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day0walker · 1 year

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casually drops a 2.3k xavier/benji for @fr0ntier again like i’m crazy anyway goodbye cw: canon typical violence btw

“We got one.”

Xavier’s rifle punched up against his shoulder, hard recoil. A good feeling, all things considered; he didn’t feel much when he was in the thick of it. Some part of Xavier that was fundamentally him just…shut off. Went somewhere else for a while; somewhere nicer than here, probably. No longer a man, but 0-5. Shadow. Operator. Killer. He squeezed the trigger, felt the jostle of his tactical gear as he ran. Rendezvous. Leaving soon; extract. Everything bounced in his skull, made for a clear vision of, go now. Go there. Kill them. Survive.

“Enemy combatant is medical.”

He skidded around the corner of the building, bits of the ground popping up around him from the grind of his boot heels. Xavier’s hand slapped onto the wall, his eyes going fuzzy and out of focus for a second. The transition of being something made for war into being a person again felt like he similar to being yanked from underwater by a fish hook. Caught right under the rib and pulled onto the dock to get his fucking head cut off.

“Corporal, where—”

“On my way.”

—

When Xavier enters the crumbling half formed room, he’s thankful for one thing—it’s Lark with his rifle pointed to Benji’s head and not Wilson.

Other than that, there’s nothing but an oily slick feeling in his stomach and cold sweat beading across his chest and back. Benji’s prone, hands on the ground in front of him, helmet tore off and in Wilson’s big, meaty fucking paw. Benson’s hovering by the window, skittish and nervous eyes scanning constantly; the warzone’s more north than this. Makes Xavier wonder if Benji was recovery, or last in—doesn’t matter, he figures. He’ll die here if Xavier isn’t careful. Die right on the ground of some nondescript, derelict location.

For an agonizingly slow second, Xavier does think about that. Thinks about the red wash of Benji’s brains across the floor. Slices that image right between the one of Benji’s quick witted replies to a joke, his dead pan snark and also his hands, warm and alive and touching Xavier’s sides. The bullet would enter from the back and come out right between those sad brown eyes.

Xavier’s fingers twitch, all ten of them.

“What you want done with this one?” Wilson asks and Xavier can see the blood across the operators knuckles. He tosses Benji’s helmet aside and the clatter of it feels entirely too loud to Xavier. It echoes inside him, unending. Long, bottomless steps down to a basement he’ll never reach.

“Kill him,” Benson seethes between his giant horse teeth. His pale eyes are narrowed, skating off Benji and back to the window. Quick flick to Xavier, Wilson, then the window again. Poor fucking Benny. Was never right after the first time Commander Graves punished him for fucking up.

“You don’t kill medics.”

Lark’s voice of reason makes every man in the room look at him, including the one positioned on the ground. Xavier get’s a glimpse of the blood welling up on his split eyebrow and feels sick to his stomach in ways he didn’t know was possible.

“Least one of you isn’t all shite, yeah? Geneva Convention n’all that.”

Xavier’s eyes briefly close. He thinks, Jesus. Not even with a gun to the back of his fucking head.

“You think we give a fuck?” Wilson says, stepping forward. He can see that cruel contempt curling up over his face, something physical, something morbid. Like there’s a swarm of insects underneath his skin, all fighting to get to the surface. More filth than he is human, Wilson.

“I reckon y’don’t think much at all, mate.”

It’s fast the way Wilson is darting forward and Lark is meeting him halfway, one hand raised, the other still holding the rifle. Tip of it still grazing the back of Benji’s skull and making Xavier’s heart thud and thud and thud. Benson’s fast, pathetic barking and all Xavier can think is, I don’t want you to die, Benji. I like you alive, I like you warm and alive. So he’s the one stepping forward instead, he’s the one reaching down while Lark is shouting at Wilson to step back. He’s the one and he has to be the one.

He grabs Benji by the hair. He pulls, without any grace or hint of delicacy. With no trace of sympathy or kindness. He takes him and he hauls him onto his knees.

Convincing, convincing, convincing, his mind chants.

Xavier’s fingers thread harsher into Benji’s hair (for a moment, he’s remembering putting his nose there, kissing into these curls, his hand curling around the nape of Benji’s neck and—) and he jerks the man’s skull back against his thigh so hard it pulls the medic’s entire body where he’s kneeling. Oh God, Xavier thinks, Oh God, please.

“Fuckin Brit,” he sneers and he’s shocked at how venomous it sounds, how cruelty rolls off his tongue with ease. “You either shut up, or I shut you up.” And he’s begging, he’s radiating the feeling through the expanse of his leg where Benji’s been forced to lean against him. Please, he thinks, please. His knee bounces slightly, jolts against the middle of Benji’s shoulders, and he can’t loosen his fingers even if he wants to. Not because they’d notice, but because he feels frozen.

“Waste him, Corporal,” Benson whispers, jittery eyes floating about.

“Take off the patch. Just a flimsy fuckin’ cross—piece of fabric,” Wilson agrees.

“Four big guys,” Benji quips right after them, like he’s part of this conversation. “And—”

Xavier’s hand slips from Benji’s hair and instantly slaps over his mouth so hard it makes a crack of a sound. He jerks the medic’s head back, grips it hard and tight. He can feel the way Benji’s breathing gets faster from his nose and he feels slippery and disgusting with it. There’s a spot on this man’s neck that when he kisses it, makes him breathe similarly, breathe hard and fast. He wants to be there, with him, in a bed, under a blanket. He wants to have his hands on him in a way that feels good. Not like this. Not like this.

And Wilson is staring at him then, like he’s figured something out. Like there’s cogs working in the big brutes head for once, and he’s puzzling something together. And that something includes Xavier and Benji, so he says,

“I’ll kill the fuckin’ medic.”

Lark’s shift on his feet is almost imperceptible—probably is to Wilson and Benson, anyway. But Xavier can see the argument forming. Can see the steel in Lark’s eyes, the window of his balaclava revealing only skin, pretty lashes and his deep fury. Xavier’s head tilts, minute and soft, a little angle to the man he’s holding. His index finger taps out a rhythm on Benji’s face while he looks up at Benson.

“Fuck SAS, right?” And Benny’s immediately incensed, pulling away from the window and nodding. He’s got lanky blond hair poking out from under his helmet that always looks unwashed. He isn’t bad, Xavier reminds himself—just a follower. Quick to hang on to whatever someone else says. Aren’t they all? “I’ll take the medic, kill him and put him somewhere they’ll find the body. In the open. Kill ‘em all—no one fuckin’ safe.”

Tap, tap, tap, his finger continues on Benji’s cheek. Short and quick. Then tap. Tap. Tap. Again, but longer.

“Cold,” Benson whispers, eyes slitted and delightful. “That’s cold, Corporal.”

Tap, tap, tap, quick. Lark’s eyes glint.

“You all take point. I’ll catch up. When I’m done with this one.”

For a second, Xavier can’t believe how fucking lucky he is. A shiver of relief runs up his spine, his hand loosening against Benji’s mouth only briefly. But, Wilson is still staring. Hasn’t moved, seems frozen with his big, shouldered way of standing. Hunched forward slightly, massive in all that gear. His hand is on his rifle. He looks…

“Don’t waste your bullets, Corporal.”

The moisture drains from Xavier’s mouth when Lark says it.

“Let me do it. Graves will want you before he ever needs me.” It makes Benson crack a laugh, dry and hoarse that turns into a self conscious cough. Lark steps forward, back to the other two men and when Xavier looks over to Wilson, the big fuck is finally smiling. Looks tickled by it all.

“Songbirds first war crime,” he says in a sickeningly pleased voice. “Didn’t know you had those stones, Lark.”

Xavier watches Lark raise a finger, tuck it under his left canine. It’s silver capped, a dental implant. He’d had it ripped out by narco’s two years ago when they’d taken him in for torture, and Xavier had been the one to save him from that bolted chair. That dark room, those ziptied limbs, that camera recording the whole event. Two years ago felt like a lifetime. Lark touches the tooth one more time before he points down at his rifle and Xavier watches him thumb on the safety.

His entire body gives a shudder of relief.

“This guy makes it easy. Pretty annoying.” Lark starts pulling the little roll of tape from his vest, snatches at Benji’s wrists to get them together and tape them.

“Y-Yeah, should have heard him, Baby,” Benny is laughing, adjusting his rifle. “Wilson asked where that big skull faced fuck is; the little Brit says, oh go ask your mum.” He pauses a bit and then snickers even harder. Fakes the accent terribly and all, continues with, “Or Dad.”

There’s no mistaking Benji’s snort against his hand and Xavier coughs to try and cover it.

“Shadow One,” Xavier says into his comms instead of indulging the conversation. “This is Zero-Five, EX-One. Moving to point, plus Zero-Seven. Minus Zero-Six. He’s uh, working on a short business venture.” There’s a long moment of silence before Graves voice barks through.

“Tell him to make it real fuckin’ short.”

“Yep, yep.”

Xavier watches Wilson file out, Benny short on his trail. There’s a feeling placed inside his chest that is painful and tight, a stitch in that broken ribbed side. He waits a long minute before he moves his hand under Benji’s chin and tilts his head back. It’s the first soft gesture he’s given him since he entered this wretched room.

��You can trust Lark,” he murmurs, barely forming the words because those brown eyes are haunting up at him. He can see the indents of where his fingers had pressed so tightly; and Xavier knows he’s going to hate himself for a long fucking time over this. He wants to bend down, he wants to kiss him, he wants to—

The sound of the tape is jarringly loud.

“Sure, but I’m still taping his mouth shut. Guy talks a fuckin’ lot, Xavier.”

—

“I think it’s the curly hair.”

Lark prods the guy along with the rifle to his back—it has to look real after all. And well, maybe he was enjoying it a little too. He’d gotten the tape slapped over his mouth, winced a bit and apologized for the facial hair. Sure to pull some of it out, but, Xavier’s new enemy-lover or no, Lark was not putting up with the guy talking. He’d heard plenty in that short, yet tortuous scene.

“I think he gets stupid anytime someone with curly hair comes into his vision.” They continue walking a crumbling path, Lark’s eyes scanning left and right. Because, Wilson was supposed to be with Neal and Underhill—and if Wilson was bad, those two were fucking serial killers with PMC patches.

“Should have seen him with this KorTac bitch last year—stop here.” Lark sighs heavily, glances over his shoulder a few times. It’s good cover, which he’d been trying to find. He thinks about Xavier’s finger, tapping SOS away on this man’s face. “She almost kills him—and he’s obsessed instantly. Goes on a bender trying to figure out her name. We nail down a picture, and guess what? Curly fucking hair.”

The medic is staring at him, taped hands together, strip of it across his mouth. He looks absolutely done with the entire situation; eyes flat and tired, thick brows drawn down. Pinched in and annoyed.

“Oh, but like, don’t worry. Found out she’s married, so, no need to be jealous, alright?”

Lark pulls the knife from his vest and for a moment, contemplates if killing the guy isn’t the better option here. He has to be far from his team mates; has to be pretty deep behind enemy lines, even if those lines are moving north. Lark thinks about Neal and Underhill again. He sighs heavily and throws the blade into the ground, watches it stick up. Then very slowly, deliberately, he pulls his sidearm.

The medic shifts a bit. Antsy guy. Had been a real pain to bring down. Lucky Wilson was big, more lucky there was three against one. Otherwise, that situation could have gone FUBAR fast.

Lark lowers it to the ground and kicks it, lets it skid away from both of them—but there it is. The guy has cover and a sidearm now.

There lingers a moment between the two men that they seem just to stare at each other. Same height, very different builds; Lark is meant for running, for getting into small areas like vents, digging into wires and cutting electricity. Whole buildings go dark when he’s on the scene. This guy, the medic? He’s got thick biceps, made for hauling three hundred pound downed soldiers across the field, hands for stitching people back together and well, maybe for a moment, Lark thinks that might be why Xavier likes him.

Hard to find anyone around them these days who use their hands for anything other than murder.

“Corporals good,” Lark says, adjusting his rifle and thumbing the safety off. “But, you should know, he’s a little off.”

The Brit raises his forced together hands and rips the tape off his mouth, spits a little at the feeling of it tearing over his skin and facial hair.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it, mate.”

#original writing #xavier x benji #doot doot :>

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csigirl3137 · 3 years

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The Masked Rider

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Astrid Hofferson

Word Count: 1309

Warnings: Smut, light role-playing, public sex, outdoor sex, Chief Hiccup, Masked Rider Hiccup, Hiccup in leather, Astrid may or may not have a leather kink, light dom/sub

Authors Note: This was just a fun little idea that popped into my head as I started looking back over the dragon scale armor that Hiccup wears in the third movie. Also the dragons didn't leave.

When the masked rider had swooped in and ambushed Astrid on her way home, she hadn't expected that she'd end up in this position.

Yeah she'd prepared herself for some sort of unexpected actions, but pinned against her hut, leggings and underwear around her knees, leather gloved hand over her mouth, impaled on the rider's cock... well... that's not how she'd expected to end up but she's also not complaining.

Astrid screams into the leather gloved hand over her mouth as a particularly sharp thrust slams her forward against the rough siding of her hut.

She earns a sharp nip to the skin of her neck, buckles digging into her back as the man behind her continues to thrust into her.

"Shhhhhh... we don't want anyone to hear, remember?" The words are teasing, followed by a particularly hard thrust, his cockhead dragging over that sensitive spot inside her, another scream escaping Astrids lips into the leather pressed over her mouth.

She knows it's pathetic but all she can do is whimper in response.

Shes so turned on she can barely see straight. She tries to turn her face, searching for a glimpse of the man behind her and inside her, but strong fingers tangle in her hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her to keep looking forward.

Once certain she'll keep her head forward, the hand releases her hair, travelling back down her body, smooth leather trailing through her slick folds, brushing over the already over stimulated bud, Astrid crying out as his fingers move back to it, gently stroking over the bud, strokes matching the agonizingly slow pace of his thrusts.

Astrid sobs, needing more and being way too over stimulated at the same time. He's had her on the brink of orgasm three times already and she's about to go mad, she wants to cum so badly.

Another agonizingly slow thrust, another muffled moan into leather, another sharp nip at her neck, and another teasingly reproachful reminder that she needs to be quiet unless she wants someone to come and investigate the sounds she's making.

He soothes the irritated area he'd just caused on her skin, licking over the spot he'd nipped and then trails a line of kisses up from her jaw down the side of her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point.

Astrid moans and sinks her fingers into the soft short hair at the nape of the riders neck, fingers tightening and tangling in it, pulling a hiss of pain out of the man behind her.

"Please..." Astrid begs into the leather over her mouth.

The hand drops, trailing down her front to rest possessively around her throat for a second, but then travling downwards again, ending with his hand closing around one of her breasts, massaging and caressing, fingers brushing over her harshly pebbled nipple.

The rider makes a sound of interested surprise as his fingers brush over her nipple and she gasps and arches back into him.

