. "What're you doing?" Her voice came out in a low raspy tone as she licked her lips. " 'm helping you out." You said innocently, smiling. She hummed in agreement, accepting the help in taking a drag. You took another drag once the smoke of Ellie's had disappeared into the air. You both shared the joint, talking about interests, getting unconsciously closer physically. She learned about your interests that you fixated on, your classes, favorites, almost everything was talked about that night.

"Mmm what about instruments, play any?" The awkwardness had faded and turned into comfort in each other's presence. "Hmmm," You laid your head on her shoulder wondering if you should tell her about the guitar you'd gotten. It's totally lame to have one and not know a single thing about it right? Oh well, the you didn't have much train of thought left after Ellie put out the joint. "Got a guitar, dunno how to play it though." You felt Ellie's laugh vibrate from her shoulder. "Does that not count?" You looked up at her. "Not quite." You scoffed jokingly. "Yeah, well what do you play then?" You felt her stare down at you. "Guitar actually-- could teach you if you'd like." Your heart lit up at the thought she wanted to hangout again after tonight. "For sure." You were certain she could feel the way you grinned childishly. "I'll give you my number before we leave, pretty girl."

Your head shot up, looking at her in uncertainty if you heard correctly. "Pretty girl?" You questioned, checking to see if she meant it or it was a casual pet name. "You're really pretty y'know." She said it in a raspy whisper that made your heart flutter, feeling it knot into your stomach. You felt Ellie's hand come up to your face, laying on your cheek. Her hands felt clampy as if they'd been sweating, but you weren't going to mention it. "You are too," was all that came out lowly. As the words left your lips, you felt her other arm, with a beautifully done tattoo you might add, snake around your back. At first, it was just closeness that consumed both of you, basking in the warmth. But soon you were straddling her thighs as both your faces inched closer to each other, discarding the blanket that once covered you.

Ellie's eyes looked hazy with pink tones; it made her all the more attractive. You saw Ellie scan from your eyes to your lips to back to your eyes. Even in the silence, there was a mutual understanding of what's to come. You grabbed Ellie's face and pulled her in, locking your lips with hers. She held a grip on your curve that sat above your ass. Her lips were so soft and plump, you were glad they felt as good as they looked against yours. Soon, Ellie's energy switched into a more dominant one, biting the bottom of your lip for access. Her tongue felt slick against yours as you moaned in pleasure. When she pulled away, her lips looked swollen to match her dreamy eyes. She soon went after your neck instead. She left sloppy kisses near your ear, teasing with licks here and there. The noises she pulled from you only increased her ego to keep on going. As she got lower to your collarbone, she increased the time she spent, sucking to leave marks on display that she was there.

She made her way back up to plant a final kiss on your lips. She then moved past your face to rest her head on your shoulder, pulling you into a semi hug. With your face so close to her neck, you decided to tease her. "Ellie--" you whispered near her ear. You felt her body shudder at your voice. You planted kisses along her neck, experimenting with different ways to see what drew noise. Your softly bit her neck while kissing, and she let out a shaky whimper, something you hadn't heard from her before. You did it again which let her release a breathless moan. You enjoyed that you could do this to her. Not surprised she was into biting, you pulled away so you could face her. "That's interesting," you purred in teasement. Ellie stuttered while trying to find a response and hide the red that covered her face.

With no words to say to your comment, she let out an awkward laugh. "I like you," You couldn't tell if it was a confession or question, but you took it as the one that pleased you most. She rubbed her hand up and down your back in soothing motions. Your smile reached your eyes without you wanting it too. "I like you too, Ellie." You planted a kiss on her and got off. "Now take me home please." You demanded while tilting your head and smiling to make the remark lighthearted.

Once you reached your apartment complex, you waved goodbye to Ellie; She stayed parked near the entrance, you assumed it was to make sure you made it in safe. You looked into your pocket to find your keycard, but instead you were met with a paper.

"Call me :) (307) xxxx-xxx"

You looked back to Ellie, she winked and like that she was gone. She was the girl you'd dreamed of.

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purplecoffee13 · 5 months

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The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 1

Summary: “Y/N hates Harry, but fake dating him for a while seems to benefit them both, and she wouldn’t pass an opportunity to torture him, of course. But the lines drawn are blurry, and the tension is high…”

Wc: 3.4k

Tropes: semi-enemies to lovers (she doesn’t like him)

Warnings: jealousy, (slight and mentions of) violence, sexual tension

"Okay, just let me see if I got this right. You want me to be your girlfriend during the wedding of your cousin to get your parents off your back about another girl?"

"Fake girlfriend." Harry corrects me. "But yeah, that's basically the gist of it."

I stare blankly at him before letting out a scoff. This must be one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard, and I've had a guy call me 'daddy' before.

"Why don't you just reject the poor girl? I'm sure that message will get to your parents."

"Do you seriously think I haven't tried that?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I was just saying.." I raise my brows. I don't get why he's acting so frustrated, he's the one asking me for help. Which reminds me...

"Also, why me? You don't even like me."

When Harry and I first met, he was dating my old best friend, Marie. One night, he tried to kiss me while we were all out on the town, and I flipped out at him for betraying my best friend like that, and thinking I would ever go along with it.

The next day I told Marie about it, but she accused me of seducing him and we stopped being friends. Ever since then, I've hated Harry Styles. I hate him for creating that mess, for thinking I'd do something like that to my friend and I blame him for losing my best friend.

We never really spoke much to each other after that whole situation —besides the occasional forced conversation or collaboration during a project — so naturally I was surprised when I heard someone knock on my door and it turned out to be him.

"Because I don't want to go through the hazard of leading someone on, and all my other girl friends are taken and Leila's gay." He explains with a shrug.

"You won't lead someone on who's gay." I reason.

"My parents know Leila, so that wouldn't work." He counters, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "So, do you want to do this or do have any other burning questions?"

As a matter of a fact I do, ass.

"What makes you think I would help you?"

Harry clears his throat, shifting on my bed until he's seated with his body towards me. I get a bit nervous with how serious his face expression is.

"I've heard the stories about Malcolm, how he's trying to get you back." My face falters once the sentences leave his mouth. I didn't know it was that obvious. I know that Harry senses my uneasiness, but he goes on anyway. "After what he did, I understand that you don't feel the same as him, and this way we can get him off your back."

I frown, because he's right. It would benefit me too, and I hadn't even realized it until he pointed it out.

I caught Malcolm cheating on our six month anniversary, which was about about two months ago. I immediately broke up with him, and blocked him on everything. Unfortunately, Malcolm had somehow divulged himself into the delusion that he could convince me to get back together and he has been annoying me ever since. And while fake dating Harry seemed like absolute hell, it would be the perfect opportunity to send Malcolm the message that I’d moved on.

Malcolm disliked Harry too. I’ve never known why and I don’t think I ever will, but I didn’t question it at the time because I didn’t think very highly of Harry anyway, and assumed he’d pissed Malcolm off during a project or something.

I let some dramatic silence flow over us that consists of me frowning very deeply as if I'm working everything out in my brain, but I quickly open my mouth to avoid drawing it out too long. I have to say that it sounds like it could be fun, and an opportunity to embarrass Harry in many ways, in front of his parents.

Now that's tempting.

"Fine, I'll do it." I give in, secretly getting more excited as I make up ways to torture him in my head. "Anything I need to be aware of?"

"Wedding's in Italy, so you'll have to fake a stomach flu." He casually remarks, as if it isn't something he should have clearly mentioned before asking this loaded favor.

"What?! I was going to spend spring break at my moms!" — not that I was looking forward to that — "And how in the world am I going to pay a ticket to Italy? You know what, maybe this isn't such a good idea—"

"The ticket has already been paid, you don't have to worry about that. But if you'd prefer to be with your mom instead of a hotel in Italy, that's your call."

Harry's face stays neutral, but I can see in his eyes that he's hoping for me to say yes. I'd be lying if I said I was excited to spend a week at with my mom and her new husband; Italy sounded way more appealing. So, that—along with the whole Malcolm situation—was the only reason I said

"Okay, I'll go."

*****

"Oh my goodness, how romantic! When do I get to meet him?" My mom chirps over the phone. Her voice has raised two octaves since I told her that I'd started dating someone in secret about a month ago, and that it was getting pretty serious and he was now taking me to Italy for his cousin's wedding.

It was a bit weird to lie to my mom, but most of what I was telling was actually the truth, so that made the lie a bit easier to keep up.

"Oh I'm sure you'll meet him soon. Sorry I won't make it during spring break, though." I feel the need to apologize anyway, we hadn't seen each other in quite some time and she'd really forced me to take time off from my life here and work on our relationship.

"Yes, well it would have been good to see you, but you're young and these are the adventures you need to go on!" She encourages me as kindly as she can, and I fake a smile, even though she isn't there to see it.”

"Thanks for understanding mom."

"Of course sweetheart. As long as you take lots of pictures, we're good." She jokes. After that, we just say our goodbyes and I hang up.

I'd been running around so much to try and find outfits for Italy that I'd forgotten Harry and I were launching our fake relationship at a party tonight. We didn't really set that many boundaries yet, but I was quite okay with anything. It had to be believable, and my hatred didn't make me blind. Harry was hot and I knew it, everyone knew it.

He was at my door at nine on the dot, which I hadn't expected. We drove to the party because Harry wasn't in the mood to drink, giving me a free pass to get wasted. However, I made a promise to myself not to get too drunk tonight and accidentally slip out the truth.

By the time we arrive it's around nine thirty and the house is already filled with people. Since I broke up with Malcolm, I haven't really been to a frat party anymore, I've grown to dislike them actually. However, this is the perfect place to be seen, and our friends were going to be here so our 'relationship' would be picked up on soon.

Harry and I agreed on the friends with benefits to lovers story, and that's what I start telling my friends while they look at me as if I have grown a second head.

"But you hate the guy, you just complained about him last week." Zoey, one of my friends, remarks, making my stomach drop.

Fuck, I did talk shit about him last Wednesday.

"Uhm– yeah, that was just to keep up appearances." I quickly manage to make up. They all hum in understanding, which is quite surprising to me. From the looks of it, I know that they're not fully convinced, but I hope they'll just see it as my crazy rebound phase and leave me alone.

"Well, as long as he makes our little Y/N happy, right?" Natalia throws her arm around me, raising her brows at the rest of the girls, and they all agree with her.

"Okay... but if he hurts you I will cut off his testicles, fry them until they're crispy and force them down his throat." Zoey grunts, squinting her eyes at Harry who is standing a few feet behind us. He has his back turned to us because he is talking to his friends, but it's funny nonetheless.

I notice that Zoey's glare quickly disappears and blood starts to rush to her cheeks. Just when I'm about to ask what has gotten into her, I feel someone throwing their arms around me from behind.

By the tattoos on his arm I'm immediately able to tell that it's Harry, and my heart starts racing at the realization that this little act needs to be kept up for a month or two, and it needs to be realistic.

"Hi sugar." Harry greets me sweetly before kissing me on my head. I fight hard to keep myself from vomiting at that hideous nickname, and play along.

"Hey hot stuff." I turn around, and I catch the twitch in his eyelids as the equally, if not more disgusting name leaves my mouth.

"You want to go get a drink?" He asks after letting out a small sigh. I nod, and he intertwines his hand with mine before leading us to the kitchen.

I can see the people staring at us with wide eyes, and I don't blame them. It is a rather weird look, me and Harry. However, I ignore it and focus on the main goal, I can't back out anymore so I might as well make it as fun as possible.

When we get to the kitchen, Harry immediately nominates himself as my bartender.

"What d'ya wanna drink, babe?" He asks, observing the countless bottles on the counter.

"Something strong please." I lean my elbows on the counter, watching in silence as I see him scanning the table before grabbing a rum bottle. He fills almost half of the cup with rum and the rest with coke.

He pushes it into my hands when he's done, a bit of the drink spilling on my fingers as I take the cup from him.

"Hey! Be gentle, boyfriend." I grumble, sucking on each of my fingers to clean the rum and coke off them. Harry's gaze lingers on my mouth and fingers a little bit too long, but he is fast to regain himself. Scoffing, he leans forward until he's inches away from my face.

"I don't do gentle, girlfriend." He mocks me before backing away from me again. "Taste it."

I give him a firm glare, but take a sip of my drink anyway. My eyebrows instantly knit together at the strong taste of the drink.

"You know I asked for a drink, not a horse tranquilizer."

"You said you wanted something strong. 'S not my fault you can't handle a bit of liquor." He says as he pours himself some soda. I roll my eyes at his little jab and continue drinking the strong drink anyway.

There is a bit of silence between us, and when I feel it get awkward, I decide to speak up.

"D'you want to go back to our friends?" I propose, tilting my head a bit as I wait for an answer. Harry's eyes avert from whatever's in front of him and throws me a small smile before nodding his head. I'm about to start walking when Harry suddenly grabs my waist, turns me around and pulls me into him. My drink nearly spills again.

"Just don't call me 'hot stuff' in front of my friends, it's an awful nickname." He pleads with a small smirk, occasionally breaking eye contact to observe the party.

"Says the one who called me sugar." The corners of my mouth start to lift too, liking this playful part of him. Because I spend most my time that I've known him hating him, I never really got to experience this side.

"At least mine is accurate." He reasons, grabbing my hips and guiding me until I have my back against the kitchen island. My heart beat picks up a bit; I'm not used to him being this close to me and I didn't expect him to be either. I remind myself that it's an act, even though we're not in front of our friends so technically there's no reason for him to get this close to me. But, I allow him, mainly because he smells so good.

