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jayflrt · 15 days

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 26. the athenaeum

JAY HAD GONE THROUGH NUMEROUS INTERVIEWS IN HIS LIFE; THIS WASN'T ANYTHING HE HADN'T EXPERIENCED BEFORE.

The Athenaeum, which was the building designated for the Order members, looked grand on the outside, but it was even more magnificent on the inside. The living space was adorned with decorative sculptures and Corinthian pillars, and a spiraling staircase led to several upper levels. Jay swallowed hard when he realized that he would be living here if he was selected. That would surely make it harder to hide that he was only here for his assignment.

He walked in at 8:06 p.m. on the dot, hoping he had made the right decision, and a little anxious knot unraveled in his chest when Kim Jennie approached him with a pleased smile.

"Right this way to your interview, Jay," she said in a sweet voice, although her smile dropped as she tried to maintain a stoic expression.

In retrospect, the interview itself didn't sound too intimidating. A thirty minute interview with several people asking questions would go by quickly. But a room's worth of eyes were on him, and he felt his throat closing up. Surely, there were scarier things in the world than fifteen pretentious college students sizing him up, but Jay couldn't seem to think of anything but how stuffy the large room seemed to feel.

They were all sitting high above him, circling around the one chair in the middle of the room like a committee of vultures. They were all wearing dark cloaks with a golden wreath adorning the tops of their heads. It looked a little silly, but he tried not to stare too long at the headpieces.

Park Sungjin, Sunghoon's older brother, was seated right in the middle, eyes flitting between Jay and the sheet of paper in front of him. Jay looked around the room for a brief second, making eye contact with Jeonghan, who nearly cracked a smile before returning to looking impassive.

"Welcome to your interview, Jay," Sungjin began with an overwhelming air of authority, motioning for him to sit down. Jay cautiously took a seat, but he immediately felt swamped by everyone's gaze. "We've spent the past semester getting to know you and your accomplishments. All of us are quite familiar with your merit, but this interview is for us to get to know you on a deeper level to see if you have what it takes to be part of our next delegation."

Before Jay could even open his mouth to respond, Sungjin turned to the member to his right, asking, "Baekhyun, would you like to start us off?"

Byun Baekhyun nodded before leaning forward on his forearms. "Jay, if you could be president, during which historical event would it be?"

Jay almost gawked at him. Almost.

He treated the question as if it was any other professional interview question, though. If the Order was taking it seriously, then he had to, as well.

"Probably during the Great Depression," he answered after a few moments of pondering. "I would've done the opposite of whatever Hoover did with his laissez-faire approach, meaning more government intervention, more relief efforts, and less tariffs. Without the Great Depression, Germany probably wouldn't become fascist, so they would have no reason to form a huge army and start the second world war."

"Nice answer," Sungjin praised, which left a surge of relief flooding Jay's chest. "Jisoo?"

The pretty senior smiled coyly, scooting up in her seat to ask, "If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?"

Jay seriously thought this was all some sort of sick joke. What kind of question was that? Had he been taking all of this way too seriously?

"Maybe one of those Moon Trees," he said. "I think it's pretty cool that the seeds were still viable after going to the moon and back."

Kim Taehyung was next to ask a question, clearing his throat loudly to cover up Jeonghan whispering to Xu Minghao about where they could find a Moon Tree seed.

"Jay," Taehyung started, "if you could slap any person—living or dead—who would you slap?"

Jay leaned back in his chair, taken aback by the question. Was there a correct way to go about such a question? Could he really just list any person? He could perhaps say Hitler or Stalin, but that was stupid; anyone would slap those two if they were given the choice.

He could go for a more entertaining route, but Jay's mind was currently blanking and he could only think of one person that would have been completely inappropriate to blurt out. He knew you told him to be honest, but honesty would probably do him more harm than good.

However, the seconds were ticking by, and Jay was suddenly overly-conscious of everyone's blank stares. His heart started to beat faster when he realized that everyone was waiting for him to respond.

"Park Sunghoon."

Jay didn't even realize the words actually came out of his mouth until he noticed that the room was dead silent. As if he wasn't nervous already, his blunder made his heart beat against his rib cage like a drum while his palms grew clammy.

It was over.

There was no recovering from such a royal fuck-up. Jay had to find another way to go about this mission. He would have to tell his client that he failed. Maybe he would finally be let go, but then he would have to leave—

A snicker. Then another. And another.

Soon, the entire room had burst into laughter over Jay's answer, including Park Sungjin. Although most of them still looked as if they were in disbelief, they found it absolutely hysterical.

Kim Doyeon, who was currently wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, fought down giggles as she said, "We need you to elaborate."

"Looks like your brother pissed someone off again," Oh Sehun joked, nudging Sungjin from behind.

Sungjin returned a half-grin before folding his arms across his chest and looking down at Jay. "I'd like to hear why, too."

"Uh..." Jay was floundering for an excuse, buying himself time by rubbing his nose. He surely couldn't mention anything that had gone down between Sunghoon and you, so he thought back to a previous memory with the junior. "He puked on my new shoes last semester and never acknowledged it after that. I had to clean them by hand, and he puked on them again."

More laughter chorused from the fifteen of them, and Jay felt a little relieved that he managed to come up with a believable excuse to throw them off. As dumb as their questions were, he almost got himself into trouble there.

Once Sungjin managed to calm down the rest of the members, he shot Jay an apologetic look. "Sorry about them. This is supposed to be a professional interview." He shot pointed looks around the room, but even he wasn't taking his own words seriously. "None of us have ever laughed this hard over an interview question. How about we move onto Minghao?"

Minghao, who Jay couldn't tell was smiling because of his answer about wanting to punch Sunghoon or because Jeonghan had finally shut up about the Moon Trees, straightened his back and squared his shoulders. "Jay, how would you describe the color yellow to someone who's blind? You can take your time to think about this one before you answer."

Jay frowned as he thought long and hard about Minghao's question. It wasn't that it was anything challenging to answer, but he was never really a big fan of the color yellow in the first place.

Sunshine. Dandelions. Canaries. Sunflowers.

Sunshine—but he wasn't really keen on bright, blinding sunlight. Jay more so enjoyed the yellow hues of a sunset or a sunrise. He supposed people associated the color yellow with happiness, but he couldn't really see it.

And then he thought harder about those bright yellows, wondering what it was about the vibrance that made people feel so much joy. He furrowed his brows, and then it came to him all at once.

It wasn't the sunshine itself. Sure, maybe it was a contributing factor, but he remembered that hike he went on while he was back in Washington for winter break. You were standing on a large tree root with your hands on your hips, squinting up at the brilliant sun before nearly tripping over your feet and then laughing hysterically. Something warm and joyful exploding in his chest back then, making him wish he could freeze time.

Maybe that was yellow.

"When you're sad, you say you feel blue," he responded, "so I'd tell a blind person that yellow is their happiest memory. It's like that feeling you get when you look up at the sun and feel its heat on your face, or seeing someone you care for smile really big."

(He swore he could hear Bae Joohyun cooing at his answer from the left end of the room.)

"I think we'll have to wrap this up soon because the next interview is gonna be soon," Sungjin said. "Jennie, would you like to take this one?"

"I can," she said with a nod. "Jay, can you tell me your interpretation of how the name 'Order of Kryptos' came to be?"

Rather than his mouth going dry this time, Jay was more than ready to answer this question—a real question, unlike the previous icebreakers he had been getting. He had done his research far before he even started going to networking events for the Order.

"If I remember correctly, Kryptos is in reference to the sculpture by Jim Sanborn—the one outside the CIA headquarters. It contains four messages, the first three being solved and the fourth remaining one of the most famous unsolved codes in the world," Jay explained. "The name 'Kryptos' itself is the ancient Greek word for 'hidden,' so I believe your society's goals revolve around seeking intelligence and discovering the unknown."

"And what do you think the number 786 signifies?"

"The passcode to the building?"

"Correct."

"Seven-eight-six..." he mumbled, trying to rack his brain for an answer. "The sculpture contains a total of 1,800 characters and only 768 of them are decoded. That's the only connection I can make in my head that relates to 786. Other than that, I don't really know."

Jennie smiled. "Thank you, Jay."

He swallowed thickly. Did he mess up? No, he couldn't have. Jay had been on thin ice when he said he'd punch Sunghoon, but everything else, for the most part, had gone smoothly. There was no possible way he had any idea of knowing what the passcode was for.

"That concludes your interview, Jay," Sungjin said. "We are still deciding on when we're starting Tap Week, so we'll reach out with more information once we've solidified plans. Thank you for meeting with us today."

"Thank you," Jay echoed through the dry mouth and slack tongue.

He went around giving everyone firm handshakes before walking out of the Athenaeum. Although he didn't feel like his interview went terrible, Jay had a sinking feeling that his answer about Sunghoon was going to come back to bite him.

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 8 months

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A Moment Of Peace. [Lost Girls AU]

Notes: Fluff. Like- tooth rotting fluff because I need to INDULGE yall, life's been hard LOL 🙏. And the boys being daddys has my brain ROTTING.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of Pregnancy. Flirting and a little bit of kissing but nothing NSFW. Meant for ages 15+. Enjoy~!

Chrysta's hands worked at a delicate but quick pace, her thumb gently making contact with the end of the sharp needle strung securely between the two fabrics she was stitching together.

She admires her handiwork so far, seeing the small patch of purple polka-dots among the many different bits of clothing sewn carefully upon any tears or holes in the long wavy skirt that sat upon her lap. She looks at it with a smile, proud of herself whilst she holds it out to look at it against the dim candlelight in her nest, hidden away deep into the low ground of the cave.

Her attention is quickly pulled from her stitching to the sound of hushed whispers and giggles, echoing so faintly along the walls along with the low rumble of thunder and crashing waves outside.

She takes the thin indigo threat hanging from her needle and pulls it tight between her left bottom and top fang, cutting it. She places the needle in a safe, flat crevice to not be lost into the many sheets, blankets, and pillows swarming the small nest. The whispers that had yet to cease grew more indistinct as she moved from her sitting position to get atop her knees, leaning ever so slightly forward, looking through the sheen cloth hanging loose and low around the entrance of her nest working as some sort of curtains.

She reached a hand out to gently pull it away, just to see the world of the dim cave from beyond the foggy, cream tinted fabric in her way.

The small upturn splayed on her lips out of curiosity quickly grows with amusement and a swell in her undead heart. The four little bodies all huddled together against a perch near the rafters in the caved in hotel weren't that hard to miss.

"Quit pushing!"

"No fair, I wanna feel!"

"It tickles!"

"Ow, that's my foot!"

Chrysta can't help but let out a low breath through her nose at the amusing scene, finding her head giving a slight shake while she watches the small squabble between sisters a little longer.