His hand leaves her breast, slides down the flat length of her abdomen, cool leather slipping under the bottom of her tunic, sliding back up over her bare skin, a pleased sound coming from the man behind her when he finds her without her bindings.

"No bindings," he chuckles darkly against her skin,the hand between her legs coming up to cup her breasts.

The feel of the smooth leather of his gloves against the sensitivity of her pebbled nipples draws a gasp from Astrid which soon turns into a muffled squeal when the man inside her suddenly increases his pace as he simultaneously pinches both her nipples between his fingers.

"Oh gods please!! Please!" She gasps, trying desperately not to yell like she really wants to as he goes from leisurely thrusting to railing into her, barely a second between thrusts.

She tightens her grip on his hair, her other hand coming up to wrap around and dig into the braces covering his forearm, holding onto him, trying to ground herself.

The increased pace of thrusts combined with the stance change he'd briefly made, drag his cock over that special spot inside her, with every thrust and before she knows it, that same familiar feeling starts to coil in her gut, an orgasm fast approaching.

Whining, Astrid writhes, barely able to stand the amount of pleasure she was feeling, gasping, begging, pleading quietly with him to let her cum this time.

"Thor almighty you look absolutely gorgeous coming apart for me like this." His voice is in her ear, filled with passion, lust and amazement. His thrusts have slowed a but and Astrid gets the feeling that he's trying to put off his orgasm as long as possible. She doesn't care about that as long as he lets her cum this time.

"Please, please, Hiccup! Please! I need to cum, please, let me!" Astrid gasps his name, her husband chuckling against her skin as he presses another kiss to her neck, fingers rolling and pinching her nipples.

"Then cum for me milady," The affectionate pet name, paired with a sudden harsh pinch of her nipples, a sharp thrust of his cock over that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her and Astrid is tensing up, and then she's falling apart, writhing on his cock, body shaking and spamming, legs almost giving out as waves of pleasure roll over her body.

One of Hiccup's hands leaves her breast, barely clamping back over her mouth in time, muffling her relieved and pleasurable wail, that probably would have woken half the village if not muffled.

"Oh gods, Astrid!" He's groaning out her name, hips jerking, head falling onto her shoulder as he fucks her through her orgasm and into his.

She knows as soon as his hips falter before he starts to slam back into her, that he's about to fall over the same edge she just had.

"Astrid!" And then he's sinking his teeth into the skin of her neck, muffling his pleasured groan, hot ropes of cum splattering against her walls inside.

They both stay like that, coming down from the orgasmic highs, still joined, breathing heavily. Astrid leans against the hut for support, her husband leaning against her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist holding her to his body, head still on her shoulder. The buckles of his armor are digging bruises into her back but she doesn't really care.

She likes any and all marks she gets from Hiccup during sex.

"Well hello to you too." She gasps breaking the silence and the moment. Hiccup laughs against her skin, fingers gripping her chin, turning her head towards him so he could kiss her properly.

"Hello," he laughs when they break apart from their kiss. "I missed you today." Hiccup kisses her temple as he slowly pulls out of her, dropping her skirt back down to cover her again, reaching down and pulling her leggings and underwear back up her legs and under her skirt. Astrid adjusts her leggings so they're right under her skirt as He tucks himself back into his pants. Hiccup smiles down at Astrid as she turns around so she's facing him, his fingers still working on the buckles of his pants.

"I can tell." Astrid loops her arms around his neck and kisses him again. "I missed you too."

"Are you tired?" The question is random and out of nowhere. Astrid gives him a confused look but answers anyway.

"Not particularly..." she doesn't get to finish her sentence because Hiccup is scooping her off the ground and carrying her bridal style around their hut to the front door.

The expression on his face as they enter the hut and he kicks the door shut behind them, is absolutely feral and it sends shivers of anticipation down her spine.

"Good, because I'm nowhere near done with you yet.

#httyd #hiccstrid #Chief Hiccup #httyd 3 #smut #Hiccstrid smut #astrid hofferson #hiccup horrendous haddock iii

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hwangsies · 4 years

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LIMERENCE

(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit”

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it”

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry, we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure)

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

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(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

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nessinborderland · 3 years

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Enemies With Benefits

Pairing: Niragi x Chishiya

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1770

Summary: Niragi has been wanting to do this for quite some time. Not that he would ever admit it, of course. Lucky for him, Chishiya wants him too.

Warnings: sex, anal sex, rough sex, alcohol

Notes: Inhra on AO3 asked: Hmm it can either be a thing where hatter decides the executives should get along better so he throws a vip party and chishiya and niragi get super high/drunk so they end up hooking up. (Bonus points if they play something like truth or dare). Or they get a fuck or die type of game. OR something much simpler where niragi just barges into chishiyas room, gun in hand and jumps on him. It doesn't have to be dub con, chishiya can be like oh you just had to ask djdjdj And bottom chishiya please. (Also bonus points if niragi is pierced down there and chishiya loves it)

“Your hair looks crusty as fuck, you know that?” Niragi shouts over the loud music, taking his fifth shot of vodka. Or at least he thinks it’s the fifth; after some time he kind of lost count. Not that he cares; he only agreed to come to this shitty party because Aguni told him so. He might as well just get drunk. He will regret it in the morning, but fuck that. “So fucking dry…is it even your hair?” He chuckles, “Are you wearing a wig? Oh my god, you are, aren’t ya!”

“Fuck you!” was the response from an equally drunk Chishiya, hand around his sixth margarita. “At least I wash my hair. Yours looks like it hasn’t touched water in months.”

“It’s hair gel, you idiot!” is Niragi’s response, before taking yet another sip of alcohol. “You can’t even style yours without breaking it so shut up!”

“What?” Chishiya says, leaning in Niragi’s direction. “I can’t hear you.”

“I said- oh, fuck it,” Niragi grunts as he stands up to sit next to the other man. They’re now closer than they ever were before. It’s probably just the alcohol talking, but Niragi kinda likes it. Also, is that perfume? It smells nice. “Okay, I said- wow-” Chishiya is looking at him with those cat eyes again. Now closer than ever and inebriated, Niragi wonders if his eyes were always that pretty. “You have pretty eyes.” the words are out before he can control himself. He freezes for a moment, before deciding that he doesn’t care what the other man thinks. They’re all drunk anyway.

Then they’re kissing each other. He has no idea how that came to be, but he’s not complaining. Not when he feels those soft lips on him, kissing and nibbling his lip. He’s soon pushing his tongue inside the other man’s mouth in a rough kiss, wanting to taste him. Chishiya moans as he does it, and he feels himself starting to get hard. God, he has been waiting to do this for so goddamn long. Not that he would ever admit it, but dreams where he fucks Chishiya until the man passes out are getting more and more frequent.

Time to make those dreams a reality.

“Let’s get out of here,” Niragi says. Chishiya nods, breaking the kiss before standing up and walking away like nothing happened. Niragi stays there for a moment, watching the man walk away in mild confusion, before standing up and following him out of the room.

They walk for a few minutes through the resort’s hallways, in the direction of his room. There are a few meters between them, and Chishiya leads the way like he knows exactly where he sleeps. The wait only makes Niragi more excited, head full of images from his sex dreams. He doesn’t even feel drunk anymore; not from alcohol, at least.

They finally get to their destination, and his hands are on Chishiya before they can even get totally inside the room. They make out against the room’s door for a few minutes, just feeling each other’s bodies. Niragi can’t keep his hands from wandering under the man’s jacket, nails grazing the soft skin right over his shorts. Chishiya is not shy in touching him either, hands curled in his hair as he grinds himself on Niragi’s thigh. Fuck, it feels good. If he knew that the annoying blond freak made him feel like this, he would’ve made a move on him sooner.

“Get on the bed,” he orders him with a lick to his neck. Chishiya moans before obeying, walking to the bed while pulling him by his shirt’s color. Niragi lets himself be guided, hands on his hips and mouth on his earlobe. Fuck, he does smell good. He pushes Chishiya onto the bed when they’re finally close enough, his chest to the man’s back. He immediately latches his lips back on his neck, filling him with hickeys.

Chishiya keeps moaning under him, saying his name from time to time. He never liked hearing him talk more. He unbuckles his pants in a swift movement, finally taking out his hard and sensitive cock. It twitches when he notices Chishiya looking at him over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips as he stares.

Niragi really, really wants to fuck him.

“Of course you have a piercing even there,” Chishiya says after a beat, those eyes staring right into his soul. “So, are you going to fuck me or not?” Oh, he’s going to fuck him, alright.

“Strip.” is all Niragi says before sitting on his bed, dick in his hand as he lightly strokes it. He watches as the man takes his clothes off one by one, agonizingly slow. But he allows it; Chishiya can tease him all he wants; Niragi will still be the one fucking the life out of him. He pulls the man to him when he’s done, wanting him close. He lets Chishiya strip him off his shirt, too occupied making a mess of the man’s chest. How the hell can a man have such soft skin? The feeling of him under his tongue is addicting.

“I want to ride you,” Chishiya says as he kisses his neck. “You can be dumb as fuck, but you do have a pretty cock.”

He would blush at his words if it wasn’t for the fact he was just insulted. Here he is, being annoying again. Niragi moans as Chishiya’s hand slide down to close around his shaft, thumb playing with the piercing on the tip. The man’s cock also brushes against his own, only adding to the pleasure. It makes him instantly forget about the backhanded compliment. He’s so hard it’s starting to hurt.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Niragi half-moans after another pleasurable pump of Chishiya’s soft hand. The man stops his movements to look at him, brow raised; there it is, that familiar look in his eyes. Oh no, he’s not going to let him guide this fuck session. “Do it, or I’ll just make you suck my dick and leave you with blue balls.”

“...Do it and I’ll find a way to make your life hell,” is all Chishiya says before obliging. Niragi smirks; he would like to see him try.

When he sees Chishiya like that, submissive to him, ass turned in his direction, waiting; is some different kind of high. One that makes his ego burst with pride; he’s really about to fuck the bastard that has been annoying him since he got here. He couldn’t be happier.

It takes him some time to prep him, but he finally sinks into the other man’s tight hole. It feels so good he has to control himself not to burst right there. Chishiya trembles under him, gasping as he sinks himself further in his ass. Fuck, fuck fuck, he has to move.

“Do you think you can take all of me?” he asks Chishiya with a light slap to his asscheek. The man chuckles before looking over his shoulder at Niragi, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips.

“Please, you’re not that big,” he says.

Niragi knows he’s lying; but if that’s how he wants it, that’s how he’s going to get it. He thrusts further into him, making Chishiya gasp, jolting forward with a moan. Niragi wastes no time in starting to move at a fast pace, the obscene sounds of sex echoing in the room. It feels so warm and so tight so good. He regrets not fucking him earlier, he really does.

But he’s balls deep inside his ass right now, and that’s all that matters.

He ignores Chishiya’s cries of pleasure as he fucks him, shoving into him with as much force as he can. He wants it to hurt as much as he wants it to feel good. One of his hands has the man’s waist in a grip tight enough to leave a mark, while the other went under him to stroke his cock. He wasn’t planning on touching him like that, but he wants the control; that dominating feeling of being deep in his ass while having his dick in his hand. He owns Chishiya right now. The man is powerless under him; it’s exhilarating.

He feels Chishiya twitch in his hand, coming with a loud cry as he keeps thrusting into him. Niragi keeps fucking him through his orgasm, not even stopping when the man moans from the overload of sensations. His free hand goes to fist around his pale hair, and he’s surprised to find out that it’s actually softer than it looks. He’s coming not long after, teeth biting down on the man’s shoulder as he finishes inside him.

Niragi lets himself fall on top of Chishiya, not caring if he’s making the other man uncomfortable. He feels good against him, warm and sticky with sweat. He strangely likes it. They both regain their breaths, enjoying the rare moment of human contact.

Niragi finally pulls out after some time, making them both hiss from oversensitivity. He sits on the bed as he gets dressed, not wanting to look at Chishiya, still laying behind him. Now that it’s over and he’s no longer horny, realization starts downing on him. He really just fucked the person he considers his enemy. And he loved it. He wants to do it again.

He’s about to say something when his bedroom door opens. Last Boss stays frozen by the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide. Their eyes lock and Niragi is sure the man is bright red under his face tattoos.

“Ahh, want to join us?” Chishiya asks in a seductive tone. Last Boss’ eyes get comically wider before he closes his mouth, closing the door with a bang. Niragi glances behind him to see the man laughing, shaking his head. “He’s a shy one, isn’t he?” he says before standing up with a grunt and starting to get dressed. He keeps talking before Niragi as a chance to. “You know, I didn’t think you were gay.”

“I am not.” Niragi says with a huff, “I like women.” Chishiya raises a brow, “I just have a… very particular taste in men.”

“Men like me?” Chishiya asks with a teasing smirk. Niragi wants to kiss him again.

“Yeah, don’t flatter yourself,” he says with an eye roll, “Now get the fuck out of my room.”

Chishiya huffs out a laugh, “We should do this again sometime.” he says over his shoulder before closing the door behind him, clearly not waiting for an answer.

Yeah, Niragi agrees, they should.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #Niragi Suguru #chishiya shuntaro #niragi x chishiya #inhra #submission #one shot

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kj-1130 · 3 years

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Listen to Me

Uswnt x reader

⚠️mentions of fighting/violence, cursing, Chad being an asshole, mentions of racism, homophobia, and sexism. Lemme know if there’s more I missed.⚠️

Main Masterlist

It was time for another camp. You were the last to arrive due to still being in school and having to be there as many hours as you possibly could.

So here you were in the airport walking towards a pissed off Alex Morgan and Christen Press.

The day before your flight to camp, you had gotten into trouble. Trouble meaning you got into a fight. And word got to your teammates.

“Hello my favorite, most amazing people in the whole wide world.”

Alex simply rolled her eyes and grabbed your suitcase before walking towards the exit with you and Christen trailing behind.

You lowered your gaze to the terminal floor. Christen tried to catch your eyes but ultimately failed and decided just to look straight forward as she talked.

“You know, you shouldn’t resort to violence, (y/n). I don’t know what happened but everyone’s pretty upset and disappointed right now.”

Ouch. The disappointment card. Just had to pull that one like you haven’t heard it just about everyday of your life. You were honestly confused if people were actually disappointed when they said it or just used it as a guilt trip.

The ride to the hotel was full of silence. And not one of those silences where you feel comfortable with the people you adore and love. It was one of those silences where it made you nervous and anxious. It made you fidget and uncomfortable.

Getting your room assignment, being with Tierna, you tried to book it up the stairs. That worked for all of five seconds until you were called into the meeting room.

You reluctantly stepped down and made your way to the space and left your suitcase by the door. In the room were almost all the responsible/‘scary when they want to be’ ones. Sitting down in a chair with a sigh, you looked down at your fidgeting hands and waited for someone to start talking.

The silence that filled the room was very tense. All that could be heard was the movement of your hands and breathing.

When you thought things couldn’t get any worse, the most mama-bear of them all, Carli, spoke up.