"And why is that?" I ask, my eyes landing on the cross necklace dangling as he leans into me a bit. When I meet his eyes again, Harry has a smug look covering his face.

"Because I bet you taste real sweet."

His hoarse voice manages to awaken a tense feeling in my stomach. He closes the distance between us until our noses are touching, and a hitched breath leaves my mouth. He smells very intoxicating and I feel very floaty even though I've only had a couple of sips from my drink.

"You wouldn't mind if I see for myself, would you?" He pushes some strands of hair behind me ear before cupping my jaw with his right hand. I ignore the way my body is reacting. I haven't slept with anyone since Malcolm so this is the first time I've been so close to someone in a few months.

"Knock yourself out, hot stuff." I tease him. My laugh quickly fades away though, when he actually leans forward and kisses me. I didn't think he'd actually do it, I just thought he was purposefully riling me up.

I can't help myself to do anything other than go along as he deepened the kiss with the subtle entrance of his tongue into my mouth, entangling us even more than we already were.

A part of me was surprised to find out how good it felt, but something inside of me already knew. There was just something about Harry that always made me wonder. I mostly think it was because he managed to hit a nerve that nobody else could with his annoying antics and inappropriate actions, and I guess I always wondered if he would be the only one to be able to soothe it too.

This kiss makes me lean towards the idea that he indeed would be the only one to know exactly how to relieve me, just like he knows how to irritate me.

I have to say I'm a bit disappointed by how quickly he pulls away, but the smirk on his face gives me just about the same feeling as that kiss did.

"Let's go back, hmm?" He suggests, peaking his head to the side before planting a kiss on my forehead and putting his arm around me. I nod with a faint smile, my lips still tingling from that kiss and let his tight grip pull me further into him.

My smile immediately fades, though, when I see Malcolm staring daggers at Harry and me from across the room. My heart drops. I had no idea he was going to be at the party. The reason I actually agreed is because when my friends asked me to come initially, they assured me he wouldn't be there. I figured that his friends, who were here, would see us and that he’d find out that way.

There is no choice but to walk past him, and my hope for ignoring him crumbles when Harry decides this is the time to chat with him.

"Oh hey buddy, didn't see you there." He fakes some civility, and the puzzle pieces click together. Of course he wasn't kissing me because he wanted to; He saw Malcolm and wanted to piss him off to satisfy his own personal vendetta against him. I know it's what I agreed to, but it feels kind of weird anyway.

I don't want to be in the middle of whatever feud those boys have, and I definitely don't want to be confronted with Malcolm right now, so I wiggle my way out of Harry's arm and try to walk past the two. But when I do so, Malcolm grabs me by my arm and stops me in my tracks.

"Seriously? Him? Is this to get back at me?" He asks, the seriousness in his tone matching the crease between his eyebrows.

"Don't worry Mal, I'm sure there's a girl out there who'd like to settle for your small dick." Harry remarks, clearly pleased with himself.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." I growl at my ex, clenching my jaw. My second attempt to walk away fails when he tightens his grip even more as he pulls me back, which causes me to stumble backwards.

Before I get the chance to yell at him to let me go, as the painful feeling in my arm had turned into a lingering sting, his hand has disappears. When I look up from checking the fresh scratches on my arm, I see Malcolm pushed against the wall with Harry's hand around his neck.

Louis and Zayn, two of Harry's friends, are suddenly standing behind him ready to fight if necessary. I'm so stressed about how quickly this situation escalated that I don't give myself time to wonder how those two popped up out of fucking nowhere.

"Touch her again and I swear to God you'll never see the light of day." Harry threatens, and I actually find myself being kind of scared by his voice and his demeanor. He backs up, turning around with a frown that fades when he spots my widened eyes.

He pushes Zayn and Louis out of the way, his eyes and hands immediately focusing on my arm that still has a red handprint on it, along with a few scratches from Malcolm's nails.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" He tilts his head to see all the way around my arm, his fingers softly hovering over my elbow.

"'M fine." I huff, puzzled by how many sides of Harry I've seen today. "I'm gonna go home."

"I'll take you." He immediately offers, following me as I walk towards the door.

"I'll get a cab." I quickly make up, not wanting to be around him anymore. I walk out the front door at a fast pace, hoping he won't be able to keep up.

"Y/N! Stop!" Harry yells out, running until he's in front of me. "You're not going to take a cab, I'm going to take you home. C'mon, my car's across the street."

"What the hell do you care? You're not my actual boyfriend!" I say the last part a bit more hushed.

"I care because I'm a decent human being." He argues, setting me off more. I thrown my arms over each other.

"No you're not! A decent human being wouldn't use someone for the sake of their own personal vendetta!" I yell at him. Harry stifles out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Isn't that exactly what you're doing?!"

"I'm doing this because this is the only way Malcolm will leave me alone. You kissed me because you wanted to set him off, to make him mad. What if he decides to get back at me when I'm alone one day?"

"He won't. He's too much of a pussy for that." Harry growls, but I can see that he's starting to see the logic in my argument.

"That's not the point, Harry!" I groan, throwing my head back and taking a deep breath. "Look, if we're gonna do this, we've got to set the record straight. I don't mind you kissing me, but it'll only be in public places to keep up the act, not for personal, selfish reasons. Understood?"

After some silence, Harry finally answers me.

"Yeah, okay. 'M sorry." His keys dangle between his fingers that he plays with as a nervous habit. "Can I take you home?"

I nod, throwing my arms over each other to warm myself up from the breeze that just passed over, and we start walking to his car.

Part 2 here

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raphaellathedragon · 1 year

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«✿❀-Summers by the Sea Part 2-❀✿»

Modern!Aegon xfem! Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count: 4118

Warnings: Excessive drinking, partying, and sexual references.

A/N: My writing and fangirling bestie @f4ll-for-you greatly inspired this chapter, ily.

Posting some Aegon II as it is TGC's bday today too! Haha

Hope you enjoy!

You hadn’t seen much of Aegon since he abandoned you on the wet sand, leaving you wanting nothing more than to satisfy him as he did you. In fact, it had been two whole days since he so much as looked in your direction.

Not even at dinner when you’d ask him to pass the fruit or bread would he attempt to make eye contact, constantly glancing off to under the table where his phone would light up. He would smile down at it, and force you to withstand the tapping of his fingers against the screen. Perhaps something else had his attention, no—someone.

Someone else.

Spending your days with Helaena outdoors was pleasant, for the both of you traveled down the sea to look for beetles and sand crabs hidden below the surface of the shoreline.

The same sea where Aegon pulled you close to him, gripped your waist as he gripped his cup, and kissed your mouth with adoration seen only in 18th-century set romance films.

It was comedic, really.

Your mothers had always joked that you would end up falling in love with Aemond or Aegon, and get married, only sealing their motherly friendship bond further.

But that was before Aegon had exhibited self-destructive behavior… before he became unrecognizable…and before Alicent even disliked him to the point where she couldn’t watch the two of you hold each other in a deep embrace.

You wondered why she would have looked away in disgust, though. Was she sure that Aegon would poison you with his impulsive, deadly choices?

Though hard to admit, it seemed he already had.

But! Today was going to be a good day; there would be no thinking about Aegon…and how you fit against each other like missing puzzle pieces that were found and finally aligned.

You looked around your room, pulled on a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses, and brushed your hair till it softened beneath the touch—the wind had picked up the past few days, and the knots made it show.

The sun was bright in your eyes and boiling against your skin as you walked outside the house, greeting Alicent and your mom, who sat in white, reclined lawn chairs beside the pool with drinks sprawled into their hands.

“Daeron was looking for you, Y/N,” smiled Alicent as she took a sip of her smoothie.

You clapped your hands together in and spun back towards the door of the house, but before leaving you returned a similar grin, “Okay. I’ll go find him,”

Daeron always came to you to participate in mischief or revel with you in the pleasures of his hobbies. It was enjoyable, after all; who knew that you could fly a homemade slingshot up 70 feet in the air?

You looked around the house and then through the lawn, but no Daeron was in sight.

Where could he have gone off to?

But then you thought back to last summer when he claimed that he would be able to seduce the people in the nearby town with only a smirk and ripping his shirt upwards to reveal his undertoned stomach.

Yep. That’s where he would be.

In the town.

Quickly, you dragged your turquoise bicycle out of the garage and made your way to town, waving at the people walking by who sported flip-flops, swimsuits, and sun hats that drooped down to their eyes.

And upon arriving, seeing only the first few shops which radiated primary colors on their exteriors, there was Daeron, spinning in circles, winking at bystanders, and sticking out his belly button for all to see.

You laughed, jumping off your bicycle and holding your hand up to your mouth, "Daeron! Stop that!"

"Y/N, I was trying to find you earlier outside," he exclaimed, throwing down his shirt and taking your hand in his as you locked parked your bike with a ring-lock on the side of Baratheon Bridals.

“Well, Daeron, it makes sense you couldn't find me. I was in my room,"

He then let out a deep sigh and continued on, ignoring that he barely opted to surveying the house for you, "So, I overheard my brother, you know, the moody one-"

You scoffed, “I’m sorry, you are going to have to be more specific than that because, as far as I recall, they are both a little moody-"

Daeron chuckled and clarified, "Aemond. Aegon isn't really moody; he is just an asshole."

“I suppose that’s true.”

"Anyway, I overheard Aemond talking to that old woman that somehow wants him although she is like older than mom about a party tonight on the beach,” Alys, "And… I was hoping you would go with me 'cause you know you're like the life of the party!"

You squinted even under your glasses to decipher where that was coming from, "Daeron, you have been to a party with me once, and you know I don't particularly enjoy drinking,"

He squeezed your hand and smiled, "Yes, but come on. It will be so much fun. You don’t have to drink anything if you don’t want to. You know that.”

Unwanted thoughts then fluttered around in the back of your mind.

Aegon might be there…Aegon would be there.

It was a party after all.

"Fine." You muttered, secretly letting your intrusive thoughts win.

Daeron then applauded with a boom, causing onlookers to shudder away from the loud commotion.

After a couple of hours passed, you were in your room running your hands through the pile of clothes you had still neglected to unpack, pulling your hands every which way in search of the perfect outfit.

You wanted to look adorable, actually not adorable, sexy.

You had mentioned to Helaena that you were going out, and her eyes twinkled her happiness at the prospect of her girlfriend having a night out. Still, she declined to accompany you, as she previously expressed her distaste for loud noises and heavy crowds.

And even though you had told yourself that you wouldn't think about Aegon anymore, you couldn't help but imagine him at the party tonight, lips entwined with another, driving his body up against theirs under the stars just as he did with you. However, this time beer or vodka would trace his tongue, and he would be wild because of it.

If he was going to become animalistic, feral, yet carnal, it needed to be with you. Only you.

Then you thought back to searching for an outfit. There it was, a pretty scarlet bikini that made you pop in all the right places; it was the suit Baela and Rhaena bit their lips at when you wore it at late spring pool parties. And you remembered you packed a matching red sarong to wrap around your waist.

But! It wasn't fair that he didn't say anything, that he didn't so much as look in your direction even when your glares urged him otherwise. It was cowardly; you couldn't believe there was a time when the two of you were inseparable.

Not knowing each other at all seemed to be something he had taken a liking to.

Footsteps clattered across the floorboards confirming that it was the hour of the wolf; Aegon and Aemond were leaving.

It clear Aemond would disapprove of Daeron attending, so you and him decided to leave a couple of minutes after the them.

Eventually, after looking yourself up and down in the mirror a couple more times, Daeron came and pushed the door open, "Wow, someone is looking good!"

You smiled and playfully pushed your hand across his arm before making your way with him to the beach lit up with campfires, crowds of people, drinks scattered in bottles across the sand.

"Sweet," Daeron nodded in approval before beginning to walk off to a girl on the other side of the beach who was waving him down.

What!

"No! Daeron!" you exclaimed, looking around the waterfront in confusion.

Daeron only turned his head back and nodded, "You got this, Y/N!"

Without warning, you spotted Aemond interwoven with Alys on the edge of a bench, ignoring anyone who gathered around as he sweetly kissed her. He didn't seem to have a care in the world, which was good for him. Maybe she was good for him; he needed to loosen up.

Then, as you turned your head back into the direction Daeron had traversed off to, you caught another wave of silvery hair. His locks flew slightly with the breeze and he was wearing the same swim trunks that cupped his hips just where they needed to.

Aegon.

He laughed into a girl's tits, licking his way up as alcohol poured between her breasts as another man leaned a can over her shoulder. You listened as she let out sweet, playful giggles and observed as he grabbed her face, pressing a solid kiss against her lips before letting go and screaming, "Who's next?!"

You realized maybe coming was a bad idea. There was no world in which you should have confirmed how little he cared about you. Sometimes ignorance was truly bliss.

But you couldn't let him win. He humiliated you by leaving on your back against shore and refusing to acknowledge you.

He was going to pay for this.

You saw one of the guys Aegon was standing with, looking you up and down, taking in the entirety of your body and outfit, admiring you—practically clawing at you from across the sand, and he was, really, cute.

He had a sweep of dark, chestnut hair and a charming smile. Not to mention, as he lifted his arms, you saw an invitation.

Your feet began to move faster than your mind, and you picked up the bottle of tequila that was lodged in the ground in front of you, dragging it up to your lips, uncaring of the consequences to come.