Anastasia sat atop the perch her other sister's either crawled onto the top of or stood on their tippy toes to reach over. Her arm was outside the small cave opening, her pale hand with her fingers spread out and feeling the cool rainwater gently sprinkle down the palm of her hand.

Jennifer was fighting against Tiffany to have both their hands fit through it at the same time, pushing and shoving one another as they continued to not understand the concept of sharing- all while Katherine tried her best to even peek through and see the pale moonlight leaking in behind the thick grass Anastasia had also pushed away with her hand. The young girl trying desparely to peek through her sisters legs or between their bodies.

"Girls?" Chrysta called out, her voice ringing faintly against the caved walls, but not too loud it was booming. It was enough to have four heads quick turn to look at her, their eyes glowing a bit in the dark.

"Come back to bed with me. Your dad's will be back soon." She states with a small wave of her hand to behind her, watching them all exchange looks between each other before obeying their mothers request.

Tiffany pushes away Jenny and Kat, who quickly tale behind her as she runs halfway down the perch, and when she's low enough to the ground, jumps down the rest of it. Her sisters are following.

"It's no fair!" Tiffany whines a bit. "I wanted to go hunting tonight!"

Chrysta chuckles at the sight, the sound of bare feet pattering against the floor getting louder and louder as they grow closer and closer to the entrance of the nest.

Tiffany all but leaps through the opening and tumbles into the comfort and warmth of pillows and her mother's body, smiling content while nuzzling her face into Chrysta's waist.

Jennifer hurries next, getting in a more proper way, crawling through the thick layer of comforter and sheets and laying next to Tiffany.

And Chrysta quickly helps Kat inside next, grabbing the girl by her outstretched hand above her head and lifting her inside, the girl finding assurance at the opposite side of her mom that wasn't occupied by her other sisters.

"Yeah, they promised we could go tonight!" She explains her complaints along with Tiffany, hugging onto her mother's arm and looking at her for a reason or answer.

"They always say that, Kat." Anastasia's voice called, a small hint of annoyance laced into the words - only earning her Kat blowing a raspberry at where she still sat atop the perch near the rafters

Only three girls had gotten in with Chrysta so far, and she was quick to notice, looking back to see Anastsia still sat, her eyes once again strained outside, watching the storm and the pure rainwater glistening and dripping softly from rocks and grass. Her face was illuminated by pale light of the moon, enough for Chrysta to see the calm yet longing look on her eldest daughters face.

"Annie, come on," Chrysta ushered again, a small, hopeful smile on her lips as she made eye contact with Anastasia, motioning with her head to her other daughters. "Join us."

Anastasia twisted the strings of her night gown between her fingers a bit anxiously, her lips forming a tight line for a second as she shifted her gaze back to the opening in the cave. "Maybe in a minute." She replied, her voice quiet. But Chrysta heard.

The brunette watches her daughter's figure a little longer, a sympathetic frown falling on her lips, but she gives an understanding nod and decides to leave it at that.

Chrysta knew no matter how many times she said it didn't bother her, how any times she sounded annoyed when her sisters complained about not being able to join hunting, Anastasia truly did feel a bit disappointed or left out when her father and his mates left to go hunting, leaving her, her mother, and sisters behind.

She was jealous, and she was upset. She felt she was old enough - she was twelve after all, even if her sisters couldn't join, she was old enough to leave the cave for any other circumstances besides just a night on the boardwalk. Right?

"Mommy, how come we can't go hunting yet?" Kat spoke up finally, sitting atop her knees and hands placed on her lap with her head held high and looking at her mom expectantly. "Daddy said we could go next time - he even pinky promised!" She said, holding her hand out and wiggling her pinky finger.

Chrysta sighs a little, bringing her hands up to brush away the crazy dirty blonde curls framing Kat's face, cupping her small cheeks for a second as she looks into her deep, glistening puppy-dog eyes.

"You know they can be forgetful." She states simply, bringing her hands down to the zipper of Kats onsie and zipping it fully up to her neck, given the girl had tugged it down loosely to her collarbone. "But they are just as forgetful as they are protective. You're still young, all of you. It's risky taking you out when you aren't big enough."

Kat's pout only furthers as her bottom lip studs out, bringing a hand up to scratch and pry at the collar of her onsie with a grumble.

"But I'm old enough!" Tiffany speaks up next, lifting herself up from where she had nestled into her mothers pillows, pointing her thumb to her chest she had puffed out proudly. "Seven is a big kid age, and I lost both my baby fangs already! Jenny hasn't even lost her bottom set yet."

"Hey!" Jennifer pushes her sister harshly into the pillows again, using the traction to lift herself up and glare down at her, it only gets worse as Tiffany, in return giggled and squealed into the pillows at the action.

"Girls." Chrysta states sternly, seeing an argument about to break out. She pats the area in front of her where her legs are criss-cross, Tiffany quickly filling that space and sitting in the same position with her back tuned to her mom, head held high and arms folded tightly over her chest. Sticking her tongue put at Jenny, who returns the gesture.

Chrysta began to pull the braids, ties, and few bits of leaves and sticks from Tiffany's hair, letting a small slience fall on them before she continued, just to let the girls little spat calm down for a moment.

"As happy as I am that you are all very confident in yourselves, it's very dangerous and the chances of you getting caught are high." She begins, letting Tiffany's sandy blonde, mane-like hair fall from its pigtails, wrapping the decorated rubber bands around her wrist.

"Me and your fathers just want to play it safe and have you wait a bit longer, I'm sure the time will go by quickly."

It was an answer, but not one the girls wanted, obviously. Chrysta saw their moods only sour more. The pouts outnumbered her reassuring smile as they all looked to their hands or laps with disgruntled noises of agreement.

Chrysta gently tugs at the soft strands of blonde hair for a moment before letting Tiffany free with a quick straighten of her pajama top before she hurried back over to her mother's side. Jennifer took her place and awaited a nightly braid in her dark brown hair.

"Besides," Chrysta began again, running her dark red nails through Jenny's hair, separating a few sections into parts as she does so. "When Jenny and Annie go off with their dads very soon, I'll need help with the new baby coming. Won't I?" Chrysta mentions as her gaze falls between Tiffany and Kat, finding she had their attention on her again.

Kat and Tiffany look to each other with their mother between the two of them before their gaze goes to her tummy. The usually tight tanktop curled a little bit over the small bumb forming on Chrysta's figure visible to their eyes.

"I guess..." Tiffany comments through the corner of her lips as she plays with the buttons on her pajama shirt, while Kat places her arms on her mother's thigh, resting her chin atop her crossed arms She stares at the bump a little longer, her legs kicking behind her absentmindedly, the noise of her little feet making contact with the fluffy surface beneath her causes Chrysta to glance down at her through the corner of her eye, pausing in her braiding of Jennifer's hair.

A faint smile forms on her face as she quirks a brow. "Do you think it's going to be another girl? Or a boy?" She asks, bringing Kat's gaze back up to her.

Her eyes immediately brighten at the question, and a grin spreads across her chubby face as she replies instantly. "I hope it's a boy! There are too many girls, and I need a brother!" Kat says, her kicks quicken as she grew excited.

"No way!" Tiffany cuts in, throwing her hands up above her. "Boys smell. Oh, and all the daddy's snore too loud as well. I don't want any more boys!"

"But Daddy Paul says if mommy has any more girls, he's gonna pull his fangs out!" Kat responds to her sister.

"I hope it's a boy so dad doesn't have to give all his claw and teeth jewelry away, and I get to keep it." Jennifer responds as Chrysta finishes the long braid that goes all the way to her lower back, secure as no strands fall loose from it.

Chrysta just laughs at the small dispute and comments made with the question she offered, hearing the girls go back and forth, but it is a wholesome manner rather than an argument. She looks back up over to where Anastasia still sat, barely having even moved since the last time Chrysta had looked at her.

"What do you think, Annie?" She tries to include the platinum blonde, earning a small head crane toward her as Anastasia had heard her name. "Boy or girl?" Chrysta offers.

Anastasia looks off into space for a second, her brow furrowing and eyes narrowing as though she's thinking. The faintest of smiles grew on her lips as she looked back at her mom. "A girl. I just know it." She finally answers in a matter of fact way, a confidence in her voice that made Chrysta quirk a brow.

"Oh? And how are you so sure?" She smirks, putting a hand on her hip.

She watches Anastasia shrug, looking back outside, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her smirk matching Chrysta's. "Cause I caught dad betting with Marko, Paul, and Dwayne on it being a boy."

As she says it, all the girls make an 'ooo' sound as though they were a bunch of women catching up on the newest hint of gossip- breaking into giggles as Chrysta's mouth falls open and agape at the confession.

"You sneak!"

The sudden, new and yet familiar voice exclaiming through the cave made all the girls jump- especially Anastsia, who let out a shrill squeal of surprise when a face suddenly blocked the vision of outside from her through the opening she was looking at.

"Dad!" She shouts angrily, muffled against her hands as she peeks through them to see David's face in all its glory (upside down) looking at her, a large, fanged grin on his face as he can't fight the chuckle that leaves his throat seeing he got the exact reaction he was going for.

It wasn't long before all the girls hidden away in Chrysta's nest hurried out with excitement at the arrival, running to the cave entrance when what followed the sound of David's laugh was more from other people, along with the sound of accessories chiming and echoing. A noise they all grew to know meant that dad's were home.

"Daddy!" They all shouted in sync, running to each individual body that were in just as much as a hury to see them as well.

Marko was quickly tackled in the legs by Kat, who wrapped her limbs firmly around his calf, giggling happily as he in return hopped around on one foot, lifting his other leg to look at her.

Tiffany jumped up and down while tugging at the hem of Paul's jacket, her laughter turning into a squeal of joy as he immediately scoops her up into his arms, throwing her in the air before catching her and holding her to his hip, nuzzling the end of his nose against her own.

Jennifer is almost instantly held in Dwayne’s arms, holding her secure and safely as he spins her around, just to hear her quiet giggles, resting his chin atop her head.

Anastasia hurries down from the perch just in time for David to follow after into the entrance, taking his eldest daughter into a tight- soggy embrace due to himself and the other boys being sopping wet from the rain (and additional blood dripping from their chins, and staning their lips) but she doesn't seem to mind, burying her face into his chest as he rubs her back soothingly, whispering something teasing about how he told her to keep the bet a secret.

"Guys!" Chrysta's voice cuts in, folding an arm over her stomach with a heavy groan. "You're gonna get the girl's pajamas wet and messy!" She explains while throwing the curtains back to fully see them all, her arm still outstretched to hold it back.

"Oh, is someone feeling left out?" Marko teases, bringing Kat up to cling onto his back instead, peeking over his shoulder at her mom.

