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THE SUN WILL RISE (part 2)

A/N: im so glad you guys liked the first part! i hope i'll be able to live up to your expectations with the rest! also, pls don't ask about my alleged posting schedule... i don't have one lol, im just going with the flow

PAIRING: College!Long-hair!Harry X Reader

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“So how is living with Harry going?” Iris asks, drumming on her text book, avoiding to finish her ready. The two of you are sitting at a picnic table near the library. Originally, you planned to go there, but it’s such a beautiful day. Iris is great at not studying, that’s why you usually prefer to be in the library, because there she can’t really talk. You need all the extra study time, law is hard enough on its own, especially for you since you don’t actually want to study it.

“Um… It’s fine,” you mumble, highlighting a line without looking up, but you notice how you stiffen up at his name.

It’s been three weeks of living together with Harry and three weeks since he made it clear the two of you will never be friends. You allowed yourself one night of self pity before you told yourself that it’s not worth it. If Harry doesn’t want to be your friend, then that’s his loss. You don’t need him, you’re fine with knowing someone doesn’t like you. It happens, right?

Living together has been actually neutral. Both of you have been living according to what you discussed that night. Harry doesn’t queue at the bathroom and he lets you know when he leaves or has arrived back, even if it’s just with a knock on your door. One weekend he slept at someone else’s on Saturday and he left a note for you saying that he would be back late Sunday.

You constantly hear him when he is at home, you haven’t been able to not listen to him. His footsteps, the way he makes dinner or the soft music he listens to when he is studying. All in all, he is a good roommate. Not messy, or at least not outside his room, he cleans up the kitchen after he cooks, you haven’t found hair in the sink after he shaved and he is quiet, makes sure his music is never too loud. You can’t complain about him.

But he is still as cold as an ice-cube towards you.

“Just fine? Where are the dirty details? How many girls has he brought up?” Iris pushes some more and you give up, dropping your pen to your textbook.

“None. He is a good roommate, we have rules,” you simply say.

“No girls?” she raises her eyebrows. “I always imagined him to be a huge womanizer.”

“Yeah, me too,” you agree. You haven’t really paid any thought to it, but Iris is right, you’ve always thought that Harry is popular amongst women and he uses it to the fullest, but now that you think about it, you never actually saw him with anyone. No making out at parties and you don’t remember him leaving early from a party to hook up with someone.

“Maybe he is just testing the waters. One night, you’ll wake up to moaning,” she chuckles and you frown at the thought.

“I hope not, I’m not interested in hearing that.”

“You never thought about how he is in bed?”

“What?” you cough at the unexpected question.

“Come on, he is obviously good looking, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about having sex with him.”

Of course you did. But you’re not gonna just admit it.

“Umm…” you breathe out nervously and Iris continues.

“The tattoos, the rings, the long hair, I bet he is good in bed, a guy like him just simply can’t suck looking like that.”

“Iris, are you trying to tell me something? You might be having a crush on Harry?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Crush? No,” she chuckles. “I’m just not blind. But actually, I used to think he was into you.”

“Me? What made you think that?” you ask, unable to hide your shock.

On the outside, it’s not that obvious that Harry doesn’t like you. Your other friends just think the two of you are not that close, they don’t feel the passive hatred you do radiating from Harry. But to think that he was ever into you? That’s unexpected for sure.

“I remember when we first met him, at that party. He kind of always positioned himself close to you, I caught him staring at you a lot of times and he looked like he was very interested in you, just didn’t know how to approach you. I saw that look on his face a few more times, but not lately though,” she shrugs as you process her words.

Harry? Interested in you? He made it clear he is everything but interested, but could it have been the situation in the past? You remember the first time the two of you met, you found him good looking, but you didn’t see what Iris did, mostly because you were trying not to be a creep and stare at him. And now you find out that all along it was him who was ogling you? That doesn’t add up, not with how he acts towards you these days.

“I don’t think there was anything behind that,” you say and Iris just shrugs before turning back to her book, successfully planting the seed of something unknown into your mind.

You were expecting a call from your parents, but you still jump when your phone starts ringing one afternoon when you’re in the living room studying. Your dad’s name appears on the screen and you reach for the phone taking a deep breath.

“Hi dad,” you greet him, answering the call.

“So you are bringing your partner to the wedding?” he says without as much as saying hello. Judging from the voices coming from around him he is working. It took him almost a month to call you, that’s how much it concerns him what’s going on with you.

“Well, yes. I’m bringing someone,” you say. Even though he is not in the room with you physically, you straighten your back as if he could see you and tell you off for having a bad posture.

“I hope he is not some random hook up, it’s your sister’s wedding, not a fraternity party.”

You grit your teeth at the belittling voice he is using, like you’re just a child. He is treating your sister’s wedding like it’s the queen’s coronation, he wants everything to be perfect down to the smallest bit, including your plus one and he’s afraid you might bring someone who wouldn’t fit into the picture.

Well, he will surely have an opinion about Harry’s tattoos and long hair, so choosing him is kind of your way of rebelling against his expectations.

“He is not a hookup,” you quietly answer.

“Great, bring him home for Christmas so we can approve of him,” he says, your eyes widening and before you could even protest he ends the call.

Holy shit. Your father is expecting you to bring Harry home for Christmas, but there is no way you can convince Harry to do that, but if you show up without him… You can already see the disappointment in his eyes, your throat is closing up and your eyes are watering even though it’s just the end of September.

“Hey, I’m leaving–Uh, you alright?” Harry asks from the door and you jump at his voice, you didn’t realize he came out of his room. Breathing heavily you rub your eyes and clear your throat before looking at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What were you saying?” you ask, knowing well you look anything but fine and Harry is not stupid. But he just stares back at you with that unreadable look on his face before speaking up again.

“I’m leaving,” he repeats and you nod.

“Okay. Bye,” you say, busying you with your textbooks again, feeling him staring at you from the door for a couple more moments before he turns around and leaves.

Your lips are wobbling as you hear him open the front door and then shut it. You weren’t expecting him to sit beside you and comfort you, but the way he just left without another word was just beyond. He keeps proving again and again that he really does not want to be around you.

Yet you still feel a kind of pull towards him that you can’t explain.

You try to focus on studying for a while, but it’s practically useless, you remember nothing from what you’ve been reading all along.