The liquid flowed through your lips and down into your throat.

You winced, but the pain of the spicy, sweet flavors was nothing compared to the revenge you wanted. The revenge you needed.

With haste, you walked up to the boy, watching as Aegon shifted his gaze ever so slightly, realizing that you were here, and you just saw him taste the chest of another ever so eagerly.

The boy grinned widely, and you took that as your cue to fly into him, pressing your lips together with his and traveling your hands across his chest with demand.

He left you no room for you to feel unwelcomed, lining his hands firmly against your sides, one even dropping to hold your ass. You even noticed him harden at just the touch and kisses alone but you bit his lip back and pulled back from him to take another swig of tequila, not even grimacing this time at the sour that fell deep into your system.

“Some for me?” the boy whispered, grabbing the bottle while keeping a hand against your backside.

“I want you to lick it off of me first, just as he did with her,” you breathed, loud enough for everyone around to hear, looking back at Aegon, whose eyes were wide and mouth dropped slightly in irritation. He no longer avoided your gaze; he looked on the verge of rage, tears biting at the corners of his eyes.

Good.

You then got a good look at the girl whose tits Aegon had in his mouth and smiled, it wasn’t her fault, and Gods, was she sexy, but she chose the wrong guy.

“You’re too hot for him,” you muttered to the girl before turning back to the dark-haired boy who looked hungrier than ever for a taste of your skin.

You stood on your toes and pressed a deep kiss again against his lips before grabbing the bottle out of his grasp, feeling the effects of your chugging all of a sudden—the world blurring slightly to where you laughed at your own free will before tilting your head back and running the liquid down your front.

He wasted no time, his mouth opened, touching your skin while his tongue traced the lines of wetness, forcing you to giggle at the desperation.

When he was finished, you changed the bottle of tequila in your hand for the bottle of vodka in Aegon’s, pushing the substance into his chest while pulling the other out of his unmoving fingers.

“Vodka has always been my favorite,” you laughed before drinking it, spinning around in a circle, falling back into the random boy, and letting his arms catch you.

Aegon threw the bottle into the ground and looked back up at you, his platinum hair falling slightly between his newly teary eyes, “Y/N,” he muttered before walking off into the distance.

As the party continued, you hadn’t realized how much you had drank, and how distorted your perception of reality had become. The music went loud then quiet, in then out, as you spun in circles, jumped between lovers, and danced, pulling your sarong off and letting your skin touch closely with the girls who wanted to dance intimately under the gleaming night sky.

The contact felt electric, like lightning bolts engraved into your skin, and laughter caused you to topple over, losing your balance.

You saw Aemond make his way over after he had been watching you for some time to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid.

Without any indication, he pulled you to the side away from the crowds, “Y/N, you need to go home now.”

This new stern Aemond was interesting, to say the least, “What are you, my dad, now?”

“Fine. You leave me no choice,” With that, he picked you up and tried to carry you from the deafening bustle.

“Get off of me!” You whined, hitting his back as he pushed you further up his chest to where you fell over his shoulder.

This was not a fight you planned to lose. Why wouldn’t he just let you have fun? Aegon did this all the time! Why was it suddenly a crime when you do it?

You squirmed and picked up one of your hands to motion a signal for help, motioning to your dreamy brunette, who made his way after you, pulling your arms from Aemond’s back forwards, toppling you over the top.

“Ow!” You cried as you hit the sand like a rock, but then your feet spoke too soon once more, carrying yourself upwards and making a run for it with the boy.

“Y/N!!” You heard a shout after you in anger.

Aemond shook his head in distaste and bit down on his lip; you were fucking relentless. But he realized now you were not his problem to fix, and he headed back toward Alys, who rolled her eyes and spread herself down on her side in the sand.

You ran to the shoreline together and pumped your fists at the sky, cursing Aemond, who tried to take the party away from you.

What a buzzkill!

The boy then tried to push his lips into yours, but you realized a sickening contagion was spreading in your stomach. The stars above began to twirl, and you couldn’t hold your balance and fell into him for support.

Then, he tried again, dipping his head low to press a kiss to your lips, “No!” you blurted out, all while hearing footsteps travel up behind you.

The boy was visibly annoyed, “C’mon!”

“Dude, she doesn’t fucking want to,” you hear a familiar voice say, but your eyes don’t allow you to see clearly, only snips of pearly white hair and lavender blots for eyes.

You wanted to focus and see who was there but your stomach cried out, and your vision dimmed, causing your body to fall weightlessly into the sand with nobody to catch you.

"Fuck!” the recognisable voice exclaimed.

Aegon ran to you immediately, pushing the guy aside, "Get the fuck out of here!" He shouted before climbing down to look down at your limp body in front of him.

He grabbed your face, pushing himself down far enough so he could sink his head down to your nose to make sure your breath hadn’t thinned, “Can you hear me? Y?N?"

When no response greeted him, he groaned, "How much did you drink?!”

Aegon needed to get you to a bathroom quietly and quickly without waking Alicent or your mom.

"Ow!" you snickered, feeling the weight of the hand on your face.

“Y/N?”

"Shhhhhhh! I am sleeping."

You picked up your pointer finger and pressed it firmly against your lips, "You are waking a giant! Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive, or be he dead! I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”

"I see that I am waking a giant indeed, but sweetheart, we need to get you inside," he chucked, with worry slipping through each crack in his voice.

You drew your hand up and pinched his nose, "I think I know you; you're pretty," then with a scrunch of your nose, you continued, "I would compliment you some more, but I think I am gonna be sick,"

With a turn, you gripped your stomach, let out a cry of pain, and arms surrounded you from the front and pulled you into them, your body in a ball against Aegon's. It was time to get you out of here.

He held you, making sure there was no way you could leave his grasp, or leave him at all. And as he watched you tilt your head back in torment, he pressed a light kiss to your brow, trying to get you to calm down.

It was your first time being wasted; he knew that. Aegon had always known you hated feeling ill at all so you refused to drink more than one glass of wine at dinner.

Your arms reached around his neck, and you relished the gentle, warm touch that enclosed you. The house doors drew open softly, and the boy took you up the stairs, making sure not to step on any cracks that would make you jump with the noise.

Alicent and your mom would already have been swept into the night by dreams, allowing Aegon to accompany you into the bathroom.

"I don't feel very good," you reiterated quietly as he set you up against the toilet seat, sweeping your messy hair out of your face.

It was clear that you would need a shower before being tucked safely into bed too, for sand was woven into your hair, and alcohol swam across your skin, making you reek of a mixture of the substances.

But first, Aegon needed to get you to throw up.

After brushing the hair out of your face, he gathered it in one of his hands and sat down beside you, kissing your cheek sweetly, "We are gonna have to get you to vomit,"

There it was. Throwing up was always one of your greatest fears. It was known to all that you would roll down a hill blindfolded rather than regurgitate anything.

Your chest started to rise and fall quickly, and your hands began to vibrate, shaking, "I can't," you began to cry, tears falling quicker than you could catch them.

"Yes, you can, angel. I am right here."

Your hands kept wiping at the water slipping down your face, your nose continually scrunched, sniffling, and you felt kisses frequently against your neck, and a voice breathed, "Baby, it will be okay, come on."

"I can't," you whispered back, the worries transforming from fear of vomiting to worry that you were losing Aegon forever.

Every summer, he was your safe haven, the laughter on a day when the sun hides behind the clouds in the exhaustion of shining. He was the sweetness only a honey cake could dream of providing.

There was a time when he would tickle you up against your mattress and wait till you were out of breath to slump down next to you and look into your eyes.

And the past two summers, he was scarce. Gone. And you didn't want to add another summer to the list—a third summer without his playful demeanor.

Helaena was one of your closest friends, it was true, but losing Aegon not only left a damper on summers by the sea but a deep thunderous empty hole in a heart that was once full.

It was selfish of you to admit to yourself, but it was true.

"I can't lose Aegon," you said accidentally out loud in a sob but realized there was no harm in admitting it as your pain had swelled to where no veil could hide it anymore.

"What?" Aegon exchanged, taking his mouth away from your soft skin to get a better look at your face.

"He doesn't care about me anymore. We would only see each other in the summers, but still, he was like my best friend," you raised a hand to your mouth, trying to stop your blubbering from continuing, "I think he doesn't want me at all anymore. The past two summers, all he has done is ignore me. I know we are getting older, but I just thought-"

"You thought what, angel?"

"I thought he might have liked me because he kissed me, that maybe since we aren’t kids anymore, have something genuine,”

Aegon felt as though he was about to cry, too, tears begging for release. He hadn't thought she had cared about him. And he also realized that she likely didn't know it was him sitting with her now.

And yet, she still talked about him with affinity, a sense of compassion he had not felt in years.

His mother believed him a disappointment, and it wasn't like he could find solace in his siblings. Aemond was usually grumpy, Helaena off in her thoughts, and Daeron uncaring about the world around him.

Aegon believed he left you on the beach not because he wanted to but because he couldn't burden you with the knowledge he wanted you to please him. He didn't think himself deserving of your touch, the touch of sweet Y/N.

Moreover, he couldn’t think about spoiling her. Because it seemed he ruined everything he touched.

And he sure as hell didn’t know how to treat a girl properly, because in his mind, he cared deeply about you. His actions, however, always fell short.

Having accessible, forgettable hookups were his favorite event. And while he enjoyed them, there was never any obligation to do them twice, to show the animal beneath his skin.

When he saw you on the beach, under the touch of another, he came face-to-face with the extent of his desire for you. He did care, but he could never care for you; how was he supposed to?

“My angel,” he exhaled as he let his dead drop back into the crook of your neck, pressing a prolonged kiss once more to your delicate skin, “My sweet angel.”

There was a vulnerability in himself, and even he had never encountered it before. It was a good thing you weren't likely going to remember this.

“Oh no,” you wailed as you twisted your head forwards in the direction of the toilet bowl, and Aegon brought himself backward and gripped the web of your hair tightly.

You dry-heaved, trying to vomit, “I can’t.”

Aegon stuck his fingers into your mouth without warning, and you threw up swiftly before sinking back against the floor in disgust and exhaustion.

Then, Aegon turned on the shower and placed you in the tub, refusing to take off your bikini while he sat down behind you. Slowly, he dragged a soapy washcloth against the dirty patches of skin. And when he could get you far enough under the water, he scrubbed at the sand and dirt in your hair, trying to wash as much as possible without you squirming every which way.

Eventually, after he dried you off, you claimed you were too tired to make it to your bed, and he picked you up as he did when he brought you through the house doors and set you into bed, pulling the covers up and around you. And when he saw you snuggled your way around the bed like a worm into the warmth, he pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

He knew he needed to figure out what to do with you; continuing to ignore you seemed cruel, but he wasn’t good at being constantly with a girl.

These thoughts would keep him up tonight.

There would be an answer soon, he hoped.

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attic-club-sandwich · 1 year

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Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom

Asmodeus x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions. afab!MC x the brothers.

A/N: Here we are with another part to the Only Human series! Only 2 more of the demon brothers to go. Asmo was honestly super fun to write for, he'd be the perfect one out of the brothers to go to in your time of need. He just gets it you know? Plus I hc that he just as that stuff readily available for any human friends, etc. that may spend the night and need it.

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You sighed in frustration as you tossed and turned. You haven’t been able to sleep all night due to the discomfort you had going on in your lower stomach. These cramps were seriously going to be the death of you if you didn’t do something about it soon. Reluctantly, you leaned over to your nightstand to glance at the time on your D.D.D.

It read 1:45am.

You groaned and flung the blankets to the side and hopped out of bed. Thankfully you had your own bathroom, so you slowly stumbled your way in. The last time you checked, you hadn’t actually started your period, but the raging cramps in your abdomen indicated it was coming any moment now. You stopped to check the cupboard in the bathroom, but realized almost immediately you had no hygiene products. “..Shit.” you mumbled. You stood in front of your bathroom sink for a few minutes, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. What do I do now? You thought. It has only been a few weeks since you’ve regained your human form, and the thought of getting your monthly cycle completely slipped from your mind. You didn’t even have any sort of pain medication, which is what you desperately needed to alleviate the cramps.

Another wave of cramping hit you as you were walking back to your room, causing you to sink to the floor. Resting your head on your knees, you began to cry in a mix of frustration and pain. You hated yourself for feeling so helpless, but you also really didn't want to bother any of the brothers with your problem. The embarrassment of trying to explain your situation to the 7 strongest Demons in the Devildom was enough to make your face burn. Your thoughts were disrupted as you began hearing noises coming from somewhere in the house. It sounded like the front door slamming shut which caused you to flinch. Who was out at this hour? You could think of at least a couple of different people, and you hoped you were right and it wasn’t some stray demon attempting to break into the House of Lamentation. As you began wiping the tears from your cheeks, you heard your D.D.D go off on your nightstand. You sniffed and got back up to your feet and made your way over to your bed again. You grabbed your D.D.D off the charger, and saw that you had a text message from Asmodeus.