"Does someone need a little wet love too?" Paul comments next to Marko, the two both looking at each other with a mutual agreement on what was about to happen.

watching the mischevious grins fall on each of their faces- including the girls - Chrysta finally realizes what he's insinuating. Her eyes go big, pointing her finger at them accusingly and giving it a small wave.

"No, don't you dare!"

"You brought this on yourself, Chrissie." David chuckles, taking a slow, threatening step toward her hiding away in her nest.

"You're not getting my blankets wet! Get out!" Chrysta tries to argue and demand, but it seems it's too late.

She barely even noticed Tiffany and Kat leaving Paul and Marko before the girls tackle their mother into an embrace that causes her to fall onto her back with a scream, which quickly grows into loud laughter.

Marko quickly jumps into the heavy mountain of pillows at her side, causing the nest to bounce a little with the sudden weight, making the girls give a little 'wee!'

Paul follows Marko... Except he falls right onto the top of Chrysta and the daughters, arms out to wrap them up in his embrace. It makes Chrysta grunt at the sudden ambush while the girls squealed and squirmed to try and get out of from under his weight.

Dwayne decides to be a little more gentle on his poor wife, only laughing and grinning at the scene as he sits close to the opening, one leg hanging from the edge of the opening. Jenny, however, is quick to join the pile of bodies, Jenny climbing atop of Markos back and sitting on him as he fakes groans of pain while she bounces up and down giggling.

"Mercy Jen, mercy! I may be immortal, but I have an old dad back now!" Marko says, reaching his hand up behind him to tickle her side, which ceases her actions for a second while she tries to push his hand away.

David follows Dwayne on the opposite end of the opening, Anastasia leaning against his side, curling up against him snugly as she watches the scene with a big grin, hugging her knees close to her chest.

"Okay, okay, I yeild!" Chrysta shouts while waving her arm out above her head, trying to make her voice loud enough to be heard over the giggles and muffled chatter. "Now get off before you squish me and my baby!" She jokes, her legs out at each of Paul's sides, kicking a little to get him to move.

He does, only after stealing a quick kiss from her, before he rolls over, taking Kat and Tiffany in each of his arms. He sits upright, shaking out his damp mane of rainwater dripping from the ends. The action left the droplets flying everywhere, sprinkling onto Kat and Tiffany as they giggled and sheild themselves from the inside rain.

Kat escapes it by quickly moving to where her father sat with Jenny still sitting atop his back, peeking an eye open to see her grab his limp arm and place her tiny body under it, snuggling up to his side and bringing her nose close to his cheek, feeling the small scratch of stubble against her nose as she nuzzles him.

Chrysta sits upright, fixing her crazed curls while licking away the bit of blood Paul had left stained on the corner of her lip. She looked at her slightly dampened clothes now, giving a glare to each of the bodies all curled up in her nest, but the twinkle in her eyes showed the glare was all bark and no bite.

"You're all brats." She pouts, looking down at Marko, who only gave a smug, lopsided grin whilst Kat licked away at the remaining splotches of blood against his cheek and chin. Like a kitten would lap at an offer of milk dampening the end of your finger.

"She missed us." David replies sarcastically, almost as though translating what Chrysta was saying as he looks between the boys, a smirk faint on his lips. He folds his arms while kicking his legs up and crossing them along the edge of the opening into the nest, watching as the little coven of vampires got comfortable in the warmth of blankets and bodies.

Chrysta just rolls her eyes at the comment. But he wasn't lying.

"But it is bedtime for you four. It's time to get some shut eye." David orders calmly, nudging Anastasias back with his shoulder where she leaned against him. That earned him whines from the boys and daughters alike.

"But I wanna stay up! I'm not even sleepy!" Tiffany argues, only to have a yawn follow, Paul mimicking it.

"Tough. You need to get used to sleeping during the day." Paul stretched, arching his back a little, which makes his chest puff out and push Tiffany off his lap, making her fall into her back with a grunt, followed by a laugh as she kicks her legs in the air against his thigh.

"True, and Papa Paully needs his beauty sleep." Marko comments playfully, standing to be on all fours, making Jenny roll off his back and to be quickly caught by Dwayne and David's legs so she doesn't fall out of the nest.

"Damn right, I do." Paul merely agrees with the joke meant to insult him, grabbing Tiffany by her ankles and lifting her up in the air, making her continue to squeal and cackle, looking around at the world now upside down. "Now, say goodnight to Ma." Paul lowers Tiffany down a bit behind him so she can grab his shoulders, letting go of her legs and feeling them hit his back before wrapping around his torso, her arms doing the same around his neck.

Kat climbs up Marko’s arm, getting a little help from him as he uses his unoccupied hand to lift her up onto his own back, feeling her follow Tiffany's actions and cling onto him.

"G'night, Mama." Marko says, placing a kiss to Chrysta's knee and giving it a small pat. "Night, Mama." Kat repeats after Marko, letting him lean forward a little so she can place a kiss where he did. But she takes the moment with how close she is to place a little pat to her moms belly. "Night, baby. I hope you're a boy."

It almost made Chrysta's poor undead heart start beating again, giving a little laugh. She leans over to place a kiss atop both her curly haired loved ones in return. "Love you, sugar." She speaks into Kats' hair, almost fighting the urge to keep them there a little longer as Marko pulled away and crawled toward the opening of the nest.

"Night, Mama." Tiffany calls, giving a sleepy wave as she rests her head in the crook of Paul's neck, blowing away his sand blonde mane that tickles at her cheek and nose.

"See ya, Dime-peice." Paul gives a quick kiss to Chrysta's cheek before following after Marko and hiking up toward the rafters hidden deeper into the cave, carrying Tiffany on his back the whole way.

Anastasia watches them walk away, seeing Paul kick a rock in the way of the opening she was peering through moments before. Blocking out the moonlight that'd soon become skin searing sunlight. She then glances up at David, seeing him looking at the exact place she was, watching intently and making sure his coven had gotten to their sleepaway safely. And he sensed the eyes in him, his gaze falling back to Anastsia, not saying anything other that raising his eyebrows a little with a small head tilt.

"Are you gonna join us in the rafters tonight, dad?" She asks, letting her hold around her legs slack a little.

David gives a small shake of his head, putting an arm around her as he sees a bit of disappointment cross Anastasia's face at the non-verbal answer. "Can't. I need to keep close to your mom until the baby's born, and she can join us again."

Anastasia knew it was true, given someone had to keep an eye on Chrysta while she's more vulnerable - yet she couldn't help but begin to miss the company of Chrysta and David sleeping in the rafters beside her. Still, she knew there wasn't much she could do, and it wasn't like they'd never come back, and when they would, it'd be with a new baby sibling. So she supposes she has something else to look forward to in the next seven months.

"If you get lonely, you can come back down any time you want, you know that." Chrysta steps in, giving Anastasia a comforting rub on her arm, David giving her shoulder a squeeze.

The blonde gives a small nod, looking between her parents with a small sigh. "Yeah, I know." She says, offering a small smile, placing her head against David's shoulder for a second, which gets her a quick kiss atop her forehead in return.

Dwayne stands outside the entrance now, a sleepy-eyed Jenny on his back as she hides away her face into his hair. He holds a hand for Anastasia to take, which she gladly does so with the offer to help her out, giving a small wave behind her to David and Chrysta.

"Night." She says, still holding Dwayne’s hands as they make their way to the rafters to join the rest of their coven, safe and hidden away from the sun and danger of outside.

Chrysta watches them all with a bit of longing, just a little sad she or David couldn't join them yet, especially feeling just a bit guilty to leave Anastasia by herself.

"And then there were two." David's voice brings Chrysta from her thoughts, looking toward her with half lidded gaze as the exhaustion of the night out began to kick in, but he grinned at her nonetheless.

"Three, actually." Chrysta corrected with a smile, feeling a little clever as David gives a small eyeroll while joining her at her side, letting his body relax into the comfort of her nest, given he was already getting used to spending his days sleeping there. He let's go of the breath he was holding, let any tense muscle in his body calm.

"Right... Right. Three." He comments, his voice gravelly and muffled against the skin of her shoulder as he closes his eyes, throwing an arm over Chrysta as he lays on his stomach, the side of his he'd laid against pillows and his breathing slow and warm against the skin of Chrysta's shoulder. His hand rubbing small circles into the side of her stomach.

She looks toward him as he looks as though he's asleep, but she knows he's still awake... Even if it's barely. She plays with the cuff of his jacket and his glove, feeling the way his fingers tense or twitch a bit with the faint feeling of her own hand.

"Hm?" David hums lowly, already knowing from the nervous touch of his mate something was up. His eyes stayed closed, but he felt the traction of Chrysta turning her head to him.

"You can go join Annie and the others in the rafters if you want." She whispers, bringing her arm up to run her fingers up the back of David's neck through where his mullet grew out. "I can take a night by myself."

"I ain't about to leave you in here, by yourself." David countered, his voice wary and a little stern, but it grew a little softer, running his hand against her side for any hint of comfort in his touch. "Anastasia will be just fine. It's only a few more months and it isn't the worst thing in the world."

"I know, I know... But are you okay with it?" Chrysta questions, moving some of the still wet strands of hair from his resting face, not seeing any reaction to her touch or words at all. Vampires really do sleep like the dead.

"I sleep perfectly fine when I know my coven is safe. My coven is safe and protected. I'm okay." He reassures, his voice still a little slurred and monotone as he tries to keep wake to aid his mate with anything or any of her worries, and Chrysta can't help but feel a little better knowing that, giving him a smile she's aware can't see, but he understands. He can feel that sudden peace of the moment and calm silence shared between them.

"If you say so. Then I'm okay, too." Chrysta whispers against his forehead, placing her soft lips against his cold brow.

David answers by giving her a tight tug toward him, his arm over her body brings her closer as he buries his face into the crook against her shoulder, placing a kiss to her neck, soft and innocent while exhaling a calm breath through his nose against her collarbone.

"That's it... Now go to sleep."

Chrysta hides the bottom half of her face into his bleach-blonde hair, breathing the scent of rain and his natural musk intoxicating her lungs. She holds the breath a little longer as she closes her eyes, letting it go after a second as her body goes heavy against David's.

A rare moment where she finally felt at peace.

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hysterical-cats · 7 months

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I would love to see you draw Jennyanydots :]

she jenny on my any till i dots all over the place

#my art #cats the musical #cats musical #jennyanydots #jenny is so underrated #we need to give more love to the aunties

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sunshinies · 10 months

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⋆❅ Qiqi inspired names/pronouns/titles ! ❆⋆

art by x!