Huffing angrily you pack up everything in the livingroom and decide to just order something to eat and call it a night. But when you walk past Harry’s door you find yourself stopping and playing with the idea to peek inside. You even reach for the doorknob, but then you let your hand fall. You will not violate his privacy like this, no matter how he acts.

You ditch the idea to get food, just take a speedy shower and go to bed only to lie in bed awake, thinking about everything that’s been stressing out. Hours go by and you’re still up when you hear the front door open and close, footsteps echo in the hallway as Harry is walking around, doing his business. You hear him take a quick shower, then a short trip to the kitchen and when you think he is about to lock himself up in his room, it sounds like he has stopped at your door.

You sit up in your bed, trying to listen to his movements outside, but you hear none, which makes you think he is standing at your door. Just when you’re about to check what’s happening, you hear him walk away, out to the kitchen and then into his room, the door finally closing. He really was standing at your door, but why? Maybe he was just checking something on his phone and happened to stop there on his way as he typed, or he just saw something on the floor.

After the way he just left earlier, there’s no way he wanted to check in on you. He doesn’t care about you.

You lie back and force your eyes closed, slowly drifting to sleep finally.

When you wake up in the morning, you feel like a truck has hit you, your sleep was anything but relaxing last night, woke up several times and you had some weird dreams that left an uneasy feeling in your chest. Rubbing your eyes you head out into the kitchen to make a coffee for yourself, hoping it would give you enough energy to leave for your morning class you’d rather skip, but if your dad ever finds out you skipped class because you were tired, he would disown you right on the spot, so it’s not an option for you.

Your eyelids feel like deadweight as you keep blinking the sleep away, walking into the kitchen. You’re heading to the espresso machine in the corner you bought last year to fuel your caffeine obsession, but then you notice something on the counter.

There’s a big takeaway cup from your favorite café that’s just one street away, your name written on the side of it in pretty cursive letters. You eye it with suspicion as you walk closer to inspect it, there’s no note, no nothing, and you definitely did not leave it there. Taking the lid off you inhale the scent of your favorite coffee beans, you can tell it’s what you always order whenever you have enough time to pop in for a drink.

You definitely did not buy it, but that only leaves one person who could have gotten it for you.

Walking out into the hallway you see that Harry’s sneakers and keys are gone, so he has already left for school. It’s hard to believe that he went out of his way, woke up early and got you your favorite coffee before leaving to his class, when he’s made it clear you’ll never be friends.

This is something friends do, which Harry doesn’t want to be.

Pushing the initial shock into the back of your mind you take the coffee and finish it while getting ready for the day, you keep the gesture in mind, surely planning on asking him about it later.

Around lunch time you meet up with Vivian and Tanner at the cafeteria and just as you settle at an empty table Harry walks in, joining the three of you. It’s the first time you see him since yesterday when he obviously saw you having a breakdown following your call from your dad. He sits next to you like everything is going as normal, he mostly engages in the conversation when Tanner asks him, but otherwise, he is silent.

When Vivian and Tanner get into a bit of a fight on their own, you finally decide to bring up the surprise coffee this morning.

“Hey, um… thanks for the coffee,” you softly say so only he can hear you, though your friends are way too busy arguing with each other. Harry glances at you just for a split second before his gaze returns to his plate and he nods.

“No problem,” he hums.

You have so many more questions for him. Why did he bring it to you? How does he know it’s your favorite? But you don’t want to push your luck and just enjoy this moment of positivity that’s the first one in your relationship with Harry… probably ever.

This one little gesture showed you that there might be hope, that maybe you and Harry could actually be friendly towards each other. You just had to be very careful.

Following the coffee incident it seems like the wall Harry has built between you and him has shattered and light is not peeking through the holes. The day after he asked if you needed anything from the grocery store. Whenever he left he didn’t just throw a bye at you, he usually told you when he was coming back. He washed the plate you once left in the sink because you were in a hurry and when you forgot to wash a shirt you wanted to wear he offered to wash it with his load. Tiny little gestures that were slowly but surely melting the ice.

In return you’ve been trying to be super nice to him as well. Every time you order takeout you always ask him if he wants anything, so far he took up on the offer once, but that’s something too. You’ve returned the coffee favor too, you learned how he likes his, black, no sugar, no milk, and you’ve brewed him a cup a few times when you woke up before him, leaving it on the counter with a post-it note to let him know it’s for him.

It no longer feels like you’re living with a ghost and he only had to see you cry once to be nicer. You’ll take it as it is.

On the first Friday of October Iris convinces you to go to a party. You’ve been dodging the invitations for a while, saying that you need to study, but she only accepts this excuse a handful of times before she refuses to let you rot at home for another evening.

So when you’re done with your classes that day, you squeeze in a quick study session before getting ready for the party. Harry arrives home when you walk out of the bathroom in your fluffy bathrobe and your hair up in a towel turban.

“You’re going to the party tonight?” he asks, walking towards his room, meeting you halfway as you head to yours.

“Yeah. You’re coming too?”

“Yes. Want to Uber there? Tanner said he would pick me up, but I know he wouldn’t drive if it wasn’t for taking me there.”

“Sure,” you nod, your mood already brightened from even the suggestion.

“Cool. Let me know when you’re ready,” he simply says before disappearing in his room.

Just that interaction alone made you want to go to the party a hundred times more. This could be the end of the “we are not friends” era, when Harry finally ditches the cold act towards you and maybe, just maybe, you might even ask him about Christmas. You still haven’t figured out how you’re gonna work things out with your dad’s request to bring Harry home for Christmas, if he could join you even just for one day you’d be saved. But you know you would have to butter him up for that.

Even though you live in the same apartment, sharing a car feels way more intimate for some reason. Maybe because he offered to do it, he willingly let you share the ride with him when your living situation was more of a must situation. He needed a place to stay at and you had one.

You pay for the ride and as always, Harry asks if you want him to Venmo you his part.

“No need,” you shake your head. Something flickered through his face, but you couldn’t catch it before it was gone.

Walking into the party with Harry by your side might make the two of you appear like friends. Your gaze meets several girl’s envious stares and you’re not even touching Harry in any way. The conversation you had with Iris pops up in your head and you wonder if he has ever hooked up with any of the girls that are throwing deadly glares in your way. It really is unusual that you have never really seen Harry with girls, not a girlfriend or a hookup when he obviously has the looks.