Hey, MC! Do you happen to be up? I just got back from a party but Solomon didn’t wanna come hang out with me. Want to come join me in my room? ;)

You sighed, relieved that it was only Asmo coming home this late at night. You re-read his message and let out a snort as you imagined Asmo trying to seduce the sorcerer into spending the night with him. It was past his curfew, he probably had to go home and go to bed, you giggled. As you were about to type out your reply, you could hear the sound of heels clicking outside on the tile in the hallway. That’s gotta be him. Quickly, you got to your feet again and rushed over to your bedroom door. You briefly paused to listen to the footsteps getting closer as they made their way down the hallway. Cracking your door open, you poked your head out to meet Asmo as he was passing by. “Ah! MC! You scared me!” he squeaked, jumping back slightly and bringing his hand to his chest. “Oops, sorry Asmo, I heard you coming.” you giggled. “Did you get my text? I wanted to ask if you’d come spend the night with me!” he winked. “Yes, I did. I just heard you coming down the hall so I figured I'd meet you.” Asmo grinned, then his smile quickly dropped. “Wait, did I wake you? I’m so sorry!” You shook your head. “No, I've been up. I don’t actually feel very good, so I haven’t been able to sleep…” Asmo frowned. “Oh, MC, what’s wrong? Your face looks puffy from crying...” You sighed and opened your door wider, offering for him to enter your room. He gladly accepted the invitation and quickly followed you in, trying to be quiet so as to not wake the rest of his brothers.

As he shut the door, you sat back down on your bed, bringing your blanket over your lap. You glanced up at him and finally noticed the outfit he was wearing. He was in his demon form, and you couldn’t help but run your gaze over his long, slender legs, the one being slightly exposed by the cut offs in his form fitting jeans. Asmo giggled, “You like what you see, darling?” You felt your face heat up in embarrassment at being caught completely ogling the 5th Ruler of Hell. “S-Sorry!” You squeaked out. “A-Anyways. I was hoping you could help me…” you trailed off. Asmo took a seat next to you, brushing your hair back. “What is it, MC?” You hesitated before continuing. “I um, well… I got my period… and I don't have anything…and the cramps are really bad…” The Avatar of Lust gasped. “You mean you’ve been up all night dealing with this alone?” His light orange eyes shone with sadness. You averted your gaze from his and shrugged. “I mean, I’m pretty used to it…but I admit I am really embarrassed to ask you guys…” Asmo pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh honey, I am so sorry you’ve felt this way! But I can assure you, you’ve come to the right demon.” you whimpered in relief as you felt his warm embrace around you. Asmo released his grip on you and stood up. “Please, come with me. I have everything you need in my bathroom!” he held out his hand to you. You smiled and placed your hand in his and he helped you to your feet. “Thank you so much Asmo.” The 5th born smiled warmly as he led you out of your room and down the hallway. “No problem! I have friends who forget stuff all the time, so I always have plenty stashed away.” After a short walk hand in hand, the two of you made it to Asmo’s bedroom. You were always pleasantly surprised by the Avatar of Lust’s room. It was gorgeous, and you always felt relaxed by the light floral scent that lingered in the air. Asmo skipped over to his bathroom door and gestured to it. “Here you go, darling! Please take your time. Everything you need is in the cabinet above the sink. Those should hold you over until we can get you to the store!” You nodded and smiled graciously at him. “Thank you again.” Asmo winked as he took a step closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your warm cheek. “Of course! And if you need some extra pain relief, I know the perfect way to settle those cramps.”

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yunshoto · 2 years

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baby's daddy

word count: 10.7k

genre: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst

mingi x reader x yeosang

summary: hooking up with your coworker gives you pleasure and satisfaction, but he can't afford what you need. you want someone who could fuck the life out of you, but what if it's your boss, not your coworker?

today is the day you've waited to come. yes, you're going to have a job. finally, right. you never felt so happy, especially since you got this job you wanted as a high schooler. be it as an intern, you finally got a job as a fashion stylist intern.

you want to be an analyst to know what to expect from the next trend. you want to know what people need and like, what they want in their life. you're working as a fashion stylist in a vintage boutique called eglantine, which means a briar rose or sweetbrier.

the boutique is inspired by the movie of aurora when she fell asleep with a rose in her hands; a rose in her hands called the briar rose. it symbolizes that you're wounded. wounded by this harsh world felt like a small cut from a rose's thorns but hurt like misery.

eglantine will be your safe place from the world. where's there nothing wrong with wearing clothes that you like as long as it makes you happy? people seek many things in fashion, such as a new you, a unique appearance, trying to seduce one of your crushes, or having nice clothes that make you happy and boost your confidence.

you can't wait to come to the boutique and start your first day. you have prepared your new hairpin and cute chunky ankle boots. you'll be wearing soft and fuzzy purple cardigans. you squealed in a gleeful mood and went to bed early. you don't want to be late on the first day.

the next day

"okay, you can do this, (y/n), " you said in the mirror. you prepped everything, styled your hair, and put some of the cute lip tints. "look at you; you've come so far. good luck, love, " you said to boost yourself.

you went out of the bedroom and grabbed your purse and your phone. you took a deep breath and opened your apartment door. you can do this; you must. you walked down the street, passing two street lamps, just two blocks away from your apartment; you were, arriving at the boutique.

you entered the boutique and met with a pair of eyes. no one came this early except you. "oh, we haven't opened, miss, " he said. you shook your head slightly, "no, i'm an intern here, " you replied. he hummed lightly and smiled at you. "i see. could you help me choose something here? you're the fashion stylist, right? " he asked.

you nodded and came closer to him, "is it for a

preschooler? or an elementary schooler? " you asked. "she's still a preschooler, but she'll graduate tomorrow to enter elementary school, " he said. "okay, she might like this pink dress with these lacy socks and these cute flat shoes with flower petals on their straps, " you suggested.

he chuckled, "i think my kid will like this, thank you, " he said. he went to the cashier and paid for the clothes and tipped you a dollar. "oh, no, please, " you refused the tip. "nah, it's okay, thank you anyway, " he replied and left the boutique.

right before he left, a fashion stylist team leader bowed to him, and you could hear a subtle whisper saying they're sorry for my action, and you heard him reply slightly, saying he's okay with it and you did an excellent job. he waved at your coworker and left.

"you're the intern. please don't do anything stupid when the boss is here, " she, the fashion stylist team leader, said. you gasped, "i'm sorry. i should've known any better, " you confessed. you thought he would fire you because of this, and you're only on the first day on the verge of crying.

"don't worry much; i think he's not that bothered or dislikes you; ignore her, " someone whispered from behind. you looked back and read his nametag, "yeosang, " you unconsciously said. "yes, hi, my name is yeosang, and i'm a junior stylist, " he giggled softly. "h-hi, i'm (y/n), an intern, " you replied. he grinned at you softly, "just ignore her; she's always that mean with someone new, " he added.

he guided you to the nearest table display, "you're going to be here, stationed here, but you should back everyone up if they need any assistance, " he gently said. you smiled at him and nodded your head. "thank you, " you added with a smile.

there's a flickering motion inside you. something faint, but you know it was there. it was a brief moment, but it felt like a span of your life had passed. he's attentive; that's what you can assure as one of his personalities. the way he didn't hesitate to pick the best of all for his daughter.

you admired him; you do. it's a shame when you know that he had a child; probably, he had a wife too. you don't resent him or anything; you feel you're late for something. it would be best if you weren't mad about this; you hardly know him. right?

but, no, you felt somehow defeated. "(y/n), there's a customer, " yeosang signed you. you snapped from your daydream. "well, this way, miss, " you gestured. yeosang came with you to help you out.

you're still recalling your boss. his deep husky voice was tender and kind, soft, and it didn't even match his buffed figure. you could imagine his toned abs, slender waist, and broad chest. you snapped again; you shouldn't be doing this. it would be best if you focused on building your career path.

it was almost 5 pm, time to close, but someone came in a hurry looking for an outfit for a date. she requested something elegant and poise; it could be a dress but a dress that shaped her figure well. while trying the clothes on, you remember that there's a dress and simply one left.

you're picking smaller-sized clothes for your customer in the stockroom. you heard a faint of someone nagging on the phone. "you fuck off; you're not going to see her anytime soon; you didn't even care for her. you ran away with your motherfucking bastard, " he shrieked.

you gasped and bumped into one of the shelves behind you. immediately after that, the one on the phone came for the source of the sound. trim to your knowledge; it was your boss. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to bother you, " you quickly picked up the dress and ran out.

he pulled your hand and whispered to your ear, "keep it shut, or else, " he gruffed. he walked away first, and you stared blankly at him. you're taken aback by his attitude from this morning and just a few minutes ago.

you went out with the dress and a pair of smiles on your lips. well, the customer was satisfied, and she put a tip in the tip jar. "(y/n), could you help me tidy up this table? " yeosang asked. "sure, " you said. after a couple of minutes, you heard a tumbling sound outside the boutique.

"so much on the first day, " you whined lowly and barely heard by anyone. yeosang chuckled, "everyone's first day always has something awful, " he said. you giggled, "maybe i'm just being unlucky, that's all, " you tried to convince yourself. yeosang looked at you softly, "i think you are, " he laughed teasingly.

"i think i'm going to stay here until the rain subsides, " you sighed. "you didn't bring any umbrella? " yeosang asked. "sadly, no, " you retorted. he pouted, and he pitied you. "i'm sorry, but i can't accompany you. someone already picked me up, " he pointed at the front door.

"no, it's okay. is it your date? " you asked. "maybe? something like that, " he chuckled. "you could finish the rest, right? " he asked. you nodded slowly and smiled at him. "okay then, see you tomorrow, (y/n), " he waved at you.

you sighed and packed your things up. you locked the boutique door and sat on the bench in front of the boutique, waiting for the rain to stop. you pull out your notebook and sketch what's in front of you. a pleasant view of a once shining city turned into a gloomy one merely by rain.

there's a patisserie in front of the boutique. you saw someone serving a croissant and the other eating a baguette. you're wondering if one day you could eat your lunch there.

*blink blink*

someone dimmed the light at you; you looked at them slowly because of the blinding light. "i'm sorry for earlier; i think i left my house key inside. could you open the door for me? " it's your boss. you huffed lowly and opened the door. he quickly ran inside, and after a second, he was back.

"thank you, " he said. "no worry, " you replied. "do you need any ride home? it would take a while for the rain to stop, " he added. you shyly admit that his voice is something. it calmed you down. "no, it's okay. i don't want to bother you, " you replied.

"where did you live? " he asked. "somewhere two blocks from here, " you answered. "well, we're going in the same direction. are you sure you didn't need any ride home? " he added. you shook your head and gestured for him to enter the car. "i insisted, you know, " your boss is trying to repent from how harshly he talked to you earlier.

you thought about it for a while, "o-okay, " you stuttered. "but keep it quiet; my daughter is in there sleeping, " he added. you motioned your hand to lock your mouth with an invisible key. now, you have sealed your mouth. you sat in the front seat, and his daughter was in the backseat hugging her doll named selkie.

it's fun knowing you're on a ride with him, but you don't recall he mentioned his name to you. you knew the director's name was mr. song, but what song? you don't have the guts to ask him. your eyes roamed his face, "what? " he asked. "nothing, " you lied. "you're the only one who heard about that call, you know, " he recalled.

"what do you mean? " you asked. "well, i have divorced sibyl's mom. she, " he hesitated. "she left us because she never wanted any baby and had an affair with one of his college friends, " he added. you nodded and hummed quietly. you don't want to be rude by overstepping his boundaries.

"please don't tell anyone, people know i'm married and have a child, but they didn't know we divorced, " he extended. "i won't tell anyone, " you whispered. "i can trust you, " he chuckled. "papa, are we home yet? " sibyl rubbed her eyes.

"not yet, sweetie, " he said. "who's the one next to you, papa? is it my new babysitter? " she asked. "no, honey. she's papa's colleague, " he added. sibyl pouted and let out a huff. "i guess my only friend is selkie, " she mumbled.

you giggled silently. "okay, mr. song, here's my stop right after the second red light, " you said. the car stopped in front of your apartment entrance. "thank you, mr. song, " "no, please, mingi. we're not that many years apart, " he added. "okay, thank you, mingi, " you smiled. he smiled back at you while you left the car.

it was pretty bad for the first day, but you managed to pass through another tough one. you took a shower and a warm bath with some lavender bath bombs to reward yourself. your boss's name is mingi. he's tall, has a tiny waist, and has broad shoulders. it's attractive.

knowing he doesn't have any wife makes your sick mind what to be his. it's not wrong when he's single, right? it's terrible when he's someone's husband. he seems friendly and attentive, and a family person, that's something important that you shouldn't miss.

you didn't have a chance to see his daughter's face, but from her voice, she sounded soft and lovely. you bet she's tender, like her father. your phone chimed twice. it woke you up from your thoughts. you wrapped yourself in a bathrobe, picked up your phone, and saw someone had invited you to a group. it turns out it's a group for fashion stylists workers only, fashion stylists with the team leader, and a group for all the workers in the boutique.

two of the groups only talked about work the first time and went quiet after. but in the other group, people were talking about the company outing. you were reading about where it will take place. they were expecting it like it was a high school field trip.

yeosang messaged you; he asked if he could sit next to you during the trip, and you answered with a simple yes. the outing will be for four days; it's on friday. you're excited enough because you know it's only your first day, and you're going on a company outing.

you walked to eglantine earlier than yesterday. you want to set up the place before anyone arrives. well, you want to impress your team leader, of course. you unlocked the door, set up the display, cleaned the table, counted the money in the cashier, and sprayed some air freshener.

you had finished all the tasks above, and right after that, yeosang came with two cups of latte in his hands. "good morning, (y/n), " he said. you looked at him coyly, "good morning, yeosang, " you replied.

