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cockdestroyer32 · 1 year

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all mine

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 2304

summary: after the events in the bullet train in tokyo, you and ladybug have a new job in a new place, unfortunately, you're not alone.

a/n: okay so in this reader's codename is sarin. and you're besties w ladybug bc I lov him. title is from brent faiyaz's 'all mine' which has nothing to do with this fic but I didn't know what to name this and I rlly love that song so. also no smut in this.

When I grow up, I wanna be famous I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies, when I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies.

The song blew out of the car’s speakers, and both you and Ladybug sang each word perfectly (and very obnoxiously, you were practically yelling out the lyrics.) He drove and you sat in the passenger seat, you both swinging your arms around dancing tirelessly as the citizens of Greece who were able to spy inside the moving car judged your shameless partying. You hadn’t seen Ladybug in months, so when you found out you were finally going to be assigned to a mission together again, you both beamed, and got together to plan your entire trip from the cities of New York to the city of Larissa. You went from cackling a little too loudly at comedy movies on the plane, to endless chatter at the airport, to listening to your iconic super duper awesome 2000s hits playlist on a rented Jeep (the playlist title was Ladybug’s decision.) There’s no one you’d rather work with. Except…you weren’t working alone tonight.

This hit wasn’t just any hit, it was a stakeout. So, Lemon and Tangerine were called.

You had walked into Tangerine a few times before; New Zealand, Cuba, Romania, and Tokyo, of course. You’d been the longest with him while in Tokyo, when you had to team up because of a lost briefcase. He was incredibly irritating and the different ways you both did your job clashed immensely, but by the end of the night you two had worked frustratingly well together.

You’d never met Lemon before though, you hoped to God he wasn’t just a Tangerine 2.

“Oh, boo!” Ladybug starts and you join him when you look up.

“Booo!” You yell out at the warehouse as if it’s just told some awful joke at a stand-up show.

The building has the same architectural creativity as a cardboard box. Except that instead of brown, it’s grey and dirty, and instead of holding a gift you just spent the last days waiting anxiously to arrive at your home, it just holds the next gruesome hours you’ll spend planning your hit.

You and Ladybug allow The Pussycat Dolls to finish the last few seconds of their song and turn off BlueTooth before you can be sad about not singing Britney.

You sigh and say, “It’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yep, but the sooner we do it sooner we’re done. Come on, let’s meet the fruit duet.” You chuckle.

The warehouse acted as a lighthouse, the nighttime a sea of nothingness. You can spot the remnants of the trucks that passed by in this area marked in the muddy ground. Tonight smells of wet grass and fancy dinner parties, the ones you should be in right now.

You enter the warehouse, the night’s cold air vanishes and it shifts to a warm, still atmosphere. You take off your coat. Tangerine and two other men are already in the room. Even at such a dead spot in town, Tangerine is still dressed elegantly, sporting a blue striped suit that fitted him perfectly, and smelling of rich men’s perfume. You often wondered if he could fight in those suits. Although you loved a good luxurious suit—God knows your blood money could buy one, your closet was full of Versace, Vivienne Westwood, Dolce & Gabbana and Burberry—you preferred to wear more tactical outfits for the job, you know, in case someone fucked something up and everything went to shit.

“That’s Lemon, by the way.” Ladybug whispers to you, while pointing his head to the man standing in front of Tangerine.

“What? I thought they were supposed to be twins,” Ladybug shrugs.

“Um, I hope we’re not late…you’re Lemon I suppose?” You pretend like Ladybug didn’t just tell you and offer a handshake. He takes it.

“That’s right, and you’re...”

“Sarin.”

You look over to his brother.

“Tangerine.” A nod, no handshake.

“Sarin.”

“You’ve met Ladybug.” You say to the two brothers.

“Yes, we had the pleasure.” The taller man doesn’t hide the sarcasm.

“Accommodating as always, Tangerine.”

“So, shall we?” Says the other man in the room, the one who was managing this whole thing, and you all follow him.

He takes you to a desk where there lie multiple files on different workers and a big map layout of the warehouse. The man shows all of you the place, discussing what approach the team should take for the mission, at what time each one should arrive at the building, the shift times of each warehouse worker, the spots each one should be in…and so on and so forth. Time passes relatively quickly, demanding you and Ladybug a secret high-five, and you all turn to look at the man who’d organized this.

“Yeah. That’s it.” The man repeats.

“Yeah.” You agree, still looking at him.

“You can go home now.” He practically demands.

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to get paid now,” Lemon adds.

“You’ll get paid after you get the job done.”

“Did you not get the memo lad? We get first half now and second half after the job is done.” Tangerine said.

“Yeah, we’re supposed to get paid now, didn’t our handler message you?” You asked honestly.

“Well I didn’t bring the money, so what do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, but we’re getting paid.” Tangerine insisted.

“There are lots of ATMs in Larissa…” Ladybug spoke. The man mutters some curse word under his breath,

“Fine. I’ll get you your fucking money, but you’re gonna have to wait.” He disappears from sight, making his way up the stairs in the corner of the building.

“Damn, what a Gordon.” Lemon remarks.

“Thomas the Tank Engine?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“Nah, I think he’s more of a James, just super cocky.”

“Oh my God, there’s two of them.” Tangerine sighs.

“I’m gonna go get some air.” You say.

With your coat in hand, you make your way to a backdoor on the side of the warehouse. Slipping the garment on as soon as you open it, the chilly air cutting through your skin. You slide your hand into one of the coat pockets, finding a small rectangular box and a smooth metallic item. You fish one of the cigarettes out of the box and light it, inhaling the nicotine, warming your body while letting yourself freeze in the moment. You were so far out of town that you couldn’t hear any of the cars, any of the people in Larissa, your team also seemed to be particularly quiet inside the building. Here, it was silent, save for crickets chirping in the vast nothingness that was the field at nighttime. Tomorrow it’d be full of people, receiving and delivering new packages, trucks coming and going and workers arguing amongst each other, all their chatter overlapping, sounds of life, until you all arrive and the sounds of an active workplace morph into that of an action movie, slashing and yelling (no guns, this was supposed to be a somewhat subtle and more practical job) and then, nothing. The building once again ghost quiet, but this time painted red.

It didn’t bother you. You’d been in this business for way too long to be perturbed by the sounds of the dead now. You knew what you were getting yourself into from the beginning, this is no bombshell. Although the still of a city that’s beginning to fall asleep is much better than one that had its commotion ripped away from it. So you took these quiet moments you had to yourself and held them tightly in your hand, like some old trinket gifted to you by someone special. And for a few moments, as you exhaled the smoke out of your body, you felt outside of space and time, frozen in the moment, your feet planted on the ground, scared that if you move even an inch, you’ll fall off the face of the earth. You melt off the moment when you feel a pair of eyes on you.

Tangerine stands by the back door on your right, looking at you. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but he has a calm look on his face, a smile on his eyes but not on his lips, by far much different than all of the ticked-off facial expressions you’d seen on him before.

“The fuck are you looking at?” You tease.

“Geez. I’ve just come to get some air.” He walks in your direction. You offer him your cigarette, he takes it. You two breathe together for a while before you ask,

“Do you like this?”

“What? Jobs in the middle of nowhere handled by some fucking dickhead who can’t even pay us right?”

“No. This.” You look around, motioning slightly to your surroundings, “The quiet. We don’t get a lot of it in our job.”

“I suppose we don’t,” He passes the cigarette back to you. “It is kinda nice, I can hear my thoughts for once, don’t have to listen to Lemon yapping about.”

You snort. “He’s nice. I was scared he was gonna be like you.”

“What? I’m nice.”

You stare at him.

“How am I not nice?” He continues.

“How are you not nice? Okay let’s see, you’re impatient, you’re always irritated, you look like you’re constantly on the edge of throwing a fit, you’re always cursing people out and you always got that look on your face of a teen girl who just got her phone taken away by her parents.”

He takes this in for a second, surprised at the speed of your answer, as if you’d been waiting for this moment for a while, and maybe you were.

“Hm…still think I’m nice.” He adds, you smile to yourself, nodding your head in fake disbelief.

You can feel his eyes on you, even as you take another puff on your cigarette and stare at the darkness. You don’t look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“S, Fruit, guy’s back.” Ladybug pops out of the door, and you follow him back into the building, followed then by Tangerine.

The man now holds bags of money, one for you and Ladybug, and one for Lemon and Tangerine. You finally leave the warehouse, each of you making your way to your hotel rooms. And you would’ve been able to wash the night off your body and rest on the hotel’s comfy bed, if it wasn’t for the misplaced amounts of money. See, your bag and Ladybug’s held only his share, not yours. Thankfully, it wasn’t some scam, your money was placed along with Lemon and Tangerine’s. So, now you’re going up an elevator to Tangerine’s room to get your share. You knock on 215 and he opens the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey, come in.” You walk into the room, but only close the door slightly, not shutting it, and you stand next to it, ready to just get your money and leave, not expecting to stay here any longer than you have to. He goes to the back of the room and brings back a bag, “Here.”

“Thanks,” You spy inside the room, the place is quiet, most of the lights are off and it holds only one bed. “Is Lemon not here?”

“No, different hotel, leave no trail and such.”

“Oh.” You’re genuinely surprised. Shit, that’s smart, perhaps you and Ladybug aren’t as great professionals as you thought you were—even if the bar when you two worked together was already pretty low.

“What? Is me delivering your money instead that bad?”

You snort. “No, no, that I don’t mind.”

You look at each other for a second, perhaps you should be on your way-

“Are you staying in Greece after the job?”

“Uh, no. Me and Ladybug are going back to New York right after.”

“Oh.” He looks down, the expression on his face something you can’t quite read. “Are you and Ladybug…”

“No! God, no!” You almost yell. “No, he’s my best friend.”

“Oh, right.”

“Why?”

“Just…curious.”

Hm. Curious.

You stare at each other again, a smile on your eyes but not on your lips.

“Okay, I should get going.” You start opening the door to leave.

“Wait,” He says, grabbing your arm. “I think…you should stay here the night.”

The smile reaches your lips, amused. “Why?”

“You know, you could just stay here the night, if you want…”

“Okay but, why?” You tease. He furrows his brows. “I’m sorry Tangerine, I just don’t know what you’re telling me.” Your words are of someone genuinely confused, but your face and tone tell a different story. He catches on and sighs.

“I’m just saying…you could spend the night here, with me.”

You click your tongue, “Tangerine…you have to speak clearly.”

He squeezes your arm, and approaches his face to yours, changing his tone, “Sarin. I want you to stay. I want you.”

You let your lips fully curve up this time, pleased.

You put both your hands on his face, and close the space between you, only placing a light kiss on his lips, then pulling away to see his reaction. He keeps his eyes shut for a moment, as if still in the moment. Then, he opens his eyes, staring at you for a second, and pulls you in for a stronger kiss. His hands at first cupping your face, then one makes his way towards you back, pulling you in closer, even though you were already as close as you could possibly be right now. You shut the door with your foot behind you, not letting each other go for even one second. Tonight your own bed’s gonna have to wait for you.

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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everything and all of it

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: You’ve been back in California for a week but you and Jake have yet to sleep together. You both have your own anxiety over the situation, but Jake has missed you for so long and he’s determined to get to the bottom of the issue.

Notes: Suggested by @gigisimsonmars (it is slightly different though) / Part of the Oh, Baby Universe.

Warnings: Smut, so 18+, but lots of fluff. Body insecurities. Multiple mentions of pregnancy. Sexual insecurity.

Words: 4600

---- He’d spent a lot of time—too much, likely—imagining what it would be like if you came back to him. Every possible scenario. Every move he would make. Every word from his mouth. Upon seeing your face, he wondered what instinct would have him do first. Kiss you before you disappeared again? Cup your cheek, feel your skin, to make sure you were real? Or just hold you so he could be reminded of the weight of your body against his, of how perfectly you fit together.

In those fantasies that constantly ran through his head, he was never upset with you. He didn’t guilt you or demand apologies. Regardless of how, each scenario ended the same—with kisses and words of love and being wrapped up in bedsheets by the end of the night. Life would always fall back into place as if you had never left.

But when you came back, the relief of your return had Jake forgetting how reality often worked. Things didn’t put themselves back together as seamlessly as he would’ve liked. Yes, he had you, he had his daughter; you slept in his bed and he held you every night and he kissed you and you kissed him back. But you’d yet to take things further. And that nagged the little prickly, sensitive spots in his brain.

After a week of you back in California, you were still pulling away from him. For whatever reason, a piece of you—the piece that once begged for him as much as he had begged for you—wasn’t there. When his kisses moved to your neck the way you liked, you stepped out of his arms. When his hands slipped under your shirt, you brushed them away. You would look up at him with a sad smile and find the sudden need to go check on your daughter, and the next day the pattern would repeat.

He didn’t want to push you, and he sure as hell didn’t want you to feel like you owed him. He just missed you. He missed the closeness of sharing skin and sweat and pleasure. He missed hearing you moan for him and the whimpers that he pulled from your lips. And he really didn’t think rebuilding that connection would be so hard. Because sex is easy. Sex is a no-brainer; he always knew that. Sex doesn’t have to mean anything until it means everything. But with you, it meant everything, and he needed to know why you didn’t want it, him, anymore.

—

Jake didn’t consider himself a schemer, but that didn’t stop him from enlisting the help of Bob, Rooster, and Phoenix for babysitting duty. And with how obsessed his team was with his daughter, they’d agreed to watch her before the question was even off his lips. There was a tick of separation anxiety as he handed Eve over to Phoenix, but as horrible as it sounded, the little girl was your go-to excuse whenever he tried to bring up sex and Jake needed you not to run away from him this time. So he'd let her go despite the slight squeeze to his heart, and waited for you to come home.

He was sitting by the kitchen table when you entered the house, his elbows resting on his knees and thumbs twiddling as you tossed your purse and keys aside.

You smiled as you moved to him and bent at the waist until you were eye-to-eye. “Hi,” you breathed right before pressing a kiss to his lips. The first was soft; brief. The second was firmer. You parted your mouth a bit and placed your hand at his neck, letting your fingertips weave into the ends of his hair, and with twitching fingers, Jake resisted the urge to pull you right into his lap. You’d undoubtedly feel the hardness beginning to strain against the zipper of his jeans and he didn’t need you getting spooked.

When you separated and straightened, his eyes followed your walk around the kitchen island for the fridge. A twinge of guilt caused his throat to tighten. He hadn't felt wrong in admiring the curves of your body and the way your hips swayed with your stride since he realized he was in love with you so long ago, thinking you didn’t feel the same. But that guilt was rearing its ugly head, sneaking its way into his system and starting to take over. That was why he knew he couldn’t let go of the distance you were creating, not without understanding your reasoning.

“Is Eve asleep?” you asked.

Jake rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers overlapping the spot yours had been only moments before. “She’s, um…she’s with the guys.”

You looked at him, your head tilted, and shut the door. The lack of light from the fridge darkened your face, and Jake just hoped your attitude wasn’t about to match when he answered your obvious next question. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he stood and cleared his throat, “they’re going to watch her for the night.”

“Jake, she—”

“She’ll be fine,” he quickly interjected. “I gave them everything she needs and she’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

Huffing, you shook your head. “Jake, I love them, I do, but they don’t know how to deal with a baby.”

“There’s three of them, Honey. They can handle it," he said. "You know I wouldn't have let her go if I didn't trust them."

You were still shaking your head. A subtle groan left your lips and you rubbed the pads of your fingers across your brow. He didn’t like seeing you bothered, but he did anticipate it. Letting his friends watch his baby girl was like letting them borrow one of his vital organs for the night and he knew you felt the same.

“We need to talk, Honey,” he said softly. You didn’t look at him with a question in your eyes. Neither did your face shift in any manner. Somehow, he realized, you already knew. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Your gaze shied away from his. “Nothing,” you muttered.

“No.” He rounded the island, guiding your body to face his and weaving his fingers with yours. “Please look at me.” And only when you did, did he continue. “It’s not nothing. Whatever it is, we can work through it. We can, alright? Nothing changed.”

Brows pinching in confusion, you replied, “That’s not true. I had a baby. I don’t look the same—”

“You’re fucking perfect. I don’t care about—”

“That’s not all of it.” As your lips thinned, your eyelids pinched. As if you’d been afraid of expelling that knowledge. As if you expected judgment in return.

“Then what?”

Your mouth opened; closed. You tried to look away again, but Jake’s fingers lightly gripping your chin didn’t allow it.

“C’mon, Honey,” he whispered. Pleaded.

Your teeth trapped the edge of your bottom lip, nibbling, and with his thumb, Jake carefully tugged it free. You released a long sigh, but he knew you couldn’t ignore the honesty he was pouring into his stare. Despite your success as of late, you struggled to deny him as much as he did you; a habit long ago built along with your friendship.

The hesitancy on your face betrayed the sudden rush of your confession. “I haven’t had sex since you, Jake. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I can’t be any good at it, and I don’t want to be compared to anyone else you’ve been with since I left, so—”

“I haven’t been with anyone,” he stopped you. He was proud of himself for not choking at your words, but the need to soothe what worried you overpowered everything else.

Your jaw briefly slackened. “W-What?”

His fingers squeezed yours. “You can’t seriously think—" he paused at the aggressive bite you gave to your lip again, at the wet sheen forming over your eyes. “Honey, there’s no way.”

It crossed his mind, but not for the reasons it might cross the mind of any other man. He never saw a woman when his friends would drag him to the bar that he found could compare to what he’d lost. He couldn’t imagine touching another knowing they wouldn’t feel quite right, or kissing another knowing they wouldn’t taste like you, or bringing another into his bed knowing that you once laid there. You had occupied that spot with more than just your body. Your presence stubbornly remained on the right side of his mattress, long after any physical traces of you dissipated. The space, like everything else, belonged to you. His touches and kisses and body—yours, only—and the sole reason the far possibility of someone else entered his brain was that he figured the day would come when he would have no choice but to move on. But he didn’t want to, and then, he didn’t have to.

“How is that possible, Jake?” A tear trickled down your cheek that he wiped away. “You could have anyone.”

“Not the one I wanted.”

“You didn’t know I was coming back,” you argued before placing your free hand over the center of your chest. “I didn’t know I was coming back.”

Jake swallowed the shout clawing at his throat, the one that demanded to silence the lunacy, the one that accompanied the words ‘there’s no way in hell that fucking someone else would have made me forget you,’ but he could picture your wince in response; the way that spewing that truth would only serve to embarrass you, if you even believed him at all in your state of mind.

He settled on “That doesn’t matter, Honey. I wasn’t getting over you.” Spoken as gently as the caress of his hand when cupping your cheek. His thumb ran back and forth along your cheekbone before traveling lower, skimming over your lips. “Do you trust me?”

“Yea, but—”

He shook his head. “Yes or no.”

You took a deep breath, shoulders rising and falling with the swell and collapse of your chest. “Yes,” you said, your tone firm; sure.

Little spirals of warmth bloomed from the center of Jake’s body. “Do you want me or do you want more time?”

