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hwangsies · 3 years

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zephyr

(n) a gentle breeze

pairing: seo changbin x female reader (hwang hyunjin x female reader)

genre: rebound to fwb to dumbasses to lovers(?), college!au, undergroundrappers!3racha

warnings: angst: mentions of infidelity, heartbreak and abuse, seemingly unrequited love, they are both so dumb and prideful its annoying, fluff, bad attempt at comedy, minsung on the side, cursing, alcohol consumption, smut: protected piv, oral (f), studio sex, praise, mild degradation, hair pulling, mild spanking

wc: 10k

enjoy <3

September

"y/n?" you hear your roommates faint voice calling out your name.

You dont bother to answer because you know she's going to come into your room at any second now.

And you're right. "y/n??" Your door opens a few seconds later.

You groan in response, not looking up and instead staying in your little cocoon of blankets.

"no babygirl what are you doing?" you feel the bed shift under lias weight when she sits down.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you grumble back, her hand gently rubbing over your arm.

"sulking, babe" she replies, dropping her purse to the ground.

"10 points for griffyndor" you sniffle as you scooch and sit up, pushing the blankets half off of you at which she sighs.

"wooyoung was not that good of a boyfriend for you to still be crying over him" lia presses her lips together concernedly.

She's right, you know it. It has almost been two months and you still feel like crying everytime someone mentions him.

"i know" you nod somewhat defeatedly "still, i was with him for almost a year and" you hiccup "he literally ripped my heart out and trampled on it"

"i know" lia nods understandingly "but i do think it would help if you went out again, even if its just for a night, you know just to be around people"

"it probably would but i just dont have the energy for it" you shrug your shoulders.

"i get it, girl, i really do" she pats your knee "both of my exes cheated on me, my only luck was that they were both awful at hiding it so i found out pretty quickly" she huffs.

You force out a chuckle, from what you heard from one of the girls that wooyoung cheated on you with, was that it started 3 months into your relationship.

"this the most humiliating thing ever, lia" you scoff "being with someone for so long, trusting them and telling them all your secrets and you think they are doing the same for you but then realizing that they were faking it all along to have multiple side chicks, and the fact that i was too oblivious to figure it out is the icing on the cake" you rub your forehead, feeling a migrane approach due to the sheer amount of crying you've been doing.

She seems to know what's happening and hands you the water bottle next to your bed "hydrate, sis"

So, you do. Taking four big gulps out of the water bottle.

Once you place the bottle next to you and tie your hair in a messy bun, you look at your roommate more thuroughly now that the tears are wiped away.

"you look pretty" you compliment her makeup and casual yet chic outfit "what'd you do tonight?"

Her contagious grin spreads over her face, eyes turning into little crescents.

"chris took me to the fair in town" lia grins before her face drops "I'm sorry, this is maybe not the time to ta-"

"No! It is, tell me about it" you interrupt her.

"O-okay" she nods hesitantly "well, i dont know if you've been keeping track but today was our fourth date and it was amazing" she gushes.

"I cant believe how much i like him, like, its crazy" she squeals a little, at which you giggle.

"so, fourth date huh? And he hasnt tried to get into your pants yet?" you quip.

"nope, i initiated our first kiss and other than that nothing" she whispers the last words before laughing.

"thats great" you smile, genuinely happy for her.

"Hmm yea" she sings as she gets up "i'll go to bed now too"

"Oh, hey, i have an idea" lia speaks up when standing in your doorway "chris has this performance thingy in two days, you should totally come!" she offers enthusiastically.

"he has a band?" you ask, partly to distract her from her offer.

"Hmm not really a band, they're a trio and there is this performance on saturday where a bunch of underground artists perform, i didnt fully listen if im honest" she giggles "but you should come with me!!" she jumps excitedly.

"i dont kno-"

"y/n pleasee? You'd do me a huge favor too because i dont know anyone there" lia pleads, clutchig her hands together.

"you know chris" you rebuttal.

"and what am i supposed to do when he's performing? stand around like an idiot? please y/n" she pouts.

"I dont really think this is my type of crowd..." you scratch your head.

"please please please" she jumps once more.

You sigh and tilt your head as you look at her sternly.

"one of his friends is single" she adds carefully.

"and cute" she sings "from what ive seen in pictures" she adds.

"lia" you groan.

"I'll do your laundry for two weeks if you come with me"

"you will?" Your head snaps towards her.

"yes i will! i promise, just come with me, please?"

A long sigh leaves your lips "okay"

The strong bass of the loud music rings in your chest as soon as you step foot into the club where “3racha” is supposed to be performing tonight.

Lia comes to a halt and you almost run into her because you were to busy checking out the venue and the other people around you.

“sorry” you mumble and hold onto her arm to avoid getting lost in the crowd.

She pulls out her phone and clicks on her and hers and chris’s chat, to figure out where to meet them, you assume.

“okay” lia puts her phone back into her jeans pocket and grabs your hand “they’re backstage, lets go”

“can we just go there?” you almost yell for her to understand what you’re saying.

“yea! Chris said he’ll make sure we’ll get in, come on” she tugs at your hand for you to walk faster.

You waddle behind her, barely dodging some drunk guys beer that goes flying before you arrive at the sign that says “artists only” and a black curtain behind it.

The guy standing infront of it raises a brow at the two of you before pointing at said sign “read ladies, no fans allowed”

“hey, they’re with me” a guy, you assume to be chris, taps on his shoulder and shows his artists badge, half of his body still covered by the curtain.

The bigger guy sighs and lets you through.

“thank you” lia lets go of your hand to loop her arms around chris’s neck once behind the curtain, they kiss and you look around.

Not because you are particularly uncomfortable, maybe still just a little bitter at happy couples.

You audibly clear your throat when they are still making out after a good ten seconds.

“oh-uhm” lia looks back at you after breaking the kiss “chris, this is y/n, y/n, chris” she giggles.

“hi y/n, nice to meet you” he gives you a quick hug and a smile full of dimples, finally understanding why your roommate is always swooning about him.

“hi” you smile back, somewhat forced.

“lets go to our dressingroom” chris suggests and leads the way.

Opening the door, he lets you and lia walk in first.

One guy is dancing around in the middle of the room, singing along to the current song that’s being played in the background with a water bottle as a pretend mic.

Another is one sitting on the small couch and laughing at him.

“oh, hi” the guy stops singing and quickly hides the bottle behind himself at which chris chuckles.

“guys, this is lia and y/n” chris points at the two of you before closing the door behind him.

“ooo the lia?” the waterbottle guy wiggles his eyebrows, at which you cant help but laugh as well, he isn’t very tall but looks lean.

“what is the lia supposed to mean?” lia laughs when chris comes up and slings an arm around her waist from behind her.

“I..well-I talk about you sometimes-“

“sometimes my ass” the guy sitting on the couch scoffs amusedly, your eyes shift to him.

He’s wearing a white baseball cap and a pretty tight fitted black Versace shirt, making his shoulders and arms look broad.

His hands clad in black half-gloves, he adjusts his cap before locking eyes with you and quickly looking down again.

“channie hyung must’ve forgotten his manners, I’m jisung” the waterbottle guy speaks up “and that’s changbin hyung” he points at the most intimidating-looking of the three of them, on the couch.

“channie?” lia squeals as she sits down with chris on the couch changbin is sitting on as well, jisung coming up to you.

“hey, you want something to drink?” he asks, pointing at the mini bar feigning cockiness “we have a mini bar”

“woow” you chuckle, playing along “sure I’d love a drink”

“how come we’ve never met on campus before?” jisung asks after mixing you a vodka soda and sitting down on the second couch in the room.

“oh, you all go to uni here as well?” you ask surprisedly as you sit down next to him..

“yea” he grins “that’s how we all met” he points at lia and chris almost sitting on top of each other “and those two”

“oh I didn’t even know that” you take a sip, trying to loosen up “I guess I wasn’t listening when she was ranting on about him”

Jisung laughs and changbin joins the two of you as he sits down next to jisung.

“they just started calling each other bubs I feel like throwing up” changbin groans as he drinks from his beer.

You huff before jisung speaks again, looking from his friend back to you “he’s usually more romantic” he quips.

“I bet” you joke with him.

“yup” changbin locks eyes with you “that’s why I’m single, I’m just too romantic” he shakes his head sarcastically.

“ooh” you squint your eyes “emotional unavailability? love that in a man” you grin, at which his eyebrow quirks up amusedly.

“speaking of man, did minho hyung text you when he’d be here?” jisung asks his friend.

“yea he said he’ll be here in 5 and that you should finally buy a new phone” changbin answers, reading it from his phone at which jisung scoffs before turning to you.

“minho is my boyfriend” he explains “he’s hot” he grins at which you laugh “I bet”

“so, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” jisung asks after taking a sip of his drink

“not anymore” you scoff, jisung inhales excitedly “guess what, changbin is single as well” he grins from ear to ear, comically looking back and forth between you two.

“oh, please dont start like lia” you chuckle, leaning forwards to lock eyes with changbin “no offense, but I only attract assholes”

He shakes his head, amusedly raising his brows “none taken” he grins at which you huff before a young woman comes into their dressing room to tell them they’re up next.

Back in the crowd, you and lia find a good place just as the lights dim and the music begins to play.

Suddenly you feel someone run into your side “woah I’m sorry” he quickly apologizes “this guy pushed me” he looks behind him.

“its alright” you nod, loud enough for him to hear.

Once they come outside, the crowd goes wild.

“jisungieee” the guy next to you all over sudden screams, you have to smile when looking at him.

“are you minho by any chance?” you ask him.

He nods aggressively “yea! do you know jisung?”

“I just met him backstage” you yell over the loud bass.

Minho laughs and nods before the bass drops and chris starts the first verse.

“he’s great right?” lia screams into your ear when the first chorus ends.

“yea” you nod, actually surprised at how good their music is, now understanding as to why the crowd loves them so much.

Changbin starts his verse and suddenly you feel somewhat entranced, his voice is rough and his bars are hard, definitely fitting his appearance but what entices you is the passion with which he appears to be performing.

Throughout their whole performance you cant take your eyes off him, the way his arms flex when he grips onto the microphone a little harder or the way his jugular sticks out when he growls into the microphone.

Not to mention the thighs you somehow didn’t notice in their dressing room, you watch them strain against his leather pants and feel even hotter suddenly.

Their last song ends and lia is quick to be in your ear about going backstage to chris again.

“oh you know chan hyung?” minho overhears and chimes in.

“yea she’s his date” you point at your overly excited roommate.

“changbin just texted and said they’re upstairs in the vip lounge, come with me” the brunette holds out his hand for you to take, which you do and grab lia with the other one.

“do you know where you’re going?” you ask minho after a minute of pressing yourself along sweaty dancing bodies.

“yea! they’re here a lot” he yells back “its right over there” he points to a flight of stairs where yet another bouncer is standing in front of.

“hey minho” the bouncer greats him with a fist bump “these girls are with you?” he points at lia and you.

“yea” he nods.

“trying something new, I see” he laughs atw hich you frown.

“oh, nono” minho chuckles uncomfortably “I’m still with jisung”

“ah-alright well, have fun” the bouncer moves after looking you all up and down, letting you walk up the stairs.

“wow, you’re famous” lia giggles at which minho huffs and shakes his head amusedly “yea, for being the only non-straight person they know”

“baby” you see jisung jump up from his seat in the spacious lounge as soon as you enter.

“hii” minho holds out his arms for him to run into, you cant stop yourself from smiling when you see jisung jump into his boyfriends arms.

“lia, y/n come over here” chris waves at the two of you.

“you were so good, baby” you hear minho praise jisung behind you as you walk over to the large round sitting booth where chan and changbin are sitting.

