#i’d spend the whole lesson staring at him

[pandoraslxna]

ohh my!! \(°o°:)/ I loved "sharing is caring"! , I was wondering if u could do more spider smut, please!!(no rush tho! <3)

The Na‘vi way

adult Spider x female recom reader

Words: 2.7k

Summary: To walk, eat, talk and even think like a Na‘vi, that was one thing. But to dress like one? That was a whole new level of commitment just to get this job done.

Warnings: explicit smut, just a small size difference, oral (f receiving), masturbating, fingering, praise kink, teasing, sexual tension, semi-public, hair pulling, tail pulling, Spider is a smug little bastard

Notes: I just realized that I completely forgot about Spiders mask so let’s just pretend he can breathe just fine without it… 🤦🏻‍♀️ Anyways, as you can see I‘m still not that confident in my ability to write for Spider and it somehow feels like he’s not as characteristically accurate as Id like him to be, but I still hope you guys will enjoy this! Let me know what you think pls I’d love to improve my spidey writing skills lmao 🥴

"This is ridiculous…", you mumbled as you peered down on yourself.

To walk, eat, talk and even think like a Na‘vi, that was one thing. To be fair, it was an easier said than done task for your squad. But to dress like one? This was a whole new level of commitment just to get this job done!

Spider thought it was amusing, watching the recoms get used to wearing loincloths and such, all in order to put themselves into their enemies position. That was, until it was your turn to get dressed. Or, well, get undressed.

Spider couldn’t help but stare at you for a good while, now wearing a loincloth and also a skimpy woven top that barely covered more than a few inches of skin. You were seemingly having a hard time getting comfortable with your new clothes, as you were trying your absolute most to hide yourself with your arms crossed over your chest.

He was used to seeing omatikaya women in less coverings than that, but still. There was just something about you showing that much amount of bare skin that had him feeling a little dizzy.

Snapping out of his thoughts before you could even realize that he was ogling at you, Spider cleared his throat, "It’s not ridiculous. Now you actually look like true Na‘vi."

"Lookin' good, buttercup", comes from beside you both, with a snickering laugh that made your cheeks light up bright red. "Fuck off, Wainfleet", you grumbled, "Let’s just get this over with…"

The idea was, to spend an entire day learning how to hunt, with nothing more than a bow and arrows, while also being dressed like a bunch of wannabe Na‘vi. Truth be told, Spider didn’t know if that would actually help them dealing with Jake, but it wasn’t like he was ever planning on actually helping them and betray his (more or less) adoptive family. After all, he was nothing more than a prisoner of war and maybe that was his payback for the way they had treated him so far. Couldn’t hurt to make a little fun out of a group of recoms that had no idea what they were even doing out here, right?

For someone who wasn’t even used to handling guns and such, you did pretty well with a bow.

As far as Quaritch had introduced his squad to him, Spider knew that you were some sort of combat medic, usually just jumping around to treat injuries and make sure nobody dies under your watch. You worked with the military, but you weren’t a soldier. You were also around an head or two smaller than the other woman, Zdinarsk or whatever her name was, which was a nice change, because for once Spider didn’t need to crane his neck entirely to talk to someone. You were pretty much eye level with him, in more than just one way. Compared to the others, you were friendly and kind, and at least you tried to be thoughtful of the environment out here.

When the eclipse neared, the recoms began to set up a small camp in the forest to rest for the night, finally done with todays 'lessons'. There was a river gurgling by and when the Colonel gave permission, you separated from the others to get washed up and redress.

"Oh, no. No. That’s not happening", Spider shakes his head at Lyle who was currently about to set up a small campfire. "What now, pinky?", the recom barks at him, haltering all movements to look at the human with painted on stripes.

"No fire in the forest, bro. That’s an unspoken rule. You’re gonna get us killed if—", Spider tried to warn him, but was cut off short, by the sound of someone calling his name in the distance. Turning to it’s direction and then back to Weinfleet, he points a warning finger at him and says, "no fire", before he’s off to whom had called him.

A little further away, down at the river, he finds you. Your brows are furrowed in what seems to be concentration and frustration at the same time. As he steps closer, he spots the source of your distress.

"Spider, oh thank god. Could you help me with this, please", you grumble, your hands busy fumbling with the tangled cords of your loincloth. "I can’t get this shit off…" The blonde can’t help but laugh when you groan in frustration.

"You have to untie it like this. No, no like—", he tries to verbally guide you, but you seemingly make things worse with the way you impatiently pull at each tiny knot, the strings now tangled between your legs and over your hips. It’s a mess.

"Here, let me help you", Spider then sighs and lowers himself onto one knee before you.

Normally, the woven cords that hold the cloth covering your crotch in place are supposed to be wrapped around your tail. Thanks to whatever you did, or tried to do here, they were now wrapped and tangled around one of your thighs.

"Open your legs a little", he tells you and you do as your told, making room so he could untangle you from this mess. One of his hands is firm on your thigh and you try to ignore the warmth of his palm and the way he unintentionally squeezes the soft of you flesh, while his other hand flips your loincloth up. "Hold this", Spider doesn’t wait for you to respond, already shoving the piece of fabric into your hands to hold it up and out of the way.

He’s entirely too close like this, you think.

You could feel his breath fan over your skin, his thumb on the inside of your thigh, while his other hand reached back and forth between your legs, slowly untangling you.

You had to admit, it’s been a while since the last time someone came this close to you, which made the whole situation so much… worse. Adverting your gaze from the man crouching in front of you, you tried to think of anything else than his hands so incredibly close to your private parts and the way it made you feel so on edge, that you had to concentrate on your breathing.

Meanwhile, Spider attempted to find something to focus on other than the textured rope holding the two halves of your loincloth together. It rode low. Pinching the flesh over your hipbones, like it was squeezing, teasing. There was also his hand, both of them entirely too close to your—

Glancing up, he found your eyebrows scrunched together as if you were concentrating very hard. You looked up at the sky and your chest raised and fell in deep breaths, seemingly trying to calm yourself.

You couldn’t have been more obvious if you tried.

With a hand still firm on your thigh, Spider gently squeezes the soft flesh to test the waters. A smug grin spreads on his face when you don’t immediately tell him to stop, your eyes still glued to anywhere but him. He knows it’s risky, knows it’s probably not the best idea, but he can’t help himself. His hand moves a little higher, until his thumb is barely an inch away from the thin cloth covering your sex. He traces the outline of your cunt, just a teasing touch that, if your senses weren’t on high alert already, you wouldn’t even have noticed.

A small gasp escapes you, when he adds a little more pressure on his thumb, but you still don’t tell him to stop. You only shift your stance slightly, your hands still holding the front of your loincloth in a tight grip. A task for which you were grateful for, otherwise you wouldn’t even know what to do with your hands.

Spider gently brushes his digit over the thin covering between your legs, feeling the delicate outline of your clit, until a small wet patch formed right there. A mouth watering sight. He watches intensely, how you let your head fall back, how you squeeze your eyes shut and a deep blush spreads on your blue cheeks that made them look a little purplish. He had to admit, you were adorable like this.

Dutiful to his task, he then pulls his hand away in order to untie the final string, and your loincloth slowly falls off of you.

"There, all done", the blonde says softly, smiling up at you. A beat passes in silence, with just the two of you looking at each other, and Spiders hands still firm on your thigh. Your lips are parted slightly, as if you were trying to say something, but your voice was nowhere to be found. His thumb rubs gentle circles over the soft blue skin of your inner thigh, and you exhale a shaky breath. The blush on your cheeks deepens, when his gaze falls to the glistening folds of your cunt, right in front of his face, and then back up at you.

"Can I?", he asks, to which you nod and whisper a breathless, "please."

It’s all he needs to hear to return his hand between your thighs, index finger swiping through your folds to locate your clit. His fingertip circles the tiny nub gently, while he pays close attention to the buckle of your knees when he touches it just right. Arousal begins to heat up your blood as he slides his digits from your clit to your entrance. Your breath hitches.

"You’re so wet", Spider murmurs, grinning, "Did you enjoy walking around like that today?"

"Shut up…", you whisper, although it sounds more like a whimper to him. With a chuckle, he continues his teasing touches, running a hand up and down your thigh while the other smears your slick back and forth.

His fingertips are featherlight as they tease the little nub of pleasure, drawing circles around it before he slides them back and dips them into you– just an inch, and your legs tremble. There’s a sound coming from deep within your chest as he repeats the same motion again, and it almost sounds like—

"Are you purring?", Spider snickers, "Fuck, that’s so cute." Before you can talk back however, his face inches closer and then his tongue darts out to give a kitten lick to your clit. Instantly, your hands fist into his locks to anchor yourself. A breathless moan slips past your lips once he flattens his tongue against you, groaning at the taste.

"Spider, the– the others…", you swallow thickly, trying to collect your rapid breathing, "they’re going to hear!"

"Hmh", he hums in agreement, glancing up to give you a teasing wink. "Guess you‘ll have to be more quiet then."

His mouth his back on you in a heartbeat, lips closing around your clit and then he sucks and your eyes flutter close in bliss. You have to bite down on your bottom lip, hard, in order to stay quiet, but it only gets worse when he finally inserts a finger into you.

"Oh, holy shit", you moan, quickly clasping a hand over your mouth.

Then, he wriggles a second finger in beside the first one, and starts to ease them out together, then back in, a slow, slick push. You squirm, high pitched moans falling from your lips, muffled against your palm, and then a choked and breathless noise as Spider settles into a slow rhythm, pushing in deep and curving to brush something inside you that has you clenching greedily around the digits.

Meanwhile his tongue continues to lap at your clit, rolling it over every inch of the wet, warm muscle before closing his lips around it again. He sucks, kisses and slurps and it’s so obscene, you can barely look.

It feels so good every time he curves his fingers into you, hooking and pressing at that special spot, that you don’t even realize how hard you had been pulling on his hair. But Spider doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he’s groaning into you like he enjoys this more than you do.

Your mind felt fuzzy, clouded with the squelching sounds he expertly worked out of your pussy until you were gasping and panting for air.

"S-Spider I‘m– wait, I‘m close, I’m gonna come", you half whisper, half whine, tugging his hair to make him stop for a second to look up at you.

His pupils are almost completely blown as his gaze meets yours, the bottom half of his face glistening in your slick and that smug little bastard has the nerve to smirk like a cat that got the cream.

"And?", he raises a brow, almost making a show out of licking his lips clean.

"You didn’t, I mean… you still haven’t–"

"That’s why you’re making me stop?", he chuckles like he can’t believe it, but then his eyes flash like an idea pops up in his mind.

The hand that had been resting on your thigh moves, slides down your leg before it finds the waistband of his own loincloth. With half lidded eyes you watch him pull his cock out, hard and leaking pre-cum in rich droplets that ooze from the slit of his tip, and you catch yourself swallowing at the sight.

Spiders hand closes tight around his shaft, giving himself a slow tug that makes him moan softly, and then his mouth is back on you. He’s stroking himself now, to the rhythm of his fingers that are pumping in and out of you. The low groans coming from him vibrates against your clit and you throw your head back at the pleasurable feeling.

He’s incredibly skilled with his mouth, you realize, aiming just right with the pointy tip of his tongue as he swipes over your clit in fast, tight circles. With the way he simultaneously scissors you open, it’s no surprise how quickly he can get you close again.

"F-Fuck, oh fucking hell", you moan in a whisper, "So good, feels so good! Oh– my god!"

Spiders cock throbs in his fist at the sound of your praise and he strokes himself faster, harder, teasing the slit with his thumb, imagining it’s your tongue instead. His eyes are shut and his brows are knit together in concentration as he makes out with your clit, feeling it twitch on his tongue and your walls spams around his digits.

He’s full on groaning, grinding his face between your thighs as he feels his own orgasm approach, he just needs a little more, just—

"C’mon, pretty. Come for me", he muffles almost desperately against you, fingers curling against your sweet spot at just the right angle and then you tug on his hair to get his lips back to your clit and that’s all it takes. With a hand clasped tight over your mouth to muffle your screams of pleasure, coming undone on his tongue, clamping down on his fingers and sending him clean over the edge with you.

Hips raising and pushing up into his fist, Spider comes with a choked off groan, sucking on your clit so hard it felt like you were going to collapse if he didn’t let up anytime soon.

"O-Okay, okay, fuck– Spider, s-stop", you half giggle, half moan, before he finally withdraws from between your thighs with a last kiss that makes your hips buck into it.

"Holy shit, where did you learn that?", you laugh breathlessly, genuinely impressed, as you watch him rearrange his loincloth and straighten back up.

But Spider just shrugs sheepishly and grins, "Well… it’s hard being the only one of the very few humans in the village. I had to find some way to impress, you know?"

"Hmh, I see", you giggle, nodding along. There’s a moment of comfortable silence that follows, and as you bend down to pick up your clothes. But then a warm hand settles on your hips.

A smiles tugs on your lips.

"I could show you what else I’ve learned", Spider murmurs, tilting his head to meet your eyes over your shoulder. You glance back at him, watching as he steps closer until his crotch makes contact with the curve of your ass. "Could show you the real Na’vi way." He smirks, then adds, "If you want."

His fingertips trace the arch of your spine until he reaches the base of your tail, where he closes his hand around it and tugs, firm but gentle. But it’s enough to send a full on body shiver through you, and your eyes widen in surprise as you feel a familiar tingle between your thighs.

Well. That’s new.

#tw: aged up #Avatar #atwow #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #Spider #spider x reader smut #miles socorro x reader #miles spider socorro #miles soccoro #miles socorro #neteyam #spider miles socorro #spider x reader #spider x y/n #Lo’ak #avatar spider x reader #avatar spider #Avatar Miles Spider #jack champion

[darlingvernon]

always been you [M] | yoon jeonghan.

Author: darlingvernon

Pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem reader

Genre: royalty au, arranged marriage au, smut

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Word Count: 10,521

Summary: you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love but jeonghan just had to go ahead and ruin everything

Author’s Note: this is my piece for the @svthub collab: Pink Eros. i’d written it differently to the way i usually write due to the concept and i'm sorry it's so long lol. please make sure you check out the other works in the collab and support my fellow writers as well! please let me know your thoughts and i hope you guys enjoy!

You were six years old when the Duke, your father, told you that you were engaged to the Crown Prince.

Back then, you had no idea what it all meant. But, being the obedient daughter that you were, the words ‘Yes, Father’ came out of your own mouth with no hesitation. That was when your whole life changed.

Almost immediately, your etiquette, history and dancing lessons increased, especially when compared to your older brother Joshua who was also taking advanced lessons as heir to the Kidrey Duchy. On top of that, you also had to learn various other subjects that would shape you to be the Crown Princess and future Empress, the Empire required.  

Gone were the days when you sat back and enjoyed being a regular noble six year old and you didn’t even have the time to say goodbye.

A year later, you met Jeonghan.

On your seventh birthday, you and the Duke went on a week-long journey to Lombardi, the Capital of the Attacca Empire. As soon as you arrived, your presence was summoned by the Emperor, who had wished to greet his future daughter-in-law himself.

Your eyes were glued to the floor as you stood beside your father in front of the Emperor. To others, it would’ve seemed that you were greatly intimidated by the presence of His Majesty, which was true to some degree, since you were busy trying to remember whether you should bow, curtsey or do a mixture of both. 

However, to the boy who sat next to His Majesty, it appeared that you were far more interested in the tiles that adorned the Great Hall than him. Speaking from experience, the other girls usually stared at him and giggled to themselves, mumbling about how good looking he was. The fact that you were acting differently had his curiosity piqued.

“Lady _____, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” His Majesty greeted and you managed to finally look up at him, thanks to your father’s reassuring hand that was on your back. “Blessings to you on your birthday. As a gift, I’d like to present my son, Crown Prince Jeonghan, who’ll be your playmate and fiancé.”

You finally noticed the boy who was sitting next to the Emperor when he stood. Despite being the same age as you, he was much taller. His jet black hair made his porcelain skin stand out and his clothing made his build deceivingly lean.

When your eyes met, there were no sparks, no butterflies fluttering in your belly like in the novels your nanny used to read to you. Though there was fire in his eyes as he continued to stare, you continued to feel nothing. 

That same day, you decided that you would never fall in love with Jeonghan.

Since the Kidrey Duchy was a fair distance away from Lombardi, it was decided by His Majesty that Jeonghan would spend every summer at the Duchy, so that you were both able to fulfill your duties as playmates. Every summer, the only times you ever saw each other were during his arrival and during meal times. Even then, words were barely exchanged between you. Jeonghan spent most of his stay studying and sparring with Joshua and if people didn’t know any better, they would have thought that your brother was His Highness’ playmate instead.

Summer after summer passed by with no incidents and no changes to your relationship, until you turned fifteen and were making preparations to debut into high society. 

It was your typical afternoon, nose buried in a book in the library when Tia, your personal maid, came and informed you that Jeonghan had invited you for some tea in the garden. With no good excuse to turn him down, you made your way to join him.

As you walked, you wondered what possessed the Crown Prince to invite you to tea but came to no conclusion. You thought the whole thing was rather strange, especially when he dismissed the guards and maids as soon as they poured your tea.

“Thank you for joining me, _____,” Jeonghan spoke first and the lack of formality took you by surprise, delaying your answer.

“Thank you for inviting me, Your Highness,” you replied after composing yourself.

Jeonghan grimaced, “Please just call me Jeonghan.”

“Your Highness, I could never—” 

“At least, while we’re in private. Please,” Jeonghan requested, firmly.

You sat back and took the time to consider his request. Based on the look of determination on his face, it didn’t seem like he would have changed his mind. “I can do that,” you acquiesced, and decided to drop the formality altogether. “So, Jeonghan. Is there a reason we’re having tea at the moment? We haven’t really spoken to each other at all, ever.”

To his credit, Jeonghan didn’t bat an eye. “Father has requested that I escort you to the debutante ball,” he revealed.

With a sigh, you reached for your cup and brought it to your lips. After taking a sip, you realised it was chamomile tea, your favourite. Was this pure coincidence or did he happen to know? 

“Of course, he did,” you replied eventually. “I suppose that I don’t have a choice in the matter?”

“I’m afraid not,” Jeonghan answered and you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed. “Did you have somebody else in mind?”

“Only my brother,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want any unwanted attention or any targets on my back, which is now no longer the case. I didn’t think His Majesty wanted our engagement to be known yet?”

Jeonghan grabbed his fork and stabbed the opera cake in front of him, taking a small piece to taste. “That would be correct,” he confirmed. “The gesture won’t be revealing our engagement or placing a target on your back. You are the only daughter from the Heads of the Founding Families, it’s only right that I escort you.”

You couldn’t argue with that fact. It wasn’t unheard of from any Empire for the Crown Prince to escort a daughter from a Ducal Family. As you thought about the debutante ball, another problem reared its ugly head. “Jeonghan, you leave tomorrow,” you pointed out.

“I do.”

“How long have you known that you were going to be my partner?”

From the look on Jeonghan’s face, he expected this. “Before I left Lombardi,” he answered nonchalantly.

To say you were irritated was an understatement, but due to the fact that you were in front of the Crown Prince, you had no choice but to keep your composure. “But, you only told me today?” You laughed, humourlessly. “For what purpose—”

“I just felt like it.” Jeonghan shrugged and a smirk plastered itself on his beautifully annoying face.

Would you have been hung for treason for socking him right in the mouth even though he was your future husband?

Jeonghan could have sat there and watched you grow indignant all day. It far was better than the usual emotionless face you showed him every day. He knew you would make him pay for it later but he didn’t know how else to approach the fact that neither of you had spoken properly in all those years you had known each other and it was starting to frustrate him.

Negative thoughts and insecurities festered in his head since the day you met and nothing had satisfied his growing curiosity. He was running out of options and he wanted to at least try and get to know you before your impending nuptials. Resigned to the fact that he had to marry somebody who wasn’t of his own choosing, he’d be damned if he had to marry somebody who was a complete stranger to him.

It was impossible to run the Empire efficiently in that sense, let alone growing old together and spending the rest of your lives together.

“I didn’t mean to displease you,” Jeonghan said, and it finally got you out of your head. “Forgive me, I was only trying to knock down two birds with one stone.”

The revelation surprised you once more and you weren’t sure how many more you could have taken that day. “What was the other issue that you were concerned about?” you queried.

Jeonghan leant forward and placed both arms on the table. “We don’t converse with each other much” —he raised a brow when you were about to question him— “or at all for that matter and that is a problem. For our future and for the Empire.”

Whatever retort you had in mind came up short and you gestured for him to continue.

“We can correspond through letters,” he explained. “You can write to me once you’ve chosen your dress so that I can make sure that we match and after that, you can write about whatever you want. I don’t care if you write about every mundane thing you do. You can even write to me all the swear words and curses currently circling in your head.”

The giggle was out of your lips before you could stop it and in return, you received the view of Jeonghan’s bright smile. “I hope you won’t regret that,” you conceded. He brought up great issues to be considered and admittedly, these concerns were not new to you as they plagued you as well. “However, what are we going to do about the first dance?”

“That’s not a problem,” Jeonghan assured you. “I’ve seen you dance after all.”

“I beg your pardon—”

“Besides” —he interrupted and hoped that you’d forget about his slip— “I’m a Prince. I’ll be able to lead perfectly even if you have two left feet.”

“I do not—”

Jeonghan’s laugh echoed in the gardens and it finally dawned on you that he was just teasing. You forgave him only because he allowed you to stomp on his foot once during the dance.

And that was how your friendship blossomed.

You were eighteen when you broke your promise.

It was rather unusual for Jeonghan to be at the Kidrey Duchy during autumn and more so with such a sombre expression on his face as he stood next to you, especially after the way you both grew increasingly close to each other. But, it didn’t compare to how you looked and felt beside him. 

It had only been a week since he heard the news of the Duke and Duchess’ passing and he had arrived as soon as possible. So, your hollowed eyes and sunken cheeks were a devastating shock to him. Even your brother fell to his knees and shed tears next to you as they lowered the caskets into the graves but you continued to remain stoic, showing your strength which allowed your brother a moment of weakness.

Jeonghan almost believed that you were coping rather well, but his fears were soon realised when he saw how your hand trembled as you picked up the shovel, dirt spilling from the way you shook and barely made it to the grave. As he waited for you to stand next to him once more, he tried to think of a way that he could have eased your pain.

Once Joshua gathered himself, Jeonghan took his chance and offered you his hand. A look of confusion flashed on your face and when you turned to look at your brother, he nodded in consent. Jeonghan pleaded with you until you finally took his hand and allowed him to lead you away. 

You weren’t sure where he was taking you but it seemed to be the left annex of the manor where he usually stayed during his visits. Without question, you followed him until he led you into the drawing room and pulled you in with him.

“Seungcheol and Mingyu, stay out here and stand at least ten metres from this door,” Jeonghan instructed. “You do not hear whatever sound will come from this room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” The guards bowed and obeyed his directions. 

Jeonghan then led you into the centre of the room and you searched his face for an explanation. He took your hands into his, rubbed his thumb across your skin in a soothing manner and said, “I can’t even begin to understand the pain that you’re going through, but it’s just you and me in this room. It’s just you and me in this building. So, go ahead and release the grief that you’re keeping at bay. No one here will think of you as weak. Cry. Scream. Hit me if it helps. Just… don’t keep it inside you like this.”

At a loss for words, all you did was gaze at your joined hands.

“If it helps, I won’t even look at you,” he implored and closed his eyes. “I can even turn around,” he declared and did as he said. When he still couldn’t feel any movement from you, he grew even more desperate. “Look, I’ll leave. I’ll stand with the guards and let you be if you don’t want to appear weak in front of me. I’ll be on my way.”

Jeonghan barely took a step before you grabbed his wrist with both of your hands like your life depended on it. “Don’t you dare look at me,” you begged, voice filled with agony as tears spilled from the corner of your eyes. There was no stopping now that your grief had breached the surface and you hung tighter onto him as your legs gave way. 

“It’s a promise,” he assured you, clutching your hands with his free hand. 

“Don’t even bother trying to hear me!” you cried hysterically. Jeonghan repeatedly reassured you as your screams echoed through the room.

He didn’t know how much time had passed but eventually you finally stopped crying. When he turned to face you, his heart broke to see you filled with so much anguish. Jeonghan swore then that he would never allow anything to hurt you like this ever again.

“Jeonghan, I’m tired,” you croaked out. “I want to retire to my room, but I can’t seem to move.”

“Forgive me,” he bowed and gathered you into his arms. “I will take you back.”

“I don’t want anyone to see,” you whined like a child, but that was the least of your worries. You didn’t want to appear weak, especially in front of your brother who needed you the most.

“I understand,” Jeonghan nodded and called for his guards. He instructed them to clear the path and asked them to make sure that your brother would be otherwise preoccupied. “I have handled it. All you need to do is close your eyes and hold on to me.”

Far too tired to argue or come up with a retort, you permitted him to accompany you back to your quarters and thanked him for his efforts. 

As the days passed, Jeonghan continued to look after you and in no time at all, the air between you had changed once more. Certainly on your end. Conversations flowed freely, even in person and the fluttering butterflies and sparks that had been lacking previously, suddenly appeared.

It was then that you realised that you had fallen in love with Jeonghan. 

At first, you tried to deny it. There was no way your feelings had changed so suddenly. But, had it really been that sudden? It was a fact that you started to see him differently once you started to exchange letters, finding him far more interesting after you took the time to get to know him, and since actions spoke louder than words, it should have been no surprise that he eventually carved his presence into your heart.

After you became aware of your feelings, there was no escaping Jeonghan. His presence plagued you day and night, especially since he decided to stay another month to help prepare for Joshua’s succession to the Dukedom. It was starting to drive you mad, keeping your feelings to yourself, so you made the decision to let Jeonghan know how you felt about him.

That was, until you found out how he felt about you first.

It was the day before Joshua’s succession ceremony and you were on your way to see your brother in his office when you overheard their conversation from outside the door.

“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.

“Have you grown fond of her?” your brother asked and you knew what he meant by his question. With bated breath and heart beating hard in your chest, you leaned closer to the door to hear Jeonghan’s answer.

“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed and continued to speak some more but you could no longer hear what else he was saying. All you heard and felt was your heart shattering into pieces and you couldn’t stand to be there anymore, running all the way back to your room as tears streamed down your face. 

You were such a fool for falling in love with him when it wasn’t love that intertwined him with you. Once you were all cried out, you cast your love for him out of your heart and left it hollow as you pieced its parts back together.

That day, you swore that Jeonghan would never be in your heart ever again.

Jeonghan is no fool.

As Crown Prince, he’s knowledgeable when it comes to all important matters concerning the Empire. But, when it concerns the matters of the heart, it seems that he still has a lot to learn.

This is blatantly obvious when it concerns you.

Jeonghan knows that something has changed in his relationship with you, especially if your one sentence replies to his letters are anything to go by. He could write anything between a page to ten pages long about various subjects, but your reply is always the same.

Everything is going well, Crown Prince Jeonghan.

Based on that sentence alone, Jeonghan comes to two conclusions:

You are a terrible liar

Something is definitely amiss

He sits back on his desk, mountains of paperwork long forgotten as he rubs his temple in frustration. The dread and worry within him continues to grow, not just because of the impending engagement announcement scheduled in a couple of days but more so because of his feelings for you.