“I want you, Jake, I’m just,” you swallowed, “I’m nervous.”

“I’m nervous, too.”

“Why?”

Jake reached up and brushed your hair back. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Because there’s a significant chance that if I’m inside you,” he muttered in the minimal space between you, “I’m going to come in about three seconds.”

He smiled at your unrestrained laugh; at how some of the nerves instantly shed from your body like an old husk, leaving you fresh and glowing, brightness radiating from your very core. That’s my girl, he thought. Right there.

“Honey, we can do this.” His whisper caressed your face and he wondered if it added to the pinkish hue budding under your cheeks. “We can, if you want to.”

It was an obvious war in your mind, but he’d accept whatever you decided. Knowing he hadn’t done anything to make you not want him or that your previous desire hadn’t faded made his own concerns wither away. He’d wait. However long you needed, he’d give you. Above everything, he wanted you comfortable with him. He wanted you feeling safe and confident in the bed you shared.

But then you nodded.

“Yea?”

“Yes, Jake.”

He didn’t wait. With a giggle from your throat, Jake took your hand and led you along, up the stairs and through your bedroom door. He twisted and enveloped you in his arms, his hands fisting the fabric of your t-shirt as his face snuggled into your neck. He licked and sucked and nipped; happily drowning in your taste and smell and that wonderful heat of your skin from your racing pulse.

For the first time in ages, he heard your sweet moan. And it was a damn drug. It was the gust of air that fed the ember inside him, turning it into a familiar flame that only burned for you. That sound was exactly as he remembered. It was exactly what he’d been craving. It was the sound he’d cruelly dreamt of for months and woken up hard to, unable to find release in the way he most wanted. Hearing it now made that hardness painful; achy within the confines of his pants. He was so desperate and so needy but so very willing to be a weak man for the woman he loved, because fuck, did he love you. And you were finally accepting him instead of pushing him away.

His hands and lips trailed up to your face, palms holding your cheeks again, lips pressing to yours and encouraging them to part so his tongue could slip inside. You blindly stripped one another of your clothes, jerking and tugging at garments without a care for how intact they remained, only allowing space between your bodies to yank shirts over heads and discard them on the floor before resealing your mouths.

He cupped your breasts, fingers kneading, stroking over the hardened peaks before moving to grip your waist. Thumbs idly ran over some of the newly formed ripples in your skin. He couldn’t help how much he wanted to explore the new mapping of your stomach, but when he did eventually trace a knuckle along one of the pregnancy-induced lines, you squeaked into his kiss and backed out of his reach.

He watched you with caution, remaining silent to give you a chance to ease the panic in your system, to let you come back to yourself and remember where you were. In his bedroom—your bedroom—with him. Not judged, but safe and loved. Loved so much it was a vice grip around his heart. He considered telling you again as he had every day since you came back, but he wanted you to realize for yourself that you had nothing to fear with him, nothing to be embarrassed about. He didn’t care about stretch marks. He wished he could’ve been there when they formed. He wished he could’ve seen you swollen with his baby, growing round and healthy to protect the little one inside you.

Maybe one day he would.

The unease in your eyes calmed enough that when Jake outstretched his hand, you took it. And then he started to kneel before you, holding your stare as he descended inch by inch until his knees were digging into the carpet. Leaning closer, he let his kisses line the marks, causing your stomach to clench, your breath to hitch, your fingers to weave into his hair.

“You okay, Honey?” he asked, his voice gritty, and you nodded as he carefully guided the thin cotton underwear down your thighs.

The oxygen left, every bit of it fully sucked from his lungs at the sight of you all delicate and pink and glistening. So bare and perfect. He stared for a moment, many moments, hot pants escaping through his lips, then his eyelids fell closed and his forehead rested on your stomach. His grip on your hips tightened as he kept you close.

There was so much relief in knowing that he was the last man to touch you there. The last to taste you and be inside you. That this, you, all of it, was still his. And he would forever keep it that way if you decided to let him.

“Fuck, Honey,” he muttered. “I missed you so much.”

He scattered more kisses wherever he could, marking you, hoping to brand you, and in no rush to move on from doing so. He completely lost himself, right there on his knees. And he wanted to stay put. As far as he was concerned he was in the perfect spot. Such an easy position in which to worship you.

As his lips went lower, your fingers tangled deeper into his hair, nails scraping over his scalp and shooting sharp tingles down his spine.

“Jake, I miss—” you began, but the rest of whatever you planned to say slipped away, replaced by a whimper when two of his fingers ran through your slick folds.

“So beautiful.” He peered up at you. “Honey, can I?”

He could admit it wasn’t an entirely selfless ask. Having his face buried in your pussy was another facet of those dreams that tortured him, but he wanted to kick himself when he saw a harsh gulp constrict your throat. He should’ve given it a half-second of thought, to realize that focusing on you in that way, putting everything into pleasuring only you rather than the shared give and take would feed the vulnerability you weren’t yet ready to tackle.

“Or, ” he added, raising to full height, “we could just…save that for later?”

“Yes, please.”

A smile took over his face that remained until you smiled back, then he pressed his lips to the back of your hand before capturing your mouth in another kiss.

“Anything you want,” he promised.

“I want you.”

“Then you’ll have me.”

He helped you lay back on the bed and with a hand on each of your knees, spread your legs wide enough to accommodate his hips so he could settle above you. Another thing he’d desperately missed—seeing you below him, your bodies intertwined, your limbs wrapped around him to keep him close. He loved having you in any position, but this made him feel like more than a lover; he felt like a protector…your protector. He got to keep you safe as he made you feel good, as you made him feel good.

Jake shifted his hips back and forth and back and forth, rubbing his cock over your center and coating his sensitive flesh in the wetness gathered there. It felt earth-shatteringly good and he hadn’t even been inside you yet, but so much time had gone by and it was wildly better than his memory, and maybe his little joke about coming too soon was about to be a whole lot more likely.

His eyelids sealed and he dropped his head against your neck, taking a deep inhale and exhale as he continued to move above you. Breathe, man, he told himself. Just breathe.

You let out a faint noise, a mix of his favorite moans and whimpers, but something else too, and Jake leaned back to meet your eyes.

Anxiety. Just a hint, but it was there, swirling in your irises.

“It’s ok, beautiful,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours; noses nudging. “It’s just you and me, right? We’ve done this before.” He gave you a deep kiss that then moved to your cheek, your jawline, your neck. “Just you and me.”

When you nodded and slipped your arm around his neck, Jake reached between your bodies to grasp himself, pumping once, twice, before lining his length up with your core.

“Ready, Honey?”

While he wanted your confirmation, he didn’t hate taking the extra moment to ensure he was ready as well; that he could handle it. Just one more second to soak in the surge of everything he was about to feel. Everything he already felt, but increased tenfold.

“Yes,” you replied.

Yes. Yes. Yes. An answer he suddenly realized he wasn’t sure he’d receive. But he had. You gave it, and that acceptance was all he needed to start pushing inside you.

You were warm and tight and velvety, your walls squeezing him and sucking him in further and torturing him so goddamn deliciously.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his forehead into yours, finding himself on the verge of matching the shivers that overtook your body.

He didn’t move—couldn’t, honestly. He was terrified to hurt you after a year of you not being stretched like this, so he had to let you adjust. But remaining so still forced him to feel every clench and flutter of your walls around him.

“Honey, you’re gonna kill me.”

You hummed contently and tightened your arms around his shoulders. “You can move.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. Then he did as you told.

With a sigh of relief, Jake slowly began to drag out before driving back in, again and again and again at an even pace that brick by brick built the tension spreading throughout his body. He angled his thrusts to hit that spot you liked—the spot he’d never forget—and was rewarded with sweet gasps and mumbled prayers of ‘oh my god’ in his ear.

“Good?” he asked.

Lips parted, your head tipped back into the mattress. “S-So good.”

His hands were all over. Your breasts, your waist, your hips, grabbing handfuls of your ass, moving back up to tangle into your hair as he melded your mouths. They couldn’t decide where they wanted to be, so they chose everywhere.

“You’re so perfect, Honey. So amazing.”

His hips ground against yours in such an excruciatingly lazy manner, all by his choice. He was contributing to his own ache, but he didn’t want it to end. He was positive things would be ok after the night was over. They would go back to the way they once were now that he’d reassured you with his words and touch. This would not be the last time he had you, not by far, and he knew it, but he still couldn’t allow the moment to pass without savoring it to its fullest. He didn't want to let it go quite yet.

You, however, were already on the edge. He could feel you; could tell you were so quickly about to lose it when your nails carved into his back. But he knew you needed a little more, so he dipped his fingers lower and pressed down on your clit. His thumb moved in time with his thrusts, each shove of his hips into yours matching one circular motion around the sensitive bud.

He continued until you clung to him like he was your lifeline, his name strung out with your cries as you came.

Jake groaned, holding you as tightly as you did him, biting into your shoulder, just trying to keep it together so he could continue pumping in and out of you to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible. But you made it damn hard. Your pussy was destroying him. Milking him like you wanted him to give you another baby, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to fall apart.

“Jake…” It shuddered off your lips.

“I love you,” he said. “So much. So fucking much.”

He didn’t expect the same words in return. He just needed you to know, to never forget. Not for a single second did he want you questioning how he felt about you. He wanted you to wake each morning remembering those words, keeping them locked in your mind so you always had immediate access.

You kissed him then, and the heat of your lips, the raw emotion behind their gentle pressure, sent his brain swirling. You were in no rush, your mouth moving with his as if you had all the time in the world to enjoy one another—which you now did. You had your whole lives. Thank God.

“You’re everything, Honey," he said after the kiss broke.

When you cupped his cheek, his eyes snapped open. He hadn’t realized they were screwed shut. They met yours.

You shook your head, a glassiness making the lovely shade of your irises richer. “Jake, you are everything. You."

He cursed under his breath because that was it. Hearing you say that was all it took to turn him into an absolute goner. You swiped away the last morsel of his control, and with his arm clamped to your waist, he spilled inside you.

His hips stuttered. A growl that only you could cause rumbled from his chest, vibrating in his throat. And then he stilled completely.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that, panting above you, but he didn’t care, and neither did you seem to.

When his heartbeat calmed and the hazy, thick thumping in his ears subsided, Jake rolled onto his back, flipping you with him. You sat up on his lap, pulling your hair away from your damp skin to cool yourself off—and while you were a beautiful display, a work of fucking art, Jake wasn’t having it. He wasn’t ready to allow any distance from you.

“Come back here,” he playfully grumbled, and with a hand on your neck, gently pulled you back down until you were chest to chest.

He kissed you slowly, sucking lightly on your bottom lip as his other hand traveled the length of your spine, stopping once he reached the swell of your ass. He could feel the curve of your smile against his mouth.

“Jake,” you mumbled, but he refused to release you from the kiss. That sweet uttering of his name only made him hold you closer, and your giggle at his stubbornness didn’t deter him.

You tilted your head just out of reach, prompting Jake’s whine as his lips chased after yours.

“Quit it.” He sighed in semi-mock frustration, struggling not to smile when your laugh bounced around the room. “It’s not funny. Let me be all over you.”

“I’m home now, Jake. You can be all over me whenever you want.”

“Great, then keep kissing me.”

He lifted his chin, but you placed your fingertips atop his mouth before it could meet yours. He resisted the urge to sneak his tongue out to taste your skin.

“I have something I would like to say. And you’re going to listen.”

Always, he would’ve said, but he had a feeling if he dared to part his lips to speak, you’d figure out a less fun way to shut him up. When he made it obvious that he no longer had intentions to interrupt, you removed your hand to softly sweep along his jaw.

Your gaze turned honey-glazed as it roamed the features of his face, taking the time to examine each curve and line. He couldn’t guess if you were staring for seconds, minutes, hours…he didn’t care. He was watching you just as intently.

“So handsome,” you whispered, clearly more to yourself than for his benefit, but he swelled with pride nonetheless.

Finally, your eyes locked. You smiled again. “Jake, I missed you, too,” you confessed. “The entire time. From the very second I was gone. I thought about you every single day, and I don’t ever want you to doubt that, ok?”

You paused for a breath, and Jake tried to take the opportunity to tell you…well, everything. To repeat how much he loved you and missed you, to promise that you were the woman he was determined to be with for the rest of his life, to swear that he would always be there for you and Eve, but you stopped him before he could.

“Don’t, because whatever you’re going to say will make me cry; I just know it,” you said. “So here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to nod and say ‘Honey, I will never doubt that’ and then you can kiss me until we pass out, alright?”

Jake chuckled, but he did as you asked. He nodded, then put his hand at the back of your neck to draw you closer. He brushed his lips across yours in a feathery touch.

“Honey.” He let his voice deepen and he swore he felt your body shiver in response. “I will never ever doubt that.” You grinned in satisfaction. “And I am definitely going to kiss you until we pass out.”

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Love Like a Fathers

Request: Hello, hope you're having a good day/night, I was wondering if I could request Spencer x Father figure reader, theyre On a case the unsub tries to kill Spencer but reader protects him and gets hurt himself.

Pairing: platonic!Spencer reid x Father figure!reader

Summary: Y/n gets hurt protecting Spencer from an unsub, and y/n and spencer spend some time together at the hospital

warnings: cannon typical violence, gunshot wounds/blood, swearing, s1 spencer being an adorable little cutie-pie <3

A/N: Friend I'm so so so sry this has been a WIP for like month😭- I've had like no motivation to write :( thank you for the patience and for the lovely request, and although ive never written platonic for spencer, i did my best! btw the lovely dividers are by @cafekitsune (not proof read)

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Spencer Reid and Y/n L/n weren’t related by blood, but if you asked anyone that knew them- they would tell you that it doesnt matter. y/n treated spencer like the son he never had, and spencer treated y/n like the father he lost. Even if you didn’t know them, you could tell the pair were close. Spencers intellect bounced well of y/n’s wisdom. Hotch knew this, and often paired spencer with y/n because of it. And when they got called to a case in the small town of Trutney, Alabama, it was no different.

As soon as the plane landed l/n and reid had been paired off to go to the M.E.’s to look at the one body they had so far. And so the next 2 days went by as uneventfully as they could go on a case with the BAU. Interviews, and case files - take out around a conference table and calls to garcia- just a regular BAU case. Until the last day when they were sure they had the right guy; Daniel Wilson, he fit the profile perfectly. And so the team was spilt into 2 groups; one going to the house and one going to the workplace. Hotch sent y/n and spencer to the back knowing y/n would have spencers back if anything happened.

As they crept through the long hallways silently the pair would share glances every now and then. When they reached a split Y/n made a silent flick of his wrist ordering spencer to take the path to the right while y/n would take the path to the left. Y/n stalked down the hall with his gun raised leaving Spencer to do the same with the other hallway.

Y/n was clearing the final room at the end of the hall when the distant sound of grunting and a gun shot. Without another though y/n raced down the hall toward the continuous grunting yelping. Y/n just barely remembered to call for back up as he ran- Morgan's voice sounding through the phones speakers.

"What's up L/n-"

He was interrupted by y/n's out breath voice.

"I heard a shot from Reid's side of the house I need backup"

Before Morgan could respond y/n hung up, stuffing the phone in his back pocket. When y/n reached the source of the sounds, he found a door slightly ajar. He pushed it open all the way to find Spencer on the loop ground with the unsub above him. They were pushing against eachother trying sway the barrel of the gun in their favor. Spencer was trying to push the barrel away from his head while the unsub did the opposite. Without hesitation y/n crossed the room and grabbed the unsub roughly by his shoulders throwing him away from spencer. Spencer took no time at all the scramble away, his feet sliding as he fumbled to push himself away. Meanwhile y/n and the unsigned were in a struggle for the gun. And almost as if in slow mo, spencer saw a bullet leave the barrel and enter y/ns shoulder- right where his neck met his shoulders. The resounding bang that came with it caused spencers ears to ring. but caused everything to come back to normal speed was the second gunshot, from y/n to the unsubs chest. He fell to the ground, bleeding out.

“Spencer! spencer i need you to put pressure on the wound- okay?”

Despite the many filed first aid books he’d read, spencer couldnt recall a single bit of information- and was only listening y/n’s instructions.

“alright now use my sweater- ya its right over there. We need something to stop the bleeding-“

Y/n interrupted himself with small grunts and grimaces every time his shoulder moved. But luckily spencer was in it enough to properly use the sweater y/n had provided.

At this point spencers hands were soaked in blood, and so was the sweater. It was warm, and sticky- drying and cracking on the back of his hands. Just then Morgan came storming in, a mix of swat and paramedics trailing behind him. A paramedic took the sweater from spencer’s hands and he was pulled away by Morgan to checked out- despite his protests. spencer was quite insistent he stay with y/n but Morgan settled him enough to get checked out by telling him that he would be updated if anything happened.

Spencer stood in front of the open doors of an ambulance- restlessly wringing his hands together while an EMT patched the small gash on his forehead. Spencer had resisted saying anything about how he thought it was unnecessary- as it wasn’t even bleeding that much. But spencer knew better than to argue with Morgan at this point.

Spencer practically ran- which he didn’t do very often- to the nearest large black SUV. As he walked/ran across the lawn he called out to morgan.

“St. Mary’s right?”

“on 32nd street-“

spencer didnt allow morgan to finish- instead climbing into one of the FBI vehicles littering the street.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital burned spencers retinas as spoke the woman at the desk.

“excuse me where is Y/n L/n’s room?’

as he spoke, spencer drummed his fingers against the desk- anxious to see y/n. Make sure he was okay.

“Down the hall and to your left, room 328 sir”

Spencer barely managed a curt thank you and nod before he was speed walking down the hall. the lights in the hospital clashed with the stark white of the hall when spencer entered. They were dimmed to be only slightly brighter than the dark sky through the glass. spencer found y/n asleep soundly with a large bandage across his shoulder and butterfly bandages littering his exposed chest and face. Spencer could feel some of the weight lift off his shoulders when his eyes met y/ns closed ones.

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Despite the dim light it still took effort for y/n keep his eyes open once he woke up. The first thing he noticed was sleeping form of Spencer draped over an uncomfortable looking chair. His back and neck were bent forward in what looked to be a not very comfortable position to sleep in.

Spencer stirred when y/n grunted quietly from the pain of sitting himself up. Spencer immediately rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went to help y/n, and as always y/n tried to tell Spencer he was fine and didn't need help. But y/n always made an exception for Spencer- especially he insisted with his innocent honey brown eyes.

"Spence I'm fine bud- come sit with me"

Y/n had a smile on his face and patted the spot next to him which he had now made by scooching over. Spencer shyly climbed up next y/n, his slacks and blazer looking out of place to the hospital gown y/n was wearing.

"You know you really scared me back there-"

Spencer was staring at his hands as he spoke- remembering the blood that had once coated them. Y/n took the opportunity to place a comforting comforting hand on Spencer's back, rubbing back and forth the way y/ns own family did.

"I know- but you can't rid of me that easily bud"

They both laughed lightly at that and instead of responding verbally Spencer leaned his head on y/ns shoulder, appreciating the warmth of y/ns excess internal heat. Spencer was often the one to take advantage of the human heater of a person y/n was. And this was one of those moments.