Lia slides into the booth and cuddles into chans side “you were awesome” she squeals as you sit down on the other end and grab a fresh glass from the middle of the round table, holding it next to changbins where he’s pouring cherry vodka into.

“can i get some?” you ask, he glances at you and smirks before silently filling your glass with a double shots worth of the slightly rosy liquid.

“so, how did you like it?” he asks as he leans back, taking a swing of his drink.

“you guys were really good” you nod “to be honest I didn’t expect such high quality music”

He laughs, leaning his head back a little, his adams apple bopping with it.

You cant help but notice the sheer sheen of sweat that expands over his thick neck, obviously coming from their escapades on stage just now.

“what did you expect? a bunch of drunks playing wonderwall on the guitar for more drunks?” he grins, straight white teeth on display.

“hey, don’t come for wonderwall” you raise your hand jokingly at which he laughs.

“I wouldn’t dare” he raises his hands comically.

“hey” you whip your head around to see jisung and minho “scoot, please” jisung speaks again.

“oh-yea” you grab your drink and scoot further into the half circle-shaped booth.

“so what do you study?” changbin asks, his voice catches you off guard because you hadn’t calculated how close you’re sitting to him.

You turn to him to realise you’re close enough to smell his perfume and aftershave.

“uh- I- art” you answer shakily before taking a sip of your drink just to pull a face afterwards.

“jesus christ” you cough a little and hold your chest as changbin laughs.

“its stronger than you’d think” he grins “can you handle it?” he teases when your eyes get a little watery.

You stare at him for a second before playfully rolling your eyes “im good”

His eyes trace over your face as you look around before he breaks the silence ”i can get you something else if you want” he offers.

“oh-uh no, I’m just being dramatic its fine” you chuckle.

“so...what do you study?” you change the topic.

“I’m majoring in music” he says, stretching out his arms over the backrest “all three of us are”

“oh, so you like, produce all your own stuff?” you ask, your eyes jumping to where his forearm touches your shoulder, that’s leaning against the backrest.

“yea, channie hyung composes the most, me and ji write a lot” he explains,

“thats really cool” you nod, looking over to the mentioned guy.

Changbin follows your eyes and huffs when the both of you see him and your roommate sucking face again.

After a few seconds they stop and giggle before standing up to go somewhere.

“where are they going?” you huff.

“I guess they want some alone time” he chuckles, lifting the arm close to you to take off the cap he’s still wearing.

You flinch when his forearm brushes your shoulder.

“are you scared of me?” he asks slowly, stopping his movements, cap still in hand.

“no- no” you shake your head, chuckling “I- its just been a while since I’ve gone out and I don’t know” you shrug “I feel a little lost”

“hm” changbin cocks his brow at your words, running one hand through his dark brown locks.

You divert your eyes from his bulging bicep back to his face quickly when he speaks again.

“any reason why?” he leans back again.

“oh, just a shitty ex and a shitty breakup” you shrug “I’m gonna spare you the details”

“aw, no please, tell me he had a small dick and everything, now im invested” he jokes.

You tsk at him and push his arm playfully, feigning annoyance.

“that still doesn’t answer my question as to why you jumped like that when my arm touched you” changbin raises his brows expectantly.

You open your mouth to speak but-

“we’ll go get some more to drink” minho interrupts you at which changbin nods.

“so?” he asks again, once minho and jisung leave.

“did that ex hit you? give me his address I’ll beat him up for you” changbin deadpans.

“no” you shake your head after taking another sip “he didn’t” you huff incredulously.

“its just- you look kinda scary” you blurt out finally.

His eyes widen before he falls into a boyish laughter, which you cant help but join.

“me?” he points at himself before laughing again, the image you had made up in your mind about him cracking.

“yea!” you raise your brows “when you look like this” you furrow your brows and lightly squint your eyes to mimic his resting bitch face.

“what the-” he splutters laughingly.

“stoop, don’t laugh” you hold onto his forearm, still giggling yourself.

He calms himself, subconsciously scooting closer to you in the now empty booth.

“maybe scary wasn’t the right word” you snicker, looking down.

“I think the word you were looking for was: sexy, hot or mysterious, maybe handsome-” he quips, grinning to himself when you start laughing again.

“no, no, I know what I meant” you joke back, just now noticing how close he is, his knee touching yours as his whole torso is turned to you.

“so none of my suggestions are accurate?” he cheekily raises one brow at which you scoff playfully.

“maybe one or two” you see his eyes jump to your lips.

The air suddenly feels thick around you with tension, changbins tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip while his eyes are still locked on yours.

You breathe in before the two of you lock eyes again "so…are you gonna kiss me, or just stare?"

He raises his brows at your sudden boost of confidence, grinning amusedly.

"what happened to me being scary?" he counters before urging you to swing one leg over his thighs with gentle hands.

You take a seat on his lap, straddling his thick thighs before looping your arms around his neck "i dont know, i think i'm into it" you quip.

His hands wander up your waist "well then i wont make you wait any longer" he grins, looking at your lips one last time before closing the gap inbetween you two.

You meet him in the middle, changbins grip on your waist tightens when his plush lips land on yours.

He pulls you closer to him, pushing his tongue past the seam of your lips.

You can taste the cherry vodka on his tongue but it riles you up even more, sucking at the wet muscle before his hands wander over the swell of your ass and each grab a handful of the flesh; your short skirt riding up when you subconsciously grind against his lap.

“be careful” he mumbles against your lips, gently tugging down the piece of fabric so you don’t expose yourself to bywalkers.

“where’s the fun in that?” you cock your head to the side teasingly.

Changbin scoffs and leans in again but you get interrupted by jisung.

“hey, we-oh” you whip your head around.

Jisungs frown turns into a grin “uh” he chuckles “we dont mean to interrupt but chan hyung texted minho and they’re going to your place” he points at you.

“ugh, seriously?” you mutter.

“I’m sleeping at minhos so, hyung you’ll have our place to yourself” he winks at changbin.

“so, we’re out too, have fun you guys” minho waves teasingly as jisung drags him away.

For a second you stare after them, until a gentle squeeze at your waist makes you turn around again.

“you could come over to my place if you don’t want to go to yours right now” he offers, eyes flickering to your lips when you bite at your lower one.

This is usually like not you, letting some guy you barely know take you home.

But here you are the next morning, looking up at the ceiling, changbins room flooded with daylight.

You sit up and look at the still unconscious changbin next to you. His blanket had fallen down and exposes his toned torso, barely covering his private parts.

A tingle forms in your lower abdomen when you think of what happened here a few hours ago.

But you pull yourself together and start looking around for your clothes.

You spot your bra on his desk and your skirt and shoes on the floor, gently shimmying out from underneath the blanket; you grab your skirt and slide it on without your panties, not being able to find them anywhere.

Right as you clasp your bra behind your back, changbins morning voice makes you flinch “you would’ve just snuck out?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as you look back at him.

“what? did you take me for a breakfast lover?” you quip as you slide into your shoes, looking around for your shirt.

“damn, that’s cold” he chuckles lowly, sitting up and watching you stride around his room.

“where did you put my shirt?” you ask, bending down to look under his desk.

“maybe you should worry about your panties first” he snickers, eyes glued to your core when you look back at him.

You kiss your teeth and straighten up quickly, having forgotten about your lack of underwear.

“not that that wasn’t a great view just now-“

“you’re not helping” you interrupt him, eyes lighting up when you spot your shirt in the hallway.

“why so serious all over sudden?” he grins “last night you were everything but tense”

You scoff as you pull your shirt over your head and stuff it into your skirt before grabbing your purse and phone.

“I have an exam in 2 days and I haven’t studied yet” you exhale.

“I could drive you home-“ he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“I’ll call a cab, uhm- thanks for last night” you hurriedly smile before walking out.

“bye” changbin calls after you, frowning and dropping back down onto his bed when he hears the door shut behind you “have a nice day I guess” he mumbles to himself.

October

You cling your jacket closer to your body as you walk through the howling wind the seasonal change had brought with it.

When you arrive at lias faculty building you take out your phone to see if she texted you about when her lecture would be over.

lia : hey babe, chris took me to his place -received at 4:17 pm

You roll your eyes, typical you think.

you : are you serious? you begged me to walk home with you -sent at 4:25 pm

You see her the little blue bubble pop up, indicating that she’s writing a message.

lia : im sorry!! please don’t be mad, he surprised me :((( -received at 4:25 pm

You scoff and turn off your phone before slipping it in your coats pocket alongside your hands. Typical, you think, ever since that night at the club the two of them have become inseparable and lia cancelling on you had become a regular thing. You are happy for her but you also miss your friend.

“y/n?” a familiar voice calls after you right as you start to walk away, you freeze and turn around.

“yea?- oh” you swallow harshly when you see changbin walk your way.

“hey” he smiles brightly and you have to bite back a grin at the cute beanie he’s sporting alongside his slightly red nose due to the cold weather.

“hi” you smile timidly.

“you never texted” he tilts his head at which you nod.

“yea, sorry I actually never got your number” you look at the ground “uh- what are you doing here?”

“oh um im on my way to the studio” he points at a nearby building “that’s the music faculty”

“ah okay, well” you lock eyes “have fun then” you turn around again, ready to walk away.

“hey” he catches up with you “you wanna join me? check out some of our new stuff?” he burries his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t know, changbin I really don’t want to date right now-“ you start at which he chuckles.

“I didn’t ask you to marry me” he stops in his tracks, grinning when you do as well, locking eyes “come on, I just need an unbiased opinion on some new tracks” he tilts his head.

You inhale before looking around you “I could drive you home after? So you don’t have to walk through this weather?” he offers, raising his brows at which you purse your lips.

“alright” you give in, changbin smiles and extends his elbow for you to hold.

You simper and coyly hook your hand around his arm as the two of you start walking.

“this is awesome!” you point to his laptop a minute after he played the first song for you.

Changbin grins bashfully and leans back into his desk chair “you think?”

“yea, the hook is super catchy” you bob your head as his eyes fix on your profile “you’re really talented, changbin” you catch him blushing before putting on another song.

After a few other songs, he takes off his headphones when you take off yours.

“can I ask you something?” he asks, you glance at him.

“you just did” you quip at which he huffs, “sure” you nod.

“how much of that night do you remember?” he fiddles with one of the rings on his left hand.

“why?” you ask back.

“well, you seemed really upset the next morning so I got kind of scared that you didn’t actually want it and I kind of took advantage of you” he recalls the night the two of you spent together.

“oh, no. you didn’t take advantage of me, I wasn’t even drunk and I would’ve told you if I had changed my mind or something. That was just the first time I ever spent the night at a guys house for a one night stand” you absently pick off some fuzzies from your jeans.

“plus I had just come out of a relationship so I was a little too emotional anyways” you chuckle.

“alright” changbin nods “just wanted to make sure” he smiles down at his hands “cause I remember all of it”

You whip your head, scoffing when you see him with a shit eating grin on his face.

“hm” you feign ignorance as you lean back “I don’t know, there wasn’t a lot to remember” you grin mischievously.

He laughs out loud, leaning forwards “no?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips comically “nah”

“cause I remember you shaking and screaming” he grins.

You shrug your shoulders “weird, must’ve faked it” you deadpan, fiddling with the headphones you’re still holding.

Changbins tongue prods on the inside of his cheek, huffing when he catches you grinning.

“right” he grins slumping into his seat a little further.

A thought flashes in your head when your gaze drops to his crotch and thick thighs, you swallow some spit in frustration as you feel your core getting hotter.

He was right, the night was amazing, maybe that was even part of the reason you stormed out the way you did.

You clench your thighs for some relief, anything really.