Sighing, Jeonghan tries to recall when your attitude and behaviour towards him began to change, deducing that it was the day before your brother Joshua inherited the Dukedom and after the conversation Jeonghan had with him.

“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.

“Have you grown fond of her?” Joshua asked, seriously this time. 

“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed.

“And is it still just duty that binds you to her?” 

“You’re insufferable and I would’ve hung you if you weren’t my friend,” Jeonghan replied playfully. “Fine, I admit it. I have grown rather fond of her. It’s not like I could help it. She…”

Suddenly, a memory of the faint smell of your perfume from right outside Joshua’s office comes to the forefront of his mind and everything starts to become clear.

You overheard him.

There is no other explanation that comes close to this. Though he’s found the catalyst for the change, Jeonghan still doesn’t understand why you’re reacting the way that you are. Is it because you only heard part of the conversation and had been upset about it? Or is it because you heard everything he had to say and decided to distance yourself since you didn’t return his feelings?

Whatever the case is, though he hopes it isn’t the latter, he has no time to sit around fiddling his thumbs and wallowing in sorrow. With so little time left before the engagement announcement, Jeonghan needs to make amends and work things through with you, before your relationship becomes broken beyond repair.

With that in mind, he summons his butler and organises some gifts to be sent to the Lombardi Estate where you’re currently staying, even though he knows it will be futile since you are someone who is not so easily swayed by such gestures. But, he hopes to at least get a different reaction than the one you’ve been giving him, preferring your anger over your indifference.

Jeonghan isn’t surprised to see the gifts returned back to the Palace a few hours later. However, he is surprised to see Duke Joshua waiting there for him.

“Did _____ send you to have a word with me?” Jeonghan sighs as he pours a drink for the both of them in the drawing room.

“No, though she did say that she doesn’t require this grand gesture and assured that she’ll be performing her duty well,” Joshua snickers before quickly settling down when Jeonghan narrows his eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m here with a solution.”

“Admittedly, I’m willing to try anything at this point,” Jeonghan grumbles.

“Take her out to the Valentine's Festival tomorrow.”

“Will that really work?”

Joshua shrugs, “You know what they say, it’s a magical time and Eros always blesses the celebrants with love.”

Jeonghan doubts his chances. “I don’t know if that’s possible for either of us.”

“What have you got to lose?” Joshua challenges, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “I know my sister. Take her to the Festival and it’ll all work out.”

During breakfast the next day, your brother Joshua drops a letter beside you before he excuses himself from the Dining Hall. The Red Imperial Seal on it lets you know that it’s a letter from Jeonghan. Every fibre of your being wants to ignore it and rip it into shreds but you can’t seem to do it. 

With only a day left before your engagement announcement at the Imperial Banquet, it could contain something important, so you open it reluctantly.

Dearest _____,

I would be honoured if you would accompany me tonight to experience what the Valentine’s Festival has to offer. 

If you are so inclined, I have sent some commoners’ clothing to serve as a disguise and I will be waiting for you at the entrance of your Estate as soon as the sun sets.

Don’t worry, I have permission from the Duke.

Yours, Jeonghan.

With a sigh, you place the letter back on the table and reach for your cup of tea. Placing it on your lips, you take a sip and let the disappointment of the peppermint set in. You haven’t been able to drink chamomile for awhile now as it reminds you of bitter memories with Jeonghan.

As you lower the cup back on the table, you try to come up with a dozen excuses to decline him but find yourself unable to do so. His invitation is far too tempting, especially since you’ve always been curious about the Valentine’s Festival.

The Valentine’s Festival is an annual celebration held for Eros, the God of love, and is one of the most popular and grand events in the Attaca Empire.

Streets in the Capital are lined up with various stalls filled with food, jewellery and other merchandise, and the inns and boutiques are filled to the brim. There are dancers, magicians, actors and singers on almost every corner of the Square and the city is alive for most of the day and well into night. It’s easily the busiest and most profitable event in the Empire, lasting a whole week and ending with a banquet hosted by the Imperial Family. 

Nobles and Commoners from all over the Empire converge in Lombardi to see what the Festival has to offer and hope to leave with their hearts full; it is a celebration of love after all.

You’ve never felt that there was a point in you partaking in the festivities and celebrating love since you’ve been betrothed to Jeonghan since before you were even born. Duty is the reason you’re bound to spend the rest of your lives together and not the other four letter word everybody else yearns for. Just like he said all those months ago.

Despite all your efforts, you haven’t been able to forget your feelings for him. Every time you read his letters, your affection for him grows and you can never throw them away, no matter how hard you try. And despite your efforts, Jeonghan refuses to give up, not allowing you to stray far away from him.

Why is he doing this? Is this really all just because of his duty? Is there really no way that his heart beats for you like yours does for him?

He confuses you to no end and you don’t know if this is something you can live with as long as you’re with him. You have to know how Jeonghan really feels and in doing so, you hope that your heart will finally be at peace. Grabbing the pen and paper that Tia had prepared, you write your reply and agree to meet him.

“Thank you for meeting me,” Jeonghan greets you once you’re within his reach. 

Dressed in nothing but a pair of black trousers and matching black button down shirt, his top two buttons are undone and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal veins that run from his arm down to his hand. With his hair slicked back, you think it’s rather unfair how dashing he looks in these plain clothes.

Compared to Jeonghan, you’re wearing a red floor length summer dress, short sleeves sitting just below your shoulders and white flowers adorning the whole fabric.

“I honestly didn’t think you’d come,” he says, tearing his gaze away from your exposed collarbone. “Also, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. Honestly, I didn’t think I would come either,” you admit with a small smile. “But, the offer of seeing the Valentine’s Festival is far too tempting. Is it just us two or will there be guards with us?”

Stepping closer, Jeonghan offers to hoist you up on the horse and he’s thankful that you don’t decline him. “The guards will be watching from afar,” he answers as he settles you on the horse. “They won’t come unless I call them so it will be mostly just us. I didn’t want to attract any attention to us so we can enjoy everything freely.”

“Jeonghan, you could be wearing rags and the people will still recognise the Crown Prince,” you scoff. Only a blind person wouldn’t see and know who he is, with his perfect handsome face.

“That won’t be the case,” he assures you as he mounts the same horse and seats himself behind you. Pointing to the ring on his right pinky finger, he explains further, “Jihoon imbued some magic in here that helps disguise my face. Only you can see me as I am.”

“The Royal Mage?”

“That’s him.”

“Do you think he can give me one as well?” you ask as calmly as you can, considering your proximity as Jeonghan starts the horse on a light trot. He’s sitting so close that you can feel his breath against your hair.

Jeonghan slightly tightens his arms around you, on the guise of making sure you don’t fall off, even though he truly just wants to be closer to you. “I’ve already asked him to put some spells on the engagement ring I’ll be giving to you tomorrow,” he answers, slightly flinching at the word engagement as he doesn’t know of your feelings yet. “I can ask him for something else if you wish?”

“No, the ring is fine,” you reply, trying to hide your hurt from feeling him flinch against you. The night is off to a terrible start but you promised that you would try to enjoy yourself at the very least, so you push yourself to move on. “So, what exactly will we be doing at the Festival?”

With a sigh, Jeonghan collects himself. The night is only beginning and he won’t lose hope just yet. “There’s lots of shows and dances for us to see along with the fireworks,” he reveals. Smiling, he adds, “We’ll also do lots of eating of course.”

You can’t help but laugh then and if you turn your head slightly, you would’ve seen the relief on Jeonghan’s face. “Well, now you’re speaking my language,” you state, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Let’s get moving then. There’s no time to waste.”

Bending slightly, Jeonghan whispers in your ear, “Yes, dear.”

The term of endearment takes you by surprise and you have to stop yourself from turning to look at him, not wanting to reveal how much it affects you. You need not bother really because Jeonghan clearly sees the way your hands cup your heating cheeks in an attempt to cool them and he has to spend the whole journey to the town square stopping himself from kissing your adorable face.

It isn’t long until you reach the Capital, the trip feeling shorter than you thought due to the conversation freely flowing just like it used to. Laughs and banters were shared and not a hint of awkwardness was found. 

Leaving the horse in an alley, Jeonghan takes you by the hand and leads you around the Festival. Like a seasoned veteran, he takes you around from stall to stall, seeing what the merchants have to offer, before finding you both a seat at the small outdoor theatre where a play is about to begin.

“I didn’t think you’d know your way around,” you mention before taking a bite from the skewer he bought. “Am I correct in saying that you’ve done this before?”

Jeonghan swallows his food and answers, “You’d be correct. I’ve been out and about once or twice before.”

Biting your lip, you decide to test the waters. “Accompanying other ladies, I presume?” you ask.

“You are the first,” Jeonghan clarifies quickly. “I haven’t taken anyone else, nor do I plan to take anybody else but you.”

You accept his answer with a small smile and turn your attention to the commencing performance. 

Try as he might, Jeonghan cannot look away from you even if he wanted to, finding you far more captivating than the play. He watches the way your eyes sparkle and the way your smile grows in wonder, etching it in his memory in the off chance that the misunderstanding between you doesn’t get resolved.

When the play finishes, you applaud and join the audience in a standing ovation, telling Jeonghan how great the play was and all of your thoughts about it. He doesn’t have a single clue what you’re talking about since he saw none of it but he listens intently, smiling at how passionate you are about it.

Suddenly, a group of musicians make their way onto the stage and the previous performers work to remove the wooden crates that were used as seats, turning a portion of the Square onto a dance floor. Not wanting to waste the opportunity he’s been given, Jeonghan bows in front of you and offers his hand.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

“Jeonghan,” you whisper so that the crowd doesn’t hear. “It isn’t that I don’t want to dance with you, but I don’t know how to do this kind of dance.”

“I don’t see that as a problem since I can lead you,” Jeonghan assures you.

Reluctantly, you give him your hand which he gladly accepts. “I believe you said that you hadn’t taken a lady here before,” you state, pout growing as he snickers at your miniature tantrum. “How is it that you know this dance then?”

Holding your right hand tightly with his left hand, he places your other hand on his shoulder and rests his free hand on your lower back. “I learnt through watching,” Jeonghan smirks and gently ushers you closer to him until there’s no space left between your bodies. “Besides, I’m the Crown Prince, I can do anything.”

“Including making a fool out of me, I bet.”

“Sweetheart, that would be impossible,” Jeonghan utters and just as you open your mouth to try and say something, the music starts and he begins to lead you.

The dance seems simple enough so far, starting off with the basic steps of the waltz which you’re thankful for, as Jeonghan’s close proximity continues to distract you. “Why do you do that?” you query, your burning curiosity getting the better of you.

To your chagrin, Jeonghan feigns innocence. “I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest idea what it is you are referring to, my darling.”

“That! It is exactly that! Why do you use every form of endearment and not call me by name?”

“We agreed to only do so in private,” Jeonghan teasingly reminds you. “On top of that, I quite enjoy” —his hands travel to your waist and lifts you into the air— “seeing the way you look so flustered.”

At this revelation, he gets a perfect view of your gaping mouth before he has to lift you in the air again.

“I knew it,” you scoff upon your soft landing, thanks to Jeonghan’s sturdy hands. “Two can play this game, you know.”

“Oh, you think so?” Jeonghan challenges as he signals that another lift is coming.

“I do, my love,” you reply coyly just as he lifts you again, and you can tell that you’ve caught him off guard from the way his hands slip slightly, almost dropping you. “Honey, you almost dropped me,” you scold, playfully smacking him on the chest once you’re safely back on your own two feet.

“The fault is yours for surprising me,” Jeonghan mutters, biting back the smile threatening to take over his face.

Guiding you to stand beside him and turning you to face the opposite direction he is, Jeonghan places his arm in front of you to hold your hip that’s furthest from him and you mirror his motion, allowing him to turn you both in a circular motion.

“I didn’t think anything could surprise you, dear,” you tease, feeling his hand tighten on your hip.

“Admittedly, I didn’t think so either,” Jeonghan grumbles, slightly pushing at your hip so you can both change the direction you’re facing. “At least until I met you.”

You’re about to respond when Jeonghan turns you again and you find yourself facing another gentleman. It seems the dance includes a change in partner ever so often until you arrive back at your original partner. It’s unfair of him to say such a thing just before he hands you off, further confusing you and igniting the feelings you have for him once more.

Taking a chance to look at him, you find him staring back at you. His new dance partner is speaking with him and he seems to be conversing with her but his gaze on you is unwavering and you are trapped in his spell. Unable to look away even if you wanted to and even if you have to because of the steps of the dance, your eyes find him again and again through the crowd, feeling even closer to him despite the distance.

And when the dance finally comes to a close, you end up back in his arms like you were always meant to be there. Like Jeonghan was always the one meant to hold you.

This feeling of uncertainty is foreign to you. All this time, you thought you knew how he feels about you, but his words and actions beg to differ.

However, it matters not, until you know the exact reasons for the way he’s behaving.

Is he still only motivated by duty? Or did the premise of the Valentine’s Festival finally open up his heart?

Whatever the case may be, it is something you can no longer ignore and your growing feelings for him is something you can no longer deny.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you ask and Jeonghan is taken aback. “Why do you confuse me so?”

Your inner turmoil is written as clear as day on your face and Jeonghan wishes for nothing more than to be able to gather you in his arms and confess his feelings to you. The thought alone scares him half to death but it’s not as frightening as the thought of spending the rest of your lives together with your cold indifference towards him.

What’s the worst that can happen?

Of course, there is a chance that once he finally reveals his true feelings that you may not feel the same way about him. If that is the case, it’s still possible for you to grow to love him, further down the line as you both grow older. But, Jeonghan knows that if he doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity he’s been given, your heart may close the door on him forever.

“_____, listen—”

“Jeonghan, I—”

“Everyone, the fireworks will begin in a few minutes!”

Sighing, you lower your head onto Jeonghan’s chest. “I know we need to talk but I also want to see the fireworks,” you whine.

Cupping your face in his hands, Jeonghan raises your head so that you can look at him. “We can watch the fireworks and talk after,” he concedes, but it’s worth it when your eyes light up like Christmas morning. Placing his hands gingerly on your shoulders, he instructs, “Please stay right here and wait for me. I’ll be right back with some refreshments.”

“I’ll wait,” you assure him.

“I’ll only be a minute, please stay right where I can see you.”

Gently squeezing your hand, Jeonghan reluctantly turns away from you and heads to find the nearest pub. Every now and then, he turns to check that you’re still right where he left you. This time, when he turns, his brows furrowed in worry when he no longer sees you in his field of vision as the crowd fills the square.

Drinks forgotten, Jeonghan weaves through the crowd in search of you. He calls for you multiple times to no avail and even as he reaches the spot where he left you, there’s no sign of you anywhere. It’s just his luck that the fireworks then commence and it drowns out his voice as he begins to call for you once more. Cursing, he makes his way through the sea of bodies to continue his search.

The thought of something terrible happening to you fills him with dread, making him sick to his stomach. He pleads with Eros to help him find you and his prayer is answered when a gust of wind carries along petals that land in your vicinity. Bristling, he makes his way over to where you are.

“Oh Jeonghan, there you are,” you greet but your smile fades as soon as you see the expression on his face. It’s one that you’ve never seen on his usually bright face, at least not directed at you. “Is something the matter?”

Jeonghan remains silent as he grabs hold of your wrist and leads you out of the overcrowded square. You didn’t dare to resist when it’s clear that right now, he is not one to be messed with. Soon enough, you reach your destination, finding yourself in a secluded alley in the square away from prying eyes and eager ears.

He all but flings you in the alley and your hands brace themselves on the cool brick wall to stop and steady yourself. “What in the world were you thinking?!” he asks, livid. “Or was it that you weren’t thinking at all?”

“I have no idea what it is you’re referring to—”

“I only asked one thing of you,” he states calmly but you can see how furious he is beneath the surface, his eyes blazing with fire. “One direction that even a child could follow and they would have listened.”

Ah, it’s finally dawned on you what makes him so angry.

“I don’t understand why it’s such an issue—”

“You don’t understand why it’s an issue?!”

“—I only went to a better spot for the fireworks,” you finish explaining despite Jeonghan talking over you. “It’s not like you couldn’t see me—”

Jeonghan laughs out loud but there is no mirth to it. “That is precisely it!” he snarled. “I couldn’t see you anywhere I looked. I called out for you so many times and received no response back. I was so worried and I thought I had lost you—”

“And why does that matter?” you argue and the question renders Jeonghan speechless, but you’re not done yet. “Why does it matter if you lose me? Why do you care?”

At this, Jeonghan could no longer remain silent. “I beg your pardon,” he protests. “Of course, I care about you.”

“But, only because of your duty,” you remind him as you roll your eyes.

“No, it goes far beyond that.”

This is a game that you no longer wish to play.

“That’s not what you said that day,” you reveal, finally admitting that you overheard his conversation with your brother that day. “Don’t even think of lying to me because I heard everything.”

Now that you’ve confirmed his earlier assumption, Jeonghan proceeds, so that he can now get an answer as to how you feel about him. “And, what exactly did you hear?” 

“That you’re only bound to me by duty.”

“And?” he prods, impatiently.

“What do you mean, ‘and’?” you ask, confused as to where he’s heading with the conversation.

“I did say that” —he crosses his arms— “but what about the rest of it?”

With a pout, you answer confidently, “You didn’t say anything else.”

“Yes, I did,” he declares with a sadistic calm.

“No, you didn’t.” You stand your ground but that is the last straw for Jeonghan.

“Yes, I did!” he yells in frustration, grabbing at his hair. “I admitted that I had grown fond of you and it was something that had been beyond my control.”

“What?” you wonder, more to yourself than anything.

Already having gone this far, Jeonghan doesn’t hold himself back any longer, baring his heart out after coming close to losing you. “I said that you had me falling in love with you with no hopes of ever getting up, ever since the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

No, there’s not a chance that this is real. You’re sure of it. Yet, you find yourself asking, “You love me?”

“I love you,” Jeonghan vows with no hesitation. “Despite everything, I fall more and more in love with you and right now, as you stand before me, I have never been more in love with you.”

No matter how hard you search, there’s no sign of a lie on his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Actually, I did.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I truly did,” Jeonghan says, smug. “I wrote them in every letter I sent you since that day I admitted to my own feelings.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’ve never lied—”

“You have, when you lied about being my partner for my debutante ball,” you remind him, brow raised in challenge.

Jeonghan bites his lip and moves closer to you, eliminating the space between your bodies. “I was merely delaying the truth that time,” he jokes. “But, I really did let you know in my last letters. You would’ve known if you had read them.”

“I did—”

Jeonghan interrupts, taking your hands in his as he says, “Enough about the letters. _____, I’ve finally told you how I truly feel about you. Please, stop torturing me and tell me how you feel about me.”

“I—”

“I don’t think it matters how the young lady feels since she’ll be coming with us and you won’t be alive anymore to see her again,” a stranger interrupts and Jeonghan is quick to shield you behind him. More thugs turn up and Jeonhan slowly retreats until you’re squeezed between him and the wall.

Jeonghan doesn’t miss the way you tremble in fear and he knows that he has to deal with them as soon as possible. He almost lost you once today and he’d be damned if he lets it happen a second time. Especially now that he’s confessed his feelings to you.

“Close your eyes and cover your ears,” Jeonghan instructs but you shake your head vehemently. “Please, listen to me just this once. I don’t want you to see this.”

“Call for Seungcheol,” you plead, holding on to his arm. “There’s far too many of them. We can wait until he gets here.”

“It’ll be too late by then,” Jeonghan sighs. “Close your eyes. I promise that no harm will come to you.”

“What about you?” you caution, tears flowing freely down your face. The love of your life has finally confessed that he feels the same about you but why is fate so cruel to put you in this position?

“There’s no need to worry,” he assures you as he draws out his sword. “Now, do as I say. I won’t take long.”

Eventually, you relent and let go of his arm. Taking one final look at him, Jeonghan places a chaste kiss on your forehead, forcing your eyes closed as he moves your hands to cover your ears tight. When you feel him pull away, you almost defy him once more but ultimately know that you’ll only be in his way, increasing his chance of getting hurt.

So, you stay right where you are and do exactly as Jeonghan says, praying to Eros to return the one that you love safely.

You don’t know how much time has passed but you eventually feel Jeonghan’s warm yet wet hands pull your hands away from your ears, letting you know that the ordeal is over. When you open your eyes, you see his shirt drenched in blood despite the colour of the material.

“You’re bleeding,” you cry out, hands reaching out to check on him, but his hands stop you from doing so.

“It’s not all mine,” he assures you only to be met with the roll of your eyes.

“That doesn’t make it any better,” you scold.

“I’m fine—”

“No, you’re not!” you exclaim through your tears. “You’re hurt and it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t wandered off in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this alley and—”

“If you hadn’t wandered off, I wouldn’t have had an opportunity to finally tell you how I feel about you.”

“Is that even important right now?” you sob unceremoniously into your hands. “Now, I know how it feels.”

“What do you mean?” Jeonghan asks.

“I almost lost you and I haven’t even had the chance to tell you how I feel about you.”

Jeonghan’s heart picks up speed and it feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and he can’t believe you both had to risk your lives in order for it to happen. “And how do you feel about me?”

“Your Highness!” Seungcheol calls from the entrance of the alley before you can answer Jeonghan. “I’ve finally found you both. My apologies for arriving late.”

“Actually, you’re far too early,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes and you have to cover your mouth to hold down your laugh upon seeing Seungcheol’s confused face. “Did you bring my horse?”

The guard nods. “I’ve also brought a carriage for Lady _____,” he adds. “Shall I summon the physician to their Estate?”

“That’s not necessary,” you decline as you are unscathed. “Please summon them to the Palace instead along with the Royal Mage. His Highness may need some healing magic in time for our Engagement Announcement tomorrow.”

“Yes, m’lady.” Seungcheol bows. “Your carriage has arrived and is ready to escort you back.”

Sighing, Jeonghan lowers his head onto your shoulder and your hand reaches out to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Won’t you consider coming back to the Palace with me?” he entreats and feels you shake your head to decline him. “We haven’t finished our conversation yet. Must I really wait till the Banquet to hear your answer? Must you really torture me again?”

“Must you be so dramatic?” you tease him and he nips at your shoulder in retaliation. You have to commend him, he’s grown rather bold ever since he confessed his love for you. It seems he no longer wants to waste any time and frankly, since you feel exactly the same towards him, you don’t want to waste another second without him either. “You can always come to see me before tomorrow.”

Jeonghan lifts his ahead, adorable confusion on his face and you can’t help but giggle. “How will I see you before tomorrow?” he asks, tilting his head.

“My balcony faces the Glass House in the Estate,” you whisper in his ear, bidding him farewell with a light kiss on his cheek. “You’re the Crown Prince. Surely you’re smart enough to figure it out?”

He is and he can’t wait.

It’s when you’re brushing your hair by your vanity before retiring for the night when you hear the knock on your bedroom window. Spotting his familiar figure through the mirror, you place the brush on the marble surface and make your way to let him in. Pulse racing as you unlock the window, you don’t dare to look at his face and walk back to the centre of room, only turning towards him once he’s let himself in and closed the window behind him.

Jeonghan takes his time studying you, gaze instantly drawn to the way you stare at the floor once more instead of him, just like you used to. Eyes drifting lower, he spots your slightly parted lips and he has to stop himself from reaching out and running his thumb across your bottom lip. His gaze travels lower once more, breath hitching at the sight of the top of your breasts due to the low neckline of your nightgown. Seeing the way your chest heaves from your erratic breathing makes something inside him snap and he shoves his hands in his pockets, taking big strides until he’s standing right in front of you.

“Such a cruel woman you are.” He breaks the silence, pushing your chin up with his finger so that you finally look at him. “Inviting me here and making me wait for your attention. Do you know how agonising it is when you look as delectable as you do? But, we’re not quite there yet, are we?”

Your attempt to look away from him is thwarted when he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger and you’re forced to endure the intense regard in which he holds you. “If anyone’s waited long enough, it’s me,” you say in hopes to placate him. 

However, it has the opposite effect on Jeonghan. “That’s rich coming from you,” he retorts. “Especially after I professed my love for you today. If I recall correctly, I’m yet to hear about your feelings towards me.”

“I’m afraid,” you say truthfully.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I don’t express myself well with words,” you confess. “I’m afraid my words would be insufficient to describe what it is I truly feel for you.”

Jeonghan shifts impossibly closer to you eliminating the space between you. Cupping your face in his hands, he leans in closer and ghosts your lips with his. “Hm, you always were better with your actions,” he breathes, thumb skimming your bottom lip like he fantasised, smearing your lip tint a little. “Would you prefer to show me instead?”

“Yes,” you sigh, eyes immediately closing. 

Jeonghan’s lips hesitantly touches yours in a feather light kiss and it’s much too soft and quick for your liking. He moves to pull away, testing the waters but he doesn’t get far when you grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards you so that you can kiss him once more. This time, the kiss you share is more intense, carrying your emotions with it and when they finally reach him, Jeonghan becomes bolder and returns your kiss with the same fervor. 

His kisses grow hungrier and more heated each time, almost devouring you whole but you are insatiable. You crave to taste more of him, sliding your hands up and locking your arms behind his neck, pulling him further into you. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he holds you tight and you pull away in a gasp when you feel him, half hard and large against your hip.

Not liking the separation, Jeonghan dives in and takes the chance to shove his tongue in your gaping mouth, intertwining with yours in a perfect dance. His eager hands travel from your hips to your bottom, groping and kneading its cheeks before venturing further south. When they land behind your thighs, he grabs hold and lifts you onto him as he walks towards your bed.

Jeonghan sits down on the edge of your bed with you on top of him and you shift your legs to straddle him comfortably. You kiss him again and again, timing a third kiss with the roll of your hips and you feel his excitement grow against your centre. Impatient, your hands scramble to untuck his shirt from his trousers, pulling it over his head to toss to the other side of the room.

“Oh fuck,” you swear at the sight of his toned abdomen, not caring for how unladylike you are becoming. Biting your lip, your fingertips glide across his skin as you take him in.

This new side to you is enthralling and Jeonghan feels proud knowing that only he is privy to it. That you are here, completely and utterly enamored by him and him alone. Jeonghan leans back on his elbows watching you with eyes full of aroused curiosity. “Your turn.” He nods in your direction and you comply.

If it were anybody else who asked, you know you would have hesitated to no end. But, Jeonghan makes you feel brave. He makes you feel loved. He makes you feel desired. Grabbing the hem of your nightgown, you shimmy out of it at an excruciatingly slow pace, noticing the way Jeonghan eyes you like a man starved, his breath hitching at every inch of skin you reveal.

“You are beautiful,” he breathes out and it diminishes whatever insecurity existed that was begging you to cover yourself up. Sitting up, he kisses you lasciviously, gripping you tight as he pivots and pushes you into the mattress. His fingers make their way between your bodies, toying with the waistband of your underwear, before pulling the lewdly soaked material down your legs. “Move up on the bed, lie down on the pillows and spread your legs. I want to see you.”