“You know you can lose your spot for stuff like this right? You got into a fight, this is not something you need to be taking lightly at all. I don’t care what caused it, but you need to fix whatever’s going on with your behavior and attitude because you’ve been off for the past few weeks anyway. If something like this happens again, we won’t hesitate to take some disciplinary actions ourselves. Am I clear, (y/n)?”

You mumbled ‘crystal’ and attempted to leave the room only to get pulled down by Ash. “Now do you wanna tell us what started the fight?”

You were honestly getting really uncomfortable. Any movement you were making at the moment was probably the only thing keeping you from breaking right now; the furrowing of your eyebrows, the rolling of your shoulders, scratching your arms, bouncing your leg. You probably looked crazy.

You shrugged your shoulders and started spinning in your chair.

Ash put her hand on it and prohibited it from being able to move. “That was not a suggestion.”

Sighing and dragging your hands over your face you told them, “A boy knocked books out of my hands and pushed me so I pushed him back. He didn’t like that so he threw the first punch and I wasn’t about to let him push me around so I beat his ass.”

It wasn’t a total lie but it wasn’t the full truth. Yes he did push you. And yes he did hit you first. But there was so much more to the situation than that.

“Look I’m tired and I have work I need to do. If you want to scold me anymore, just please save it for tomorrow.”

Honestly you had never run up stairs so fast. The situation was so awkward and the way everyone was staring at you didn’t make anything better. There was so much disappointment in their eyes.

It’s like what you do will never be enough for anyone.

The next day everyone came down from breakfast. You went to sleep after 12 due to having work piled up from your asshole teachers. It’s not like they grade half of it anyway.

You still didn’t understand one of the lessons so decided to watch some YouTube videos on it and take notes while eating breakfast. That also gave you an excuse to sit away from anyone who would possibly want to lecture you about your ‘reckless actions’.

You were the last one down. Deciding to already have headphones in—to ignore anyone calling your name—you grabbed your breakfast and sat down at a table by yourself. Pulling your notebook and pencil out, you started the video and took notes while eating.

You could feel their eyes burning holes in your head. You’d honestly prefer they just come ask what they wanted than staring at you like some museum exhibit.

You just ignored it and did your work. That was easier said than done as Casey came over, sat next to you, and snatched your earphones out.

“Hey!” You scrambled to pause the video so you didn’t miss anything. “I was watching that.”

Turning to Casey, you pushed your glasses up and gave her a look that said ‘can I help you?’

“Don’t give me that face. I’m not the one you need to be having an attitude with.”

“I-I don’t have an attitude though.”

“Stop talking.”

You purse your lips, nod your head, and start bouncing your leg waiting to hear whatever she wanted to say to you.

“Look, I don’t know what’s been going on at school or at home but everyone can tell you’re on edge. Isolating yourself isn’t going to help anyone-”

“But I’m not isolating myself.”

“Interrupt me one more time, child.”

Casey was your first team mom. When you joined the red stars, she immediately took you under her wing and she became your mentor. The two of you worked well together and she constantly kept you on track. She was very nice but could be very strict when she wanted to be.

“All I’m saying is you’re making yourself look more guilty to them because you’re sitting over here looking like you’re all up in your feelings. You aren’t in your feelings. Right? Cause that’d be another conversation I’d have to have with somebody’s child and-”

You cut her off with your chuckle and shook your head. “Casey, I’m fine.”

She nods her head and contemplates for a few seconds, “Alright, come sit at the table with me then.”

“But I’m working.”

“Okay. You can work over there too.”

You simply watched as she grabbed your phone, notebook and breakfast to the table with a gaped mouth.

You blinked at her while she mouthed ‘come here’. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself out the seat and slowly made your way over. You sat down and reached out for your phone only for Casey to snatch it away.

“I need to do my work. What did you do that for?”

“Your work can wait. Socialize,” she said while putting your phone out of work.

With raised eyebrows you said, “Seriously?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

Huffing you turned in your seat and played with your food. You’d honestly lost your appetite this morning; it was only 9 in the morning and people were already testing your patience.

You looked up and your eyes locked with Carli’s.

“Stop playing with your food, (y/n).”

You put your fork down and just got up to throw your food away. You couldn’t deal with this right now.

The two weeks of camp was boring and went by agonizingly slow. It consisted of pretty much the same routine; you’d do work after training, work during breakfast and spend any free days or breaks by yourself (occasionally with Tierna) in your room, on your phone looking at ways to improve and tricks to do.

It became annoying when all the vets constantly reprimanded you for the smallest of things. With Carli, it’d be ‘stop playing around so much’. With Alex it’d be ‘pick up after yourself’. Even Kelley was doing it for fuck’s sake.

You honestly couldn’t wait to leave and at least be somewhere where all the attention isn’t on you.

When you got to the airport, your girlfriend was there waiting for you. She pulled you in her arms and any leftover tension from the past two weeks immediately went away. She always knew how to make you feel better.

The two of you drove to her house and went over some school work before going to bed for the night. It wasn’t an unusual routine between you two.

When the alarm went off in the morning both of you groaned. The school you went to was a total pain in the ass and regardless of what day it was, you could count on it to be an awful day. It was a predominately white school with only 2 percent being a person of color; you and your girlfriend being part of that 2%. Half of them were racist, sexist, homophobic, and just all around assholes.

Walking into the school building, you could immediately feel all eyes on you. Trying to get past it, the two of you just went to your lockers with your heads down.

“Aye! Look at me you freak!”

It was the same dude you got into a fight with last time(his name is Chad by the way). Apparently a black eye didn’t teach him shit.

“When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it.”

He grabs your shoulders, turns you around and pins you to the lockers.

“You see my eye?”

“Yeah, you got your ass beat by a girl. What you gonna do about it?”

He punched you in the stomach hard.

“(Y/n)!” Your girlfriend. You looked up at her and shook your head signaling her not to get involved.

“Ima make you look worse than you made me-”

“Are you sure about that? Last time you failed, what makes you think it won’t happen again?”

Chad chuckles and shakes his head.

“You think you’re all that with that equal pay shit, and your racial equality and women loving women crap. Guess what you little bitch I’m going to end you and all those lesbians and gays and anybody else who thinks they deserve equality because you don’t. You don’t belong here. Just go kill-”

You kicked him in his balls, twisted his arm behind his back, and pulled it. When you heard that crack you smirked and leaned down to his ear.

“I don’t wanna embarrass you in front of your racist, sexist, homophobic, buddies, but lemme tell you. You don’t own anybody nor are you superior to anybody. Do I make myself clear?”

He only grunted but you pulled tighter which made him yell out.

“I said, ‘do I make myself clear’?”

“Yes!”

You pushed him on the ground and walked over him to your girlfriend.

“Why in the world would do that? You know what they’re going to do to you. You might not even get invited back to camp!”

“Babe, calm down. I honestly don’t care at this point. And neither should you.”

“(Y/n) (L/n)! My office! Now!”

You gave her a kiss and walked away slowly.

“Wish me luck.”

“You seriously got into another fight! What is going on with you!”

It was the first thing you heard when walking into the hotel lobby. Literally everyone was there. From the youngings to the vets. Surprisingly, you were called back to camp, but you honestly think it was just so everyone could scold you. Carli was absolutely livid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything at the moment since you were so pissed.

Walking past the team, you attempted to make it to the stairs, only for Casey to grab the back of your shirt and pull you back towards the tables. She pushed you down into a seat and took your belongings away from you.

You tried to get back up but you were only pushed down again.

Carli bent down and stared you dead in the eye.

“What is going on with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. What I did was what I intended to do. It was no mistake.”

Alex interrupted, “(Y/n), you don’t understand-”

“No you don’t understand!” You stood abruptly from the chair and slammed your hands on the table. The chair fell and it was absolute silence.

You’d never been so loud. You were always on the quiet side and this was the biggest reaction anyone had ever seen from you.

You were heavily breathing, staring at Carli, the adrenaline pumping through you.

“Did they tell you what he did to me?! Did they tell you what he calls me, my girlfriend and every other female, lgbtq member, or person of color in that school?! No! Because they don’t give a shit. And they won’t give a shit until it’s one of their kids getting hurt!”

There was no dry eye in the room. Your hands were shaking and you took a deep breath to calm down. In a lower voice you spoke.

“They don’t give a damn about my well-being so why should I give a fuck about theirs?”

Taking a few more trembling breaths, you wiped the tears off your face.

“So excuse me for being off for the past few weeks. This shit will take a toll on anybody. And you can cut the bullshit with the ‘don’t fight fire with fire’ cause that’s the only way something gets through those thick ass skulls. They don’t allow you to do it peacefully. They don’t allow you to educate them.”

You looked at Casey with tears in your eyes.

“I just wanna go to school and get an education and be treated like a normal human being. What’s wrong with that?”

Crystal came over to you and caught you before you fell. She lowered you both to the floor as you sobbed your heart out. You kept mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ into her neck between breaths as she rocked you back and forth trying to console you.

Casey and Christen were the next ones over, the latter rubbing your back while the other was trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears on your face.

“Shh, shh baby. You did nothing wrong.”

Soon, every member of the team was crowded around. Tears were streaming down everyone’s face. Their baby, only 16, was going through all this stress and pain. Because of something no one deserves.

You eventually calmed down after 15 more minutes of crying. You’d been transferred to Casey’s lap, and your team mom was trying to comfort you to the best of her ability.

Casey took your face in her hands and wiped all the tears off. “You don’t need to be sorry, alright? There was nothing you did wrong. Stop saying sorry.”

You nodded your head and she kissed your forehead.

Everyone was still crying or wiping waterfalls of tears away.

They watched as you got up and searched frantically for something. You got your phone out of your backpack and turned it on. While you were pacing, the Home Screen popped up and you quickly logged in to text your girlfriend. One, because you always text her when you get to the hotel and two, if Chad and his stickman buddies hurt her, you were absolutely going to lose your shit.

When you logged in to your phone, you saw she already messaged you saying that you should talk to the others.

“Kinda late for that,” you muttered.

“What did you say, hun?” Christen asked.

You just shook your head and texted her back.

Gf: I mean we could always try to talk to the board.

You: Or

You: We could go on strike.

Gf: I-

Gf: I’m done talking to you.

You: wait no! Don’t leave me.

You: I love you

You had a frown on your face when you put your phone away.

Casey pulled you back down into her lap. “What’s with the frown?”

You groaned and threw your head back. “She’s such an asshole. She left me on read!”

The team chuckled, glad to see you was somewhat back to yourself.

Your phone dinged and you pulled it out. She said ‘I love you too, weirdo’

There were a few moments of silence as everyone was thinking of what to do.

“Can we go on strike?”

“No!”

Casey flicked your ear for that.

Tobin spoke up, “Let’s create awareness first. Maybe identify the school board, post all the school’s faults on social media. I don’t know, just some ideas.”

Carli nodded her head. “Look, we’re here for you. For everyone in that school that’s been wronged. We’re gonna help you alright?”

You nodded your head and leaned back onto your team mom.

“And if all else fails, we go on strike.”

“Oh my god.”

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Lowkey think this was trash but eh. I don’t really care at this point but uh this topic is very serious and what I put in here doesn’t even compare to what happens irl.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #Uswnt imagine #Uswnt #alex morgan #tobin heath #christen press #casey short #megan rapinoe #carli lloyd #mallory pugh #sam mewis #emily sonnett #crystal dunn #kelley ohara

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leviaju · 4 years

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𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔

beelzebub x gender neutral reader

nsfw

1.6k+ words

anonymous asked: Can I request a oneshot or Drabble of Mc sitting in beels sweater and then he loses it n ends up cockwarming them cuz they’re so cute? >\\< ily -🌸

oooOOOOOOO an anon after my own heart!!!! love cockwarming, just so intimate!! this one is on the softer side, but still nsfw for obvious reasons

also i changed the title from 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 cuz i realized that anyone who saw a notification on my phone would know that i’m actually secretly a hoe!

“Baby.”

The sound comes in a low hum, reverberating through the chest that your head rests on. You snuggle in closer, hands trailing the warm skin underneath you. For a few beats, all you can hear is the two of you breathing, and the lift of his chest every time he takes in air.

“Cupcake...”

He sounds a bit more imploring now. The arm that had been holding you against him loosens a bit, and you whine, gripping him tighter. Above your head, you can hear a low chuckle, and you tilt your head up. His hair is a mess still, thanks to your hands tugging and carding through the roots, but it’s the blush on his face that captures your attention more than anything else. The highs of his cheeks are still a pretty pink colour, dyed by exertion, and your heart swells. Beelzebub leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And then you hear, and feel, a loud grumble from his stomach.

“Dumpling, I really love you, but…” Beelzebub trails off, looking abashed as he smiles shyly. As much as you hate the thought of letting go of him and losing your heat source -- your room is so cold, why is it always so cold? -- you know he can’t help it. Laughing quietly, you slowly slide yourself off of him, already missing his presence despite him not even leaving your bed yet.

“No worries. Can you bring me back something too?” You hum at his grin, and can’t help but smile back. Beelzebub crawls out from under your bed covers and walks over to the other side of your room, searching for the boxers he has discarded early on in the night. Whistling as he bends over to grab them off of the floor, you bury your bare body further under your blankets. The bed is already cooling down without his heat. Beelzebub laughs softly, shaking his head before making his way to the door.

“Of course. I’ll be right back,” he smiles, shutting the door behind him quietly. Everything is too quiet now, without his breaths, without his heartbeat against your ear. Especially after the extended intimacy of the night, you’re desperate to fill yourself to the brim with him once more, craving the touch of his skin. Not only that, but his body heat as well. Even for a demon, who naturally have higher body temperatures than humans, Beel runs hot; it proves extremely beneficial, especially because the House is always kept so damn cold. What that also means, though, is that at times like this, you’re left even colder than you’d started.

Soon enough, however, your saviour comes into view. While you much prefer to have Beelzebub at your side, his sweater will do. You’ve always loved the sweater; it looks so good on him, and is worn down just enough so that it became one of the comfiest things that you’ve ever worn. It’s also big, even on him. What this means was that when you put it on, you can practically swim in the soft fabric. You don’t get to wear it often, as it’s his favourite and therefore always on his body, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to pass up this chance. Psyching yourself up for a moment, you prepare to bear the cold air with no protection from your blankets. Okay… okay.

First, you decide to slowly peel the sheets out from under you. Nope! Nope. Bad idea. That draws it out and makes it worse, and already your nipples are getting hard from the chill. Okay, no… gotta do it like a bandaid.

Damn it all.