No more words were needed for the rest of the evening. They weren't needed for anything- the team could handle it (and it helped that Hotch knew how stressed Spencer was and let him know he could stay at the hospital with y/n).

And there; in the dimly lit hospital room, that smelled of disinfectant, Spencer felt more comforted than in his own home.

The End

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Once Again Part II🤍

summary. jaehyun and his classmates go through the darkness of adulthood filled with bitterness, where both of them ended finding each other sparks in within

genre. high school! au, second chance love, fluff

words count. 8.0k

disclaimer. the story is fully fictional. other names mentioned are just for the story and pure imagination, with no bad intentions

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The smell of paper and the whole aura of space are as peaceful as nature, bringing you and the other students in the library to a state of peace as if it were a treat to your minds. Well, at least that was what Jaehyun thought when he declined his teammates' offer of lunch.

He still couldn't bring himself to face Eunwoo ever since the incident at the couch office.

"Why him?"

"Why now?"

"How could he?"

Those are the only thoughts that crossed over his head for the past few days. He closes his book for the day, dragging his feet back to the class. He had his shirt unbuttoned at the top with his tie loosely dangling around his neck. He tries his best to keep himself composed, but there are times he wishes the world to shut its mouth for him to swear it out.

He closes the wooden door behind him as he walks into the classroom. With the class still half empty, he could see you taking your seat. Surely you too just arrived at the classroom. You were in your sports attire, wiping some sweat across your face with a small towel your friend in front of you offered.

"Thanks," you smile at her.

Jaehyun swings his eyes off you as he takes his seat, way back from you. Mingyu was already there by the time he got there.

"Is it true?" Mingyu asked, leaning forward to Jaehyun.

"What do you mean?"

"I heard y/n has been practising alone for the festival dance."

Jaehyun turned sharply to Mingyu behind him, his forehead wrinkled in surprise as the sense of heat rinsed in his body. Only god knows how much he hates this guy right now.

"What did you say?" he frowns, feeling agitated.

"She's been practicing alone. I thought you have known it already, you always stay longer to practice on your own."

He felt bad hearing that. Indeed, he stays a little longer, but he usually turns his back on both of you. He notices how you usually start warming up earlier before Eunwoo came, and he thought it was better for him not to face them. Not sure wonder it was the sight of Eunwoo or both of you dancing, but it wasn't something pleasant for him to look at.

"Why is she alone anyway?" he asked.

"Some said Choi Ye Won didn't like both of them together, but Eunwoo said he didn't need that much practice anyway. An open interpretation I guess,"

Mingyu shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back in his seat, clearly not interested in continuing the conversation. Jaehyun did the same, turning back to his seat.

The teammates took a glance over the door as a familiar figure walks into the court.

It was you.

You looked drained and exhausted today because you came after your art lessons. The red eyes and little eye bags under your eye didn't help you from hiding the tiredness.

Nor the sadness.

Jaehyun couldn't help but stare pitifully at you as you already took a seat between those benches. He saw you slowly leaning back in the seat, closing your heavy eyes, letting yourself drift into a short nap. There are a few minutes left before the training ends, which fits perfectly for you to rest.

He snapped out from his empathizing back to the court. With the focus in his eyes, he ends the training more passionately today.

The whistle blown by the coach woke you up, signaling the training over. The team disperses around the court before heading to the changing room. Jaehyun could see Eunwoo making his way to you as he said something to you. The nosy Jaehyun would want to walk closer to them just to eavesdrop, but he didn't. He thought it would be better if he left both of you alone, and for that, he picked up the ball and continued with his training.

As the teammates emptied the court, you slowly made your way to the opposite side of the court from Jaehyun. Everyone left the area, even Eunwoo, leaving only you and Jaehyun both minding your own business.

It's usually like this, but this time Jaehyun decided to take a peek at you in between his training. To what he and everyone assumed, you were indeed practicing alone.

He immediately stops his training and walks sternly to you. He now looks angrier than concerned.

"Where's Eunwoo?" he asked, taking you off guard.

You turned slightly towards Jaehyun, and a soft smile forms on your face.

"Hi Jaehyun," you were trying to avoid the question.

"Answer me!" he rinsed his voice with his eyes narrowed.

He scared you and made you flinch a little; you never heard him scream before. Jaehyun had always tried his best to be soft with you. He feels intense regret gradually taking over his head when he saw your eyes become watery after he screamed. He shifted his eyes immediately to somewhere else. It broke him to see you like this, although he knew he didn't mean it that way.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry-"

But your response was sharp, tinged with hurt and frustration. "Why did it take you so long to ask?" you choked out, tears streaming down your face like a torrent. Your voice, though not as loud as Jaehyun's earlier yell, carried the weight of your emotions.

"Are you... angry?"

You didn't answer; you folded one arm to your face, covering those teary eyes. How you wished it would stop anytime now.

"I asked you, didn't I? I've already said I'm sorry. Are you angry at me?" he pressed, desperation creeping into his tone.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. He left... after telling me, once again, that he'll practice later," your response was barely audible, your words choked with tears.

You gasped between sobs, trying to fit words in when you could. For days you'd fought back the emotion, but you couldn't do it any longer. The emotions you felt were too heavy for you.

You sobbed so hard you began choking; it looked like you were not going to stop anytime soon. Without realizing, his eyes got teary too. Jaehyun hated that sight, this appearance of you buried with bruises of tears, he hated the eyesight so much that he stormed out of the court without a doubt. He wanted nothing more than to haunt Eunwoo, throwing a fist across his small face.

One for him.

One for you, he thought.

He ran down the stairs next to the court aimlessly. The heavier his steps got, the more he came back to his sense of rationality.

He has no idea where he is, and neither does y/n.

Breathless with anger, he closed his eyes, going silent as he tried to drag emotion back under where he didn't need to feel it. Grinding his teeth, Jaehyun exhaled noisily through his pursed lips as he palmed his face with his hand.

Once again, the rage almost took him over.

He quickly makes his way back to the court after realizing he left you inside alone. No explanation, no nothing. He was no better than Eunwoo after all.

Jaehyun longed to comfort you, to soothe your tears with a gentle touch or a warm embrace. But he hesitated, unsure if his presence would be welcomed in your vulnerable moment. Watching you cry broke his heart; he had never seen you so distressed before. Each apology he uttered felt inadequate, a feeble attempt to ease your pain.

"Y/n, I'm sorry," he repeated for what felt like the twelfth time, his voice tinged with regret.

But your response was weary, your eyes red and your voice strained from crying.

"You've said that already," you murmured, meeting his gaze with a mixture of exhaustion and sadness.

"I'll say it as many times as it takes, just to make you smile again," he reassured you, his voice filled with warmth. With a gentle touch, he wiped away your tears, silently promising to be there until your sadness faded away.

Your smile, though tinged with traces of sadness, warmed his heart. You reached out to him, and for a moment, you were lost in your own little world of understanding and empathy.

"I do feel better now," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

After what seemed like an eternity, your sobs began to subside, and Jaehyun couldn't help but smile in relief.

"Do you still want to practice?" he asked gently, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You nodded, your eyes lighting up with newfound determination.

"Yes."

"Then let me practice with you," he offered, extending a hand towards you.

An enormous smile spread across their face as their smile deepened the wrinkles wizening their face. The thought of being each other companion for the evening sparks excitement in them.

"I've seen you practise with Eunwoo, I can try dancing with you"

"So-", Jaehyun continues. He let out one of his hands, palms shown in front of you while another bent behind his back and leaned down.

"Can I offer you a dance?", he smiled.

You giggled and laughed at his actions. It was a cheesy action but you loved how he felt comfortable with you.

"Okay", your eyes were alight with joy taking his offering hand in yours as a yes to his question gladly.

In no time, you radiate the same energy back to Jaehyun. Both of you drag each other to the wooden tiles that are now so-called the dance floor. You gazed across the wooden floor and, with a sudden burst of courage and warmness, your eyes sparkled with glimmer before lifting your head up to Jaehyun giving him a soft smile. As the imaginary thrumming rhythm of classical music whispered into their ears, you began to dance.

The two of you danced as if the music was playing in the background, the joy definitely brought both of you to your own new euphoric world. For a moment, all the bitterness of reality escapes them. The only things in their new world were waves of laughter and joyless. Neither of you wanted to leave this contentment.

As the math lesson droned on, your mind wandered, your fingers idly sketching in your notebook. You let out a sigh of boredom, your gaze drifting across the classroom.

Spotting Seokmin dozing off, you couldn't resist the urge to draw him. With a mischievous grin, you began to sketch, adding exaggerated details to capture his sleepiness.

But as you worked, your thoughts turned to Jaehyun, and before you knew it, his image began to take shape on the page. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should continue, but something compelled you to keep drawing.

By the time the bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson, you had finished your sketch. But before you could erase it, your classmate Saerom caught sight of it.

"What did you draw?" Saerom asked, leaning in for a closer look.

Your heart raced as you tried to think of an explanation.

"Oh, just some doodles," you replied dismissively, hoping to avoid any further questions.

But before you could erase the sketch, Eunwoo intervened, his eyes narrowing as he examined the drawing. Your heart sank as you realized he had recognized Jaehyun in the sketch.

Before you could react, your class president, Seokmin, announced a new topic for discussion: ideas for the upcoming school festival. Amidst the chaos of brainstorming, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach.

Eunwoo's discomfort was palpable as he observed Jaehyun and Mingyu exchanging smirks over the proposed idea, a confession booth. In truth, Eunwoo wasn't fond of the idea at all. He couldn't comprehend why some people were so hesitant to express their feelings openly, especially when it came to matters of love.

"I don't think that will work. The teachers are really against any activity related to 'dating,' remember?" Seokmin interjected, disrupting the class's momentary excitement.

A collective sigh swept through the room as frustration began to creep in. But before their disappointment could fully settle, Your voice cut through the air with a solution.

"We could propose it as a counseling booth—"

"—and keep both people anonymous," you suggested, causing all eyes to turn to her.

The classmates exchanged glances, surprised to hear you speaking up in class for the first time. For Jaehyun, your newfound assertiveness sparked an unfamiliar emotion within him. Unsure of what to make of it, he felt his heart leap in response to witnessing this side of you.

Indirectly, they signalled their agreement with the proposal, nodding slowly in unison.

"Hey, that's a good idea, y/n," Seokmin chimed in awkwardly, quickly adapting to the new dynamic.

"We all could do that, right?"

The class nodded in agreement, settling on the suggestion as they prepared to distribute tasks for the event. However, their planning was interrupted by Eunwoo's question.

"Do y/n and I still need to contribute to the booth?" he asked. "We'll be busy practising for the festival."

The classroom collectively sighed at his reluctance to participate, understanding that Eunwoo was trying to avoid additional responsibilities. They had grown accustomed to his behavior by now.

"You can be excused if you want," Seokmin offered before you interjected.

"I don't mind helping. I could assist on the day of the event before our performance," you volunteered.

The class fell silent, taken aback by your newfound assertiveness. The quiet, reserved girl they once knew was now speaking up and refusing to be overlooked. With your willingness to help, the class agreed to let her assist on the day of the event while they assigned tasks to others.

Jaehyun let out a heavy sigh as he sank down onto his haunches, attempting to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He couldn't bear to face the reality of the situation unfolding before him: sitting in a room with Mr. Lee, the guidance counselor who should have been eyeing him for the scholarship, instead focusing on Eunwoo.

He had never wanted to escape a room more desperately.

"Come to think of it, Eunwoo has more potential," Mr. Lee remarked. "I spoke to your homeroom teacher. You're interested in becoming an architect now. There are plenty more scholarship opportunities in that field."

Jaehyun struggled to contain his emotions. This was the second time this month that Mr. Lee and the counselor had summoned him to their office, each time subtly indicating that they favored Eunwoo and were prepared to overlook Jaehyun.

In a fit of rage, Jaehyun threw open the door and stormed out, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But as he prepared to unleash his pent-up frustration, he heard someone calling out to him, causing Jaehyun to turn slightly.

"We need to talk," Eunwoo said.

The basketball court was silent as Jaehyun and Eunwoo took their seats on the benches, bracing themselves for a difficult conversation. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, stifling any attempts at casual conversation. Finally, Eunwoo broke the silence.

"Let me take the offer," he said.

With those words, Jaehyun felt a surge of anger rising within him. The scholarship meant everything to him—it was his ticket to a better future, one that would lift his family out of poverty.

"They may not say it, but they're choosing me because my father has more to offer than yours. Enroll in the architecture course instead." Eunwoo continued.

Jaehyun stared at Eunwoo in disbelief, struggling to process what he was hearing.

"What?" he managed to utter, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Take the architecture student program offer. If this basketball issue is part of my father's plan, then he'll provide more than enough for you with architecture. But there's something you need to do," Eunwoo continued, his tone grave.

"You have to get into my father's company, Nexus Architecture and position yourself on the board."

Jaehyun felt a chill run down his spine at Eunwoo's words. For the first time, he found himself questioning Eunwoo's motives, his anger bubbling to the surface.

"Do you think this is a joke?" Jaehyun snapped, his voice laced with fury. "Do you live so comfortably that you can just dictate what others should do?"

"It's because I live comfortably that I don't have the courage to defy my father," Eunwoo replied, his voice tinged with desperation.

"They're planning to blame Evergreen Designs & Associates, y/n's company for fraud, and the next project site will be in your parents' neighborhood. It's an illegal project, approved through bribery," Eunwoo revealed.

"They're hiring inexperienced workers for the project so they can easily dispose of them afterward, and the fewer people who know, the better."

Jaehyun's shoulders sagged as the weight of Eunwoo's words sank in. It was a harsh reminder of the harsh realities faced by families like his.

"It's the game of the rich, and we're just pawns in it," a voice whispered in Jaehyun's head.

Summoning his resolve, Jaehyun met Eunwoo's gaze, his eyes filled with determination.

"So what do I do now?" he asked.

"You play the game," Eunwoo replied.

Jaehyun rested his head heavily on the desk, the weight of his unsorted thoughts and decisions pressing down on him. Lost in his own mental labyrinth, he didn't immediately register your gentle knocks on the desk.

"Maybe it's too soft," you mused to yourself, rapping slightly louder.

"Jaehyun, everyone is going to lunch. You should eat something," you urged.

Gradually, Jaehyun reoriented himself to the present, acknowledging your presence before quickly adjusting to a sitting position.

"Yes, you should too, y/n," he replied nervously, straightening his scattered stationery.

You offered him a soft smile before retreating to your desk, and he reciprocated with a shy smile of his own once your gaze shifted. His eyes lingered on the lunchbox you typically brought during their shared lunch breaks, and he found himself scratching the back of his head, mustering the courage to initiate a conversation.

"Urm, hm," he stuttered as he approached you, who looked puzzled by his sudden change in demeanour.

"Jaehyun? Are you okay?" y/n inquired, concern evident in your voice. His ears flushed crimson.

"Are you going to lunch at the school field again?"

"Oh yes, since I'm not practicing—"

"Can I join you?" Jaehyun blurted out.

"Can I join you today?"

As they made their way to a nearby bench, you wasted no time in starting her meal.

"I'll make it quick, okay?" you assured him, mindful of their past difficulties. Jaehyun turned his gaze to her, his hand resting on his knee.

"It's okay, you can take your time," he replied, a diagonal smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

In no time, his smile was mirrored by you. This side of Jaehyun was new to you, and you found yourself drawn to it. Memories of the shared experiences, like sightseeing among the flowers and dancing in the hall, flooded back to you, though the unspoken agreement to return to their usual aloofness afterwards lingered in your mind, questioning your significance to him. Breaking eye contact, you pushed her lunchbox toward Jaehyun as she began to speak.

"You should eat too, Jaehyun," you said, ignoring his confusion.

Jaehyun took a gimbap from her lunchbox, and the two of you made the silent lunch a routine that stretched over several weeks.

But as their classmates began preparing booths and Jaehyun became engrossed in the activity while you busied yourself with dance practice, their shared lunches gradually faded into memory.

That day y/n found yourself alone once more during lunchtime, your eyes scanning Jaehyun's vacant desk before you reluctantly left for practice.

As you reached for the door, your heart fluttered as someone on the other side. It was Jaehyun. Your eyes met, sparking a moment of anticipation in your chest. You held her breath, waiting for him to break the silence.

But as Jaehyun passed by without a word, the hope that had briefly flickered within extinguished like a candle in the wind. Leaving you standing alone in the doorway, grappling with the unanswered questions that hung heavy in the air.

The corridor echoed with the sound of their footsteps, each step a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between them. Your mind buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions, from frustration to sadness to a lingering sense of longing. You couldn't help but wonder if the silent lunches had ever held any significance for Jaehyun.

With a heavy sigh, you resigned yourself to the reality of their situation. As you turned away from the doorway, your shoulders slumped with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

The day of the festival arrived with an air of anticipation and excitement, as students buzzed with energy about the various attractions and activities planned for the day. Among the many booths and stalls set up on the school grounds, one in particular stood out—a counseling booth, discreetly tucked away in a quiet corner.

This seemingly ordinary counseling booth held a secret—it was actually a hub for love confessions where your class had plan out to use the guise of counseling to provide a safe and private space for students to express their romantic feelings to their crushes. Throughout the day, a steady stream of nervous and hopeful students discreetly made their way to the booth, each carrying a letter or message professing their love to someone special.

You welcomed the visitor with warm smiles and reassuring words, creating an atmosphere of trust and confidentiality as you were in charge of handling the booth that afternoon.

“Hi, who would like to talk to?”, you asked.

“I would like to talk to Jaemin from the freshmen’s”, the girl infront of you whispered quietly.

You had to laugh, you were familiar with the name as it was mention quite a few times this morning. With the information, you tapped Minghao, one of your classmates who were in charge of calling out the person and you directly the girl in a small stall for her to confess. The seats were divided by a window with a black cloth, so the confessor will kept anonymous.

As you make your way back at the counter of the booth, you smiled when Jaemin figure approached the small stall of the nth time today.

“Y/n, you can go now and prepare for the dance”, your classmate told you.

“Oh right, I almost forgot about that. Thanks for filling me in.”

Just when you were about to reach the changing room for your performance, Minghao took you ny suprise when he tapped your shoulders.

“y/n, someone’s looking for you”

—

“So this is what they felt”, you thought when you quietly sat at the small stall, not knowing what to feel.

There was a moment of silence before you saw a blurry image of the anonymous person entering across the black cloth window. It sort of familiar to you but you didn’t want to jump into conclusion that fast.

“Hm, hi y/n”

You recognise the moment the person called your name.

“Hi, do you have anything to say to me?”

“I do, I have a few actually”, you can see his blurry figure going through some notes at his hands before continuing.

“I don’t know where to start, but I think it’s better off I apologise to you first for the long due lunch incident with the basketball team”.

“It’s okay, that’s too far in the past. But if it’s makes you any happier, I forgive you and for the record, I too would like to apologise for making you my impromptu lunch partner”

“NO! Don’t say that”, you was startled by the sudden protest.