“want me to refresh your memory?” your eyes jump up to meet his, you open your mouth but nothing comes out; do you want him to?

Yes. Yes you do.

So, you get up and straddle him on his chair: his hands instantly gripping at your hips, pulling you closer.

“someones eager” he grins, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“shut up” you whisper before crashing your lips onto his.

Changbin groans when you tug at his hair, inviting you to slip your tongue in between his lips and grind your hips over his crotch.

He hisses before propping himself up on one armrest and holding your lower back with the other as he stands up; you squeal but he holds you before sitting you back down on the desk, next to his laptop.

“now who’s eager” you grin when his hands find the waistband of your leggings and tug them down with your panties in one.

He huffs as he bunches your leggings and panties around your ankles before slipping underneath the fabric barrier and inbetween your legs.

“by the looks of it..” he runs a finger through your wet folds “still you” he quips before pushing one finger in without warning.

You moan, you head dropping back onto the hard wooden surface.

“look at me” changbin orders as a second finger prods at your entrance, you whimper but prop yourself up on your elbows.

He curls the two fingers and pumps them almost violently, the palm of his hand smacking your clit with every pump.

“oh god-“ you yelp, your eyes scrunching together as your hips buck up.

“its changbin but god is fine too” he quips as he lowers his head, you curse at him, even though you have to laugh a little.

“you’re so annoy-ah!” you cry out because suddenly his tongue is lapping over your swollen clit, sucking on it forcefully when you claw one hand into his already messed up dark locks.

“fuck-bin- gonna cum” your hips stutter and you feel the pleasure that’s blooming in your tummy is getting ready to snap.

“mmh” he humms against you “cum then, baby” he moans, knowing full well what the added vibrations are doing to your body when your chest arches and your mouth drops open.

Your cries fill the studio as you clamp down on his fingers; he rides your through your high, holding down your hips with his unoccupied hand because you squirm with the euphoria that’s filling your veins.

“good girl” he mumbles, removing his fingers from you before bringing them up to your lips “now, suck them clean for me, yea?” he grins, lips and chin shiny with your cum.

“finally” you huff when arriving at 3rachas lounge in a club out of town; where they had just performed “this club is huge” you breathe, jisung scooting and changbin letting you squeeze past him to take a seat in between them as they chuckle.

Lia and chan already lost in their own world again as she drags him to the dancefloor, squealing when chan teasingly squeezes her sides as they disappear into the crowd.

“they are made for each other” minho sighs, sitting down and giving jisung the second beer from his hands.

“I know right” you lean back, breathing in.

“you’re still out of breath?” changbin laughs at you at which you hit his arm.

“stop it, oh my god” you feign annoyance “you know how exhausting it is to dodge beer bottles and not loose lia? she’s like a Chihuahua, I swear, you loose her once and its over” you chuckle, jisung and minho laughing too.

“you just don’t have any endurance, woman” changbin grins teasingly.

“that’s so not true” you laugh incredulously “what about two nights ago-“

“AH-“ jisung interrupts you, placing his hands over his ears “please spare us your sex stories, I hear enough of that when you’re over, babe”

You huff and changbins cheeks turn red.

“you guys are fucking?” minho asks, eyebrows raised as he takes a swing of his beer.

“good job keeping up, baby” jisung pats his boyfriends thigh teasingly at which he tsks at him.

“are you together or what?” minho props his elbow on the table to support his chin with his hand as he looks at the two of you expectantly.

“no, we’re not” you chuckle somewhat uncomfortably before looking over at changbin who just grins awkwardly.

“just here to be a good friend and keep the groupies away” you joke “right?” you nudge changbin with your elbow at which he nods swiftly, looking down again.

“yea, baby don’t be so old fashioned” jisung teases his boyfriend who just rolls his eyes playfully.

“speaking of groupies” minho mutters, spotting a group of girls just before they approach the lounge.

“hey jisungie, you wanna dance?” a pretty blonde girl bats her eyelashes as she leans down a bit to expose more of her cleavage, making jisung grin.

“baby, you’re gorgeous but I’m very gay” he nods apologetically, “Oh” she straightens up “really? You sure?”

You and changbin have to bite back a laugh when jisung nods again “very sure, thanks though, for coming”

She shrugs and looks at changbin “what about you? Wanna dance?”

“uh-“ changbin starts but you cut him off “he’s with me actually” you tilt your head.

“for real?” she stems her hands into her hips as she looks back at her posse, scoffing.

“yea” changbin loops his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him “that’s my girl, so a little respect, please”

“aww” you coo dramatically as you play along, putting your hand on his jaw to turn his head towards you before you lock lips.

“whatever” you faintly hear the girls voice get quieter when changbin slips his tongue in between your lips.

“they’re gone” you hear minho but changbin pulls your legs to dangle over one of his thighs as he grips your waist.

“guys” jisungs voice only registers in the back of your head when changbin sucks at your bottom lip and you run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“can I get you some more beers?” the waitresses voice pulls the both of you out of your trance as you break the kiss abruptly.

Jisung laughs, shaking his head at the both of you before turning to the waitress “we’ll take a round of shots I think”

November

“fuck-harder” you gasp “..mhh binnie-shit” you moan while changbin pounds into you from behind, gripping your hip tighter with one of his hands; the other one migrating up your back to gather the legth of your hair, twisting them before he pulls at their root.

You groan when you feel your hair getting pulled back, neck stretching as he picks up his pace.

“like this? fuck you love this don’t you?” he breaths ragged, but you can hear the dirty smirk that lingers on his lips every time you have rough sex..

You moan out loudly when he releases your hair and pushes your torso down onto the mattress, your hand pulling at the sheets , needing something to grip and release the pleasure.

“fuck- answer me, slut” he grunts and delivers a harsh slap to your ass.

You cry out “yes-yes-fuck-love it” you desperately gasp as he leans down to you, earning a low chuckle which sends shivers down your back.

His lips latch onto your shoulder blade and start sucking on the skin until a purple mark blooms under his lips.

“fuck” you let out a strangled yell when the hand on your hip makes its way to your front and he started circling your clit with his fingers, the pace and firmness matching his thrusts.

You cry out for him as you clench furiously around his cock “that’s a good girl” he whispers, only letting go of your clit when you flinch in overstimulation.

“cum for me- fuck baby, cum for me and let the others know who’s fucking you this good” he rasps in your ear. Not 5 seconds later, your orgasm ripples through you and you would’ve collapsed completely if he wasn’t holding you up.

You’re still panting when both of his hands go back on your hips and push them down, laying you flat on the mattress before he picks up his pace again with his last left strength to reach his own high.

“shit- y/n“ he grunts when you tighten around him again and you feel him filling the condom with some drawn out groans and a sharp hiss.

After a few seconds of nothing but heavy breathing filling the room, he pulls out and falls next to you on his bed.

You wince at the soreness that’s already presenting itself when you turn around on your back, looking over to him; you watch as he ties a knot in the condom and throws it into the trash next to his desk.

“kobe!” he exclaims gleefully at his perfect throw before looking back at you to see if you saw.

“jesus christ why am I sleeping with you” you hold your hands over your face, hating the fact that it made you laugh.

He gasps, feigning to be offended “that’s not how you speak to the guy that just made you cum three times”

“you are so full of yourself, seo changbin” you shake your head amusedly as you sit up.

“wait, I’ll clean you up” changbin is quick to rise from his comfortable position to grab some tissues from his nightstand.

“come here” he mumbles, gently urging you to lie back down before carefully wiping your own cum off your inner thighs and mound.

You watch him as he gently moves to wipe the tissue over your puffy folds, your hips jumping a little when he accidentally passes your clit.

“sorry” he grins, pressing a kiss to your angled knee; at which you feel your heart lurch forward a bit.

Woah, wait.

You’ve been seeing changbin just for sex for almost two months now, you’ve even gone with him other performances and after parties to keep groupies away and be his arm candy and never has your heart done this.

Mayday. Abort mission.

“should be good for now” changbin shrugs, shooting you a sweet smile before turning away from you to also get rid of the tissues.

You use the opportunity to shuffle to the side of his bed and slip on your panties before grabbing your bra.

“hey, you wanna leave already?” changbin asks “I thought we could hang” he tucks his hand under his head as you look back at him, clipping your bra closed “watch a movie or something”

“sorry, I promised lia I’d help her clean the apartment today” you lie, surprisingly quick, before pulling your hoodie over your head.

“so you’re just gonna fuck me and leave again?” he jokes dramatically “I don’t even get cuddles?”

“shut up” you chuckle.

“am I nothing more to you than a pretty piece of meat?” he continues as you slip into your jeans, rolling your eyes playfully.

“a toy you use when you need stress relief??” he holds his chest dramatically.

You step into your shoes and raise your brows at him.

“are you complaining?” you ask playfully.

“nahh” he pulls his covers over his abs as he watches you grab your jacket from his desk chair.

"At least give me a 'gopdbye, thanks for the bomb dick, kiss" He grins when you scoff at him. So, you lean over him and press a quick peck to his lips; he whines playfully when you lean back up again, sitting up and catching your lips with his roughly once more.

“alright, see ya” you shrug."

And shit, your heart does it again. What are you doing?

You break the kiss and ruffle through his hair.

“ugh” he huffs annoyedly, fixing his hair “I hope you have trouble walking” he quips as you go for the door.

“I’ll text you if I don’t” you wink at him before closing his door, leaning against it from the outside and closing your eyes.

“fuck” you whisper to yourself before making your way through the guys apartment.

“don’t break his heart, y/n” minhos voie comes from behind as you twist the doorknob.

“huh?” you trun around to look at him, he’s wearing a shirt that you know to be jisungs so he must be staying over.

“I’ve known changbin for a while, he seems tough but he’s a softie deep down” he crosses his arms over his chest “he hurts easier than you think”

“we- we’re both not in this for anything serious” you stammer “what do you mean?”

“I see the way he looks at you, y/n” minho smiles softly “I’m not telling you how to live your life, just, be honest with him… and yourself for that matter” he quirks one brow up, smiling before disappearing around the corner.

You squint your eyes as you’re trying to make out the label of the cereal boxes in the upper shelves, looking back at your phone you check to see what brand lia had texted you about so you don’t accidentally buy the wrong thing.

“fuck” you mumble when you see her desired cereal at the top of the shelf, so you reach up but to no avail.

“y/n?” you lower your heels to the floor again before turning around to see…

“hyunjin?” you face drops in awe.

“hey!” the tall young man smiles widely, opening his arms and inviting you to a hug.

“wow, hi” you hug him back.

Damn, what happened to him? The last time you saw him was before he moved away in 10th grade.

You used to be good friends with him, or, well, the freakishly skinny and lanky highschool version of him you met in dance class.

By the feel of it, even through the trenchcoat he’s wearing, you can tell he’s bulked up quite a bit.

After letting go of him, you cant help but stare.

His acne had cleared up and his brown hair is chin length with the top parts pulled back into a little pony tail, leaving some face framing strands in the front.

“wow- you look-“ you blink a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming “…really good, hyunjin”

He smiles on the ground, his pretty plump lips parting to reveal beautiful pearly whites which used to be covered by braces.

“so do you” he grins.

“no- I mean you look… good-good” you splutter, laughing awkwardly “like what are you a model now or something?”

“actually, yea- part time” he chuckles.

“oh” you huff “wow of course” you shake your head laughingly, blushing furiously when he doesn’t break eye contact.

“so- uhm” you gulp, making him grin even wider “what are you doing here?”

“I’m transferring here” he nods “better dance programme” he explains shortly.

“oh you still dance” you observe out loud “I haven’t danced in a while” you look down.

“you should come by after practice sometime” he offers “to catch up- or dance if you want” he giggles, a little dimple appearing on his left cheek.