Quickly, you pull the blankets from your body. The movement causes cold air to fan against your body and you curse, but manage to waddle as fast as you can towards the sweater, despite the initial shaking in your knees when you climbed off of your mattress. Beelzebub is always kind to you in bed, and the soreness is a delicious reminder of what just occurred, but it still inhibits your ability to move very fast. Nevertheless, you manage to lift his sweater off of the table in your room, where it had been thrown haphazardly, and tug it on. It’s cold from being left alone for so long, but the scent that fills your nose makes up for it tenfold. Pushing the sleeves up so that they bunch at your wrist, you zip up the sweater, and once again find yourself completely surrounded by comfort. For a moment you stand there, relishing the feeling, but it doesn’t take long for you to notice the chill air on your legs causing goosebumps, and you sigh. Now just to make your way back to bed, and…

“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I grabbed all of it.”

You can hear the smile on Beelzebub’s face through his voice, and can’t help but smile back. Turning around to face the door, you see a stack of various snacks, some with bites taken out of them already, completely hiding your boyfriend’s face. Beel walks over to the table in your room and sets the snacks down, before casting his gaze on you.

“Do you want some of…” His voice quiets to a murmur and you tilt your head, walking up to him. As soon as you’re within arm’s reach Beel pulls you in, holding you close against his body. Already, against your leg, you can feel something semi-hard prodding your thigh.

“Beel?’

“Sorry,” he mutters into your shoulder, arms tightening around your waist. “I was thinking about you the whole time I was in the kitchen, thinking about what we did.”

His voice takes on the low tone that he only ever uses in bed, and once again your legs shake. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“You’re insatiable,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t know how much more I can handle, though. We’ve already done it more than usual.” Your reply is honest, and even though Beel tries to hide it, you can feel him deflate a bit. To make up for it, you squeeze him for a moment. He’s quiet, thoughtful.

“Could I just be inside you? Wanna be close. You’re too cute.”

Your heart pounds at the thought, and you take a few moments to consider. There’s no harm, right? And with little Beel poking at your leg, growing bigger by the second… who are you to say no?

“Alright. Yeah, okay. That sounds g-- ah!” Breathe evades you for a moment as Beelzebub lifts you without a second thought, carrying you in his arms. He takes a step towards the bed, hesitates a few moments, then grabs a few snacks from the table to place on your nightstand. Despite how exhausted you are, your body responds to the thought of him being inside you once again, twitching subtly. You’re still… prepared. He’d wiped you down afterwards, but that doesn’t change the fact that he came in you almost every time, leaving your insides wet and weeping. Even now, he can just slip in and not be met with any resistance, and the thought itself is delectable.

Ever so gently he places you on the bed, and you roll to your side. He tugs off his boxers before making his way into bed behind you. Already, you can see he’s fully hard, and it takes all you have not to bite your lip at the thought. He’s so fucking big. Maybe you’re up for one more round?

The ache in your body as he pulls you closer says otherwise, however, and you sigh. This might be enough, then.

“You’re so cute,” Beel murmurs against the back of your head, one arm slipping its way under his… no, your sweater, to wrap around your waist. The other, you feel, is positioning his tip against your entrance, and you find yourself clenching around nothing in anticipation. You can hear Beel lick his lips.

Your body shivers.

“So adorable,” he murmurs half-mindedly, pushing in the tip agonizingly slowly. A shaky breath finds its way into your lungs, and you slip your arm under the sweater, placing it over his and squeezing gently with your hand. He hums.

“I love seeing you in my clothes, did you know that? Makes you look so small and cute.”

He pushes in another inch and, as you expected, is met with no resistance. The multiple rounds before had prepared you well. “And makes you smell like me.”

You can feel him smile against the back of your head as he tightens his grip on you momentarily. His hips stutter, and he swallows hard.

“And makes me smell like you, too. Afterwards, I mean. When you give it back.”

This is something you’ll always appreciate about Beelzebub. Despite knowing you’re more than ready to take him quickly, he makes sure to go slow, lifting his head to check your expression to ensure you weren’t in any pain. When he notices your furrowed brows he worries, but the flush of your cheeks and redness of your bottom lip tells him otherwise, and he leans down to press a kiss to the shell of your ear.

Finally, he’s fully seated inside you. You sigh, almost grateful that he doesn’t have to move anymore, and allow your body to fully relax. Now, you can fully appreciate the feeling of him inside you, how big he is. Beelzebub presses a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, and you feel him move his lips to speak a few moments before any sound comes out.

“... Are you sure you can’t go another round, Muffin?”

You laugh, and the feeling causes him to shudder. As much as you’d like to… you’re tired. Your body aches and your eyelids are so heavy it’s hard to keep them open. Without you answering, Beel knows. You reply anyways.

“Maybe later. For now, just hold me?”

And who is he to turn you down?

#no beta we die like men #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me fic #beelzebub #om! swd #ju writes #obey me smut #obey me x reader #juwrites

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thequeenofpixels · 4 years

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The first time

Game / Season: Love Island The Game - Season 2

Who: Lucas x Lanna MC

Summary: After Lucas saying something in front of everyone in the Villa, Lanna is nervous about their first time together, but she doesn’t know hot to address the elephant in the room. Is this going to get in the middle of their first night?

Author’s note: I had this idea after playing their first scene and thinking it should be better developed, so I decided to rewrite it like I thought it should happened their first time or at least the closest as possible.. The characters belong to Fusebox, Feedback would be very appreciated.

Word count: 2100

Warnings: Nsfw, a little fluffy, unprotected sex.

P.S 1= Thanks @nuggobby and @bardiniwalker for helping me with the review. Thank you so much girls.💗

-X-

After the recoupling and winning the chance to go to the hideaway with Lucas, Lanna smiled, excited at first, as she grabbed Lucas's hand and led him to the room. However, before getting there, she remembered what Lucas said earlier about not being the kind of guy who beds everything that walks. She was really impressed by that, since a lot of guys brag for having the biggest number, but not him. She thought that was incredible. He must have meant that he would only get involved with someone if it was meaningful somehow. She suddenly got nervous.

He opened the door and looked at her invitingly, thinking about how beautiful she was, and he couldn’t properly believe that she had chosen him. They entered the room and when Lucas saw the bed he laughed and flopped down on the mattress. “Wow! Tell you what. This bed is amazing. I bet it’s got like a proper expensive mattress.”

She laughed at his excitement.

His gaze changed and he asked out of nowhere: “Have you ever bought a mattress?”

She thought that was a weird question, but answered anyway. “No, never.” She wondered if maybe he was trying to make small talk.

“Me neither. I think the day you buy yourself a mattress is the day you become, like, a proper real adult.” He smiled. “Like, if you get a mattress, you know you’ve made it in life.”

Lanna flopped down next to Lucas. “Enough mattress chat.”

Lucas blushed and smiled. “Fair enough. Tell you what, it’s actually just really good to get a bit of headspace from the others. Like, they’re great and everything, but...” He smirked at her and added. “Sometimes you want to focus on what really matters.”

She laughed. “I get you. I feel exactly the same way." She bit her lower lip. "Actually, there's something I want to talk about before doing anything… If you don't mind."

He went quiet and looked away. Had she already regretted choosing him? "Has something happened? Do you want to get back to the common room?"

She knew what they were supposed to do on the hideaway, but she couldn’t forget his words, and she couldn’t go further without at least a talk. She just didn’t know how to talk about it.

She took his hand in hers. "No! Nothing like this. I want to be here, with you." She smiled nervously. "But I wanted to ask you if you are sure you wanna be with me, here, now." With her other hand, she gestured around the room. "To do this."

His eyes widened with her question. "What do you mean? Of course, I wanna be here with you Lanna! What made you think otherwise?"

"No, nothing… it's just…" she looked down at their joined hands.

Lucas lifted her chin and made her look at him, gently. "What is it then? You can tell me, Lanna. If you aren’t comfortable just say the word and we can go back to the common room."

She looked into his eyes and said with uncertainty in her voice. "You said earlier you don't bed everything that walks, and I thought that maybe you wouldn't want to rush things and come to hideaway right away, but I just realized that when we were already getting here."

He smiled. He wouldn't ever think that this could be what she wanted to talk about.

She frowned. “What’s so funny?”

He squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead. “I think it’s cute you think about it. But don’t overthink things, Lanna. If I’m here with you, it’s because I want to be with you. Ok?” He wanted to tell her the truth, that he was already interested in her before he arrived at the Villa. He was watching the show, and when he saw her coming and choosing another man, he wished it had been him instead. However he feared she could think he was stalking her, or something worse, so he kept his mouth shut about it. “Let me tell you a secret, I was happy and mostly surprised when you chose me to go on a date, not only because I was the first boy to be chosen, but because I was secretly hoping you would choose me.”

A big smile appeared on her face. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course babe!” He kissed her shoulder and looked into her eyes. “If you are not convinced yet, let me show you, huh?” He said with heat visible in his eyes.

She leaned and kissed him meaningfully on the lips.

He quickly responded, putting his hand on her hips and pulling her close.

She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands roaming her thighs.

Their lips met, they were soft to the touch. The kiss started slowly but heated fast. She bit his bottom lip, teasingly. He smiled against her lips.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She whispered and without waiting for any response, her hands tugged at his hair while pressing her body against his, her center against his manhood.

His hands slid down her back, going lower and lower to her hips. Their touch became urgent, needy.

When they pulled their mouths apart, they were breathless and searching for air, Lucas fixed her with a smoldering look and swallowed. "I'm a little nervous, to tell you the truth and I’m not used to being kissed like this."

"I hope it’s in a good way… but If…If I'm being honest here, I am nervous too." She tried to catch her breath. "I... I don't want you to regret it.”

"Never!"

"You don't know yet." She playfully bit his lip. "Anyway, you must have done this before."

With mischievous eyes, he answered. "But never with you." He tugged her top off, exposed her shoulder, and put his lips on it, warm and sweet. He worked his way down over her collarbone. Heat flooded through her body.

He stopped and looked up at her. "You. Are. Everything."

She clutched his gelled hair and answered between each attempt to breathe. "You. Are. Don't stop!"

He didn’t stop, but instead kept moving down, teasingly and agonizingly slow, before he took off her bra. He grabbed her waist firmly, kissing down leaving a trail of goosebumps until he reached her breasts. Her nipples were hard, he licked and sucked one and played with his hands with the other.

She moaned in response. “You... you have done this before!”

He smiled smugly knowing that he had done the right thing. In a swift motion, he turned her on the bed positioning over her body. He pulled down her shorts and underwear while kissing and caressing every part of her body that was being exposed. When he was close to where she wanted him the most, he moved up his mouth back and started to play with her nipples again.

She put her hand on the back of his neck moaning. “Don’t you dare to stop!”

“Hmm, bossy!” He looked up at her. “So, you do prefer my mouth here.” He licked playfully her nipple without leaving her gaze. “Than here, huh?” He slowly and provocatively slid his hand between her legs reaching her center. “Damn, babe!” He was taken by surprise when he found her so wet.

She blushed. Lucas caught her attention since the first time she laid eyes on him. Nevertheless, she tried to convince herself it was just a physical attraction and it was going to fade away later. Instead, the feeling was only growing within her. He had that effect on her body only by looking at her, but she always managed to pretend she was okay in front of everyone in the Villa. But, she never thought it would explode so easily with just a simple touch of his skin on hers, and now she couldn’t control herself. Her desire and lust for this man, now with all that was happening was driving her crazy.

Still caressing her clit with his thumb, he kissed the crook of her neck, and between kisses, he said: “Don’t blush, Lanna. You’re one in a million, you know that?” He intensified his grip on her folds, she whimpered and squirmed under his body. Feeling that she was close, he stopped. “But, I don’t want this to end so soon.”

She groaned and opened her eyes in frustration. “Oh no, you didn’t!”

He smiled teasingly. “We’re just starting, babe.” His eyes flashed dangerously and he cupped her pussy with his hand again, his fingers slid so easily he didn’t take long to work in one of them inside her, in response, she tightened her legs and grabbed the sheets.

He pretended to take away his hand teasingly. “I can stop if you don’t want my hand there.”

She was in a place that her mind couldn’t actually form any words, so she just grabbed his hand in place. That was all he needed to continue to move his finger inside her, soon he reached the place that made her moans hit him like nothing else had done to him before, he was starving for a taste of her. “Enough, I need to taste you, now!”

He moved so quickly in the bed and kissed her there, she moaned at the smooth feel of his tongue on her.

Tasting her made his shaft throb. “Lanna, I want you so badly!”

“Lucas, please…” Even though she couldn’t form a whole sentence, it was like he could read her mind since she also needed him so badly, her body ached with it.

He leaned over her and whispered in her ear: “I need to feel this needy pussy of yours now, ok?"

Breathless, she could only nod and whisper back. “Yes, please!”

He positioned himself at her opening, and by instinct she opened her legs to give him better access. This pleased him since he didn’t need to ask her to spread her legs and instead she did it by herself, for him. If he thought he was hard before, now it was a whole new level. He slowly and provocatively started to push his cock inside her.

She felt how amazingly he stretched her, but it wasn’t painful, it was delicious, nothing that words could describe properly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, every inch of her begging for more contact, more friction, more of his skin on hers.

“Damn!” Lucas's hips bucked forward on instinct, the pleasure playing across his face. He wanted to go slow, let her accommodate his cock first, but he couldn’t help it and started to move inside and out of her. His thrusts became slow and rhythmic leading her to the edge, she arched her back, and as the pleasure built within them, his movements became

animalistic like something primal took the power, and it was sensuous as hell.

Their moans combined along with the smell of sex that filled the air.

The stormy look in his eyes, made her clench her legs and her muscles tightened, soon a wave of electric pulse passed through their bodies and they came hard.

His body covered hers as he pulled back.

Side by side in the bed, they tried to catch their breath for an instant.

He covered her body with his arm and ran his hand up her bare tight and waist, he kissed her shoulder. “No regrets here.”

She laughed and he joined her.

Lanna cuddled against his body and he embraced her. He kissed her forehead and she smiled. “Next time, it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

“But it felt good now.”

“I said what I said Lucas, end of discussion.”

“Damn, I’m used to having control here ok?”

She smirked. “There’s a first time for everything. So, It’s gonna be interesting.”

For the first time, he didn’t know how to answer that.

“At a loss for words, babe?”

He smiled, but before he could try to answer she was already on top of him kissing down his chest and when she was getting there, he stopped her with widened eyes. “No, Lanna!”

She was confused. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s just… I didn’t do it for you to feel forced to give it back. Let’s just rest now babe.” He laid her down on his body. “We have the whole night ahead, with no rush, if you know what I mean.”

She couldn’t resist and kissed him hungrily.

Excitingly they started all over again and enjoyed the night together like there was no tomorrow.