“I found those lunches very helpful for me. The field was really calming and looking back to it, you looked really-“

“Y/n, what are you doing here? We need to practice “, Eunwoo suddenly opened the stall door from your side, cutting out Jaehyun’s confession.

You were puzzled at his actions. He had gone for the whole day and now he just magically appears to have some practice.

“I’m in a middle of a situation here, can you wait?”

“Of course not, I’ve been waiting for you”, as he grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the stall.

In that moment, you despised Eunwoo. The practice was a mess. He spent most of the time on his phone and scolded you for minor mistakes. After practice, he left right away. You quickly changed into your performance outfit, eager to move on to the closing ceremony.

—

As the opening of the closing ceremony approached, Y/N stood nervously backstage, dressed in her elegant gown and ready to perform the slow dance with Eunwoo. However, panic began to set in as Y/N and the rest of the team realized that Eunwoo was nowhere to be found. Without Eunwoo, their carefully planned performance was in jeopardy, and Y/N felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Jaehyun scanned his surroundings that was filled with whispers in the air as Y/N's classmates exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to do when the ceremony went off schedule.

"What's going on?" Jaehyun asked Seokmin, standing beside him in the audience.

"I heard Eunwoo isn't coming, so they can't start the show," Seokmin replied.

"What? I saw him just a few minutes ago with Ye Won."

"Really? Ye Won mentioned she was leaving. Maybe Eunwoo went with her?"

Jaehyun's anger flares up as he realizes Eunwoo's absence. By that time, the realisation that Eunwoo hadn't shown up because of Ye Won hit you like a wave of ice-cold water, leaving you with devastated and betrayed. You couldn't believe that Eunwoo would let his secret relationship with Ye Won interfere with the dance, especially after all the time and effort both of you had put into practising together.

The sting of betrayal cut deep as you struggled to come to terms with the situation. You felt a mix of anger, hurt, and sadness swirling inside her, threatening to overwhelm her entirely. As you stood there, grappling with her emotions, You couldn't shake the feeling of being let down.

"Hey, Y/N," Jaehyun approached them, catching you and the backstage team by surprise.

"I saw you practising a few times, and I know the routine. Let me stand in for Eunwoo," said Jaehyun.

There was a hint of reassurance in Jaehyun's voice as he reached out to take your hand. He knew it wasn't the ideal situation along with his casual attire of a leather jacket and jeans but he was determined to make the best of it and ensure that your hard work and dedication didn't go to waste.

Together, the two of you stepped onto the stage, Jaehyun standing in for Eunwoo as they prepared to perform their slow dance. With every step of the dance, Jaehyun kept his gaze steady, his movements precise and controlled. He didn't want to let his emotions show, especially not in front of the entire school. Instead, he focused on supporting you, ensuring that you felt confident and secure despite the unexpected turn of events.

Deep down, Jaehyun's heart ached for you. He hated seeing her upset, and he wished he could do more to ease her pain. But in that moment, all he could do was be there, standing by you side as the both of you danced together on the stage.

Although his efforts to maintain his stoic facade, there were moments when Jaehyun's eyes softened as he looked at you, a flicker of warmth and concern betraying his otherwise impassive expression. But he quickly masked those emotions, channeling his focus back into the dance, determined to support you through the performance.

After the performance, there's a brief moment of silence as the audience processes what just happened. Some whisper among themselves, speculating about Eunwoo's absence and Jaehyun's sudden appearance on stage. You and Jaehyun stand side by side, the tension palpable between them as you await the reaction of the crowd.

Suddenly, applause erupts from the audience, starting as a few scattered claps before growing into a thunderous ovation. You and Jaehyun exchange a surprised glance, both relieved and grateful for the positive response.

As you step off the stage, both of you are met with a flurry of questions and compliments from their classmates and friends. Some express curiosity about Eunwoo's absence, while others praise you and Jaehyun for their impressive performance.

The festival drew to an end, and the atmosphere was a mix of relief and exhaustion. Students began to trickle out of the venue, their energy spent from a day filled with performances, games, and festivities. Laughter and chatter filled the air as friends said their goodbyes and made plans for the evening. The atmosphere between Jaehyun and you was a mixture of relief and tension.

You exchanged awkward but sincere words of gratitude, thanking Jaehyun for the unexpected performance and support during the festival. As the usual bus approached the stop, you both boarded it.

Then, the bus neared a familiar stop, and your heart fluttered with a sudden impulse. Without thinking too much, you leaned forward and pressed the stop button, signalling the bus driver to halt. Jaehyun glanced at you in surprise, curious about your sudden decision.

"Hey, isn't this...?" Jaehyun began, but you cut him off with a smile.

"Yeah, it's the cherry blossom road. I thought we could take a walk there," you said, voice tinged with a hint of excitement.

Jaehyun's lips quirked up in a small smile, sensing the significance of the place for you. Without hesitation, both of you disembarked from the bus together and made your way to the familiar path lined with cherry blossom trees.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying the sweet scent of cherry blossoms as Jaehyun and you walked side by side. There was a comfortable silence between two of you, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft murmurs of their conversation.

Suddenly, Jaehyun broke the silence, his eyes lighting up with childlike wonder as he reached out to catch a cherry blossom in his hand. His movements were graceful yet determined as if he was trying to capture a fleeting moment of beauty.

"What are you doing?", you laughed at his actions.

"I'm trying to catch a cherry blossom, to make a wish"

Both of you continued laughing at Jaehyun's determination, it definitely lit up the dark night. Jaehyun's eyes sparkled with excitement as he held the cherry blossom delicately between his fingers.

"Got it!" he exclaimed triumphantly, a wide grin spreading across his face.

You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, feeling a warmth spread through you at the sight of his joy. As Jaehyun gazed at the cherry blossom in his hand, a thoughtful expression crossed his face. You watched him curiously, wondering what thoughts were running through his mind as he held onto the delicate flower.

Finally, he closed his eyes and made a silent wish, his expression serious yet hopeful. When he opened his eyes again, Jaehyun's gaze met yours.

"Can I ask what you wished for?" you asked.

A playful smile danced on Jaehyun's lips as he looked at you, his eyes reflecting the twinkling stars above.

"Well, someone once told me it's better to wish for someone else," he chuckled softly. "I wished for you. And for whatever you wish for to be granted."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, overwhelmed by the sincerity and tenderness in his voice. In that moment, it felt as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you immersed in a world of shared understanding and affection.

"You're silly, I wished for your happiness. So, are you happy?"" you teased affectionately.

"I'm happy with you," he confessed softly, his gaze filled with warmth and adoration. "Are you happy when you're with me?"

"Yeah, of course. Your my lunch partner"

Both of you laughed at your inside joke. As you both walked beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, Jaehyun couldn't shake off the weight of the decision he had been contemplating. The silence between you and Jaehyun was comfortable, but Jaehyun knew he had to breach the subject that had been weighing on his mind.

"Y/N," Jaehyun began.

His voice was gentle yet filled with uncertainty. Jaehyun took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing.

"Do you ever think about waiting... for me?", his words carrying a weight that hung in the air between them.

Your smile faltered slightly at Jaehyun's question, sensing that there was more to his words than he let on. You nodded, trying to suppress the unease that crept into your heart.

"I don't mind waiting," you replied, smiling.

Deep down, the feeling of uncertainty that lingered within you. You wondered why Jaehyun seemed distant lately as if he was hiding something. Little did you know, Jaehyun was wrestling with his own internal conflict.

For now, Jaehyun chose to keep his thoughts to himself, burying his inner trouble beneath a facade of calmness and composure. But deep down, the decision weighed heavily on his heart, casting a shadow over the blossoming relationship.

Years passed, and you never heard from Jaehyun. Eunwoo continued to support your life, filling the void left by Jaehyun's absence. Even with time, you couldn't shake the lingering ache in your heart, wondering what had become of Jaehyun and where life had taken him.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun immersed himself in the architecture student program in the States, throwing himself into his studies and accomplishing his and Eunwoo's mission. Yet, despite his determination to succeed, his heart remained heavy with the weight of the decision he had made. He couldn't shake the feeling of longing for the life he had left behind.

Until the day of the school reunion, your excitement surged within you as you attended the event, holding onto a small hope of meeting him again, perhaps reliving some of the memories from your university days. However, to your surprise and that of your classmates, he was nowhere to be found. Jaehyun was gone for good.

Eunwoo noticed the disappointment written all over your face after the reunion, and his heart sank for you. He felt guilty, understanding the intensity of the program and its demanding submission deadlines during that time. Thinking it best not to burden Jaehyun with this, he made the difficult decision to keep the matter to himself.

"Hey, do you want to do something? Anything would be good", Eunwoo asked, trying his best to cheer you up.

"I do, do you like to have some midnight walks?"

"Yeah sure, it's not too late for that."

Your face brightened with a glimmer of hope as Eunwoo agreed to accompany you. Leading him to the cherry blossom-lined road you once frequented with Jaehyun, you felt a sense of determination wash over you. It was time to let go of the past and create new memories, replacing the ones you once cherished with Jaehyun.

"Do you like it here?" you asked Eunwoo, looking for some reassurance.

"Yeah, it's nice," he replied, but his steps seemed slightly hesitant, and he glanced around with a faint furrow in his brow.

Your heart sank, realizing that this place didn't hold the same significance for him as it did for you and Jaehyun. Desperate to lighten the mood, you plucked a cherry blossom and extended it to him, hoping to share a moment of connection. However, he refused to take it.

"Let's keep walking"

You continued to study diligently ever since that fateful night, determined not to let lingering feelings and the past hold you back. It was time to focus and move forward. Before you knew it, you found yourself in your twenties, striding confidently through the doors of Evergreen Designs & Associates as a qualified architect.

Each day is filled with meetings and blueprints of projects, as you struggle to keep every in order. At night, you divert your tiredness to a glass of wine. Grasping on the temporary comfort it gives you.

As the anticipated moment arrives, Eunwoo stands in Incheon Airport, awaiting Jaehyun's arrival near the smoking area. Ignoring disapproving looks, he lights his last cigarette, finding a moment of calm in the busy airport. His thoughts drift to the day's tasks at Nexus Architects, where he's a qualified architect. He stubs out the cigarette when he sees his friend's arrival.

"You should have come out later; I haven't finished my cigarette."

"Let's just go," Jaehyun walks away with a grumpy expression, leaving Eunwoo standing in disbelief.

"You're welcome. I really don't mind picking you up at the airport."

It’s been a while since Jaehyun met Eunwoo. Even though both of them made the deal ten years back and are still very serious about it, they rarely keep in touch as for the time being, Jaehyun’s task was only to get himself on board at the company and today was the day.

Eunwoo slipped off his leather shoes at the doorstep before stepping into Jaehyun’s new apartment. The place had been fully furnished in advance when the company announced that Jaehyun would be stationed in Seoul. Jaehyun rolled his eyes at Eunwoo’s figure. Wondering out of all his high school friends, why is he still with Eunwoo.

“Do you have any cigarette? I wasn’t able to smoke the whole day at the company”, Eunwoo asked, heading to the balcony.

“I don’t smoke, Eunwoo”,

Filled his frustration, Eunwoo glared at Jaehyun. They were really the opposite of each other. He made his way to the island table as he sat, making himself comfortable while Jaehyun looked around his kitchen.

“You did great back there-”, Eunwoo praised.

“For all these years”

Jaehyun sighed. He had tried his best and push his limits to get where he is today. The memories flashback through his mind. Moving out his family to Seoul for a better and safer home, excelling the company’s student and internship program at the States and making his way to the project they aim for. He longed for some praise and rest, hoping to make the ends meet.

“Aren’t you curious about her?”, Eunwoo sudden curiosity took Jaehyun by suprise.

“I don’t know what you are talking about”,

“You definitely know what I’m talking about, she was one of our, a.k.a you, main reason of doing this”

“If you are going to talk about her, just spill it already”, Jaehyun said with all ears ready.

He wished to see you after all these years. How you were doing, did you long for him, did you even search for him. He wanted to know everything.

“She eating well, growing well, not to mention how she’s becoming into a beautiful lady over time-“, Jaehyun gave him a sharp gaze with a meaningful look of his own.

“And she’s about to be engaged with me”

There it was—the reality Jaehyun had been trying to deny, the true reason behind his eagerness to hear about your updates. He maintained his stoic expression, ensuring Eunwoo didn't see how swayed he was.

“I’m sorry, engaging with her about our family plan forever and it looks like they are still serious about it”

“Do you have feelings for her?”, Jaehyun confronted.

“Well, I do care for her, a big part of me wants to protect her”

“You’re not answering the question”

After a long pause, Eunwoo lifted his face from staring at his fingers that were playfully at the mug Jaehyun gave him. Making eye contact with Jaehyun, he embraced himself with courage.

“No, I don’t. I’m still in love with Ye Won”

“You’re a mess, Eunwoo”

Jaehyun could feel the rage building up inside him. He couldn't imagine how Eunwoo had been treating you, pretending and faking it all along. If his suspicions were correct, and you remained the same girl he knew back in high school, you would definitely be loyal and kind to him. He hated the thought.

After a late-night catch-up with Jaehyun, Eunwoo left the apartment. As the night grew darker, Jaehyun washed away his negative thoughts and went to bed.

You hurried into the convenience store near the company building, swiftly grabbing a sandwich and a can of coffee for your quick breakfast. The sudden meeting for the Tranquil Grove project disrupted your usual morning routine. This project, a collaboration between Nexus and Evergreen, held immense significance for you. It was the culmination of your parents' hard work, now entrusted to you to see through to completion. However, for Eunwoo and Jaehyun, it was merely a strategic move in their ongoing game, one they were eagerly waiting to execute.

As you pass by the can section, you swing the freezer open taking out the coffee.

"Excuse me," interrupting your action to close the freezer as the man took out another can of coffee and went straight to the reception.

"How rude", you thought.

You stood next to the man, waiting your turn to pay.

"I'll pay for hers as well"

Your fist tightly clenched in the other hand, feeling insulted. Feel that your mind made a poor decision in this situation when you grabbed the man's arm with ruthless pressure.

"Hey, do you think you could get away being rude just by buying me drinks?"

Your hands snapped back like they’d touched something hot as soon you recognised the person, his lips curled up to your reaction.

"Jaehyun?"

"Hi, y/n"

The two of you went to the Nexus Architects building together, learning that Jaehyun would also be attending the meeting. You used the short time to catch up with him, though it never seemed like enough. Just as you entered the building, you saw the board of directors gathered, including Eunwoo's father, whom both of you greeted with a bow.

"Let's grab lunch together; it's been a while," you offered, and Jaehyun nodded in agreement.

"Sure, you look great by the way"

"For someone who went MIA for years, you look great too Jaehyun"

His smile matches yours, in the moment as the two of you went back to focus on your work.

—

In no time, you found yourself irresistibly drawn back to Jaehyun, realizing he filled voids you didn't even know existed. With the work getting more intense, you find comfort in him giving you reassurance and stability that Eunwoo never gave you.

"So, tell me what was life like for you in the States",

You asked Jaehyun, leaning in with genuine interest as you sat across from him at the dinner table. He invited you over to dine at his apartment after a gruelling week, providing a much-needed break from the hectic routine.

His eyes lingered on your face, tracing every line, etching each detail into his memory. You found it hard to hold Jaehyun’s steady gaze, turning away with a shy smirk. His laughter echoed throughout the room, he found your actions adorable.

"It was nice. Though the cultural was a lot different from here, not to mention the winter", both of you laugh before his continues.

"But it nice to be at home, you know. Where the heart is"

You respond him to agree with his statement.

"How about you?"

You felt nausea churned your stomach. You did not want to remember how you got here, the lonely nights and competitive race in the reality world. You often yourself alone at the top. Now that your parents are arranging the engagement and wedding for you and Eunwoo, your heart aches.

"I... actually... I'm getting engaged to Eunwoo," you admitted, the words heavy on your tongue.

The silence took over the room after you announce. Jaehyun wanted to forget about the engagement, you deserve someone better. But he understood how you wanted to be honest to him and he was thankful for that.

"I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. I should leave," you said, sensing the tension as you reached for your coat.

"No, no, no, no! Can we just… stay here for a while?" he pleaded.

"A dinner won't hurt, trust me," he lied to himself.

"Okay."

As you resumed your dinner with him, you couldn't shake the feeling that if one of you had been brave enough to stand up for your feelings, the engagement might not have taken place.

The hectic day took a toll in you, dragging your feet out of the building at night. Looking at the time, it was late for dinner as you glanced around looking at any restaurant open. Eunwoo was supposed to have dinner with you tonight but it was cancelled last minute resorting to your overtime.

As you walk around the street for a bit, you bummed into Jaehyun. With the engagement news out, it was a bit awkward for you to meet up with him like this. Regardless of the situation, he gave you a soft grin.

He gotten familiar with you schedules during the days both of you spent catching up with each other.

“Working overtime?”

“Yeah, you too?”

“Yup, those companies better pay us good”

Your laughter echoed the night as his follows you. The silence overtakes you later. You refuse to believe your reality at the moment, so did Jaehyun. Yet, in the face of uncertainty, your desire for love wins over your pride.

“Do you want to head for dinner together?”, you asked bravely.

The night deepened by laughter and shared giggles between you and Jaehyun, as if in that moment, the two of you were the only ones in the world.

“I hated the most when..”, he playfully makes you guess.

“when the meeting exceed one hour?”

“YES!-“

“It just too much for me”, you laughing.

“I hate the most when I work overtime”

“But you always work overtime, y/n. Are starting to hate your job?”

“No, it’s not like that”, you corrects him before continuing.

“It’s just I hate that I’ll feel tired over it and resort to alcohol”

He listens to you carefully. During your times with him, he never sees you drinking. In fact you always refuse to drink when he offered. It was a surprise to him you felt that way.

“Do you feel you don’t have anything else to resort too?”, he asked.

“Yes, and now that I have grown older I realise I never took some time to figure out how to distress”

Jaehyun's heart sank; he never liked seeing you unhappy. He quickly finished his drink, promptly paying for the meal at the reception. His sudden action caught you off guard, leaving you feeling bewildered. As he returned to the table, he gently took your hand in his, silently reassuring you without a word.

“Let’s get going”

“To where?”, you rushed to gather you belongings.

“To find how to distress yourself”, he said cheerfully.

Later that night, you and Jaehyun enjoyed like high schoolers. From arcades, to street shopping and finally karaoke.

“You can never miss out this. I miss this the most when I was at the States”

You can feel the excitement building as you approach a popular karaoke bar. Inside, the neon lights dazzle, and the energy is contagious as you flip through the songbook, choosing your favorites. With microphones in hand, you and Jaehyun sing your hearts out to beloved K-pop tunes, immersing yourselves in the music and creating unforgettable memories together.

“Jaehyun, I need to use the bathroom”, you tapped his shoulders in the middle of the song.