“Want to ride home together too?” Harry asks, leaning closer to your ear as you make your way inside and a shiver runs down your spine as his hot breath hits the shell of your ear.

“Sure,” you nod, already feeling dizzy and you haven’t even had a drink.

The almost friendly act you’ve been having with Harry has been affecting you way more than you’d like to admit and you’re definitely not used to having him so close to you.

You part ways soon, joining Iris and Vivian while he mingles in the crowd and finds his own little group. It’s just another frat party, nothing special and you nurse the same drink for hours, not quite in the mood to get drunk. Sometime around eleven Vivian disappears with Tanner, as always, so you and Iris decide to watch the intense beerpong game that’s taking place outside. You spot Harry on the other side, standing with some guy you’ve seen him with several times before, a red solo cup in his hand and he has a lazy smile stretched across his face as his dull eyes are following the game. He has definitely had a few drinks already, more than you, that’s for sure.

God, he looks so good, his hair pushed back with a pair of sunglasses, his tattoo covered arm flexing as he gestures around while speaking, he shouldn’t look this good, not when he’s acted like a dick for almost two years.

“Y/N, hi!” you hear someone behind you, a gentle tap on your shoulder and you realize that you’ve been staring at Harry. Turning around you find Curtis, you had Roman law with him in your first year, you sat next to each other for two semesters and even studied together for the exam. You always joked around that Roman law brings people together the most.

“Curt, hi! Long time no see!” you grin as you share a quick hug. Curtis is now a year behind you, because he spent last year in France on an exchange program and he couldn’t get all of his credits accepted, so he has to do a bunch of sophomore classes now.

“Ah, you know, I have a lot of catching up to do now that I’m back,” he chuckles.

The two of you engage in a conversation about his year in Paris and what he missed while he was away. You listen to his stories with envy as he tells you the countless times he and his mates lounged on the grass at the Eiffel Tower or when he was drinking fine wine on a balcony that looked over a busy street. He also mentions a guy he met, Henri, and judging from the blush on his cheeks they did more than just eating croissants in bed.

The beerpong game is now long forgotten, you go back inside with Curt and join him and his friends in the kitchen, they are sophomores so they ask you about classes and professors they can expect for their next year.

Hours pass by and you barely even notice, only snap out of the conversation when Vivian and Tanner appear, looking for you.

“Everything alright?” you ask, seeing the concern on their faces.

“We have a bit of a situation,” Vivian frowns. “Harry has had one too many drinks.”

“Oh, is he okay?”

“Fine, just shitfaced,” Tanner sighs. “But we should take him home. Unfortunately, he keeps saying that he needs to leave with you, because he promised.”

Your heart skips a beat. Harry is thinking about you when he is drunk out of his mind, even though it was a simple agreement he could totally ignore, but it seems like he took it way more seriously than you thought.

“Okay, where is he?” you breathe out nodding.

Your friends lead you out to the backyard and straight to a lounge chair where you see Harry sitting sideways, he is leaning onto his knees, his head hanging low so his hair hides his face like a curtain.

“Hey man, brought you Y/N, can we go now?” Tanner squeezes his shoulder to catch his attention and he lifts his head, his glassy eyes almost immediately finding you.

“Y/N! There’s my roommate!” his face lights up and he grabs your hand, staring up at you, surprising you with the physical touch. The warmth of his hold is setting your skin on fire, he has never touched you for more than just half a second when he brushed past you for example, so having his hand holding yours is a whole new experience.

“Tanner told me I have to leave,” he slurs, still holding onto your hand as he looks around. “But I told him I’m only leaving with you.”

“That’s nice of you, Harry,” you smile. “I’m here now, we can go home.”

He nods and attempts to stand up from the lounge chair, but he falls back before making a second attempt which finally succeeds. He curls an arm around your shoulders and puts part of his weight on you, Tanner seeing this moves to be Harry’s support, but you just shake your head.

“It’s fine, I got him,” you say, while pulling out your phone and calling an Uber quickly.

“I’ll pay for this ride, I swear,” Harry groans from beside you when he sees the app open on your phone.

“No need.”

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You are so annoying!” he huffs, but he is quick to explain himself. “Not in a bad way, I mean,” he adds, his words melting together, his accent now a lot heavier than usually. “I didn’t mean to be a dick,” he says and you have a feeling there was more behind his words.

“It’s alright,” you tell him.

It takes some time and extra help from Tanner to get him out of the party. The Uber arrives just on time and it’s a struggle to put Harry into the car, but you finally manage.

“I’ll take it from here, you guys just enjoy the rest of the night,” you tell Tanner and Vivian.

“Are you sure? You’ll need to get him upstairs too,” Vivian points it out.

“I can do it. Thanks for the help,” you smile at them before getting in the car too.

“Did I mess up your night?” Harry sighs, his head falling against the back of the seat, eyes barely open as the driver heads to the address you gave him.

“No, I was getting tired anyway,” you tell him.

“But you were with that guy… Are you dating him?” he asks and you give him a confused look, though he probably can’t see it in the dark car and through his blurry vision.

“What?”

“That guy you started talking to at the… beerpong table. You seemed to be close,” he sighs, closing his eyes fully.

“Harry, please don’t fall asleep, I can’t carry you up the stairs. And are you talking about Curtis?” you poke him, stopping him from falling asleep. It seems like drunk Harry might be your key to find out more about him, so you are not letting this chance go to waste.

“Curtis, whatever his name is. You’re dating him? Thought you needed a boyfriend,” he snorts, finding himself hilarious as you’re just staring at him, shocked at how chatty he is.

“I’m not dating Curtis and I do need a boyfriend, which I have for the wedding. You.”

“So… you need me?” he asks, his green irises appearing glassy, but the way they bore right into your soul leaves you breathless.

“I do,” you answer quietly with a nod. The passing street lights dance across his face as he stares at you for one, two, three minutes before his eyes fall closed and he stays quiet for the rest of the ride.

When you arrive at your building you shake him awake gently and he groans, but climbs out of the car with just a little bit of help. He leans onto you as you make your way up, one arm over your shoulders as you take each step, one after the other, careful not to trip. When you finally make it to your apartment, Harry leans against the wall while you unlock the door, but you can feel his lazy gaze over you, his eyes traveling up and down your body in such a shameless way like never before.