-X-

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naturaldisasterfanfiction · 4 years

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1. Part 3

Sticking my tongue out as I held the bottle of Ace of Spades while Robyn drank from it, moving the bottle back and laughed, I wish things weren’t so hazy for us but it is and I love the feeling, Robyn got up from the bed as I drank from the bottle. The feel of Robyn fisting my member as I waited on my knees, we are going for more “mhmm” holding the bottle up, looking inside the bottle “huh” I think the bottle is done “what are you doing?” Robyn laughed, looking away from the bottle “finished?” looking at her, licking my lips as I did so. Staring at Robyn’ lips before I attacked her mouth my lips “w-w-w” Robyn pushed at my chest and then giggled “put the bottle down” she grabbed the bottle from me. Looking down at my dick, this ain’t going down no time soon. Everything is just a little weird for me trying to keep up with it all, I feel the come down from the drugs I took earlier and then being drunk. Hovering over Robyn as the head of my dick is pressed against the entrance of her sex, I had to blink a few times to register that this is really Robyn under me. Spreading her legs wide and pushing them back into the air, I held on to her ankles and slid inside of her. My groan was deep and long when she gripped me and tighten around me. My hips barely moved forward; my rhythm is so slow. This agonizingly slow speed, I stared down at her face, loving each priceless expression she made. The ruffle between her eyebrows, the wrinkle of her nose, how tight her eyes were clenched shut, and what really turned me on, the way her tongue brushed across her bottom lip before pulling it back inside her mouth and biting down. Pulling out of her, I thrust back inside of her and picked up my speed. Finding a natural rhythm. Each stroke was filled with passion, letting go of her ankles, I gripped her hips and delved deeper into her. The bed rocked back and forth as Robyn gripped me and released, gripped me and release. My speed picked up more and my head fell back in ecstasy, with a raspy grunt, she is still so tight around me while I throbbed inside of her. I fell forward and placed my hands on either side of her, sucking down on her neck. My open mouth kisses moved across her ear and I whispered the words "I love you" repeatedly, over and over again as I continued it to thrust inside of her.

We both shuddered when our skin met and Robyn closed her eyes, exhaling a deep breath. I nibbled at her skin, earning a small moan from her, my hands are at her waist. Our naked sticky bodies together, in a daze really. I gently touched her lips with my finger and dropped my head until our foreheads touched “I’m tired” Robyn managed to say, she looked up at me and I couldn’t help myself “I love you” I just finished saying before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Robyn leaned in closer and deepened the kiss, she pushed her tongue against my closed lips, urging them to open. Our tongues tangled and the heat between us was just beginning to spark to life again when I broke the kiss “go to sleep” pressing a kiss to her nose which made her laugh “I’m so fucked” she drifted off laying her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her waist, I am going to wake up regretting every last moment of this, the room is spinning and I can’t sleep now but Robyn is quiet which only mean she has fallen asleep at such ease.

“Christopher, hey!” feeling a slight tap on my face “wake up” my eyes widened hearing that voice, her thick Bajan dialect peaking through as she said my name “Christopher, hey” my eyes were about to close as she pestered me to wake up “you need to wake up” lifting my arms above my head as I stretched out “last night happened” lifting my head up, dragging my eyes to Robyn. She is wearing her pink robe “you need to go, I am late” staring at her face, I mean that happened but she is stood here like nothing, like she wants me gone now “there may be some people around, just ignore them. Ok?” Robyn is dead ass, she don’t want no conversation, she wants me gone and I am feeling a little hurt on that “ok” I breathed out “I have a flight” Robyn’ arms across her chest, she is stand offish, she is not the girl that was drunk anyways “are you going to move so I can get dressed?” she is stood there staring “yeah, yeah. Sure” Robyn turned around as she walked off slowly, pulling the covers back from me “uh” I said, I feel so sticky from it all but I need to leave like this, let me just get up.

Robyn watched me get changed, I know my Robyn and I know when she is regretting something “am I that bad?” putting my sweatshirt over my head “I didn’t say anything” Robyn was quick to say but I know her, I know the woman I have always loved “you don’t need too Robyn, the way you are with me, how you are like this with me when we had sex, like who cares?” pulling my top down “I don’t care, that is the point. We had sex, that is it” Robyn and I jus stared at each other “that is it” she repeated those words “I had sex with you because I know you and that is why it was easy to just do it with you, we don’t talk when we are sober Chris because it’s better off that way. From a distance I will love you, but that is it. I am not leading you on for us to be anything, you have a lot of things going on in your life, and also I know you won’t go out there and tell the world that you had sex with me because you love me” I feel used “they will call me crazy even if I did, aight” pulling the bedroom door open, I am hurt by her but she is right. She doesn’t talk to me sober, we both don’t because in the real world this would never work, and she just wanted sex with me. I was going to bang the door close, but I didn’t, I closed it slowly because I shouldn’t be bitter about it because why would she want me after everything, what can I give her, drugs. Robyn knew there would be people around, the girl near dropped her plate when she saw me “sorry, you scared me” walking by her, I guess they will talk about it, they all will and I am the fool. Pressing the elevator button, it opened straight away which is good, I didn’t want to stand there like an idiot.

I would be lying if I said I am not butt hurt because I am but then again what did I expect, a whole relationship after this. I am just upset that she kind of shrugged off what happened and also the fact she just wrote me off as some dick appointment, but then again dick appointments actually have their number “fuck me!” gripping the steering wheel, I am fucking annoyed with all of it right now. Her pussy had me fighting niggas and now I want to fight niggas again, why did I do it “dad! You came for breakfast” I am not in the mood and I smell of sex, putting the car window down “morning baby” smiling at her “are you coming in?” shaking my head “kiss my cheek” turning my cheek, I stink like hell. Royalty kissed my cheek “I thought you was going to spend time with us?” nodding my head remembering that certain conversation “yes, I did say that but baby I had a long night working” watching my mom come out also with Aeko “so you’re not staying?” smiling at him “big boy, look at you” waving back at him “driving through?” my mom asked “I need to go home first, I just came to check up on them. Bring them over later” my mom shook her head “long night?” picking at my chin hair “I have to go home early today” Royalty making things difficult “well we will catch up, dad is busy. You know what, I will pick you up from school yes?” Royalty nodded her head “I can come to your house now? Leave Aeko here? I miss your house” I chuckled “I know you do, the house needs to be cleaned before you come, go and take Aeko inside, I just need to speak to Joyce” I pointed at my mom “daddy” waving at Aeko, I am not in the mood to be hugging and all that “why did you come for this? Is my home a fast food drive through?” I shrugged “it’s something right? Tell Amikka I did see him” my mom sighed out “fine, I will. But you are upsetting Royalty, she wants to spend time with you” my mom walked off, I just wanted to check up on them before I went home and just get high until I am over it.

“So, are we ready? Is the SUV outside?” Ja stared at me all wide eyed, I don’t even want to speak on it or what happened or what occurred, I jus want to go, and go back to the regular schedule “I mean, well. Ok girl” he said all wide eyed “well what?” I questioned, he pointed at the elevator “we uhm saw, you know. The Ex, did you both you know” Ja is saying things but beating around the bush about shit “did we what? What does it got to do with any of you what I do?” Ja put his hands up “on the defence, I just asked!” he is sat there acting like he isn’t being annoying with just asking and getting in my business “my man said he heard you having sex loudly, I don’t remember” rolling my eyes at Melissa having to come out of her room at the very point “wait, who you having sex with?” Melissa asked, I give up because clearly nothing can be secret here “I had sex with the guy you bought to the party?” turning around to Melissa, she is staring at me “chile, I invited a few of them? Who you fucking?” she is so annoying “oh” Melissa said “Oh!, oh ok” Mel just slowly walked off “can we just go now, we all need some dick in our lives. Least I know him” I want to leave now “just not the ones that have kids from other women and is a little crazy, just saying let’s go” Ja got up “it was just sex, I am not asking to be a step mother. There is one thing about Chris, I can control him because he loves me. He is crazy to you!, now you drop that shit or you not coming on the jet” I don’t want to hear anything while on the jet to London “I will be quiet” he knows that he is pushing my buttons now, I just want to move on and get on with things because I need dick too, he was there and we had a good time, I have to admit that I haven’t had much fun since last night with him but I meant what I said to him in the morning.

My hand hovered over my lips, and then to the side of my neck I can just vaguely remember his lips lingering over mine, the rush I felt from the very touch got me smiling to myself. I had to hide the hickey he left behind but I missed him, I missed it but I don’t miss the drama that goes around him. I couldn’t do it and I couldn’t bring myself to be with him because it’s too much, I wish I could keep him close and for him to be around me but it’s best to keep him at a distance, it has to be that way because we will just then be too close and things will start to get serious with us, I can’t let that happen, just like I can’t let the love we have go with every other man, it feels like I am holding onto something and I feel bad for them but what is done is done now, it’s over with. I needed sex and it happened, I rather it have been with a man I know but it’s done now, I feel relieved and content until another few years if I don’t find a man. Breathing in heavily just thinking on how I’ve become old and just alone a little, I didn’t plan for this and it’s just business as usual when I wanted it to be happy family, I guess god has got other plans for me which I am blessed in every way.

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alovelymoonbeam · 4 years

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Deaf Newsies Fic ch 1

Right, I’m finally doing it. I’ve been half writing this story for a few years, but I’m finally posting the first chapter for the newsies quarantine project day two. If you actually like it/want me to post more/have an idea for a title, lmk

disclaimer: I am not Deaf, nor do I know anyone who is deaf. Everything in this is based on what I learned about Deaf culture in my ASL class, so if something is wildly inaccurate, or offensive, or anything, please let me know, and I’ll fix it.

also i wrote most of this like two years ago so it kinda sucks sorry

@watchwhathappensfromafar

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I was starving. That was the only thought that could really cross my mind at the time. It wasn’t that I’d never gone hungry before. After all, missing meals had been a favorite punishment of the school I’d been at. But this was different. I hadn’t eaten at all in three days. The first day I’d been too busy running until I keeled over with exhaustion to bother with finding food. It hadn’t seemed as important as getting away at the time. The next two days I’d spent hiding, and trying to avoid the police. Today the lack of food had finally caught up with me, and it dulled the intense fear of getting caught enough that I attempted to beg for money so that I could actually buy some food. Unfortunately for me, I was having quite a bit of trouble, since I couldn’t really speak to anyone I met, nor could I understand them very well.

This wasn’t anything new of course, seeing as I was deaf. I had very little residual hearing, so I hadn’t yet managed to figure out speech (though not for lack of trying). I could lipread fairly well all things considered, but it was kind of like attempting to read something in extremely low lighting. I had to concentrate really hard, and didn’t understand most of what a person said. Unfortunately my slow learning and lack of understanding often got me in trouble back at the school, which was the main reason I was out on the streets in the first place.

I had no idea where I had ended up. Back then the streets of New York confounded me. The buildings were like the walls of some complex maze, full of dead ends and wrong turns. This was mostly because the people who had raised me kept me cooped up at that stupid school, where I’d had little to no access to the outside world, and during school breaks I hadn’t been allowed out because they were scared that I would get lost (or something like that. They never bothered to tell me). I was so clueless back then. I mean, I’d lived in New York my whole life, but I didn’t know the first thing about it!

Anyways, I had mostly given up trying to beg for money. The people around me couldn’t understand me, and I couldn’t understand them. There wasn’t much point in signing to them. The small part of my brain that wasn’t focused on my hunger was cursing my parents for insisting I spend my time trying to figure out lipreading and speech rather than learning how to get around New York on my own. Stupid parents.

I followed the current of people, too exhausted to know or care where I was headed. My only comfort was that I was still better off than I had been before. As I made my way, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My entire body tensed up. I had always hated it when people touched me unexpectedly, and my recent experiences hadn’t done anything to help the fact. I turned to see a police officer.

Now, before I continue on with this story, I’d like to take this moment to say that I am normally a smart, rational person, who is very good at getting away from the police without incident when the time calls for it. But I was starving, scared, and exhausted. I was drained from my escape, and the stressful last three days. So when a cop grabbed my shoulder, and asked me a question that I hadn’t managed to see, I panicked.

I yanked my arm out of the officer’s hand, and I ran. An instant later, I realized what a bad idea that was. I knew he would be chasing me. I may as well have painted the word GUILTY across my forehead. I also knew that there was no way I could outrun him or hide. I was too exhausted. As I ran, my lungs burned, and my legs ached. I wove my way through the crowd, praying for a miracle. In the middle of said prayer, I slammed right into one.

The person I had not managed to avoid was a boy, a few years older than me. He wore a blue shirt, with a black vest over it, and a grey cap. He wasn’t wearing a coat, which was a pretty bad idea, since it was January. His clothes were worn, but clean, and he looked rather confused, which made sense, considering I had just plowed right into him while being chased by a police officer.

He said something to me probably along the lines of What’s wrong? or Who are you? or Why on earth did you run into me, and why is there a police officer chasing you? Of course, I couldn’t be sure, since I was a bit busy panicking.

I shook my head, and said the only thing I know how to say in English. I’m deaf.

His eyes widened in understanding. Just then the cop caught up with me. The boy and I turned to face him. I probably would have started running again, but the boy put his arm around me, keeping me in place. Normally this would have made me either panic, or kick him to get away, but he was acting completely carefree, as if an out of breath, angry cop wasn’t standing in front of us.

What seems….problem officer? the boy asked. His unruffled behavior seemed to confuse the cop as much as it confused me.

That girl did something, the officer answered. I scowled at the officer, then turned to the boy and shook my head. Sure, I had run when he asked me a question, but that was still quite a bit of a conclusion he was jumping to.

….mind explaining what happened? he asked, readjusted the strap on his bag. The officer paused, probably realizing that I really hadn’t done anything that would warrant his pursuit, other than running.

I asked….she….okay. She didn’t answer….I put my hand….her shoulder and asked again, and when I did, she started running, he said. The boy raised his eyebrows, and the officer’s scowl deepened. I doubted he liked explaining just how unintelligent he was to a couple of kids half his age.

I think I understand the problem, the boy said after a pause. See, officer, my sister here is deaf. ….as been since she was born. Couldn’t understand a word you was saying. She gets spooked pretty easily too, on account….her not being able to hear people coming and all. When people touch her, and she isn’t expecting it, she gets scared, and runs. Specially if it isn’t someone she knows.

I was proud of myself for understanding what he said. Usually I didn’t get so much out of a conversation, but even though he seemed to have a rather strong accent, he talked at a good pace, and wasn’t exaggerating his words to make it ‘easier’ for me to understand. What he said surprised me. If you were smart, you didn’t stick your neck out for other people, especially one you didn’t know. But he had gone and lied to a police officer, who I didn’t doubt would arrest him for less, all so he could help some random kid who happened to run into him.

...sorry… the officer said, and walked away. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Not only had the boy lied for me, but the officer had believed him. As I was puzzling over this, the boy began to lead me somewhere.

I stopped, and he turned to look at me. Yes, he had saved me from the cop, but I still didn’t know anything about him, and I didn’t know why he was willing to risk being arrested to help me. In my experience, when people helped you out, it was because they expected something in return, and I wanted to know exactly what I was getting myself into.

“What’s your name?” I signed to him, hoping he would somehow magically understand.

Sorry, what? he asked, confused. I sighed. Looks like we were doing this the hard way.

I pointed to him, hoping that would do the trick. Fortunately, it got the message across.

Oh! My name’s Jack, he answered. I smiled, and shook my hands, in the sign form of applause.