Unlucky for you, he was too immersed with the song to notice you urgent need. Jaehyun seems to be enjoying singing so much that you decide to left him in the room, as you drag your feet to door. You were about to open it but the familiar figure in the next room, stops you.

It was Eunwoo and Ye Won, lost in their own world of love.

"Hey, close the door. We can't let the fun escape," Jaehyun called out to you.

He approached you, oblivious to the situation, until he stood next to your frozen expression, ready to close the door. It was then that he realized the chaos Eunwoo had caused.

“Y/n, let’s just go. He isn’t worth your time”, he tried to get your attention.

“You knew about them, didn’t you?”

“Y/n, I didn’t meant for you to found out this way. He told me he was going to telling you, I really didn’t expect him to carry on with the engagement”

Jaehyun wanted to hug you so much, he’s been dying to do that ever since he saw you crying at the court. But he knew it would only make you uncomfortable.

“Let’s just go”

As you begin to pack your bag and rush out of the karaoke bar after using the bathroom with Jaehyun. Jaehyun insisted on walking on the cheery blossom road to your house. Too tired to argue, you simply follow him.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be okay”

“Please don’t say that”

“But I am going to be okay, Jaehyun. I’m used to this already and I see it coming”

Jaehyun remains silent, understanding the pain you're going through. Though neither of you was officially in a relationship, it's no secret that Eunwoo has a history of flings dating back to high school, while you waited faithfully for him. Now, on the brink of getting engaged to him, you can't help but feel naive for believing he would change.

“Jaehyun, I really like to spend my time with you here but I think we should go home”, your coping mechanism for alcohol is calling you.

“I refuse too”, he said sternly.

“Jaehyun, you’re always saying no to me. Please, I don’t feel good tonight”

“That’s why I’m not going to leave you tonight. At this state, you’re going to go back to drinking and make irrational decision. I am not letting you”

In a moment of raw vulnerability, you lean in and press your lips against his, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace that night of betrayal. But as much as he loves you, he gently stops you.

"This is not you," he whispers softly.

"Y/n, I love you but right now, you’re just confused”, taking your hands in his and massaging them delicately.

His words penetrate through the haze of your emotions, grounding you in the reality of the moment. With a heavy sigh, you nod to him as you lean into his chest.

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My series Masterlist & My Main Masterlist - My Ao3

Summary: You met Joel by coincidence. You picked up a little side job to be a high school softball coach for fun, and Sarah was one of your top players. Sarah introduces you to Joel after the first game and both of you hit it off immediately. The three of you grow closer throughout the year and end up spending the holidays together on a getaway trip. Joel treats you to a nice night.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Age gap (28/40), NO outbreak AU, sexual tension, dry humping, oral (giving), fingering, possessive dirty talk, unprotected p in v, cream pie, squirting 2x, overstimulation, porn w/ plot, mutual pinning

—Hi babes🩷 I hope every one has a wonderful holiday season, I love you all! I’m thankful for you all who have given my writing a chance and I’m so thrilled to be putting out more for you guys! Hope you like this little personal piece I had😚

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“GO ALL THE WAY SARAH!!” You scream as you frantically swing your arm in a circle telling her to not stop, second and third base are loaded and Sarah just hit a line-drive between second and third base which whizzed by shortstop AND the left-fielder. The two girls on base run home and Sarah is halfway to third when you hear a deep southern voice boom from your right, “GO BABY GO!!”

Too focused on Sarah to look at the mystery man, you notice an outfielder throwing the ball to the pitcher and Sarah just rounded third base. You’re sweating from the nerves and from the scorching Texas sun just beating down on you. The girls in the dugout behind you are incoherently screaming, the pitcher releases the ball to the catcher at home, however, Sarah is the fastest on the team! “SLIDE! SLIDE” you scream but there’s an echo to it, it’s the same smooth voice that makes you weak in the knees.

Sarah slides into home base and collides with the catcher, you wince as dirt and dust are all that’s visible to the naked eye. The cheers have turned into dead silence, the heavy breaths of players and family members is all that could be heard. All your team needs to win is this one run, Sarah’s run, otherwise it's a tie. Your heart is about to lunge out of your chest, you’re repeatedly muttering to yourself, “you got this girl! You so got it Sarah! You’re safe!”

The Umpire puts his hand up as he swats the cloud of dirt away from the air, you see Sarah’s body on the plate with the catcher on top of her but the ball isn’t in her hand, you smirk as you see the ball on the ground next to the catcher's head. The Ump swipes his hands and grunts, “SAFE”.

The crowd behind your players start to hoot and holler, your whole dugout roars and runs out to Sarah. But you’re the first one to her, as she stands up and throws her helmet to the ground next to her, “WE WON!” She shouts with almost a disbelief tone.

You pick her up in a hug and spin her once then set her back on her feet, “BECAUSE OF YOU SARAH!” She’s smiling ear to ear as she looks at you, by now the whole team is surrounding Sarah. The mixture of laughter, tears, and shrieks erupts from the team of teenagers. The first game of the season is off to a pretty good start, your body is warm on the inside as you see your players bounce with excitement.

“SARAH, SARAH, SARAH.” A chant echoes behind you, you turn and see the family of your girls entering the field with smiles and claps, but this one man in front sticks out to you. He’s wearing a fitting Texas Longhorn football T-shirt, that looks worn, with an orange & black flannel unbuttoned over it, a pair of dark blue jeans with what look to be work boots, but what catches your attention is his beautiful face. His short but curly chocolate and silver hair and his thick but kinda patchy beard, with his trademark brown eyes match together almost too perfectly.

“DAD! I DID IT!” Sarah breaks away from her teammates and sprints towards this man who you’ve been eyeing, and she practically knocks him to the ground as she jumps and wraps herself like a monkey around him like he’s a massive tree. “Yes you did baby girl! I’m so proud of you!” You hear him chuckle as he hugs her tightly, you don’t realize that you’re staring and smiling. Until Tiffany, one of your players, booty bumps your hip and whispers, “That’s Joel, Sarah’s dad. You two would be pretty cute together.” You laugh at her and tell her to knock it off, now turning and looking at your girls you yell, “Okay all my ladies, meet me in center-field!”

After praising the girls about how well they played today, you reminded them that the season will be tough and to not let today make them cocky, but to continue to learn and have fun with it! “RedHawks on three! ONE, TWO, THREE, REDHAWKS!” The huddle of the team yell in unison with their hands in the air! The girls all scatter to their belongings then to their families and as you’re walking back to the dugout to collect your things, you hear Sarah yell, “Hey coach! Wait up!” You turn around and see Sarah with Joel, Sarah wasting no time introducing you, “Coach this is my Dad, Dad this is my coach!”

“Nice to meet you…Sarah’s Dad” You reply with a chuckle, you reach your hand out to shake his, the large hand completely covering your small hand as he shakes and smiles, “It’s nice to meet you Sarah’s Coach!” And you two have hit it off since that moment in the middle of February, at your first game of the season.

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It’s now mid December, the twenty-third to be exact, you and Joel have been officially dating since July. You still have your own apartment, which you rarely stay at now since Joel and Sarah begged that you stay with them, but you insist on having it available because you like having your own space once in a while, but you also want to have a backup just in case. Joel has brought up the idea of selling it but you refuse, only because this relationship is fresh and you don’t want to be stuck with nothing if it goes bad.

Especially with the holidays coming up, which always seemed to be the downfall for you. For example; Thanksgiving was boring like the last five years, until Joel and Sarah invited you over for their celebration with his family. You felt so loved, which you haven’t felt from your own family since they discovered you dropped out of college. They were not thrilled to hear that, you immediately became the disappointment of the family, even though your brother, who’s five years younger than you, had just had a baby out of wedlock. But somehow you still took the cake as the awful child, you didn’t care at this point, they were all pieces of shits anyway.

“What do you think darlin’?” Joel’s voice breaks your train of memories, you got so distracted you honestly don’t know what he and Sarah were just discussing. “Um, say that one more time, I'm sorry!” You reply as you take a sip of hot chocolate and set it on the table next to Joel, Sarah just made it for you all after Joel put dinner away. “We were talking about how we should go out to Tommy’s lake house for Christmas weekend, we’ll have to leave tomorrow, just so we can get away!” Sarah chirps from her seat on the other end of the couch from you and Joel, who are snuggled underneath a warm quilt blanket.

“Yes we so should! I’ll just have to stop by my place and grab some things!” You happily smile at Sarah, who is now jumping from her seat with joy. “YES! Finally another girl I can hang out with there!” The three of you laugh for a minute and she quickly says, “Wait…I’m gonna go pack!” She sprints upstairs before either of you can say anything. “That girl, she is something else.” Joel chuckles to himself as he takes a sip out of his navy coffee mug.

“Just like her father, always up to something.” You reply with a smirk as you lightly elbow his side, “Makes sense why you fit right in with us.” He whistles right back with no hesitation, that’s one thing you love about Joel, how he can come back with jokes and not be offended. You hum as you move in closer to his side, he lifts his free arm and puts it around your shoulder as you lean into him.

Looking around the living room, you feel fuzzy on the inside, almost like a little girl during Christmas. The decorated tree is filled with Sarah’s baby ornaments, Joel’s favorites, and now, with Joel and Sarah insisting, some of your own favorite ornaments. Your eyes then move to the fireplace and mantle, you were proud of yourself, Joel wasn’t much of a decorator, so you took the opportunity to spruce up his house more than just a tree and some lights.

You put a light blue cloth over the top of the white wooden mantle, a little over a dozen little trees in a couple clusters in each corner, and a string of white lights - this little touch made the fireplace and living room feel more festive, Joel and Sarah loved it.

“I think a getaway isn’t a bad idea,” Joel states, you two still looking at the tv which is playing a rerun of an SVU episode, “Tommy’s got a pretty cool spot about two hours out of town, he bought it for himself on his twenty-sixth birthday.” You’re looking up at him now, you love when he talks about his family, it makes you happy that he still talks with them.

“Well,” you start as you sit up and swing your leg over his hips so you’re now sitting on his lap and looking into his eyes, “If you insist,” even though you already decided to go in your head, you wanted to play with Joel a little bit, “I do have a hard time saying ‘no’ to you Miller.” You’re playing with the curls on the back of his neck as he wraps the blanket behind your waist and it’s so big that Joel has some draped by his legs.

His hands are resting on your thighs while his thumbs rub small circles on the inner part close to your purring pussy, causing drops of arousal to soak your panties, “Why would you want to say ‘no’ to a fun time?” Joel’s words flow out of his mouth like silk, you hate that he knows the effect he has on you, yet you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Your face heats up and you slowly roll your hips onto his cock, Joel chokes back a moan - honestly you had the same effect on him, which you loved. His eyes are locked on your covered cunt that is grinding on his restrained cock, you tug his face up by his hair and kiss him with teeth and tongue. “Dad do yo-“ Sarah walks around the corner and sees you two practically going at it, “Get a room you guys, jesussss.” She blinds her eyes with her hand and laughs as you scramble off Joel’s lap, almost falling onto the floor before Joel catches you.

“Weren't you packing?” Joel questions with a half serious, half joking tone to it as he pulls you back onto his lap, but now you’re laying on his chest. Sarah starts to rebuttal but Joel cuts her off and you can’t help but laugh at the situation, she just just caught her dad and he is slowly losing his patience. His hands are stroking your back which tells you, he wants you, bad.

“I was just gonna ask if we’ll be there just for the weekend or the week?” Sarah scoffs as stands there, “Just the weekend, the two of us still have jobs dear. Now go finish, we’ll watch a movie in a little bit.” Joel responds as he looks at her with a painful grin across his face, you can tell he is struggling to hold it together. “National Lampoon's??” Sarah chirps up, you look at her and go, “Duh!” She does a fist pump and a little ‘yessss’ as she runs away to her bedroom.

“Really? Lampoon’s?” Joel chuckles as he looks down into your eyes, “It’s only the best Christmas movie ever…besides the Grinch.” You remark as you put both hands flat on his chest and rest your chin on them and continue to talk about each movie. You honestly loved Lampoon’s and the Grinch, you grew up watching them and as you’ve gotten older, they’ve become a lot funnier.

Joel, still stroking your back, just looks at you as you rave about these two hilarious movies, you don’t notice but he’s in complete awe of you right now. In his mind he’s thinking about how you’re the one, the one for Sarah, and the one for him. You have him wrapped around your little finger and you don’t even notice it, Joel would do just about anything for you, he really does love you. He’s gonna make you his little wife someday, a mom to Sarah, and who knows, maybe a baby of your own with Joel.

“Hellooo?” You’re now waving your hands in front of his face, “Is Joel Miller in there?” You laugh at him staring into space, after you were done explaining your thoughts you had asked Joel what was his favorite, but all he did was stare at you when you asked. “Sorry darlin’, just got lost in thought. What did you ask?” He asks as he moves a piece of hair behind your ear, his warm touch on your face makes you melt. God you love this man so much, and he doesn’t even know the half of it.

You laugh as you ask him, “I asked what’s your favorite Christmas movie?” He throws his head back onto the couch and chuckles, “You’re gonna laugh, Sarah thinks it’s ridiculous.” You now wrap your arms around his torso and turn your head to listen to his heartbeat, “So what? I just went on and on about mine. I still wanna know yours.” You mumble as you take a whiff of him and you smile, he smells like a mix of hot chocolate, cinnamon, and sweat. You are actually addicted to the way he smells, you wish you could smell like him all the time, so everyone knows who you belong to.

“Well, I love the original Charlie Brown: Christmas. It was Sarah’s favorite when she was a toddler, it was on repeat all the time, so it’s just got a special place in my heart for my little girl, who’s not so little anymore.” Joel confesses with a hint of sadness towards the end of his sentence. Your smile fades a little bit at the bittersweet memory, but you still chime out, “I think that’s precious. We should watch it while we’re away, all three of us.”

Joel now has his muscular arms wrapped around your body and his lips on top of your head, he leaves a couple kisses then mumbles, “I would like that, more than you know.” You leave a couple kisses on his chest and you softly reply, “It’s a date then.” Joel hums in your hair and you two stay latched on to one another for what seems like eternity, both of you slowly putting each other to sleep by the rhythm of your breathing.

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“Are we there yetttt?” Sarah drags out with a groan from the back seat of the truck, you roll your eyes and chuckle at her for, yet again, asking how much longer. The three of you are about ten minutes away from Tommy’s lake house, but Sarah has asked throughout the entire trip which ended up taking longer than two hours because of Christmas Eve traffic, but you can’t really be upset, she’s just really excited.

Joel, on the other hand, was getting very irritated each time she asked, only because he knows that Sarah has been here many times and knows how long it takes, even counting holiday traffic. You could obviously tell he was upset but Sarah had no idea just because she never sees her dad upset, what a blessing that is. “GPS says about ten minutes left until we’re there! You can wait just a little bit longer girl!” You turn around in the passenger seat and inform her before Joel lets out the irritation that now has turned to anger, out on Sarah, you understood his frustration but she doesn’t need to feel the wrath of it.

Sarah cheers and then puts her headphones back on and goes back to doing whatever she was doing on her phone, you chuckle under your breath and turn back around. “Thank you.” Joel mumbles as he puts his calloused, yet still soft, hand on your inner thigh closest to him, still looking out at the road in front of him. “Of course.” Is all you say as you stare out your window at the beautiful woods you’re driving through - you’re absolutely floored by the beauty of it all, you honestly didn’t know Texas had parts that looked like this. The last couple minutes of your drive are silent other than the radio playing random Christmas songs, you’re so excited to get away from the city for a weekend, the holidays even.

Joel makes a final right turn down a steep dirt track hill, which is bumpy to say the least, but it’s surrounded by the tall trees you’ve been enthralled with. Your stomach is in knots, you’re not sure why, probably just really excited for something out of your norm. “Well darlin’, welcome to the Miller family lake house.” Joel smoothly tells you as he makes a slight left turn and you finally see what these two have been raving about. “Holy shit.” Is all that comes out of your mouth, which drops at the sight of this magnificent home in front of you.

It’s almost like a fucking mansion, no it IS a mansion, it looks like it could be four homes in one. The beautiful dark gray paint and matching roof with cream colored shutters and gutters that match together perfectly are what initially draws you in, but what makes it, are the windows. The massive floor to ceiling glass throughout almost the whole home nearly brings tears to your eyes, It's so beautiful. You’re still breathless as Joel parks the truck and you step out the passenger seat, you strut down the couple steps in front of the house and walk down the dock that has a pontoon boat with two jet skis next to it.

You reach the edge of the dock and gaze out at the beautiful water that now starts at your feet and you catch how the sun setting casts a reflection that is just breathtaking. The sky is a mix of purples, pinks, and oranges that mix like a Bob Ross painting, it almost doesn’t seem real. A cool breeze blows by, making you wrap your lace black shawl tighter around yourself, not the best idea to wear shorts and a tank top.

Turning your head to the right, you notice there’s even a little section of beach that looks to be on Tommy’s side of the property. There’s a line of lake houses on either side of his, but this one was the only one that stuck out to you. You can't believe that Tommy bought this, or even that you’re allowed here.

Suddenly, a pair of hoodie covered arms wrap around your waist and a familiar scratch of a beard cradles in your neck, you lean back into the known touch and hum. “What do you think?” He asks between warm kisses to your soft spot, “It’s- I’m-,” still at a loss for words on how this is possible, you stutter, “This place is incredible.” Joel’s warm breaths on your neck from him chuckling sends a shiver down your spine, the tiniest things he does have such an impact on you. “I’m glad you’re able to be here, I love that Sarah and I can share this with you.”

You open your mouth to thank him for being so generous to you, but before you can, Sarah’s loud voice from the house behind you yells, “You two love birds gonna come help or what?!” You look up at Joel and you both start to die of laughter, Sarah always had this timing, every damn time. In your fit of laughter he ends up turning you around and deeply kisses you, causing your laughter to come to a halt. You kiss him back with intensity, so much so that your mind convinces you that you two are the only things floating in space right now. You truly love this man, you love everything he does to and for you - Joel is everything you’ve been looking for.

Joel pulls away from your lips with a pop, leaving you feeling dizzy and hungry for more. Staring into each other's eyes and foreheads resting on the others, Joel coos, “We should probably go help before she gets bitchy with us.” This makes you throw your head back and laugh, “Fucking teenagers.” Joel puts his arm over your shoulder and you two walk back towards the truck to unload the gifts and your luggage. “Fuckin teenagers is right my dear.” He repeats your words with a chuckle in his chest that echoes across the top of the water.

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After the three of you emptied the truck of your belongings and you all picked which room to stay in, you had made dinner. Sarah put in a special request for your classic breakfast for dinner, cinnamon french toast with sausage and bacon, something so simple but delicious. You had the time of your life cooking, the kitchen was actually insane, the white marble countertop made your knees weak, the tall white cabinets that matched the drawers on the island made you drool. The sink and stove was a stunning stainless steel with gold trim, this place was literally your dream home.

Dinner had been made and put away, Joel cleaned up the kitchen while you and Sarah put simple lights on the tall tree that was in the spacious living room. It was around two AM by the time she was satisfied with how the tree looked with the lights and presents underneath, you three decided to plop down on the white leather couch and turn on “A Charlie Brown Christmas”.