“yea, I’d love that” you smile, nodding before he takes out his phone.

“put in your number, I’ll text you” he smiles softly when holding it out to you.

“mhm” you agree, saving your number in his phone and trying not to think about him staring at you the whole time.

“alright well” he checks his phone for the time, you guess “I gotta get going, only came here for this” he chuckles, holding up a carton of milk that you, weirdly enough, haven’t noticed until now.

“alright” you nod before he moves in for a hug again.

“bye” he smiles when loosening his arms again.

“bye” you mumble, staring at the back of his perfect head as he walks away.

You were about to pull out your phone and rant to lia about what just happened, when he stops in his tracks and turns around.

“almost forgot” he grins, reaching up and getting your cereal from the top shelf; winking when he places it in your hands, your body freezing.

“bye” he grins, walking away before you could thank him.

You had taken hyunjin up on his offer and met him in the dance studio after class where he showed you some of his contemporary pieces before you made your way to the popular coffee shop on campus together.

“-no seriously the second piece was my favourite I think, but they were all amazing!” you smile up at him at which he shakes his head cutely.

“can you stop complimenting me, y/n I’m getting all nervous” he laughs softly.

“oh please” you quip “with your talent and looks I would think nothing could make you nervous” you roll your eyes playfully.

Hyunjin huffs, opening the coffee shops door for you “you can” he says softly as you walk past him, you turn around to him to see him blush a litte but diverting his eyes to the big menu above the counter.

Did he just flirt with you? No, you must be tripping.

You look around to see only two other people sitting in one of the booths together, the cold must keep most people home, you think before hyunjin gently pulls at your sleeve to get your attention.

“what do you want?” he asks, the barista looking at you expectantly.

“uhm- a hot chocolate please” you say, reaching in your purse to get your wallet.

“I’ll take the same” hyunjin smiles politely, giving the barista money.

“on me” he smiles down at you.

“oh, thank you” you smile sheepishly, letting go of your purse again.

Once your hot chocolates are ready, you sit down in one of the booths, hyunjin sliding in to sit across from you.

“I was back home last week before I came here, you’ll never guess who I met” hyunjin grins.

“who?” you ask curiously.

“tim” he grins.

“tim?” your eyes almost pop out of your head “as in my first boyfriend tim?” you laugh, holding your hand to your face incredulously.

“but he moved away as well?” you half ask.

“yea he said he was visiting his grandparents, but guess the best part” hyunjin bites his lip

“what?” you chuckle.

“he got a nose job” hyunjin bites back a laugh when you gasp surprisedly “really?”

“one word” hyunjin says “botched…”

“aw no, poor tim” you frown, looking down at your hot drink as memories from back in the day come back to you.

“he always used to put his hand up my shirt when hugging” you frown, making hyunjin laugh.

“it was 9th grade y/n what did you expect?” you scoff at his rethorical question.

“I don’t know, some basic manners maybe?” you counter playfully…slowly letting the conversation die down as you both take sips from your cocoa.

“how come we never dated?” he asks softly after aminute of silence, looking up at you.

“we were friends?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“come on” hyunjin sits back in his booth “you must’ve known I had the biggest crush on you”

“you did?” you almost launch forwards in your seat, making hyunjin laugh.

“well, I guess you didn’t know then” he giggles, hiding his face in his hands embarrassedly.

“anyways, I would’ve paid good money to be able to slip my hand up your shirt” he jokes, cheeks reddening when you laugh.

“I honestly liked you a lot back then” you say “if you would’ve said something we might’ve actually gone out” you shrug gently.

“damn, way to rub that in my face” hyunjin grins.

You hold his eye contact for a few seconds before you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks again, quickly lifting up your mug to take a sip and partly cover your face.

When you put your mug back down, hyunjin grins widely, mumbling a “cute” before slowly bringing his hand to your chin and gently swiping his thumb over your top lip where a foam mustache had formed.

You gulp when he swiftly sucks the foam off his thumb, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

When he notices, he leans over, slowly as if scared to overwhelm you.

That’s when minhos words pop up in the back of your head.

“be honest with him, and yourself for that matter”

But you aren’t together, and hyunjin is great and you want to kiss him but you know it would be wrong.

However, before you know it his lips are on yours and you’re not doing anything to stop him.

They are soft and inviting and you let him swipe his tongue over the seam of your lips, but then the little doorbell rings and you hear lias voice, followed by a male one before they abruptly stop, making you pull away abruptly.

Oh.

There they are, lia, chan, jisung and changbin; looking at you.

“y/n” lia grins widely, approaching your table “aren’t you gonna introduce us?” she squeals, hyunjin clears his throat and sits back down.

The three guys hesitantly follow lia when-

“woah- hyunjin?” chan speaks up.

“chan-hyung?” hyunjin gets up from his place to receive a hug from the older one as your eyes divert to changbin who is looking at the ground.

You aren’t together. Then why do you feel so guilty and why does he look so disappointed.

“he’s cute, girl” jisung grinningly interrupts your daydreaming, nodding towards chan and hyunjin who are still talking.

You force out a smile.

“how do you two know each other?” lia asks curiously.

“he went to my highschool, the last few years” chan grins.

“what a coincidence” you mumble, almost ironically.

“I went to highschool with y/n too, the first couple years though, then I moved away” hyunjin explains “oh, im sorry, I’m hyunjin by the way” he turns to jisung and changbin.

“I’m jisung, this is changbin” jisung smiles, pointing at his grumpy friend.

“I’m lia” lia grins “his girlfriend and her best friend” she points at chan before snuggling up to you, giggling.

Jesus, woman where do you get the energy? Is what you want to ask but you just flash another forced smile, hoping this moment will pass quickly.

“where were you guys?” you change the topic, hoping changbin would maybe look at you if you spoke up.

“oh, I caught them all huddled up in the studio” lia grins “they probably haven’t been outside in a week again” she giggles.

“true” jisung quips.

“hey lets all sit down” hyunjin suggests.

“I’ll get a coffee” changbin mumbles, walking back to the counter.

You usher lia to make way for you to get out of the booth, following him.

“bin” you stand next to him as he looks up at the menu but he ignores you.

“you could at least acknowledge my presence, your highness” you quip annoyedly.

“what do you want me to say, y/n?” he mutters.

“I didn’t know this would happen with him or I would’ve told you” you say, looking back at the other four talking and laughing in the booth.

“we’re not together y/n, you’ve made that very clear; if you wanna kiss lord farquaad go ahead, I’m not stopping you” he looks over to the booth as well.

“jesus christ” you huff “why are you so defensive then?”

“hi” changbin greets the barista who just came from the back “I’ll have an iced coffee to go, please” he orders.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you y/n, maybe I’m having a bad day” he answers when the barista makes his way to the coffee machines, you feel a lump from in your throat.

“yea, well thanks for making mine bad as well” you turn on your heels to join the others, hyunjin sees you coming back and scooches to make some space for you next to him.

You smile and thank him quietly when he also gives you your mug.

“everything alright?” he asks quietly, as to not disturb the others conversation.

“yea, just had to ask him some stuff” you smile at which he smiles back, turning back to the others.

After a minute changbin approaches the booth with his iced coffee “hey, I’ll run back to the studio I gotta finish that track”

“ugh, changbin I just dragged you out of there, stay for a second” lia protests and jisung nods along.

“nah, gotta get it done tonight” he shakes his head.

“alight see you later” chan nods.

“nice to meet you, man” hyunjin says, nodding at him as well.

“yea” changbin answers tight-lipped before walking out.

December

”I’m sorry, hyunjin” you frown “I’m just not ready for a relationship after what happened with my ex-“

“its alright y/n” his large hand encases yours “you don’t have to explain yourself to me”

You sigh in relief “I’m sorry I tried to rush things, it just, seemed to good to be true to find you here and everything” he says.

“but I’ll wait for you, if that’s what you want” he looks up at you.

“oh, jinnie you shouldn’t have to do that” you shake your head “I’m sure there are great girls out there who are emotionally ready to be with you”

“yea, but you’re the girl I want to be with” he says softly and your heart shatters into pieces because you’re not sure he’s the guy you want to be with.

You fight yourself through the crowd at 3rachas last performance of the year, at the same venue where you met them for the first time. Just like the time before, chan makes sure lia, hyunjin, minho and you are able to come backstage.

“I’m excited to see you perform, man” hyunjin grins at chan, patting his shoulder “your stuff was already dope back then…” they continue speaking as you enter their dressing room.

Jisung greets his boyfriend as you and lia sit down on the leather couch.

Changbin is standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair before his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, but he just diverts them to chan who’s grabbing a beer for hyunjin and himself, you guess.

“did you have to invite him?” changbin semi-whispers to the older one, nodding at hyunjin, chan just frowns confusedly,making changbin shake his head and walk out.

You look at hyunjin who is talking to minho and jisung, and doesn’t seem to have heard changbin. So, you get up to follow him out but lia holds your wrist “y/n you cant keep running after him” she hisses.

“he cant keep treating me like im invisible, I just want to clear the air” you free your arm and walk out to see changbin almost at the end of the corridor, walking out of a heavy door which, you think leads outside.

After reaching the door you open it to find him outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building, looking down at his phone.

The cold air hits your skin and you shiver, only wearing a top and some jeans since its warm in the club.

Changbin notices you and looks up “what do you want, y/n?” he asks.

“that was real classy back there” you comment, holding your arms to your body to preserve some warmth. Changbin huffs, unfazed as he looks back at his phone “whatever, y/n”

“no, not whatever bin” you step closer to him “he asked me to date him” his head shoots up and you lock eyes, for a second they are soft in the way they look into yours but something changes and they turn mean when he speaks again.

“so? that’s a you proplem” he shrugs.

“its not a problem at all, he’s sweet and loving and cares about me but for some reason im standing here, hoping that you’ll give me a reason to not be with him” you feel your throat closing up with anger mixed with confusion when he starts chuckling.

“you’re not serious are you?” he squints and your heart drops, tears pooling at your lashline.

“of course not, I couldn’t expect someone as stubborn and- and comunicationally incompetent like you to understand anything about feelings” you turn on your heels when a teardrop rolls down your cheek.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, making you turn back “I’ve wanted to be with you since that moment in the club where you kissed me infront of all these girls. It was always you who was stubborn y/n, you never wanted to spend anymore time with me other than fucking” he snaps at you, taking a breather to start another sentence but you cut him off.

“-then why didn’t you say anything?” you ask quietly and he looks down.

“because- fuck” he lets go of your wrist “I didn’t want to scare you away, you in my bed was better than no you at all. But then fucking prince charming appears out of no where and sweeps you off your feet-”

“but I don’t want prince charming I want you” you blurt out, tears now streaming down your face, making him take a step back as his eyes soften.

“then why didn’t you say anything?” a small smile tugs at his lips as he closes the distance between you, gently running his hands up your arms, feeling the goosebumps brought on by the cold.

You huff, looking down and watching one of your teardrops melting a tiny hole into the snow before looking back up “because I’m stubborn and comunicationally incompetent” you sniffle “and stupid apparently”

A grin spreads over changbins face as his hands cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs “so, you wanna be stubborn and stupid together?” he whispers, locking eyes with you.

You press your lips together, trying to keep yourself from sobbing even more as you nod.

He chuckles softly ”you can stop crying now, baby” at which you nod beathing in shakily but smiling when he pushes some hair out of your face.

“can you kiss me now please” you sniffle whiningly, huffing in a laugh when he pulls a face.

“i dont know babe, you’re a little snotty right now-” he jokes.

“shut up” you hit him, chuckling when he pulls you even closer by your waist and gently connects his lips with yours.