“Why did you help me?” I asked.

Sorry, is….don’t understand, Jack said. I was pretty sure I missed something he said, but I decided to figure it out later, and try to get him to understand my question.

“Before…” I mimed the cop chasing after me.

When the bull was chasing you… he guessed. I nodded.

“You…” I mimed putting my arm around someone, and mimicked his carefree demeanor. “She’s my sister. She’s deaf. It's fine,” I signed.

Is that me? he asked with a smile. I nodded. When I helped you? he asked. I nodded again.

“You helped me,” I signed.

“You helped me,” he repeated. I shook my head, and corrected him. “I helped you,” he tried again. I nodded.

“You helped me. Why?” I asked again.

Why did I help you? he asked. I nodded, and signed yes. Oh, well….. needed help. That cop was one…. Snyder’s….. He…..taken.... refuge, and no.... deserves that and...

Oh gosh, I thought as he continued to ramble. Evidently his accent got thicker when he was nervous. That was gonna make things difficult for me. I didn’t understand several of his words, and he was still going.

“Wait, stop.” I signed.

What? he asked.

“Slow down,” I signed. I mimed him rambling, and my confusion. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

Oh, am I talking to fast? he asked slower, but thankfully not agonizingly slow. I nodded.

Sorry. I was just saying that no one deserves to go to the refuge. That’s the jail for kids, he explained. It's a terrible place.

“You’ve been there?” I asked. He didn’t know the signs, but he seemed to guess my meaning.

Have I been there? he asked. I nodded. Yeah. I didn’t do anything. But the more kids they bring in, the more they get paid, he explained. They arrest….kids over nothing.

“Okay,” I signed.

Do you need a place to stay? he asked, changing the subject.

“What?” I asked, confused.

You look like you don’t have anywhere to go, he explained. Do you need a place to stay?

I hesitated, deciding whether or not I should give him that information. Even though I still barely knew him, and I found out he’d been arrested at some point, I felt like I could trust him. He had done his best at understanding me, and hadn’t treated me like I was stupid. And he had saved me. I figured the least I could do was give him a chance. Plus my escape had been pretty poorly planned, and I had no other ideas on what to do.

“Yes,” I admitted, nodding so he would understand.

Well, a couple…. away....lodging house….not super fancy, but....bed, and food. They take any kid….pay, long as they don’t....trouble, he said. Me…. other newsies stay there. If you want, you can too.

“I don’t have money,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t pay.”

You don’t want to? he guessed. I shook my head. No wait, you can’t? he tried again. I nodded.

“I can’t.” I said.

“Can’t,” he repeated, speaking the word while doing the sign. I nodded. Okay. So why can’t you? Oh, wait, do you not have money? he asked. I nodded.

Don’t worry about it. Me and a few….kids have a little fund so we can help new kids get back on their feet. It’ll only pay for a night, but tomorrow, you can sell with us.

Before I could answer, Jack grabbed my hand, and began leading me through the crowd. I yanked my hand out of his. He stopped, and turned towards me, confused.

“Don’t touch my hands,” I signed, doing my best not to get angry. I hated it when people did that. Hand grabbing might be fine for hearing people, but for me it was the equivalent of shoving a gag down my throat. My hands were my way of communicating, and I wasn’t going to let anyone silence me, intentionally or otherwise.

Your hands? Oh! You don’t want me to touch your hands, right? Jack guessed. I nodded.

“Don’t touch my hands,” I repeated. He nodded.

Okay, I won’t. This way, he said, turning the corner. I grabbed onto his shoulder to avoid losing him on the crowded streets.

As we were walking, he pulled newspapers out of his bag, and said things that I didn’t manage to catch as they weren’t directed towards me. When he did this, people would come up to him and buy the papers. At one point while talking to someone, he pulled me close to him and put his arm around my shoulder, like he had to escape the cop. I turned towards him to see what he was saying.

….my sister here….deaf, you see….I did my best not to laugh at how pitiful he looked. He was definitely overacting, much more than he had when he had gotten the cop to leave.

Poor thing...all I can spare...hope you two will be alright….said the man, handing Jack a coin. I realized that he was using my deafness to earn pity points with the man he was speaking to. Nowadays I do the same thing (hey, if people are going to treat me like less of a person cause I communicate in a different way than they do, I have no problem making myself appear more pitiful to get a few extra cents), but at the time I was pretty angry about the whole thing. I was about to say some rather unsavory things and leave, but he handed me the coin.

Looking in my hand, I saw a dime. The man hadn’t even bought a pape, but playing up my deafness had gotten us a whole dime! I looked up, eyes wide, and Jack smiled mischievously at me.

Rule one a being a newsie, if you have the pity card, use it, he said.Then, nodding towards the coin, That’ll pay for a meal and a place to sleep tonight.

“Thanks,” I signed distractedly, still considering the events that had just taken place.

I hated it when people pitied me or acted like I wasn’t quite a person. I hated being ignored or stared at when I signed. I didn’t really mind being deaf, but I hated how people reacted to it. But Jack had just shown me another side to it all. People would pity me no matter what. But I’d just been shown how to use it to my advantage. I smiled. This whole thing was going to work out just fine, it seemed.

One shortcut through a broken fence and a few minutes later, we arrived at the Newsie Lodging House. It was a building with several floors, including, but not limited to, a dining room, a schoolroom, a gym, and dorms for the kids, not to mention Jack’s penthouse (though I didn’t know about that at the time). The bottom floor was almost all rented out to different shops, leaving nothing but a small entrance and stairway that led up to the rest of the lodging house.

Jack opened the small door of the lodging house and into the entryway (if you can call it that). It was a room not much bigger than a closet, with walls covered in hooks, presumably for coats. I remember being confused about why there were so many hooks when, judging by the size of that room, there couldn’t be more than a dozen children there.

I followed Jack up the stairs and onto the third floor. It mainly consisted of a schoolroom, full of desks, and complete with a chalkboard. I didn’t know it at the time, but the room was so that the kids who worked during the day could still get some form of education when they were finished selling. It also happens to be where Mr. Heig’s office is.

Pop! You….here? Jack called. If I had to guess, I’d say that Mr. Heig replied based on Jack’s reaction. A moment later, he appeared out of a back room. Mr. Heig has been running the lodging house for as long as anyone can remember. He’s an older man, with grey hair and a beard. He has a little bit of a pot belly, and even though he can be strict when it comes to how he runs the place, we all love him.

Why...back...selling, Jack? He asked, walking towards us.

I found…. Jack started to say something, but at this point I stopped paying attention to the conversation. Neither of them were directly facing me, and when hearing people are talking to each other, they go so much faster. It makes it impossible to keep up. Instead, I observed my surroundings.

The schoolroom reminded me of the school I had come from, but it was a lot bigger, and a lot more run down. The desks were old, and mismatched, and some of them looked like they would fall apart at any given moment. The chalkboard had the remains of a math lesson smudged on it, as if the teacher couldn’t be bothered to erase it properly. The eraser itself was actually just a piece of old cloth, dirty and covered in chalk, and really should have been replaced long ago. But in spite of everything, the room in general was neat and clean, and everything seemed to be in its proper place.

At that moment, Jack tapped my shoulder. I turned back to the conversation to find the both of them looking at me expectantly.

“What?” I asked.

Didn’t you say she could read lips? Asked Mr. Heig.

“I can, but it's hard, and the two of you were going to fast,” I answered, annoyed at having to explain this. Hearing people assume that it's so easy to lipread, but it's really super freaking hard! You try understanding a conversation that’s not directed to you and in another language that you only vaguely know!

Was it too fast? Jack guessed. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Hearing people were so much work.

“Yes, and the two of you….” I turned away from them, and mimed them talking super fast. “When you talk fast, and turn away, I can’t understand.”

Sorry. We were just asking why you were on the streets? asked Jack.

“My mom got sick and died, and I don’t have any other family,” I answered. It was a lie. A complete and total lie. Luckily, they couldn’t understand me at all, since I had signed fast, and kept my face blank to give them no clues to what I was actually saying.

Did you understand anything she said? Mr. Heigs asked Jack. He shook his head helplessly. I rolled my eyes. Hearing people were ridiculously inept at reading people. They turned away just enough that I couldn’t tell what they were saying. Probably not on purpose, but it was still annoying. I moved to a position where I could see them a bit better.

....race...sign language….ask him... I only caught the bare minimum of what Jack said, and it left me confused as always. I did my best to stifle a yawn. I hadn’t slept properly or really at all since I ran away, and evidently, it was starting to catch up with me. Mr. Heigs took notice.

….upstairs. She looks like….about to fall over, he said. Jack nodded, and then turned to me.

Come on, he said. We’ll find you someplace….sleep.

I nodded, and followed him up the stairs.

#deaf newsies #deaf newsies fic #asl newsies fic #newsies #newsies fic #newsiesquarantineproject #watchwhathappensfromafar

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glazslippers · 4 years

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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Pairing: Stanley Uris x OC (female) Warnings: cursing

Summary: Quinn had spent her whole life protecting other women from the dangers of men. When she met Stanley, she thought he was just like every other boy she had come across, sex craved and egotistical. Although one of those was correct, that didn’t stop the feelings she felt towards him form.

A/N: this is my first fanfic i’ve posted on here and i honestly feel like a mom on snapchat. if you like it please let me know and i might continue writing things like these in the future! (i’m really sorry if this sucks)

Even though Quinn Macey had moved to Derry less than three months ago, that didn't stop her from making tons of friends. They loved her outgoing and sarcastic personality and the fact that she didn't take shit from anyone. She wouldn't constantly stick up for them at school and in town if there was a guy trying desperately to get into their pants. She was often nicknamed spitfire or hot head or a string of other names, drawing inspiration from her short temper and red hair.

It was no secret that in the three short months she'd lived in Derry, she gained a string of female friends partly because she refused to talk to any of the boys at school or on town. It was her own personal grudge that she held against every living male. They didn't cause anything but trouble in her opinion and the only thing on their mind was sex.

Because of her refusal of boys, many of them and even a few girls had coined her as lesbian, not that she minded. She dressed girly enough, but when she wanted to she could get down and dirty, playing a variety of sports. In her old town, she played on a softball team that won a few state-wide games. She had also dabbled in football and soccer. Though soccer wasn't her favorite, she played it anyway.

When she moved to Derry, she had to quit her team and say goodbye to her friends, which she probably won't hear of again. Starting at the end of the school year might have been hard for anyone else opposite of Quinn. She decided to start out nice, warming up to everyone but when a few guys tried hitting on her, she quickly put her in their place and made it clear she wasn't interested. They had bugged her over and over. If it was just some one time thing she might have looked passed it but since they kept on pestering her, she had to take matters into her own hands.

The last day of school was nearing an end and Quinn found herself eyeing the clock. Her reasoning behind staring at the gadget was nothing more than "maybe if I stare hard enough it'll tick faster." It obviously didn't get the memo, and continued ticking at its agonizingly slow pace.

Maybe it was the sun shining from outside through the classroom window onto her skin, or the fact that she couldn't wait to get out of the retched classroom and was bouncing her leg up and down so much that she had broken out into a small sweat but one thing was certain: today had to be the hottest day of the year.

Quinn thought of the regret she had for wearing jeans and had her hair down while she fanned herself off with her right hand. She had already tied her shirt up as high as the school would allow but it didn't help because of the broken AC system in the class she was in. She looked outside, seeing the seniors leave school early, being dismissed by the teachers because they were upperclassmen and did the calculations in her head. If the seniors already walked out, they must have been released by the teachers, like everyday, five minutes before school let out. Quinn started counting down from 300 in her head.

297, 296, 295.

She couldn't focus on whatever the teacher was saying. The small heat stroke she was having didn't help with focusing either.

230, 229, 228.

She leaned her head back, fanning her neck and wrists. Her once ice filled water bottle became a lake of boiling lava in her metal cup.

134, 133, 132.

Quinn wondered if she had gotten to the halfway mark or already passed it while she was counting. She didn't think she could take one more minute of being without air. Black spots clouded her vision and she lied her head against the window.

97, 96, 95.

She was getting so close. Less than a hundred seconds to go until she could escape the body heat filled room and into the hot summer air. At least she would feel something other than hot.

Quinn was two seconds away from ripping her shirt off and using it as a noose when the bell rang. She sprung up as fast as she could and bolted out of the door. One of her friends, Savannah, walked by her and Quinn grabbed her arm.

"I'm dying," she said in between pants.

Savannah raised an eyebrow at the dramatic girl in front of her. "You good?"

"Do I look good?" Quinn retorted. "I am the definition of lava. If you look it up in the dictionary you'll see a picture of me melting."

"I take it you're hot?"

"How are you not? It's literally two hundred degrees out!"

Savannah rolled her eyes and closed her locker. Ah head just cleaned everything out and placed it all into her book bag. With an amused smile, she looked down at Quinn who had her head against the tall blue lockers. "Wanna go swimming?"

The words sparked energy into Quinn's body. Suddenly, she didn't realize that she had drops of sweat rolling down her face or the bottom of her hair had stuck to her neck. All she cared about was the cool release of hitting the cool body of water and cooling off.

At the mention of swimming, Savannah watched Quinn's eyes widen and laughed. "I'm guessing that's a yes?"

"That's a hell yes!"

Quinn and Savannah hopped out of Savannah's car and Quinn had never undressed herself so fast in her entire life. She stripped down to her underwear and immediately ran and jumped off the cliff that towered over the river. Savannah looked over the edge, worried when her friend didn't pop back up but let out a sigh of relief when Quinn's head poked its familiar red hair out of the water.

"Come in it feels so nice!" She yelled up at the brunette looking over the rocks.

"I don't know, Q. It's pretty high up."

"Just jump! It'll be over in an instant!"

Savannah shook her head and backed away from the edge. "I can't do it."

Quinn rolled her eyes and swam to land. She crawled out of the water and hiked back up to where Savannah was standing. Her wet body weighed her down but the second she rang her hair out it felt as if she lost five pounds.

"Here," Quinn grabbed Savannah's hand. "I'll jump with you."

"Quinn," the brunette whined.

"Don't whine, you baby. It's just a few feet."

"A few feet?" Savannah yelled with wide eyes. "Girl, that is at least three hundred feet."

"Maybe, but once you jump you'll realize it's not that high at all."

"Yeah, but I'm not jumping."

Quinn groaned. "Sav, I'm gonna day this in the nicest way possible: stop being such a pussy and jump."

Savannah frowned. "That was you being nice?"

Quinn shrugged and cornered Savannah where she was back to the edge. "You're either gonna hump or I'm gonna push you. You're choice."

"Quinn," Savannah warned. "You better back up." The ginger smirked and an evil glint shone across her eyes.

If it weren't for a group of teenage boys pulling up on their bikes behind them, Savannah would've been done for. The girls' head snapped around to see who had joined them. There were four boys, obviously outnumbering them and probably had the same idea they had after school let out. They threw their bikes to the ground and some removed their shoes while the other removed their shirts, obviously not noticing the two girls half naked in front of them.