"here's a latte for you; i'm sorry for leaving you early yesterday, " he said. he handed over the latte, and you thanked him. "no worry, i'm not mad, " you claimed. you smiled at him subtly. his cheeks blushed for no reason. "so, how's your date yesterday? " you bluntly asked.

the date is what you assumed, but the truth is, it's just a confirmation for him to end everything with his ex. people may ask why he broke up with her; well, it's because of her toxic traits. she manipulated him to do all the things he wanted. he's fed up and has already been asking for a breakup for months, only ending it officially yesterday when she asked him to return all the things she bought for him. petty, isn't it?

yeosang is hesitant to answer, but his smiles explain it all. "oh, no, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to be rude, " you clarified. "no, it's okay. i'm through with her, " he added. "well, i want to try this patisserie in front of our boutique. do you want to eat it with me? " you offered. "sure, " he smiled at you.

mingi came to the boutique and went straight to his office. his expression shows something has annoyed him. you didn't want to be a pushover, so you allowed that to happen. yeosang nudged your hand, "look, there's a vip customer, " he muttered. you looked at the entrance; a lady wore a soft beige coat to cover her pink pastel mini dress and ankle black heels.

she looked stunning, that's what you thought. she smirked at you and went straight to mingi's office. you finally noticed that it was his ex-wife. you could hear mingi sobbing, and the lady was yelling. "when she's here, better do anything she said; if not, you're going to be fired, " yeosang mumbled.

you looked at him confused, "why so? " you asked. "besides the part of being mingi's ex-wife, she's one of our connections to get us private customers or anyone who wants to invest in this boutique, " yeosang added. "the thing is, this boutique was opened and built by mingi. she didn't do anything except fund it, " he explained.

yeosang explains for further knowledge, they didn't want to end anything about this boutique. first, she gained profit from this as a substitute for spousal support. second, mingi makes his own money with a steady job in his safe bubble to provide her with spousal support. third, mingi can keep his daughter with him.

you nod in as a confirmation you understood what he just explained. yeosang glanced at you all smiley; you have that kind of aura that attracts people; well, you draw him in. he took your hands in him, "(y/n) your hands are cold, " he said. he tried to snap away from his mind thinking about dating you after breaking up.

sick mind thinking about dating after breaking up, not even for a month. yeosang sighed, "i wonder if the air conditioner was too cold, " he asked. you giggled lightly, "no, maybe i'm nervous, " you said. "still frightened coming to work? " he asked.

you shook your head, "no, it's not like that, " you pouted. "i just thought if i didn't make any mistake like yesterday, probably they'll offer me a full-time job here, " you added. "you know, being full-time here was not that difficult. people make mistakes once or twice, and you'll still be able to work here. it's okay, chill, " yeosang chuckled.

a tiny smile appears in your mouth. mingi's ex-wife ran out of the office, a tense meeting with her fierce eyes. you exhale gradually, relieved that she had left, but mingi called you in. you don't know why, but yeosang ushered you in.

you walked inside the office slowly and took a tiny step. your thoughts ran wild, thinking mingi would vent to you. closing the door slowly, "may i help you? " you asked. "you see, my daughter's graduation is today, not yesterday, but i can't come for personal reasons, of course. could you come instead of me? " he asked.

you looked at him with a big question mark appearing on your forehead. "yes? " you questioned. "please? " mingi begged, "i'll pay back everything she asks you, " mingi pleaded. you looked at him, reluctant, because why did he tell you to do so? but for the sake of the money.

you waited in front of sibyl's pre-school; her teacher was outside holding her hand. you walked over slowly, "hi, mingi, send me to pick her up, " you replied. "are you my new nanny? " sibyl asked. you gasped and shook your head. you gave her a bouquet of hand-sized flowers, "congratulations on your graduation, princess, " you smiled.

she giggled and coyly played with her feet, "thank you, " she blushed. "thank you, miss, " you said to her teacher and took her hands in yours. you hummed lowly, "what do you want for your graduation present? " you asked.

you looked at her deeply; she had her mother's features. her nose, but you know, her eyes are probably mingi's. slanted and filled with warm feelings, her voices are middle range, but she's exceptionally soft-spoken.

"i think i want to eat some cake, " she exclaimed. well, it's 2 pm at noon, so one cake as lunch dessert won't hurt. you abruptly remembered your promise to treat yeosang to lunch. you texted him; you told him that maybe you'd treat him to dinner.

you walked to the nearest cake shop and ordered some vanilla cheesecake and two drinks for both of you. you cut the cake into smaller pieces. you fed it to sibyl's mouth, and she did her tiny dance. you giggled, looking at her in her most excellent mood.

"nanny, who are you? " suddenly she asked. you looked at her confused but finally understood. "oh, i'm your papa's worker at his boutique. i'm (y/n), " you added. "can i call you nana instead of nanny? " she asked. "i don't want to call you my nanny because you're not my nanny, " she added. "i didn't look like a nanny? why so? " you asked.

"nanny would nag me if i ask for a cake, and nana looks too pretty to be a nanny, " she pouted. you cackled lowly, "sure, sibyl, " you smiled. never in a million nights had you imagined someone saying you're pretty. "nana, you reminded me of cinderella's godmother, " sibyl claimed.

you looked confused, tilting your head to the side, and there you saw cake crumbs near her cheeks. "why did you think so? " you asked. "because nana looks so magical, " she shyly winked at you. you choked on your saliva. "thank you, sibyl, but i think you're the most beautiful here. do you know why? " you asked.

sibyl shook her head, "just like this delicate cake, you're just as sweet, " you pinched her cheek lightly. she shyly smiled at you and twirled her fingers. she has this strained cute type, tsundere type. mingi chimed your phone, telling you to take her back to the office.

"looks like your papa misses you, " you took and toted her in your arms. the walk was a tad far, but it didn't feel something like that. it's fun because sibyl told a story about their camping trip last month. "fun camping with papa, but papa had to leave early because of work, " sibyl pouted.

you knocked on the door to mingi's office, "you may come in, " mingi yelled. "papa, " sibyl exclaimed with much contentment inside her. "ah, my little princess, " mingi stood up while sibyl ran into him; he hugged her and pecked her cheek. "papa is so proud of our sibyl, " he claimed. "yes, yes, papa, i'm an elementary now, " she excitedly said.

"yes, i know, you grew up so fast, " mingi pouted. "it feels like just yesterday i changed your diapers, " he added. you silently walked out and marched to yeosang's counter, which was next to yours. "hi, i'm sorry, " you silently tapped his shoulder. "nah, you shouldn't; you could buy me something else during the trip, " yeosang giggled.

"you're not coming for dinner? " you asked hurriedly because deep down in your mind, you wanted him to come. "i'm coming, but i don't think there's any diner open for tonight, " he explained. "oh, why? " you asked. "you didn't watch the news? " he tilted his head with one frowned eyebrow. "no, why? " you asked again.

"there's this local gathering for every shop owner here in town. i think they want to discuss catching some shoplifters that people hadn't seen and about some fake reviewers putting on some hair or any disgusting thing to get a refund or free food, " yeosang explained.

"that's horrible, " you claimed. well, yes, it is. that's why it's a common thing to have a gathering between shop owners to talk about these issues. it usually takes place once at the end of a month, but this month, they decided to have it in the middle of it. of course, mingi is going to be there.

"that's why we can't have dinner today, " yeosang chuckled. "well, we can if you cook me some, " he added. you nervously laughed, "i can't cook anything besides curry fried rice, " you pouted. "i happened to be fond of curry, " he excused. you giggled and shook your head, "well, okay, you can come to my house, " you approved.

you finished the job and had a small talk on the way to your home. you opened your apartment and let yeosang in. you led him to the kitchen stool and told him to sit there. "wait here; if you want to pee, the bathroom is over there. i'm going to change first, " you said.

you entered your room, locked the door, and changed into a purple shirt and matching shorts. you walked out, "okay, do you like your curry spicy, mild, or normal? " you asked. "uh, i like it spicy, very spicy, " he giggled. you nodded and pulled the premade seasoning and spices. you were cooking just fine.

yeosang was watching you behind the kitchen bar, hands on top of the bar, and tried to constraint his hip to the stool. it's in his wild ways of thinking. he saw your shorts barely covering your ass to your thigh. he tried his best not to make his male testosterone deal with some unwanted acts.

his hands were sweaty, but he managed to let them down. you had this small talk again with yeosang; it felt comfortable talking to him. like you have known him for a long time. you sound so lewd to him, like you were asking him for something to be done here and then.

he stood up and walked to you. he trapped you between his body on your kitchen counter beside the stove with his arms. you gasped, and you felt something hard brushing your ass. "don't, " he said. you inhaled and held your breath. his breath wafted over your ears and neck; it was there brushing your skin.

"i'm just curious about this curry we're going to eat. i just want to take a look, " he said. "i think the view itself is delicious, and i can't wait to eat it, " he replied. you could feel his knees pressing down on your ass near your entrance. you tried to contain this within you; maybe, he's just messing with you.

"it's delicious, " he said while his lips were skimming your ear. you didn't know what he implied it to be. finally, he went back to the stool, and he smiled at you while you glanced back at him. you have these cold sweats running from your temple. you managed to finish the food quickly.

maybe it's a wrong idea to bring him here, but it's not bad because your womanhood may want some too. no one ever touched you with a lustful mind. you handed him his curry fried rice, and you ate yours, "enjoy the food, " you said. "i will, " he said gleefully.

with your hands on the table, while mixing your food on your plate, he saw. he saw how your boobs were clutching the table. he let out a breathy air, "it's tiny, cute, " he mumbled while distracting his eyes. you didn't notice how your boobs clutched, impacting one of your nipples slipped out.

it's visible to him how tiny it is, like a choco-chip on top of an ice cream cone. there was a thunder thumping outside your apartment room, "i think it's going to rain any time soon, " you said. yeosang nodded his head, "did you bring your umbrella? " you asked. he shook his head, "can i stay until the rain stops? " yeosang said.

you nodded and shrugged your shoulders, "i mean, yeah, you didn't bring any umbrella, so, " you said. the curry spilled all over your shirt, and you went right away to the sink to clean it. you heard the thumping of the thunder again, and it made your body jolt out, causing some water to squirt on your shirt.

"are you okay? " yeosang asked. "yeah, it's fine, " you lied. you pulled your clothes so they wouldn't stick to your bra and made them visible to yeosang. "i'm sorry, but i need to change again, " you chuckled. you walked towards your room before yeosang pulled you back. "no, you don't, i don't mind, " he said.

you saw his eyes filled with something passionate; it pulled you closer to him. "if you want this to stop, say it, " he licked his lips. he pulled himself tighter to you, his hand tapping your lower stomach and pulling your shorts and snapping them to your softer abdomen skin. of course, it hurts. you moaned uncharacteristically.

he traveled down his hands toward your thighs, caressed them softly, and squeezed them like it was the most springy thigh he had ever touched. it was fluttering, and you squirmed your thighs in his touch. he pulled one of your legs to his hip and trailed his finger closer to your vagina, which hid behind your shorts and panty.

he rubbed them with his fingers, twirled his thumb, and pushed a finger in to tease your opening. "yeosang, " you moaned. he licked your lips and bit them harshly. "i could do more if you want to, " he said. you bit your lower lip, closed your eyes, and held your breath while his finger twirled to enter your vagina, only to be stopped by your shorts.

"yeosang, i want it, " you whispered. "i can't hear you, you know, " he replied. "i want more, yeosang, " you whimpered. yeosang smirked at you; he pulled his tie, "if you want it, you don't have to see it, " he grinned. he closed your eyes with his tie and pulled your other leg to his hip. he kneaded your ass, and he told you to hop onto him.

he pressed your body against the wall, kissed your lips, and played with your tongue. on some occasions, he bit your lips and licked your neck. he peppered your neck with more biting, kissing, and hickeys. it was red, and it looked like someone had tried to eat you alive. you don't know what you're into, but you enjoy this pleasure like ecstasy running to your pulse.

"yeosang, " you moaned. "yes, princess, " he gruffly said between eating your neck. "i want you, " you pressed your chest to him with, of course, your slipped nipple still out because of your obliviousness, who didn't even try to slide it back into your bra. his core was reacting to that.

with your eyes blindfolded, he carried you to the sofa while kissing your jaw and licking it. he plopped you down and cupped your cheek. "(y/n), i can't hold myself back. i don't know if you're really up for this because i'm not that vanilla when it comes to this, " he said.

"yeosang, i can handle this, please, " you argued. your body whipped against him, and you tugged his shirt to pull him closer to you. yeosang let out a breathy sigh, "tell me if you're hurting or uncomfortable with it, " he whispered. you nodded, and he sat you up to undress you. he pulled over your shirt, revealing your cute bra with one slipped nipple.

he came closer to you and started kissing your neck. he bit them slowly and marked them. he didn't come to play; he came to eat you. he licked that slipped nipple before unclasping your bra and throwing them under the table. he switched, so he sat on the sofa while you sat on top of him, straining your hands on your back.

you straddled on top of his lap while he left lots of kiss marks on your chest, and it was there; it had a purplish color that you needed to cover the next day. you grind your ass while he sucks your nipple and pinches the others with his other hand. he twisted your nipples with his hand and his tongue.

he squeezed it hard like a toy he should grope. his tongue played your nipple like your breast was ready to be milked out by his mouth. you held on to his shoulder and grasped them. you don't know where you hold anymore. "yeosang, " you moaned. he gruffed his breath and pushed you to the ground.

he pulled out his twitching cock that was on your ass a few seconds ago, and he pulled your hair towards it. "open your mouth, princess, " he ordered. you opened your mouth slowly, and you could feel something was entering your mouth. something hard, and it's big enough to make you choke.

you had noticed that it was his cock, "imagine this as your favorite juice pops, " he said. you nodded and started to shove his cock in your mouth. he pulled your hair and bucked his hip into your mouth. you placed your hand on his balls and squeezed them lightly, and your other hands helped you to suck his cock.

he moaned all you needed to hear to make your pussy go crazy. yes, you are wet. you already felt it dripping from your pussy to your thigh. you bobbed your head to swallow his cock and deepen it into your throat. his cock was twitching while you curled your tongue over them.