Taking a deep breath, you do as he says, watching with interest as he sheds the rest of his clothing. Jeonghan can’t help but stare too long at your inviting pussy and he doesn’t miss the way your legs quiver in anticipation. Like a predator hunting its prey, he gets on the bed and crawls slowly towards you and fits himself between your legs. He lowers his body until your chest to chest and meets your lips again in a fiery kiss.

This time, he doesn’t stay on your lips too long, desperate to touch and feel more of you, kissing along your jaw and down where your neck meets your shoulder. He marks his place on the juncture of your neck, sucking and nipping until a purple bruise is left in its wake. Lifting his head slightly, he marvels at the view of your breasts, eyes rolling back before diving in and taking your right nipple in his mouth.

His tongue darts out to kitten lick at your wetted bud, blowing air on it before sucking it back into his mouth. Being the gentleman that he is, he dares not to neglect your other breast, palming and fondling it before he switches and pays attention to it. Your ragged breaths bounces off the walls in your room and he uses the sounds to spur him on along with how your body twists and squirms beneath him.

“Relax _____,” Jeonghan coos at you. “I’m just as… new to this as you are.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” you murmur. “But, I guess my education on this was limited compared to yours.”

Sitting back on his knees, he grabs hold of his cock, groaning as he strokes himself a few times before he guides himself to slide between your folds. Watching him with keen eyes, you grow more desperate for him, mouth hanging open in a silent plea. Once he’s well lubricated from your juices, he aligns himself by your entrance, preparing himself to enter your glistening trove.

“This is the last chance you have to refuse me,” Jeonghan rasps out. “If you don’t, I’ll be taking away your virtue and will never let you go.”

“No one is taking my virtue away,” you mewled, reaching for his free hand and guiding it up your body to rest on your breast. “I am freely giving it to you, along with my love. So, don’t you dare even consider letting me go.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeonghan grits his teeth as he pushes the head of his cock through your cunt, straining to hold himself back from fully impaling you on his cock to avoid hurting you.

“You can keep going,” you nod, breathing becoming ragged even as you try to calm yourself.

His hands reach for yours and intertwine them together, pinning them on either side of your head as he lowers himself until all of his weight is on you. With a shaky exhale, he sinks in further but still not all the way, peppering your chest with kisses in apology as he waits for you to accommodate him.

Tears pool at the corner of your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and you don’t have the strength to hold them back. Jeonghan whispers words of affirmation onto your skin and your heart swells in your chest. You seek out his lips and he gladly obliges you, kissing languidly until the current stretch is bearable. 

“With all that I am, I love you and I’m yours,” you confess, whimpering as Jeonghan pushes deeper as a result. 

A moan of your name from deep within his chest slips from his lips and he’s unable to hold himself back even if he wanted to, sheathing himself to the hilt inside you. The burning sensation of the stretch makes you tremble but it’s nothing compared to the feel of fullness inside you. 

Releasing one of your hands, Jeonghan cups your cheek and kisses you hard, wanting to alleviate your pain. When you feel his cock throb inside your warm walls, you inadvertently clench around him and the last of his control snaps.

“Love, please tell me I can move,” he growls and you respond by shakily hooking your legs around his waist, taking him even deeper with a roll of your hips.

Jeonghan takes this as his cue, slowly drawing his cock out and harshly slamming back in. Crying out his name in ecstasy, your hands move to rest on his shoulders, nails digging in as his pace increases. An intense heat starts to build inside you, arching your back from the mattress as your hips frantically grind against him to match his rhythm.

“Jeonghan, I…” you sob, the intense heat taking all over your body. “I can… feel something… something is coming.”

“Gods, I feel it too,” he croaks and relentlessly drives himself inside you. Winding his arms around your middle, he holds tight and moves your body the way he wants so that you can both have the release you’re desperately seeking. 

It’s when Jeonghan’s lips brushes by your ear, whispering ‘I love you’ with a perfectly timed shift of his hips, that the coil inside you snaps, eyes rolling to the back of your head and body shivering as your orgasm consumes you, a litany of his name echoing in the room. 

At the feeling of your pulsating walls around his cock, his movements begin to falter. When you profess your love for him, he careens clean off the edge, hips jerking as he comes and a sigh of your name escaping from his lips as he paints your walls with his hot, white release. 

Jeonghan buries his face in the juncture of your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as you rake your fingers through his damp hair. You stay together like this until your breathing evens out, not caring about your sweaty skin or the stickiness between your legs. 

Then, he slowly pulls out his softening cock, watching your face for any signs of discomfort along the way. Planting a kiss on your shoulder, Jeonghan leaves the bed for a moment, fetching a towel and basin filled with water from the bath. With utmost care, he wipes the mess clean from your body. Once he’s put the soiled cloth away, he joins you back on the bed, dragging your body until you’re tight against his chest, whispering his love for you repeatedly until slumber comes for you.

When morning comes, it is anything but quiet. It starts off with your maid Tia dramatically dropping a basin upon catching you tangled in bed with the Crown Prince and Jeonghan being caught sneaking out the balcony by Joshua who’s having his morning coffee by the adjacent balcony. Jeonghan avoids being scolded because he pulls rank with the Duke, but you’re not so lucky. He bids you farewell with a kiss before heading back to the Palace to prepare for the Imperial Banquet.

It all happens quickly after that, spending most of the day getting pampered and leaving you with no time to even think about the events of the previous night. Upon your arrival at the Palace, you’re quickly ushered to stand in front of the door to the Great Hall where Jeonghan is already waiting.

Grabbing your hand, he gently kisses the back of it before planting another one on your cheek. Jeonghan stares longingly into your eyes before disrupting the connection by breaking into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“Nothing, I’m just happy,” he beams, bending to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m glad that it’s not just duty that binds us together and that we’re actually fated to each other.”

“As am I,” you assure him, turning to kiss him on the cheek. “My love has always been you and it will always be you.”

“Always,” Jeonghan vows, lifting his head so that you can see his sincerity. 

You return the promise with a kiss, along with a silent prayer to Eros in thanks and your hearts have never been fuller.

© darlingvernon

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Like We're Made of Starlight

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, some angsty feelings, lots of pining

2.5k words

A/N: This chapter came out a biiiiiiiiiiit long because I had to combine two chapters; I couldn't let these two be angsty for too long!

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

Although a night of lesson planning and daydreaming about eating ice cream with Roy Kent sounded like the perfect Saturday night, Leanne Bowen had other plans. She had texted you just as you got home, insisting that the two of you needed a night out. So, you put on a cute little dress and some boots and hopped into Leanne’s car to head to some club for drinks and dancing.

After spending a few songs on the dance floor with Lee, you left her dancing with some handsome guy and made your way to the bar, desperate for some drink that hid the taste of its alcohol. As you waited for the bartender to return with your drink, someone leaned on the bar next to you.

“What, you already empty the flask you keep in your desk?”

Your mouth went completely dry as you turned your head. There was Roy Kent, holding a beer and looking nothing short of gorgeous in a black button-down shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show some chest hair, and slacks. You quickly recovered and flashed him a smile. “Coach Kent. What’re you doing here?”

He returned your grin with a soft one of his own. “One of the guys’ birthdays.” He nodded towards a group of young men who were taking shots and laughing loudly as people nearby stared and pointed. “Figured I’d be a good manager and actually celebrate one of my players.” When the bartender brought you your drink, Roy pointed at you and then himself, signaling that your drink was on him.

“You don’t have to do that,” you insisted. “You’ve bought me coffee, a drink, and ice cream already.” Your face went warm. “Seriously, I should be buying you a drink!”

He shrugged and slid the glass closer to you. “Next time,” he hummed simply.

Next time.

As you tried to figure out how in the world to respond to that, his eyes slowly trailed down your figure, eyebrows raising slightly as he did so. You resisted the urge to tug your skirt down, wondering if it was too short.

“Something wrong?” you managed to squeak out, shifting your weight nervously.

Roy’s eyes were on yours again. “Not at all.” He shrugged. “Just not used to seeing you outside your teaching outfits.”

You scrunched your nose in confusion. “Teaching outfits?” you repeated.

His face softened as he glanced away for a moment. “You know. The fucking dresses and skirts and sneakers. The cute shit you wear to school.”

He thought your outfits were cute.

“Oh.” Desperate to look like his words didn’t have your head spinning, you took a long sip of your drink. “And which d’you prefer?”

Suddenly grateful for the dark club lighting that hid his blush, Roy fidgeted a little, trying to keep his eyes trained on your too-pretty face. “I dunno,” he admitted with a small chuckle. After a moment, he added, “All I’ll say is, it’s a good thing there aren’t any dads here. There’d be some pretty pissed off mums.”

For a moment, you just stared at Roy Kent, fully aware that your mouth was in a perfect little o. The way he stared at you, all soft and smiling, had you fighting the urge to squirm nervously. Finally, realizing that you had probably forgotten how to speak, he opened his mouth again.

“Wanna dance?”

Immediately, every piece of advice your mother had ever given you about not being too eager with a man left your brain as you smiled brightly at Roy. “Sure.”

Drinks completely forgotten at the bar, the two of you walked to the dance floor, both blushing furiously and praying the other wouldn’t notice. Your whole body was vibrating with nervousness as you looked up at Roy, whose face somehow managed to be both tense and soft as he gazed back. You forced yourself to move your hips to the music, as if you danced with handsome football legends all the time. The ever-present tension in his shoulders seemed to relax as he watched you, and he began to move to the music, taking a tentative step towards you, not quite pressing his body to yours, but definitely closing the safe gap you’d left. His raised eyebrows asked if this was okay; your shy smile assured him that it was more than okay.

“D’you like dancing?” Roy asked over the music, delighted that he had to lean in close to speak to you.

His breath on your cheek had your entire body feeling warm. “It’s alright,” you answered, standing on tiptoe so he could hear you. “Kind of depends on my dance partner.”

Roy Kent’s grin could probably power a small town, it was so bright and freaking perfect. “How’m I doing?”

“Not bad,” you teased. “Not bad at all.”

As Roy ducked his head to say something else- or maybe be bold enough to do something else- a hand landed on his shoulder. When he turned his head, Jamie Tartt was looking at you with that stupid grin of his.

“Oi!” he shouted, a bit louder than necessary. “Aren’t you Phoebe’s teacher?” After glancing back at Roy for a fraction of a second, you nodded; Jamie’s smile broadened. “Oh shit, I remember you from that pub! Man, y’should see Roy, always rushing out to pick up Phoebe. I think it’s the best part of his day, seeing you!”

Immediately, Jamie knew he’d stepped in it; he wasn’t sure who looked more mortified, you or Roy. Your eyes were wide in panic, and Roy’s jaw was clenched tighter than Jamie’d ever seen it. Oops.

“Well, it was nice to see you,” he blurted, trying to salvage things and avoid Roy’s glare. With a little wave, the footballer was gone.

Alone again, you looked up at Roy, letting out an embarrassed little huff as you fiddled with your hair. “So-”

Before you could say another word, Roy glanced at his watch. “I should go,” he grumbled, not quite looking at you. “Let these guys celebrate in peace without their fucking manager hanging around, babysitting them.”

“Oh.” You nodded earnestly. “Yeah?”

Some silly little part of you wanted him to invite you somewhere else, maybe a pub or coffee shop, somewhere you could see each other more clearly and actually hear each other speak. Or maybe just offer you a ride home. Some little excuse to spend more time together, to talk, maybe even an opportunity for Roy to ask you out-

“Enjoy the rest of your weekend,” he mumbled, his gruff voice interrupting your hopes. “I’ll see you Monday.”

Not bothering to meet your eye, he turned and walked away, ignoring both the tight feeling in his chest and his players’ calls for him to stay. As Roy exited the club and walked down the street, he let out a growling sigh that caught the attention of the people waiting in line to get into the club.

You must be Phoebe’s teacher, Jamie had said. Phoebe’s teacher.

Roy was such a fucking idiot. Of course you were always nice and polite and never said a word about his flirting or buying you coffee and ice cream. You were just nice. This pretty little ray of sunshine that smiled at everyone, even the skeevy dads that flirted a little too hard. Fucking hell, Roy was just as bad as them, wasn’t he? There you were, trying to enjoy your weekend off, and he’d gone and been another drooling creep that you’d have to see at school on Monday. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Meanwhile, as Roy walked to his car and beat himself up, you found Leanne, flirting over a drink with that same handsome guy you’d left her with. She lit up when she saw you.

“There you are!” She glanced over your shoulder. “Are my contacts malfunctioning, or did I see you dancing with-”

“Gonna head home,” you interrupted, fidgeting with the strap of your little purse. “Not feeling well.”

She leaned in close, ignoring her conversation partner. “Oh shit, are you and-”

You shook your head. “I don’t feel well,” you repeated through gritted teeth. Her smile faltered when she took in the melancholy look on your face. “I’ll get myself a cab.”

“You sure?”

Finally smiling, you grabbed her hand. “Enjoy your night, Lee.” You gave a squeeze before letting go. “I’ll see you Monday.”

As you walked outside, you rubbed your suddenly aching temples, humiliation flooding every inch of your body.

Roy Kent. Roy freaking Kent. You really thought you had a shot with Roy Kent?

Fucking hell.

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On Monday, you were almost relieved not to have morning duty; no awkward interactions with Roy Kent, no plastering on that fake smile and chirping good morning as if you hadn’t spent half your weekend beating yourself for being so naïve as to think a professional footballer would be interested in a schoolteacher. You were fun to flirt with, good for his ego, and you ate up his attention like candy. What guy wouldn’t enjoy that?

Of course, today was the day that Jack Harris, in the year above your class, chose to tell Phoebe O’Sullivan that the Greyhounds sucked, especially her uncle’s best friend Jamie Tartt. And Phoebe didn’t take that too well; by the time you’d separated them, both children’s uniforms were covered in dirt and Jack had learned a fun new four-letter word.

The office assured you that Dr. O’Sullivan would be in your classroom in about fifteen minutes to collect her daughter.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had you freezing just as you were pinning up some work on a bulletin. When you turned around, Roy Kent was walking into your classroom, looking bashful with his hands stuffed into the pockets of that leather jacket. His eyes traced yours carefully as he approached you.

“Hi,” he murmured, resisting the urge to tap his foot nervously.

“Hello,” you answered, tightly gripping the papers you held. “Um, so Phoebe-”

He shook his head. “Yeah, no, my sister told me on the phone.” He winced. “Gotta go home for the day, then?”

You shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, she was defending the Greyhounds.” You nodded to the corner table where Phoebe sat, working on her handwriting practice. “I gave her some work that she’ll be missing. Everything’s set to go in her backpack.” Without thinking, you took a small step closer to Roy. “You’re all set, I guess.”

Roy stared at you, mouth slightly open, not willing to move away from you. “I’m sorry,” he finally blurted out. “I am really fucking sorry. For-for the club. If I overstepped at all- and fucking Jamie- and I just-”

“It’s alright,” you interrupted, a little too quickly. Your heart fluttered when you saw the way his eyes shifted to your face and away, over and over, as if he couldn’t decide whether or not he could look you in the eye. “I, um, actually had a good time.” You glanced over to Phobe, who was too engrossed in her work to even glance up at the two of you. “Dancing with you… was nice.”

Ask her out.

Those three words played in his head over and over again as Roy stared down at you, doing that thing where he opened and closed his mouth, clearly trying to figure out what to say. Reminding himself that he was Roy fucking Kent he finally found his ability to speak.

“Listen, I was wondering if-”

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, you have a parent.”

Karen Selig looked anything but sorry has her eyes lingered over Roy, who quickly leaned away from you, cursing himself for hesitating.

Doing your best to not look as annoyed as you felt, you smiled at your colleague. “Need something, Mrs. Selig?”

She shook her head, gesturing to Roy. “Oh no, I can wait.”

When she lingered in the doorway, Roy resisted the urge to scream. Instead, he turned back to you, your pretty and expectant face leaving him hating his shit luck.

“Um, what was that you were asking, Coach?” Your voice was low, trying to keep this conversation as private as possible with your colleague’s gleeful face in the doorway.

“Oh. Shit, yeah, um the girls have a scrimmage on Saturday. Want to come? They loved seeing you at practice so…” He shrugged.

Your shoulders slumped almost unnoticeably. But Roy absolutely noticed. “Oh. Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.”

Roy nodded curtly. “Great. Great. Um, just send me a message and I’ll let you know the details. You still have my card, yeah?”

“Yeah, I have it somewhere,” you said casually, as if the little business card that read Roy Kent wasn’t sitting in your desk drawer, where you could see it every time you grabbed a post-it note or a paper clip. “I’ll text you?”

There was that wonderful smile. “Yeah. Yeah, text me.” He turned his head to his niece. “Oi! Pheebs! Let’s go.” With one more nod to you, trying to keep that smile from growing too large, Roy took his niece’s hand and led her out of the classroom.

Doing your best to suppress your own grin, you turned your attention to the still-waiting Mrs. Selig. “Right, so what did you need?”

Instead of explaining her interruption, Karen just waggled her eyebrows at you. “Ooh, going to text Coach Kent, hmm?”

With an eyeroll, you turned back to hanging up student work. “Oh fuck off,” you mumbled before breaking out into a secret smile.

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in the Morning

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sounds// Peabo Bryson - Feel The Fire, Isley Brothers - Spend the Night (Ce Soir), The O'Jays - Forever Mine

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IV.

“Oh, shit. What’s up?” He smiled back and it was even more killer in person. Especially with the surprise of gleaming gold fangs and the matching slugs I could see peeking from behind his bottom lip. I had to remind myself to breathe. “You came.”

“I told you I was on the way.”

“Nah, I thought you was fucking with me.” Laughter took over the conversation as he opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Hell, I could barely believe I’d shown up myself. I had never really been shy, but he’d brought a boldness out of me that even I hadn’t seen.

When I passed him, I noticed that he was still significantly taller than me in four inch heels. Damn. Not like I wasn't overdue for a climbing lesson anyway. The scent of his cologne was also quite alluring. The woody, smoky fragrance pervaded my senses, warming all the spots that shot had missed. Of course he would smell just as good as he looked. He may not have believed I would be there tonight, but he had damn sure been prepared. 

“I can take your jacket.” 

“Oh, sure.” I went to slip it from my shoulders, but he circled behind me and took the collar into his hands. 

“Here, I got you.” 

Taken aback by his unexpected chivalry, I was stuck watching him walk back to the closet to carefully put it away. 

“This is dope. The gold on here go crazy.”

“Right? I thought the same thing. Had to have it.”

“Good choice.” He grinned as he strolled back over to me. “I like your whole get-up, though. You look good, girl.” The intensity he radiated in person was unreal. His blinding smile. Those piercing brown eyes. The once-over he gave me felt like he was sexing me up already. 

Of course, I was a flustered mess. “Thank you.”

“What’s in the bag?”

I held up my bottle for him to see. “Wine. Actually, could I put it in your fridge?”

“Yeah.” He reached for it, so I gave it to him. Then he nodded to the left. “This way.” 

We left the foyer and I followed him past a gorgeous living area, subtly admiring my surroundings. The height of the ceilings had caught my attention right away. All of it was stunning. Far from the bare walls, futon, and flat screens I had half expected. Off white walls and dark wood floors made up the most of it, but the decor was so sophisticated and refined. I’d already clocked a painting and coffee table that I wanted for myself. I could tell it had been carefully curated. I should've known he would give nothing less. We walked through an arched doorway into a kitchen that made me feel like cooking for some strange reason. Just like everything else I’d seen, it looked like something from a magazine. Shades of gray, black, white and green complemented each other well among all the satiny stainless steel. There were even fresh tulips sitting in the middle of the island. I was giving one of them a smell when he came over, leaning up against the marble counter with me. 

“I put it in the freezer for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Having to look up was already doing something different for me, but the way he was smiling down at me made it so much worse. Prolonged eye contact was his thing, I’d already gathered. It felt like he was staring into my soul. Whew! “I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not every day something this fine just lands on your doorstep.”

My head dropped into a faint laugh. “Baby, you ain't gotta butter me up. I’m already here.”

“I ain't tryna do nothing of the sort. I meant what I said.”

“Ok. So, you just be up in here by yourself?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

I smacked my lips, less than convinced. “Yeah, aight.”

“You a trip,” he chuckled.

“Nah, you the one.”

“How?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said, grinning as I waved him off. 

“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered. “I really don’t be having company like that, though. I know it might not seem like it, but I’m usually a pretty private person. I don’t like too many people in my business.”

“So, why you breaking all your rules for me then?”

“I don’t know…” He leaned a little closer. “Just something about you.” 

I rolled my eyes through the inevitable smile that followed his and that sly admission. “You know what, I know I just gave it to you to put away, but could I pour myself a glass?”

“Oh, yeah. Fasho.” He walked back over to the freezer and pulled out my bottle. Then he went to a cabinet for a wine glass before taking an electric corkscrew from a drawer. Once the bottle was open, he stepped back, presenting it all to me with an outstretched hand. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I poured myself a big glass, just low enough to prevent any spills while I walked.

“You only brought one glass. You don't want any?” 

“Nah. I’m more of a Hennessy man, myself.”

“Aah, ok.”

“I can put it back for you, though.”

“I think I’ma just keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, this is good enough.”

“Aight.” He reclaimed his position at the island. “So, um, I feel like you breaking some of your rules for me, too.” 

“…Maybe,” I said, after finishing a big sip. 

“How you get so brave?”

I frowned. “Why you saying that like you about to chop me up and plaster me into your walls?”

“Damn, girl.” I cracked at the sudden shock that appeared on his face and we laughed so hard. “I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”

“Yeah, my girl wanted me to stay home real bad. But I don't know. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. Plus, you didn't give me serial killer vibes. Didn’t see a windowless van on the premises either, sooo…”

His smile was beaming as we shared another laugh. “You funny.”

I shrugged a shoulder, preparing for my next sip. “So I’ve been told.”

He waited for me to finish before he motioned his head toward where we had just come from. “Come on.” Then he turned to walk off, and, once again, I followed. 

“And, anyway, for all you know, I could be crazy.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Oh, I can take you.”

I gasped in false disbelief. “Excuse you. I could have weapons of mass destruction.”

“What? Like a chainsaw?” 

He glanced back at me as we neared the stairs and I busted out laughing. “Now that wasn't even me. My girl put that one in my head.”

“What she think, I’m Leatherface?”

“Shit, you never know nowadays.”

“You ‘bout right. But you can let her know you in good hands.”

“I figured as much.”

He smiled, stopping at the stairs. “After you,” he said, holding his arm out for me to step ahead of him.  

After giving him my bottle, I grabbed the glass railing with my freed hand. I made my way up the curved staircase, swaying my little bit of booty in case he was watching, and losing count of how many steps I was taking. 

“You better catch me if I fall.”

“I got you.” I laughed to myself as we finally reached the top. I waited for him to take the lead again and he came around me, settling his hand on my waist. “This way, mama.”

A floral, citrusy scent met me as soon as I stepped into his bedroom. Probably from the candles lit in various spots all around it. They also provided the light, along with two lamps on the wall framing the head of his bed. “It smells so good in here.”

“I tried to hook it up for you a lil bit.”

“I like it.” The click of my heels on his gray hardwood floors was briefly muted as I strutted onto an oversized circular rug en route to his bed. The couch was nice and spacious, but the bed was much more inviting. The comforter looked cloudlike and the corner of the sheet that was exposed looked fresh. It was huge, too. Likely out of necessity. I sat on the edge and stared over at the window wall across from me as I took a feel. It was just as comfortable as I’d presumed, maybe even more. “Why you way over there? You got—what you called me?—‘something this fine’ all in your bed, and you just gon’ stand there?”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”

“Come here then.”

“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.

I kicked my shoes off before sliding myself to the opposite side. “Better?”

“Much.” He came over and sat against the fluted headboard as I sat just a couple feet away from him. At that point, I took my phone from my purse and killed the power. I was not about to let anybody spoil my night. “What kind of music you like?”

“I’m an R&B junkie.”

“Ok.” He picked up his phone, plugged up on the table beside him. “Let me guess. 90’s and early 2000’s, right?”

“Duh! I love my oldies, too, though.”

“Word?”

“Yes. I spent the first fourteen years of my life almost exclusively with my grandparents. They blessed me.”

“Ok. What you know about this then?” After a couple taps, ‘Spend The Night’ by The Isley Brothers began to play. 

“Boy, what? This my shit.” 

“…You grooving your ass off, this really your shit.”

I howled, because I hadn’t even realized. Maybe it was the near-emptiness of my glass that had my shoulders and waist moving without my knowledge. 

“Anyway. So, what’s your favorite genre?”

“My music taste kinda eclectic. I like a lil bit of everything.”

“Like what?”

“Funk. Bounce. Jazz.”

“Okayyy.”

“R&B,” he continued, making sure to look me in the eye for that one. “House.”

“Ooh, I love House.”

“Yeah. But that’s just a few.”

I nodded. “Ok, next question.”

“What’s up?”

“Why you sit my bottle so far awaaaay?” I whined, staring longingly toward his dresser as I went to leave the bed. He laughed. 

“My bad. I’ll get it for you.”

“I’m just messing with you. I got it.” I walked over to fill my glass again, bobbing my head to my jam. 

“You mind if I smoke?”

“This your place, baby. You can do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, but you my guest. And, if I’m a bad host, you might not wanna come back.”

I squinted up at him, twisting my lips to try and hide my smile, but it didn't work. The charm was just too potent. “It’s cool. Spark up.”

“Aight.” 

He leaned over and reached into his top drawer for this little box. I couldn't see inside it, but he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and I just assumed that there were more. This nigga was a stoner in the truest sense. 

The level of my glass was starting to fall again and the wine had to be going straight to my feet. Instead of returning to my seat, I opted for a cute little two-step and a couple of slow spins, quietly singing along with Mr. Biggs and Angela Winbush between sips. The song sounded better than it ever had. 

“I’m glad I chose this cut.” 

I opened my eyes to see that Yahya had changed his position, lying back on his elbows at the edge of the bed and facing me. It took all I had to keep it together. My face was on fire. “Why?”

He smacked his lips at me and took a long drag from the J. I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose. 

I returned his smile. Of course I knew. “What that shit taste like?”

“You never smoked before?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.

“Nope. I told you I didn't smoke, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But you never?”

I shook my head. “Not even once.”

“You wanna try it?”

I bit the inside of my lip, not really sure if I should. The scent of weed was something I usually just tolerated, but this didn’t smell too bad. Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about. “Yeah.” I shrugged it off and left my glass on a nearby table, but then it hit me that I had been drinking. “Wait. Should I be doing this with alcohol?”

“It ain’t gon’ do nothing to you.”

“But am I really supposed to mix the two?”

He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

I sighed, quelling most of my concerns and taking his hand. He didn’t let me make a single step, pulling me right into his hard chest. He hurried his arm around my waist as my screaming morphed into shared laughs. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” I looked down into his eyes, resting my arms on his shoulders to help get my bearings. The laughter soon faded. Smiles went next. 

“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display. 

That same breathless feeling that had hit me at my computer, smacked the shit out of me again. Just a hundred times stronger. Seeing his brand of fine this close up was devastating. Everything that looked so damn good from afar held all of its integrity and then some. The beard, the lips, the skin, the teeth. Truly immaculate.

“Youuu… are dangerous.” I capped the sentiment with a giggle, but I was not joking. 