After the movie finished, you notice Joel and Sarah smiling ear to ear. “Good idea on watching this dad, definitely a good one. But I’m gonna go out on the beach for a little bit before bed,” Sarah announces as she gets up from the couch, “Love you guys and Merry Christmas.” She kisses the top of your head then Joel’s, you can’t believe it. “Love you too.” Joel and you both repeat in a heartbeat as you turn your head to look at her, she’s smiling at you as she opens the slider and walks outside.

“Did you hear that?” Your ears perk up from the voice next to you, you smirk as you turn your attention back to Joel, getting nose-to-nose with him and you whisper, “She said it!” His large hands are running up and down your thighs that lay over his perpendicularly, still staring down one another and giggling, he swiftly picks you up bridal style and starts to head for your guys bedroom for the weekend.

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Joel’s leaving kisses to your neck as he climbs the white oak staircase and rounds the corner, his beard scraping that sweet spot that makes you crave more as he passes the bathroom and reaches the dark brown wooden door. He smoothly turns to his side and pushes the door open, you’re greeted with the smell of cinnamon and a woodsy kind of scent which makes you feel right at home. “Now,” Joel starts as he sets you down on the firm mattress, pulls his black tshirt off, and stands between your legs, you’re now eye level with his cock - mouth salivating as you see how hard he is for you.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?” Joel seductively asks as his right hand grips your chin and makes you look up at him. “Yes sir.” You purr as you set either hand on his thighs, just starving to get a taste of him in any way. He bends down, still gripping your chin, and plants a needy kiss on your lips, but before you can reciprocate, he pulls away and stands back up now letting go of you, “It’s all yours then darlin’.”

A smirk grows on your cheeks as your hands leave his thighs and onto his belt, you excitedly undo it, his jeans unzipping and falling to the ground not far behind. Only his dark green boxers hold his throbbing cock from your watering mouth, you glance back up to his face and Joel has this smirk where he looks like he’s gazing at an angel. Knowing that he’s looking at you like this, makes your pussy flutter and arousal drip into your panties. Still sitting on the bed and looking up at him, you slowly move your head closer to his cock and leave kitten kisses along the outline, causing him to jump and let a moan crawl out his throat.

“Quit playing games sweetheart.” He threatens under his breath, you leave one more kiss at the tip which is peaking above his waistband, causing a shot of pre-cum across his slit. Before he can say anything else, you slide his boxers down his thick thighs and watch as his cock bounces onto his tummy, his pre-cum leaving his happy trail wet. You spit into your palm and softly grab his leaking, red-flushed cock letting a big drop of spit fall from your mouth onto his tip and you start to stroke him. “Mhmm” Joel hums above you, you love when he’s vocal, gives you a boost of confidence in yourself.

After a few strokes, you put your hot mouth centimeters away from his pleading cock, you slowly bring your other hand underneath to lightly jostle his balls at the same time you slide him in your mouth. Causing whimpers to escape Joel’s mouth, your jaw having to unhinge so he can fill you completely, drool is spilling from the corners of your cock-filled mouth. “Oh yeah- that’s my pretty girl. Taking all my cock like the good girl she is.” Joel moans as he starts to rock his hips into your face, his cock now hitting the back of your throat which makes you gag on him, but that doesn’t stop you or Joel. Tears start to fill your eyes and roll onto your cheek, but from pure pleasure, you love when Joel fucks your face and uses you however he wants.

Both of your hands back on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucks your mouth and groans, “Love when you’re stuffed with my cock, makes you dumb in the head afterwards.” After a few more pumps he drags himself out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your plump lips to his throbbing tip as you pull away. You are in a complete daze, Joel was right, you are dumb in the head afterwards.

“Look at you, cock-drunk just off of that.” Joel taunts from above, you tilt your head up while leaning back on your hands and you bark back, “Is that right sir?” Before you finish your sentence, Joel is on top of you, ripping your tank top off of you and your bra right after, then his warm mouth is smothering your tits with bites and kisses. Your moans echo off the walls in your enclosed bedroom, both of your legs bent to allow Joel to slide your panties and shorts off.

Your hands search for any part of Joel so you can scratch or pull something, you want to leave reminders of tonight on his skin. “Look at you. My pretty girl is all wet for me already, does sucking me off turn you on that much?” Joel growls as he brings his fingers to your slit, he swipes two of his fingers starting from your asshole and ending at your clit. This gets you every time, your body does a slight shake from the sudden contact on your pussy. “Fuck!” You cry out as your back arches off the sheets under you, “Yeahhh…you love it.” Joel huffs as he brings his fingers back to your throbbing cunt, he circles your clit, then his middle and ring finger tease your pulsating hole.

“C’mon baby, I need you so bad.” You plead with him as you look in his eyes over your warm face and bring your hands to scratch his beard. Your hips are thrusting into his fingers to try to get him deeper, but Joel chuckles at you and goes, “That’s what you get for teasing me sweetheart.” You groan out of frustration at him and not being filled by Joel. You’re about to whine some more until your walls suddenly feel full as Joel’s fingers spread you open, his fingers hit deeper than your own ever could. “Yes. Yes.” You whisper over and over into his mouth as you hold his face to yours, Joel just smirking as you crumble into pieces in his hands.

As Joel continues to work his fingers in your tight cunt, you get this sudden urge to pee, you start to panic a bit, “Baby, stop - I think I’m gonna pee.” But Joel doesn’t let up, you're trying to claw away from him but his hold on you is too strong. “Joel - FUCK!” You sob when all of a sudden you arch your back and tilt your head back, you feel this gush release out of you and Joel is still working his fingers as clear liquid flies all over. You’re crying from the pleasure but also the pain from him circling your clit slowly, as he purrs, “That’s my girl, look at you. Making a mess on my fingers.”

Trying to catch your breath you laugh, “Holy fuck…I’ve never done that before..” Joel laughs with you as he rubs your skin from your thighs to your neck, “I’m gonna have to get you to do that more often.” Your ears are ringing as you hum in agreement, not being able to answer Joel with words. You lay there with your eyes closed trying to recoup yourself, as you hear him chuckle, “Woww, my girl is calling it quits already?”

One thing about yourself that Joel loves, is how cocky you get in bed, you always talk the biggest game yet, you’re usually the first one to tire out - you never quit though. Your eyes shoot open and you see his face inches away from yours, “I am not a quitter.” you confidently bark. “I didn’t think so.” Joel kisses you tenderly, you both moan into each other.

Still sensitive, you jolt as you feel Joel lineup his pulsating cock to your spent cunt, “A little jumpy huh?” Joel, drunk on your scent, says, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you darlin’.” Your fingers dig into his skin leaving crescent moons on his shoulders as he splits you open with his cock, you shout at the sudden intrusion in your sore pussy. “Oh sorry, did I say care?” Joel grunts as he finds a rhythm, which is a pounding kind of rhythm.

There’s so much you want to tell him but you physically can’t, all that leaves your throat are mixed whimpers and moans. “You like when I use you like a toy, don’t cha darlin’?” Joel bites as he grabs one of your peaked nipples and starts to pinch it, this causes you to yelp and that sensation creeps back into your body, your walls start to squeeze his cock. “Ooh, someone likes it, I feel your tight pussy suffocating me baby.” Joel growls and he brings his other hand between your bodies, stopping right above your aching clit. “Let me hear you say please, then you can let it all out sweet girl.” You hate when he does this, because he knows a part of you physically can’t speak, but you’ll be damned if he wins this time.

His cock then hits your cervix in a way that makes you holler, “please baby, please! Let me cum, pleaseee!” His fingers immediately fall to your clit and he rubs small yet effective circles, that’s all that it takes for your orgasm to rip out of you. Your voice breaks and your body goes stiff as liquid spills out of your cunt again,“That’s my gi-“ Joel chokes as he cums with you in your velvet walls. Joel’s body slumps on top of yours as you groan from his weight crushing you, “Get off meee.”

Joel laughs into your chest and rolls over on his side of the bed, as he catches his breath he jokes, “What? You don’t like being crushed?” You slap his chest and tell him to shut up, he chuckles as he gets up, puts his boxers back on and walks over to your side of the bed with his arms out. You just look at him, unable to speak from the two orgasms he pulled out of you, he shakes his head and coo’s, “C’mon darlin’, get you to the bathroom while I change the sheets.”

Grabbing Joel’s hands, you almost fall over as your feet hit the wood floor but Joel is right there to grab you. “Don’t even say it.” You sternly say to Joel, who is smiling like a kid with candy. He brings you to the bathroom connected to the bedroom, sits you on the toilet and walks back out to grab you a shirt to wear to bed. He walks back in with one of his shirts and slips it on you, he kisses your lips and walks back to the bed to change the sheets. You begin to pee, and you lean forward with your elbows digging into your thighs and your hands hold your intoxicated head up as your eyes close and a smile grows on your face as you sit there waiting for Joel to bring you back to bed.

Joel clearing his throat makes you open your eyes and you see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed with this loving look on his face. You show your teeth with a big smile, put your arms up, and playfully whine, “Hi babyyy!” He just shakes his head and laughs at how cute you are after sex, “Hi sweetheart, you ready for bed?” You hum in agreement and nod your head, ready to lay in his arms again. Joel walks over to you, helps you stand, and walks with you to the bed with fresh gray sheets.

You slide in and get right underneath the comforter as Joel slides in next to you, he then pulls you in between his legs as you lay on your stomach with your head on his chest and your arms wrapped around his torso. He starts to stroke your back with his soft fingertips, his heart beat calm and finding the rhythm with yours, “Merry Christmas beautiful. I love you entirely.” Joel whispers into your hair with a kiss, you smile and somehow muster out, “Merry Christmas Joel, I love you more.” You feel his chest flutter from your words to him, you smirk as the two of you fall into a deep sleep.

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maochira · 8 months

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bastard munchen w ego's younger sister whos the complete opposite of ego, shes like very oblivious and innocent? to everything around her TT

Hi! Please keep in mind I generally only write gn!reader! Also, I obviously couldn’t fit every character in this, so I only did a few and this is mainly focused on Isagi (but I might make a part 2 of this!!)

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!Ego’s younger sibling!reader, reader is a lot younger than Ego and around the same age as the Blue Lock players, not proofread

Ever since the beginning of the Blue Lock program, something about the players caught your attention. You have never been interested in soccer, but something about this suddenly grabbed your interest. You became a big fan of the participants with your favourite one being Isagi. Your sudden enthusiasm also was a surprise to your brother, but he obviously didn’t complain. He was happy that after all these years you suddenly found interest in soccer.

But no matter how often you asked, Ego never allowed you to meet any of the participants. Not even at the U-20 match. You always had to keep your distance from them, but never got an explanation why.

Truth is, your brother is perfectly aware of how oblivious, innocent and naive you are. He’s always seen that as your biggest weakness. And with the Blue Lock players being so focused on egotism, Ego was afraid you’d get close to them and end up having your feelings hurt. But he never told you about that. He only shrugged it off as “I just don’t want you to” whenever you asked.

But ever since the Neo Egoist League began, your brother’s strictness regarding you seemed to fade. He still didn’t allow you to meet the players, but suddenly “i don’t want you to” turned into “Maybe some time next week.”

And this “sometime next week” is today. You got to pick one of the teams to watch at their practice, and you chose Bastard München for multiple reasons. The main one being that you really want to meet Isagi, but Noel Noa being their coach also peaked your interest. You still don’t understand as much about soccer as other fans do, but you know that he’s the world’s greatest striker, so of course you would want to meet him. Although, Ubers was a close second choice to you.

Very excitedly, you walk towards Bastard München’s training field. It’s really hard to keep yourself together to not start squealing in excitement, but somehow you manage to stay somewhat calm.

None of the players really knew beforehand who would come to watch their practice today. They were only told that someone would be watching, but they certainly didn’t expect that someone to be Ego’s younger sibling. None of them even knew Ego has a younger sibling, but when you stepped in, they could immediately see that you’re related to him. At first, you could hear them whispering and asking each other who you might be, first wondering if you might be Ego’s child. But because you’re too old to be his child - or Ego is too young to have a child at your age - they figured he must be your brother.

The first player to approach you is Yukimiya. He very politely introduces himself and holds his hand out for a handshake. In your excitement, you accidentally squeeze his hand too tight.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You immediately apologize and bow down a little, which gains you a little chuckle from Yukimiya.

“No need to apologize, it didn’t hurt.” He has a soft smile on his lips. “May I ask for your name?”

Just before you get to introduce yourself, another player shoves Yukimiya to the side. Only a seconnd later suddenly you’ve got Kaiser standing in front of you with Ness on his side. Just like Yukimiya did, Kaiser holds his hand out to you. But unlike Yukimiya, he doesn’t shake it. Instead, he brings your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it. No one has ever done something like this to you, so of course it causes you to get flustered in the matter of seconds.

“Kaiser! Don’t be like that!” Kaiser quickly gets shoved away by Isagi. You were already flustered before, but now that you’ve got your favourite soccer player standing in front of you, you completely lose your ability to speak. But you don’t need to say anything right now anyways because Kaiser and Isagi are fighting right in front of you and neither of them seem to intend to bring it to an end.

“Shut it guys, that’s enough.” Raichi growls while shoving his teammates apart. He doesn’t seem to want to talk to you, he just wants Kaiser and Isagi to shut up.

You’re about to say something, but then the boys get called by Noa to continue their training. You haven’t even gotten to tell them your name yet. But you happily watch the team practicing their soccer skills. Being near them to watch is way more exciting than only watching them on the screens in your brother’s office, even though this is only a practice match. Every now and then, you catch the players looking at you. The majority of the time they’re focused on the ball, though.

When they’re done, most of the players leave the field without paying any further attention to you. To be honest, they’re just too exhausted to start a conversation with you at this point. Well, all of them except for one.

“Sorry for Kaiser earlier, he’s… weird.” Isagi says as he approaches you.

“Oh no no, don’t worry about me.” You laugh nervously, both because remembering what Kaiser did causes you to blush again and because of Isagi staning in font of you right now.

“What’s your name?” Isagi wants to know, “My name is Yoichi Isagi,” He adds quickly afterwards.

“Oh, I know,” You feel your cheeks heating up a little more, “O-oh and my name is (Y/N).”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). I assume… you’re related to Ego?”

“Yep, he’s my older brother!” You respond in a cheerful voice, which is so cute to Isagi, he blushes slightly as well.

“So… You mentioned you already knew my name?” Isagi is trying to figure out how to continue this conversation without having any awkward silences inbetween.

Your smile gets a little brighter as you nod in response. “I often watch recordings of the games with my brother. And… You’re actually my favourite player ItOs nice to talk to you.”

Isagi’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, I’m your favourite Blue Lock player?”

“No, you’re my favourite player out of all. Not just in Blue Lock,” You laugh a little, but your nervousness is slowly fading. “I barely know any other soccer players, to be fair.”

Isagi just stares back at you. He’s struggling to get a grasp on the fact that out of everyone in Blue Lock he caught the interest of Ego’s sibling the most. This will definitely motivate him even more for the future.

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Break With Me

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 756

A/N: Based on the song by Shy Martin.

[WOSO Masterlist]

“Hey.”

It’s quiet out. Dark. It’s quite nearly midnight so you’re not sure what else you expected.

Leah’s leaning against her door, face half hidden by the night’s shadows.

“Hey.”

It’s only one word. But both of you can feel the weight hanging there.

There’s a lump in the back of your throat, and no method of swallowing can get it to go away. You weakly lift your arm, showing the bottle in your grasp.

“I brought a bottle of red.”

Shuffling a bit to the side, Leah lets you slip through the door. It’s only through pure painstaking will that you stop yourself from turning just the slightest, from pressing a soft kiss against Leah’s cheek. You pretend not to notice the way she bites at her lips, obviously thinking the same thing.

Sitting on the couch, close enough that you can feel her body heat but far enough where you aren’t touching, you can’t help but wonder how it’s become like this.

Your time here in England has been amazing. Playing overseas was never in your plans but when you got the opportunity to do so, you took it without a second thought. Arsenal was everything you dreamed of and more. Leah was everything you dreamed of and more.

Leah wasn’t someone you were expecting, but from the moment you met, it was like something just clicked. The two of you fell and fell hard.

Sometimes you wish you could go back to what it was like in the beginning. To the days where nothing else seemed to exist but the two of you.

Three years. That’s how long you had to delude yourself into thinking everything was going to work out for the better. That’s how long you had to delude yourself into thinking you’ve found your home.

It started as whispers. Your contract was up in the air, everyone knew that. You went into the new season not particularly aiming to get your contract renewed, but knowing your own worth to the team, it was always in the back of your mind.

It angered your girlfriend. “Why would you want to go? I’m here. I should be reason enough to stay.”

You didn’t know how to voice your thoughts. Leah was enough to stay for. You just didn’t know if you could hedge your bets on Arsenal thinking the same.

It started as whispers, the rumors that Arsenal wasn’t going to resign you.

The fighting instantly turned into nervous reassurances. Leah didn’t want you to worry. She tried to convince you out of looking around at other clubs. “Arsenal would be a fool to let you go.”

In the end it didn’t matter what you or Leah wanted.

It started as whispers and turned into a horrifying reality.

“Our time together has been great. But you’re just not what we’re looking for.”

Arsenal doesn’t offer you another contract.

And you have no choice but to go.

“I wanted you to stick around.”

It feels like a shot to the heart. You can hear the raw emotions in Leah’s voice.

You swallow. “I know.”

Leah wipes at her eyes. You pretend not to see the tears.

“I hate how this hurts.”

“I know,” you whisper.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. You and Leah, the two of you were supposed to be one of those great love stories. One of those couples where everything goes right and everyone lives happily ever after.

You knew it. She knew it. Everyone around you knew it.

So yeah, it hurts. And god does it hurt.

“Can you just-- can you hold me?”

A part of you wants to say no. The two of you have already hurt each other enough. Doing this would only hurt each other more.

But the other part of you knows you could never deny her anything.

Leah’s quick to burrow herself against you when you open your arms. It feels like home, how perfectly she fits there.

You shut your eyes, trying to commit all of this to memory. The feel of her breath puffing gently against your cheek. The feel of her presence calming your heart. The feel of how much you love her.

The feel of everything you ever wanted slipping through your fingertips.

And when the morning comes, you’re on your way to the airport. Back across the ocean. Back to a house that’ll never feel like home. Back to the life you had before you ever knew Leah.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 12.

[Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used. Threesomes but again NO Twincest. Cormac Mclaggen, because he needs his own warning. Not beta-read nor spell checked, we die like Sirius ❤️

The final chapter 🤍

Monday morning came too quickly, you thought, as you gathered your usual potions books and went down to breakfast with your friends, meeting Hermione down in the common room so you could go together. Last night was the first night you'd spent alone all week and you struggled to sleep without the two familiar bodies beside you, tossing and turning for most of the night struggling to get comfy.