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❄️ names: addie , alice , annie , aspen , birdie , charlie , cinna , clara , coco , cora , daphne , dot , eva , finch , flora , heather , holly , hope , ivette , ivory , jenny , june , juniper , kiki , lacy , lucy , luna , may , memory , mia , milly , mira , nala , nana , naomi , nellie , neva , noel , nola , nora , nova , odette , opal , pandora , poppy , remy , shay , snow , violet , whitney , willa , winter

🤍 pronouns: che/cher/cherish , ?/?s/?self , finch/finches/finchself , ice/ices/iceself , cry/cryos/cryoself , fro/frosts/frostself , nurse/nurses/nurseself , med/medis/mediself , herb/herbs/herbself , vio/vios/violetself , zom/zombs/zombself , sweet/sweets/sweetself , 7/7s/7self , snow/snows/snowself , cold/colds/coldself , mourn/mourns/mournself , death/deaths/deathself , forget/forgets/forgetself , stiff/stiffs/stiffself , mem/mems/memoryself , shy/hyr/hyrself , mort/mortis/mortiself

any other variation pronouns of these may be used , of course !

🪻 titles: she who arose from the frost , her soft and icy embrace , the smallest herb-gatherer , her gentle rigor , she of healing frost , she who wields the adepti’s power , the little jiangshi , the pharmacist’s apprentice , the forgetful nurse

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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additional tags: @eternoelle @hauntingidol @delusielle @puriette @the-astropaws @cocajimmycola @ladyth

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not-goldy · 3 months

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No seriously, I’m not trying to start anything or gaslight you! 😅😅

Maybe I misunderstood, sorry.

So if we think Jk was quick to clear any gf rumors and dropped the gay Tik Tok, and a ‘queer cleanse’ does not seem necessary.. then I guess I’m a having a hard time connecting the dots on what you’re saying here overall?

I think the whole ‘queer cleanse’ bit tripped me up.

(No lie, I actually did fail reading comp in school 😭)

Ah I see.

The point I was making is, queer cleansing of an Artist's image is a real thing. Hollywood does it, kpop does it. However it's done as a way to salvage an Artist's image to improve their commercial viability.

Think of it this way, if Jungkook who has a tattoo has to appear on certain channels in SK, he was to cover up his tattoos. That is a form of cleanse. He is clearing up his appearance in order to appear consumable to an audience.

If a song is explicit, certain lines would have to be muted to clean it up.

Similarly, if a someone is mired in queer rumors, he will out a straight relationship to prove he is not queer or to detach from that image.

Lil Nas faked a queer cleanse recently to promote his new music- of course we over here knew it was a ruse. But apparently people took him seriously 🙄

He pretended he had "repented" the gay and was back into the church and was promoting conservative Christian values etc only to disappoint them all with a sike🥲🥲🥲🥲

It's very common for people who are queer to cleanse their image, to break away from any associations with the queer community or their queer identity by entering into "straight" relationships or marriage, converting to Christianity or whatever other means as a dramatic exit from queerhood.

It's a denunciation of a sort if you will.

And usually it's done to mitigate whatever negative impact your queer image is having on you either socially or commerciallly

For queer artists they do this by either "accidentally" revealing a relationship, (sort of like celebrities calling Paparazi on themselves) or allowing straight rumors to fly about them to suggest they are straight and to rebut any queer rumors surrounding them only to later recant this- openly or privately. It's a keeping it low sort of thing or going under the radar when you find yourself in controversies that are overwhelmingly adversely impacting you or that's imminently going to impact you.

But it's not always done just to hide something. Sometimes it's done to expose something.

Tae did the same thing with Jennie when he followed and unfollowed her. We all knew he had started seeing someone but we weren't in the know as to who it was and we wouldn't have known had he not pulled that "accidental" stunt.

Sometimes, they choose to post and delete where they "accidentally" post a text message photo etc and delete it immediately to make it seem it was inadvertent.

Some idols will post a rant and delete it to set the record straight on things or for Tae, post a get out of your imagination and delete. It's a brief quick statement of their intentions done in a way as to placate themselves.

It's all very manipulative and PR rubbish. Quite effective. But not very slick

So what I'm saying is, I understand OPS original post as them saying JK will be queer cleansing soon. And I don't know their reasons for believing that, it's their blog their opinion however I disagree with them.

Im saying I don't think he will or need to unless he's done something outrageously gay to warrant such a cleanse or unless his public image is been stinky lately that it's affecting him commercially.

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kepamount · 2 years

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best mistake

universityjock!mason x cheerleader!y/n, loosely based on best mistake by ariana grande - smut, mild angst, a little bit of fluff if you squint

word count: 10.4k+

warnings: exes au, very toxic dynamic, strong language, threats of violence (y/n just wants to beat the shit out of mason), mason is a complete dickhead and a total pervert and an annoying little shit, sexual tension, dirty jokes, dirty talk, explicit sex, unprotected sex, hate sex but also not really hate sex, dom!mason and sub!reader, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, degradation and praise, pet names, choking, public sex, mild exhibitionism, standing sex, overstimulation, i'm pretty sure that's everything but lmk if you think i missed something!

a/n: hey guys! i literally wrote this in the last 24 hours so it's super rushed, pls ignore any mistakes bc it's not been properly proofread yet! i think i've decided to do the ariana grande series as individual stories, so this is the next instalment of the series! i rly hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think! x

‘Good afternoon, ladies! Thank you all for coming – we really appreciate the turn-out! The plan for today is simple. You’ll be taught a short routine before we split you into smaller groups of around 10. After some practice time within your groups, you’ll perform the routine a group at a time, and we will assess you. Then we’ll assess your jumps, flips, stunts, etcetera, one at a time. If you feel uncomfortable going by yourself, let someone on the squad know, and you’ll be paired with someone else. Once try-outs are over, we’ll discuss our notes, and we’ll get back to the successful applicants tomorrow. Does anybody have any questions?’

Dozens of hopeful faces smile at me, not one hand raised to ask a question, and I smile back. ‘Brilliant. If you could get yourselves into three lines in front of Jennie, Mya and Alisha to get yourselves registered, we can get started shortly after,’ I say excitedly, all of the girls in front of me surging forward to get into queues before Jennie, Mya and Alisha, the rest of the squad dotted around to help anyone who may have any questions.

I step away from the crowd, wanting a moment to myself. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and I tilt my head back to feel the sun on my face. The weather’s lovely today, warm and sunny with a slight cool breeze, and new turf has been put down fresh on the football pitch this morning, not yet ruined by the studs of the players’ boots. It’s the perfect day for cheer try-outs.

‘y/n. Relax, babe. Everything’s going well,’ Steph says from behind me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I nod. ‘Yeah, I know. It’s just… being Cheer Captain, it’s big boots to fill.’ ‘Yeah, but you’ve got all of us helping you out. You know we’re here to support you. Stop stressing yourself out,’ she says, and I turn to smile at me. ‘Thanks, Steph.’

‘Don’t thank me yet. I’ve got bad news,’ she says, looking hesitant to actually tell me the bad news, and I side-eye her. ‘What is it?’ ‘We have spectators.’ ‘We always have spectators at try-outs.’ ‘That’s not what I mean,’ she says, turning me to look over at the stands on the other side of the pitch.

The football team are just arriving, settling themselves into seats, laughing and chatting noisily, and I roll my eyes at the sight of them. Well, it’s not the sight of the whole team that irritates me. Just the sight of my ex-boyfriend sat in the middle of their little crowd, smirk on his annoyingly handsome face when I meet his eyes.

I turn away angrily, hearing their laughter over my shoulder as my eyes meet Steph’s. ‘I can go and speak to them if you want?’ she offers weakly, and I sigh. ‘There’s nothing we can say. They’re allowed to be here. And they’ve all got their training kits on, so I’m guessing they’re not even here to watch try-outs. Coach will probably ask me for half of the pitch,’ I mutter, irritated at the thought that we’re gonna have to squish onto one half of the pitch, and Steph rolls her eyes.

‘Tell him no,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, right. I think Coach would deck me if I tried to tell him no,’ I say drily, both of us laughing at the thought of how angry the football coach would be if someone went up against him. ‘It’s fine, we’ll survive with half the pitch,’ I say begrudgingly, and she just nods in reluctant agreement, throwing an arm over my shoulders and leading me towards the long table we’ve set up, both of us taking our seats beside Isla in the middle – I’m not standing up for the next few hours in the hot sun watching these lot dance.

I oversee the proceedings, making sure everything’s going smoothly as the rest of the squad teach them the routine. They’re all wearing numbers on their backs, and I make notes of people who stand out to me, getting into the zone. I’m so into watching them learn the choreography that I don’t even notice the boy looking over my shoulder until he speaks.

‘Your handwriting is still terrible then,’ Mason says drily, making me jump, pen sliding across the paper. ‘Mason! Don’t fucking sneak up on me like that,’ I exclaim as he sits in the seat beside me, grin on his face. ‘Look. You made me fuck up my notes,’ I sigh, showing him the pen line across the page, and he shakes his head amusedly, running a hand through his fluffy brown locks.

‘They were already fucked up with your handwriting.’ ‘Literally shut up. I’m writing quickly, that’s why it’s not neat,’ I say irritably, and he chuckles at being able to get under my skin so easily. ‘What’s your excuse for when you’re not writing quickly? If I remember correctly, the post-it notes all over your bedroom wall are just as messy,’ he says, brown eyes sparkling with mirth, and I shoot him a look.

‘Well, you don’t remember correctly. It’s been a very long time since you’ve been in my bedroom so I don’t blame you for forgetting,’ I say pointedly, and his lips quirk up at the corners. ‘Maybe you could let me have a refresher then. I’ve missed being in your bedroom. Not as much as I’ve missed being in your p-’ ‘Shut up!’ I hiss, clapping a hand over his mouth, and he chuckles beneath my hand.

‘Relax, babe. Everyone knows we used to date. It’s not a secret, even to these new students,’ he says after I take my hand away, motioning to all the girls trying out. A lot of them are watching us, clearly curious about why the Cheer Captain and the football captain are sat together when we’re exes.

‘That’s not the point, you idiot. I’m the Cheer Captain. I’m supposed to be setting an example, of professionalism, elegance, grace. You sitting here talking about fucking me ruins that example,’ I say quietly, knowing they’re all desperately listening in, trying to hear even a sliver of our conversation. ‘Oh. Are you trying to give off the image of an innocent little virgin?’ he asks amusedly, his voice quieter now, and I roll my eyes.

‘They’re not stupid. I dated the biggest manwhore in the uni’s history, so they would never believe I’m a virgin. But yes, I’m trying to give off a certain image, and you don’t fit that image.’ ‘So what’s your new image then?’ he asks amusedly, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs slightly. He spots the way I glance down at his big thighs, his grin growing ever-so-slightly, and I avert my gaze, looking back at the cheerleader-wannabes in front of me.

‘My new image? A classy and sophisticated independent woman. Not a stupid footballer’s little girlfriend,’ I say mildly, and he raises an impressed eyebrow. ‘Too good for me now? Too classy and sophisticated? Too… independent?’ he asks softly, one of his hands appearing on my bare thigh, and I slap it away instantly, worried about someone seeing.