He frowned with a telling grin in the forefront. “What? I’m harmless.” The elevation in his tone further confirmed the lies.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, flustered as fuck and almost hating how he could make me this way so effortlessly. I really had no idea I was so foldable and, though the circumstances were lovely, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Fuck that.” 

He laughed and held the joint up to my lips. “Go slow.”

I looked at it and then back to him, still slightly unsure, but I went ahead. The regret was instant. I choked, coughing up what little smoke I had brought in. And, to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be laughing while I was fighting for my life. 

“Naaah, not like that.”

I shook my hanging head. “That’s ok. I don't want to anymore,” I said, fanning myself and trying to catch my breath.

“Come on. I got you.”

I smacked my lips, looking into his half-lidded eyes with my own, and caved without an ounce of pause. Shameful. “...Ok. But, if I don't get it this time, I’m done. And don't laugh.”

“Aight, aight. I won’t laugh.”

“You better not,” I teased, rolling my eyes. 

He brought that shit up to my lips again, but, this time, he rested his free hand on my hip. I didn't pay it much mind. I was more focused on preparing myself for this second pull that was probably about to kill me.

“Go slow.”

I followed his instructions and took a relaxed drag. But I forgot to stop, and this nigga just let me keep going. My eyes popped when I realized what I had done. I stood there, cheeks puffed to the brim, not knowing what the hell to do. Again, Yahya was cracking up. I, on the other hand, started to freak out, groaning frantically and tapping at his arm.

“Just open your mouth, girl.” 

I opened up and the smoke billowed out and began to float away. 

“Now catch it. Inhale.” 

I did what I was told once again and watched as some of it disappeared back into my mouth.

“Ok, hold it… now breathe.”

I let go and, surprisingly, all of it came out without me bringing a lung up with it. “I did it!” I beamed, celebrating my first successful puff of Mary.

“Started off a lil rocky, but you finished strong.” I laughed with him, feeling too triumphant to check him for rejoicing in my struggles. “You wanna hit it again?” he asked, after taking another puff. 

I nodded. I felt like I had it down, but I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. If I could do it two times in a row, that meant I could really do it. Feeling myself, I even took it from his hand when he brought it over to me. 

“Oh, shit. Ok. You a pro now, huh?”

I was too tickled, but in the merriment I still noticed that he had led his newly unoccupied hand down to my other hip. He kneaded his fingers into me, getting a nice, thorough feel. Naturally, my mind began to wander, imagining all the filthy, disgusting things he could do to me with those huge hands. I looked down at him and he was already staring back. His face was the most relaxed it had been all night. He took his gaze down to where my thighs met and I would swear I heard my girl sigh. This man was so fucking sexy it was almost infuriating. I had to look away. I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass. The pungent smell of weed had possessed the air, the taste of the flower and a little wine were sweet on my tongue, and the sensual poetry of love songs gave us all the right directions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bad. 

“How you feelin’?”

I opened my eyes, tilted my head and brought my hand up to mimic a chef’s kiss.

“See? Stick with me, I can show you some thangs.” I tucked what was left of the J between his lips and he hit it one last time before sitting it over in the ashtray. Then he pulled me closer. 

I smiled and bit my lip, gently placing my hands to his chest. When I started to back away, he smiled up at me and loosened his grip, but I could tell he didn't really want to let me go. 

“Where you goin’?”

I simply shook my head as I left his grasp. I just wanted to play around with him, make him chase me a little bit. The O’Jays were singing ‘Forever Mine’ and, somehow, I could feel it in my body. Whatever Yahya had for me, I was readyyy! I turned away and clutched the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. Not a second later, I could see his reflection in the window standing from the bed. Off came his shirt in one swift motion as he walked, then I felt him slide up behind me. The chase was over. 

With his hands at my sides, I swayed to the hypnotizing melodies, savoring how good his bare skin felt next to mine. “I love this song.” I spoke quietly, fully entranced. My hands found their way to his, and the difference in size fucked me up even more. I was leading them around to where I needed them, when he latched onto the softness of my belly and started to move toward the window. I shuffled the short distance with him until I was standing directly in front of it. He eased his hold on me and grabbed my hand, placing it onto the glass a little above my head. I looked out over his backyard, wondering if any of his neighbors could see us. Part of me hoped someone could as he played around with the waist of my jeans, touching my skin in light whispers. He crept over to the button, undoing it, what felt to be, intentionally slow. My zipper came down at the same chilling pace. With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat. 

“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?” 

I scratched the glass with his hand still on top of mine, feeling his dick right against my ass. Flames flickered in the near-darkness, but, clearly, we were the hottest in the room. He moved my panties to the side and slipped through the flood until my clit was pounding into the tips of his fingers. A shy moan had barely made it past my lips when he sank them deep. I whimpered loudly, gripping his arm and bending my other hand into a fist, buckling under the pressure.

“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”

I didn't answer. I wasn’t even breathing. Despite me being highly inebriated, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.” 

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[mediocre-writerr]

are you real? [wanda maximoff]

summary: it’s been a long time since you were just two kids with an undeniable bound, falling further and further into some uncharted feelings; chapter 3 of ‘tis the damn season

warnings: explicit language, otherwise none?

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

part 1 / part 2 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

Winter Break - 11 years ago

You and Wanda fell into a simple routine the rest of winter break. You spent mornings on your front porch drinking hot chocolates and reading in a comfortable silence. Some days Pietro and the rest of the boys joined the two of you, but most of the time it was just you and her, and you weren’t complaining. 

Wanda and Pietro’s dad, despite being so busy at the Christmas tree farm that they owned, caught on fairly quickly that his children’s friend group earned another member. He showed up on our doorstep, Wanda right behind him, holding a large pot. A pot full of fresh paprikash, you didn’t know what it was, but Wanda quickly reassured you that it was the most delicious food you’d ever taste. As you looked at your parents compared to him, your parents were surprisingly young, not too much younger, but young. Yet, his smile was wide and youthful just like Wanda and Pietro’s. 

Your mom poured a glass of wine and the three adults sat out on the kitchen island chatting while the two of you eavesdropped from the couch. It was nothing too exciting, just your classic I’ll keep an eye on them, if she’s ever over. Your parents seemed to take quite a liking to the older man, “Well, maybe now we can get a discount on a fresh Christmas tree,” your mom jokes, causing your dad to chuckle. 

When you weren’t taking lessons on how to be a better ice skater, you were traveling not too far out of town to the slopes. Sam’s parents owned the small lodge up there, so some days you and the rest of the gang would hitch a ride with his parents and spend the whole day snowboarding. 

“I hope you can snowboard better than you can ice skate, Y/L/N,” Wanda nudged your shoulder as you waited in line for the chairlift. The rest of the boys in their own little world talking about some video game that just came out recently.

You let out a small scoff, “Excuse me, Ms. Maximoff, I for one happen to be actually pretty good at snowboarding. And you were pretty amazed at how better I gotten at ice skating yesterday,” 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she commented as the two of you got on the chairlift.

The two of you sit in a soft comfortable silence, before you break it, a random thought appearing in your head, “Hey Wanda?” she hums softly in response, “Why isn’t your mom around a lot?” 

You noticed the way her body goes stiff. She clears her throat, “Yeah, well, she’s dead, Y/N.” 

“Oh…I uh, I’m so sorry…” you drew out, not sure about what to say. You mentally face palmed yourself because you know that saying sorry is probably the last thing she wants to hear. 

“No, It’s okay. It happened a couple years ago, but besides my friends, kids at school still act weird about it. Probably because all of them still have both their parents. So, honestly, I’d rather take your questions than you being all weird about,” she reassures you, “Now are you ready to show me that you can actually snowboard?” she teases with a bright smile. 

I threw the goggles onto my face, strapped my feet into the board’s binding, and stared out at the monstrous slope. Your adrenaline was coursing through your veins faster than the speed of lightning, “Prepared to be amazed, Maximoff,” 

“I have learned that you’ll probably continue to amaze me, Y/L/N,” 

Wanda was fast becoming your favorite person. And you’re pretty sure she felt the same way. You and Wanda spent most of your time on the slopes or on the ice skating rink. On the days where the wind was too blistering, you’d hole up in your basement with the heater on full blast. You and Wanda would flop down on the gray sectional sofa with a mug full of hot chocolate and on occasions leftover paprikash or whatever Sokovian dish Oleg made the night before. Depending on the day, you’d either put on a movie or listen to records off your dad’s old record player. 

You’d take turns playing different movies or listening to different albums. But one day, she brought up the guitar that sat in the corner of the room. You took a bite of the paprikash to avoid answering about it, but it only caused her eyebrows to raise and a teasing smile on her lips, “You can play it, can’t you?” 

“I dabble,” you responded with a mouth full of food. 

“Play me something,” 

You’ve never played for anyone else before, always denying anyone’s request for any song whatever the occasion was. But for some reason, you just can’t say no to her. Setting the hot bowl onto the small coffee table in front of you, you grab the acoustic guitar, and bring it over to the couch. The brunette sits in front of you criss-cross applesauce with an excited smile on her face. 

The familiar chords flew off your fingertips with such ease and the soft words of you singing filled the room softly. Your heartbeat is racing a mile a minute, faster than it was when you were snowboarding down the hill with the risk of breaking a limb at any time, “Forever the name on my lips, just like our last.”

You finish singing with a breathy chuckle, “I started playing guitar right after Taylor Swift came out with Speak Now last year. I wanted to be just like her and that was the first song I’ve ever learned, but my mom was like you don’t understand the meaning of this song. But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it,” All she did was just smile at you, “What?” you ask.

“Are you even real?” she whispered with the brightest smile on her face. 

Winter Break - 9 years ago

The rest of eighth grade wasn’t too exciting. You adjusted to your new school with ease with help of your new friends, but especially Wanda. Your routine didn’t stop after winter break, your parents and Oleg would always joke, saying that if you found Wanda, Y/N wouldn’t be too far behind. 

Your first year of high school wasn’t anything special either. Except, the boys' voices were growing deeper and you and Wanda’s body were changing. Wanda came to your house crying one day because she went to use the bathroom and found blood staining her underwear. Oleg forgot to mention to her that that happens to girls sometimes, and practically begged your mom to teach her about it. And she did. Ever since that day going forward, your mom thought of Wanda as her second daughter. 

It was the first day of winter break. Surprisingly, the winter air wasn’t as cold as the last couple years. The lake still in its liquid form, the boys thought it would be the perfect time to introduce you to Westview’s age old tradition. You all cut through the trail between your guys’ properties, all the way to Steve’s house from school. A small little boat stood tied up to the dock. 

Wanda reached her hand out to help you, and a hot current of electricity buzzed from your fingers to your neck. 

What the hell was that?

Steve drove us a little north of the docks, passing by all the neighborhood docks and towards the other end of the lake, “This, Y/N, is Westview Point,” Bucky declared, helping Steve tie the boat to the small dock on the shoreline, “High school kids do this every year, if the lake isn’t frozen solid by winter break. Unfortunately, we couldn’t participate in our freshman year since the lake was already rock hard.”  

“It’s totally safe to jump. High school kids have been doing it for years,” Scott adds on. 

The boys start stripping down their many layers of clothing, but you were only focused on the tall cliff in front of you. The color from your face slowly fading, “You don’t have to,” Wanda reassures, “I’ll stay here with you.” 

“No it’s okay, I can do this.” You slowly started to strip out of your hoodie and sweatpants, your body being hit by the crisp winter wind that loomed around the small town. You slowly stopped in your place when you noticed Wanda stripping down to. She was wearing a dark red bikini and you were caught off guard by how stunning she looked. How have you not noticed it before? 

With a clear of your throat, you hopped off the boat, and you climbed the large cliff with Wanda right behind you. Each one of the boys, jumping into the freezing cold water down below. A chorus of screams and curses fell from their lips as they resurfaced, “Holy shit! That’s cold!” Sam yelled, “C’mon girls, don’t back out on us now!” 

Your stomach twisted, it was a lot higher up here than it actually looks, “You want to go back the way we came down?” she whispers to you softly, “You don’t have to prove anything to these guys. They’re stupid and will probably get pneumonia. But if you really want to do this, we’ll do it together. We’ll hold hands and we’ll jump together.” 

“Swear?” you ask, sticking your pinky up.

The brunette chuckled softly, interlocking your pinkies together, “Swear.” She let go of your hand for a split second before threading her fingers through yours, “Together,” 

You drop like an anvil falling out of the sky. It was an uncomfortable sensation at first. The freezing cold water felt like it was burning on your skin. You kicked up, breaking through the water, and letting out a chatter of curses. You and Wanda swim back to the boat, using the little ladder to haul yourselves up, while the boys run back towards the cliff to jump again. She wrapped you tightly in a towel, tucking you into it to try and keep you warm, before she even wrapped a towel around herself. 

Wanda wrapped the towel around herself before moving to sit next to the bench beside you, your thighs pressed together. The brunette stares at you intently, the green in her eyes suddenly becoming your favorite color, “Hold on, you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek,” Wanda’s freezing cold thumb finds your cheek, as the pads of it gently rub the eyelash off. Your eyes flicker down to her lips and the small little crease on the top lip. 

Well, this is a new feeling. 

“I got it,” she whispered, her breath warm against her chilly cheeks. 

Before you can even stop the words from falling from your mouth, they come out anyway, “Where are your freckles?” you whisper.

“The clouds have been covering the sky recently, so the sun hasn’t gotten a chance to bring them back out,” she shrugged, “Don’t worry though, they’ll be back. Honestly, I didn’t think anyone really paid attention to my freckles,” 

“I pay attention to everything about you, Wands,” 

Christmas is a big deal in Westview is what you’ve recently learned. So to signify Christmas coming soon, the very first day of winter break they have an impressive firework display for the small town. You and your friends stayed on the north end of the lake, sitting in the boat. Your hoodies snuggled close to your bodies, while eating some random snacks that you guys packed. 

Another boat pulled up next to us and you recognized some other kids from school: Valkyrie, Thor, Loki, T’Challa, Shuri, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, and Daisy Johnson. Scott warned that he invited some other kids from school, but you completely forgot after that moment with Wanda. Daisy smiled at you softly as she hopped onto Steve’s boat. 

You knew Daisy from your science class, she was your lab partner. She has short brown hair and these piercing brown eyes that you could get lost in. You could get lost in them, if you weren’t addicted to those god damn green eyes. You were always addicted to her, it’s just all becoming clearer now. 

Taking advantage of the darkening sky you watch over Wanda. She was listening to Thor rant about something that happened over the football season; a story that you’ve heard a million times. Her hair was naturally wavy and thick, and she kept having to tuck it behind her ear. Her lips were perfect and you caught yourself wondering if your lips would be like two puzzle pieces meeting for the very first time. You sit quietly at your revelation as she just nodded along to his story, the thought of her lips on your causing you to shiver. 

“Are you cold?” Daisy asks, breaking you away from your thoughts, and honestly you didn’t even notice her sitting next to you until now.

“A little bit,” you admitted. 

Wanda eyes trailed over to where you were sitting, and she watched as Daisy pulled her black hoodie off her body and passed it to you. It felt like a blade had stabbed through her heart, as she saw you throw it on. It struck her hard and out of nowhere, like the bust that hit Regina George, but she had no idea why the sight of you putting on Daisy’s sweatshirt made her want to puke. 

“You okay, Wanda?” Bucky asked, catching her staring wide at you and Daisy. 

Your eyes flew to Wanda's, staring at her curiously, “Oh yeah I’m fine!” 

“Can we please do something that does not involve Thor ranting about a story for the millionth time?” Valkyrie asks. 

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asked.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” There was a chorus of yes’s and sure’s running around the boat, “Alright perfect! Bucky, truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” he said with a smug smile on his face.

Valkyrie’s eyes glistened with mischief, “I dare you to kiss Steve,” 

“Ha, jokes on you, we do this every day.” Bucky quipped, as he took Steve’s face in his hands and gave him a big peck on the lips. 

The game went on just like that. A bunch of crazy dares and spilled  truths. Until it was Wanda’s turn again. Loki had a smug smirk on his face as she answered with dare, “Wanda, I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You feel your whole body stiffen and from right next to you, you could feel Daisy’s body stiffen slightly. Wanda’s piercing green eyes were staring daggers into Loki. There were a few tense moments where neither of them were backing down, “C’mon Wanda, it’s a game, it doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it is.”

“Fuck off, Loki,” she muttered, a rush of red rising past her neck and up her cheeks. 

You look down at your hands, your stomach lurching at the thought of her not wanting to kiss you, “Nice job guys, you embarrassed her.” Daisy pointed out, causing everyone’s eyes to snap to yours, “I’ll kiss her because Wanda won’t,”

Daisy leaned forward, taking my face into her soft hands, and moved her face closer to hers, “Is this okay?” she whispered, her lips inches away from yours. You didn’t know what to say, you wanted to kiss Wanda, but she flat out rejected you, so you nod because it’ll be a good distraction to take your mind off of her. Her lips were soft and warm and tasted of vanilla. Then it was over. She pulled back her lips still inches away from your face, “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do that.” 

“You snooze, you lose Wanda,” Loki shrugged, when Daisy finally pulled away far enough. Wanda watched you silently, her face still red, and you looked away, turning your head to the next person’s truth or dare. 

That was your first kiss, but your mind was still haunted by the fact that it wasn’t from Wanda, and she didn’t even want to kiss you, not even with a dare. 

Bucky’s gaze flew back and forth on the two of you, like a spectator at a tennis match. The fireworks started, booms echoing around the lake, and he watched as Wanda shot daggers into Daisy’s arm that was now wrapped around your shoulder to ‘keep you warm’. Bucky fell onto the bench next to Wanda, “Little Wanda has a crush,” he teased, only to get an elbow to the stomach to which he let out a small groan, “Yep, okay, I deserved that. But Wanda, if you want to be with her, you need to act fast, or someone else will.”

The first few days of winter break flew by in a flash. The kiss that didn’t happen wasn’t long forgotten from your mind, but neither of you brought it up, and you fell silent back into your easy routine. 

The truth was, you went on a couple dates with Daisy. A couple dinner dates to the local diner, but that was it. You mentioned it to Wanda once, but she never seemed keen about talking about it. 

You and Wanda sat in your basement, your dad’s vinyls playing softly around the room. You were fiddling with the strings of your guitar on the floor,  as Wanda just laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, “How are your dates with Daisy going?”

You froze, clearing your throat and finally coming to your senses, you started fiddling with the strings once more, “They’re okay, there’s not much to really say.” 

“Do you like her?” she asked. 

You shrugged, even though she was still staring up at the ceiling, “She’s okay. We’ve only been on two dates, so I wouldn’t say we’re itching to get hitched.” 

“You didn’t tell me about the second one.” 

“I didn’t think you would care and besides I like someone else more, so-” you trailed off. She never told you about her crushes, so why did it matter if you told her yours? 

Wanda tapped your shoulder with her foot, “I do care.”

There were a few soft knocks on your bedroom window, awaking you from your peaceful slumber. Snow piled onto the ground and fluffy piles, as Wanda stood outside bundled up in clothing, and a small wrapped gift in her hands. She gestured towards the front door and you quickly ran to the front door, your bare feet pattering softly against the cold wood floor, careful not to wake up your parents. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N!” she replied with a bright smile on her face. She places the present down on the small little coffee table outside, before wrapping her arms snuggly around you, just like she always would. You closed your eyes briefly, taking in her scent of vanilla, cinnamon,m and a slight smell of fresh Christmas trees.

You step out of the way, quickly letting her inside, when you notice how cold she actually was. The two of you settle onto the couch and she hands you two presents wrapped in this white wrapping paper with Christmas trees, and it was tied with a red ribbon. You opened the first one carefully, inside was a small wooden frame holding a photo of you two. The two of you were sitting on the ski lift, your snowboards attached to your feet, both squinting at the sun that was somehow brighter with the white snow, there was a shy smile on Wanda’s face and a toothy grin on yours. 

“I love this photo,” you whisper.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, before handing you the other present. It was slightly larger than the other one, but you don’t think anything can compare to the first one she gave you. You unwrapped the gift to find a record in it. Taylor Swift’s big flowy purple dress flashed in front of your eyes, “I know your dad’s collection of vinyls are lacking some Taylor Swift, so I found this at a thrift store a little closer to the city, and practically begged Dad to get it,” she shrugged.

“Wanda, I love it. Thank you,” you said, hugging the two presents close to your chest, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” 

You race upstairs to find your brown paper wrapped gift for Wanda, sitting on your desk. A dark green bow placed on top of the thick gift. You bit your lip as you watched her remove the bow, placing it on top of your head, causing the both of you to giggle. She tore off the paper and revealed the piles of HGTV magazines. 

She looked up at you with those green eyes and a soft smile sprayed across her face, “Definitely the best gift I got this year. I don’t have to open any of my other gifts because I know this one is the best.” 

You let out a sigh of relief, “Swear?” She took your extended pinky and intertwined it between the two of you. 

“Swear. You know, sometimes I think no one gets me the way you do,” she says, the pink on her cheeks deepening to maroon. Her eyes flicked down to your mouth and you leaned a tiny bit closer, “Do you ever get that feeling?”  

Your mouth felt dry and you subconsciously ran your tongue over your top lip. Her gaze followed its path, and you could see her swallow thickly, “Yeah,” you whisper, intertwining your already linked hands together, hoping that she would just get the message and kiss you already.

But she didn’t. It was as if someone snapped and her hypnosis wore off, “I don’t want to mess that up. Ever.” she whispered. 

The phone started ringing, “Do you mind getting that? I have to pee.” you tell her and she just nods, the both of you putting distance back between yourselves. When you came back from the bathroom, Wanda held the phone towards you, an unreadable look on her face, “Hello?” 

“Merry Christmas Y/N!” Daisy’s voice rings through your ear and your eyes flash towards Wanda’s. She busied herself with the kitchen, finding ingredients to make for you and your family for breakfast, “I just wanted to say hi and tomorrow night, a few of my friends are coming over as this late Christmas thing. I was wondering if you wanted to stop by and hang out with us?” 

Your eyes found Wanda’s who wasn’t making eye contact with you anymore, “Sure yeah,” 

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a great day!” 

“Thanks, you too. Merry Christmas.” 

Wanda found your guys’ mixing bowl and started whisking together some pancakes, which you gladly took over, so she could focus on the eggs and bacon, “Was that star volleyball player Daisy Johnson?” she teased, a smirk on her face, and you gave her a look. 

“Haha, very funny,” you tell her.

“You don’t seem very thrilled that she called or invited you out tomorrow.” She lifted her eyebrows in surprise.

“Well, like I told you before, I like some else more,” you continued whisking away at the pancake mix. 

“The same person?” she asked quietly and you just nodded in response, “Do they know?” 

You looked up at Wanda who was looking at you expectantly, and for a split second, you thought you saw a glimmer of hope flash in her eyes before her look became unreadable again, “I’m not sure,”

Before Wanda could respond, heavy footsteps came down the stairs and towards the kitchen, “Your mom owes me ten bucks,” your dad comments. 

“Why?” 

“I bet that Wanda would already be here. She thought I was wrong because it was Christmas morning, and I said ‘No one can separate those two, not even a family holiday,” He commented, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “Merry Christmas Y/N.” 

He weaved his way through the kitchen towards Wanda, pressing a kiss on top of her head as well. A sight that made your heart flutter by how much your parents take a liking to her, “And Merry Christmas Wanda.” 

Wanda’s face brightens with a wide smile, “Merry Christmas Mr. Y/L/N.” 

The next night you arrive at Daisy’s house and find her and her friends sitting in her basement. It was odd to say the least, you don’t usually hang out with other people besides your friend group. The rest of the seats were taken when you arrived, so you sat perched on the armrest of Daisy’s chair, but she pulled you onto her lap, wrapping an arm around your waist. Her thumb circled softly on her hips. 

Loki passed each of us a glass of whiskey and ice. It smelt strong, and you’ve never really drank before, only having a glass of wine with dinner when your mom and dad allow you too, “It’s okay, you don’t have to drank any, if you don’t want to,” Daisy reassured you, and you smiled gratefully at her. Her thumb continued to circle on your hips while the group just talked about random things. It was pretty tame considering it was a group of unsupervised teenagers and a bottle full of whisky. 

It was getting closer towards midnight, and you started to bid everyone their goodbyes, as you were cutting it close to curfew, “Wait, before you leave, there’s something I want to give you,” Daisy said, leading you towards her bedroom. She closed the door behind you and grabbed a small wrapped gift that sat on her desk, “It’s a late Christmas gift,” 

You unwrapped the lid to find a small velvet box inside. You lifted off the lid and inside was a silver necklace with her volleyball number clamped on it, “I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend,” she smiled, “And I thought what better way to make it official, than this,” 

“Wow…Daisy, I uh, I don’t want to say,” you stammered. 

“You can think about it, but I want you to know that I really do like you.” She put her hand on your hips and gently pulled you towards her, bringing her lips down onto yours. They were soft as she moved them gently over her mouth. She pulled back just enough to look softly into your eyes, “I really really like you.” She whispered, kissing you once more, and you closed your eyes with the images of Wanda flashing through your mind. 

It's New Year’s Eve Eve and you still haven’t given Daisy an answer and you avoided talking to Wanda about it. Your parents left for the holiday, your mother having this big professor’s gala back in New York City, so you decided to stay back, your parents only approving when Oleg reassured that he’d be over to check by every so often. 

You heated up some leftover food that Oleg dropped off for you and threw on a horror film. Wanda was out helping her dad close up the Christmas tree lot, while Pietro and the rest of the boys were stuck up in Sam’s cabin due to the too icy roads to get back down the mountain. It was a terrible decision to watch a horror film alone, you could barely watch Coraline without getting frightened. Even reruns of Friends couldn’t shake the fear in your bones. A knock at your door startled you as you slowly crept towards it, you saw Wanda standing out there, “Oh thank God you’re here!” you exclaimed when you opened the door, “Can you stay with me tonight? I watched a scary movie by myself which was a terrible idea,” 

“Woah, slow down, I was already planning on staying with you. There’s no need to fear,” she reassured you. 

The two of you started getting ready for bed. Wanda folded back your gray plaid comforter and climbed in. You and Wanda had plenty of sleepovers before, but somehow this felt different. You didn’t know if you should face toward her, away from her, lie face up staring at the ceiling you weren’t sure. But you just opted for the safe choice of lying flat on your back. There were soft moments of silence before she broke it.

“Y/N?” she asked, and you rolled onto your side. You could barely make out the shape of her body, “Do you have a thing with Daisy?” 

“Um, I don’t know. We’ve kissed a few times and she asked me to be her girlfriend, but there’s no label on it,” 

“Do you want there to be?” she asked.

You paused for a second, “No,” 

“Why not?” she pushed and you could feel her green eyes bore into you, but you didn’t reply, you just stayed silent, staring into the pitch black darkness, “Why aren’t you making it official with her?” 

“Because I’d rather be with someone else,” you blurted, immediately wanting the world to swallow you whole. 

“Who?” She asked as adrenaline filled your veins like some type of drug. She placed her hand along your waist, squeezing it softly, and you wondered if she could hear how fast your heart was racing, “Who, Y/N?” 

You let out a soft huff, “Don’t make me tell you,” you said softly, and you could feel Wanda turn to face you. Her nose pressed against yours.