“Come on, you need to rest,” you puff out some air, pretending like you didn’t notice a thing as you help him walk inside, shutting the door behind you.

“Bathroom,” he breathes out.

“You need to use the bathroom? Are you feeling sick?” you ask, hoping he won’t puke right in the hallway.

“No… I wanna shower,” he slurs and you nod with a sigh. He really does smell, he could use some soap, but you have no idea if he can do it on his own.

Reaching the bathroom Harry starts stripping out of his clothes as if you weren’t even there, he pulls his shirt over his head revealing his toned back and you can’t help but stare before you snap out of your trance.

“O-Okay, you think y-you can manage on your own?” you ask, clearing your throat. Harry just hums and when he starts unbuttoning his pants you decide it’s your sign to leave.

You close the bathroom door with a hammering heart and stay there in the hallway, listening to him shuffle around until the water starts running. Walking into your room you grab a makeup wipe and start taking your mascara off while listening closely to what’s happening in the bathroom, in case Harry might fall or something, but you hear nothing else but the running water.

Fifteen minutes go by, then twenty and twenty-five until the water finally stops. Sitting on the edge of your bed you’re waiting for him to come out so you can make sure he made it to his bed, but the door doesn’t open. He’s been in there for almost an hour when you decide it’s been enough.

Knocking softly on the door you wait for a response, but it’s just dead silence. You knock again and call out his name.

“Harry? Are you alright?”

No response. Chewing on your bottom lip your hand hovers over the doorknob before you decide to go inside. You crack the door open, the warm, misty air that was stuck in there after his shower escapes past you. Stepping inside you find him sitting on the toilet, the lid closed and luckily he managed to at least put on a pair of boxers, but he is leant against the sink next to him, arms crossed over his chest, snoring softly.

You tell yourself now is not the time to ogle his thighs and the tiger tattoo you’ve only caught tiny glimpses of until now, the way his biceps are stretched underneath the inked skin, his hair curling in damp strands. God, he looks so good, even when he is drunk out of his mind.

“Harry, you need to go to bed,” you softly shake him awake, his eyes pop open and he stirs as he looks around, taking in his surroundings.

“Y/N?” he asks, looking at you through glassy eyes.

“Yeah. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

He just nods and lets you help him up from the toilet before making his way to his bedroom, walking in a zig-zag. You pull the comforter off and help him get comfortable on the mattress before pulling the covers over him.

Returning to the bathroom you grab his clothes from the floor and bring it back to his room. You slip his phone out of his pants’ pocket and put it on the charger on his nightstand. You’re convinced he is fast asleep already, so when his hand grabs your wrist you almost scream at the unexpected move.

“Do you need anything?” you ask in a whisper as your eyes meet his tired gaze, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he answers, ignoring your question and you just know he is not talking about his drunken state and how you had to bring him home like a kid. It’s beyond that.

“Okay,” is all you manage to say. His hold lets go of your wrist and your breath hitches in your throat when his hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin underneath your eye. It’s dark in the room, but you catch him staring at your lips, the intensity of the moment making you shudder.

Is he going to kiss you now? Would you let him? And do you want him to? The way you don’t move back proves that you’d definitely let him, the thought of feeling his lips against yours has your blood rushing through your veins.

“Y/N, you’re…” he breathes out, as if he is lost in his own thoughts, but you ache for him to finish, to hear what he wanted to say.

But it never happens. He presses his lips together, swallowing hard before his hand drops from your cheek and just like that, the moment is gone. He is clearly still drunk, his eyes close and you bet a moment later he’s already asleep.

With a disappointed sigh you walk out of his room and get ready to go to bed.

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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Five. "What Are The Odds?" Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! Well here I am! I wanted to get this out before weeks end and here it is! The latest update to my current long fic! It has been over a month since the last update but this one is long, a lot happens, much spice, a ton of ground covered and I hope it more than makes up for the wait! Let’s not waste time, this is a big turning point, let’s go! Masterlist for the rest of the series here.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 11.5K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Kissing. Making Out. Semi-Public. Don’t Get Caught. Teasing. Taunting. Grinding. Glove Kink. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Day Date. Skating. Alcohol Consumption. Cum Eating. Bets. Smoking. Ranting About How Much New York City Sucks. Groping. Biting.

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You floated through the week with intense anticipation and thoughts of them as you waited for the weekend and the pair of them to come and see you. Day in, day out, waiting with bated breath and unreasonably excited to see them. On Friday night when you had a lull in the shift you are near the bar, in between rounds of your tables, taking a quick moment. Logan was busy serving, you were watching, keeping an eye on the room when Rachel came up, she looked, worried, nervous?

You leaned over, tapped her elbow and asked over the noise and music of the club, “You good Rach?”

She looked over at you, head whipping in your direction, as if she didn’t even notice you were right there until you touched her and spoke to her. She forced a too tight smile you have seen before spread across her features when some customer leers too close for her comfort, her eyes give it away. You knew her too well to be fooled, even as she assured, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

You gave her a very unimpressed look and she buckled almost immediately. A roll of her eyes with a groan, “Okay, okay, you’re right I’m not okay-”

“Yeah no shit, so what’s up?” Even with the words you said, some care to inject some warmth into them was taken along with touching her arm lightly and she spilled like a glass of water on an uneven table. “So you know that guy who comes through and like never lets anyone but me serve him? Usually alone?”

You knew just who she meant, you responded, “Yeah Randall, what about him?”

“He hasn’t come by in a while.” She started. “How long is a while?”

“Like a few weeks I guess…” She said softly and you hummed and responded easily, “But doesn’t he travel a lot for work? Could just be outta the country for a while, forgot to tell you he was going-”

“He always tells me though!” Rachel insisted her hand latched onto your wrist, she seemed really bothered and you said, “Okay, okay I believe you! But maybe it was last minute? He doesn’t have your number or anything, he only sees you here.”

She nodded, brows furrowing, “Yeah, yeah you think?”

“Yeah! He is like obsessed with you! If he was in the city, he’d be here.” You assured and her expression softened, he squeezed your hand and said sincerely, “Thank you so much for calming me down, you’re right I was just freaking out over nothing, M’ sure he’s fine.”

“Oh of course, no problem at all.” You held out your arms and shared a quick hug, a few pats on the back before you see someone over Rachel’s shoulder at one of your tables gesturing for a drink, “Shit, sorry, duty calls but if you need to talk anytime, you know I am here for you, right?”