A soft wind blows through your hair and you loop your arms around his neck even tighter, deepening the kiss at which he moans, holding your waist tighter to his body.

The door creaks open and “are you guys finally together?” minhos voice makes you break the kiss.

“yea” you grin when jisung comes out after his boyfriend.

“nice” he grins, nodding at you.

“yea yea nice, beautiful love whatever, hyung we’re up, lets go” jisung rambles, laughing and running back inside when changbin pretends to hit him, minho shaking his head and following him.

“you’ll watch me yea?” your boyfriend grins at you, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.

“from the front row, baby”

a/n: omg im finally done wth this took me so long yall, i started writing this sin september (which is why the fic starts in september as well lol) sorry about the winterly feelings i’m pushing onto you in the end but last week it literally snowed where i live so i was like uh?!?!?!? okay lets write some snowy shit, global warming ftw i guess....anyways i hope u liked it pls leave some feedback and/or ur favourite part ig lol i would appreciate it alot <33 (not proofred yet oopsie)

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ooh ooh are you still doing the hugs prompts? number 2 merthur pleasee. thank <3

👀👀👀ofc

I love sleepy hugs so much omg thank you for this prompt cjkdndkajf

Was just gonna be soft sleepy hugs, but then it got away from me and h/c slipped in when I wasn't looking.

I hope you like it!!!!!

[Also posted on my Ao3!]

Fic below the cut 💕💕

Merlin struggled to hold back a yawn as he dragged the whetstone over Arthur’s sword with care, sitting on the floor next to the fire as he worked on a cold evening.

He shouldn’t be so tired, but he was exhausted.

The previous day he’d been overloaded with duties thanks to the preparations for the upcoming spring festival around the citadel. The previous night, he’d gotten no sleep, having to deal with a magical threat that had slipped in under his and Arthur’s noses. Now, he’d spent his entire day with practically no breaks—what with his duties for Gaius and his duties for Arthur…

He was beyond exhausted.

His grip slipped as he dragged the stone down the blade, and he stared as his hand ran along the blade. Slowly, he set down the whetstone and sword on the floor, before staring blankly down at the slice on the heel of his palm. Blood bubbled at the surface, quickly slipping from the wound. He was so engrossed with staring at his bleeding hand, he didn’t even notice Arthur had walked over until he spoke.

“Merlin? Is there a reason you stopped working, or have you just chosen this instant to show your defiance again?” The prince asked from behind Merlin.

The words seemed to snap Merlin out of his daze a fraction, but not enough to fully process what had happened yet. The sorcerer blinked slowly once, twice, then he twisted his body back to look at Arthur, that same empty look still on his face.

“I think I cut myself,” he mumbled, looking very much like he was in another dimension.

Arthur let out a small confused noise before kneeling down beside Merlin. “What do you mean you think you cut yourself? Merlin, where did you—oh dear gods.”

Merlin tilted his head at the abrupt change in tone and sentence direction. He followed the prince’s line of sight to his hand, where the blood was starting to drip onto the floor. A small frown marred his brow and a pout tugged at his lips as he watched the red stain the floor he sat on.

“I’ll clean it up,” he promised, his voice still barely above a whisper. Arthur let out an incredulous laugh from his position next to him.

“Merlin!I don’t care about the—stay here,” he shook his head, standing up as Merlin zoned on his injury again, “let me grab the emergency bandages from my desk.”

As his footsteps receded, Merlin blinked a few times, his eyes widening impossibly as the wound on his hand finally registered in his brain at the mention of bandages. The pain finally seemed to set in at that point, and he let out a hissing gasp, clutching his hand to his chest as he stumbled to his feet, looking around for Arthur.

“Merlin, stay there,” Arthur ordered as he rummaged through his desk. Merlin was feeling just a little hysterical at the moment, though, what with his bleeding hand and severe exhaustion, and could care less about orders. He went to take a step, to approach the prince, but he wobbled and quickly decided against defiance.

Oh, he felt faint. Did he really lose that much blood? Or was he just that tired?

Probably that latter, his cut wasn’t that bad… Was it?

“I’m bleeding,” he managed to get out, his voice still sleepy but much more aware, “I cut myself—Arthur, I cut myself on your sword.”

“Yes, Merlin, I know that, why do you think I’m getting the medical kit you put in here,” Arthur sighed, speaking as if talking to a toddler. Merlin let out an indignant sound. He didn’t quite appreciate that.

He was hurt! Prat could do to improve his bedside manner.

Bedside…

Oh…

Bed… A bed would be nice… Sleep. He needed sleep.

His cut wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t even really bleeding much anymore.

Merlin started his walk towards Arthur’s bed, stumbling a bit as he walked, his judgement hazy from exhaustion. Arthur didn’t seem to notice, as he swore quietly, still searching for the kit.

The sorcerer succeeded in his daunting journey to the bed and crawled onto it with a small hum. It was so soft… So much more comfortable than his own. How unfair. He curled onto his side; bleeding hand still clutched tightly to his chest.

He nuzzled his face into the pillow he laid his head on, and inhaled deeply, smiling as he was reminded of his prince. Merlin let his eyes flutter shut, all care for his wound lost at the prospect of sleep.

“Alright, I’ve got the—Merlin!” Arthur exclaimed with a huff. Merlin heard his footsteps stomp over to him at the bed, and peeked open an eye just a crack to look at him, frowning. He wanted to rest! Was that too much to ask? “Dammit, Merlin, I told you to stay there, not get in my bed! Why would you even—no, you know, just, sit up. Sit up.”

Merlin let out a groan as Arthur pulled him into a sitting position before sitting down on the bed across from him.

“Only you could be such an idiot as to cut yourself doing something you do regularly… Only you…” He muttered, as he pulled Merlin’s hand away from his chest and [surprisingly] gently coaxed his clenched fist to open before holding his hand palm up so he could inspect the cut.

Merlin watched him, struggling to keep his eyes open. Arthur sighed softly and took a length of bandage into one hand, while the other held Merlin’s.

“You look exhausted,” Arthur finally commented, when Merlin couldn’t conceal a yawn as Arthur began wrapping the wound. Merlin just hummed, watching tiredly as the bandage tightly wound around his hand. “Are you taking care of yourself? Not that I—just, I can’t have my manservant passing out during his duties because he was on some secret magical mission the night before. It would be bad for appearances…”

Had Merlin been more awake, he would have teased Arthur for his fumbling to cover the fact that he cared about his sorcerous servant. Merlin was not more awake, though, so he just shrugged, his eyes half-shut as another yawn passed his dry lips.

Arthur finished wrapping his cut with the bandage and clicked his tongue. Merlin’s brows knitted together in confusion at the sound. The prince just shook his head and got up, quickly putting the kit back away before walking back over to where Merlin sat on his bed.

He stood by the side for the bed for a moment or two, staring down at Merlin with a contemplative look. Finally, he just sighed loud and dramatically, before gently pushing Merlin back down into a laying position. Then, as Merlin blinked in confusion, he grabbed the duvet from where it had been rumbled at the foot of the bed, and pulled it over the warlock carefully. He skillfully avoided looking at Merlin throughout the entire process of what was basically tucking him into his bed.

Merlin didn’t comment on it, though, he just smiled to himself and rolled onto his side, getting comfortable in the large bed. When Arthur finally stopped fussing with the blankets, Merlin opened his eyes and looked up at him, curious. Arthur hesitated, biting his lip slightly, before shaking his head and turning to walk back to his desk.

Had Merlin been more awake, he would have realized what he was about to do was potentially incredibly stupid. Merlin was not more awake, though, so he didn’t think twice before reaching out with his uninjured hand and grabbing the retreating prince’s wrist.

Arthur froze mid-step and looked back in confusion.

“Stay,” Merlin mumbled, too tired to filter himself.

“What?” Arthur frowned. He didn’t try to pull back his wrist, though. Merlin loosened his grip.

“Don’t want to…” His train of thought was cut off by a loud yawn, and he shook his head, rapidly blinking away tears from his yawn. Arthur just watched him, looking hesitant—anxious—yet, almost hopeful.

“You don’t want to what, Merlin? Unlike you, apparently, I cannot, in fact, read minds,” he tried to tease, but his voice came out too soft, too breathless. Too shaken, almost. Why was he shaken? Merlin raised his head from the pillow and rubbed at his eyes with his bandaged hand, the other still holding Arthur.

“Don’t want to sleep alone…” He confessed, his voice quiet, yet much too loud the silence of the room, where the only other sound was their breathing and the crackle of the fire.

Merlin watched as Arthur’s shoulders tensed, then drooped slowly as they relaxed. Watched as the anxiety on his face slowly melted into something else, something softer, something Merlin was too tired to name. He watched as Arthur finally pulled his wrist [albeit perhaps too gently] from Merlin’s hand, only to sit on the edge of the bed and pull off the boots he still wore from the day.

He let his head sink back down onto the pillow, sleep creeping closer as he tried to stay awake to see what Arthur would do next.

The prince stood once his boots were off and Merlin felt a twinge of disappointment. The disappointment left as soon as it came, however, when he realized, Arthur was just walking to the other side of the bed. The feeling was replaced with a warm burst of affection as the prince climbed into the bed beside him.

Merlin rolled over to face him, as Arthur got comfortable on his side wordlessly. Once Arthur stopped moving, he shuffled closer to him.

“Hold me,” he ordered, looking at Arthur’s face. Arthur hesitated a moment, before moving closer as well and wrapping his arms around the sorcerer, pulling him close. He rolled onto his back, pulling Merlin half onto him, and the brunet let out a soft hum.

Merlin wrapped his arms lazily around Arthur in a sleepy attempt to return his embrace, and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. He felt a hand bury itself in his hair, just resting there, and his tired smile widened as his eyes shut.

“I love you, Arthur…” He confessed, the words slurred from his state of half-sleep, and muffled from his position at Arthur’s neck. He knew Arthur heard him, though, when the arm around his waist tightened in response. He knew Arthur heard him, when a gentle kiss was placed to the top of his head—well, best it could be at the awkward angle.

And he knew Arthur heard him, when, as he finally succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep, he faintly heard that voice he loved so much whisper words he’d never thought he’d hear,

“I love you too, Merlin…”

#merlin #bbc merlin #arthur #merlin/arthur #merthur #hug prompts #sleepy hug #h/c #hurt/comfort #hurt merlin #tired merlin #one shot #fanfiction

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leerongrong · 4 years

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of princesses and amortentia.

Pairing: Lee Jeno x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: In which you’re Slytherin’s princess and you get paired up with Gryffindor’s golden boy, Lee Jeno, for potions class. [Hogwarts AU]

Requested: yes!! Can I ask for a promt pleasee. 2. 2. 2/5/19/38 The boy is up for your choice, thank you ♥️♥️

Note: @neoculturalshit i stressed over this for 2 days ahgshash. i present to you, for her highness’ late birthday gift ♡ also yes, this time both nana and hyuck make an appearance,, dont drag me for it😤

Cracking fire with mixed in enchantment spells are the main sounds coming from the common room while hallways are silent, littered with nothing but the sounds of Madam Filtch’s meowing cat. The courtyard is filled to the brim with spectators from all houses, suspense in the air as two houses battle against each other for victory.

Slytherin is up against Gryffindor today. The final match of the season being the spectacle for other students to watch, rooting for their houses and making bets on who would win while you’re prancing in the Slytherin chamber, hands wrapped so tightly around your wand it would break. Your brother, Jaemin, is slumped on the couch, eyes following you with a smirk painted on his lips. He’s in nothing but his common clothes, having ditched all his classes for the day in favor of “very important work,” which so happens to be sleeping on the couch while listening to the venomous words dripping down your lips.

”Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck.”