“Please tell me,” she pleaded.

You swallowed thickly, “I think you know,” 

She stayed silent, but you could feel her inch closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. Her mouth was now inches away from yours, as her thumb rubbed small circles along your hip. Daisy did this, but this time it felt right, “I just want to be sure, that this, us, what we’re feeling is real. I want to be sure that I didn’t make this up.” 

You closed your eyes, letting the words fall softly from your mouth, “I’d rather be with you,” 

As soon as the phrase left your mouth, her lips were instantly on yours. It felt like honey and tasted like cinnamon. Just as quickly as her lips were on yours, she pulled back and pressed her forehead against yours, “You don’t know how badly I wanted to hear you say that,” 

“Why didn’t you kiss me that night of truth or dare?” you whispered.

She let out a soft sigh, “Because I was just realizing my feelings for you and I wanted to do this right. I didn’t want our first kiss to become of some dare. I want to do this right.” She closed the gap between us, kissing you deeply, which caused you to whimper, “Thank God this is real,”

#wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #'tis the damn season

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Passive (2) | Billy Hargrove

- Stranger Things

- Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

- x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫

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𖥻 original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’

𖥻 no connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 1.9k words

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A week had passed, and at least 3 days Billy had driven drive me home or too school. I’d spend the short drive chatting with Max, I liked her a lot she was a very cool kid. What I didn’t enjoy however was Billy’s often reckless driving, and the stares i’d get as people watched me going to and from his car.

“Bye Max” I smile at the young girl as she drops her skateboard, the girl waves and pushes off towards the middle school. Tucking my hands in my pockets, I walked into the school, finding my way to my locker on muscle memory as I manoeuvred though the crowd. Grabbing all my stuff I keep my head down and go to biology.

Billy looks up as I walk in, nodding his head before looking at Tommy H. “Move”

“What?” Tommy forced out laughter, visibly confused.

“You’re in her seat”

“Sorry” I sigh, awkwardly rocking back and fourth on my heels as I stand by the table. Tommy moves, sitting in the seat next to his lab partner and allowing me to sit in my regular spot.

“Hey”

“I saw you less than 3 minutes ago” Rolling my eyes, I pull out my notebook and a pen. Drawing spirals on a blank page and waiting for the lesson to start.

“You have to say ‘hey’ back, it’s considered rude to not reply”

I snapped my attention to him. He, of all people, was telling me about being rude? He was in desperate need of a reality check if he thought me ignoring him was ruder than practically everything he did. I was revving up to kick him in the shin when Mrs Green walked in and started our lesson.

Billy stared at me as I began doing my- our work. “Stop looking at me” I frown, he raised an eyebrow, putting his elbow on the table so he could hold his head up as he waited patiently. “Hey” I sighed, defeated.

Billy smiled, grabbing a pen and twirling it in his hand as he mindlessly read what was on the whiteboard.

“What kind of music do you like?” He asked, dropping the pen and turning his seat so he was facing me. His knees spread apart, arms folded across his chest, and leaned back against the chair.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because”

I looked at him in my peripheral vision, rolling my eyes and biting the inside of my cheek in a moment of thought. “Same as you, I guess”

“You guess?”

“Music, Billy, I like music. Don’t bug me about if i prefer… Mötley Crüe to Duran Duran” I wave my hand, trying to dismiss the conversation.

He nods, watching as I go back to taking notes. “But you do prefer Motley right? I heard you listening to them the other day” Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked at him, turning in my seat so I could face him completely. “You should really close your curtains if you’re going to dance in your bedroom without wanting me to see it”

“Don’t look in my bedroom window, it’s that easy. Freak”

Billy chuckled, leaning forward so he was a few inches from my face “Yeah. Maybe I am a freak, but I think you’d like it” I opened my mouth, about to respond saying that he was deliberately twisting my words to make then sound sexual.

“Billy, Y/N. This is not your lunch break, back to work” Mrs Green told us off, shaking her head as she continued to write on the board.

Swiftly, Billy grabbed a sheet of paper, moving his seat so he was sat normally at the desk and began scribbling down what was on the board. I blinked a few times before turning and continuing.

As soon as Mrs Green looked away Billy stopped writing and just started drawing shapes on his page to keep himself busy. Sighing to himself, Billy moved his arm and touched his elbow against mine. I froze for a moment, my brain seemed to stop functioning as I looked at his arm for a second before moving away.

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I ignored Billy as I left school, taking a seat on the bus and blankly staring out the window the whole ride home. It was easy to tune out the loud noises my classmates made, my mind was too preoccupied.

Billy being actually nice to me had thrown me off my game.

As I stepped off the bus, I adjusted my backpack strap and Billy jogged down the footpath. Tucking his hands in his pockets as he got to my mailbox.

“Yes?” I asked, confused, glancing over my shoulder to look at some of the people in the bus that were looking out the window at us.

He smirked “Got you so worked up you couldn’t spend another minute with me without throwing yourself at me today, didn’t i?”

The bus started to pull away and I scoffed, looking at Billy unimpressed. “Oh of course, i’ve had nothing but you on my mind all day”

“Really?”

“No!” I groan, turning away from him and starting to walk up my driveway. Billy followed after me quickly, and I spun to point at him as I pulled open the front door “Down boy. Sit. Stay.”

“If you’re going to treat me like a dog you could at least call me a good boy”

“You have to be good for that”

“Do I get in trouble if i’m bad?” He leaned against the doorway and I stared at him for a second before just pushing the door shut in his face.

Going to my room, I put my backpack on my bed and pulled the hair tie off my wrist so I could tie my hair back, looking out my window and seeing Billy standing on the lawn still.

He waved as he recognised that I had spotted him, and in response I pulled my curtains closed, falling back on my bed and sighing in frustration.

“Stop it.” I reprimand myself “He’s not even that cute”

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Saturday. The best day of the week with nobody but me in the house.

Stretching in bed, I debated on if I wanted to stay here just a little longer or get up and grab something to eat. It was 11am and my stomach had woken me up.

Dragging a blanket with me, I happily made my way to the kitchen, I turned on the television and danced around in my pyjamas as I poured cereal into a bowl.

“I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation” I sang quietly, putting bread in the toaster “Living in the past, it's a new generation”

Pouring in milk and then eating a spoonful, the toaster popped and I continued to sing as I buttered one of the pieces

“A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do” A knock at the door caught me off guard and I groaned, quickly running my hands through my hair and grabbing the buttered toast. “An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation”

Biting into the toast and holding it between my teeth, I wiped my hands on my pants and pulled the door open. Billy turned his head to me, leaning against the doorframe and a slow smirk appearing on his face.

“Good morning”

He reached forward, grabbing the toast out of my mouth and leaving my flabbergasted. I chewed the bite of toast in my mouth as he shrugged and took a bite.

“What are you doing here?” And why were you taking the food right out of my mouth

“Is it so strange that I want to spend time with you, gorgeous?”

“Yes, actually” I crossed my arms over my stomach, remembering that this shirt was a little cropped and my midriff was exposed.

He took another bite of the toast, pushing off the doorframe and walking right into my house without an invitation “You just wake up?” He asked, looking around. He looked at a picture of me as kid on the wall and pointed to the frame “You were cute, what happened?”

“You can’t just want into my home and tell me I got uglier”

“Never said that” He shrugged “Said you were cute, called you gorgeous not even a minute ago. You got hearing issues or something?”

Dumbfounded, I dropped my hands to my sides and stood there. Staring at him as he continued looking around.

He picked my blanket off the floor as he finished the toast, draping it over the back of the couch before taking a seat and looking at what was playing on the tv.

“Are you going to close the door?” He said after a minute, bringing me back to earth. I closed the front door and moved, turning off the tv and standing in front of it.

“I’m trying to enjoy my day”

“You’ll enjoy it more with me” He grinned,. patting the seat beside him. “I know it, Y/N”

“You don’t even know me”

“So?” From his face, I could tell he was getting annoyed and trying to hide it “I’m trying to”

Oh. Was he angry that I wasn’t letting him try to be my friend? I don’t know how long I stood there in deep thought, but Billy had quirked his head to the side and a small dirty blonde ringlet of hair slid across his forehead slowly.

“Fine” I huff, feigning aggravation. Billy smiles and i take a seat on the couch, leaving a space big enough for another person between us. “Do you want to just watch a movie?”

“Let's play spin the bottle” He offers

Rolling me eyes, an action I found myself doing often when in his company, I pursed my lips and shook my head at him “There's only two of us”

“So you're saying it would be easier if we just made out?” He raised an eyebrow, putting one hand on the back of the couch and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“No, i'm saying i'm not playing your games”

“But I know you want to kiss me. I can tell” He seemed so sure of himself, as if me not throwing him out of the house immediately was confirmation enough that I was having conflicting feelings about him lately.

“Sure you can” I say sarcastically “How exactly can you 'tell'?”

“It’s in your eyes. Your breathing pattern changes when i get close enough.” He moved forward, staring deeply into my eyes only a few inches from my face as if he could see my soul and I tried to look anywhere but his face. “And I don't think you noticed, but you're balling your fists pretty tight”

I looked down at my lap, and sure enough, I had gathered the fabric of my pyjama pants in little clumps. I released my first and cleared my throat, looking back up at him, right in the eyes the time so he wouldn’t get the better of me.

“That's because i'm annoyed you're getting in my personal space” I force myself to scoff at him, sinking slighting into the couch.

“Okay, and if I do this you're still annoyed?” Billy used his hand to move a piece of my unbrushed hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear carefully. His hand lingered, slowly trailing down my neck as he pulled his hand away.

“Yes” I said defensively, hoping he couldn’t hear the little voice in my head that was definitely screaming.

“Uh huh” He nodded, moving back to his original sitting position. “Got anything else to eat?”

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to be continued…

- new read billy’s retelling here!

tags: @im-julessssss @m-rae23 @moonie-brbs @iamaslutforcoffee (great username by the way) @kenny-power @billy-hargroves-wife @maackiimoo + i can’t reply to comments sorry, if you comment for part 3 you’ll be tagged !

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Like The Stars Pt. 3

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, sex lessons au, friends to lovers

Word Count: ~8,2k

Includes: high school seniors (everyone is legal of age); canon bisexual mc; side characters donghyuck, renjun, and karina; profanities; obviously, sex lessons; kind of a slow burn; mc is not as oblivious and innocent anymore?; does mc unconsciously have praise kink? she might; protected sex!!

Summary: you'd had a crush on renjun for as long as you could remember, but your lack of experience always stopped you from taking the first step; it's a good thing you have your trusted friend jaemin to help you out

Author's note: i’d like to use the moment to say that pt.1 is already at 1000+ and pt.2 is at 500+ and i really wanna thank all of you for reading so far! it means so much that so many people like it and that there are so many of you that keep up with the story, i hope that you will enjoy this one too !! <33 on a lighter note tho, time is relative so once again, pretend you understand the time skips plz

“Princess, let’s go on a date.”

You’d been on the phone with Jaemin for the past half an hour, discussing an imaginary future where the world was ruled by dogs and arguing which breeds would hold the highest positions. The sudden drop of such a question was enough to have your brain short-circuiting for a second until you realized the meaning of the words.

“A date?” you asked, still too dumbfounded to respond. 

“Yeah, a date,” he repeated with a soft chuckle but you could hear a slight awkwardness in the sound. Something in your chest fluttered. “We’ve literally been having sex for like three months now, might as well go on an official date or something.”

It sounded like it made sense. And at the same time, it absolutely didn’t. Your sex lessons with Jaemin had nothing to do with romance and feelings, and while you did start hanging out a lot because of them, an actual date really sounded way too distant from the nature of your relationship. 

But then your mind took a turn towards the warmth that spread in your chest every time he complimented you, the way you looked forward to any and every moment you could spend with him alone, the way you’d started seeing him differently - he was not just one of your best friends anymore, in the sense that he meant more. Suddenly, a suspicion started growing in you at that realization.

“Y/N? You still there? You can just say no, y’know…” Jaemin coughed awkwardly on the other side of the line. 

“Okay, let’s do it,” you said instead. 

“Wait-” Jaemin sounded genuinely surprised, and honestly you were too. “Are you for real?” he asked and you couldn’t help but think that his voice sounded hopeful. 

“Yeah, sure, I’m up for that,” you confirmed, nibbling on your lower lip. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Just stay where you are,” he said, a bit too obviously excited. The thought made the unfamiliar fluttering in your chest appear again. “I’ll come get you in, like, an hour.”

Next thing you knew, the call had dropped. You stared at the screen of your phone for a moment as the call screen disappeared and made way to your home screen. A photo of you and Jaemin. He’d been the one to take it, in celebration of putting up all the stars on your wall and he’d also been the one to set it as your wallpaper but you never thought of changing it. Looking at his smile made you happy every time you unlocked your phone. 

Maybe that’s something you should have realized sooner.

Your mind was buzzing as you got ready for your date with Jaemin. You were supposed to be in love with Renjun, so why was this date with Jaemin making you so nervously excited? You tried to imagine what it would be like if you were going out with Renjun instead but for some reason that didn’t feel right.

Deciding you should owe it to the fact that they are two different people and it felt unfair to spend a whole day with someone while imagining what it would be like to be with another person, you finished up picking your outfit and waited for Jaemin to arrive. 

“Pretty flowers for a pretty girl?” Jaemin grinned as you opened the door. Your gaze shifted down to a bouquet in his outstretched arm. 

“Daisies?” you raised your eyebrows, chucking. “I do appreciate the uniqueness but that’s kind of an odd choice, no?”

“Yeah, uh,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and chuckled, “a granny on the street gave them to me and she was so sweet I just couldn’t say no.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh softly as you took the small bouquet from him and brought it inside to put in a vase. You could easily believe the grandma story, but a little part of you melted at the idea that maybe he could have actually gotten out of his way to get you flowers. You did your best to disregard the thought for the time being and walked out again.

“So where are we going exactly, Romeo?” you asked, hooking your arm around his with a smile. 

“Does it have to be Romeo exactly?” he asked, sounding a little concerned. “I don’t really feel like dying yet.”

“Sure, sure, be whoever you want,” you shook your head dismissively, in a quite childish manner honestly. “I just wanna know what we’re doing today.”

“You’ll see soon enough,” he smiled and you whined in response. “Come on, it’s not like I could come up with anything that spectacular on the spot, at least let me have the element of surprise with it.” 

“First of all, don’t act like I’ve not been a witness to the extent to which you’re willing to go to impress a girl you like,” you huffed, trying to cross your arms despite the fact that they were still wrapped around one of his. “And sure, this may be a kinda-not-really-a-date date but I will be genuinely offended if you just took me to the convenience store and got me a lollipop or something.”

“Well shit, can we go sit on that bench over there, I need to come up with a new date idea real quick,” he grinned and you hated the fact that you almost believed he could have been planning to do just that. “Relax, it’s at least a little bit better than that.”

You couldn’t make up your mind on whether that sounded reassuring or not. You decided to just trust him for now. With a quiet huff, you unwrapped your arms from his and instead decided on intertwining your fingers with his, which earned you a surprised glance and a sweet smile as his hold on your hand tightened. Some goddamn butterflies in your stomach seemed to come alive at that. 

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The walk seemed both too long for your curiosity, and yet quite short once you reached your supposed destination - one of the city parks. 

“I didn’t know there’s a fair going on here,” you said as you took in the stalls offering anything from sweet corn to trinkets and games like duck fishing and shooting. There was even a carousel and a small Ferris wheel. 

“Yeah, I found out randomly and I thought you might like it so I really wanted to bring you here,” Jaemin smiled. Then his smile seemed to waver a little as he added: “Of course, if you completely hate it and that was a dumb idea, we can do something else instead…”

You quickly shook your head and looked at him, eyes shining as you smiled. 

“No, it’s perfect,” you reassured him. “I haven’t been to one of these in a while, let’s go look around!” 

The first stop you dragged Jaemin to was a cotton candy stall. You watched with almost child-like fascination as the owner rolled the cotton into a blue flower for the kid in line before you, bouncing a little on your heels excitedly. 

“Which color do you want, princess?” Jaemin asked as your turn came and he pulled out his wallet. You would have argued but you knew there wasn’t much of a point with him. 

“Pink,” you said instead, a smile curving your lips when the stall owner started working on your cotton candy. 

Soon enough you were holding a pink flower in your hand, munching cheerfully on the sugary treat. Jaemin led you as you walked around and looked at what every stand had to offer. You did end up buying a cute bracelet from a really kind lady and matching rings for you and Jaemin because you wanted to “have a memory of your kinda-not-really-a-date date”. It’s not like he tried to argue anyway. 

Instead, once you two had walked away from the stall, he dragged you to the side of the alley and stopped you there. 

“Remember that Polaroid camera you guys got me two years ago?” he asked and you nodded. “Since I rarely have the chance to use it, I actually brought it today. So let’s make some memories, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you beamed and he took the small device out of his backpack, snapping a quick picture of your intertwined fingers and the rings on them. “Take one of the cotton candy too while it still looks pretty!” you prompted excitedly and he obliged with a soft chuckle. 

With the camera in his hand, he started pulling you around to take more and more photos of you and you had to literally steal it from him so that you could take a few of him as well. You did also take a couple of photos together: one taken by a lady passing by and one he took of the two of you. 

Somehow, you ended up in front of a shooting game stall. Your eyes glided over the prizes offered and stopped on a big stuffed bunny. 

“Look, it looks just like you,” you giggled, pointing at the toy. Jaemin followed your finger and smiled.

“How about I win it for you?” he raised his eyebrows. 

“Can you?” you laughed. “You’ve never even been in the same room as a gun before.” 

“So? You doubt my abilities to win a toy for you?” he asked, sounding almost offended if it wasn’t for the smile still curving his lips prettily. 

“I know better than to underestimate Na Jaemin,” you rolled your eyes. “But you can’t just be good at everything from the first try, you know.” 

Jaemin scoffed at your words. With a determination you rarely saw in him, he placed his things on the counter and paid the man behind the counter for one game. 

“How many points do I need for the bunny?” he asked seriously. 

“120 in total or three of those rabbit targets,” the man chuckled. He’d witnessed your conversation and he seemed entertained by it. 

Briefly, he explained how many points each target brought and Jaemin took upon his task. Surprisingly enough, he was doing quite well. He didn’t go for the rabbits, but five shots later, he hadn’t missed a single one. Setting the gun down, he looked at the man expectantly. 

“110, my boy,” he shook his head. 

“What do you mean 110?!” Jaemin widened his eyes in surprise. “I shot them all!” 

“Yeah, you got three times thirty and two tens,” the man explained patiently. 

“No, no, you said that those were 15 points each!” the boy argued and you could see him getting frustrated. You glanced at the man again. 

“He said that the ones above them are 15 points, Nana, you must have misunderstood,” you said. Bringing a smile on your face, you added: “It’s okay, I told you you can’t make it, let me be right this once, okay?” 

“But…” You could see the pout forming on his face and you couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “I wanted to get it for you…” 

“Tell you what, son,” the man spoke up again. “Since no one else is in line right now, I’ll give you one extra shot. If you can get one of the rabbits, I’ll give you the bunny.” 

Jaemin’s face lit up at that as he nodded quickly and picked up the gun again. You couldn’t miss the tension in his body as he aimed for what seemed like ages. When he finally took the shot, you were almost anxious to check the result.

He’d shot the rabbit in the center. The victorious shout from his side told you as much about the achievement. He turned to you, a radiant smile on his lips which you couldn’t help but return. The stall owner went to get the stuffed bunny. 

“You should keep him, kid,” he said as he handed you the toy, winking conspiratorially to you. “He looks like he might be for real.” 

You felt heat rush to your face as you took the plushie and hugged it tightly to your chest. You glanced at Jaemin at found him holding the polaroid towards you. A photo rolled out of the device a moment later. 

“Sorry, you just looked adorable,” he grinned at your accusing glare. “Told you I can win.”

“Only because you got a bonus shot,” you rolled your eyes, yet your eyes drifted down to the toy and a smile grew on your lips. “Thank you.” 

Jaemin returned your smile and reached over to take your hand again as the two of you waved goodbye to the stall owner and walked away. A soft silence fell between you. Your thoughts drifted away to the thumping of your heart as you thought about the way he was squeezing your hand gently and the soft toy in your other hand. How different from before it felt and how similar it was to the way you felt about Renjun. Which was really weird to think about, because you could almost swear that thinking of Renjun at the moment did not make you feel the same way.

“Is there anything else you’d wanna do, princess?” he spoke up suddenly, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him again, and it felt like you looked for the first time. The realization almost startled the air out of your lungs.

“We’ve been here for quite a while,” you said, nibbling on your lower lip. It was true, not that you minded. “How about we go get a drink from over there and head home?” you offered and he nodded, leading you to the nearby coffee booth. 

The walk to your house felt much shorter than the one from it, perhaps because you didn't really wanna go home so it could only come too quickly. And indeed too soon you found yourself at the front door of your house. You turned to look at Jaemin. 

“Thank you for today,” he said, surprising you. He smiled at your expression and reached up to ruffle your hair. “I had fun so thanks for actually taking me up on the idea.”

“Oh, no, yeah,” you chuckled. “I had fun too, and I got a new plushie. His name is Nana by the way.”

“Oh what, really?” he gasped in fake surprise, bringing a hand to his chest for a bigger effect. “I can’t imagine how you thought of that!”

You giggled, hitting his arm lightly and he laughed in response. Then you bit your lip for a second, before taking an impulsive decision to lean up and press your lips against his. That seemed to startle him as he gaped as you pulled away. You could see red covering his ears. 

“What, we just went on a date, can I not do that?” you teased, giggling again at his flustered expression. “Come on, it’s not even our first kiss.”

“You…” He stared at you for a moment, maybe fighting his embarrassment or whatever else he was feeling, before finally smiling calmly again. “Thank you for the great date, Y/N. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” 

With those words, he leaned over to peck your lips softly and then walked away.

~

That Saturday you found yourself reminiscing about the carnival visit, curled up in your bed, and looking through the numerous Polaroid photos you two had taken. Jaemin had given you half of them, ‘as is only fair’ and you were trying to pick which ones to put up on your memory board and which ones to keep somewhere safe. 

There were multiple photos where it was just you. Happily smiling, laughing, sometimes in the middle of saying something or eating cotton candy. It was all due to the fact that he never warned you that he was taking a photo, of course, but there was the undeniable fact that you couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun without another care in the world. 

Then there were the photos you’d taken of him. He’d said he was giving all of them to you. They weren’t as natural as yours were - mainly because you had to specifically take the camera from him every time you wanted to take one - but despite that his smile was bright and genuine. And there was an… unusual glow in his eyes. It felt like he hadn’t been looking at the camera but at you. And like he was still looking through the photo at you. The clenching in your stomach came back so you quickly put the photo you were looking at away. 

He’d also given you the photo of your hands with the rings and one of the two of you that the random lady had taken. On it, you were clinging onto his side, while his arm wrapped around your waist and held you close. You were leaning onto him and his smile was halfway buried in your hair as if he was a second away from pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

The two photos right next to each other left a sweet taste in your mouth. It felt like they were real. It felt like your kinda-not-really-a-date date had been… well, really a date. You couldn’t help but think back to the afternoon you’d spent together, the bubbling excitement in your chest when you were with him and the warmth you felt whenever he smiled at you. 

Your eyes traveled over to your bed where Bunny Nana was comfortably nestled between your pillows. You’d hardly let go of it for the first couple of days since the date. And it’d been your faithful companion for a good night’s sleep throughout the whole week. A small smile curved your lips. 

Turning your gaze back onto the photos, you reached out and picked up one of the photos with only Jaemin on it. Your favorite one. As your fingers traced his face on it, you reached a painful conclusion - your feelings had irreversibly changed. 

You couldn’t tell when. You pushed your brain and you couldn’t come up with any recollection of it happening. And you could swear you hadn’t meant for it to happen.

But you were in love with Jaemin. 

In all honesty, the realization scared you. It scared you when you compared it to what you felt towards Renjun - it had the same bittersweet taste, yet this time felt like so much more. It scared you as you realized that what you’d felt towards Renjun was not there anymore - he was one of your best friends and you didn’t wish him to be anything else anymore. But mostly, it scared you as you realized what you’d brought upon yourself. 

Perhaps this was what Hyuck had tried to warn you about. But you hadn’t fallen for Jaemin because of the sex lessons. You’d fallen for him because he was sweet and caring to you, because he always made sure you were okay, because of the way he always knew how to brighten your day. Because you’d allowed yourself to see him, instead of focusing only on Renjun. As you remembered all the times you’d been together, the little jokes, the shared comforting cuddles as you watched a dumb movie or talked about just anything, the stolen pecks whenever you could excuse them, you couldn’t help but realize how oblivious you’d been to your own heart. 

And that same heart was now thumping in your chest, both exhilarated by the freedom that awareness brought, and terrified of the mess lying ahead of you. 

Because you were closer to Jaemin than you’d ever been to Renjun, and because your feelings were apparently stronger this time, and because you weren’t sure whether you’d manage acting oblivious about them when you were not anymore. 

Because you were terrified of ruining what you had with Jaemin, but it was all your fault for starting the whole thing to begin with. 

~

“Have you and Hyuck had sex already?” you asked, eyes fixed on the ceiling in Karina’s bedroom. The girl looked up from her eyeshadow palette and raised a questioning eyebrow at you. 

“Yeah, we have,”  she answered directly. “Why?” 

“How long did it take you? Like, after you got together, I know that it took you ages to get to that point,” you chuckled. 

“Well, that depends,” your best friend laughed, setting down her makeup brush as she walked over to sit down next to you on the bed. “If you count just messing around a little, we’d been doing that since a long time back.” You couldn’t help the surprised gasp that escaped your lips to which Karina just rolled her eyes jokingly. “But if you mean, like, going all the way or whatever, it didn’t happen right away.” 

You hummed, nibbling on your lower lip. You were overthinking the amount of time you’d been stalling with Jaemin. Especially after your recent revelation. 

“Is this about Renjun again?” Karina asked, taking your hand with a concerned look in her eyes. “Still worried about your lack of experience?”

“Yeah,” you lied almost too easily. You trusted your best friend with your whole heart, but you did not feel ready to open up about everything that had been going on. You hoped she’d forgive you for hiding it from her. 

“Babe, he’s known you for years,” she said gently, squeezing your hand. “If your lack of experience can be a breaking point for him, then he’s not the right one for you. Plus, corruption kink is a thing, you know.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“It’s not only that, Rina,” you muttered, hugging one of her fluffy pillows. “I’m still scared of what it’s gonna be like. What if the moment comes but I’m too scared to do it? Or what if I keep waiting for ‘the right time’ but it never comes? What if he’s okay with waiting for me but I ruin everything because I’m too self-conscious?” 

“Y/N,” she chuckled softly. “All those ‘what if’s are in your head. What if he’s happy to just have you by his side? What if he wants you to feel comfortable with him rather than just get it over with?” 