He laughs at my reaction, sitting back in his chair again. ‘You really are a new woman. Remember when my touch used to be enough to have you begging?’ he asks with a smirk, and I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. ‘I remember. And I promise you, that will remain a memory. I’ll never beg for you again. Not for you or for any man,’ I claim, and he raises an amused eyebrow.

‘Oh? Are you not a submissive little slut anymore then?’ he murmurs, my underwear dampening slightly at his words, and I can feel his eyes studying my face for even the slightest reaction, so I keep my expression neutral, desperate to remain composed despite the anger and the arousal coursing through me. ‘Call me a slut one more time, and I’ll break your legs in so many places that you’ll never be able play football again,’ I say calmly, not even looking at him, and his light laughter infuriates me even more.

‘Mason, y/n,’ Coach’s voice comes from behind us, and I jump again, praying he didn’t hear any of what was just said. ‘Hi, Coach,’ I say sweetly, squinting in the sun as I look up at him with a grin. I love Coach but he’s definitely not one to cross, so I’m always extra nice to him, scared to be on his bad side.

‘How are try-outs going?’ ‘They’re going well! We’ve got a good group to pick from,’ I say enthusiastically, and he nods firmly. ‘I’m glad to hear it. It’s always helpful to have a good group cheering us on, keeping the players motivated. Isn’t that right, Mason?’ he asks, Mason nodding in agreement, lips quirked up amusedly. ‘Yeah, the cheerleaders always provide plenty of motivation,’ he smirks, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘Watch it,’ Coach says warningly, Mason holding his hands up defensively, big grin on his face.

‘I know you’re doing try-outs, but do you mind if we have part of the pitch for training? We’ll make sure we stay out of your way, and we’re only doing a short session today,’ Coach says, and I nod instantly despite wishing I could refuse him. ‘Of course. Anything to stop this clown from bothering me,’ I say drily, motioning to Mason, and Coach laughs, unaware that I’m not joking.

‘Perfect. Thank you, y/n. Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’m always happy to help,’ he says, holding a hand out to Mason who takes it, letting Coach pull him out of his seat. ‘I appreciate it, Coach. Thank you,’ I smile, the man bidding me goodbye before he heads down to the other side of the pitch, calling for his players.

‘Oh, so you’re nice to Coach?’ Mason asks amusedly, still lingering at my shoulder, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yes. Coach didn’t emotionally traumatise me,’ I say pointedly, and I hear him chuckle beside me. ‘Well, that makes one of us. Try having him on the sidelines, shouting at you during a match,’ he says drily, and I can’t help but laugh, getting annoyed at myself.

‘Why are you still here? You’re the Captain – go and train with your team,’ I snap without looking at him. ‘Just enjoying the view,’ he says contentedly, and can hear the grin in his voice. ‘Ew, you pervert. Some of these are first years,’ I say disgustedly, and he laughs. ‘That’s not the view I was talking about,’ he says, and I look up at him, his gaze leaving my chest a moment later. Or, rather, the swell of my breasts, revealed by my lowcut cheer top.

‘I swear to God, I will beat the shit out of you,’ I threaten as I turn to look ahead, only hearing more laughter from him. ‘Come on, babe. You know your boobs were always my favourite part of you. Can you blame me?’ ‘Yes, I can. Go find another girl with nice boobs to stare at,’ I say tiredly, bored of his stupid games. He always does this, every couple months. At parties or before matches. He flirts with me, tries to get me to sleep with him, and I reject him, time and time again.

‘None of them have boobs as nice as yours, though,’ he says childishly, and I roll my eyes. ‘Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to be a dick and treat me like shit,’ I say pointedly, and he just chuckles, pissing me off further. ‘Are you really still not over that, babe?’ he says, and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes to compose myself.

Before I can reply, I feel his presence get closer, his warm breath hitting my bare neck, and I supress a shiver. ‘Are you really still not over me?’ he asks, lips moving against my ear, and when I don’t respond, too busy trying not to flood my underwear, he takes it as a sign to continue.

‘Do you still dream about me, babe? Dream about me fucking you? Do you miss my cock, y/n? Do you touch yourself to the thought of me? I bet you do. Am I right, angel?’ he murmurs, the pet name rendering me speechless after going such a long time without hearing him say it, and his lips curl up against my ear, having clearly taken my silence as a confirmation of his suspicions.

‘I’ll wait for you. In the changing rooms after training. Only for ten minutes,’ he whispers before moving away from me, and I feel dazed, blinking like I’ve just woken up. ‘You can wait for an hour if you want. I won’t come,’ I say as I turn to look at him, finally finding my voice, and he smirks. ‘You will come, babe. A few times, if you behave,’ he grins, making me roll my eyes, and I look away from him in irritation, not dignifying his stupid joke with a response.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach across the desk, picking something up. ‘Even if you don’t want to come, you will. Because you’ll need to get your safety shorts. These are your favourite pair, aren’t they? You don’t wanna go without them,’ he says amusedly, tucking the shorts into his pocket.

‘Mason. Give them back,’ I say through gritted teeth, and he opens his mouth to respond. Before he can, Coach shouts his name, and he shrugs. ‘Sorry, y/n. Duty calls,’ he grins, beginning to walk backwards away from me, and my eyes widen. ‘Mason. Mason! Come back!’ I hiss, but he just jogs towards Coach, dropping a wink at me over his shoulder.

‘What was that about?’ Isla asks, appearing beside me, and I jump again. ‘God, why can’t anyone announce themselves today? Is this a new thing? ‘Let’s all sneak up on y/n’? What’s going on?’ I exclaim, the people closest to me looking alarmed at my sudden outburst. ‘Um… girl. Please relax before I beat your ass for snapping at me like that,’ Isla says with a grin, taking the seat Mason was sat in, and I sigh.

‘Sorry, sis. It’s just Mason. God, he pisses me off,’ I mutter, fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat. Thank God these cheer kits are dark blue because if I were wearing a lighter colour, I’m sure they’d be a very visible wet patch on my skirt when I stand up. ‘What’s he done now?’ ‘Flirting. And dirty talk,’ I say under my breath, and Isla laughs.

‘I know you hate him but why don’t you just sleep with him, and be done with it? I slept with Cal after we broke up, and Steph’s slept with Ben more times broken up than she did when they were together,’ Isla says drily, and I roll my eyes. ‘I can’t. I won’t give in to him,’ I say stubbornly, and Isla shakes her head amusedly. ‘You’re only cutting off your nose to spite your own face.’ ‘No, Isla, it’s not that. It’s a matter of pride. He’ll make me beg, and I refuse to beg for him ever again,’ I vow, and she just lets out a little sigh.

‘Fair enough. Don’t have sex with him then. But have sex with somebody. You’re so high-strung. You need to get that tension out,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Who would I have sex with? Any of the guys at this uni worth fucking are friends with him, and they wouldn’t break their stupid bro code,’ I mutter, and Isla thinks it over for a moment.

‘You could sleep with that guy that moved to you at that party. What was his name again? The one on the other football team? Jadon, was it?’ she asks, and my eyes widen. ‘Isla. My ex-boyfriend is the captain of our football team. I can’t sleep with the captain of his rival team,’ I say incredulously, and she looks at me disbelievingly.

‘y/n, Mason’s your ex. Who gives a fuck if you sleep with his rival?’ she says slowly, and I shake my head. ‘He might be my ex, but I still have respect, and decency. It’s a matter of principle,’ I say primly, and she just rolls her eyes. ‘Fine, have your respect and decency. I don’t know how to help you then.’ ‘I know how you can,’ I say suddenly, and she looks at me suspiciously.

‘I might be bi, but that does not mean I’ll sleep with any girl that-’ ‘Isla! That’s not what I meant!’ I exclaim, both of us laughing. ‘What did you mean then?’ ‘I need you to do me a favour. He stole my safety shorts, and said I have to get and get them off him in the changing rooms after their training, but I don’t want to get in a… situation with him. Do you think you could get them off him, at some point?’ I ask, and she raises an eyebrow.

‘Are you sure? If his dirty talk got you all… riled up, maybe you should get into a situation with him. Maybe it can be your way of getting to sleep with him without having to beg,’ she says, and I shake my head. ‘He’d still make me beg. Please, Isla,’ I pout, and she lets out a sigh. ‘Fine, fine, I’ll get your stupid shorts. Why you only wear that one pair, I’ll never know,’ she mutters, and I beam at her. ‘You’re the best!’ ‘Yeah, I know.’

I try to focus on the girls in front of me, practicing the routine, but my eyes keep wandering over to where the football team are warming up. Mason’s leading the warm-up, and even watching him from afar has me getting wetter and wetter. He’s only become captain this year, same as me with cheer, but he filled in for the old captain last year, when he was out for a couple weeks. I don’t think I’d ever fancied him more than watching him run around on the pitch with the captain’s armband on his bicep, getting angry and sweaty, shouting commands to the rest of his team. Leadership is sexy on him.

‘y/n. Shall we start with the performances now?’ Steph says, nudging me out of my reverie, and I nod, clearing my throat. ‘Okay, girls, gather ‘round please!’ I call out, all of them walking over to my desk. ‘We’re gonna start with your performances now. Can we start with Group A please?’ I say, the girls of Group A getting themselves ready whilst the others sit down around the open space.

One-by-one, the groups perform, and we all take notes, applauding them at the end of each performance. The football team are watching too, also applauding after each performance, and the thought that Mason is watching these girls dance makes me want to throttle someone, my own jealousy surprising me.

‘Okay, great job, everyone! Thank you so much for that! Now, we’ll move on to individual assessment. One of the squad members will show you which movements we’d like to see from you,’ I say, looking around at the squad, and they all look reluctant. ‘You should, y/n. As the cheer captain,’ Kayla says, and I curse internally.

‘No, I can’t,’ I begin, but all the hopefuls in front of me begin letting out noises of agreement, also wanting to see me show them. ‘I don’t have my safety shorts,’ I hiss to the squad behind me, all of them looking at me in confusion. ‘You never go anywhere without them. You literally took them to Serena’s wedding,’ Melina says, voicing everyone’s thoughts, and I sigh. ‘I did bring them with me today. I just… misplaced them,’ I say calmly, Isla barely holding back her laughter.

‘You can borrow someone else’s,’ Karina suggests, and I close my eyes for a moment to compose myself. ‘Please can someone else just do it?’ ‘y/n, it’s tradition that the captain does it,’ Mandy says, and I let out an impatient noise. ‘Fine, God, I’ll do it. But if I flash you all, I don’t wanna hear a word,’ I hiss irritably before getting out of my seat, the girls all cheering.