Stanley turned his head to the direction of the cliff, sprinting over to it but stopped when he saw the girls. "Um, what're you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Quinn said with a little more attitude than she meant.

"Well, obviously we're gonna swim. So, why don't you too head home and play with some Barbies or whatever."

Quinn scoffed and Savannah sighed, knowing what her friend would do in this situated. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Stanley rolled his eyes. "Get lost."

"I'm sorry, who was here first?"

By now, the rest of the boys came over to their friend, backing him up against the girls or one girl in particular. "We come here every summer so it's our hangout," Richie said.

"Oh, sorry. Well just be on our way then."

Stanley crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows when she didn't move.

"What, you thought I was serious?" Quinn bitterly laugh. "I knew boys were dumb, but I didn't think they were that dumb."

"W-We're not d-dumb!" Bill replied.

"Well?" Stanley said.

"Well what?"

"Leave already!"

Quinn put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "No. We were clearly here first. Doesn't matter if you guys come here every summer or not."

"You must be new around here cause this is our space," Richie spike.

"And so what if I am? I don't see your name on this cliff."

Stanley glared at the girl in front of him. "Who do you think you are?"

"Quinn Macey." She smiled almost taunting him to keep bugging her, which he gladly did.

"Well, Quinn Macey, why don't you and your friend head home before you get yourself jumping off this cliff."

Quinn grabbed Savannah's hand protectively. "Her name is Savannah and I've already jumped it. But you pretty boys are probably too chicken to jump aren't you?"

Stanley scoffed and walked forward, making the friends behind him walk forward too. "You think we can't jump it?"

"Nah I don't think that's it. Maybe it's the fact that you're just threatened by two girls who rightfully deserve to stay at your precious little river."

Stanley laughed. "You think we're threatened by you? A spoiled brat that can't stand not getting what she wants?"

"You little-" Before Quinn could get close to Stanley, Savannah held her back by her arms. Quinn obviously struggled against Savannah's grip but the brunette wasn't looking for a fight, she just wanted to swim.

"Stan, maybe we could just share it," Eddie whispered to the curly headed boy in front of him. He also wasn't looking for a fight and wanted to remain peaceful, knowing Stan was too stubborn to give up and Quinn probably was the same.

"Share? Ed, have you gone crazy? Why would we share the river with some random girls?"

"Well, I don't really wanna fight over it and it seems like the best option. We both get what we want," Eddie shrugged.

"I-I'm fine w-with sharing," said Bill.

"Not you too," Stan sighed and looked at Richie. "Rich, tell them sharing's not an option."

Richie looked away from Stanley, kickoff the dirt underneath him. "I mean, all I want to do is swim. I guess it wouldn't matter if there are chicks in the water or not."

Stanley groaned. "Fine."

"So you guys are leaving?" Quinn asked, crossing her arms.

"No, we're gonna share," Eddie explained. "That way we both can swim."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "No way. There's no way-"

Savannah cut Quinn off. "We'll take it!" At the ginger's gaze she shrugged. "What? I want to swim."

"Good." With that the boys finished taking off their clothes, leaving them in only underwear.

"So, are we swimming with strangers or..." Savannah trailed off.

"That's Bill, Eddie, and Stanley," Richie introduced, "and I'm Richie."

"Savannah and Quinn," the brunette formally introduced.

Stanley and Quinn kept glaring at each other during the introductions as if the first person to look away would lose their little mind game between just the two of them. During this time, Eddie, Bill, and Richie had already jumped from the cliff. Quinn obviously had no intention of moving her gaze until Savannah grabbed her arm. She cursed herself when her head turned to meet Savannah's gaze. Stanley held a satisfying smirk on his face because he had won their staring contest.

"Q, I'm just gonna take the long way down."

Quinn frowned. "No jumping?"

"You know I'm terrified of heights."

"Fine. I'll be down in a minute."

Savannah walked away leaving Quinn alone with Stanley. Stan walked up next to her and got into position for a running start. Quinn followed his actions, giving him a challenging smirk. Stanley narrowed his eyes and shifted his gaze ahead. They took off at the same time, another wordless challenge adapted to see who could jump the farthest.

Quinn thought for sure she jumped farthest and swam back up to the surface with a satisfying smile on her face. That was until she saw Stanley pop his head up and flip the hair out of his eyes. He was just a few feet in front of her and a frown formed on her face when she saw the teasing glint in his eyes as if he was dying to annoy her by saying he had gotten farther than her.

With a huff, Quinn swam over to where Savannah had gotten in at and began chatting with her, occasionally swimming further out to get away from the boys.

Stan tried his best hiding the looks he gave Quinn from afar but the boys had caught on since he wasn't that good at hiding. Richie splashed Stan's face to stop him from staring.

Stanley wiped his face and glared at Richie. "What was that for?"

Richie smirked. "You were staring."

"Was not."

"We're to."

Eddie joined in. "It was kind of obvious that you were staring, Stan."

"Stan l-likes Q-Quinn," Bill teased.

Stanley splashed Bill in the face to shut him up. "No I don't. I'm just annoyed that they're here."

"I'm not," said Eddie. He turned to the girls that were a little further out than they were. "Hey, guys!"

Their heads turned to the voice shouting at them. Stan's eyes went wide as he hit Eddie in the arm. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

Eddie shrugged. "Inviting them over for a game." He turned to the girls that started swimming over, led by Savannah. "Wanna chicken fight?"

"How do you play?" Savannah asked. The boys stood on the shallower end so when the girls came up, the water was up to their chests. Quinn stood behind Savannah with her arms crossed, not particularly wanting to be around Stanley.

"One person gets on another person's shoulders and fights the other team. The first first to knock the other off, wins," Eddie explained.

"Okay, who's gonna get on who?" Quinn questioned.

"We'll switch it up so it doesn't really matter right now."

"Okay, Savannah. Hop on." Quinn went under water and let Savannah climb on top of her shoulders. When she was on, Quinn went back above water and grabbed onto Savannah's thighs so that she wouldn't go anywhere.

"How the hell did you-" Richie started but was interrupted by Quinn.

"Sav's a twig. She weighs, like, two pounds."

Richie got on Bill's shoulders while Eddie and Stanley watched. Richie and Savannah grasped hands and started fighting. Bill and Quinn navigated to help better their team's chances at winning by moving from side to side or forwards and backwards. It was a tough fight, but eventually Richie was the victor. Richie yelled how proud he was and Bill shook him off his shoulders.

"Who's next bitches?" Richie asked, ready for another round.

"I wanna go," Quinn announced. Savannah seemed to have a lot of fun and it would be extremely satisfying to knock one of the boys off. "Sav?"

Savannah's eyes widened. "Um, no offense, but I'm not as strong as you."

Quinn playfully glared at her. "Are you calling me fat?"

"Don't worry, Quinn. Stan's pretty strong, he'll be able to hold you," Richie winked.

"I'm not fat!"

"Alright, Eddie get your ass over here so I can get on your shoulders. Quinn you get on Stan's shoulders," Richie instructed. Stan and Quinn's eyes widened at the boy's words.

"No way!" They yelled in unison.

"Everyone else has gone. Stop being losers so we can play the game."

"Fine," Stanley huffed and went under water so Quinn would have an easier time of getting on. After a few seconds, he still didn't feel her weight on his shoulders and popped back up. "You just gonna let me drown?"

"That was the plan," Quinn admitted with a smirk on her face.

"Will you just get on, brat?"

"Don't get your panties in a twist." Stanley dipped back under water and Quinn crossword over his shoulders. He came back up and placed his hands a little too high up for Quinn's comfort. She smacked them away but the second she started falling back tugged on Stan's hair. His neck got hot and the tips of his ears went red. "Got a thing for hair pulling, pretty boy?"

"I won't hesitate to let go," Stanley warned.

The truth of the matter was that Stanley was beet red. Only Eddie and Richie could see him like this and to anyone else they would've thought that Stan was just having a tough time keeping Quinn up. Except that was the opposite of what was happening. Stanley was quite strong as he used the muscles in his legs to hoist them up out of the water.

It just so happened that the mix of hair pulling (one of his turn ons), the fact that her stomach was up against his head, and the his touch on her thighs made him blush all over. Oh, and also because her crotch was sitting on the back of his neck.

Quinn and Richie joined hands and the boy knew that if Stanley was in his place he would've had a field day at what he was witnessing. Because Quinn was bent over and her arms had squeezed to the sides of her breasts to meet Richie's arms, her boobs had smushed together. Richie didn't dare look but he could still see them from where he looked on her face.

They fought back and forth, Quinn pushing at Richie and the other way around. She would occasionally grab onto Stan's head to regain her balance and when she did, Stanley backed up so that Richie wouldn't take the opportunity to knock her off. After a few minutes of struggling on both ends, Quinn eventually pushed Richie off Eddie's shoulders.

The boy went down with a loud yell and defeated, emerged from the water with a frown. "I really just got beat by a girl."

Quinn had a proud smile on her face. "Don't take it personal, I'm just stronger than you." She patted Stanley's head. "You can let me down now."

Stanley went under water and released his grip on Quinn's thighs. Once he didn't feel her on him anymore, he returned to the surface, almost bumping into her. Neither said anything, but both had a small blush on their cheeks as they swam to their separate groups.

Savannah didn't miss the pink tint on Quinn's cheeks and shared a knowing look with Eddie. She and Eddie walked onto land that was about two yards away to get away from the others.

"So, are they in love or are they in love?" Savannah laughed.

"All of the above," Eddie responded with a smile similar to the girl in front of him and looked at Quinn and Stanley who were hiding behind both Richie and Bill.

"And what are we gonna do about it?" Savannah asked, rocking on her feet.

"What do you mean?"

Savannah rolled her eyes. "Well, if we're gonna set them up we gotta have a plan."

"Oh, right. How about we all go to the movies and make them sit next to each other?" His eyes suddenly went wide at the thought he had. "And they can share a bucket of popcorn!"

"Shh," Savannah shushed him. "That's a good idea. But what movie are we gonna see?"

"How about a horror movie?" Eddie suggested.

"That's genius! I know Quinn and she gets scared easily. A scary movie will have her jumping into his arms."

"The theater's doing a rerun of all the eighties scary movies on Saturdays. So tomorrow they'll be playing A Nightmare on Elm Street."

Savannah nodded. "We'll be there."

"Are you gonna be scared?"

Savannah laughed at his question. "Hell no. If there's one thing I have over Quinn it's scary movies. I love them, she hates them."

"Alright, we'll meet you guys there at six, okay? By the time we get out, it'll be dark."

"I'll make an excuse on why I can't take her home and then Stan'll have to walk her." She wiggled her eyebrows.

After a few more hours in the water, it started getting dark out, which meant it was time to leave. Quinn decided against putting on her jeans and instead slipped her shirt over her head and put on her socks and shoes. Her shirt was rather large because it was her mom's so it came down a little above the bottom of her butt, still showing the underwear underneath.

Savannah didn't miss Stanley's stare directed towards Quinn's body and held a big smile on her face. Once in the car, Quinn questioned why Savannah was smiling so large.

"Cause I have a huge crush on Stanley Uris."

Quinn didn't sense the joking tone in her voice and replied with a simple, "Oh."

Savannah snorted at her friend who stared out the window like her soul had just collapsed. "I'm just kidding, he's all yours."

Quinn's head snapped to the driver and scowled. "I do not have a crush on Stanley. Did you not witness what I witnessed today? He was an ass."

"Or maybe, he was having a bad day."

"Or maybe, he's an ass."

Savannah rolled her eyes and continued driving. "Wanna go see a movie tomorrow with the boys?"

"Is-"

Savannah interrupted Quinn's question. "Is Stan gonna be there? Yes."

Quinn glared. "That's not what I was gonna ask. Is someone gonna pay for my ticket? Cause I don't have any money."

"I'll pay for you, sugar baby." Savannah winked.

"Thanks daddy." The girls erupted into laughter.

The next day, Savannah showed up at Quinn's house just before five. Quinn was still getting ready as Savannah walked into her room. She was contemplating whether or not to wear her smaller hoops or go bold and wear larger ones. "Which ones?"

Savannah raised an eyebrow at Quinn's attire. She wore a short blue sundress that had no sleeves and reached just above her mid thigh. It might have been one of the shortest dresses she owned but it definitely wasn't number one. She didn't wear any makeup, like always, but had lip gloss on her lips.

"The small ones," Savannah decided and watched Quinn put them on in the mirror. "Is all this for Stanley?"

"Will you shut up? It's hot outside and I am not making the same mistake as yesterday."

"I'm guessing that's the same for the earrings, lip gloss, and perfume?"

Quinn have her a look. "We're going to the movies with a group of people. Why not get a little dolled up?

They hung out for awhile at Quinn's house until it was time to leave. They both hopped in Savannah's car and drove into town where they would meet the boys at the movie theater. Savannah had yet to tell Quinn what movie they were going to see but she could only assume it wasn't something sappy if the boys were tagging along. Or maybe they were tagging along with the boys. Either way, they were going to see a movie and Quinn hoped it was going to be good.

The boys were already waiting for them as they pulled up and parked. Quinn noticed there was one less male from yesterday and furrowed her eyebrows as they neared the group. "Where's Stanley?"

Eddie and Savannah looked at each other knowingly while Richie responded. "He's inside away from the heat. We've been here for awhile."

"It is pretty hot out," Quinn admitted. "How long have you guys been here?"

"Since four thirty. Eddie forgot what time we needed to be here so we've just camped out waiting for you two," Richie explained.

"Well, lets go in and buy our tickets."

Savannah bought her and Quinn's ticket while the boys bought theirs. When it came to who was getting popcorn, Bill and Richie would share a bucket, so would Savannah and Eddie and Quinn and Stanley.

"Wait, why can't we share a bucket?" Quinn asked Savannah as she took the bucket of buttery popcorn in her hands. Movie theater popcorn was her favorite kind of popcorn. It was popped fresh in front of you and you could determine how much butter you wanted on it.

"Cause I'm not sitting next to you. I'm sitting next to Eddie," Savannah said as they walked into the theater where the movie was playing.

Eddie sat next to Savannah, who was adjacent to Bill and Richie. Quinn found herself sandwiches between Richie and Stanley. A duo she didn't know if she could handle without her open minded friend. Reluctantly, she handed the bucket of popcorn to Stanley. If she wanted some later, she'd grab it herself. When she usually shared, Quinn would set the popcorn on the arm rest but right now she wanted to rest her arm on it.

After what seemed liked a thousand previews of every movie other than the one they were watching, the movie started. The theater went black and the only lights were the emergency ones and the big screen in front of them. Quinn grabbed popcorn and shoved it in her mouth, almost chocking when she saw the title come up on the screen.

THE NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET

Quinn watched in horror with wide eyes then turned to her left, looking over Richie and Bill and scowled at Savannah who was happily eating popcorn. Resting her back into the chair, Quinn sank down and mentally groaned.