You bit your lips, thinking over her words. Of course, she was thinking about you in a potential relationship with Renjun, but you were thinking about how many different ways there were for you to ruin things with Jaemin. Yeah, to him it was just about helping you learn. But you guessed he was expecting that at some point he’d fuck you, and that was something he had made clear he’d like to do, even that he’d thought about it. And, well, he probably wouldn’t have agreed if that weren’t the case. What if he was disappointed that you kept stalling? Yeah, he’d never even hinted at that, but… 

You’d also thought about telling off the deal. Not because you didn’t want to go through with it, you actually wanted to do it more than when you had initially. And that was dangerous. What if it became impossible to hold back once you’d slept with him? But then again, how do you explain why you wanna give up the lessons halfway without lying but also without telling the truth? 

“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” Karina pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked at her, pouting at being caught. “Listen, do you remember how it was the first time you were with a girl?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling a bit at the memory. “We were both so lost and I was terrified of doing something wrong.” 

“And did you do something wrong?” she prompted.

“Probably,” you laughed a little. “But it got easier after that. I felt comfortable with her.”

“Exactly,” Karina winked at you and grinned. “Whether it’s Renjun that you get to be with or not, this is something that you’ll be able to talk about, and you’ll know how far you wanna go and when. Just go with what feels right to you. If it makes you feel better, I was anxious too the first time Donghyuck and I had sex. And for all his big talk, he was just as anxious.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled at her gratefully. You did feel a bit better. There was still a lot you couldn’t talk to her about, but even so, she’d managed to reassure you. 

“Of course,” she waved her hand in an ‘it’s nothing’ gesture. “Now, you can repay me by helping me with my eyeliner.”

~

You’d made up your mind. Your talk with Karina had made you reach a conclusion and you were going to stick with it before you ended up overthinking again and convincing yourself against it. 

“Nana, you’re home, right?” you asked over the phone, a little breathless from the fast walking.

“Yeah, why?” the boy on the other side asked, confused by your sudden call. 

“Can you come down and open the door please?” 

“I’ll come in a second,” he said quickly, and indeed a moment later, he was opening the door for you, a worried look in his eyes. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?” 

You couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping you as you nodded in confirmation and walked inside. 

“Yes, everything’s fine, I just…” you started, then bit your lips as you searched for the right words. When you didn’t find them, you reached into your handbag and pulled out your most recent purchase, handing it to him. 

He stared at your outstretched hand for a long moment, before looking up at your face again, eyebrows raised in question. You weren’t sure what to say so you just stood there for a while, hoping he’d speak up sooner or later. His eyes fell again to the condom in your hand and he laughed voicelessly. 

“And here I thought something bad had happened to you,” he said finally, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind him. 

“Sorry,” you chuckled a little awkwardly. “I just wanted to get here before I change my mind.” 

Your eyes drifted away from him, heart beating loudly in your ears and you briefly wondered if the tension in your body was concealed or if he could see the shaking of your hands. 

“Of course, if it’s a bad time, I can go…” you said quickly, realizing that you’d just appeared out of nowhere without a warning. 

“No, no, it’s as good a time as any,” he said in what you supposed was meant to be a reassuring tone. Yet you either imagined or caught a slight nervousness in his voice. “Come, let’s go upstairs.”

You knew the way to his bedroom with your eyes closed by now. The familiarity of the place did not, however, take off the edge of tension. When you entered, he didn’t sit down. Instead, he looked at you with serious eyes. 

“Princess, if I’m understanding right, you’re here because you want me to have sex with you,” he started, pausing to give you time to disagree. You didn’t. “Are you sure about it?” 

“Yes, I am,” you nodded. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I want to do it. The more I let myself worry, the more I’ll stall.” 

“And you’re sure that you’re ready?” he asked again, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms gently around your waist. “I promised to help you and I will, but you know that I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something like this.”

“I know, Jaem,” you said, barely hearing your voice yourself. A confession was almost on your lips, but you’d already prepared what you could say to him instead. “Yes, I’m anxious, but I trust you. I’ve thought about this enough to know that I want to do it with you.”

“Okay,” he responded softly, a small smile curving his lips. “Let me know if you change your mind at any point.” 

All it took was a nod from you and his lips were pressed against yours. It started slow, almost as if both of you were just savoring the moment and you loved it. Then he took a step back to his bed, pulling you with him.

Before you had time to think about it, you were sitting in his lap, legs on both sides of his. Your fingers buried in his hair and his hands gripping onto your sides almost desperately. You rolled your hips down and he pulled away from the kiss to groan quietly, then pressed his lips against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin. You let out a shaky breath and leaned your head to the side. When he pulled away, your eyes met and you felt an excited shiver run down your spine. 

“Princess, can I take off your clothes?” he asked, a reassuring smile curving his lips. “And I’m gonna need to hear you on this, okay?”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, but leaned down to peck his lips. 

“Okay,” you agreed as you looked at him again. “Yes, you can, and if it’s okay, take yours off as well, please.” 

You had just a second to register his pleased smile before he started undressing you. His fingers started swiftly working on pulling off your top and then followed your shorts, leaving you in a mismatched white lacy bra and panties with kittens. An amused chuckle left his lips and he smirked at you teasingly. 

“Listen, I wasn’t planning on this when I was getting ready in the morning,” you defended yourself, flustered with embarrassment. 

“That’s okay, it’s cute,” he smiled and pecked your nose. Then he carefully lifted you by the thighs and let you sit on the bed instead. “Get comfortable for me, okay? I’ll be with you in a second.” 

You nodded, yet didn’t move at all, instead choosing to watch as he took off his clothes. You’d seen him naked many times already yet it never failed to amaze you. And, well, more or less you were looking with new eyes, heart pounding loudly in your chest as you marveled at the sight. Plus, you were naked in front of him for the first time as well… 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll end up forgetting to take it slow,” Jaemin chuckled and you quickly shifted your gaze to his face instead, heat rushing to your face, but also between your legs. He stepped in front of you again and leaned down to be closer to you. “Now, I want you to promise me, if something feels good, you tell me, if something doesn’t, you also tell me.” 

“I will,” you nodded, smiling a little. There was something in the way he spoke, confident yet ever so caring, that made you want to let him do just anything he wanted. 

“Good girl,” he said, pecking your forehead. “Now, first of all, foreplay - always a good thing, goes both ways. But since I’m excited enough as it is, we’ll focus on you this time, okay?” 

He waited for you to voice out your agreement before helping you move up on the bed and get comfortable, hovering over you as he kissed you again. His lips moved against yours slowly and sensually, as one of his hands took hold of your waist. Then it started sliding upwards, moving to your back so he could unclip your bra almost too easily. You expected him to pull away and look, but his lips remained on yours. It was only his fingers that carefully found their way under the fabric and gently rubbed over your nipple. You let out a whimper in the kiss and felt him smirk a little. 

For a short moment, it was as if he was just playing around, fondling your breast or pinching your nipple occasionally. And while you did like it, it was annoyingly not enough. Reluctantly you pulled away from your kiss and pouted at him. 

“Jaem, please, I need you to do more,” you asked quietly, a pleased smile from him meeting your words. And god, you realized, you’d do anything to see more of those. 

“That’s it, I want to hear how I can do better at all times,” he said, almost as if he’d just been testing you. Although you’d guess that he was also just teasing you. Both were equally plausible.

But you didn’t have time to ponder over that as his lips pressed against your jaw and started working their way down. In the meantime, he got rid of your bra, yet you were surprised when suddenly something wet brushed along your nipple. You gasped and looked down to Jaemin looking up at you with a playful spark in his eyes. He hadn’t asked yet you still nodded and then his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud.

He sucked and teased it with his tongue, then moved along to the other one, drawing small whimpers out of you as he worked you up little by little. At one point though, his lips stopped a little higher up your chest and he started sucking persistently on that spot. He only pulled away when you couldn’t help but squirm a little. 

“Did you just leave a hickey on my boob?” you scoffed in amusement, eyebrows raised. 

“Not exactly your boob but close enough,” he grinned. “It’s not that high up, you can hide it, don’t worry.” 

You hadn’t even thought about that. You couldn’t tell him that you didn’t care, so instead you just nodded. You waited for a moment but he didn’t do anything else and you could feel anxiousness starting to build up in you again. 

“So what comes now?” you asked, cringing internally at how dumb that sounded. “I mean like-” you tried to explain but he shushed you with a peck. 

“Can I eat you out?” he asked with a smile that felt too innocent for his question. 

“God, please do,” you blurted out. The knowing look on his face told you that he knew how much you’d wanted that, yet he didn’t say anything. 

Instead, with small open-mouthed kisses, he made his way down your body, settling between your legs. He took a moment to just press featherlight kisses along your thighs. Then his lips pressed against your still clothed clit and your thighs twitched. You couldn’t help but moan quietly when you felt his tongue glide over your soaked slit through your panties. It was so good but it could be so much better, you thought and squirmed a little. You felt his light chuckle more than you heard it as he slowly dragged down your underwear and threw it to the side. And then finally, finally, his tongue met your bare pussy. 

As his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue pressed down on it lightly, you could swear you were going to lose your mind by the time he was done. And it would be worth it. He lapped kittenishly at the sensitive spot, only moving occasionally to focus on your slit for a short while instead. You were a moaning mess almost too quickly but it all felt so good you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it. 

Jaemin’s fingers brushed along your thighs and you couldn’t tell if he meant to tease you or not but you couldn’t help but squirm in his hold. He chuckled against you, sending a shiver down your spine and a whine out your lips. 

“Nana, can you please…” you mustered up the courage to speak up, although not very coherently “fingers, your fingers…” 

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his lips and your clit. When he licked his lips, it broke, but the sight of his puffy lips glistening with your arousal was enough to have you whimpering again. 

“You want my fingers inside of you, princess?” he asked to confirm and you nodded quickly. “Of course, anything for you,” he smiled and one of his hands immediately reached down between your legs.

His fingers brushed over your hole teasingly before one of them slipped inside you pumping slowly. You squirmed in pleasure, grasping at the bedsheet as you struggled to hold back a moan. Jaemin didn’t seem to help with that though, as his tongue was back on you a moment later. Between his mouth and his finger curling inside you and pressing against your walls, you were easily far too gone. 

“So good,” you whimpered out. “So close, please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, feeling the orgasm building up dangerously. 

Diligently, he obeyed your plea and soon you were slipping over the edge, a moan of his name on your lips, fingers clutching the sheets in a death grip. His tongue worked on you gently until you started calming down finally and only then did he pull away and sit up to look at you. 

“Such a sweet princess you are,” he praised gently and reached over to stroke your head. When you blinked up at him in confusion, he chuckled. “You let me know what you wanted and you also told me what felt good.” 

“You take such a strong stance on that whole thing,” you muttered and he laughed. 

“Because that’s how you learn, babe,” he pointed out. “You listen to what the other person says. I want you to feel good, and I also want you to understand that it’s okay to voice out your needs or preferences, okay?” 

What he said made sense, and although it wasn’t something you were hearing for the first time, you guessed it was nice of him to make sure that you felt comfortable enough to apply it in practice. But that was not what made butterflies rise in your stomach. It was the pet name. Jaemin often called you princess. While it always made you feel soft and mushy on the inside, you were used to it and didn’t give it too much thought. But babe? Babe was something only Karina called you platonically. But babe was also something that from him sounded too nice. You brushed the thought away. 

“Okay,” you agreed. “Can I touch you?” you asked and that earned you another one of those gorgeous pleased smiles. 

“Be my guest,” he said, leaning down to peck your neck again. “Oh, how I would love to cover you in love bites,” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t tell if he was telling you or just thinking out loud. You wanted to tell him that he could, but a small still rational part in your brain convinced you against it. 

Hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, you reached your free hand out and carefully wrapped it around his cock, stroking it slowly. You teased the tip and Jaemin exhaled slowly against your skin, burying his face in your neck. You sped up your hand movement a little, squeezing your fingers around him gently and he groaned, grabbing your hips. 

“Is this good?” you asked quietly, heart thumping in your chest. 

“So good,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your collarbone shortly. “But if you could do it faster, it would be amazing.” 

You were happy to oblige, even happier when you felt him shiver in your arms. Yet as soon as a moan escaped his lips, he was fumbling to stop you. 

“I don’t want to come before I’m inside you,” he explained breathlessly to your quizzical look and you bit your lips. 

Right. He would soon be inside you. That same dick you were just stroking would be entering you and nervousness found its way to you again.

“Princess, stay with me,” Jaemin called out, stroking your hair gently. “Are you still sure you want to do this?” 

“I am,” you confirmed, your free arm joining the other one around his neck. “I’m just nervous. Is it going to hurt?” 

“It might,” he confirmed what you already knew. “But for that reason, we have…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. “You’re already quite wet, but it’s always easier with some additional help.” 

You nodded in understanding and he sat back up to pour some of the liquid onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together to make sure they were properly covered and then brought them down between your legs. You shivered slightly at the cool wet feeling and Jaemin looked up at you. 

“Oh, no, I’m okay,” you quickly assured him. “Go for it.” 

Two of his fingers pushed inside you slowly. It wasn’t your first time using lube so you knew what to expect, but you still couldn’t help but moan at the feeling as his fingers started working inside you and spreading you out. As you relaxed more into his touch, he carefully added a third finger and you let out something between a gasp and a moan. Jaemin chuckled quietly, rubbing his thumb over your clit. 

“If you do that again, I might actually cry,” you whimpered and he laughed. “I think… I don’t really know, but I think I’ll be fine like this, can we…” 

“Yes, princess?” he chirped as if he didn’t know crystal clear what you meant. You scoffed, feeling heat rush down your whole body. 

“Jaemin, just fuck me already, please,” you said as decisively as you could without your voice shaking. 

“Come here, princess,” he smiled, pulling you to sit up in front of him. “You’ll help me put on the condom.” 

“Why me?” you asked, narrowing your eyebrows. “I think you know how to do it yourself.” 

“I do know,” he rolled his eyes jokingly, “but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t feel nice if you did it instead.” 

You let out a small ‘oh’ and nodded, so he smiled and handed you the packet. When you looked down, you noticed it wasn’t the one you’d brought and chuckled slightly at the idea that he had been prepared already. You tore it open and pulled out the rubber. 

“Squeeze it here,” Jaemin instructed and your fingers pinched at the closed end. “Now put it on and roll it down.” 

You followed through, experimentally stroking his shaft a couple of times once it was fully on. 

“Good enough?” you asked, looking up to meet Jaemin’s eyes again. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and kissing him shortly. 

“Perfect,” he smiled. 

He reached over for the lube once again, pouring some of it on his hand again and then stroking himself a few times as you watched a little curiously. Jaemin used his free hand to tilt up your chin and tsked quietly. You pouted but he pecked away your pout and pushed you back until you were laying down again. 

“Ready?” he asked and despite the anxious shiver that ran down your spine, you said yes. 

It started out slow. You wouldn’t say it was really that painful but you could definitely feel the stretch, thankful for the lube Jaemin had generously applied. You heard yourself whimper out at some point and he immediately stopped, peppering your face with little kisses. 

“I’m good,” you assured him with a trembling voice, gently threading your fingers through his hair, “kiss me and keep going.” 

And he did. His lips pressed against yours in what was probably the sweetest and most gentle kiss in your life so far. At the same time, his hips pushed forward again. You got so lost in the kiss that it took you a while to notice that he’d stopped again. He was already fully inside you, you realized, as you broke the kiss. 

“How are you feeling, princess?” he asked quietly. 

“Good, I’m feeling good,” you said honestly, brushing through his hair, already damp with sweat. “How are you feeling?” 

“Never been better,” he chuckled, pecking your nose. “You feel so good around me. And you’re doing so good.” 

“Is it hard for you to go so slow and hold back?” you smiled, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. You were beaming on the inside from his praise though. 

“Don’t think about it, okay?” he grinned and you giggled. “Take your time and tell me when you’re okay to go on.” 

“It’s okay, Jaem, you can move,” you said and he raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “I’m sure, just don’t go all out on me from the start, hm?” 

“As you say,” he smiled and pecked you again. 

And then started moving slowly. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you, but soon enough you were already moaning softly, gripping onto his hair in pleasure. You made sure to let him know that you liked it, that you were okay with going faster, with going harder and he followed through. 

You were seeing stars again. Jaemin was working his magic on you again, your moans were mixing with his and the sounds of sex. When he leaned down to kiss you again, you whimpered against his lips. You were so close to cumming again and by the tension in his body, you could guess he was too. 

“Jaem, I’m close,” you whimpered as you pulled away from the kiss and he smiled against your lips. “Keep going, please.” 

“Of course, princess,” he responded, voice raspy and low and you could cum just from that.

Truth be told, it took so little after that that maybe you did indeed. Your orgasm washed over you so intensely that you were digging your nails in his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you’d leave marks, only self-aware enough to move your hands from his hair before you’d pulled out a chunk of it.

You only somewhat registered Jaemin cumming as well once he started gradually slowing down and came to a stop. You were both panting heavily, too blown out to even move at the moment. You brought one of your hands up again to stroke his hair gently and his forehead dropped onto your shoulder. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d spent that way before he finally moved, pulling out of you and taking off the condom. You sat up in the bed crossing your legs as he tied the rubber, then went to throw it in the bin. Then he came to sit next to you, pushing a few sweaty strands of hair away from your face. 

“So… how do you feel, princess?” he asked carefully. “Does it hurt anywhere? Did you like it?” 

“I feel honestly great,” you hummed, smiling a little. “It was amazing. I knew I made a good choice with you, thank you so much.” 

“Well, congrats, your basic Sex Ed course has been completed, you’re ready to conquer a man’s bed,” he smiled in response and ruffled your hair. 

Despite the lighthearted truth in his statement, your heart clenched painfully. 

“Nana, can I go take a shower?” you asked instead of acknowledging his words. 

If he noticed your avoidance, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he found you a towel to use, brought your clothes to the bathroom for you, and explained to you which bottle contained what. He didn’t offer to join you and you couldn’t decide whether you were relieved or disappointed. You didn’t offer either. 

As hot water started pouring on you, you let out a quiet sight. There was no doubt anymore. You were down, and you were down bad. You couldn’t go back to being Jaemin’s friend. It had been easier with Renjun, you’d only ever imagined what being with him would be like. But with Jaemin, you knew. And you didn’t know if you could bear letting it go. 

You ordered yourself not to cry. As you washed your body, your eyes fell on the hickey he’d left you. You reminisced over the past three months. About all the times he’d stolen kisses from you for no apparent reason. About his little remarks of ‘I imagined this’ or ‘I wanted to do this’ or ‘I’ve been waiting for this’. About the way he looked at you sometimes. About the game stall owner’s words. About the photos. 

A small traitorous part of you wanted to put those pieces together and maybe hope that he’d have some feelings for you too. It sounded too good to be real, yet what if… 

Clinging onto that little hope, you dried your body, got dressed again, and returned to his bedroom. He’d put on loose gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt while you were gone and he looked too good in that. You couldn’t help yourself as you walked over and pecked his lips. 

“Thank you,” you said softly. 

“You don’t need to thank me for anything,” he smiled in response. “Would you like to stay over?” 

“Sorry, my parents will be waiting for me,” you shook your head. Half a truth, as your parents were indeed home but you’d doubted they would disagree if you told them where you were. You just needed some time to think everything through. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay?” 

You could have imagined the disappointment on his face. But as you made your way home, you let the idea warm you up. By the time you reached your front door, you’d made up your mind - distancing yourself would be impossible, and hiding your feelings was going to do you more harm than good.

You were going to be honest with him.

~

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[give-soup-please]

(i'm gonna post a small section of my "Human Experience" project here. This is a non-canonical little snippet that takes place within the universe, but will probably not show up in the official story.)

Chapter ???: Teasing (non-canonical)

I was surprised when I came home this evening. The narrator was waiting for me, and there was a single drink of hot chocolate on the table. 

There was an odd look on his face as I stared at the mug. Quickly, he said-

“I didn’t make this for you.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I mean- that is to say- I just happened to make this, it doesn’t have any meaning.”

I caught on. “Yeah, sure.” My smile was wide. “Even though this drink isn’t for me, the timing is nice. The perfect temperature right as I walked in.”

“Well, if you insist on having it-”

“Oh, no, really. You said it wasn’t for me, so it must be for you. Interesting though, it’s in my favorite mug. The one with the yellow submarine on the side. You have good taste in mugs, that’s for sure.” My arms were crossed, but I was grinning.

“Yes, well- I could have chosen any mug from your cabinet. It’s only by chance that it happened to be your favorite.”

“Right, and the candy cane lovingly placed on the side of the drink, with the miniature marshmallows melting just the way I like it… A shame I can’t have it.”

“...”

I shrugged. “It is a bit sad though, because if you did make it for me, I’d say it’s a really sweet gesture.”

“Would you?”

“Yes, I would. But, seeing as it wasn’t made for me, that bit of praise is meaningless, so it shouldn’t be said.”

“Oh no, do go on.”

“How can I? If it was made for you-”

He rolled his eyes. But, his face had been slowly turning pink over the course of the conversation. God, I loved teasing him. 

“-Then it’s an act of self care.”

“Which is commendable.”

“I didn’t say it wouldn’t be commendable, but-”

“For heaven’s sake, drink your hot chocolate!” He snapped. I laughed, and then took a sip. Warmth flushed through my body, and I sighed in contentment.

“Thanks, this is a sweet gesture.” I said, because it had to be said. I took a swig. “Really nice, best cup I've had in a while.”

There was a shift in his expression. Something… devious. He stretched grandly, looking very proud of himself.

“Well, yes, of course. And your willingness to drink this hot chocolate is clearly a token of trust and friendship on your part.”

I choked on my drink. “You- I-”

His smugness was growing. “Indeed, your affection for me is clearly growing, if you’re so desirous to have me confirm these acts of service as being for you.”

“I don’t- Affection? That’s going too far.”

His smile widened, a mirror image of my own smile from earlier.

“Yes, and I suppose the fact that you enjoy hearing me talk is just a coincidence.” 

“A nice voice is a nice voice. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“...Yes, and you spend as much time with me as you do-”

“Because I’m bored and in need of entertainment. You provide a service, nothing more.”

“Indeed! And me being the first person you come to when something good or bad happens-”

“-We live together, that’s a matter of convenience. You’re close by, that’s all.” I was starting to crack under the strain.

“Right, and your unwavering support of me for the past few months has no greater meaning whatsoever.”

“It’s called being polite.” The lies were getting too big to hold. My face was steadily approaching a dark red.

“Yes, and it’s a sense of politeness and nothing else that has caused you to reach out and comfort me when I need it.”

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

One of his eyebrows was raised. “Hmm? Nothing to say? No defense to make?”

“Y-You started it with this whole making hot chocolate business!” I exclaimed. “You’re the one who-”

“-Ah, but it was you who reached out to me first, back when I still lived in the parable.”

Shit.

He hummed in satisfaction. “I hope this has taught you a valuable lesson in trying to out-tease me.” His voice dropped, just a bit. “You’re dealing with a master, Jay. Don’t forget that.”

I spluttered for a few moments, and he watched, entertained.

“Well!” I half yelled. “Looks like I have no choice but to keep trying!”

He laughed. “And I look forward to your every attempt to get the better of me, and watching you fail each time.”

I stormed out the room. I took the hot chocolate though, there was no sense in letting it go to waste.  

#the narrator #tsp #the stanley parable #the narrator x reader #self ship #my writing #why am i posting this? you may ask #just so i can get some serotonin and positive reviews #heehoo

[changingplumbob]

New Goth Household: Chapter 3, Part 6.75

Yeah this gets its own part... You guys I had no one to talk to about this for *checks calendar, does math* TWO WHOLE WEEKS! The last quarter of part 6 is below the cut...

Marta: I am so sorry

Keira: Please stop apologising for something you had no control over

Marta: Are you sure he didn’t hurt you? I felt like such a coward staying in here but…

Keira: Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay to be afraid of things

Marta: What do you know about being afraid carino

Keira: I’m scared of plenty of things. Heights… salamanders?

Marta: *laughs* You’re afraid of salamanders

Keira: They can drop their tails off and grow them back, it’s creepy. But seriously, when I saw you react to his voice I was afraid

Marta: He can be pretty threatening

Keira: You misunderstand. I wasn’t afraid of him, I was afraid for you

Marta: Me? Why?

Keira: When he yelled like that, it was like the real you shrank away. I’ve never seen you like that. I was terrified that it wouldn’t come back, that I’d lose you. That’s why I wanted you to stay in here. I couldn’t bear it if I lost you

Marta: Oh carino, I don’t want to lose you either

Keira: You mean the world to me. I was going to wait until after exams but, I can’t wait any longer

Keira gets down on one knee and places her hands on her heart

Marta: Are… are you asking what I think you’re asking

Keira: I want us to remember tonight for good reasons. Marta Romero, I love you with my whole heart. I want to build a life with you, and make sure you never feel small again. Will you make me the happiest sim alive and be my wife?

Marta stares down at the ring, almost in disbelief

Marta: You really mean it? You’re not just feeling sorry for me

Keira: No sweetheart. I want to spend my forever with you. Will you have me

Marta chokes, her eyes are beginning to get teary and she feels like her heart is about to burst.

Marta: Ye- yes. Yes!

Keira: You will?

Marta: Of course carino! Where did you hide this ring? You know I clean everywhere

Keira: James hid it for me

Marta: *laughs* so that’s why he was giving me so many love life lessons

Keira: I was sure he was going to give it away

Marta: I’m a fiancé now… I’m your fiancé! Oh carino we must get you a ring to

Keira: No big rush. For now it’s enough to see that ring on your finger and know you chose me

Marta: I do choose you

Marta jumps into Keira’s arms beaming

Marta: *sing song voice* we’re gonna get married, we’re gonna get married

Keira: I’m so glad you said yes. I know a romantic like you deserves such a better proposal-

Marta: Oh carino, it was perfect. You asked me here, where we have our family photos. I felt like my parents were with me when you asked. How could I want more than that? More than you? And me, together.

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[thewallerfiles]

Prisoner Name: Rebecca Harking

Name: Rebecca Harking

Aliases: Lucky

Age: 33

Date of Birth: April 7, 1990

Sex: F

Race: Caucasian

Height: 5’9

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada

Occupation: N/A (casino hopping before the time of arrest)

Special Abilities: Has the power of luck. Can also speak any situation into existence (considered highly dangerous. Approach with caution)

Notes: It should be noted that will try to use her powers whenever necessary. We have discovered that a simple counter to these powers is to have unlucky symbols on her suppression bracelet. The bracelet must be kept on at all times. 

June, 1997

“Derek’s home.”

Rebecca looked up from her reading homework. Sure enough she could see her stepdad walking up the walkway and heading to the front door of her house. “Does he look mad?”

Her brother Ryan shrugged. “He always looks mad. Ignore him if he says anything or you’ll just piss him off even more.”

Rebecca zips her mouth and throws away the imaginary key just as Derek walks in through the door. He scowls at them and tosses his jacket to the floor in the porch.

“Ugh. You’re still here?” He grumbles. He wanders into the kitchen and cracks himself a beer. “Where’s your mother?”

“We live here, stupid. And she’s at work. She took a double shift because you can’t stop spending her money that she pays the bills with.” Ryan shot his stepfather a look. “You’re still here?”

Derek took a long swig before chuckling. “You’re lucky your mom doesn’t let me smack you around. Otherwise I would. What are you looking at, goofy?”

Rebecca stiffens when Derek acknowledges her. “N-nothing. I’m just reading and doing my schoolwork.”