I give a false smile as I walk around to the other side of the desk, doing a couple of quick stretches to ready myself. ‘What’s first?’ I ask Steph, and she looks down at my notes. ‘Um… a standing split,’ she says, and I cringe internally. I’m wearing black underwear, under a black skirt, so it’s not like I’m flashing anything, but I still feel weird doing this without my safety shorts. I’m gonna kill that boy.

‘Okay, standing split. You just lift your leg, whichever leg is better, and bring it right up like this, with your arm in front of it, and try to hold for as long as you can, no longer than five seconds,’ I say, my right leg up against my body, my left arm holding my foot above my head. It’s slightly painful because I haven’t warmed up properly, but I’ve done this enough times that it’s easy.

I hear wolf whistles from the other side of the pitch, knowing it’s coming from his stupid teammates, and I drop my leg in embarrassment as all of the girls start clapping me. I show them all of the other moves – a full split, a pike jump, a toe touch jump, a hurdler jump, a front flip, a back flip and an aerial – and I get applause for every single one, triggered by the cheering from the idiot football team.

‘We’ll call you up one-by-one, unless you’ve asked to go with someone else, and we’d like you to show us a clasp, a high V, a T motion, and then go into the moves that you’re confident with. Show us your personality – we want bright and bubbly people on the squad, so don’t be afraid to chant or whatever, if you want to,’ I say as I take my seat again, sat with Steph and Isla, the rest of the squad sat on the grass, enjoying the weather and just watching the proceedings.

After a couple people, it starts to get repetitive, but I try my best to remain focused, not letting my gaze wander over to where the football team have started their training properly. Once the girls are all done (nearly two hours later), I call them all over to sit around the desk.

‘Thank you all so much for coming, and well done. What you did takes a lot of courage and you should all be so proud of yourselves, whether you make the squad or not. We’ve got your details from earlier, so we’ll be in contact tomorrow. Thank you, and you are free to go,’ I say with a smile, all of them thanking me as they get up, heading over to where their bags and belongings are piled up on one side of the pitch.

I let out a sigh, leaning back in my seat and rubbing my temples. ‘Well done, sis. We got there in the end,’ Steph says, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly, and I nod, rolling my neck to try and get rid of some of the tightness and tension in my body. I never realised how stressful being Cheer Captain is – I now understand why all the previous captains were such bitches.

‘Are we getting together tonight to discuss then?’ Jennie says, and I nod. ‘You’re all coming over to ours. We’ll order a Chinese or something and talk over our notes,’ I say, referring to mine, Steph’s and Isla’s apartment. Sometimes I think it’d be easier to get a massive house for all of us to live in together, like the football team do, but I know I’d quickly get irritated by the rest of the squad if I had to live with them.

‘It was a good group, to be fair. We might be able to compete this year,’ Isla says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Something will go wrong, like it always does. Injuries, or lack of funding,’ I say bleakly, and Steph hits me lightly on the shoulder. ‘y/n! That’s not the energy we need! You’re Cheer Captain, bitch. Act like it,’ she says sternly, and I laugh. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just… stressed,’ I murmur, saved from explaining why to the whole group with Kayla’s appearance, the girl saying that some of the hopefuls have questions.

I send the rest of the squad over to answer their questions, leaving me with just Steph and Isla. ‘Why are you so stressed? I know that was long and tiring, but it’s done now, and we’ve got some good girls in that group,’ Steph says, sounding concerned, and Isla bursts out laughing. ‘She doesn’t give a fuck about cheer right now, Steph. She’s too busy thinking about dick,’ Isla giggles, my eyes instantly flitting over to the football team at the mention.

It looks like they’re cooling down, stretching and lying around on the turf, and Mason’s laughing with Trev about something, the smile on his face giving me butterflies between my legs. For God’s sake, y/n, pull yourself together!

‘y/n! You’re not thirsting over your ex, are you?’ Steph says, both of us shooting her looks. ‘Says you, the queen of thirsting over her ex.’ ‘Listen. He might be an absolute twat, but he’s rich, and has good dick,’ Steph says honestly, Isla and I laughing.

‘Is your sudden… thirst something to do with how I saw him talking to you earlier?’ Steph asks, and I nod. ‘He just… pisses me off, but he’s so fucking sexy,’ I complain, both of them laughing at me. ‘y/n, just fuck him. Hate sex is the best type of sex,’ Steph says, and I roll my eyes. ‘No. I won’t give him what he wants. He stole my shorts and he wants me to go and get them from him in the changing room, and he’d make me beg him to fuck me. I’m not doing it. Isla’s gonna get my shorts instead,’ I say firmly.

‘Actually… no, I won’t,’ Isla says suddenly, and I look at her questioningly. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I think you should fuck him.’ ‘Isla, I won’t beg h-’ ‘Fine, don’t beg then. If you feel so strongly about not begging, it won’t hurt you to go. You can just get your shorts and then leave,’ Isla says, clearly holding back laughter, and I stare at her deadpan.

‘Don’t do this to me.’ ‘You’re a big girl, y/n. You can fight your own battles,’ Steph grins, and I death-stare the two of them. ‘I will murder you both,’ I threaten, and they just laugh, all of us watching the boys heading over to the sports building, knowing they’re heading into the changing rooms.

‘You better get a move on, love,’ Steph teases, and I hit her with my notepad. ‘Are you two really making me do this?’ I pout childishly, the two of them nodding in unison, and I let out an irritated sigh. ‘Fine, whatever. I’ll do it,’ I give in, and they exchange a victorious glance.

‘He said he’d wait for ten minutes. Won’t some of them still be in there?’ I say, the thought suddenly occurring to me. ‘Yeah, probably. He wants to humiliate you. So you have to play him at his own game,’ Isla says, all three of us falling into silence as we think about what I could do.

‘Okay, I have an idea,’ I smile, getting up from my seat, and they both look up at me in alarm. ‘You’re going now?’ Steph asks, and I nod firmly. ‘Wait for me. I’ll be back soon.’ ‘I doubt it,’ Isla calls after me, the two of them laughing hysterically like idiots as I walk across the pitch towards the sports building.

I head straight towards the boys’ changing room, Coach stood with his assistant outside the door. ‘y/n. Everything okay?’ he asks, and I take a deep breath. ‘Your captain stole my safety shorts,’ I say, Coach letting out a sigh. He pushes the door open, shouting for Mason, and the boy appears after a few long moments, in only his black training shorts and his black undershirt. I have to drag my eyes away from his body, trying to ignore the way his undershirt clings to his muscles.

He looks between me and Coach, the smile on his face disappearing. ‘Seriously? You snitched? It was a joke,’ he says slowly, the slight red of his cheeks betraying him. He’s clearly embarrassed that I’ve managed to make him look like a child in front of his coach. ‘It was not a joke, and you know it,’ I say serenely, and my calmness seems to piss him off even more, the boy taking a step closer to me.

‘It was a joke. I can’t believe you’ve come running to Coach, you fucking child-’ ‘I’m the child? That’s rich coming from you. And I didn’t go running to Coach. I came to get my shorts from you after you fucking stole them like a stupid little boy, and Coach just happened to be here,’ I say, and being called a stupid little boy seems to infuriate him further.

‘Call me a stupid little boy again, and watch what fucking happens,’ he threatens in a low voice, and I laugh at him, ignoring the way my underwear is sticking to my skin. ‘What are you gonna do? Stupid… little… boy,’ I smile, and he lets out a humourless laugh, shaking his head.

‘You’re so fucking immature.’ ‘I’m immature? Don’t make me laugh.’ ‘It’s not a joke, so I don’t know why you would laugh.’ ‘Oh, so this isn’t a joke? But you stealing my shorts was?’ ‘Yes, it was. I’m sorry you’re so fucking sensitive and you take everything so seriously,’ he says pointedly, and my mouth drops open.

‘I know you did not just fucking say that, you twat. My reaction to what you did to me was not me ‘taking everything seriously’ or ‘being sensitive’, so don’t you dare-’ ‘For God’s sake, are we seriously still talking about that? It’s been almost an entire year,’ he says tiredly. ‘You’re the one that brought it up, you fucking dick,’ I say, voice shaking with anger, and he just shakes his head.

‘I was making a point. You overreacted about that, and you’re overreacting again now. You clearly haven’t changed.’ ‘I haven’t changed? Are you being serious? I’m the one that hasn’t changed? You’re the one that’s still an immature, entitled, spoilt little brat,’ I spit out, and he raises an eyebrow, an amused sparkle in his eyes.

‘I’d be careful, y/n. Calling someone else a brat. What is it they say? People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones,’ he says, lips quirking up into a smirk, and I see red, taking a step towards him with a hand raised, wanting to slap him across the face.

‘Enough!’ Coach shouts, stepping between us, and it’s only now that I remember that he and the assistant coach are both stood there, as well as realising that the changing room door is wide open. Everyone heard that entire argument.

‘You’re acting like children. What kind of example are you setting? You’re captains of your respective teams – start acting like it before I demote you both,’ Coach threatens, both Mason and I falling into sullen silence. ‘Shut that door,’ Coach says, Mason shutting the changing room door, and Coach lets out a little sigh.

‘Listen to me. You’re good kids, and I like you both a lot. I want to see you both succeed in your captaincies, but that isn’t going to happen if you’re constantly at each other’s throats. I understand you share a rocky past, but you will have to put that aside for this year. The captains of both the football team and the cheer squad work closely together. You will have to have monthly meetings, you will have to co-ordinate your practice and training sessions, you will have to travel to away matches on the same bus. You’ll never achieve anything if you can’t remain civil. So stop this childish bickering, and grow up. Do you understand?’ Coach says in a low and stern voice, the boys leaving the changing room as he speaks, desperately trying to listen in to what he’s saying.

‘I asked if you both understand,’ Coach says, both of us chorusing a sulky ‘yes’. ‘Good. Now, you two need to either resolve whatever it is between you, or just move on from it. Here,’ Coach says, handing Mason the changing room keys, the boy taking them into his vascular hand. ‘Go and get her shorts, and lock up behind you. We have a meeting to get to, so I will see you both at training in two days,’ Coach says, both of us bidding him and the assistant coach goodbye before they disappear upstairs.

I turn to Mason, the boy grinning at me, and I hit him on the arm, the boy not even flinching. ‘You dick. I can’t believe you just called me a brat in front of Coach,’ I say angrily, the boy laughing. ‘You brought it on yourself, calling me a brat. You should know not to be such a hypocrite,’ he smirks, and I bite my tongue, not wanting to get into another argument with him.

‘Go and get my shorts before I shatter your kneecaps,’ I say through gritted teeth, and he doesn’t react with any surprise, used to my threats of violence. ‘Come and get them,’ he grins before disappearing into the changing room, leaving me stood there trying to keep my temper under control. The last thing I wanted was to be alone with him in the changing room, and here we are.