“Ooh, careful princess.” Jaemin’s words are playfully sweet in contrast to the deep voice he has, the thing that has all of Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors alike down on their knees for him, his infamous charms even rivaling that of his parseltongue. “You’re going to put me and our great, great, great grandpa Salazar Slytherin to shame.”

“Besides,“ Jaemin fake pouts, “Shouldn’t princesses be sweet, charming and dignified? I expect the same from Slytherin’s own princess.”

Spells come flying out from your wands onto each other, harmless enough to not put you into too much trouble yet scorching when one hits the skin. The screams from outside are hard to ignore and one rattles your concentration, a rogue spell barreling towards Jaemin, one which he happens to avoid just in time for it to only burn of a bit of his hair. Fireworks go off in the air as you turn your head to see Gryffindor’s star quidditch player, Lee Jeno, with a Golden Snitch in his hand.

“You should’ve played.“ You scoff at Jaemin when you see the boy with a mischievous smile on his face, hands flying to the back of his head, a satisfying smack coming from it when your palm lands on its target. “We would’ve won if Slytherin’s ‘star player’ had played.”

Your eyes are back on the field, teeth clenching when you catch sight of Jeno, the boy smiling and being tossed into the air by his team while they celebrate a win. Lee Jeno is Gryffindor’s golden boy, a direct descendant from one of the most brilliant wizards of the time, Godric Gryffindor. You’ve never met the boy in person but from the start of the school year, people have put you and his friend circles against each other, causing a natural brewing competitiveness and although you’d never say it out loud, you wondered what it would be like to be friends with them.

Lee Jeno’s circle of friends are those of an odd pack; with Mark lee, the naturally clumsy but brave senior. Huang Renjun, the hot headed and fire spitting dragon trainer and Park Jisung, the shy but incredibly talented quidditch junior who’s expected to take over for Jeno. Then comes Lee Jeno himself, excelling at charms, potions, ancient runes, and especially, quidditch. Talents clear as day as he does have Gryffindor’s blood running in his veins.

Then there’s you and Jaemin. Slytherin’s prince and princess, named after your ancestor and for the blood that is running in your veins. All your life, you’ve been branded as special and different, your parents strictly raising you both to be valued heirs of your family, something you nor Jaemin wanted. Even from the start of your year, the two of you had been famous, other Slytherins coming to tag for a spot in your circle, until Lee Donghyuck came in. Cunning, Quick witted, Resourceful and very talented in Dark Arts, the epitome of what a Slytherin truly is.

“You good for nothing, always looking for trouble- Na Jaemin!”

The roaring crowds from outside fades into the background when the room’s gigantic double gates burst open to reveal a steaming Donghyuck with his hands still wrapped around his broomstick, a sign he came running over after the game finished.

“What’s up, pal?” Jaemin’s hands are raised in mock defeat the moment Donghyuck grabs him by his collar, a scream pulled out of his throat when Donghyuck raises his broomstick and whacks Jaemin’s head with it. It’s always a pleasure to watch the two quarrel, something that always brings a smile to your face ever since the two first met. The bond the three of you have is unique, something you didn’t think you’d find in Hogwarts.

“You have the emotional capacity of a brick!” Donghyuck is sheeting, his normally tidy uniform is a wreck and his hair looks windswept from his previous game. “I told you to be there for the game! And what do you do? Laze around in the common room instead?”

“Hyuckie, I need you to calm down.” You’re smiling as you see him take deep breaths, joining in with him to shake off your own ongoing nerves. “That’s much better.”

The moment the words leave your lips, Donghyuck is smiling back at you, pulling in to give you a hug. Somewhere behind you a gagging is heard and you’re rolling your eyes, hands grabbing at the broomstick still in Donghyuck’s hand and swinging it at Jaemin’s head, glaring when he ducks from the blow.

“Is there a reason my favorite set of siblings didn’t come to watch me play?”

Donghyuck is swinging his feet over the couch, planting himself in the corner whilst Jaemin sits down at the other side of the couch, creating a space in the middle just enough for you to fit in between the two. “Did you have another date with that Hufflepuff girl, Jaems?”

“She was cute, “ Jaemin shrugs, “But I think I would rather eat expired spam.”

“Ha!” You’re halfway to sitting down when Donghyuck raises a finger to point at Jaemin, successfully hitting your cheek in the process of it. The glare you send does nothing to him, the boy throwing an arm around your shoulder while still focused on humiliating your brother, “Suck on that! You aren’t as attractive as you thought, huh?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jaemin’s waving his hand in the air for a moment, before he’s pointing his finger at you, redirecting all of Donghyuck’s attention onto you. “Besides, you should be more interested in our own princess’ date.”

“A date, as in where two people get together to get to know each other, to see if they’re compatible?” Donghyuck frowns, “Since when have you been interested in boys?”

“Jaemin,” You groan, “Partnering up with Jeno for potions isn’t a date.”

“Jeno? As in Lee Jeno!?” Donghyuck’s scream catches the attention of multiple people coming into the room after watching the match, some looking at you peculiarly while others don’t even spare a glance. It hasn’t even reached midday and you’re already tired from all the drama your two friends are causing, wishing the day would come to an end soon.

“The professor just wanted us to pair up because we’re the only ones who could rival each other.” You glare at Jaemin. “Not because he wants us to go on a date.”

Hushed whispers cut off the flow of conversation, some students cocking their heads to the door while you could feel the other bunch have their eyes on you. Both Jaemin and Donghyuck are craning their necks over multiple heads and Donghyuck’s the first one to come back to his original position, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face which is duplicated by Jaemin. “Well princess, I think it’s time to leave. Your prince charming has arrived.”

A Gryffindor peeking his head into the Slytherin common room isn’t a usual sight to see and you, yourself wouldn’t believe it if you weren’t seeing it with your own eyes, especially if said Gryffindor in question is golden boy, Lee Jeno himself. You’re watching with peek curiosity as Jeno peeks inside the room, his eyes darting everywhere as if he’s searching for someone. You have to admit that it would take bravery only a Gryffindor possesses, after all it would scare the living daylights out of anyone else but him.

His eyes narrow in on you and you’re checking if he’s staring at anyone else until a smile pops on his face and he’s screaming your name for everyone to hear. Gasps and murmurs break out but are silenced, not even seconds later, when Donghyuck lets out a laugh, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent room. Your brother nods his head to Jeno’s direction, a smirk resting on his face as you get up to meet Jeno. The fast steps you take are enough to reach him in a few seconds and the ongoing watchers disappear with a look from you, leaving you and Jeno with some privacy, except from your brother and friend.

“Lee Jeno, what a surprise.” You force out a smile, “A pleasure to see you, of course. But may I ask, what in Slytherin’s name are you doing here?”

Your nose scrunches when Jeno lifts his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. Lee Jeno smells of sweat, grass and a little bit of catnip, something you find odd since for all the years you’ve been in Hogwarts, you’ve never seen catnip grow anywhere near. Lee Jeno is everything you’ve heard of him to be; muscular, tall and looks as if he belongs on the field.

‘I never knew he would be this cute up close.’

A head shake dissipates all your thoughts, choosing to focus solely on the boy in front of you, who seems to be in a world of his own. Patience is not something you have, annoyance starting to bite at the back of your neck like a three headed snake. “Well?”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry.” Jeno’s ears are painted with a shade of red, cheeks in a similar condition. “I thought we could revise a bit before potions. Since the professor has high expectations on us and all.”

You’re pondering for a moment, listing off all the things you needed to do by tonight, ears pricking up when the sound of Jaemin’s laughter fills the room behind you. You decide that as much as you would enjoy working on ancient runes with Jaemin, you’d enjoy working on poyions a little bit more.

“Sure,” You nodded, “Lead the way.”

“So are you sure we can use this place?” Jeno’s pace is a bit too quick for you to handle, forcing you to take bigger and quicker steps so that you’re walking side by side with each other. In the short amount of time you walked with Jeno, you realized he’s not one to speak. He prefers to keep quiet and let you do all the talking, he spews out a few questions here and there to keep the conversation going, and you suppose it’s a good difference than when you’re with Donghyuck and Jaemin.

“Yes, I asked professor Slughorn beforehand if you’re worried.”

The air is silent for a while, both you and Jeno hard at work on collecting the few necessities for your potion, with Jeno grabbing the books by the professor’s desk and you collecting the herbs to brew. The potions room is nothing special, decked out with chairs and tables in the middle for students to experiment on, a brewing pot stacked on each and every one of those desks. “So what’re we making?”

“Amortentia.” Jeno looks almost different in the dim light, almost as if he’s a different person than the one you’ve seen all these years. The way his arm moves as he’s stirring the potion, the way he’s squinting his eyes as if the potion would disappear if he looked away. You almost hear yourself say he looks magical with the mist that’s starting to float around, a telltale sign that the potion you’re working on is almost complete, “With a little bit of a twist.”

“A twist?” You’re positive the mist swirling around the room has gotten into your head, twisting your mind into thinking nonsense, and almost scoffing when the thought of smelling what Jeno smells like in the Amortentia appears. “A twist how?”

“Well,” The mist around you is changing in colors; one moment you’re seeing a hint of green, something that reminds you of Donghyuck. Another moment you’re seeing pink, something that you’ve associated with your brother your entire life. You even started seeing a hint of blue, something that vaguely reminds you of you, although you didn’t expect to see the patches of red and gold. You didn’t expect to see the two specific colors that reminds you all too much of Gryffindor, all too much of Jeno. “We know that Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world and that it smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.”

“So I thought,” Jeno mumbles, “Why not create something that foretells who you’ll be attracted to?”

The potion itself turns from a darkened ink blue into one of a mother-of-pearl sheen, the color briefly catching your eye before it puffs out more mist, some enhancing into spirals while others turn into odd shapes. Your eyes are drawn to a perfectly shaped lion pup playing with its siblings, then darting around to lock onto what seems like a kitten playing with a golden snitch in its paws. Swirling spirals of mist encase both you and Jeno, said boy looking to the edge of the room where he sees a little girl, one that looks exactly like you, playing with a golden snake.

“I’d hate to pry.” Your eyes catch onto the sight of a little boy on a broomstick, flying around above meadows of flowers and your heart beats a little faster when you realize the child looks a little too similar to Jeno for your liking. “But what does it smell like to you?”

“It smells like crackling fire, vanilla, and ancient runes.” Jeno’s looking around in bewilderment, trying to find the little girl in the room only to find you standing, looking dazed but straight at him. His heart is beating hard and fast, mind racing with a billion thoughts while he tries to figure out the last time he’s caught a sniff of vanilla or ancient runes, finding it seldom that he encounters those objects. His mind clicks into place when he realizes the only time he’s smelt a whiff of vanilla, being earlier when he went into the Slytherin common room to see you. “What about you?”

“It smells like freshly mowed grass, new parchment,” Your eyes flick onto Jeno, finding it hard to see him in the midst of Red and Gold clouding your vision, while Jeno’s sight is filled with nothing but Green and Silver, “..and catnip.”

“My head understands things that my heart is not yet willing to accept.”

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threeletterslife · 3 years

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Thank you Chana! That's really nice of you to say!

I love your banners! Also, along with the fic, I get inspiration from them as well. They help in picking out a scheme/palette.