They weren't at breakfast that morning and Ron, digging into his third course of breakfast had let you know that they were doing an early morning quidditch practice with the whole team to make up for the lost week, hence half of your group being missing at breakfast.

You made your way to the potions classroom alone having missed Katie in the hall, stopping briefly as you stepped off of the stairs hearing your name called out. It was Cormac Mclaggen, sprinting down the stairs to catch up with you. You inwardly groaned, not prepared for his ego this early in the morning. Truth was he was always pleasant to you but you found his company boring and stifling, the conversation never quite drifting away from him.

"Y/n! You walk fast," he says as he descends down the stairs in a hurry, trying to catch up with you.

"How was your week? I was hunting Nogtails in Norfolk with my uncle Tiberius and Rufus Scrimgeour, you know the head of the Auror Office? Myself and Bertie, Higgs, our family friend, caught two on our first day alone," he says smugly, completely overriding his question as he walked in step with you towards Snape's classroom. You bummed out a vague reply, trying to subtly walk quicker to decrease the amount of time you'd need to spend with him, cursing the distance between the staircase and the classroom.

"It's so odd to see you away from those Weasley boys, you're quite a package deal aren't you, I didn't see them at breakfast either," he muses.

"They had quidditch practice this morning, Angelina's trying to make up for the lack of practice sessions last week," you mumbled unenthusiastically, trying to be polite but not enthused.

"Such a shame I wasn't able to try out again this year, Davis bet me to eat a pound of poisonous doxy eggs and I spent the week in the infirmary, though I'm sure you're aware. It was the talk of the school that week," he says with a tone of pride, making you want to gag.

You hardly turned to him but felt him look towards you as you neared the classroom. He suddenly reached out to touch your shoulder and stopped you just before you crossed the threshold to the potions corridor.

"So I was wondering," he says, pushing back his curly hair in a move that you were sure he'd practiced countless times in front of the mirror, "we've never talked that much and it's quite honestly a shame, I'd like to get to know you a little better," he smiles, perfectly straight and shiny white teeth glinting at you as he leans against the wall in front of you, blocking the classroom with his arm. "How would you like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend? We could get to know each other better over a butterbeer or two, my treat of course."

You could have thrown up in your mouth at the very thought, even without the smug and smarmy look on his face as he asked. You didn't even remotely know how to respond to his offer, wanting to shoot him down immediately but still remain civil enough.

Luckily for you, that decision was taken out of your hands as Professor Snape burst out of his office at precisely the right time.

"I suggest you don't linger in doorways Mclaggen, your prospects in this class might be acutely inadequate but to prevent a prosperous student from acquiring her education might be the most shallow and egregious thing you've done thus far," he grumbles as he barges past, his gaze fixed upon Mclaggen's arm as it blocks your entry to his classroom. Snape gestures briefly for you to walk ahead of him as soon as Cormac drops his arm and he follows behind you as you enter the classroom, leaving Cormac standing out in the corridor with his mouth agape.

Snape stalks over to the front of the classroom, swishing his wand to close the shutters on the windows, leaving only the large window at the front of the class to light the room.

"Today's class will be a continuation of our last session, I pray one week away has not melted your tiny brains and that some information was retained," he says as he scribbles on the chalkboard, writing 'Amortentia' in his beautiful, decorative script.

"Last week miss y/l/n brewed a perfect draft of Amortentia and I would like for you all to try and replicate this impressive feat," he says, gesturing towards a small vial of potion in his hand, a sample of your potion from last week. "You may work in partners, I dare say the probability of success should be increased but I have yet to see such things."

Chatter begins to spread throughout the classroom as people link up and you're name is called out more than a few times as people hope to partner up with you.

"Miss y/l/n shall be working alone, her accomplishments will not be diminished by an idle participant. The recipe and method are listed in your textbooks, page 634, the ingredients have been placed by your benches, I expect a better turn out than last week."

He moves to stand beside your bench and you look up at him expectedly, not yet starting your preparations for brewing the love potion.

"Would you stop by my office after class?"

"Yes sir," you reply politely, confused by his request but not dwelling on it as you gather ingredients. He nods and walks away with a flourish of his cape, already calling out students for not using the proper method.

Your nerves consumed you, not of brewing the potion again but of the result. Having spent the week with the Weasley's, you were more conflicted than ever about who you truly loved, finding no resolution to your conflict. The night you'd all spent together had only further added to your confusion, finding that it felt right and without conflict and there had been no awkwardness or regret from any of you the next morning.

You set to brewing the potion, the same way you had the previous week though this time you paid meticulous attention to the heat, ensuring that it didn't boil over again, even for a moment. You still weren't convinced that you'd brewed it correctly, despite Snape's claims, knowing that the changing smells must have been a fault.

You caught sight of Cormac in the corner who was already looking at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you brewing love potion. You thought for a brief second you'd need a second cauldron to vomit into but you didn't humour him and just turned your attention back to your potion.

Once you'd added all of your ingredients, you turned off the flame below and allowed it to sit on the residual heat just as you had before, this time watching as each bubble popped to the surface, keeping a fixed eye upon the steady effervescence.

The moonstone powder circulated in the elixir and began to shine in a pearlescent swirl, signs that it was already coming together. When the steam above the cauldron began to twist and change, forming long spirals, you knew you'd done it once again.

Snape was on hand immediately, apparently carefully overseeing your creation and stepped forward to once again place a lilyfig leaf into the mixture. He let out a small, clipped smile as the leaf disintegrated before your eyes, eroding in the liquid until it had disappeared entirely. Snape looked up towards you with a look you couldn't place, holding your gaze for just a moment before announcing to the glass that you had once again drafted a quíntese example of what Amortentia should be.

"20 points to Gryffindor," he says, looking up at you as you break out into a thankful but bashful smile. The Gryffindor's in the room all cheer excitedly at your collection of house points, shouting out your name and hollering until Snape puts an end to the ruckus. He then nods once towards you and moves away, tending to other cauldrons that seem to be on the verge of boiling over or worse.

It was now or never. You looked at the potion before you, entranced by the spiralling steam and stepped closer, ready to discover for the second time who you would smell. You tried to clear your mind, not to think of either twin as to not cloud your judgment and stepped forward, preparing to smell either Dandelion and Burdock or Pumpkin Spice.

When neither came, you frowned, looking down at the potion that seemed to be correct but wasn't emitting anything you recognised, until it hit you.

The smell of the ground after it had rained.

It had always been one of your favourite smells in the world, only right now there was a very specific memory attached to that scent, the particular smell of dried grass mixing in with it that made you certain where the scent originated.

The morning after your threesome with the twins.

You began to stir, slowly rising out of your dreams as wakefulness overcomes you, quickly realising that you were lay in bed between both twins who were still sleeping soundly either side of you. You stretched out your legs and winced a little at the soreness between your legs but couldn't help but bloom into a smile at the thought of the previous night, of being loved by both of them, together. The ache between your legs served as a reminder or a souvenir you could say of the wonderful night.

Not wanting to disturb them, you lay in bed and looked out of the window, seeing the warm hues of dawn outside, the rain no longer falling as the sun bloomed over the hilltops.

"G'morning princess," Fred says sleepily from behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulls you closer to him and cuddles you.

"Morning handsome," you whisper as you smile, not wanting to wake George just yet as you snuggle into him, feeling him press gentle kisses to any area exposed to him.

"It's stopped raining," you say absently as you feel him stretch out his long legs behind you. He hums in reply, too focused on you. You see George begin to stir in front of you and even in his sleep he reaches out for you, arm extending to drop around your waist. You reach over, shifting in Fred's hold but not pulling away, to press a little kiss to the tip of George's nose, seeing him do a little scrunch off his nose and then a little blissful smile as he begins to wake.

His eyes flutter open and he smiles sleepily as he sees you, his hand reaching to stroke your waist as he wakes up.

"Morning angel," he says quietly, his voice still deep and rusty from sleep, making your heart skip.

"Morning Georgie," you smile, reaching out for him too, placing your hand on his chest.

You all lay cuddling for a little while, just enjoying the slowness and stillness of the peaceful morning before George gets up to open the window, feeling a little warm from the body heat.

"It's stopped raining," he points out, climbing back into the comfy bed and making you smile at the similar comment you made earlier. Immediately the smell of the ground after the rain drifts in through the window and takes over your senses completely, wrapping you in an extra layer of comfort and peace as you lie there between your loves.

The scent suddenly changes and pulls you out of your little daydream, the strong scent wrapping around you like a warm blanket as you smell familiar whizzbang smoke, so identifiable in its undertones that you can't help but smile. The musky, burnt smell is instantly recognisable as it mixes with a lingering sweetness that cannot be confused with anything else.

The scent then changes abruptly to something you couldn't place. It was unlike anything you'd ever smelt, an array of scents mixed together so perfectly that the individual notes were indecipherable. Almost like a smoky incense with sweet notes and something clean, a warmth to the scent that seemed to ignite something in you that you couldn't explain. You frowned, not knowing what it was but it was undeniable that it made you think of both Fred and George, like a perfect blend of the two.

It was both. You loved them both.

Tears brimmed at your eyes as you stood looking down into the shining liquid but this time they were tears of pure happiness and elation. You no longer felt any guilt or shame at your feelings, knowing that it was unequivocally equal.

But then the weight of guilt and pain overwhelmed you again, knowing that now you would never be able to choose between them.

Class finished rather uneventfully and you couldn't help but thank Professor Snape for asking you to stick around and visit his office afterwards, having seen Cormac waiting for you in the corridor.

"Run along McLaggen," Snape says as he ushers you out the classroom towards his office, hardly casting a glance to Cormac as he glided past him. You followed diligently as you rounded the corridor towards the heavy wooden door at the end; the potion master's office. You'd only been in Snape's office once before, on account of Fred and George's antics. You were all reprimanded and given detention, though you were only guilt by association that time.

You stepped into the dark, cellar-like room and gazed around at the dark wooden shelves littered with multiple glass jars that spanned the entirety on the room, the circular desk in the center being the focal point of the entire room. Snape moves to stand behind the desk, offering you a seat in one of the plush leather chairs as he shifts a pile of exercise books and essay parchments that you assumed he had been marking.

"Professor Mcgonagall has told me that you have a meeting with her tomorrow in regards to your career prospectives," he says, taking a seat at his chair.

"Yes sir," you confirm, nodding slightly as he pulls out a pile of papers.

"And you are intending to carry on with Potions at NEWT level?"

"Yes sir," you nod again, a little confused by Snape's questions. "I got outstanding in my OWLs, I understood that was the criteria?"

"Yes," he says absently, "and do you wish to carry out a career in brewing?"

"I'm not sure sir, I enjoy it and I seem to be proficient enough," you say, trying not to sound clueless, not quite wanting to admit that you didn't have a plan for your future.

"Well quite," he interjects, attentively listening to your answer. A smile flashes briefly on your face at his conversational addition before you continue speaking.

"I just don't quite know what I want," you answer honestly, the irony of your words not lost on you as you consider that you were just as indecisive in all elements of your life.

He hums out a vague reply as he considers your words before leaning forward on the desk, hands crossed as he speaks directly to you.

"Have you not considered applying for prefect status?" His words surprise you and you can do nothing but shake your head, not wanting to voice your honest truth that it would conflict too much with your personal life, knowing that you'd have to either turn a blind eye to your boyfriend's antics or repeatedly get them in trouble.

"The reason I ask, is that a position will be available at the start of next term as potion master's assistant," he explains, "it would entail preparing ingredients, organising the stores, including my own, ordering, inventory and various necessary admin. I'd like to firstly offer the position to you." Your eyebrows shoot you into your head at his words, astounded by his offer. "You've proven time and time again how proficient you are and I dare say you would be the only student in the school worthy of the title."

You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out, still in a state of shock at his offer, trying once again not to blush at his praise.

"I'll require an answer by the end of the week, after that the role will be offered to other students," he adds, "please consider my offer, it will serve you well in the future, even if your chosen path is not amongst this craft."

"Thank you professor," you say, finally managing to get the words out. "It's an honour to be chosen, I'll consider it," you smile, feeling a little overwhelmed. He nods with soft eyes, pleased by your reply. A moment passes as you wait to be dismissed and he gestures to the door, allowing you to leave. You gather your books and smile up at him about to exit when you turn back, "Professor, thank you for the book recommendation the other day, it's certainly much better than Jigger's Opuscule," you laughed, walking out of the office before closing the door and walking up the stairs to the great hall.

You were mightily thankful that Cormac had taken Snape's advice and had disappeared by the time you exited the dungeons. You made your way to the great hall ready for lunch after your double lesson and meeting with Snape.

You were a little nervous at seeing the twins since your discovery in potions and the role offer that followed, realising on your walk that you had so much to discuss with them.

Everyone was already gathered around the dining table at you walked into the hall, already tucking in to their lunches, Ron with particular vigour as usual. George looked up first, seeing you approach and gave you a sweet smile as he shifted down on the bench, making more room between himself and Fred. As George shifted, Fred looked up and smiled at you, also making room between the pair, though in a much blunter sense as he ordered Neville to scoot up, shoving his plate away for him.

You greeted everyone as you took your place and immediately felt two hands on each of your thighs, one from each twin underneath the table. George's stayed a little more PG over your skirts whereas Fred hand slipped under the fabric, caressing your bare leg just about your knee.

"Here she is," Cormac said, standing behind Ginny who was seated across from you. You immediately tensed upon hearing his voice, knowing that whatever slipped from his mouth would antagonise the twins.

"McLaggen," you greeted unenthusiastically, almost sighing at you reached for a piece of chicken, your gaze hardly meeting his, praying he'd go away.

"You never gave me an answer you know," he says flirting with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you immediately feel both twins beside you tense, Fred's hand inadvertently gripping your thighs just a little tighter. George straightened in his seat, as if making himself taller and more alert, no doubt fixing Mclaggen with a harsh stare. "Those house points you received have only upped my offer. Snape may have let you escape this time but I'll be waiting." He winks and walks away and you have to hold back a shudder at the thought. How long had he stood practising that line?

"Um what was that about?" Ron said, briefly pausing his feasting to look at you with a confused face.

"She got 20 points again in class!" Katie said excitedly from the other side of Neville, and the response was mixed amongst your group. Ginny, Harry, Neville and Hermione all celebrated your little win, telling you well done as they smiled at the little victory. Ron looked confused as ever, still frowning as George and Fred beside you looked tense and quite frankly, pissed off.

"Not that," Fred spat out, turning to look at you harshly.

You sighed, feeling your good mood slipping further and further away.

"Cormac asked me out," you said with a shrug, focusing your attention on picking at your chicken leg so you didn't have to look at anyone, "Snape burst in before I could tell him no."

"Why would you tell him no?" Hermione asks outraged and you can't help but shoot your gaze up to her at her sudden outburst, seeing her turn bright red as she realises she'd said that out loud. "Well he's not exactly bad looking, as Trolls and things go and his father's rather high up in the ministry," she mumbles, trying to dig herself out of a hole.

You snort at her words and place down the chicken you'd still yet to eat, "well if that's the new requirements for a boyfriend then Malfoy better watch out," you joke, trying to break the tension. "Personally I'd like more than not a troll and a rich daddy."

"Oh yeah, like what?" George says, seemingly less pissed off than his identical brother who still seemed tense and frustrated. You shoot him a little look as if to say what the hell and he merely smirks down at you, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"Aww Georgie, sad I didn't describe you?" You tease, trying to act as just friends in front of everyone. "You want me to say tall, ginger and funny so you can sleep tonight?"

Everyone around the table laughs, unaware of the deeper meaning to your words.

"Shove off," he replies without any conviction, playing his role perfectly as he shoots you a subtle wink. Fred seems to have defrosted slightly but still seems a little more uptight than usual and so you knew you had to pull out the big guns. "You wish," he adds with a knowing smirk.

"I was actually talking about Fred," you joke, nudging the other brother who suddenly smiled a little dopey smile and you felt his hand un-tense around your leg as he stroked his thumb over your skin softly.

"I am better looking than you," he smirks as his brother who simply rolls his eyes and you're glad to see that the tension had finally slipped away.

"So how come you were so late?" Ginny asks, putting down her knife and fork before reaching for her goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Oh," you said, "Snape called me into his office."

The twins immediately 'oooh' as everyone looks at you surprised, thinking the worst.

"What did you do? Blow up a cauldron?" Fred jokes.

"Relabel the Lacewing flies?" George adds.

"Talk in class?" Fred.

"Late?" George.

"Skirt too short?" Fred smirks.

"No," you huff before turning your head straight to Fred, realising his words, "what's wrong with my skirt?" You ask.

"Literally nothing," he flirts and you roll your eyes, elbowing his arm as George chuckles.

"He asked me to be potion master's assistant next term," you explain, finally taking a bite out of your lunch. Everyone goes silent, looking surprised at you.

"That's unheard of!" Hermione says, a little too loudly. "No sixth year has ever been an assistant! It's like a first year getting head girl!"

You don't know what to say and simply shrug, turning back to your lunch.

"Well done princess," you hear Fred say as he leans into you subtly, making you blush. George's hand creeps up your back to stroke at your hip and you turn to look at him to see a sweet smile that conveys his own congratulations.

"You must take it!" Hermione says, pressing the matter. "You'd surely be the youngest Head's assistant in history!"

"I'm thinking about it," you reply with a nod, trying to tune out the rest of the conversation, hoping it shifts to something else. Eventually it does and you take the opportunity to lean over to Fred, whispering in his ear.

"Are you free later?" You ask and he looks up at you with a nod, eyes washing over your face, towards your lips before flicking back up to meet your gaze, trying to figure out your intentions.

"Black lake after hours?" You ask, raising your eyebrow teasingly at him and you can see the initial surprise in his eyes before he nods, a little too enthusiastically which makes you smile. He subtly nods to his twin who is deep in conversation with Angelina about something quidditch you didn't understand and you shake your head at his nonverbal question, trying to convey that you wanted him alone. His smile widens just slightly as his hand squeezes your thigh again before you both turn back to the larger group, hoping nobody saw your little exchange.

You'd managed to borrow the Marauders map from Harry for your little jaunt, knowing that it would be tricky to sneak all the way out without a lookout and you didn't trust yourself to be alert enough around Fred. You met Fred in the common room and began to sneak around the corridors, avoiding Filch and prefects until you were stood in front of the statue of Gregory the Smarmy, shifting around it with great precision until you slipped into the little passageway beneath that lead out onto the grounds surrounding the school, close to the lake.

"So princess," Fred says as you walk out towards the lake, taking your hand in his, "Is there a reason for this or did you just miss me?"

"Both," you admitted, pulling him closer to you by your entwined hands, feeling elated at getting to spend time with him as your boyfriend, away from everyone else.

You made your way to the bank and sat down on the rocks, looking out at the calm, moonlit water. Your nerves were starting to get the better of you as you looked at Fred, seeing the moonlight framing his face beautifully, illuminating his sparkling eyes and highlighting his strong features.