I take a deep breath before I push the door open, the smell of strong aftershave and sweaty boys flooding my senses, and I scrunch my nose up in disgust. I walk down the main aisle, looking between the rows of lockers on either side of me. When I reach the end of the lockers and step out into the open changing area, I feel a pair of hands push me up against the last locker, the metal clang echoing loudly around the room as I try to get my bearings, blinking to see Mason stood in front of me, his body mere inches from mine.

‘I can’t believe you snitched to Coach,’ he whispers, hand appearing at the base of my throat, instantly sending shivers through me. ‘What did you expect me to do?’ I say breathlessly, and he tilts my head back so I can look up at him, his dark eyes locking with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. ‘I expected you to come in here and beg me to fuck you,’ he murmurs, and I let out a little laugh.

‘I told you. I don’t beg, especially not for you.’ ‘Sounds like something I used to say. Trying to play me at my own game, babe?’ he asks, amusement creeping into his voice, but he’s mainly angry, his veins corded tight and body tense, muscle jumping in his jaw with the effort of keeping himself under control. ‘No. I just don’t want you,’ I reply with a smile, and he lets out a humourless laugh, pads of his fingers lightly pressing into the sides of my throat.

‘Sure. Of course you don’t. Let’s see how much you don’t want me,’ he murmurs, his free hand pushing one of my legs out wider so he has space to put his hand up my skirt. The second his fingers make contact with my underwear, he lets out a laugh at how wet the material is, making me look away from him in embarrassment.

‘Look at me, babe,’ he commands, my eyes flitting back to his as he pushes my pants aside, swiping a finger along my dripping wet folds. I let out a shaky breath, and he chuckles softly. ‘I think you’re lying, angel. I think you actually do want me. A lot,’ he grins, taking his hand from under my skirt and lifting his finger to his mouth, his skin glistening with my arousal. He takes his finger into his mouth, eyes closing as he tastes me, a soft groan rumbling from his chest.

‘God, you taste even better than I remember. Behave, and I might eat you out,’ he murmurs, and despite the thrill that runs through my body, I’m too stubborn to give in. ‘I’m not here for you to eat me out, or fuck me, or whatever it is that you’re so desperate to do to me. I’m here for my safety shorts,’ I exhale, and he rolls his eyes.

‘You can earn them.’ ‘Earn them? They’re mine, you dick,’ I spit out, and he laughs softly. ‘Not anymore. You can either earn them… or swap them for something,’ he proposes, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Swap them for what?’ I ask, and he pretends to think it over, both of us already knowing what he’s gonna say. ‘Your pants,’ he says softly, and I’m silent for a few moments, debating what I should do. And as much as I want to stay strong, I find my resolve weakening even more with every second I stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

‘Take them then,’ I whisper, and he doesn’t react for a moment. ‘What was that, angel?’ he asks, and he isn’t teasing – he’s genuinely stunned. ‘I told you take them,’ I breathe out, and his eyes darken, chest rising and falling with a deep breath, the boy trying to compose himself. But he loses his self-control almost as quickly as I lost my resolve – it seems neither of us are very strong-willed.

His lips crash against mine, and he kisses me forcefully and passionately, his hand pressing into the side of my throat whilst the other wanders up and down my body. The familiarity of this, of kissing him, of having his hands on me, is so overwhelming, and I can’t help but kiss him back, hands resting on his chest before sliding down to the hem of his undershirt. We break apart briefly so I can take his shirt off before our lips reconnect, my hands roaming across his smooth skin and hard muscle.

The way our lips move in perfect sync brings back memories of long nights past, and I let out a whimper against his mouth, the sound only making him more desperate, our kiss turning sloppy and his movements becoming even rougher. I didn’t realise how much I missed him, his scent and his taste only making me want him more.

I slide my hands into his hair, pulling lightly on the locks, and he lets out a heavenly groan into my mouth, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. He takes my lower lip between his teeth before running his tongue across it, making me moan softly. ‘Fuck. You sound so fucking pretty,’ he says against my lips, lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him full access to me.

He moves my pants aside, sliding a finger into me, and I can’t help but break the kiss, my head falling back against the locker as my walls tighten around his finger. ‘Stop clenching. If you can’t even take one finger, how will you take my cock? Stop clenching, babe,’ he murmurs soothingly as his finger pumps in and out of me leisurely, my hands clutching onto his shoulders.

His mouth finds my bare neck, lips pressing kisses and teeth nipping softly at skin as he fucks me with his finger, gradually increasing his pace before adding another finger, making me whimper. Obscene squelching fills the room, drowning out the soft noises that fall from my lips as he scissors his fingers in an attempt to stretch me out, my body squirming against the lockers.

‘Stop fucking moving, or I’ll spread you across my lap. I might not have a belt with me, but my hand works just fine,’ he threatens, lips moving against my skin, and I try my best to keep myself still, but when the tips of his fingers brush against the spongy spot inside me, a gasp escapes my lips as my back arches away from the lockers, boobs pressing against his chest, his lips curving up into a smirk. My slick coats his skin as he rocks his hand back and forth, my moans becoming more and more frequent, my walls fluttering around him uncontrollably.

‘Does that feel good, angel?’ he asks in a gentle voice, and all I can do is moan in response, but he takes it as an answer, his thumb beginning to draw harsh circles at my clit. ‘Fuck, Mason,’ I moan, and he hums against my skin, fingers getting me closer and closer to my orgasm. ‘That’s my good girl. My pretty baby, so good for me,’ he murmurs soothingly, lips sucking at the skin under my jaw, and the knot in my stomach only tightens more and more.

And then his fingers disappear from inside me. ‘Mase,’ I whimper, and his gaze hardens. ‘Don’t be a fucking brat, or I’ll edge you until you’re fucking crying. Is that what you want, angel?’ he demands, and I don’t respond. He used to be able to get me to submit with minimal effort, but that was then. I won’t be his little bitch anymore.

I match his stare, not saying a word, and he breaks after a few moments, chuckling softly. ‘Looks like I was wrong. Maybe you have changed. Not such a good girl after all,’ he muses, and I roll my eyes. ‘It doesn’t matter. It just means breaking you will be even more fun,’ he grins before sinking down to his knees. I can barely mask my shock – in the couple years we were together, he never got on his knees for me. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s changed.

He slides his hands up my bare legs before his fingers hook around the waistband of my pants. He slowly pulls them down my legs, helping me step out of them, and he throws them over his shoulder to the bench where his belongings sit. He clearly wasn’t joking about a trade.

He pushes my legs apart before pulling one over his shoulder, his face mere centimetres from where I want him most. He doesn’t make a move though, and I slide my fingers into his hair, trying to pull his head closer to me. ‘Behave,’ he warns, and I sigh, loosening my grip on his locks and waiting for him to do something, my patience wearing thin very quickly.

‘Mason,’ I breathe out, and he chuckles, his warm breath fanning across my dripping wet pussy, making me shudder. ‘I want you to beg, babe,’ he murmurs, and I let out a soft laugh. ‘Not gonna happen.’ ‘Then I won’t make you cum,’ he threatens, and I look down at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘Fine by me. I’ll find someone else. I’m sure one of your teammates could do a better job than you,’ I grin, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenched.

‘You fucking brat. Don’t even think about fucking one of my teammates, I swear to God. I could’ve dragged you off the pitch when you did that fucking standing split earlier, flashed your pants to the entire team,’ he spits out angrily, and I grin to myself at pissing him off so easily. ‘I thought you were supposed to be the image of class and sophistication. Not a dirty little whore,’ he murmurs, and I shoot him a death stare.

Before I can respond, his head disappears beneath my skirt and I feel him lick a slow, bold stripe across my folds, my hips jerking at the feeling. He swirls his tongue around my clit, making me let out a whimper of his name, and he chuckles against my core, grabbing onto my waist to hold me in place.

‘I wonder what the cheer girls would think if they knew their captain was being eaten out in the boys’ changing room. I wonder what they’d say if they heard their captain’s pretty moans, saw their captain being a desperate little bitch for her ex-boyfriend,’ he teases, warm breath hitting my skin, sending shivers through me, before he begins licking along my folds, tongue hard and flat against me.

I grip onto his shoulders, head thrown back against the lockers, my moans of his name projecting around the room as he brings his fingers to clit, rubbing slow circles. The stimulation at my clit paired with his long licks have me falling apart on his tongue, my stomach already tightening with another threat of an orgasm.

And then he pushes a finger between my folds again, pumping in and out of me as my walls tighten at the intrusion. ‘Gotta stretch you out for my cock, babe. Take it like a good girl. Stop clenching,’ he murmurs soothingly against my inner thigh as he pushes three fingers into me, the stretch making me moan out. ‘Fuck, Mason,’ I whimper, and he hums in response before attaching his lips to my clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves.

‘So good for me, angel. Taking my fingers so well,’ he says, lips still against my clit, and I feel my high nearing quickly, moans and whimpers escaping my lips every few seconds. He’s still just as good with his mouth, his tongue flicking harshly across my clit before he licks along my folds, fingers still pumping into me, curling against the spot inside that brings me closer and closer to the edge. And he knows how close I am, the pace of his fingers and his tongue ever increasing.

And then we hear the door of the changing room open, followed by a group of loud male voices, laughing and joking. Before I can even register it, Mason’s on his feet, lifting me up into his arms and practically sprinting into the shower area, rushing into one of the cubicles. He puts me down carefully, a hand over my mouth, my orgasm fading away because of the fear of being caught.

In my mind, the logical thing to do would be to stay silent and wait for them to leave. But, as he’s proven time and time again, Mason isn’t logical, the boy pushing me up against the tiled wall, his free hand pushing his shorts down just enough to free his hard cock. He keeps his hand over my mouth as he pumps himself, rubbing his precum across his length and biting down on his lip to keep himself silent.

He lets go of his cock after a few seconds to lift one of my legs against his body, ankle slotting into place on his shoulder. Despite thinking this is a terrible idea, I let him do as he pleases, his fingers slipping into my mouth to keep me quiet as he runs the head of his cock up and down my folds, my walls clenching in anticipation.

Our eyes are locked together, a smirk on his face as he slowly slides into me, his cock stretching me out almost painfully. My face contorts with pleasure under his intense gaze as he fills me up completely, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to moan out his name, my head falling back against the shower wall with a dull thud.

‘What was that?’ I hear one of the boys say, the others asking what he’s talking about, and panic fills my body. But along with the panic is arousal at the idea of being caught, my pussy gushing around Mason, and he smirks, slowly thrusting into me like he has all the time in the world.

I hear footsteps nearing us before they stop abruptly. ‘Look at this,’ a voice says quietly, more footsteps following his words. ‘What?’ ‘Look.’ ‘Is that… a pair of pants?’ ‘Yeah. And those shorts that the cheerleaders wear, next to Mount’s bag.’ ‘Didn’t he take y/n’s shorts? Do you think those are hers? And the pants?’ ‘Who else?’ ‘Nah, no way. y/n hates him. She’d never fuck him,’ one of the voices says with conviction, Mason grinning victoriously, and I roll my eyes with irritation, trying to ignore his slow and steady thrusts.