She pulled back, her hands in yours, “I know, I know, thanks again, now go!” She encouraged, picking up her own tray and you headed to the table, parting ways. The rest of the night was busy but during the clean up you checked in with her again, she got a lot of tips and was feeling fine and she suggested you do a shot before leaving with a smile and you knew for sure she was all good.

The next day, Saturday, you find yourself looking at the door all evening just waiting for them, focusing on work was actually a challenge which is so unlike you. Normally you rock your job with ease, no fucking problem but tonight you were just a little too preoccupied to be doing it as perfectly as you normally did.

Once you had truly settled in, started to get into the real rhythm of it, that is when they came in. You saw them enter, coats slung over their arms, not caring about the winter’s chill outside now that they were in the almost oppressively warm space of the club where you worked. You were in the middle of serving a table but still watched as they came in and meandered to one of the empty tables and as soon as you were done you made your move over to them, giddy to talk to them once more and check in.

It had been days since your date and you had been thinking of them often, thinking of the awful movie you watched and laughed at, the pizza you shared and that steamy make out session in front of your apartment building of course. You’d been thinking of that last one a lot. Might have been falling asleep to it, well masturbating to a few solid orgasms before falling asleep to it. You made your approach and they noticed, the smiles already on their faces broadening upon seeing you, Tiffany throwing her coat onto the table and Chucky’s hands held out as she called out, “There she is!”

You were right in front of them now, tray in one hand resting on your hip and Tiffany grabbed your other hand, a small squeeze, the light touch was welcomed, sweet. You all hand’t talked about how physical you should be, you had been on like one fucking date and hadn’t commited to anything explicitly exclusive. They were together but no mention was made of what YOU were in relation to them. You were glad that they were taking it easy, you haven’t told anyone of course that you were doing this, great care was needed naturally for honestly a million reasons you didn’t really want to think about.

Coat still over his arm as he leaned one arm onto the table, saying in a teasing tone that fit him so well, “Already rushing over, what a good girl.”

Him uttering those last two words in combination with how much you had been thinking of her and him lately hit hard. You tried your best to not outwardly show how it got to you, Tiffany gently nudged him with a fond roll of her eyes, “Jeeze, lay it on thicker why don’t you.”

“What? Am I not allowed to compliment her?” He teased further and she leaned over, her hand slipping out of yours and you wish she wouldn’t. She said, “Never said that but maybe keep it to a less public venue eh tiger?”

He sighs like he is put out, a joking act as he says, “Whatever the lady wishes.”

You change the subject taking the opportunity to ask, “What can I get you two to drink?”

They ask you to surprise them yet again, a trend that seems to have stuck in their visits to your work so far. You get them drinks and are extra attentive to them all night, you work extra hard to make sure your other tables are more than satisfied so any time spent lingering with them is perfectly acceptable. They have a few drinks, throw you a good stack of tips, you laugh and talk and your next date is planned in a few days time for your next day off from work, Wednesday. They tell you they are excited for it and you have to admit you are too. They leave about an hour before close, you say your goodbyes, no hugs or kisses permitted obviously but sincere wishes to be well and that you are all equally looking forward to the date you have coming up.

The last hour you work passes quickly and easily. You clean up with your co-workers, count tips, the pair tipped you the most by far, you wondered if you should feel weird about that, dating them but still accepting tip money. You pushed the thought from your mind, you went on one date and you deserved to get paid for your stellar service, you were amazing at your job and they clearly wanted to give you the money so you shouldn’t worry about this, not yet anyway. A good drink that made you feel warm down to your toes and fingertips as you left with Jackson and made your way to the train station.

You had been talking about the shift, Jackson talking about this cute guy he was thinking about asking out at a restaurant on the same street the club you worked in was at and you encouraged him to do so. “I mean he sounds fucking great you should go for it.”

“Yeah? Thanks! I totally will-” He sighed wistfully before looking over at you, “-but what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked playing just a little dumb to which he scoffed, “I mean what about you! Are you dating anyone?”

“Noooo, no I am not.” You responded automatically and he hummed, “Hmmm, really? Then who were you getting so cosy with earlier?”

Shit he saw. “Who do you mean?”

“That tall blonde, the really hot one. Isn’t she the same one that you helped with that song request a while back?” He asked with a wide grin.

Fuck.

You deflect, “Hot? Isn’t she not your type? Cuz she’s, you know, a she?” You asked and he laughed, his arm looping in yours, something you allowed, walking arm in arm with him as he said, “Listen I might be gay but I’m not fucking blind! The woman is gorgeous!”

You giggled along with him, “Alright good to know your reputation of good taste continues. But no, I am not seeing her.”

“Why not? She clearly likes you.” He said and you responded, “Don’t you see how she is with the red-headed guy she comes in with?”

“Oh yeah, him. Shades, well dressed, fan of long coats and scarves?” He asked and you continued, “Yeah him, well they are together.”

“Ouch. Sorry to hear that babe.” He sighed. “Well maybe we can find you a hottie with a body soon, right? It’s been forever for you, I’m genuinely shocked you haven’t exploded from sheer frustration yet.”

“I mean I got hands, don’t I?” You said with a smile paired with an exaggerated gesture of jazz hands even with your arm still looped through his and he laughed again.

If it was just Tiffany you might have been able to tell him. Jackson was one of the only people you were out to, the only one at work anyway, gay and bi solidarity and all of that made the foundation of your strong friendship, mutual likes and shared job building much more onto that. Jackson was one of your co-workers you would jump to hang with outside of work first, every single time. Him accepting you being bisexual was one thing, him accepting you dating more than one person at once, dating a couple that was already together was a horse of a different color. And while Jackson is a friend of Dorothy, maybe he wasn’t down with the Emerald city and you think you weren’t ready to figure out where he stood yet.

The next day, Sunday, was average, much quieter in comparison to Saturday anyway. You end up talking with Logan at the bar during a lul.

“Just tell meeee-” He whined and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on the bartop, “No because there is nothing to tell!”

“Stop lying! It is so obvious you are seeing someone! You can talk to me about it, I’m just happy you are back out there! Your last relationship was fucking how long ago?”

“Oh my God Lo, you are relentless, I swear to fucking God I am not seeing anybody!” You try to argue but he tells you, “Bullshit! I see that fucking smile, all dopey and dumb!”