"shit, (y/n), " he groaned. he pushed you off and slammed your body to the couch. you bit your lips with some disappointment hanging over your mouth. you were this close to tasting his cum, swallowing them, and of course, devouring them.

yeosang pressed his fingers against your pussy, "well, look who's wet down here, " he smirked. "i haven't done anything, yet your pussy already has this desire for me to relieve its needs, " he added. you clenched your couch handrest because you were squirming under his touch. he pulled your shorts and panty down, revealing your wet pussy was in a distressed mess.

"tell me if you want it to stop, " he said. you nodded, "yes, yes, yes, now, please, " you whined. he smirked and pulled his head closer to your pussy. he licked your clitoris while his finger was teasing it. he sucked it lightly at first because he noticed that your pussy was soft to ease the pain of his finger entering your pussy.

you moaned while your pussy twitched at the same time. yeosang smiled while still licking your clit. he twirled his finger inside you after his second and third fingers snuck in your pussy. you bucked your hips against his mouth, and you were trembling. he knew you were about to come, and that's why he pulled away ever so quickly.

"nuh-uh, not now, princess, " he grinned. you bit your lips, "please, let me, " you whined. "you can't come until i say so, " he replied. you have noticed that this is his habit. he has this sick kink of edging. he didn't even bother to deny it.

he pecked your neck and kissed your lips. he fought your tongue and toyed with them. he squeezed and kneaded your ass one more time before he thrust his cock slowly but steadily inside you. "yeosang, " you called out his name.

"remember to tell me, (y/n), " yeosang reminded you again. you nodded, and he thrust his cock deeper. you moaned; he hit your spot. he begins to move faster while holding onto your hips. you, on the other hand, were grasping his back and leaving minor yet visible scratches on it.

he thrust into you harder, making your body quiver. your legs have given up on you, and now you're just holding onto him. he kissed you again, but his thrust was getting sloppy. he's about to come. you helped him by bucking your hips to him and fastening the pace. after a few thrusts, "yeosang, please, " you begged because you knew you were about to come.

with some thrust in, "yes, you may, princess, " he allowed you to come. you moaned loudly when your cum spread over his cock, and he pulled out his cock off your pussy. "do you want to taste some of this? " he lewdly asked. you nodded, "open your mouth, " he said. you opened your mouth, and he thrust his cock inside it.

his cock twitched inside your mouth; he came inside your mouth. you were never the type to spit because you're a nasty bitch; of course, you swallowed them. he was surprised by his concern. he laid down on the floor for a minute, then went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. he came back and cleaned your pussy and your mouth.

he carried you to your bedroom while you were still in your hazy state. you have dazed because lust has taken over your body. yeosang plopped you down on your bed. you tugged his hand, "stay, " you said. he chuckled, "i want to pee, " he said. you giggled and hushed him. he went back after he peed and laid down next to you.

you crawled into his hug and curled up against his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, cuddled you, and caressed your hair. your sweat glistened on your temple, and he pecked them away. you fell asleep next to his chest, like his heartbeat was a lullaby, and he slept an hour later after he hummed you a song to soothe you from the pleasure.

the next day came so fast; you got up first. you had noticed yeosang was still sleeping soundly. you covered your body with your bathrobe and went to the kitchen with untouched curry fried rice. sure, you guys didn't bother to eat that. you threw them away and made a toast instead. you took a shower first, and you went back to your bedroom to wake yeosang up.

"hey, i think we should head back to work, " you patted his hand slowly. he rubbed his eyes, "already? " he questioned. you hummed while nodding at him, "breakfast at the counter, okay, " you said. he got up and took a shower, and he dressed up in yesterday's outfit.

"you're not going to change your clothes? " you asked him while walking to the boutique. "nah, it'll take too long, and we're going to be late then, " he chuckled. you giggled, "true, " you replied. he opened the door for you, and you chuckled while you entered the boutique. "thank you, " you said. "no worry, " he replied.

it has been a few days since the intercourse. you and yeosang would glance at each other and make out once in the storage room. when you're with him, pleasure is all that you want. you're not sure you like him or want him the other way around. however, he wanted you, but he wanted you as an escape from his ex.

as that feeling resurfaces, you need some affirmation about this feeling until yeosang talks about it first. on the day you made out with him, you had this talk with him at your apartment. "(y/n), " he called. "yeah, " you answered. "promise me that you won't be mad for this, " he begged.

"sure, what is it all about? " you asked. "i just want to make sure about this. i'm still figuring out about my ex and stuff. it would be sickening to start something new while i'm still weeping at my ex, " yeosang explained. weirdly, you're not sad when you hear him say that. "it's okay; it's not that we're having this as a relationship, " you chuckled.

"i mean, you gave me a pleasurable night once. it doesn't mean we're dating, boohoo, " you said. "yeah, true, " he admitted. "how about this, you come when i need someone to ease the pain, and i'll come when you need it too, " you suggested. "as a fuck buddy, you mean? " he asked. "yeah, something like that, " you coyly confessed. "hmm, sure, " yeosang said.

mingi was jealous when he accidentally saw you in the storage room. he wanted to check the new collection for eglantine, but instead, he saw you make out with yeosang. he felt a crack in his heart, but little did he know. you have loved him since the day you first met him.

he didn't know that even though you had fun with yeosang, it was only for fun, that was for contentment. sadly enough, mingi won't notice this any earlier.

the day of the outing finally came. mingi brought his daughter and her nanny because he couldn't just leave his princess alone. he and sibyl sat in front of the bus while you and yeosang sat a few seats back. yeosang sneakily trailed his hands to your thigh. he squeezed it lightly. you moaned quietly at his touch.

"yeosang, " you whined. "hmm, " he smirked. he grabbed your hand and pecked your palm. you giggled, and he placed his head on your shoulder. "hey, not in here; people will notice, " you claimed. "so what? " he snickered. "no, but, " you groped his crotch and squeezed them slowly.

you heard yeosang groan against his breath, but it did nothing to stop you. you chuckled when you felt his cock harden. "now, let's have a quiet ride, " you giggled. he smirked, "you might want to stop this if you don't want any punishment, " he said. "we're not going to be there, " you giggled. you flirted with yeosang, and he did the same.

it wasn't that far until you guys reached the destination. it was near the countryside, a remote village. you had arrived at noon, and you could feel how tranquil it was. you logged into your lodge, one worker per room. it's not that big but suits one person.

the lodging was adequate. it was like two housings merged into one. there's a garden path connecting the two. it could fit all eglantine workers, but honestly, the workers weren't that many. more like 50 people or less. on the first day, they planned to have a barbecue party.

you decided to wear something cute, wearing a mini dress with a loose string on your shoulder. mingi was setting up the grill, and sibyl was sleeping in her nanny's room. you haven't seen yeosang ever since you parted to unpack. everything in this barbecue party probably included drinks, lots, and lots of liquor. well, head on, you're the best at it.

"let's make a toast for eglantine, " mingi said. you cheered, "i'm sorry, i'm late, " yeosang came from behind you and grasped your waist. "hey, " you sipped down your drink. mingi was watching you two exchanging words to words. there was a sinking feeling inside of him.

you saw mingi staring at you, and you winked at him. you whispered something to yeosang, and he giggled with you. you tried to tempt mingi by pulling yourself against yeosang closer and grinding your body towards him. "you know, you're striving to seduce someone, aren't you, " yeosang asked.

you jumped out, "it's mingi, right? " yeosang chuckled. "shut up, " you bit your lips. yeosang grasped your pussy lightly. you moaned silently, "stop, " you whined. "you know, you could come to me if he didn't satisfy any of your needs, " yeosang whispered. you stood up, and yeosang squeezed your ass before you walked toward mingi.

you grabbed the bottle of wine in front of mingi and poured some into your glass. "i think i like my drink sweet, thank you, boss," you were chugging from your glass. mingi strained the pent-up need in his pants. you giggled and went back to yeosang, and he pulled you into his lap.

mingi snickered, and he scoffed at you. he had this evil, conniving plan. mingi's grin convinced yeosang that he was the sign that he was ready to fuck you up. the night was getting late, and the fireworks were shooting up in the skies, lighting the sky. there's when people are too distracted by it.

mingi grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. he carried you on his shoulder to the garden behind the lodging. he pushed you to the wall and skimmed your body with his hand through your dress's material. you could feel his breath fanning over your skin, and you tried to hold out your whimper.

you knew from the smell of his breath he was drunk. you don't want to take advantage of this even though it satisfies you. you need him to crave for you when he's sane and in his right mind. you caressed his cheek, "i think you're drunk, " you whispered. "you know, we could do this another time when you genuinely want me, " you said.

you pushed him over and walked back to the lodging, only to meet yeosang returning from the party. "leaving so early, " he smirked at you. "oh, shut it, " you giggled. "anyway, i'm going to sleep; i don't want my face to be bloated, " you jokingly said. "as you wish, princess, " he pulled your arms and led you to his room. "i mean in my room, " you said before entering.

"no, your room is too far and on the second floor, " he said. "i'm drunk and don't want to carry you there; the stairs are way too much, " he said. "fair point, " you hummed. you walked into his room, and you took in the view in it. it was tidy and clean, but you had no choice but to be trapped in this room until the following day.

yeosang pushed you to his bed, "you should be careful, you know, " he warned. "i had to jerk myself off because of what you did on the bus, " he added. you gulped down your saliva, "oh, so you're scared now? " he scoffed. "sure, you are; let this be your lesson not to tempt me, " yeosang pulled down your panty, "i'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow, " he pecked your pussy.

he ate you up to the point you could feel you're dried, and your legs were trembling. your lewd moan makes him turn into some beast that devours their prey to their very last bone. this session lasted for an hour, him eating your pussy. it's true; the next day, you wake early to return to your room. yeosang laughed and helped you out. some coworkers asked, but you said you and yeosang were jogging too far.

yeosang plopped you down on your bed and pecked your temple, "i'm sorry about last night, but it was tasty, " he said. you hummed, "i think there's a sense of relief down there, " you chuckled. "hmm, it sure does, " he said. "well, get ready or something because there's something we could do in the noon, " yeosang added.

reasonably, the noon was great. yeosang took you to a lovely eatery to have brunch and returned to your room because he couldn't hold himself up. series of your cum and his cum mixed on the bed sheets. he never did come inside you; disappointing, isn't it? but you know, he couldn't make you feel full even if his cock was inside you. he can't make you scream and beg for more than your ability to handle.

he is skilled, but he's not something you craved. he's not something you want to devour like it was your last dessert. the engulfing feeling of something was not there to appear, but hey, it was nice to have someone to let the relief out. he wiped your pussy neatly and plopped down beside you. you two cuddled up until both of you fell asleep.

mingi was busy playing with sibyl, but he did notice that he hadn't seen the two of you since brunch. he was a bit confused from last night because he partially remembered some of the things. he did remember pulling you to the garden, but he didn't remember anything after that. he tried to, but he couldn't remember what came after he teased you. nevertheless, it's his homework to do fast before he loses his chance.

the following day was the last day of the outing. you were too tired, yes tired, because yeosang didn't even leave a second to rest. he dried the fuck out of you. so you decided to sleep on the bus on the way back home. this outing was nasty; you thought inside your mind that it consumed your dreams. all the things you did with yeosang played in your dreams but with mingi.

this outing made you want to know what mingi would taste, though you really can't do this at the boutique. you were sure that mingi had kept checking tabs on you ever since the outing. he often called you to his office and held you there without saying anything while he did the paperwork. you were allowed to leave the office if he signed his paperwork.

while you kept up at your counter, he would come by and smirk at you. because he knew, behind those counters, yeosang was squeezing your butt. no one would know this because you and yeosang are on the same counter. mingi might be jealous, but that was yeosang's idea to help you. in that case, mingi wants you more than he could imagine.

he kept jerking his cock off once in a while in his office or imagining you railed him. nasty thought but needed. he planned a throughout idea so that he could fuck the out of you when his house is empty. he wanted you to taste his toys. he wanted you to know that you made his mind go crazy. he schemed that the nanny would take sibyl to a camp with her friends.

this plan took a month to perfect, but he knew it was worth it.

mingi asked you to come to his house because he wanted your opinion about redecorating sibyl's room. "oh my, i would be honored to do such a job, " you excitedly claimed. you almost jumped but in tiny. mingi hummed because he finally got you. he didn't want to waste any time. "great, see you on saturday, " he said.

mingi promised to pick you up from your house at 9 am. you woke up at 7 am and got ready until 8:55 am. you wore some short pleated skirts with a baggy shirt with its ends tucked into your skirts. you saw mingi's car from afar; well, you noticed because you've been there once.