"I wanted to talk, about everything, away from George," you said, breaking the silence. Fred turns to you with hesitation in his eyes, feeling the foreboding sense of pain. "I'm going to just speak openly about what I need you to know and I just want you to listen okay, otherwise I'll never get through this and please no teasing, it's hard enough to admit without that." He nods silently, showing that he's listening.

You stand, pacing a little already as you fight to get the words out with Fred still seated watching your every move.

"It's always been you. You have been my best friend since practically my first day here. It was you that always gave me butterflies and your name I used to scribble in my little notebooks, you I'd focus on during Quidditch games and cheer the loudest for. I can't remember a time that I didn't fancy you, even as a first year before I really knew what it meant to like someone, I always felt some extra kind of pull towards you. Then you started growing your hair out and I thought I was going to die from being so attracted to you, like every time you looked at me I thought I might faint. And then the flirting started and the little touches and then that night at the pond at your house happened, when you and George told me how you felt and since then I've been a mess. I never intended to fall for George, it just happened so naturally and so quickly that I feel like I'm still dizzy from it," you pause, taking a long breath as you suddenly stop pacing.

A sudden rush makes you jump as Fred moves to stand directly in front of you.

"You said 'fall for George', you love him?" He asks, towering over you. You nod, trying to be brave under his imploring eyes.

"Do you love me?" He asks, his vulnerability showing as his slightly sad eyes look into yours. You nod again and are suddenly swept into a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs, his hand cradling your chin as he pulls you deeper and deeper in. When you pull apart, Fred rests his lips on your forehead, the height different allowing him to tuck you into his body, chin resting on your head as he holds you.

"I love you," you say, pulling away slightly so that you can look up at him, seeing an infectious smile blooming across his face.

"Princess, I've loved you for a very long time," he says, still smiling as he leans down to give you another passionate kiss.

"But, George," he says after a moment, pulling away to look at you with a mixture of emotions you can't identify. A figure in the near distance makes you smile as you spot them walking towards you with perfect timing.

"Evening," George says as he approaches you both, handing you the marauders map that you'd agreed to 'drop' in the hidden passageway beneath Gregory the Smarmy, allowing George to join you. Fred looks at you both and chuckles, thankfully seeing the funny side of your little plan.

"You knew?" He asks his twin, playfully shoving him as George nods with a little chuckle.

"She caught me earlier, snook away from Charms during our free period," George explains before he reaches out and kisses your head, taking a seat on the rocks, joined by his twin a moment later as they look up at you.

"Same rules, please just let me get this all out first," you say, continuing your little speech. "You both know as much as the other right now and if I stop I won't be able to start again." They nod, muttering some kind of verbal acknowledgment as George waves his hand, urging you to continue.

You take a deep breath and start again, trying to calm your nerves and pluck up some form of confidence.

"Something happened before the break, in Potions," you explained, finally telling them the whole story. "You asked me what I smelled that day brewing the Amortentia and I never told you because I thought I'd made a faulty batch." You sighed, turning to look at them, seeing the confused looks on their faces, a tense sadness lingering as they waited to hear what you were going to say, who you were going to chose.

"I smelt dandelion and burdock, then toasted marshmallows and then whizzbang smoke," you admitted, adding quickly as you looked towards George, "but then Snape came over and distracted me, my potion started bubbling so I ran over and turned it off the heat but when I went back to it, it didn't smell the same. It was pumpkin spice, your jumper and whizzbang smoke."

You looked away from them again, trying to force out the last part of your little speech.

"I know you both want me to choose and believe me I've tried, I've desperately tried, but I can't, I can't choose when I love you both. This morning in potions, we brewed Armortentia again and this time it was different, it wasn't either of you it was both, mixed together. The smell after the rain, whizzbang smoke and... something else I can't place like a complete mixture of you two? It's hard to explain, it's warm and sweet but clean and faintly smoky, I don't know what it is but it's definitely you."

You started pacing again. "You're going to leave after this year and I still have my last year to do, Snape wants me to be his assistant, you're going to go off and starting the shop and I'm going to be left behind and I'm worried about that. I can't chose between you and I'm going to lose you both just because I stupidly fell in love with both of you, you can't wait forever and you'll find someone else and I can't be without either of you."

They both stand in unison, moving towards you, causing you to stop rambling.

"We'll not be at school, but we'll always wait for you," Fred says reaching out for you.

"We want a future with you, regardless of what or who you decide or even if you don't, we'll be here," George adds, taking your hand. Tears form in your eyes as you finally disclose everything you've been feeling.

"Y/n," Fred says, pulling your attention back to him, his tone serious as he uses your full name, "I've liked you ever since you sat down at the table after you were sorted into Gryffindor and I've loved you almost as long as that, every single day I love you more," he says, looking directly at you, "truthfully, I'd have been broken if you chose George but I'd have respected your decision and let you both be happy."

"And for me, exactly the same. I've loved you just as long but I accepted that it was Fred you liked, always secretly hoping you'd look at me the way you did him. But then you did and every day since I've felt like the luckiest wizard alive," George says, wiping at your eyes as a tear falls down your cheek. "This whole thing started because we both wanted to be with you and we wanted to both have a chance at loving you, that hasn't changed," he adds. Fred nods along with his brother's words.

"We knew how hard it would be for you to choose but we didn't anticipate how hard it would be for either of us to let go," Fred says, linking his hand with yours so that they were both holding one of your hands. "And then our feelings got deeper and we sensed that yours did too." You nodded along with him, agreeing with his words.

"Angel," George says, pulling your attention to him, "I don't know how it's going to work, but we'll make it work because it's us," he says, "we create our own future, remember? That night on the balcony, you told me how proud you were of us, defying conventions and other's opinions, of knowing what we want?" You nodded along again, remembering the conversation clearly. "We want you. So we defy expectations and ignore opinions. I told you I'd keep you forever if I could and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

"Me too, I might add," Fred says with a cheeky smile.

"I love you both, so much," you say, looking between them.

"I love you," George says, moving to kiss you, pulling you in to his chest. You then turn to Fred who smirks as he walks over.

"I love you too," he says, grinning as he leans down to kiss you deeply. "More, I might add," he whispers as you pull away, earning a swift kick to the shin by his twin.

After that night, you made it official with the twins, no longer having to hide your relationship from your friends and peers. You'd expected people to be more shocked and less amenable than they were but as soon as the initial gossip had circulated, you found that almost everyone was accepting of your unconventional relationship. Molly and Arthur had been surprised to say the least but they had quickly come around to the idea and had been as warm and welcoming as ever, especially excited at the prospect of you being their future daughter in law, which was brought up often.

Time passed quickly during the twins' last year as you spent your time preparing for your NEWTS, spending time with your friends and boyfriends, cheering at quidditch games and being Potion Master's assistant, the role you'd accepted only a day after Snape's offer.

You still didn't have a set plan for your future, all you knew was that Fred and George would be a prominent and continuous fixture within it, the two men you loved.

{Flash forward}

It was early in the morning on a sunny April Saturday when you walked down Diagon Alley, three takeaway teas in hand from the cafe around the corner as you strolled towards the brightest shop in the street, both in colour and innovation.

93 Diagon Alley was a beacon of light in the otherwise dull street, the other stores not holding a candle to it's vibrancy. You'd been given a special leave for the weekend, signed off by both your father and your 'boss' the potion master, under the guise that you would be collecting orders for the school's potion stores. In honesty, you were here for the grand opening of your boyfriends' shop, finally getting to see it in person for the first time after months of planning and designing with them.

You beamed with a smile as you spotted the humongous figurehead of your boyfriends' likeness in the front window, enchanted to repeatedly remove and then restore the top hat, revealing a rabbit underneath the hat. Above the shop was the flat where your boyfriends had moved in to after leaving the burrow, the same flat you planned to move into with them once school was over.

Your smile only increased when you spotted two very familiar faces waiting by the front door to the shop, already dressed for the day in their three piece suits which were not identical in colour but were matching in every other sense. You walked quickly over the cobbles as you felt the cardboard carrying tray and the teas levitate out of your hand; seeing George flourishing his wand so that they didn't spill as you began racing towards them after not seeing them for nearly two weeks. You ran straight into Fred's waiting arms as George placed the teas beside you, waiting his turn with you.

Fred pulled you immediately into a passionate kiss, his left arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you to his body whilst his right hand crept to his favourite spot on your jaw.

As you pulled apart, George pulled you towards him by your hand and immediately kissed you with as much passion as Fred, his arms caging you in his hold.

"I'm so excited! It looks so amazing, I'm already so proud of you both!" You beamed excitedly, ready to be the first official customer inside the doors of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

They both beamed in pure elation as Fred unlocked the door with his wand, casting some form of enchantment they used as the door opened wide, showcasing the mind blowing interior, stocked to the high heavens with all their amazing creations. Fred stepped aside, ushering you to step through first as they moved to walk behind you, carefully watching your face as you entered their pride and joy.

As you stepped through the threshold of the store, your breath caught in your throat as two things overwhelmed you simultaneously. Firstly, the sheer pride and amazement at the store in its entirety, so beautifully created to be the physical embodiment of everything Fred and George stood for. The shop was warm, fun, playful and eccentric, their life's creations displayed over five inviting and magical floors, filled to the brim with joy.

The second thing that rendered you entirely breathless was the smell. Clean, warm, sweet and smoky, all mixed together to create the perfect scent of your boyfriends. You couldn't stop the tears that ran down your face in pure happiness as you were finally able to place the scent that had plagued you everyday since you brewed the second draft of Amortentia. You laughed out loud in sheer delight at the absurdity of it all, the final piece connecting to perfect the puzzle of your life.

"The smell," you explained, turning to the twins who were watching you with slight concern at your reaction, seeing tears falling down your face. "This was the third scent of the love potion, the one I could never explain. It was both of you, it was always both of you."

Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to read, like, comment and reblog my work! I’ve enjoyed every second of writing this series and hope to add more to their love story in the future 🖤✨

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Hey I love your imagines sm and I was wondering could you do a jealous mbappe x reader so like kylian brings the reader (his girlfriend) to go meet the psg team and neymar is flirting with her and kylian gets really mad? Thank you

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: NOT YOU MAKING ME WRITE ABOUT MY POOKIE BEING THE BAD GUY OF THE STORY <//3 haha jkjk ( NeyNey is my babygorl tho) Im glad you like my imagines, thank you so much for the compliment !!! And as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You've been dating Kylian for a few months now, and you couldn't be happier. Spending time with him always brings you joy, and he never fails to be sweet and attentive to your needs. Tonight, you have a special event planned - you're going to meet the PSG team for the first time, and understandably, you're feeling a little nervous. It's important to you to make a good impression on Kylian's friends, who are like a second family to him.

The event is a party hosted by one of his teammates, and you've dressed to impress. You're wearing a black two-piece set, which fits you perfectly and accentuates your curves in all the right places. Your black crop top showcases your breasts, while your 90s low-rise Ruched Flare Legging Pants flatter your figure and allow your belly piercing to peek through. To complete the look, you've chosen a pair of stylish wedge heels. You've let your hair fall naturally, and you've applied smokey eye makeup to match your outfit, now feeling way more confident and ready to make a great impression on Kylian's friends. As you approach the front door and put on your earrings, you call out to Kylian, "Babe, I'm ready!" When you arrive, you see that he's already waiting for you, with a wide smile on his face. "You look absolutely gorgeous, my love," he says, wrapping his arms around you and giving your butt a playful squeeze. He suggests that it might be okay to be a little late, with a wink and a hint of something more suggestive. You laugh and playfully slap his chest, "Kylian, no! Let's go!" He pouts, but eventually relents with a playful "Okayyyy." You smile and give him a kiss on the lips, to which he eagerly responds. He opens the door for you, and the two of you step out together.

As you mingle at the party, you find yourself having a surprisingly good time. You've met and chatted with most of Kylian's teammates, except for Neymar Jr. Although you're familiar with him from the headlines, you haven't had a chance to formally introduce yourself yet. Besides that, you've clicked instantly with a few of the other WAGS and have been dancing and enjoying the fantastic vibes all around. It's turning out to be a fantastic night. You are conversing with one of the WAGS and enjoying your drink when you feel a hand on your waist unexpectedly. When you look around, Kylian is standing behind you.

"Hey, babe," he says, leaning in to give you a kiss.

"Hey," you reply, smiling up at him.

As you turn back to your newly founded friend, you notice someone else looking at you. It's one of Kylian's teammates, Neymar, and he's giving you a flirty smile. You make an effort not to analyze his glance too much because you suspect he may be gazing somewhere else. You try to ignore him and focus on your conversation, but you can feel Neymar's eyes on you. Neymar did not see the kiss you and Kylian shared, so in his eyes you are a free woman. You glance over at Kylian, who is now standing beside you, and you can see that he's noticed Neymar's attention.

"Hey, Neymar," Kylian says, his voice cold. "What's up?"

"Nothing, man," Neymar replies, still grinning at you. "Just admiring this gorgeous lady here," he winks at you, “What's your name?”

Kylian's grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his body tensing up. "She's not just any girl, Neymar," he says, his tone low and menacing. "Ela é minha namorada. Então observe-se (She's my girlfriend. So watch yourself)."

Neymar raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I didn't know.. just relax."

Kylian glares at him for a few more seconds before finally letting go of your waist. You can feel his anger radiating off of him, and you're not sure how to calm him down.

"Let's go outside for a bit," he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the door.

Once you're outside, Kylian turns to you, his expression softening a bit. "I'm sorry about that, babe," he says, his voice apologetic. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

"It's okay," you reply, trying to reassure him. "I know you just care about me."

"I do," he says, pulling you into a hug. "I just don't like other guys looking at you like that. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it." Kylian regards you as his first love, despite the fact that he has had a few women prior to you. He loves you more than words can express, which explains why he occasionally exhibits some possessive behavior.

You smile up at him, feeling a warm feeling spread through your chest. You know that Kylian can be a bit possessive, but you also know that he cares about you deeply.

As the night goes on, you and Kylian continue to have a good time, dancing and laughing with your friends. But every now and then, you catch him glancing over at Neymar, his jaw clenched tight.

Eventually, Kylian excuses himself to go to the bathroom, and you're left standing by the bar with some of the other WAGS. You are admiring the bar and remarking on how nice it is to have a home bar. That's when Neymar comes over to you.

"Hey, sorry about before," he says, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset Kylian like that."

"It's fine," you reply, trying to be polite. "He just gets a bit jealous sometimes," you let out a small laugh.

Neymar nods. "Yeah, I can tell. But, you know, he doesn't own you or anything. You're free to do what you want."

You frown at him, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I know that," you say

Neymar leans in a bit closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I'm just saying," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "If you ever want to have some fun on the side, I'm here for you."

You take a step back, feeling a surge of anger and disgust. "Excuse me?" you say, your voice sharp.

"I mean it," Neymar says, his grin widening. "I can show you a good time. Better than Kylian ever could."

You feel your face flush with anger, and you're about to say something when you hear a voice behind you.

"Get your hands off of her," Kylian growls.

You turn to see Kylian standing there, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes are dark with anger, and you can see the muscles in his jaw working.

Neymar backs away from you, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I was just joking around."

Kylian takes a step forward, bringing his face just inches away from Neymar's. "Do you think it's funny to hit on my girlfriend?" he says in a low, dangerous voice. Neymar responds defiantly, "Oh yeah? And what if I do? Que porra você vai fazer sobre isso? (The fuck are you gonna do about it?)" You feel a wave of fear and tension wash over you, knowing that things could turn ugly fast - and to make matters worse, they're teammates. Both of them have been drinking, which has only heightened their anger levels, but you're hoping that things won't escalate any further.

Quickly, you nudge some of the other WAGS for help, and they promptly move to help you push in between the boys. Both Kylian and Neymar back away from each other without trying to push any of you aside, which is a relief. As Kylian steps back, his hands still clenched into fists, he calls out, "Apenas dê o fora daqui (Just get the fuck out of here)," his voice cold and unforgiving. The loud music drowns out anything Neymar might have been saying as he walks away, and you hope that he didn't hear what Kylian said or else he might have come back looking for a fight. Nevertheless, you're relieved that the situation has been diffused without any physical altercations.

"Are you okay?" Kylian says, turning to you and taking your hand.

You nod, feeling a bit shaken. "Yeah," you say, your voice a bit unsteady. "Thanks for coming to my rescue." In theory, he did save you when Neymar started to bother you, so you're not sure whether to lecture him or not. You simply decide that thanking him is best.

Kylian pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. "I'll always protect you," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "No matter what."

You feel a wave of gratitude and love for Kylian, knowing that he truly cares about you. But at the same time, you can't help but wonder if his possessiveness feels a bit suffocating. When you are around, you don't want others to be on edge.

As the night wears on, Kylian stays close to you, his eyes constantly scanning the room. You try to let loose and have fun with the other WAGS, but it's difficult to fully enjoy yourself knowing that Kylian needs constant reassurance. You can't help but feel like you're missing out on the fun as you focus on keeping Kylian calm and avoiding any further conflicts.

Finally, as the party begins to wind down, Kylian pulls you aside.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he says, his voice soft. "I know I can get a bit jealous sometimes."

"It's okay" you say, giving him a small smile. "I appreciate that you care about me, but I don't think threatening people is the best way to handle situations like that. While I'm grateful you came to my aid, it's important to remember that you're a public figure and your actions have consequences. I don't want to see you get into trouble because of me."

Kylian sighs, nodding in agreement. "You're right. Sometimes I forget that my actions have a bigger impact than just the immediate moment. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult position, my love." He sounds regretful because he knew that before the mayhem erupted, you were having fun.

You reach out and gently caress his cheek to reassure him, "Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from….But of course, thank you for sticking up for me… and I still did have a lot of fun tonight."

Kylian grins, "Of course, anything for you. And just so you know, I'll always stand up for you. You're not just some girl to me, you're my girlfriend and I want to protect you."

You chuckle, "I know that. And I appreciate it. But let's try to avoid unnecessary confrontations in the future, okay?"

"Okay," Kylian agrees. "I promise to be more mindful of my actions if people try to talk to my soon-to-be-wife.”

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, “What am I going to do with you Kylian?”

“I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” he says in a playful tone causing you to let out a small laugh.

You lean in to give him a quick kiss. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you more," he replies, gazing at you with adoration. "And I'll always strive to be the best partner I can be."

You could see Kylian's mood lighten up as he realized that everything was going to be okay.

You two walked back into the party and only stayed for an extra hour-or so before leaving. As you two are walking up to your house, Kylian leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

You smile, feeling grateful for the amazing man by your side. "You don't have to make it up to me, Ky. I just want you to be happy."

He squeezes your hand, his eyes shining with affection. "I am happy, because I have you."

Kylian stops and faces you as you both approach the front entrance of the house.

He leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and tender against yours. "You are my world, Y/N I love you so so much,” he murmurs before sighing, “What am I going to do with you?"

You smile cheekily, “ I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” you say, mimicking him from earlier.

He smiles, nods, "Glady," and presses his lips once more against yours.

Love and affection filled the air as you both kissed each other, and you both realized that no matter what the future contained, the only thing that mattered was that you had each other.

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