“Why are you calling her dumb excatly?” Marcy had sidled up to put in her current drink order, “Because that is the best descriptor for that dreamy little smile she gets on her face that tells me she is so clearly seeing somebody.” He reached out and attempted to boop your nose and you knocked his hand away, Marcy laughing over the interaction.

“He is so nice to you.” Marcy said with a smile and you looked over to her, “Yeah isn’t he just?”

A deep breath before you continued.

“Really Logan, I am not seeing anyone but if I fucking was, it is new and fresh and undefined, tenuous even and IF there was something to share you should trust I would share it when it’s more concrete.” You said seriously and he nodded, “Okay, see that makes sense. Thank you. I appreciate your honesty.”

“What honesty? I am talking about hypotheticals Logan.” You said with a smile and he gave you a knowing look, “Right. Hypothetical.”

“Anyway if you are done berating her for information she doesn’t have I have a drink order I need sometime this month-”

You hope what you tell him is enough to tide him over and that both he and Marcy have the good sense to shut up and not spread it around.

Sunday picked up a bit after that, some people clearly not wanting to accept Monday was on the horizon, wanting to enjoy the last bit of freedom of their Sunday. You walk away with a pocketful of more tips than you were anticipating and excited to face the new week which spelt out your second official date with the pair.

Monday is always dead at the club. It is dedicated to cleaning and extra work to make sure you are all good post weekend, something you don’t mind and are grateful for honestly. You finish later than normal on a Monday and when you get out a certain redhead is waiting for you.

He was having a smoke leaned against the brick wall next to the exit of the club, his head turning, a small wave of his hand that didn’t have the cigarette between two fingers, “Heya sweetheart.”

“Hi Chucky, what are you doing here?” You asked and he said, “Was in the area, thought I might walk you to the train station, if you’d like that.”

Oh how sweet was that? You take him up on that easily, “That would be great honestly, thank you.”

“S’ nothing really.” He finished his smoke and dropped the butt, stamping it out before holding out his hand, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You and he head off in the direction of the train station. “So you all alone again? Where is that walking buddy of yours-” he snapped his fingers, trying to come up with the name, knowing you had mentioned it once before, you filled in the blank, “Jackson.”

“Yeah! Him! Doesn’t ol Jacky boy walk you to the station? Where’s he at?” He asked and you said, “Oh he left early, had something important to go do.”

“Important, eh?” He prompted and you said, “Asking out someone he’s been liking for a while.”

“So he’s not into you and I got nothing to worry about then.” He teased and you laughed, the idea of Jackson being into you was hilarious, “Mmm yeah trust me, more than you know you got nothing to worry about between me and Jackson.”

“Good.” He sighed, and you took the chance to ask something for a change, “Good?”

“Yeah, good.” He took your hand, far enough away from the club he was confident no one you knew would see you.

“You gonna elaborate, big guy?” Your fingers laced with his as he said, “I’m not really into the idea of sharing you with anybody but Tiff.”

Well fuck that was a big thing to throw out there. “You think about sharing me with Tiffany do you?”

“Almost obsessively.” He admitted his shoulder bumping yours playfully with a raise of his eyebrows and the image of that is forced into your mind, being between both of them just as you had been at the end of your last date. You try to push out the thought but instead you give an admission of your own, “Can’t say it isn’t on my mind right now.”

“It’s a fun thought isn’t it?” He teased again and you look up to see his eyes already on your face, a nod that could be almost considered shy, “Real fun.”

“Looking forward to it maybe being a reality?” he asked and you said, “I can say with the utmost confidence, yes I am.”

That is when you are pulled suddenly by him off of the sidewalk and down and into an alleyway, you keep up until you are spun and pushed into the wall by him. His hands on your shoulders, his eyes looking into yours as he asks, “I know it’s just me and you tonight but how about a preview?”

Like you would ever say no to that.

Instead of a verbal response you leaned up and caught his mouth in a deep kiss. Soon as you did that all bets were off, he was returning your affection, kissing you with equal heat, his hands sliding down off your shoulders, ribs, avoiding your chest for now, you wished he wouldn’t, before they were resting on your waist, a small squeeze and you hummed against his mouth. On it went, your hands reached out, caught on the sleeves of his coat, held there, your tongue passed over his bottom lip first and that caused a small change in his breathing, one you picked up on and so you pushed it further still. You nipped gently and you heard a small sound come from the back of his throat, one you could barely process before he nipped back, harder, it shocked you, sent a spike of arousal right through your core and a moan into his mouth.

It escalated much further, much faster and you didn’t object for a second, if anything you encouraged it, craved much more. You didn’t even notice when one of his hands left your waist and moved, slipped down and then up, was between your thighs and up the short hem of the dress you had worn to work that night. The move was confident, it was smooth, his hand slotting between your thighs, his whole hand cupping you causing your hips to squirm. You break the kiss, breathing out, questioning the current venue of your makeout session, “Oh Chucky, here?”

“You objectin’?” He asked, leaning in, lips dragged up your throat, your head fell back against the wall as his hand moved, two fingers tracing the line of your slit, pressing over your hole before dragging up till he passed above your clit. He laid kisses down, teeth grazing making you moan softly, “You really want me to stop?”

It leaves your mouth easily, betraying the sheer amount of want you felt in that moment, “No.”

“You gonna be extra good and say it?” He prompted, slow circles drawn, teasing the edges of your panties, a threat that he would dip under the quickly dampening lace. Is this how he was? Hot and commanding and confident and that fucking voice, you liked it enough on it’s own, the rougher edge to it but in thise context, laced with heat and implication and more, it made you feel a little weak in the knees. “Please don’t stop.”

His head came back up, his gaze catching yours as he praised, quietly and just to you, “Good job.”

That is when his hand slipped into your panties and you realised he still had his gloves on. You should have known better, you hadn’t seen him take them off after all but you were distracted and only upon feeling the cool leather against overheated flesh you truly took the fact in.

You kissed him again, using your hands gripping his sleeves to pull him to you and his hand got to work. You were so excited, kissing him so feverishly he didn’t take too much time teasing you. A few passes with his fingers, parting your slick folds, collecting the mess of you before using your slick as lube to rub your clit. You let yourself breathe harder, allowed yourself to moan into his mouth, he was very into it, how you couldn’t keep quiet even though you clearly wanted to avoid getting caught.