Ooh, a long weekend sounds amazing! I hope you enjoy it! :)

pleasee my banners are mediocre at most LOL i kinda just find a photo, slap some text on it and call it a day *insert clown face* after writing a whole 10k fic the last thing i wanna do is spend like five hours making a banner (so part of it stems from laziness, yes)

and thank yoU!! i will definitely attempt to enjoy my weekend but, of course, my exams next week tell me otherwise :’(

#ask #justastar

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ffangirlingsince2001 · 4 years

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Can I get Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader? Reader drinks an energy drink and their heart rate jumps through the roof. They're supper hyper and Dean and Sam are worried about how fast reader's heart is beating. They are so worried that they have to pin her down in order for her heart to slow down. Pleasee. Thank chuuu

Ooh yes, although do you want one brother focused on more heavily? Anonymously message me if yes or no

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fics-for-my-heart · 5 years

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hello the requests are open? If not, if it's okay, you can ignore this. I love your blog and I would like request one where the reader is Roger's daughter and at her wedding with Ben (I love that man) she sings someone to love (because I love that song) to Ben pleasee.

Omg yes! Ima post this here and make it short and sweet! ❤️ enjoy (this got longer than I expected

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Somebody to Love

“Dad!” You call into the large house. While planning your wedding with Ben, an idea popped into your head and you need the help of your father, Roger Taylor, and your uncle, Brian May.

“In the kitchen love!” His voice echoed slightly through the high ceilings. His laugh shortly followed. When you entered, him and Sarina were at the island working on cookie mix. “Hello there lovely.” Your father smiled at you, hands covered in flower.

“Hello pops.” You kissed his cheek, then made your way to give Sarina one. “I have some questions for you.” You said, pointing at your dad.

He nodded, adding another hand full of chocolate chips to the dough. “Shoot darling.”

You took a seat on a barstool. “Okay. So we can have the wedding here still, correct?”

“Correct. Already have everything ordered to arrive two days before, and a set up crew for the day before.”

“You’re absolutely amazing. Rina, Maria and her team are still going to do our makeup, right?”

She beamed at you. “Yes! She texted me yesterday to confirm the days. She’s excited.”

“I love you guys so much. You’ve really helped take some of the weight off of the planning. But. Dad. I have one more request.” You smiled at him, knowing he definitely wouldn’t say no.

He gave you his signature pinched brow face. “And what night that be?”

“Well, I also need the help of Uncle Bri. But….”

———

When the day finally came, everything was perfect. The wedding and reception were held in the backyard of your fathers, much like his and Sarinas wedding. All of your family was there, including Joe, Gwil, Rami, Lucy, Allen and his wife, and all of Ben’s family as well. The ceremony was beautiful and simple, you and Ben read your own vows, and there wasn’t a dry eye left.

After the wedding, you and Ben took pictures around the garden. Making sure to stop and take some at Freddie’s statue. Then came the reception, laughing dancing, embarrassing speeches from your siblings and Joe. It was an amazing night. But you had one more surprise for Ben. And you were only slightly nervous.

“Hey guys!” You said into the microphone, your dad and Brian getting ready behind you with their instruments. “I want to start by saying thank you for coming. And thank you for making this night so memorable, we love all of you so much. Secondly, I know we said vows, but I have a few more things I want to say to Ben.”

Joe pushed Ben forward and he was absolutely beaming at you.

“The moment I saw you in the studio with my dad, I knew you’d be important to me. I just didn’t know how important. Getting to know you, getting to love you, has truly made my the happiest person in the world. You came into my life when I least expected it, but when I needed it the most. And for that I’m so thankful. So, with the help of my dad and Bri, I’m going to sing you a song.”

The beginning chords of “Somebody to Love” started playing. You lightly swayed, eyes locked on Ben’s already damp eyes. Then you began to sing.

“Can anybody find me somebody to love? Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little. Can barely stand on my feet. Take a look at yourself, Take a look in the mirror and cry and cry. Lord, what you’re doing to me, yeah yeah. I have spent all my years in believing you. But I just can’t get no relief, Lord. Somebody, somebody, ooh somebody, somebody. Can anybody find me somebody to love?”

As you sang, people started dancing. But Ben stayed still, eyes on you, a smile on his face. Just as you were about to start the chorus, the background bass track got louder. Ben’s eyes funky left you but grew wide. When you looked over, still singing, you almost broke into tears.

Coming from the side, fingers plucking the bass, was John Deacon. You knew he was there, he said he wouldn’t miss the wedding, but you weren’t expecting him to come out playing. It was surreal, your dad, Brian, and John all playing again just for your wedding.

“Got no feel, I got no rhythm. I just keep losing my beat, you just keep losing and losing. I’m OK, I’m alright, he’s alright, he’s alright. I ain’t gonna face no defeat, yeah yeah. I just gotta get out of this prison cell. One day, someday, I’m gonna be free, Lord!”

When you started the last part, you got off stage, joining Ben on the floor. You started circling him.

“Find me somebody to love. Find me somebody to love. Find me somebody to love. Find me somebody to love. Find me somebody to love.” You stopped right in front of him. Running your hand down his face. Your dad, Brian, and John took over singing the rest of the song and you spent it swaying in Ben’s arms quietly singing just to him.

When they finished everyone cheered and you gave Ben a kiss. Then you ran back up stage and gave everyone a hug, especially John.

“This was totally unexpected. Thank you so much.” You said, arms tight around him.

He kissed your cheek. “Wanted to make the night extra special, love. When your dad and Bri told me your plan I knew I had to get in on it.”

You gave him another hug. “Thank you.” You turned to your dad and Brian. “All of you.”

“Anything for you princess.” Your dad kissed your forehead. “Now, let’s party!”

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senseisyfr · 5 years

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The Interview

Around Majijo in a yankii club that belongs to Torigoya, a group of girls were sitting next to each other.

Center : You’re Majijo’s New Generation now !! This is not enough, not enough !!! No mistake is tolerated, you have to think carefully and use your body perfectly !!!! Your body is your weapon !!!! This is not always about violence, you need to be smarter than that if you want to take yakuzas down !!!!!! The way you move says everything to the person that you target !!!!!!

Yankii girl A : This is hard..!!!

Center : THERE’S NOTHING HARD !!!!!!! YOU HAVE TO PRACTICE MORE AND MORE !!!!!!!!

Yankii girl B : It’s easy to say, we’re not gonna seduce old cocks !!!!!!! It’s disgusting !!!!!!!

Center : (slapped her, yelling) SHUT UP, I DON’T WANNA KNOW !!!!!!!!!! THIS IS OUR JOB, ARE YOU GUYS YANKIIS OR WHAT ????!!!! SERIOUSLY ?????!!!!! YANKIIS DON’T COMPLAIN, THEY DO EVERYTHING !!!!!!!!!! WE FUCK EVERYONE, WHETHER THEY ARE OLD OR UGLY !!!!!!!! THIS IS OUR LIFE, THIS IS WHO WE ARE !!!!!!!!

Yankii girl C : I’m not suckin ol’ dicks !!!!!!!

Center : YOU HAVE TO !!!!!!!!! LOOK HOW YOUR SENPAIS SACRIFIED THEMSELVES BEFORE !!!!!!!!!!! THEY’RE ALL DEAD !!!!!!!!!!!! DEAD FOR MAJIJO, FOR YOU GODDAMMIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE CAN’T MAKE MISTAKES ANYMORE, SEDUCTION IS A THING THAT A WOMAN DOES TO CRUSH ENEMIES !!!!!!!!!!!! AND IN THE END, ONLY IN THE END YOU DRAW YOUR GUN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS IT CLEAR ????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW GO BACK TO WORK I’M WATCHING YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All the yankii girls : Y..YES !!!!!!

Center : I DON’T HEAR ANYTHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yankii girls : YES, CENTER SENSEI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : LOUDER, I STILL CAN’T HEAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yankii girls : YES CENTER SENSEIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : (smiling) Good ! Thanks.

Yankii D : Yea’ Jurinaa !

Silence settled.

Center walked slowly to the girl, arms crossed, stopping at 10 cm.

Center : (fake smile) The fuck did you just say ?

Yankii D : No need to take an arrogant look, I’m not your shit ! You heard me I called you Jurina, you don’t recognize yourself now ?! You’re aging ?! Tss !

Center : (kicked her hard between the legs, smiling) I didn’t allow you to pronounce my name you cunt…

Yankii D : AAARGH..!!!! AAAAAAH..!!!

Center : (stepped on the girl’s back with her gold high heels sandal) YOU CALL ME CENTER SENSEI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND PIECE OF SHIT ?????!!!!!

Yankii D : AAAAAAAAAARGH !!!!!!!!!!! I’M SORRY CENTER SENSEI..!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : That’ll teach you !! This new gen is quite insolent nowadays !!! Stand up, loser !!!!

The girl couldn’t stand up.

Center : (sighs) Jesus Chriiist..!!!! (Trying to control herself, taking her device, calling) Yeah, is Nezumi around ?

Yankii D : PLEASE NOO !!!!!!!!

Center : (kicked her in the face) SHUT UP !!!! Yeah sorry… She’s not here, ah… Well no I had someone for her but nevermind ! Sorry ? Gekikara is here ?? (Evil smile) That’s just perfect ! All right, I’ll send her. Yes ? Ah okay, ooh right ! (Laughing, hearing Nezumi’s voice talking with Gekikara and 2 people about Center) Hahahaha !! Honey I hear you !! Yeah hahahahahahaaa !!!! She’s… Yeah that’s Nezumi she’s always like that ! (smiling) What ?? Noo, really ???? Stuck in her ass ??? Oh my goood..!! Tell her that.. Hm tell her that I’ll come to pop it myself……….. Hahahahahahahahaaaa, she’s so crazy !!!! Honey I hear you, that was a dirty one y..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA !!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I love her ! Okay thanks, bye… (looking at the girl, grabbing her by the throat)

Yankii D : AAH..AAAH !!!!!!!!!

Center : (evil smile) You’re lucky today…. looks like Nezumi and Gekikara are waiting for you….

Yankii D : NOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : (talking to the other girls) Take her.

Yankii D : PLEASE NOO..!!!!! (crying) CENTEEEEEEER NOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Other girls taking her out of the place)

Center : You’ll be grown up after, you’ll know the good manners !

The girls left.

Center took a look at the dancefloor, seeing other yankiis that she trained. She smiled, happy, but was feeling nostalgic. Almost everyday, she was training new girls into femmes fatales, since all the previous gen have been gone a few years ago. Majijo had to live on and as new dangers were coming, she wanted her new trainees to be ready, great at everything and not just drawing weapons or dodging powerful punches. Since the Old Gen was counting on her when she decided to take Majijo’s destiny, she was determinated to restaure the honour of all the yankiis. Some came from outside Majijo.

Looking at her device, she knew that she had to interview another girl, so as usual, she ran to her office.

Center : (opening the door without looking at the girl who was patiently waiting in her office) Sorry for the delay, lots of you want to integrate our place… (closing it, drinking orange juice)

Sakura : I’m different from Maeda Atsuko, my cousin.

Center spat out, coughing. She looked at the girl and was stunned.

Center : N..No way..!!!

She wondered who was this fuckin gorgeous chick in her sparkling white dress and high heels sandals, her perfect makeup, bright smile (was she an idol ?), coming out of nowhere and saying that she was Maeda’s cousin !!!! There was something special in her that couldn’t be described into words.

Sakura : (worried) Are you okay ??? I..I’m sorry !!!! I’m extremely sorry Master Center Jurina Sensei, I..

Center : (staring her in the face) Center…… Center… is enough…

Sakura : (visibly troubled by the eyes contact) O…Ok…

Center : (still couldn’t believe it, shocked) You are… Maeda’s cousin..?

Sakura : Yes..! (smiling) I’m Miyawaki Sakura, nice to meet you ! Please take care of me…

Center : Sakura… (suddenly she remembered) OH !!!! You are the one who transferred to Majijo !!! You are Salt’s rappappa and fought with the previous gen a few years ago…

Sakura : (shy smile) I am…

Center : I didn’t know that you survived to the war against yakuzas and mafia !! Why have you waited so long..?