“Schoolwork is for sissies. People like you aren’t going to get anywhere in life working in offices or McDonald’s. Let me guess, you want to be an astronaut when you grow up?”

“You’re one to talk,” Ryan calls out from the living room. “You got a better job than mom and she still pays for everything around here. Lazy fuck-”

Rebecca covers her ears and shuts her eyes when Derek storms over and grabs her brother by the collar of his shirt. She expected to hear punches be landed but instead, opened her eyes to see them staring at each other with hatred in their eyes.

“Listen here, you little shit. Your mom and I had an agreement. She’d take care of you while I’d take care of myself-”

Ryan smacks his hand away. “Why are you even here then? Why are you even married to her if her money is all she’s good for?”

Derek backed away with a smile. “You’ll understand when you’re older, kid. A man owns a woman when they’re married. They’re your property to do as you please with them.”

Rebecca watches him go upstairs and soon hears a door close. “I hate him so much.”

Ryan sighed. “Ditto. I don’t know what mom sees in that guy. She should totally dump him.”

“I wish he was dead sometimes. Maybe he’ll fall down the stairs and break his neck one day then we’d never have to see him ever again-”

She was cut off by loud thuds coming down the stairs. For a brief moment she thought Derek had heard her and was coming down to teach her a lesson but to her surprise, that wasn’t the case. Derek did come downstairs….but just not in the way she was thinking. Both kids stared in shock as their stepfather tumbled and rolled down the stairs only to hit the bottom at a funny angle only for a sickening snap to reverberate through the small house. When Rebecca edged closer once he was still, she could see that his neck was bent in a position that it shouldn’t have been and a piece of bone was sticking out of his skin.

“Holy shit….” Ryan stumbled backwards onto the floor. “Becky, what happened?”

“I didn’t do anything! You saw me! I was here the whole time!” Rebecca cried. 

“Yeah but that was lucky. Him coming down the stairs exactly the way you hoped he would. Did you tie string at the top of the stairs again?” Ryan sighed when his sister quickly shook her head. “Are you sure? Because if mom comes home and sees him like this-”

“I swear I didn’t! I was downstairs the whole time you were home, Ry. You saw me.”

Ryan sighed and glanced at their dead stepfather at the bottom of the stairs. “Mom doesn’t need to know about this. Got it? We hide the body and if she asks where he is, we say he left-”

“But his truck’s in the driveway….”

“Shit,” Ryan looked out the window. “You’re right. Look….you keep doing your homework and act like nothing happened. I’ll take care of this mess before mom comes home at 9. Can you keep a secret?”

Rebecca nodded and watched as her brother began dragging Derek’s body away from the stairs and towards the back door. When both Ryan and the old fart were out of sight, she smiled and hummed happily as she finished her book report.

December 24, 2013

“Come on, dude! It’s Christmas! A little extra wouldn’t hurt for the holidays!”

Rebecca, 23, looked her boss in the eyes and pleaded for a small bonus. Money was scarce this year and the car dealership that she worked for didn’t see as much business as usual anymore. Everyone wanted newer, better models to ride around in. Even the ones looking for secondhand (the ones that her boss sold) weren’t worth the money that he was selling them for. She had bills to pay. Mouths to feed.

“Becky Doll, I told you at the beginning of the month. I ain’t got much money left in the business. I gotta pay you and the ones that work the lot. Utilities. Other things. I can’t afford to give you a Christmas bonus this year.”

Rebecca eyeballed the big black vault in his office when he wasn’t looking. “I understand. I thought I’d try anyway. My brother is sick again and his hospital bills are piling up. But I get it. Thank you anyway though. Merry Christmas.”

Walking herself out to the bus stop, Rebecca took a seat on the bench. She knew the money excuse was bullshit. She’d seen her boss laundering cash before and even saw how much money he had hidden away in his stupid vault. No one hated him as much as she did and she secretly hoped that karma would bite him on the ass one day.

The bus was late. Rebecca pulled out her phone to check the time right when someone ran by and slipped on ice, dropping a bag in front of her. Before she could say anything, they got up and continued to run away. The bag was staring her in the face and curiosity was getting the better of her. So she picked it up and peeked inside. She nearly died of a heart attack at the bus stop.

Piles and piles of cash. All hundreds from the look of it. Rebecca had to hold back a scream of surprise as she looked down at this gift that the universe gave to her. This looked like enough money to pay off her own bills as well as her brother’s. And they’d still be able to live comfortably for the next while.

“Hey! Hey you!”

Hearing a voice, she quickly zipped up the bag and hid it inside her winter coat. Thankfully it was big enough to make it look like that was part of the design just in time as a police officer approached her, breathing heavily and seemingly tired from running.

“Ma’am, did you see someone run by here carrying a bag of sorts? Black jacket, wool hat. They just stole money from Wheeler’s Wheels just up the road and we got called in to get a jump on the guy,” the officer inhaled a deep breath before continuing. “Yeah….yeah. I can’t keep up. But have you seen him run by?”

Rebecca shook her head. “No officer. I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes by myself waiting for the bus. It’s late tonight, probably due to it being Christmas Eve. But no one ran by. Was anyone hurt?”

The cop shook his head. “Thankfully, no. But if you see anything suspicious tonight, please don’t hesitate to call us. Theft on Christmas Eve is the lowest form of crime, in my opinion.”

“So you’re okay with murder….”

“Pardon? Did you say something ma’am?”

“No, officer. Just can’t believe someone would do something like this. So disgusting….”

The officer sighed. “Well. I’ll have to tell my partner that they got away with no witnesses. That should be nice to write up in the report….you have yourself a nice Christmas, ma’am. Be safe out there.”

The bus arrived shortly after the officer left, and Rebecca couldn’t wait to get back to Ryan and tell him what happened. When it arrived at her stop, she raced into the apartment building they lived in and rushed upstairs to their place. When she burst inside with a huge smirk on her face, her brother sat up on the couch, looking confused.

“Becks….what did you do this time?” He asked through a cough.

“I didn’t do anything this time. Well….that’s kind of a lie. I silently hoped my boss would get some long overdue karma and he got exactly that tonight.” She dumped the contents of the bag on the table between them. “There’s thousands here, Ry. I can pay your bills off completely.”

Ryan sighed. “Did you do the thing?”

“....what thing?”

“You know. That weird thing where you speak something into existence. You know. You’ve done it a thousand times before.”

Rebecca snorted. “I thought you’d be happy. I can get you your medicine with this and pay off the hospital. Maybe even treat us to a little something. But to answer your question, no. I didn’t do the thing. At least not out loud.”

Ryan shot her a look. “Not out loud? Since when could you do it silently? Is this new?”

“I don’t fucking know, Ryan. I don’t even know how it works. I don’t even know where I got this power from. I’m just lucky I suppose-” She paused for a moment. “Lucky. I’m Lucky.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Oh no. Please don’t tell me that you’re going to do this again, Becky. You’ll get caught eventually.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Rebecca pecked her brother on the cheek. “Now come on. Let’s get some of that expensive Chinese food that you love so much. My treat.”

August 12, 2020

The following is a transcript of an interview taken with two agents and the prisoner Rebecca Harking, aka Lucky. This is a part of the quarterly interviews that take place to recruit new candidates for Amanda Waller’s “Suicide Squad”. Please note that Harking’s suppression bracelet is activated for this interview as well as during her sentence at Belle Reve for the safety of herself and others. But mainly others.

Agent Shaw: Are we recording?

Agent Bellend: Yup. You can start

Agent Shaw: Alright. Hello, Rebecca. I’m Agent Shaw and this is my partner Agent Shaw. How are you doing today?

Rebecca: Spare me the bullshit, Shaw. This isn’t my first rodeo. Just do what you gotta do so I can go back to my cell

Agent Shaw: Wow, okay. Uh, so you know why you’re here today I’m presuming. To get screened for-

Rebecca: Yeah, yeah. I know. Screened for the stupid Suicide Squad. I know all about that merry band of assholes. Let me guess, the other crew are dead?

Agent Shaw: Some are, yes. But not all of them. Waller is looking for new recruits for a new mission in the future. For the time being, she wants to seek out potential candidates

Rebecca: Interesting. And she thinks my skill set has potential?

Agent Bellend: She doesn’t think. She knows

Rebecca: But do you know, Agents? Have you read my file before coming in today?

Agent Shaw; We did. It’s….impressive, to say the least

Agent Bellend: Can you really manipulate luck? Influence how things work out for you?

Agent Shaw: Bellend-

Agent Bellend: What? I’m curious. I could use a bit of luck in my life like that….

Rebecca: Would you like to find out, Bellend? Take this bracelet off me and find out

Agent Shaw: Nice try, Harking. You know that’s on you for a reason. Now back to our interview. You know you’re in here for a screening. If you were given the chance to join Waller’s team for some years to be taken off your sentence, would you do it?

Rebecca: For a shorter sentence? Maybe. Would I only just get thrown back in here if I commit the same crimes once I’m out anyway?

Agent Bellend: Uh….we’ll get back to you on that. But a shorter sentence is better than 50 years, isn’t it?

Rebecca: Hmm. As long as I don’t have to work with that weird shark guy. He gives me the creeps. All sharks do actually. Have you seen Jaws? I heard that they watched it over in the men’s cells and he laughed at it. Thought it was hilarious

Agent Bellend: Focus, Rebecca. Please. Next question. Have you ever used your abilities for your own personal gain?

Rebecca: [laughs] Would I be in here if I didn’t? Of course I did. I lived in fucking Vegas before I was caught and thrown in here. I’m no saint

Agent Shaw: Have you ever manipulated others?

Rebecca: Yes

Agent Shaw: Have you ever used your powers on your brother?

Rebecca: ….don’t bring him up

Agent Shaw: I don’t see why we can’t. It’s right there on your file. It says you killed him-

Rebecca: I SAID DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM!

Agent Bellend: Why did you do it though? 

Rebecca: It was….stupid. We had an argument and I let my emotions get the better of me. I told him to drop dead and he….he did. It was a mistake that I wish I could go back and change

Agent Shaw: You didn’t mean to kill him

Rebecca: Fuck no. I loved my brother. He protected me our whole lives. The least I could do to pay him back was use my powers to make our life easier. Jobs weren’t paying what I felt we deserved. So I took to the casinos where I knew I could use them to my full advantage

Agent Shaw: And was he okay with this?

Rebecca: Not at first, no. But I promised him it wouldn’t be a daily thing and he agreed to that. But I became addicted to winning and eventually people at the casinos caught on. Once I was banned, that’s when my brother got angry. Called me reckless. I told him that it was my powers that kept a roof over our heads. Put food on the table. He didn’t like that. So he began to yell at me some more and before I could control my words, I said the thing to him. Next thing I know, he’s on the floor. Dead

Agent Bellend: And then you got arrested?

Rebecca: I turned myself in, you mean. I might be a thief but I’m no monster. I know what I did was wrong and I couldn’t live with the guilt. If you accidentally killed your brother, you would’ve done the same thing

Agent Shaw: You turned yourself in instead of going on the run? You could’ve easily avoided authorities with what you’re capable of

Rebecca: Like I said. I’m no monster, Agent Shaw

Voice on overhead speaker: Don’t be fooled by her, Agents. She murdered her brother with a kitchen knife and ran with the money. Her powers don’t work when she’s asleep. That’s her only flaw

Rebecca: What the fuck, man?! They were totally falling for my story!

Agent Bellend: I almost felt bad for her too….

Agent Shaw: This wasn’t mentioned in her file, Waller

Voice on overhead speaker: Typos happen. I’ll be sure to add it to her file once this interview is over since I finally got her to admit to it

Rebecca: What? You tricked me!

Voice on overhead speaker: You’re the only one that can fool people, Harking. Now wrap this up gentlemen. I got everything I needed here today

Agent Shaw: Uh, sure. No problem. Wrap this up, Bellend. Did you get all that on the tape?

Agent Bellend: Yeah I got it. Didn’t realize this was a confession tape we were doing today

Agent Shaw: I’m sure that’s not the strangest thing we’ll record while we’re here. Agent Shaw and Bellend signing off. Session one ended

#the waller files #dc #writing #fiction

[awhiskeyriver]

Hi, hope you are doing well 💕 Love your writing. Was wondering if we can get another sss for The Tutor if possible? If not, that's totally fine too!

Hi lovely! I have been well just very busy and time has slipped away so fast! Yes, here is another snippet. I promise I am still working on getting the chapter out! A longer sneak peak for your patience....

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“So...Ms. Annie. Have any plans this afternoon?”

“Is this you cashing in whatever favor it is you think I owe you?” I asked, quirking a brow.

“No, I’m still thinking about that. This is just me making friendly conversation.”

“That’s too bad,” I tisked, startled a little by my blatant flirting. Why was I flirting with Finnick Odair? Since when did I flirt with anyone, let alone him? 

“Is it?”

I smirked before hoisting my bag higher up on my shoulder.

“I don’t have anything extraordinary planned. Just stopping by the farmers market on my way back to the dorms. I’ll probably spend the evening in the library.”

“No parties?”

“No,” I laughed, tucking back a loose piece of hair.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, lopsided grin on his face.

“The idea of me at a party, that’s what.” The idea of me being invited to a party…

“Yeah,” he agreed, running a hand long the length of his backpack strap. “I’m not a big fan of the whole party scene either.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying,” he said, crossing an X over his chest.

I snorted with a roll of my eyes.

“Right. That’s why you’re out every weekend, hmm? Your friends gag and chain you.”

“My friends wish they were that kinky.”

I felt my cheeks sting at his comment and stared hard at the ground. 

“I go because it’s something to do…and kind of expected of me. But if I’m being honest I’d rather just chill at home and watch a movie or something.”

“That’s surprising.”

“Is it?”

“Well, yeah. You’re on the football team.” And gorgeous. “The two kind of go hand-in-hand. I just figured you were the kind of person who was the life of the party around campus.”

“Don’t get me wrong, parties are great. It’s always fun to unwind after a stressful week…but at some point it’s not worth it to have to run the extra drills to burn off calories from drinking. And 7am Saturday practice is far more brutal hungover.”

“7am practice?”

“Every week.”

“And you chose to come here on your time off?” I asked, somewhat surprised. Finnick looked unfazed.

“I said I would.”

“Yeah, but why?” Why on earth would he choose to spend his Saturday afternoon during break with me and a bunch of little ballerinas?

Finnick shrugged, looking caught off guard for once in his life.

“Beats doubling up lessons in a few weeks on spring training starts. Besides, the more work I put in now, the better. I want to be able to start next season.”

    There wasn’t much to add, so instead I nodded awkwardly in silent understanding. Finnick shifted on his feet before clearing his throat.

    “So…need a strong stud to carry around any bags for you? Sample the local cuisine? Haggle prices? I could use a few things myself.”

    “Like what? Don’t enjoy what your private chef has whipped up on the menu tonight?”

    “Private chef?” he chuckled. “I’m cool, but not that cool. Closest thing we have to a private chef in our house is Peeta. There’s nothing he makes that I don’t like.”

    I laughed despite myself, an action which didn’t escape Finnick’s notice. His smile increased, almost proud.

    “So, the market then?”

#anon #ask #sss #the tutor #the panem nightlocks series #odesta

[airplanned]

I’ve had his goofy idea in my head for a while, and today instead of working, I wrote it down instead.

This is Trill AU and doesn’t take place in the ongoing story, but in like a separate episode after there’s been a dramatic time travel incident, which is not important to this goofy idea.

<discussions of sex, but nothing that paints an explicit picture.>

 Groose lowered his cards squinting up at the ceiling in thought.  "If you could go back in time and tell yourself one thing, what would it be?"

After the events of the day, they all sat in uncertainty, but finally Russl said, "That's easy.  I'd tell baby me to actually go study."

"I don't believe for a second that you didn't study," Malon said.

"That's because I learned my lesson!  But I could have learned it faster."

"I would tell myself that I don't have to eat all the food on every planet we visit," Malon said.

"Oh, that's a good one," Ruto said.  "I'd do that too."

Link taped his cards in thought.  "Could I go back to any of Fi's hosts, or just me?"

Zelda tried not to make eye contact, but Malon said, "Sure!  I don't see why not."

"Ooo!" Groose said, "Then I want to go back and talk to my gramps!"

"No!  That's not how it works," Malon argued.

"Why not?"

Ruto interrupted with, "We all know what Link would say."

"No, you don't," he said.

"Seriously?  Of course, we do."

"You don't know, because I'd do something weird."

"Oh yeah, like what?"

Link set down his cards and leaned forward in his chair, eager for his idea, which was sounding better and better in his head all the time.  "Okay, so my second host was hot, right?"

"Sure he was," Groose said, not sounding as if he believed it.

"And he was good at...things."

Everyone groaned, and Groose gave an even more disbelieving, "Suuuuuue."

"But!  Fi's spent the last three lives on Orion, in a community founded by guardians, and I know a trick that he didn't know.  I would go back and time and tell him about it."

"Sounds like he wasn't that good in bed to begin with."

Malon narrowed her eyes.  "Or are you trying to tell us that you're even better?"

"No, he was kinda known for it.  Nothing but glowing praise."

"So what's the trick?" Groose asked.

"Yeah, now you have to tell us," Malon said, as Russl shifted his chips around in embarrassment and said, "No, you don't."

Ruto shook her head.  "I bet it's something real common.  It's like kani'ti."

Link scoffed.  "It's not kani'ti.  Everyone knows that."

"Wait, I don't know that.  What is that!?" Malon asked, but she was ignored. 

"Then I bet it's like...biting or something."

"No, I'm telling you.  My guy knew his stuff, but this is next level."

Groose asked, "Is it--"

"No.  It's a Trill thing.  There's no way you know it."

"Says you."

"He's lived a bunch of lives," Ruto said.  "There's no way this is just one person being oblivious.  This has got to be..."  She made a face, absolutely hating not being able to figure things out.  "--It's got to be something really weird."

"Really weird," Groose repeated, his eyes glassy.

"Okay!  Well!  This has been fun!" Russl said, trying to wrap things up, but no one listened.

"So you would spend your one chance to go back in time to give yourself sex advice?" Ruto asked.

Link shrugged.  "Think of how many lives it would improve."

Everyone stared at him.

"I change my answer," Groose announced.  "I'd do that too."

"Oh yeah, for sure," Malon agreed.  "As soon as someone tells me what kani'ti is."

Ruto lost patience, "Zelda, it's a Trill thing.  Do you know what it is?"

Zelda had been quiet this whole time, at first trying not to let anyone else think that she was in any way involved in this conversation, but now from sheer confusion, which was evident from the crumpled bafflement on her face.  "I have no idea!"

Fi's host knew everything she did!  Not that they'd done it all, but he'd at least known everything existed.  Right?!  What was Link even talking about?!  What could it possibly be that he'd time travel to pass on this knowledge instead of time traveling to warn himself of events that would ruin not only his life but that of each one of Fi's hosts that came after him?  What could possibly be that good?  Her mind reeled.

She finally landed on that Link must be messing with them to distract from the depressing conversation of how he would actually time travel when Link shrugged again.  He still wouldn't meet her eyes, and a flush washed across his cheeks.  "It's fun."

#trill au #Zelda #Star Trek #my fic

[totally-original-artist]

High school Solangelo

OK this is the least embarrassing one @shuriiiewrites full credits to 14 year old me

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I let out a yawn as I stepped out of the car.

“Stay safe William!” My aunt shouted from the driver’s seat. I gave her a reassuring smile and walked off to my house. I could feel my leg muscles aching as I got ready for bed. Today had been a busy day. A huge ten day carnival has opened up a few kilometers away from my house and since Aunt Artemis just so happened to be around she decided to bring me along with her. My siblings were supposed to come along as well but none of them seemed too interested in it as it seemed ‘childish’ to them. I wasn’t going to go either, but it would’ve been rude to refuse her offer. I flopped onto my bed and tried to fall asleep but my body was way too numb. And so, I stayed awake the whole night, my next day at school completely doomed.

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“Are you sure you’re OK? You look like you’re gonna pass out any second now.” Nico asked me for the tenth time. I appreciated the fact that he cared about me but I was already five minutes late for my global perspective class.

“Yeah, I seriously need to go now, don’t you have art?” I tried to walk around him but he blocked my way once more.

“I’m already done with my prep 2, so it doesn’t matter. We’re going to the nurse’s office unless you explain.” He crossed his arms and stared me down, which would’ve been scary if it wasn’t for the fact that he was actually looking up. I let out a sigh.

“A carnival opened up a few miles away from my house, my aunt took me there yesterday and we only came back at ten.” He raised an eyebrow at that.

“What if you come back to school tomorrow in the same state? Exams are coming up, are you really planning on doing last minute revision? And don’t even think about pulling an all-nighter.” I was starting to get annoyed, at this rate I would get detention.

“Well then why don’t you come along to make sure I don’t kill myself?” I said in an exasperated tone.

“Sure, it’s a date then.” Then the little turd had the decency to look smug while he turned and walked away from me.

I got to class fifteen minutes late but there was a substitute teacher so he didn’t give me detention.

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I was lying on the couch reading a book called ‘Eragon’ when I heard the bell ring. 

“Hey Will! Can you get that for me?” shouted Lee from the kitchen. I tore off a little piece of newspaper and used it as a bookmark. As I went to the door I peeked through the peephole to see who it was. Instead of finding a person standing on the other side I saw the colour brown. The same colour as Nico���s eyes. A small grin made its way to my face as I opened the door. There he stood, dressed in a red shirt with two white stripes down below the arms. He was wearing black leggings and a red checkered shirt around his waist.

“Hey sleeping beauty” Nico said as he gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Hey Prince Charming. You’re a little late today.” I chuckled as I kissed his forehead.

“Got caught up with fighting a dragon. I got some of its blood though.” He pulled out a bottle of red liquid that was most probably Gatorade and handed it to me. “It’s Gatorade actually, just in case you decide a take a little nap and never wake up again.” I took it from him with a thanks. 

“Aunt Artemis is out dropping Kayla to her guitar lessons, she should be back soon. In the meantime I’d like to beat you in a game of speed drifters.” I said as I booped his nose with my index finger.

“In your dreams sunshine.” He stuck his tongue out and walked in like it was his own house. And from how much time he spends here it might as well be.

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#solangelo #hey this is actually pretty good #huh i dont think i improved much from back then

[qyuuji]

gojo satoru has the arrogance and ego of a british secondary school pe teacher.

#if gojo satoru was my pe teacher i’d actually get shit done #no i wouldn’t #i’d spend the whole lesson staring at him #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru hcs #saturo gojo

[bing-bang-bingo]

- 4x3: c. 40:00 Cas comforts Dean after Mary makes a deal w/ Azazel

- 4x7: 15:50 Dean stops Sam from shooting Cas, then Sam mentions that he’s “heard a lot about him”

- 4x7: 39:00 Cas tells Dean he prayed he’d save the town, then he tells him about his doubts and Deans future troubles

- 4x10 & ???: Dean calls “last night on Earth” his best line. He uses this line on Cas

- 4x10: 27:15 “Castiel has this weakness. He likes you.”

- 4x10: 32:50 Cas looking jealous and sad when Dean kisses Anna

- 4x16: 7:30 Cas tells Dean he got in trouble for showing emotion and getting to close to Dean. 8:20 “I would give anything not to have you do this”

- 4x16: 39:00 Cas warns Dean to be careful while Dean is in the hospital, they discuss the first seal and saving Dean from hell

- 4x18: 31:30 Cas tells Dean how to save Sam from Lilith even though he’s not allowed to interfere

- 4x20: 38:00 Deans face when Cas tells him he “learned his lesson when he was in heaven”

- 4x22: 30:40 Cas considers rebelling for Dean. 33:00 He does. 35:20 He fights multiple Archangels for Dean

- 5x1: 5:45 Dean denies Cas’ death 8:25 “I learned that from my friend Cas you son of a bitch”

- 5x1: 31:00 Cas saves Sam and Dean from Zach

- 5x3: 6:10 Cas-“I need your help because your the only one who will help me”

- 5x3: 10:20 Dean fixes Cas’ tie and jacket

- 5x4: 38:50 “Don’t Ever Change”

- 5x8: 38:20 Dean makes Gabriel bring Cas back, then makes sure he’s okay

- 5x13: ?:?? Cas won’t let Dean meet with Anna because it’s not safe

- 5x17: 30:30 Cas and Dean discuss what it’s like to have a deadbeat dad

- 5x18: 25:15 Cas kicks Deans ass for trying to sacrifice himself

- 5x21: 3:50 Cas and Dean bickering like and old married couple then Cas gives Dean a heartfelt apology.

- 6x17: 18:55 “No you’re confusing me with the other angel, the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you.”

- 6x17: 38:00 Sam: “So you killed 50,000 people for us?” Cas: *looks at Dean*

- 6x19: 25:20 Bobby reassures Cas that they’ll be back soon, Cas acts like a worried and disappointed wife.

- 6x19: 36:25 Cas yelling “Dean!” when Eve bites him

- 6x19: 40:00 Dean is the only one who doesn’t think Cas is working with Crowley (he’s wrong but it’s sweet)

- 6x20: 4:50 Dean v v worried, “But Cas you’ll call right? If you get into real trouble?”

- 6:30 Crowley implies that Cas is distracted by Dean and tells him he reeks of the Impala.

- 7:20 Cas says that Dean taught him how to care and what to care about. Then Cas saves Sam (for Dean)

- 13:15 Cas says that the worst part of working with Crowley (basically his sworn natural enemy) is that it hurt Dean and that he hated lying to him.

- 25:20 Cas refuses to ask Dean for help because he has “sacrificed too much” even though it means Cas could die.

- 26:00 Crowley tells Cas he has a way for everyone to get a happy ending “with all possible entendres intended” while Cas stares longingly at Dean.

- 33:00 Dean is close to tears when he learns that Cas is working with Crowley, Cas says he did it to protect Dean.

- 35:25 “Dammit Cas we can fix this!” “Dean it’s not broken!” He then tells the boys to run from the demon cloud and Dean gives him the saddest look in the world before being forced to leave him behind.

- 38:00 Cas watches Dean sleep. “I’m doing this for you Dean. I’m doing this because of you!”

- 6x21: 22:40 “I do everything you ask. I always come when you call and I am your friend. Still despite your lack of faith in me and now your threats I’ve just saved you yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you?”

- 6x22: Dean to Cas- “Don’t make me lose you, too.”

- 7x2: 5:35 Dean nearly cries on screen when he thinks Cas is dead

- 7x17: Cas says “I remember ~you~” as soon as he regains his memories.

- 7x17: Cas ask why Dean didn’t tell him all the horrible things Cas did. Parallels the conversation Karen and Dean had about telling Bobby she remembered him killing her and her telling Dean that he had never been on love before.

- 7x21: The face Dean makes when he sees Cas again plus the prolonged eye contact when Cas says Deans name.

- 7x21: Hester telling Dean that when Cas first saved him from Hell he was lost- parallels- Lucifer/Jess saying she was dead the moment she met Sam.

- 7x23: 8:50 “Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first.” Meg to Dean about Cas

- 7x23: 32:45 “I’m sorry but I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”

- 7x23: 36:50 Cas steps in to protect Dean despite spending the whole season avoiding fighting and saying he won’t fight.