He found the pace you liked best, the pattern that made you cling closer, that made your lips and tongue slow against his and pulled the filthiest moans from your mouth. You started moving with him, rocking your hips along with his hand, chasing your pleasure, working with him to get yourself there. He was the one to break apart, he was out of breath as he asked, “Good?”

A furious nod, “So fucking good, don’t stop Chuck, pl-please?”

Like he would ever dream of it. He pressed harder and your body tensed, biting your bottom lip with a louder moan, eyes threatening to totally close, he laughed softly before reassuring, “I won’t stop, don’t worry.”

The way he spoke and touched and looked at you, like he was fucking hungry and couldn’t get enough it helps increase how you felt. It pulls you closer, drags you to the edge much faster than anticipated, the place that you were in was helping too, the risk was exhilarating, someone could walk down this alley and catch you at any moment in such a compromising position. You felt the pleasure spiking, getting nearer and nearer, your eyes finally slip closed, panting out, “Chucky, ah, ahhhn, M’ almost there-”

He let out a soft groan, you feel him press closer, feel how hard he is against your hip through his open coat and his pants, he rocks against you and you buck into his hand, still working relentlessly to bring you pleasure. “C’mon hon, wanna see it, feel it.”

Him wanting it so badly, asking for it in that tone, it doesn’t take much more after that, his lips brushed against yours and the sparks of that makes your stomach twist and you gasp out his name as you tip over and for the first time you cum from his efforts. If you could think you would have the thought that it blew every orgasm you had that past week by your own hands out of the water, the rush of it was incredible.

Your hands were tangled in the lapels of his coat, trembling, panting, weak and incoherent moans tumbling out of your open mouth as you leaned your weight against the wall for support. He slowed his touch to drag it out as much as he could before your hands let go of his jacket and dropped down, pushed on his wrist, a silent plea for him to let up and he finally did, a laugh of, “Okay, okay.”

His fingers leave your clit and you sigh in relief, it had been starting to border on painful from overstimulation. You expected him to pull his hand out of your clothing but instead his hand moved lower, two fingers find your dripping hole and he slides him inside with one fluid motion and you tense with a surprised moan. You were still so sensitive just after coming, “Fuck! Wha-what are you doin-”

He shh’d you, a playful look in his eyes as he said, “Just a second baby, you can do this for me, can’t you?”

You bite your bottom lip and endure the few very intense curls of his fingers, he grinds his clothed erection into your hip as he breathes out, “You are so warm inside, Can feel it through my gloves.”

You barely hold back a whine, “Chucky please-” He reassured you again, “Amost, just a little more-”

His fingers finally pull out, “-there you go.” His hand leaves your underwear and you struggle to catch your breath as you stay against the wall, he still feels hard against your hip and you wonder if you should drop to your knees, do something for him but what happens next kind of makes your mind go blank.

He maintained eye contact with you as he brought up his gloved hand, his middle and ring finger that had just been buried in your soaked hole, totally wet with your juices, slipped into his mouth and he sucked, tasting you for the first time, letting out a satisfied hum as he did so. His eyes fell closed for a moment before he pulled his fingers out and he said, quietly, “Fuck, you taste good.”

Were you breathing? You don’t think you were and you seriously don’t care.

Once his eyes open back up he laughs, “You good?”

A shake of your head as you catch yourself, a half laugh of your own, “Yeah, I’m so, so fucking good.”

“Good. Now c’mon.” His gloved hand takes yours, it still feels wet but now from his spit instead of from you, and he leads you out of the alley, pulling you along as your legs are still unsteady underneath you.

“Wait, what about you?”

He looked over at you, “What about me?”

“Don’t you want me to-” You started and he cut you off, “You got a train to catch and trust me I am just fine.”

“Really? Just getting me off and you-” He interjected again, his hand that wasn’t holding yours runs through his hair, “Go home and fuck my beautiful girlfriend? Yeah, real tragic.”

He finished the thought by throwing you a wink and you snorted out a laugh, “Alright fair.”

“Seriously, it’s fine, I’m not in a rush. And besides, maybe I wanna make you sweat a bit, make you really want it.” He teased, drawing out the ‘really’ and you grinned, totally reassured that he was fine waiting, more like he wanted you to beg on your knees to suck him off, “Now that sounds more like you.”

You speak again before he can, “But about Tiff, she’s uh fine with this?”

“What? You an’ me doing stuff just us?” He asked and you swung your hands a little as you walked, “Yeah, don’t worry, her and I talked a lot about this, she knows and it’s totally fine.”

If only you knew what he and Tiffany had talked all about. After your last date, the next day at a diner, over breakfast and coffee and cigarettes they talked about you, how it all went, how they felt and mostly, how much they wanted you.

“She is too fucking hot, I swear watching you two kiss, ugh-” Chucky groaned, head tipping back as he took a drag off his smoke and Tiffany sighed out, spoon stirring her coffee in her mug as she asked aloud, “Her lips are so soft, how are they so soft?”

“Fuck if I know.” He said with a shake of his head before saying, “I can’t wait to see you two do more than just kiss.”

“Yeah too tame for you right? Need more than that to really get off?” She asked with a coy smile and he said, “Naturally. Don’t act like you don’t like watching me with her, I saw your face.”

“You got me there, it is really hot.” She admitted and he said, “I can’t wait to really touch her.”

“Oh same, she has no idea what she is in for.” She said as she leaned forward on her forearms, he was scooping some egg onto his fork as he inquired, “Yeah, you gonna rock her world?”

“Obviously Chucky.” She assured with a raise of her eyebrows as she picked up a piece of toast spread with strawberry jam and he thought. For a long moment before speaking, “You know what might be fun, Tiff?”

Her eyes lit up, leaning over the table with a point of a well manicured finger, “I know that look! You have a game in mind!” A casual shrug, another drag and she gave him an expectant look before he said, “Maybe I do.”

“Well spill! I am dying to hear.” She encouraged and he leaned forward, speaking lower to her, “Okay here me out on this one, okay?”

She listened, the smile refusing to leave her lips as he outlined a little bet. A contest of sorts. Who could get you off first and hardest, him or her. Tiffany was more than in, she was wet at the very thought.

Both intended to have you solo before your coming date, both totally fine with this arrangement and excited as all hell to pull it off. A hand shake over the table once basic rules were laid down and a word of may the best man win passed over their remaining food before the check came.