‘They used to date, idiot.’ ‘Yeah, used to. Didn’t you hear them arguing? There’s no way they’d be fucking now.’ ‘Nah, I bet they are.’ ‘Where, though? In here?’ ‘We’d be able to hear them if they were in here. They’re probably in a toilet somewhere.’ ‘No way. They’re not fucking. They hate each other,’ one of the boys says, and I can barely focus, distracted by the waves of pleasure rolling over me.

‘That’s the best way for it to be, bro. Didn’t you hear how he called her a brat in front of Coach? I bet she was so angry at him, and when exes are angry at each other, they hate-fuck,’ the guy says, as though it’s so simple, and Mason looks like he’s just about holding back his laughter, rocking his hips against mine at a steady pace.

‘Do you believe him?’ ‘Believe who, about what?’ ‘Mount, about y/n being a brat.’ ‘Yeah. They dated. If anyone knows, it’s him.’ ‘He’s so lucky.’ ‘Lucky?’ ‘Yeah. He used to date the cheer captain, and he got to fuck her as well?’ ‘She wasn’t cheer captain when they were together.’ ‘She was still sexy, though,’ one guy says, all of them laughing. ‘Has little Jakey got a crush on the cheer captain?’ one of them says teasingly, all of them mocking the one guy who tries to defend himself, the others eventually agreeing with him that I am sexy, which definitely boosts my ego.

‘Come on, let’s go,’ one of them says suddenly. ‘Why?’ ‘Because if they come back and we’re in here talking about them, don’t you think it’ll be awkward?’ ‘They’re not fucking.’ ‘Then why are y/n’s pants and shorts next to Mount’s bag? Explain that, bro.’ ‘…Whatever.’ ‘Exactly. Come on, let’s just go.’ Their footsteps and voices get quieter before we hear the door open and close.

We’re both silent for a few seconds, to make sure they’re definitely gone, before Mason pulls all the way out only to slam back in. I let out a loud moan around his fingers, his other hand moving to rest at the base of my throat whilst his cock hammers into me ruthlessly.

‘You’re so wet for me, y/n. My pretty baby likes the idea of being caught with her ex’s cock inside her, yeah? Does the thought of being caught turn you on, babe? Or is it the thought that some little second years have crushes on you?’ he asks, and I can’t even muster up a response, just moaning helplessly as he slams into me, the drag of his cock against my walls making me weak.

‘Taking me so well, angel. So good for me, babe,’ he praises, his voice strained with the effort of pounding into me, and my mind is completely blank of anything, of everything but him. I didn’t realise how much I missed his cock, didn’t remember how good he felt inside me.

I feel my orgasm nearing, my walls fluttering around him, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking me hard, his balls slapping up against my ass, one of my hands gripping onto his shoulder to keep myself steady, the other splayed against the cold shower wall. My legs are starting to ache, with one being up against his shoulder and the other trying to hold all my body weight on my tiptoes, but this was always his favourite position. He liked putting my flexibility to good use, proud to fuck such a good cheerleader.

‘You’re even more flexible now, babe. Stretching for me so well, such a good girl,’ he breathes out, fingers slipping out of my mouth and sliding down to grope at my boobs through my top, his short nails digging into the soft flesh of my breasts. And then I feel his cock twitching inside me, knowing he’s nearing his high just like I am.

Instead of speeding up like he always used to, he slows down, fucking me deep, the head of his cock scraping against the spot inside me. He lets out sinfully soft grunts and groans as he moves his hand from my boobs to rub slow circles at my clit, clearly wanting me to get there first.

‘Feels good?’ he asks, and I just about manage to nod, a soft laugh falling from his lips. ‘Of course it does. No one can fuck you as well as I can, babe. You’re all mine, right? My good little slut,’ he murmurs, clearly testing if I’ll make good of my threat from earlier, but I’m too caught up in the pleasure to react. He could call me whatever he wants in this moment – as long as I get to cum on his cock, I don’t give a fuck.

‘Close?’ he asks, and I let out a whimper of his name in response, and he takes that as an answer, rubbing more forcefully at my clit, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the spot that makes me let out choked moans, an arrogant grin on his face. His hand around my throat tightens, cutting off my airways slightly, and I let out an unintelligible string of curses, my breathing quickly becoming laboured.

‘Are you gonna cum, y/n? Is my pretty baby gonna cum for her ex-boyfriend who she hates so much, who she’d never fuck?’ he asks with a smirk, the knot in my stomach uncomfortably tight, pleasure filling my body from head to toe. ‘Come on, angel. Cum for me. Cum on my cock like a good little slut,’ he murmurs against my ear, voice deep and soft.

His cock pounding into me, his fingers rubbing my clit, his hand tight around my throat, his dirty talk – it’s all too much, and my high hits me so hard. My mouth falls open in a silent moan, my legs shaking and my walls clenched around him so hard he can’t move. He keeps me pressed against the wall to stop me from falling as he rubs my clit to get me through my orgasm, my vision completely blurred with the tears that stream down my face, my nails digging into his back and my head thrown back.

As soon as I begin to come down from my high and my walls loosen around him, he begins to chase his own orgasm, with no concern for me at all. He slams into me, again and again, and the overstimulation is too much, making me whine and sob pathetically, but he doesn’t care, both hands on my waist to keep me in place so he can fuck into me as hard as he pleases.

I blink away the tears, my vision finally clearing, and I nearly cum again just from the sight of him. His hair is pasted down to his forehead with sweat, his skin completely drenched and glistening with perspiration, lips parted and letting out grunts and groans and moans of my name, his lips swollen and shining. His eyes are impossibly dark, completely blown wide with lust, and his face is flushed, his tan skin tinged with red. His muscles ripple with the effort of fucking me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tensed. He looks like sin incarnate.

His dick twitches uncontrollably, and I gather the last ounces of my energy to clench around him, holding him in place, deep inside me, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum. So good for me, angel, so good. Shit, I’m gonna-’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl with satisfaction as he buries his head in my neck, letting out a moan of my name against my skin.

He fills me up with his cum, slowly moving his hips back and forth to get himself through his orgasm, and I try my best to meet his thrusts, rocking my body against his. Once he’s come down from his high, he carefully pulls out of me and takes my leg down from his shoulder, relief flooding my body.

His gaze is focused between my legs as he tucks himself back in, obviously expecting to see his cum dripping out of me, and I roll my eyes to myself. ‘It’s too deep,’ I say, voice hoarse, and he looks at me questioningly. ‘You came too deep. It won’t come out yet,’ I breathe out, and he looks proud of himself, which makes me roll my eyes again.

‘Come on,’ he murmurs, lifting me into his arms and carrying me out into the open changing space, lying me down on the bench beside his bag. He gets a towel out of his bag and slides it over my body, cleaning me up as I try to get my breath back, sipping on his water.

‘Do you have a change of clothes?’ he asks and, despite my tiredness, I shake my head at his stupid question. ‘Where would I have a change of clothes, Mason? Up my arse?’ I ask sarcastically, and he gives me a half-hearted dirty look. ‘There’s no space, not with the stick up there.’ ‘It’s not the stick taking up the space. It’s your fat head,’ I murmur, and he lets out a surprised laugh, giving me an impressed nod.

‘Okay, I’m gonna take that as a no. I’ve got something you can wear, though,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I’m not walking out of this changing room wearing your training kit.’ ‘It’s not my training kit, stupid. I’ve got a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that would fit you,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Oh, yeah, because no one’ll suspect anything if I leave the changing room wearing your clothes,’ I say drily, and he gives me a ‘seriously?’ look.

‘They’ll already be suspecting. Our friends will be waiting for us on the pitch, wondering where we are, and then they’re gonna realise we’re both gone and probably connect the dots that we’re together. People will see you leaving the boys’ changing room. And someone will have definitely walked past and heard you screaming my name like a little slut,’ he says purposely, laughing maniacally as he ducks away from my slap.

‘Oh, and those boys that came in. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve gone and told all their mates. I bet everyone already knows,’ he says, not sounding particularly bothered, but I’m full of dread. The last thing I need is everyone speaking about how the new Cheer Captain got fucked by her ex-boyfriend in the boys’ changing room on the day of try-outs.

‘This was a mistake,’ I mutter to myself, sitting up and staring unseeingly at the wall, the possibilities of what everyone’s gonna be saying about me already filling my mind. ‘What?’ ‘I said that this was a mistake.’ ‘Was it?’ he asks with a raised eyebrow. ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, it’s the best mistake I’ve ever made,’ he grins, and I almost hit him.

‘Mase, this isn’t funny,’ I say, his face softening at hearing his nickname on my lips for the first time in a long time. ‘I know, babe, I’m sorry. We’ll deny it. To everyone that asks. We’ll say that we just… sat here and spoke things out,’ he says, and I bite my lip worriedly.

‘What about those boys? They saw my underwear.’ ‘You should be grateful they came in. They saved you from having to beg,’ he says, and I just stare at him, waiting for him to be serious. ‘I’ll speak to them, don’t worry. If they want to keep their spots on the team, they won’t talk about it,’ he says, taking my hands into his comfortingly. ‘Promise?’ ‘I promise. No one needs to know the truth,’ he murmurs, earnest eyes locked with mine, and I nod, my nerves eased slightly.

‘Okay. Thank you.’ ‘Of course, babe. Now, don’t stress. It’s all gonna be fine. I’ll deal with it,’ he says firmly, helping me up from the bench, and I take a deep breath, my legs shaky. I walk around the space to get my legs back to normal, Mason getting himself redressed before sitting on the bench and watching me amusedly.

Once I’m steady on my feet, I hold out a hand for my underwear. He passes me my shorts, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I have to put my underwear on before my shorts.’ ‘What part of the word ‘trade’ do you not understand, babe? You swapped your underwear for your shorts,’ he grins, and my eyes widen.

‘You’re not being serious.’ ‘I am, actually. Deadly serious,’ he says contentedly, tucking the pants into his pocket, and I close my eyes, keeping myself calm and willing myself not to murder him. I pull the shorts on, the feeling of them against my bare skin uncomfortable, and he just watches with an entertained smirk on his face. ‘How thick are they?’ he asks, and I look at him in confusion. ‘What?’ ‘How thick are your shorts?’ ‘Not thick at all. They have to be lightweight.’

‘You’d better clench then, babe. Don’t want my cum dripping down your leg in front of everyone, do you?’ he grins, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘I hate you.’ ‘Do you let every boy that you hate fuck you like a little slut, then?’ ‘I swear to God, Mason, I will ruin your football career.’ ‘It’s worth it for you, babe.’

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