"What is it?" Stanley whispered.

"I wouldn't have come if I knew we were watching this," Quinn responded. She would rather puke her own guts out than watch anything gruesome or filled with jump scares. Unfortunately for her, it would be a long night full of violence and scares.

Quinn wasn't expecting a sex scene to show up and the moment it did, she immediately became uncomfortable. Thankfully, it passed by quick enough and she was left with more agonizing jump scares. One scene in particular made her grab onto Stanley's hand that was resting on the arm rest.

The movie continued with little touches like that. Sometimes when Quinn stuck her hand inside the bucket of popcorn, Stan's hand would be there too and they would brush up against each other.

Then there were times when Quinn got really scared and hid herself in Stan's shoulder to stop herself from watching the screen. Stanley was more than okay with the times she got scared. He didn't want to seem too forward and comfort her back but he let her continue hiding in his shoulder.

When the movie ended, Quinn bolted out of the theater to finally get air and leaned against the wall, the rest following shortly after.

"S-Scared of a m-movie, Q-Quinn?" Bill teased.

"Not at all. I was just getting a little hot," she lied. The group walked to the front of the theater and Quinn looked out the windows with wide eyes. "Oh, it's dark."

"That a problem?"

"No," Quinn snapped a little too harsh at Richie's taunt. "I think we should head home, Sav."

"About that, mom said I needed to be home at eight and it's already seven fifty-two. Could you walk home?"

"A-Alone? Out there?" Quinn's gaze went from Savannah to the pitch black outside.

"Stan can walk you home," Eddie suggested and nudged his friend. "Right, Stan?"

Stanley's head shot up at the mention of his name. "What?"

"You'll walk Quinn home, right?"

"Uh," Stanley looked at Quinn who seemed nervous about walking home alone. His expression softened. "Yeah, sure."

"Okay, well I had fun guys, but I should go so my mom doesn't rip my head off and feeds it to the dog." Savannah waved goodbye and got in her car and left. Richie, Eddie, and Bill all left together, leaving Stanley and Quinn alone.

"So, did you like the movie?" Stan asked.

"Hell no."

Stanley laughed and Quinn felt her heart beat a little faster when he did. "I take it your not much of a horror fan?"

"I avoid them like the plague." Quinn crossed her arms and continued looking outside, almost as if she was looking for any supernatural creature or serial killer hidden behind street lamps or alleyways.

"Where do you live?"

"The culdesac off Baker Street," Quinn responded. When they started to walk, she noticed her shoe was untied and told him to wait as she bent down and tied it. "Okay, we can-" Quinn gasped and froze when she felt a hand come in contact with her bottom.

Stanley's eyes widened and his head shot to the culprit. It was some teen who didn't go to their school. Luckily, he was Stan's height so when the Jew grabbed hold of the boy's collar and lift him up, he didn't have to move far. While up in the air, Stanley pinched him in the face and threw him on the ground. Some of the people in the same area witnessed it happen and also saw that when the manager came out, Stan grabbed Quinn's hand and ran outside. They didn't stop running until the theater was out of sight.

Quinn was in shock and confusion by what had just happened and who she had froze instead of beat the boy to a pulp then and there. Maybe when you've defended other girls your whole life, it comes as a shock when it actually happens to you. Quinn was extremely lucky to have had Stanley there beside her in her vulnerable moment and snuck a glance in his direction.

His forehead glistened under the lamp's light because of the sweat from running and he stuck his hands into his pant pockets. He looked down and tried to regain his breath. They walked in silence for a few paces until Quinn finally spoke up. "Thank you."

Stanley looked over at her. He wasn't going to push the subject on her so he let her speak first before asking any further questions. "It was nothing. Are you okay?"

Quinn nodded and frowned. "I should've chopped his dick off and made him eat it right there." Stanley raised and eyebrow and Quinn huffed. "All I've done my life is try to protect other girls from men like that but the second it happens to me I freeze? It's pathetic."

"It's not pathetic. It's just different when it comes to protecting yourself. Instead of an offense attack, it's defense. Two different tactics."

"Then I guess I need more practice on defensive strategies."

They walked through the dark with only the light of the street lamps over their heads. From her left, Quinn heard a bush shake quickly and pounced onto Stanley's side, grabbing onto his arm for dear life. He looked down at her and the second she realized there was no danger, she looked at him. It was only for a second before she jumped back to where she was beside him earlier.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"I-It's fine." He looked down at her and bit his lip. "If you weren't just sexually assaulted, I'd ask to kiss you."

Anger rose in Quinn's body until his full sentence registered in her mind and her face softened. "Y-You would?"

"Yeah. You're pretty and confident and when you jump into me it makes me feel more like a man."

Quinn rolled her eyes with a smile. "I guess I wouldn't mind if you asked."

"Really?" Quinn nodded. "So, can I kiss you?" Quinn nodded again and Stanley bent down and placed his lips on top of hers. Even with the limited knowledge about these encounters didn't stop her from kissing back. Her hands made their way up his neck and while one stayed there, the other trailed up into his hair and twirled it around her finger. Stanley placed his hands on her sides and pulled her in closer so that their hips were touching. He was bold enough to run his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for entrance and she was fine with it, letting him in.

Their little kiss had turned into a make-out session in the middle of the sidewalk until a sound from behind Quinn made her break away and dart her head towards it. It was just a bird flying out from the bush but that didn't stop her heart from pounding fifty miles an hour. Stanley's puffy lips turned up into a smile as he grabbed hold of her hand, reassuring her that it was alright.

"Sorry," Quinn apologized and under his gaze, blushed. He was the only one that had ever made her blush and she didn't know how to act.

"It's fine. Come on, we're almost there." They continued to walk, neither one talking about their shared moment just a few steps ago and fell into a silence before Stanley broke it. "You know, as a man, I don't claim him as part of my gender."

Quinn chuckled. "'As a man,' huh?"

Stanley scoffed in shock. "I am eighteen. Legally I am a man. And I look like one, too." He flexed his muscles.

Quinn let her eyes sweep over his body. "Whatever you say, pretty boy."

"Pretty man," Stan corrected with a smile and Quinn just rolled her eyes.

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Hell and Back- Chapter 14: Fast and Furious (Trial 20)

Word count: 1817

Chapter warnings: Mild language and Dangerous actions

[Please do not replicate any of the behaviors read in this book.]

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"Alright, so Lay's agreed to go next." Suho was talking to the group while Y/N and Chanyeol were in the bathroom. "We'll have Y/N do that next."

"Speaking of Y/N, we've all had one, or both turns. She hasn't done any yet." Kyungsoo said with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, good point, she's skipping out." Kris accused. Shaking his head, the first man amended,

"I didn't mean it like that. Moreso that I'm a little nervous- the challenges keep getting worse, I don't want her stuck doing the worst challenges."

"She'll be fine," Baekhyun said, "Even if she doesn't have a power, the rest of us do."

"You all act like having a power makes you better than me." She said from behind them, causing all of them to spin around in surprise. She and Chanyeol had returned, evidently more quietly than they had expected, as they hadn't even noticed the two walk up.

"Chanyeol, your hair-" Sehun started to say, but Tao was more concerned with Y/N's comment.

"Y/N, no one thinks that. We're just concerned for your safety-"

"Yeah, because you think I'm less safe than you, because I don't have a power. It's not just about abilities, sometimes you have to rely on being smart. Or talented. Don't act like you're special just because you can burn things or pick up rocks with your mind."

"Hypothetically that would make us better." Kris muttered under his breath, earning him an elbow to the side from Lay.

"Ugh, whatever, let's just do the next challenge."

"But-" Suho started.

"Who's next?" She interrupted him, unwilling to talk about it anymore. She hadn't even given them a chance to ask Chanyeol about his hair- they'd probably figure it out.

"Um, me." Lay said, raising a hand slightly.

"What happened to having Luhan do it?"

"His telekinesis is the limited power, so we figured it's better if, you know... someone with..."

"Someone with powers did the challenge." She finished for him, still irritated. "Whatever, that's fine." She pressed his name, noting that it grayed out as soon as she did so. Now that she thought about it, Kai and Baekhyun's had been grayed out as well. Maybe the app knew when each person had taken their max number of turns. The trial loaded up, offering a new task for them to complete.

"Drive 100mph on the freeway," she read out, "With everyone in the car." Continuing, she looked at the italicized text. "You must drive one hundred miles per hour, at least, on a major road (e.g. a road with a speed limit 65 or above and at least two lanes) for at least 120 seconds. If your speed drops below one hundred, your time will reset."

"Shit." Lay breathed in. "That's pretty wild."

"What does it matter? You have a license, you know how to drive." Chen pointed out.

"Yeah, wait, didn't Jackie Chan teach you to drive?" Baekhyun laughed to himself, finding it hilarious.

"That's not what I'm worried about." Lay snapped. "I just don't want to get ticketed. We're not allowed to tell the police about the trials, or else we're disqualified. And I'm not really interested in finding out exactly what the catch 'failure' means."

"Most tickets are done by camera now, anyway." Xiumin reassured him.

"And we're in Kris's car, so he'll get the ticket."

"Oh hell no, I can't afford another ticket!" Kris groaned. "Go get your own car!"

"We're wasting time if we do that," Baekhyun pointed out in a fake-nice tone. "It's easier since we just have yours."

"We also can't all fit, though," Suho pointed out. "If we did happen to get stopped, we'd be in trouble, in more ways than one. Wouldn't getting arrested also breach the trial rules?"

"At this point, we might as well just risk it." Sehun said. "That's why they're trials, right? They're not gonna be easy. The faster we get through this, the faster we can move on. Plus, it's only two minutes. How hard could it be?"

Before they knew it, everyone was piled haphazardly into a continuously complaining Kris's car, Lay at the wheel adjusting the seat and the mirrors. Kris kept whining about this, but everyone basically ignored him. Everyone who was able buckled, sometimes two or three per belt. It wasn't exactly the most effective, but it was the best they could do. As Y/N moved to take a seat, she realized that it was basically full.

"You can have my seat." Kai muttered, moving to get out of the car.

"And where are you gonna sit, on top of me? You'll crush me." She hissed.

"Oh... right." Awkwardly moving the belt, he said, "Just sit on my lap, it's only for a few minutes." She looked past him into the other seats, but her options weren't exactly fantastic. She could sit on the floor, and break her neck if they crashed, and out of the boys in the middle seat, he was the biggest. Finally, she relented, wiggling her way into the car as he shut the door behind her. The belt was just long enough to buckle the both of them into the same seat, pressing her downwards and constricting her breathing slightly.

"Sorry." He mumbled again as Lay started up the car, pulling out to make his way towards the freeway. Breathing in deeply, Lay looked in the rearview mirror.

"Alright, I guess we're doing this. Who's gonna keep time on the drive?"

"I have it on the app." Y/N said. "I'll let you know when you're done." They drove down the street, boys whispering under their breath to each other. She briefly heard Kyungsoo once again trying to reassure Luhan about the trials. She was continually growing more and more worried about his adverse reactions to the trials. Of course, they weren't fun for any of them, but he seemed particularly unsettled.

Suho calmly directed him as they made their way onto the interstate. He obviously hadn't driven in a hot minute, as it wasn't really integral to their daily activities. Honestly, Kris mostly drove, just because he preferred it. Still, that wasn't the trial, so it wasn't an option. He directed the driver to the left lane, explaining the plan.

"It's the afternoon, so thankfully their direction shouldn't be backed up at all. Going out of the city will be crowded, but hopefully the trail will be done long before we turn around or end up on the other side of the city. Get up to 100 as fast as you can, there's no reason to sit at 80 or 90. Make sure you're safe above anything. We can have multiple shots at this."

"Of course you would say that." Kris mumbled.

"The road's clear, get started." Suho directed, leading Lay to slam his foot on the gas pedal. Lurching forward a bit, she tried to keep from looking out the window, simply staring at her screen and waiting for the timer to start. As soon as it did, she swallowed, notifying them,

"Count is going, maintain at least this speed." The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly, Kai bringing his chin up over her shoulder to try and see the phone. As they continued at the rate they were driving, Sehun shouted something about the RPM meter that she was too stressed to comprehend. Watching the timer, they passed the thirty second mark, the car began vibrating slightly more violently than usual. As Kris had expensive taste, they weren't worried about the car being able to handle it, but generally if you don't run a car at those speeds consistently, it can be a little stiff. Even so, Kris seemed less concerned about the car breaking, and more concerned that Lay was the first one to be able to drive it so fast.

As they approached one minute, she was starting to calm down, almost forgetting what was going on. They were still progressing far slower than she could have ever imagined seconds to be, but they were progressing nonetheless. That was, until he slammed on the brakes. The car lurched forward, causing Y/N to hit her head on the back of the seat, kai quickly trying to maneuver to make sure she was okay. She watched as the time paused, then clicked back down to zero.

"What the hell, man?" Kyungsoo growled.

"I'm sorry! There's someone in front of me! I can't-"

"Start again." He demanded. "And this time don't stop. We don't have leeway to deal with this." As the car in front of Lay pulled into the right lane, (too little too late), he was given the room he needed to start again. The timer started again - Thirty seconds came first. The shaking was less severe this time, serving her hypothesis on the car's workings. They passed one minute. One twenty. When they were about to reach a minute and a half, Lay began to make stuttering noises once again.

"Uh, there's- two car's, I have to stop, I-"

"Don't stop." Kyungsoo demanded from the back seat.

"I don't have a choice! I can't rear end a-" Leaning over into the front, Baekhyun grabbed the wheel with one hand, jerking it to the left. The tires spilled over the edge onto the shoulder, crossing over the rumble strips and vibrating the entire vehicle. If not for Lay's quick adverse reaction, they would have smashed into the concrete wall. Missing the other car by mere inches to the right, they managed to pass, barely maintaining their hundred-mile speed.

"What the fuck?!" Lay screamed, the whole car unsettled by the occurrence, Y/N practically covering her eyes aside from glancing down at the timer.

"Two minutes!" She shouted suddenly. "That's two minutes! You can-" She hadn't even finished her sentence before Lay slammed on the brakes, pulling off into the shoulder, intentionally this time. As he pressed on the brakes once more, Kai anticipated her falling forward this time, grabbing her by the waist to make sure she didn't slide and hit her head. As soon as they had slowed to a stop, he put the vehicle in park, leaning back and breathing out heavily.

"What is wrong with you?!" He asked Baekhyun in a loud shout. "That was fucked up!"

"But we won!" He said with a smile, pointing at Y/N's phone.

"We could have died!"

"But we didn't!"

"But we could have."

"You could have healed us."

"Not if I were dead."

"Okay, then Tao could have reversed time."

"Not if he were DEAD-"

"Look, we're fine," Baekhyun held his hands up. "That's all that matters. Let's just keep moving and not think about this too much! Now you don't have any more personal challenges." Breathing in deeply, sweating slightly, Lay looked over.

"Kris, you're driving us home."

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