"hi, " he greeted you from his car window. "hi, " you replied while pulling his car door to sit on the passenger seat next to him. "you look nice today, " he said. you blushed and shyly thanked him. you told him that he looked nice too. how could you not? when he dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt buttoned. not fully buttoned, much to your dismay, because you need to hold yourself together.

you can't peek through the unbuttoned, but mingi made this challenging. he kept stirring the wheel while changing the gear, making that shirt disarray. you could see his skin and his chest. you have this figured. from his body line, you could see how buffed that body is, sturdy chest and plump lap. you could ride him in a comfortable thigh of his. the veins on his hands made you wonder if he'll be able to choke you with those.

"(y/n), staring is rude, " he chuckled. you averted his glanced and looked out the view from the window. you missed the way mingi stared back at your neck. he vividly remembered when you came to work with yeosang; he saw a purplish mark on your skin. he knew someone must've eaten you up. he wanted to have a glimpse of you if he could be the other one to eat you out.

he wanted to see what your body, something you hide from the clothing you wore. still, he wanted to know if you're up doing something kinky with him. never mind, it wasn't something he should be bothered about when he invited to come and redecorate his daughter's room. he didn't mean anything else to happen; he swore.

you had arrived at mingi's house. it's spacious, and you could see the garden he had. he's old money. "come in, (y/n), " he said. you entered his house, "hello, " you greeted. he giggled, "no one's home, (y/n), " he said. you looked confused, "huh? " you questioned. "yeah, sibyl had this camp with her nanny. the only people here were the maid and nanny, me, and sibyl, for now, " he added.

he led you to sibyl's room. it was nice and looked cozy. you hummed, "well, this room needs some lighting; it's a tad darker than usual, " you said. "true, maybe that's why she's always sleepy when playing in her room, " mingi added. you added some other remarks about the room while mingi noted it down. "you know, your taste was not bad, " he said. you chuckled, "nah, it's a girls' thing, " you jokingly said.

"okay, " he giggled. his charming smile and gentle gesture made you ponder; he must be this perfect, or he had one of the sinister alter egos. the talk about the room continued until it was suddenly late evening. "i'm sorry to keep you this long, " mingi said. "no, it's okay. she's a princess, must get her the best, " you replied. "well, wanna eat something for dinner? " he asked. "no, it's okay. i'm going back anyway, "

"what a drag. come on, it's my treat to you for helping me out, " mingi pouted. he persuasively asks you to stay until dinner, and he convinces you. somehow, you're not surprised. because if you were him, you would've noticed how hard it was to contain the tension. a slight of brushed hands with each other, and accidentally grind your ass against the door rail when you bent down to pick up the pen mingi dropped on purpose, unaware that you were stepping on his foot. did you turn him on unwillingly or willingly? no one knows. but mingi pent those up inside of him.

while having dinner with him, you talked about the office and how grateful you are to be accepted there. you're not trying to lick his ass so he could promote you, but you're genuinely thankful. he watched you rambling things while his nasty mind imagined your voice as you moaned against his ear. how lewd and erratic you sounded when you whined, "i think sibyl is going to like the room, " you said. he snapped from it, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

the weather wasn't that hot, and it was supposed to be cold and icy autumn. you didn't know what to do or expect from this desirable form of mingi seated beside you during dinner. you know his pants tented up. you know his mind probably has these racing thoughts of nasty things. you had finished your food and were going to wash your hands but turned the wrong side of the water.

heated water splashed around your hand, and it was hot, but rather than a scream, you, unaware, moaned lowly to your breath. mingi pretended not to hear any of that, but he was sure that any given chance he had, he'd eat you. "are you okay? " he asked. "oh, yeah, yeah, i'm okay, " you replied. you didn't know the impact of your moan to him, erected him.

mingi grabbed the ice from the refrigerator to cool down your hands while you were still washing your hands with normal water. you turned around and bumped into mingi's chest. mingi looked down at you with a dark gaze lingering in your eyes. his breath is gliding over your face. he placed your hand on the counter with his, "look, it's not okay, " he scoffed.

you huffed a breathy air making your chest pump, and he could feel it brush against his. he bit the ice cubes from the bowl he had held his ice on. he pulled himself closer to you; he clenched your jaw to open your mouth with force. he placed the ice between your teeth and pushed it deeper with his tongue. you felt the ice sending some sensual tingle in your body.

he exhaled against you, and he slowly came closer to lick the ice while his knees were toying with your thigh to spread it open. your pussy was starting to wet, and you were ready to push him, but you wanted to explore everything about him. "tell me you want more; that'll do the job, " he whispered. your breath was uncontrollably ragged.

"i, " you stuttered. "i, what? " "i want more, " you quickly mumbled.

he scoffed, and he kissed you with the ice to spice it up. he took your lips in his, tonguing your mouth, and rubbed his knee towards your pussy. as the kiss went deeper, his knee pressed harder on your pussy. he bit your tongue and licked your lips. you moaned his name while he rubbed your pussy with his knee vigorously. your whimpering was evident to him.

one thing you learn from yeosang, he won't let you come until he allows you to. so, maybe, you need to tell, mingi before you came, "mingi, i think i'm going to come, " your pussy twitched on his knee. "oh, did yeosang teach you this? " he asked. your whimpering was getting shakier, "m-mhm, " you replied. mingi's smile was getting more sinister. he rubbed your pussy faster until you couldn't handle it. you bit your lips and tried to hold your breath, but all that effort won't stop you from coming.

your shaky leg, uncharacteristically breathing, and twitching inside your pussy was the sign you were close. "mingi, please, i'm close, " you begged. he shook his head, "so? " he smirked. "do you think i would let you? fuck, no, " he snapped, but he continued rubbing your pussy. well, you came without his permission. "oh, you dare? yeosang must've gone too soft with you, " he sneered.

your spine chilled when you heard mingi says that. "you can have that with yeosang, but not with me. i'm not your soft something you had your dream on, " he said. "look at you, i haven't done anything besides rubbing your pussy, " he added. you know it's the truth, but you want something to fill you in. you want something to hit your spot hard and make you tremble, begging him to stop. "i want more, please, " you pleaded.

he smirked and pulled your hands into his playroom. toys you haven't even tried even once in your life were filling his playroom. "just tell me if you want it to stop, " he muttered. "yes, master, " you said. "hmm, someone smart teaches you well, i suggest, " he said. you gasped at how quickly you adapted to it. well, it's in you, you know. you looked up about that. you wanted that, and you craved that, and how your experience with yeosang was a clear sign that you needed this. how yeosang treated you with aftercare, you are pleased.

mingi told you to strip down your clothes and call him when you have finished. you did, and he returned to tie your hair into a ponytail. he pulled you to a standing mirror at the corner of the room, "you need to know how you look when you're high, " he grinned. he picked the ice cube from the bowl on his nightstand. he stood behind you and trailed down the ice from your neck to your nipple and ended up on your pussy. "hold it there; don't drop it, " he mumbled to your ear.

"master, " you moaned because it was making your pussy clench. he nibbled your earlobe while licking it with ice in his mouth. he saw your mouth agape, mouthing a silent moan. his hand circled your nipples, squeezed your boobs, and pinched the tip of the nipple firmly. his low voice turns you on and on. your wet pussy was seeping through the ice. "master, please, " you moaned.

he shook his head, "not yet, baby girl, " he smirked. you hazily want to close your eyes because the pleasure from the ice on your pussy is spinning your head. before you could even do that, mingi smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt. your legs were trembling, and luckily, the hot heat around your pussy melted down the ice.

mingi noticed that, and he plopped the ice from his mouth to yours. he bent down to toy your clit with his finger, and he sleds over your legs to face you while he sat down on the floor, and you're there standing with legs that are ready to give up on you. he bit your clit lightly and sucked them while twirling your clit with his tongue. you wanted to touch your hardened nipples, but you're hanging onto mingi's hair because you can't stand it anymore.

he ate you, "master, i'm close, " you said. he's good with his tongue and making you come twice in only 30 minutes. "you can come, cupcake, " he said, and there you come. there, in his mouth. this liquid exchange couldn't be nastier, but it could. he kept your cum in his mouth, only to make a way to your mouth and alter your cum into your mouth while he kissed you and fought your tongue for dominance. "you should know how savory you are, so swallow it, " he demanded.

you swallowed your cum and went for his lips to kiss him, but he crashed your first. he bit your lips and went for your jaw. you weren't closing your eyes because watching this particularly erotic scene made your pussy twitch. he marked your neck, leaving purplish hickeys throughout your body. he ate you. he wanted to engulf you like the demon devours every human soul.

he pushed you down to his cock, "try mine, " he said. without any hesitation, you spat on your hand and started to knead his balls, and licked his cock. you sucked his tip, slowly pushing his cock down to your throat. you bobbed your head while he pressed your head so his cock could penetrate your throat. you looked at his eyes coyly while giving him a blow job, almost choked, but you enjoyed it. you loved how big, thick, and quickly twitched his cock was.

"(y/n), " he groaned. you pulled your mouth off his dick and gave him the most incredible hand job possible. "it's okay, master, come in my mouth, " you sucked his tip to tease him. not long after, he came inside your mouth. a mouthful cum filled your mouth. you swallowed them without him asking. you licked his balls before he held your hand and led them to his shoulder. you gripped his shoulder firmly.

he placed both of your legs on his hip; his fingers were playing with your clit while his other hand put his cock slowly to your entering. you pushed your vagina deeper into his cock, "master, " you felt his big cock inside your core. he thrust in slowly into you. he groaned and supported your hip to move faster. his dick was about to come again until he pulled them off. he grabbed the leather belt and tied your hand to a pole.

he bent you down, and you knew, "master, please spread your cum inside me, " you begged. "you gotta work for it, babe, " he replied. he pushed his cock again inside your pussy from the back. this time, the thrusts were getting faster and harsher. your pussy was witching hard, so you decided to move your hip along with his.

you managed to catch up with his rhyme. "master, " you moaned. he knew you were about to come, "it's okay, baby girl, you can come, " and your cum spread over his cock. he thrust harder, "i'm close too, " he said. "come inside me, master. fill me up with your juices, " you whined.

there, you felt something warm filling your vagina and making you whole. mingi untied the belt, "are you up for another session? " he asked. "hmm, master, i'm ready, " you said. right after, he handcuffed you with his favorite leather handcuff to his bed frame. he crawled onto the bed and pulled your pussy closer to his face. he sucked your pussy and bit your clit softly. you didn't count how many times you came, but he did that to ensure you couldn't walk the next day.

you huffed an airy breath, and he did the same while lying beside you. "i'm sorry, i went too hard, " he said. you looked at him, "no, you're not. it was great, " you shyly claimed. "well, if you want to have another one, we could do that if you uncuffed my hand, " you giggled. he gasped, "sorry, baby, " he chuckled. he unlocked the handcuff and pulled you closer to him. "we need to clean you up, " he claimed.

he carried you to the bathroom and put you in the bathtub. he filled the bathtub with water while he picked the shampoo and soap. well, after that uncountable session you did, your body was full of sweat and sticky. he cleaned you up, brushed your back, and washed your hair. he dressed you in his clothes and pants, of course, no underwear. who would want to wear their wet underwear dirty? no one.

it was 3 in the morning, and you noticed how long your sessions took with him. he cuddled you up in his arms, "mingi, " you mumbled. he pecked your temple and kneaded your breast. "let's talk about it tomorrow, hm, " he said. he pulled your shirt up and started to suck your nipples. "i wanted to milk you out until you're left powerless, " he whispered. "no, i just want to say i love this, " you chuckled. he bit your nipple firmly, "i do, too, " he smiled. you squirmed into his arms and nestled into his hug—what a great night!

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pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : be compromised to elvis presley would sound like a dream to everyone else.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of power status as a form of manipulation), a lot of angst.

author's note : so i don't think i'll be able to update as often as i usually do because i'll start college and all that but once again thank you for enjoying my work, i love every single one of you. <3

part one. part two. part three. part five.

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

you woke up in a surprisingly soft bed, blinking a few times before the light emanating from the big window by your side started focusing.

you could faintly hear the sound of the television making your head hurt at the sound and light that suddenly you were aware of.

“ she's awake. ” someone said before the whole room shifted, some people hovering over you. “ call elvis. ”

you groaned at the mere mention of his name.

“ y/n? ” you turned to see jerry, who seemed relieved, giving a soft smile of the friend you made after being stuck with elvis.

“ hi.. ” your throat hurted and your tone sounded sore making me you grimace.

“ yeah, be careful about... everything. doctor said you almost hit your head like- badly. ”

jerry stopped talking when the door opened, you could see elvis' figure.

“ baby... ” he seemed to mutter, coming closer to the side of your bed where he could grab your hand. “ god, dear god, i'm so glad you're fine. ”

everyone thought elvis infatuation with you was something worthy of every girl out there, a man that would do anything for her.

you weren't one to think that way.

you hummed as an answer, because you didn't want to talk to him... and because your throat hurts.

the door opened again, the doctor entering the room.

“ mr. presley, remember to give mrs. presley room to breath. ”

you wanted to throw up at that.

“ yea', sorry, sir. ” he whispered before letting go of your hand, standing next to you while the doctor stood at the end of your bed.

“ i'm glad you're fine, miss. i explained to everyone else that you passed out do to exhaustion and for mixing a type of drug with alcohol but mr. presley here assured us that you have no prescription for that type of pills and you're not the type of woman to do that so my best guess is that exhaustion was taking a toll in you. ”

you almost felt bad at the doctor, obviously who was good at his job, elvis probably screamed at him for thinking you took some type of drug. even if you did.