Sakura : Cops tried to catch me but I ran away and started to stay hidden from everyone til now… I’ve heard a lot of things and about you too, so… I decided that when it’d be the right time for me, I’ll naturally return to Majijo and keep fighting, just like you do… to protect our legacy… that’s surely what my cousin is waiting for, too. (smiling) Sorry about all of this, I’m finally happy to meet you and I want to give my best as a (trying to pronounce correctly like french people) ‘femme fatale’ yankii ?

Center : (who almost forgot her brain it seems !) Yeah…… Yeah…… pleased to meet you too..!

She still didn’t understand how the hell come Maeda couldn’t tell her that she had such a sexy cousin who was the famous transferred Majijo girl in Salt’s rappappas ! Not only her, what about Otabe or Torigoya and all the older Queens. Center looking her up and down, was shocked about the difference between Maeda’s style and her cousin !

Sakura : I hope I really could help…

Center : (walking around her, checking her out, Sakura not seeing her, having her back turned) So… Sakura… what are your greatest strengths ?

Sakura : My determination and perseverance.

Center : (smiling) Hm… as expected from a yankii… but, you know….(surprising Sakura from behind by necking her)

Sakura : (uncomfortable) Aah..!!! C-Center..???!!!

Center : ..it’s not enough, honey…. (Slowly lifted her dress while biting her ear) I want more….

Sakura : (was paralyzed not understanding what was happening) Why..?? C..Center what are you doing..??!!

Center : (pushed her against the window, put her finger on Sakura’s mouth, seductive while grabbing her wrist with the free hand and pinned it up above the girl’s head) I’m testing you…. (kissing) this is a recruitment….

Sakura : (heart racing) Aah..!!! C-Center, I..

Center : Nobody will disturb us…. (kissing) cause I locked you here….

Sakura : (eyes closed) Aahhh… aaaahhhhh…!!! (weak as she was feeling Center’s left leg between her thighs) Ooohhhh..!! C..Center…. oohhh please, wait…!!

Center : You’re getting me aroused right now, Sakura…. (kissing) A pretty girl in my office…. I just can’t waste this opportunity…. (kissing) mmm oohhh yeaahhh…. (torturing Sakura by necking her before kissing her chest)

Sakura : P..Pleasee..!! Centeeer..oohhh !!! (Center pressed herself against Sakura’s body which made Sakura turning crazy)

Center : (sex smile, kissing) You seem to be the perfect girl, Sakura…. tell me….? (kissing)

Sakura : Center aaahhhh…!!! (Center grabbed her boobs) N..Nooo..!!

Center : (sex smile) I’m gonna…. take you here, in my office….

Sakura : Aaaahhhhh…!!! Cent..

Center : (like she was having an orgasm)..right noooowwww..!!!!!!!!! (ripped Sakura’s dress off, sucking hard her tits !)

Sakura : (eyes closed) AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHH PLEASE CENTEEEER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOOOP AAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!

Center : (smiling) Ooh no, sweetie…. (kissing) I’ll go deeper…. (ripped Sakura’s panties off, grinding her knee on her pussy while holding her wrists above her head and pinned them against the window !) Mmm yeaahhh..!! Sakuraa….

Sakura : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (feeling Center’s knee fucking her) OOOOHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : (smiling, kissing) Oohhh you’re good, honey…. mmm…. (kissing) You’re a very good girl…. (licking her boobs before kissing them)

Sakura : (her legs shaking) Cent..aaaaaahhhhhhh..!!!!!!! Pleaaase..!!!! Ohh pleaaasee…!!! N..Nooo…!!

Center : (who was holding Sakura’s panties in her hand, looking at them, smiling) Mmm…. tell me, honey…. your panties are so wet…. like they were in a washing-machine…. (kissing) Interesting…. (taking off her own clothes, touching Sakura’s face)

Sakura : (flustered, looking in her eyes) C..Center…?? Aah..!!!

Center : (slowly kissed her cheek) Looks like you really want the job…. (necking her) Are you sure you’re suitable for this…? (rubbing her pussy, smiling)

Sakura : Aaahhhh..!! Oohhhh p..please y-yes…!!!

Center : Mmm…. I think so too…. (kissing)

Sakura : (catching her breath) I’m suitable for any dirty job…. with you…. (kissing her deeply) I’m gonna show you…. (Necking her)

Center : (eyes closed, biting her lip, smiling) Oohhh yeahh..! Show me why should I hire youu….

Sakura : (sensual voice, smiling) Take notes, baby…. (kissing, rubbing Center’s thighs, sucking her tits)

Center : (eyes closed) Aaahhhh yees…!

Sakura : (kissing, smiling) You’ve must been working hard these past few days…. (fingering hard her ass)

Center : Aaaaahhhhhhh..!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : I want to ensure that my employer is happy about our new partnership…. (kissing) Mmm…. (biting her ear)

Center : I..I aaam….!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhhhh..!!!!!! (So aroused)

Sakura : (smiling, kissing) Mmm…. hehehee…. You’re so vulnerable, dear Center…. surprising…. (kissing) you who seemed to control everything…. (pinned her down, licking her belly, watching her, smiling)

Center couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe how Sakura was turning her on so much like that.

Center : Ooohhhh…!! Please, Sakuraa….

Sakura was proud to make Center so uncomfortable, taking advantage of her position.

Sakura : Such a beautiful body…. (smiling, kissing) it’d be a waste not to use it…. (leaving kisses on Center’s forearms, arms, elbows, ribs, boobs, belly)

She was starting to go down but stopped, watching Center, smiling, teasing her more and more. She sniffed her pussy just like if it was weed.

Center : You’re torturing mee….!!

Sakura : (sex smile) Yees…. I want to make you suffer slowly, baby…. (kissing her pussy, rubbing it, smiling) You’re hot….

Center : Aahhh….!!! You’re real..AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH OOHHH OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!! (Sakura was sucking her clit, before licking it up and down and all around)

Sakura : You love it, dear Master…. (kissing) You should be more careful…. employees could abuse you…. (licked her up and down again)

Center : (eyes closed) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEESSS NOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

$¤Licking her up and down…….$¤

Center : AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!

$¤Licking her up and down !$¤

Center : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEES OOOOOHHHHHHH MY GOD..!!!!!!!!!! STOOP, STOOOOOOOOP PLEAAASEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

$¤Licking her up and down !!!!!$¤

Center : YEEES !!!!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEESSS !!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHH YEEEESS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

$¤LICKING HER UP AND DOWN !!!!!!!$¤

Center : OOOOOHHHHHH PLEEEEEEEASEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : (smiling, tongue fucked her) I love your pussy, Center…. she’s so creamy, mmm…. Aaaahhhhh..!!

Center : AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : I’ve never eaten such a delicious one like yours…. (licking her clit, licking it hard) Ooohhhh mmm…. When I see you like that…. (licking her boobs) it makes me wet…. (kissing her pussy)

Center : OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : ..and want to fuck you hard…. (licking her clit)

Center : (eyes closed, arched her back, forced Sakura to go deeper) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEESSSS…!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS SAKURAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : (smiled) Mmm…. not done yet…? (Nibbling her boobs) You’re so good, Center….

Center : I won’t be the first…!!!

Sakura : Well, I’m not s..????!!!! Aaaahhhhh !!!!!!!!!! No..!!! Nooo Center, wait please, waiiiiit ooooooohhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!

Center surprised Sakura, pushing her against the desk, pressing herself against her, biting her neck, smiling.

Center : I’m your boss, Sakura…. You are the recruit…. (squeezing her boobs) so you’re first…. (kissing) Mmm…. I’m gonna teach you a big lesson…. Got a pen…? (quickly grabbing a pen on her desk, kissing her neck, biting her lip)

Sakura : Please, Center..WAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center fucked Sakura with the pen inside her pussy. Smiling, she fucked her faster, delighted to see all the juices flowing.

Center : Mmm…. so delicious….!! Ooohhhh…. (kissing) You’re really attractive, you know…. sweetie…. (turned her around to face the desk and fucked hard her ass with the pen)

Sakura : AAAAAAHHHHHHH..AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOOOOOOD OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : Mmm…. that’s iiit…!! Now, give it to me…. (fingering hard her ass, deep, fast)

Sakura : (eyes closed) CENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : What a good girl…. you please me…. (licking her ass)

Sakura : OOOOHHHHH YEEEESSS AAAAAHHHHHH AGAAAAIIIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : Here, honey…. (kissed her roughly) Come on…. (kissing) Ooohhhh yeah, come on Sakuraaa….!!

The 2 girls fell down, Center torturing Sakura again.

Sakura : Please, Centeeer ooohhhh pleaase, I’m dying…!! (kissing)

Center : Yeaahh you’re on fire, sweetie…. (kissing) I’m gonna let you die….

Sakura : Oooooohhhhhhhh….!! (feeling Center’s fingers inside her pussy fucking her faster)

Center : (sucked Sakura’s tits, bit them) I want it…. Mmm, I want it so bad…. let me taste you…. (kissing) I wanna drink you…. (squeezing the milk out of Sakura’s tits into her mouth) Oooohhhhh, perfeeect…!!!

Sakura : (eyes closed) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHHHHHH CENTEEEEEEEEEEEEER I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (squirted on Center !)

Center : Oh shit..!!! (biting her lip, smiling) You’re all milky, sweetie…. (kissing, licking Sakura’s body) You gave me a good show…. You’re tempting mee..!! Oh fuck…!!! Aaahhhh..!

Sakura : (now fucking Center too, fucking her hard) I like temptation, baby…. (kissing) Soo…. did I do well, Master…? I’m the best, right…? (kissing deeply) Say it, baby…. I want to hear your satisfaction….(kissing, necking her, kept thrusting hard)

Center : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU’RE THE BEEEEST SAKURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (squirted on Sakura !)

Sakura : (licked her lips, smiling) Greaat…. (kissing)

Center : Ohh fuck..!! You’re… really… amazing…! (kissing for a long moment, then stood up, helping Sakura)

Sakura : That… was… incredible…!!

Center : Yeah…. (suddenly hugging Sakura from behind, necking her, smiling) I have some stuff to show you, honey…. but…. we’re done for today…. (kissing her shoulder)

Sakura : Aaaahhhhh…!! W..What is iit..??

Center : I wanted to tie you up in my cage, next door…. (kissing) Mmm…. next time….

Sakura : (eyes closed) Ooohhhh, Centeeer…! You’re diabolic…. (kissing)

Center : Yeahh, I give a hard training to some special girls…. (kissing) so be ready, sweetie….

Sakura : (smiling) I’m exc..AAAAAHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!

Center slammed Sakura against the door, rubbing her thighs, kissing her neck, smiling.

Center : (whispering) Go…. (kissing) Go before I change my mind, honey….

Sakura : (imitating her) Yes…. (kissing) I need a shower….

Center : Hehehee…. (kissing) tomorrow…. (slapped her butt)

Sakura : Aaahhhh..!!

Center : (smiling, kissing) Now, go….

Sakura gave back the kiss and left the office, smiling.

Center smiled too, satisfied, arms crossed. Her device reminded her that she had another interview. She quickly washed her face and drank a big glass of water, smiling. A yankii girl entered, Center making a sexy smile, moved to her and then kissing the girl’s neck, seductive (the girl moaned, smiling, not surprised by her intentions as she knew already), before closing definitely the door.

End. Thank you for reading guys ! We have Center who’s confused like never before cause Sakura took over this time, though Center takes over for herself. So, it just shows how Sakura is extremely disturbing for her. I’ll add that inside here, things are we could say even hotter than the previous stories that I wrote between the two… but maybe you don’t feel the same. The pen is symbolic !

#matsui jurina #miyawaki sakura #majisuka gakuen

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