- 8x2: 25:00 Cas ran away to keep the Leviathans away from Dean. Dean refuses to leave purgatory without Cas.

- 8x7: 20:30 Deans reaction to seeing Cas all cleaned up.

- 8x7: Dean convinced himself that it was his fault Cas was still in purgatory because he’s a sweet idiot boy who hates himself

- 8x7: 35:00 The whole Dean and Cas conversation about purgatory and Cas doing stuff that puts him in danger.

- 8x8: 12:30 Cas just casually going through Deans stuff and Dean not saying anything.

- 8x8: 13:00 Cas offering to watch over Dean while he slept

- 8x8: 15:15 Dean talks to Cas about feelings and heaven even though Dean hates talking about feelings.

- 8x17: Cas fights Naomi’s mind control for Dean

- 8x23: 22:50 Dean and Cas sadly discuss Cas closing the doors of heaven and say goodbye

- 9x1: Dean prays to Cas and tells him he isn’t mad about the angels falling.

- 9x1: Cas’ first instinct is to explain himself to Dean then to come help him.

- 9x1: Dean begs Cas to “for once, look out for yourself.”

- 9x3: 36:45 Dean to Cas after Cas came back from the dead “Don’t you ever do that again!”

- 9x6: Literally just Dean trying desperately the whole episode to hang out with Cas

- 9x10: 26:00 Dean and Cas talk about how Cas is doing and Dean offers him a rare sincere apology. Plus the “I prefer the term ‘trusting’. Less dumb, less ass.” dialogue

- 9x18: Cas’ little smile when Dean makes a joke about Honor Bars and Cas is just so happy to hear his voice.

- 9x18: Metatron’s illusion of Gabriel calls Cas Dean’s boy-toy

- 9x18: Cas can tell something is wrong with Dean, then Cas yells at Dean about getting the Mark of Cain

- 9x22: Cas chooses Dean over all of Heaven once again

- 9x22: The Cas and Dean conversation about the three of them being enough when an army wasn’t and Cas giving up an army all for Dean

- 9x23: ���I’m blaming you for taking Cas’ grace.”

- 10x1: 5:00 Cas about Dean- “I miss him.”

- 10x2: 9:00 Cas’ reaction to learning that Dean is a demon

- 10x3: The conversation between Dean and Cas at the end of the episode. “You look terrible” “You on the other hand, your looking good.”

- 10x5: Deans reaction to Cas and Dean actors hugging and holding hands

- 10x5: “Put as much sub into that text as you possibly can.” *looks directly at fake Cas*

- 10x9: 15:00 Cas tells Dean he’s a good role model. Then asks him if he’s okay and when Dean lies and says he is he pushes it further. Dean makes Cas promise to kill him if he goes Dark

- 10x22: Dean and Cas fight and parallel Cain and his Wife.

- 10x23: Dean sees Cas’ bloody face in the mirror

- 11x1: Cas being more worried about Dean than himself even though Cas is under a spell that will kill him.

- 11x2: Dean calling Cas and stressing out when he doesn’t answer

- 11x3: Dean trying to coax Cas out of the attack dog spell, refusing to fight back when Cas was attacking, freaking out when Cas took a minute to wake up, refusing to let Cas heal him (because he “had it coming”), and refusing to let Cas apologize (because “there’s nothing to apologize for”).

- 11x10: “Dean, I came as soon as you called.” Also: “Stick your tongue out.” Dean-*does*

- 11x11: Dean realizing that something is wrong with Cas (while he is possessed by Lucifer)

- 11x11: Mildred says that Dean is pining for someone else(probably meant to be a reference to Amara, but she told him this after he had seen Cas for the first time in a few days.)

- 11x14: The sadness on Deans face when he realizes Cas is Lucifer and then his determination to save Cas

- 11x15: Dean getting kinda dark when he talks about what he’s willing to do to save Cas and he prioritizes saving Cas over bearing Amara.

- 11x17: Dean once again prioritizing saving Cas over saving the world. Sam reassuring Dean that they’ll save Cas (even though Dean didn’t say anything about what was upsetting him)

- 11x17: The camera zooming in on Dean after Michelle says that there is no normal after losing the man you love.

- 11x18: Dean refuses to put Lucifer in the cage or let him fight Amara while using Cas as his vessel.

- 11x18: The difference in the way Dean looks at Lucifer vs at Cas

- 11x18: Dean about Cas: “Lets go find that idiot and bring him home.”

- 11x19: Dean has been looking for leads non stop for a week since Amara took Cas

- 11x21: Amara uses Cas’s heart to find Dean, then shows Dean images of Cas beaten and bloodied to convince him to turn against Chuck

- 11x23: Dean’s face when he realizes Cas is back and Lucifer is gone.

- 11x23: Dean tells Cas he isn’t stupid and that he always helps

- 11x23: Cas: “Dean are you okay? How do you feel?”

- 11x23: Cas hugging Dean super tight before he goes off to die. Dean entrusting his life’s purpose (look after Sam) then thanking him for everything.

- 12x1: Cas seeing that Dean is alive and hugging him while his voice breaks.

- 12x1: Cas taking the job Dean have him very seriously

- 12x2: Dean adorably venting to Cas about his mommy-issues

- 12x3: Dean- “Morning sunshine want some coffee.” Cas- “No thank you.”

- 12x7: “Well at least I don’t look like a lumberjack.” They are such husbands

- 12x7: “Engaged in what Cas? killing you?”

- 12x8: Cas being so worried about what happened to Sam and DEAN that Kelly escaped.

- 12x9: Mary-“You left them!” Cas- *voice breaking* “Dean told me to go!” Also, just Cas looking so hard for them.

- 12x9: Cas blaming himself for Sam and Dean being taken

- 12x9 Cas knowing how long the boys have been gone down to the hour.

- 12x9: Cas’s voice and eyes when he hears Dean’s voice on the phone.

- 12x9: Cas killing Billie because “You mean too much to me” and “The world needs as many Winchesters as it can get.”

- 12x10: Poor Sam having to deal with Cas and Dean while they fight like an old married couple.

- 12x10: Dean immediately telling Ishim to go to hell when he insults Cas

- 12x10: Sam telling Dean to go to Cas when Dean thought Cas was in trouble

- 12x10: Cas immediately believing Dean about Ishim even though they’re mad at each other. Dean about to let Ishim kill him to save Cas.

- 12x10: Ishim comparing Dean and Cas’s relationship to Ishims relationship with his human lover, then saying he was going to cut Cas’s human weakness

- 12x11: “And Cas is my best friend.”

- 12x12: Dean about Cas- “My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here...”

- 12x12: Dean stressing out and voice breaking as he tries to comfort poisoned Cas

- 12x12: LITERALLY TOLD DEAN THAT HE LOVED HIM WHILE CAS WAS DYING

- 12x12: *looking at Dean* “I love you.” Then adds “I love all of you”

- 12x12: Cas- “Run.” Dean- “Cas, no.”

- 12x12: The look Dean gives Cas when he won’t stop staring at him after he’s healed.

- 12x14: Dean says some very harsh stuff to Mary after finding out the reason they Cas almost died at the lake house was because Mary was working for the British Men of Letters

- 12x15: Dean could tell something was up with Cas after talking to him for less than a minute, over the phone.

- 12x18: Sam trying to make Dean feel better about not hearing from Cas.

- 12x19: Dean literally always acting like a scorned wife when Cas comes back after long periods of time

- 12x19: Dean made Cas a mixtape

- 12x19: Cas- “I ~needed~ to came back here with a win for you.”

- 12x19: Cas- *gesturing between Dean and himself* “You mean... we?” Dean- “Yes, dumbass, we.”

- 12x23: Dean screaming for Cas when he attacks Lucifer and trying to chase after him forcing Sam to drag Dean back through the rift. A direct parallel to Dean pulling Sam away from Jess and the fire in Pilot

- 12x23: Dean kneeling next to Cas’s dead body looking up at the sky completely devastated.

- 13x1: Dean couldn’t bring himself to say dead when referring to Cas

- 13x1: Dean PRAYED to GOD to bring Cas back

- 13x1: “We just lost ~everything~. And now you’re gonna bring ~him~ back.”

- 13x1: Dean personally wrapping Cas’s body and giving him a hunters funeral.

- 13x1: The look of complete devastation on Dean’s face when he burns Cas’s body.

- 13x3: Dean refusing to help save Jack because he blames him for manipulating Cas and getting him killed.

- 13x4: The Empty to Cas: “I know what you love, what you fear. There is nothing for you back there.” He loves Dean and Cas fears that Dean doesn’t love him back.

- 13x5: Sam being worried about Dean who has given up all hope since Cas died.

- 13x5: Dean being so distressed thinking Cas is gone forever that he tries to kill himself

- 13x5: Dean seeing Cas alive again and they both have tears in their eyes.

- 13x6: Dean hugging Cas and saying he’s been gone for “too damn long”

- 13x6: Dean being immediately happier and nicer to everyone once Cas is back

- 13x6: Cas saying “Yes. Yes, he does” (in response to Jack saying Dean really likes cowboys) with the tone of an exhausted spouse.

- 13x6: “I told you, he’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.”

- 13x6: Dean made Cas watch Tombstone with him.

- 13x6: Dean and Cas dresses like cowboy husbands.

- 13x6: Cas saying “I’m your huckleberry” to Dean in a deep accent and Dean looking away.

- 13x6: Their undercover names are Russel and Kilmer

- 13x14: The whole scene where Cas and Dean fight Gog/Magog and act like an old married couple.

- 13x14: The angry, dark look Cas gives Donatello when he tries to kill Dean

- 13x16: “Dean has him by the thigh!” Cas, jealously: “He ~what~?”

- 13x16: “and that includes the Cartwright twins.” Cas, again jealously: “what did you do with the Cartwright twins?”

- 13x19: Cas angrily confronting Naomi about forcing him to kill a bunch of Dean clones.

- 13x21: Cas secretly sliding Dean more pizza when Mary and Sam left the room.

- 13x21: Cas having to hold Dean back from going after Sam. Dean would have beat the shit out of anyone else who tried to stop him.

- 13x23: Cas trying to stop Dean from giving himself to Michael even if it meant losing Sam AND Jack

- 13x23: Cas sitting alone in the bum jet with tears in his eyes after Dean left

- 14x1: Demon: “How is it you lost Dean. I thought you two were joined at the... everything.”

- 14x1: Dean trying to save Cas from Lucifer then vs Cas trying to save Dean from Michael now

- 14x3: The look that Dean and Cas give each other when Dean comes home.

- 14x9: Cas almost being happy seeing Dean happy. And then having to force himself to not be happy so he doesn’t die.

- 14x12: Cas being phased at Dean for wanting to put himself in the box with Michael forever

- 14x14: Cas is the only Dean will let talk to him about Michael and be honest about how Dean feels

- 14x14: “No, it’s on us.”

- 14x14: Cas’s voice breaking when he talks about the possibility of Dean dying one day.

- 14x18: The pure self loathing in Cas’s eyes when he feels like he failed Dean by not telling him about Jack’s soul.

- 15x2: “You asked ‘what about all of this is real?’ We are.” THE MOST ROMANTIC LINE EVER. (Plus later Eileen and Sam have the same conversation but they get to kiss because homophobia)

- 15x9- 20:00 Dean said that they lost everyone they cared about, then added Cas specifically. Then he says “I had to bury him” not “we”

- 15x9- 23:00 Dean cries when he can’t find Cas. Then he prays to him and apologizes for letting him go. He falls to his knees praying to him and fully crying

- 15x12: “I created the world.” *shows Destiel*

- 15x15: This time when Dean sees Cas leaving the bunker, he stops him. (In reference to Cas saying “you didn’t stop me” when Dean got mad at him for leaving)

- 15x16: This is the the only version of Cas that rebelled for Dean. This universe is literally being saved repeatedly because of Cas’s love for Dean

- 15x18: CAS CONFESSES HIS LOVE TO DEAN then goes to mega hell for being gay

Anyway, Cas loves Dean and Dean LOVES HIM BACK, OKAY?!?!? Feel free to add more

#spn #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural #deancas #spn season 15 #spndaily #superwholock #sam winchester #jack kline #jack winchester #carry on #despair #spn 15x19 #spn 15x18 #spn season 4 #spn season 5 #spn season 6 #mega hell #gay #husbands #listen they’re married #they gotta bring my boy back #please #I will fist fight andrew dabb in a Denny’s parking lot

[piecksz]

dirty little secret | (m)

pairings: jock!eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, dub con, cheating, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), mouth fucking, saliva, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, sneaky sex, explicit language

words: 3.2k+

summary: eren’s unsatisfied in his relationship with his girlfriend, so he looks to you for sexual gratification.

a/n: all the characters in this story are adults! it was originally meant to be a college au but the whole “fire drill” detail doesn’t really make sense in a college setting since fire drills are typically held in dorms, so as per usual 18+ minors dni. 

Your legs moved quickly against the polished tile of the hallway while you sped up to meet with your class who had already been far ahead of you, disappearing into the throng of people filing outside at the blaring signal of the fire alarm.

You’d excused yourself during your lesson to use the bathroom, unaware that an unplanned drill had been scheduled for that day, so with haste you finished up and rushed to rendezvous with the rest of your classmates before you were left inside the building.

As you rounded the corner, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your forearm, forcibly pulling you behind the small door that stood at the end of the corridor.

Instinctively, your hands balled into fists, and you threw them blindly in the direction of your assailant. You hoped that you’d at least land one successful hit, and it would give you enough time to break out of their hold and flee.

“Y/N, relax! It’s just me!”

Your hysterical flailing ceased, and you opened your eyes hesitantly at the sound of your attacker’s familiar voice. “Eren?”

Frantic pupils fell upon a pair of mischievous jade eyes, and your terror-stricken expression contorted into an angry scowl as you drove the palms of your hands into his chest, sending him careening back into the metal shelf behind him. “You asshole! What is wrong with you?”

Eren’s quick reflexes allowed him to catch himself and the rack before both were sent tumbling to the floor. “Ow,” he grumbled, rubbing away the soreness spreading over the skin of his arm from your knuckles’ potent impact. “You’ve got a brutal left hook.”

“Yeah? You wanna see my right one?” Your right hand tightened as if you were projecting another throw, but Eren’s outstretched arm maintained a safe amount of space between you two. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

Eren’s tightly-wound eyebrows began to arch as his distressed face eased into a buoyant grin. “I wanted to see you. I missed you.”

You blinked. “Were you the one that pulled the fire alarm?”

“No, I didn’t pull the fucking fire alarm,” he replied sourly, evidently offended that you’d suggest he’d do something so juvenile. “I just got lucky.”

Your curled lip relaxed, and your irritation waned into a resigned stare. You desperately wanted to trust Eren’s saccharine words, and it didn’t take much effort to believe him while you were faced with his stupidly winsome expression. His smile was warm, eyes glossing over with adoration like he was truly expressing what he felt, and it wasn’t just empty flattery, yet you’d been more perceptive than to just take his intentions for what they were. Rather, you’d been smart enough to learn from last time.

He’d said something along the same lines, after you two had hooked up in his car after his lacrosse game. He was feeling mirthful after winning and wanted to celebrate with you, but on the cusp of his orgasm, he’d let the “love” phrase slip, and when you’d asked him about it afterward, Eren mulled over it for a second before nodding, admitting that he had feelings for you.

His confession had been somewhat of a relief, and you’d expected him to end things with his girlfriend shortly after he’d realized what he really wanted, but the following day in the courtyard, you were stunned to see Eren sitting with her and the rest of his friends, showering her with kisses like nothing had taken place the night before.

You swore you’d learned your lesson.

“Are these new? Can I see them?” Eren’s fingers gently wrapped around the frame of your glasses, pulling them from your face, and he slid them onto his ears, adjusting their position on his nose. “How do I look?”

“I can’t see, Eren,” you answered simply.

Eren laughed bashfully. “Right, I think they look better on you instead.” He slid your glasses off and tucked them back behind your ears.

Your lenses restored your lucid vision, and now that you could properly see, you noticed the way Eren’s lips were parted, lids low and languid as his face lingered only inches from yours. He’d used your glasses as leverage to get closer to you, a crafty technique, and now that he was close enough, he could whisper.

“You know what else looks better on you?” The corner of his mouth quirked upwards into his cheek, and he closed the space between you two, fixing his lips onto yours while his thumb and index finger supported the curve of your chin. His kiss was slow, mouth undulating with the most tender of movements, and when he carefully slid his tongue between your teeth you could taste the vague chill of spearmint on his breath. He proceeded timidly, as though he was touching you for the first time, but that was the very detail of your couplings that always had you running back. He handled you like he cared.  

The tip of Eren’s nose skimmed against yours, ever so slightly, while he continued prompting his tongue further into the depths of your mouth, eager to have you savor his desire.

Your body was traitorous and unmoving, allowing Eren to command you with his lips, and for a few blissful minutes, you forgot the two of you were crammed into the unyielding space of a storage room.

Eren withdrew from your mouth, and tilted his head to the side so he could occupy the empty curve of your neck, and once you felt him press mild kisses to the hollow of your throat, you freed a displeased sigh and sent him backwards with an assertive push.

“Seriously? In the supply closet?”

“We’ve got like fifteen minutes before everyone comes back.” He reassured you, shrugging dismissively before tipping his head in for another kiss.

You shifted backward, studying Eren as he continued to lean in until his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Wondering why he wasn’t receiving any contact, his eyes flitted open.

“You still haven’t broken up with her have you?” You pressed your lips into an unamused line.

Your question had Eren angling until he was standing upright, and then he rolled his head back and released a groan as though already tired from your question. “Y/N, come on. I don’t feel like having this conversation.”

“Have you?” you probed.

“No, I haven’t. It’s not that easy.”

“It really is.”

Eren drew his eyebrows up, now in regret. “We’ve been together since freshman year. Do you know how big of a douchebag it makes me look if I break up with her two months before graduation?”

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Do you know how big of a douchebag you look fucking me behind her back?”

Eren’s eyes drifted to the side.

“Or are you just embarrassed to be seen with me?” you questioned, canting your body into his view.

“Okay, you sound ridiculous,” Eren laughed dryly.

“Because I’m not a cheerleader or an athlete, and I have about one other friend. You don’t want everyone to know you’re fucking the girl that spends lunch in the library.”

“What kind of cliche movie do you think we’re in right now?”

“It’s just something I’d expect from someone who peaked in high school.” Your words were sharp on the tip of your tongue, and you could tell by the way Eren recoiled that your statement managed to penetrate his seemingly careless guise.

“I’ll handle it okay?” Eren’s hand slid over the back of his neck, looking blameworthy of all the faults you’d accused him of. “But right now I really need help handling something else.”

Your eyes narrowed in his direction after realizing he’d managed to do it again, forcing you into forgiveness with his charming abashed impression. He’d taken advantage of how spineless you were when it came to matters concerning him.

“Please?” he urged.

It was his thick brown brows that were creased in the middle and opalescent green eyes that stared you down that made him look so sincere. He was easily one of the most spellbinding people you’d ever met, attractive and likable, he knew exactly what cards to play to get his way, and even though you were aware of it, you always found yourself wrapped around his finger. A pretty face and a sweet tongue was a recipe written up by the devil himself.

You lowered yourself onto your knees, leveled with Eren’s hands working swiftly against the buttons of his slacks. “I’m done doing this, Yeager,” you announced wryly.

“I know,” Eren said, as though guaranteeing you it would be the last time.

He pushed his pants down along with his briefs in one swift motion, freeing his cock from the tight cotton confines of his underwear. His length was already rigid, the sticky beads of precum leaking out of his swollen head the result of your stalling. He’d already provoked himself by thinking of all the ways he wanted to have you, you didn’t have to do anything more to get him hard.

A relieved exhale left Eren’s lips once he grabbed the base of his cock in the sweaty heat of his palm, tapping his wet tip against your bottom lip, then he pulled the hem of his shirt up slightly, allowing you enough clearance to take him into your mouth.

You wrapped a ginger hand around his length, feeling the way his warmth throbbed in your fingers, and you leaned in, using your tongue to lap along the rim of his cock.

“Fuck—” Eren’s voice was husky as it ripped through the depths of his throat. He watched you with heavy lids, observing the way your tongue’s tip danced around his swollen head, giving coy licks to his slit, and the way his cock twitched with need at the slightest provocation. “Jesus Christ—”

You gave him a few generous pumps before taking him whole, humming at the way his girth felt against the inside of your cheeks. The skin of his length ran like hot silk over your tongue as you fell into a natural rhythm, and your lips and hand rocked back and forth against him.

Eren’s face broke out into a dirty grin. “You’re such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

You glared up at him over the edge of your glasses.

“Sorry,” he responded meekly, fingers brushing away the strands of hair that fell loosely against his forehead.

You continued working against him, excited by the honeyed melody of his moans every time your fingertips ran over the sensitive skin of his balls. Eren’s cock pulsated against the surface of your tongue with each small ministration, and you watched the muscles across his abdomen tense.

“I know you hate me,” he started. “But you have no idea how hot you look on your knees right now. Keep glaring at me like that, and I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

The mention of Eren’s warning had a torrent of heat surging between your legs, and you fought off the urge to dip your fingers beneath your skirt and begin rubbing away your discomfort. You didn’t want him to know you were enjoying this almost as much as he was.

Your heavy yet stifled breathing caused your glasses to fog lightly, so you sat back on your knees, withdrawing your mouth from him briefly to catch your breath. You lifted a thumb to wipe away at the saliva that dribbled down your chin, but Eren’s fast fingers stopped you, holding your wrist away from your face.

“Don’t,” he breathed. “You look pretty like that.”

You ran the back of your hand across your cheeks, as though you were trying to rub off the furious heat that crept across your skin and over your nose. “Shut up.”

Eren only responded with an amused smile.

Then when you brought him back to your lips for the last time, his hands settled on the crown of your head, and he pushed his cock back in until his tip relentlessly prodded the back of your throat. Holding your head in place, he began jerking his hips, fucking your mouth at an agonizingly slow pace that had heavy tears cascading down your cheeks.

Every time his cock slowly and deliberately pressed against the back of your throat, you gagged involuntarily, fingertips digging into the side of his thighs.

“Feel how hard I am?” Eren asked. “You did that.” He rocked his pelvis forward again, muffling your whines.

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck your pretty little face, don’t you?” He thrusted himself between your jaws, throwing his head back and liberating a series of foul swears. “I really need to feel you.”

With the declaration of his wish, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, inhaling sharply at the obscene sight of his length coated and dripping with your spit.

After your dry heaving subsided, Eren helped you up with a gentle hand, running his palm between your shoulder blades to soothe your coughing. He made sure you were steady before cuing you to turn so that your back was facing him, then he watched as your shaky hands slid underneath your skirt and fingers hooked around the fabric of your underwear.

“Pull out this time, Eren. I mean it,” you rasped, cautioning him ahead of time. You stepped out of your underwear and used the toe of your shoe to cast it aside.

Eren’s hands reached under your hem, large palms gliding over the curve of your ass. “The odds of you getting pregnant are like one in what?” He flipped up your skirt and continued teasing the skin of your backside. “Plus I always cover you for the pill, don’t I?”

“I don’t care, cum in me and you’re dead.” Your fingers gripped the edge of the metal shelf, and you slid your arm around Eren’s shoulder while he placed one hand on your waist for support and curved the other under your thigh. Then, he brought your knee up to his chest until all of your weight was allocated onto one leg.

Eren held his cock with his fingertips and slid himself between your folds from behind. You let out a soft, unanticipated whimper, but quickly brought your teeth down on the flesh of your tongue to smother any more sounds of pleasure. You didn’t even bother looking over your shoulder at Eren’s satisfied smirk, you could tell by the way his hand squeezed your thigh that he had noticed it.

Eren positioned himself at your entrance, skimming his wet tip over your hole before sliding himself inside you. His cock slipped in with ease, your saliva acting as a crude lubricant.

“Oh fuck—” His breath was hot over the span of your neck.

“Eren—” you sighed, forgetting all your pretenses. You closed your eyes, enjoying the way he stretched you out, and then he started moving causing a pattern of shallow cries and moans to fall from your lips.

“Fuck Y/N, you drive me fucking crazy,” Eren groaned, thrusting up into you, slowly and rhyhmically, steadily filling you to the hilt every time, while his hand traveled beneath your ribcage to cup your breast over the crisp fabric of your uniform. “She doesn’t take me as well as you do.”

You shook your head, making weak sounds of protest between delicate whines. “I don’t wanna hear that, Eren—”

“But it’s true.” Eren moved quickly between your legs, hissing every time your slick walls tightened around his aching cock. With each punctuated thrust, you continued to lose yourself, until your need unfurled and Eren had you under siege. His methodical pace sent you into a flurry of moans, and you cried his name over and over.

His even strokes began to stagger, and his breathing became rapid and shallow, chaotic pants of hot air rolling out over the span of your shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum—” He continued pounding into you, faster now, harder, keen on drawing out his orgasm, and then Eren gave one last thrust, so deep it had you shutting your eyes and pursing your lips to keep from screaming. Then he shuddered, his body convulsing with the bout of his orgasm, and you felt him release inside of you, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your pussy with every twitch of his cock.

“Y/N—” he moaned, resting his chin in the curve of your shoulder while he continued to jettison every drop of his release until he was sure he was empty.

Your hands tightened around his shoulder, as the ripple from Eren’s climax had your cunt tightening around his length, and ecstasy spread over the span of your pelvis and down your thighs. Once he grew limp, he slipped himself out of you, and you felt a slow stream of his cum run down the inside of your thigh.

“I said not to cum in me you fucking idiot.” Your legs were sweaty, making it easier for you to twist yourself out of Eren’s hold until you were now standing upright, both legs planted unsteadily on the ground.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Eren wrapped his arms around you apologetically, but you shrugged him off, using your elbow to drive him back.

Your eyes scanned the closet with haste, looking for tissue paper you could steal to clean up the mess between your thighs, and Eren must have sensed your aim because he made use of his height, seizing a large roll from the top shelf and unwrapping it before handing it to you.

You grabbed it out of his hands, waiving a statement of gratitude, and ripped away a few plies, crumpling them up into a generous wad. “You owe me eighty dollars.”

Eren’s eyebrows lifted and his face twisted into an incredulous expression while he stuffed himself back into his pants and buttoned them up. “Are you running a prostitution ring?”

“I’m serious. Fifty for the pill and thirty just for dealing with you.” You straightened out your uniform, and watched as Eren did the same, tugging on his collar to smooth out the creases.

“You’re a mean little bitch,” he jeered with a slight playful undertone, and then he looked off to the side in concentration. He turned around, pressing his ear to the door of the supply closet, and then he looked back at you. “I think they’re coming back.”

You hummed.

“I’ll walk out first.”

“Right,” you said unenthusiastically, recalling that no matter how many praises he lavished you with in private, in public you were still his dirty little secret. He vowed to you that he would end his current relationship because it was clear you were growing tired of being his toy, good enough for him to fuck but undeserving of anything else. And after all was said and done, when you two passed each other in the halls, he’d still glance at you with the cordiality of a stranger.

Eren had promised to handle it, yet it was obvious he had no intentions to, and you knew that while you watched him give you a fond smile before slipping out of the supply closet.

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