“ my throat hurts. ” you explained, almost raising your hand to point your sore throat.

“ ah, yes. ” the doctor pointed to elvis the glass of water next to you, who picked it up and quickly gave it to you. “ dehydration could also be one of the causes to you passing out. ”

you drank the water, enjoying the fresh feeling in your throat.

“ thank you, doc', don't know what i would've done if my best girl would've stayed more time asleep here... ”

the doctor just smiled, nodding at elvis before saying his goodbye and 'rest well' to you.

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when you arrived at Graceland, you felt like you could pass out again.

the fans were spotting you from far away, pointing at you if you were a fair attraction, some of them even looked at you with a disgusted look in their faces. and you knew why.

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“ i mean, was y/n a groupie or something? ”

you were watching this 'comedy' special you used to watch back in memphis, you only enjoyed it cause you and your dad had that alone time for the both of you and it felt great having some time with him. but now, as you listen to this male comedian painting you as an object, homewrecker slut, that tempted elvis into a marriage; seducing him in leaving his daughter.

“ now i want to see what our audience think, ” you saw how the camera focused into some man that had a microphone. “ sir, what do you think it was that made elvis presley choose y/n over beautiful priscilla? ”

“ her cun- ”

suddenly the tv went off. turning around you found elvis taking off his lace scarf, returning from a press conference.

“ you shouldn't be watching that shit. ”

you just shrugged, taking the last bite of the cereal you prepared for yourself. “ it's just joke-. ”

“ no one should be joking about you, i don't give a damn if they're the fucking queen of england. ”

he closed the bathroom door so hard you thought the whole room shook, making you stay in the couch, holding your cereal with dear life.

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“ get comfortable, i'm gonna see if steve is coming to discuss business. ” elvis, as always, spoke to you with a lovesick tone. easily mistaken with the voice of a charming man.

“ okay. ”

“ love you. ”

he kissed your cheek and left, closing the door behind him.

you walked a few steps before going up the stairs, the same feeling of anxiety crawling into your mind as you noticed how this was going to be your house too. not elvis' house.

how everyone wouldn't call you 'y/n' anymore. they were going to call you 'mrs. presley'.

you opened the door to the bathroom, throwing up the food you ate earlier as the feeling of disgust and anger invaded your body like a virus.

turning around to the hallway you saw elvis' portrait, looking at you with a mocking smile.

“ fuck you. ” you whispered as you stood up. “ fuck you and your manipulative shit ways to make me stay, you fucking bastard. ” you pointed at the portrait as you walked out of the bathroom.

for anyone else you would've sounded, and looked, crazy. talking to a portrait as if it would talk back. maybe that's why you talked to it, cause it wouldn't manipulate you into losing the fight.

“ everyone is lucky to not be in my place... i just want to know why i am the unlucky one. ” you sat on the stairs carpet, your dress feeling sticky in your skin and your heels feeling like a box trapping you to not run anywhere. “ you made me miserable and you like it. ” you whispered. “ you're happy because someone else is more miserable than you. ”

you looked up.

the portrait was still smiling.

you were in the bathroom, looking at the pills elvis brought with him now there next to the sink staring back at you.

taking your head out of the bathroom you saw elvis making a call, clearly distressed at something.

you took your chance and opened the bottle, taking out three and downing them down your throat, suddenly feeling more calm now that you knew you were going to be almost unconscious.

“ god DAMN! ” a bell kind of sound emitted from the phone being put in the receiver making you realize how long you took, existing the bathroom after closing the bottle and leaving it right in their place.

elvis noticed you. “ fucking bastard that's what he is. made elvis presley a rat ass. ”

oh, so he was talking about the colonel.

elvis told you on the way back to Graceland that the colonel was still trying to make him change his mind but after a few failed attempts of him trying to be calm about it he started to get angry, almost insulting elvis in the calls he made to steve.

“ he makes that shit to you and he thinks i'm taking him back, that dumb fuck. ”

you climbed inside the covers, breathing heavily at how elvis looked distressed. you hated it. cause you were the one that took the consequences of it.

“ elvis... ” you softly said, taking his hand from the other side of the bed, grabbing his attention. “ he just wants to take your time, don't let him do that. focus on what you love, your fans- ”

“ you. ” he interrupted.

“ y-yes. and the music! i mean, your fans are going to love the new shows you're planning to do so, don't let the colonel ruin it. ”

elvis scoffed, knowing you were right.

“ that bastard isn't even a colonel. ” he muttered, resting next to you.

you already knew that thanks to jerry who couldn't help but tell everyone.

elvis wrapped an arm around your shoulders, cuddling you closer.

“ the only thing that stops me from getting angry at him is our wedding. ”

of course he had to ruin the moment with that.

“ i'm so glad you're gonna be all mine. ” he kissed your head, closing his eyes as he started to doze off.

“ yeah... ”

fuck elvis presley.

wedding preparations were annoying.

the only good thing about it was that you weren't besides elvis all the time, the only time you saw him was at night. when he returned from his performances or from steve's meetings.

“ i like the pink one.. ” you pointed at a pink napkin, next to the other similar pink napkins.

elvis wanted you to prepare the wedding, perhaps as a kind of a punishment, because he knew it was something you didn't want to do.

“ elvis, i don't want to do it alone. ” you plead to him, sitting in your side of the bed as you saw him finishing his night routine in the bathroom.

“ but it's going to be great! daddy left mama all their wedding stuff and it turned beautiful. ”

he sat next to you, grabbing your hand.

“ lord, she would've loved you. ” he whispered, loud enough for you to hear.

you looked down to your hand in his, wanting to just punch him. you hate him.

“ hm. ” was the only thing you managed to say.

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“ uh, i like that one. ” you pointed to a random decoration, shaking your head towards it.

“ oh! that's the same one miss priscilla chose at first but i'll tell you the same thing, this doesn't fit with your kind of wedding, i mean-. ”

being compared to priscilla was a must in your daily life but, you know, a girl can only take too much.

“ name priscilla one more time and you'd have to look for a job outside this country. ”

you looked scary; with authority radiating from your figure, crossed arms in front of your chest, side eyeing the woman that was 'helping' you.

“ y-yes, mrs. presley... forgive me. ” her voice trembled.

you had enough with all the people that thought you want this.

“ i fired her. ”

you told elvis after swallowing some of his pills without him noticing, again.

“ who? ”

you proceeded to brush your teeth.

“ thef wefding planef. ”

“ huh? ”

you spat the water into the sink.

“ the wedding planner. ”

you couldn't see it but judging by his silence he was surprised.

“ what did she say? ”

“ nothing, she wasn't helping. ”

you got inside the covers, sighing at how tired you felt after picking so many unnecessary things.

“ darling. ”

you looked at him.

“ hope you're not doing this in a way to delay the wedding 'cause, ha. ” he shook his head. “ that won't happen. ”

is he serious?

“ no, it's not for that, she really was not helping. ”

“ then, i'll call the backup tomorrow. ” he said while making himself comfortable.

he had a backup?

“ a backup? ”

“ yes. ” he turned around to see you again, this time with a smile. “ you ain't gonna slip through my fingers that easily. ”

and he was serious too.

the 'backup' arrived in the morning, she actually helped even choosing some stuff you showed no interest in.

but that didn't meant you were just tired of this.

she left earlier because of an appointment she had, leaving you alone in the big house.

climbing up the stairs you went to elvis' room (you firmly stated that wasn't your room too, you couldn't say it out loud), making a straight line towards the bathroom only to see that the thing you were looking for, was not there.

there were no pills.

you almost ran to the phone of the room, dialing dr. nick.

“ dr. nick. ”

“ hello, good, uh, afternoon. i'm y/n. ”

a static moment of silence.

“ oh! mrs. presley, hi. ”

you rolled your eyes, apparently you couldn't escape that.

“ yes, listen. ” you held yourself steady with the wall. “ i need a bottle of those pills you gave to elvis for exhaustion. ”

another moment of silence.

“ ma'am, uh, i no longer work with elvis since i was colonel parker idea- ”

“ i don't care. ” you gritted your teeth. “ they're for me. ”

“ oh.. ” he seemed to mutter something before speaking again. “ uh, i don't think i'm able to- ”

“ i'm home! ”

you ended the call, leaving the room quickly.

“ elvis! didn't expected you before... ten. ”

he just smiled, leaving his sunglasses and his scarf in some couch around.

“ i know, wanted to surprise you, take you out for dinner. ” you frowned a bit, he couldn't see from down there. “ what d'you say? ”

he was still smiling.

“ sure. ”

you dryly chuckled.

“ why not? ”

after the both of you dressed in different attires, you ended up at some new restaurant far from memphis (elvis told you how he wanted to explore more before touring).

some people still stared at you, the hold you had in yourself to not roll your eyes is amazing if you say so.

as soon as you entered the restaurant, some man, the owner you figured, guided the both of you to your table saying how the food was free.

“ everything that the elvis family may desire is at our disposition. ” he said as he winked at you and almost grabbed your thigh under the table.

you and elvis laughed, you in a ' what an entitled prick' and elvis in a more charming way as he didn't noticed what the man tried to do. if that would've been the case, you'd be at the jury waiting for elvis' custody to be told.

a waiter gave you the menu, you taking your time so you could avoid elvis' gaze more time. after a few minutes you couldn't pretend anymore, as if it would've been suspicious, so you just left your menu in the table looking around.

you could notice that people stopped staring, the decoration was nice, and a small stage was a few rows in front of you.

you could see how people were enjoying themselves, how some couples seemed so in love it almost made you cry. you couldn't remember the last time you felt truly happy.

“ you know what you want? ” elvis asked.

you turned around to look at him. “ huh? w-what? ”

“ i said, you know what you want? ” he pointed at the menu while he looked at you with a gaze that almost seemed to mock your suffering.

“ oh. ” you said, almost whispering. “ yeah. ”

he smiled, surrounding your shoulders with his arm.

he was smiling a lot tonight and that scared you, what did he planned?

soon after, as if the universe was giving you the answer, the door was opened and you could hear two people talking, frowning as you tried to remember where did you hear them before elvis whispered in your ear.

“ surprise. ”

“ y/n! ”

you turned your head to the side, almost breaking it, mouth opened.

“ m-mama. ” you whispered, your lips trembling as hers, standing up so you could hug her.

“ oh, my baby. ” she said between kisses in your face, almost crying.

your dad just smiled at the interaction, a few tears escaping his eyes.

remembering where were you, you awkwardly broke the hug, your mom still smiling.

“ please, sit. ”

you sat as they both did, scooting far from elvis so your whole attention was in your parents. he seemed to notice because he clenched his jaw and grabbed you by the waist, holding you closer. you just smiled. he couldn't even stop for you to just enjoy the moment.

your parents gaze darkened at the sight of elvis, you couldn't blame them. because of his stunt back in the day you almost got a broken arm and some police men banned you from going into places.

“ mr. and mrs. y/l/n. ” his raspy voice made an appearance, the type of tone he used on people he was going to ruin.

“ elvis. ” your mother answered back, you could see her neck tightening from how much rage he was holding back.

“ i invited you here so you could know. it's still pretty secret. ”

you expected for the worse at this point.

“ me and beautiful y/n are going to be married. ”

your mother gasped.

“ in a week. ”

“ what?! ” you suddenly asked, your mother fainted and your father froze.

after some tries to gain consciousness, your mother was awake, holding her stomach as the three of you were in an alleyway, at the back of the restaurant.

“ h-how did this happened? ” your father asked you, elvis was helping your mother to keep breathing.

“ it just... happened. ”

your father scoffed, lightning a cigarette and, while rubbing his forehead, he asked again.

“ how did this happened? ”

you gulped and looked down, seeing your shiny shoes.

“ i don't know. ”

your father held your shoulders, his cigarette still in his lips although you could understand his next words.

“ y/n. if you need help-. ”

your mother interrupted the both of you, elvis behind her as he seemed to call someone.

“ we're leaving. ”

you looked at her with a surprised face, almost comical, your father copying you.

“ what on earth-? ” your father started before your mother suddenly slapped you.

you held your cheek, the air in your lungs knocked out, your head started to spin.

“ you are no daughter of mine. having... intercouse with that- that... man. ”

you were now confused.

“ w-what? ”

“ mrs. y/l/n, mr. y/l/n. ” you stopped holding your cheek, he would ask. “ your car is here. ”

your father looked at you, holding your hand in his.

“ y/n... ”

your mother grabbed his coat dragging him all the way to the car, without sparing you a glance.

you just stood there, your mind started to spin and you were expecting to pass out next.

“ well, that went great, darling. ”

you scowled, turning around to slap him.

you had enough. you had enough of him and his stupid triumphant smile.

“ you. fucking. bastard. you invite my parents for dinner, make a scene back at the restaurant and then tell my mother we slept together without getting married before? who do you think you are? ”

he turned to look at you, a furious gaze directed to you but you couldn't care less.

“ let me tell you something, mr. presley. you could force me into a marriage, destroy my life and my family but there is something you will never have. ” you walked closer to him, pointing your manicured finger to his face. “ my love. and that's the thing that fucks you up. ”

he gritted his teeth, his hands turning into fists.

“ because that's what you always want. love. you suck the love out of people and then you leave them there, stranded, hopeless. well, it's your turn and i won't allow you to make me more miserable than i already am. ”

you could see his furious gaze turn into a scared one. scared that you were about to leave. pathetic.

“ don't worry, i won't leave. but i hope you know, that from this day on, i'll make your life a living hell. ”

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