But you didn’t know all that. You just thought it was a hot, spur of the moment thing, a spontaneous thing that was driven by need, which in part, it definitely was, this whole contest was pushed by the need that Chucky and Tiffany shared for you.

Just based on what he said, as simple as it was, you didn’t doubt him. They seemed to be really honest with each other and were fine with sharing you, talking about them both hooking up with you solo didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. So you decided to trust him.

“Well I’ll be honest Chuck, I’m really glad for that because holy shit was that good.” You said with a soft laugh, a shake of your head in disbelief, your legs still didn’t feel normal as you walked beside him. He squeezed your hand, pulling on it so your shoulder bumped into his as he teased, “I know I’m pretty great, right?”

Another laugh pulled from you, he was too good at making you laugh, a wide smile as you said, “I better be careful what I say. If your head gets too big it might just pop and Tiffany would never forgive me.”

“Forgive you? Hell, catch her in the right mood and she’d thank you.” He joked as you both turned down the next street towards the train station.

Your timing couldn’t have been better, if you had taken the time to put your own hands to work you would have missed the train for sure, it was on the approach as you reached the platform. You turned to him, arms around his neck you leaned up and kissed him and once you did you realised you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands on your hips he kissed you back and pulled away when you heard the train stop on the platform took everything in you. Reluctantly breaking apart, “Sorry, gotta go, bye!”

“Go on, see you Wednesday!” He called and you threw him a wave as you headed into the train car.

He watched the doors slide closed and the train head down the tracks before he makes his way back to his and Tiffany’s apartment. He catches himself whistling, very pleased with how it went, the lingering flavour of you clinging to his lips. He still felt hard, his mind running over what he just did to you. The way you sounded and your body moved, so receptive and responsive, so hot for him you were fine getting fingered in an alleyway in mid-winter, you in that short little outfit you wore for work. If only you knew what he and Tiffany did in that alley weeks back. If you knew that they murdered that man that you pointed out in the club, Randall, in that very same alley, less than five feet away from where he made you cum against the wall, you probably wouldn’t have been so eager. You didn’t need to know all that, didn’t need to know that man was dead because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

If only you knew the other people you kept unintentionally pointing out to them with all the people you knew from your work. A lot of fun had been had already with him and Tiffany engaging in their little hobby more often and more safely thanks to you. He couldn’t wait to get home and brag about his big success to Tiffany.

You didn’t feel any of that winter chill again on your walk home. You slept so well, the day was great, flew by and before you knew it you were back at work and it is slow yet again. But that is Tuesdays for you, small groups, all having a few casual drinks, nothing crazy, very manageable.

So you were pretty free up when she came in. As soon as she came in she made her way straight to you. A table near the bar, leaning against it and right next to you, a warm smile on her face, “Hey there sweet thing.”

“Tiffany! Hi!” The urge to hug her hello was great but you managed to hold it back. “What are you doing here?” You asked and she shrugged, “Wanted a drink, figured where better than here.”

That made you feel warm all over again. Her first choice was here, where you worked, to come and see you and spend time with you.

“Really? Well how sweet. What can I get you?” The question rolled off your tongue with practised ease and she said, “Mmm thinking something strong.”

“Strong?” You asked and she sighed, “Yeah, hard day. Need to loosen up. Need the courage too.”

“The courage? What do you need courage for exactly?” You asked with a giggle, she was already so confident and she leaned closer saying in that utterly addictive voice of hers, “Trust me, if I am going to try to drag you off to that bathroom for a little one on one time I am going to need it.”

Oh fuck.

Was she trying to kill you?

“So I should go and get you that shot.” You said as you started to pull away and she laughed, “Yeah better hurry up honey.”

You went to the bar and in less than a minute and a half you came back, tray in hand with two shots, you set the tray down on the table and she asked, “Two? I asked for one.”

“One’s for me.” You said as you picked it up, tapped it twice on the table top before bringing it up and with a small gesture you said, “Cheers.”

And you threw it back and Tiffany laughed before following suit, your first real drink together. A hastily taken shot of vodka with no chaser was swallowed down by both of you. Shot glasses turned upside down onto the tray and you look around, no one else looks like they need anything, your few co-workers on this barely staffed Tuesday night are all occupied and not looking so you take her hand and say, “Come on.”

You end up in that same bathroom, the one you met outside of for the first time, the one you shared your first kiss in, and now you and her were scrambling into a stall, closing the door behind you both.

While it was slow right now and no one needed you, it wouldn’t stay that way, so you had to rush, get your fill now. Your body felt even more receptive than last night, was it because of that? Because her long time partner got you off in an alleyway a few blocks from here before going back home to her? You wondered briefly as your lips met hers, what they did last night, what did he tell her, could she taste any of the remaining flavour of you on his lips? Brief images of the pair of them passionately making out, touching, groping, stripping each other, fuck, you were dying to know more of what they looked like, the small bits you’ve seen exposed were not enough. Fucking winter in Chicago cock blocking you from not seeing more of their bodies yet.

Even though you can’t see as much as you might like, you were feeling plenty, Tiffany’s body pressed to yours, her hands cradling your face as she led the kiss and you followed along eagerly. You stopped thinking about the pair of them focusing on the moment, on how she feels. On how she tasted, like the cigarette she must have had on the way over and of the vodka shot you both downed and another flavour below all that, one that was totally and thoroughly her.

She broke away only briefly to say, “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time I saw you.”

A small breathless giggle leaves you before you place another quick kiss on her lips before asking, “Really?”

“Oh God yeah, I hated not being able to touch you and kiss you good-bye like I really wanted to.” She affirmed with a wide grin and you loved she felt the same way that you did because Lord knows you wanted to do the same when she was in here last.

You didn’t need to hear more, you pulled her to you and kissed her again, she let out a soft moan against your lips that only made you kiss her deeper. Her tongue slipped into your mouth first and you rushed to match her. The make out session was fast paced, knowing again that you couldn’t be in here forever, as much as you wished that was the case, it was boring tonight but to be fair anything that isn’t making out with Tiffany sounded boring and awful and unimportant and unnecessary at this moment.

She had this amazing give and take she would pull you along with her, would assault your senses with her, a trace of her tongue, brushing her lips against yours, a small bite pulling a moan from you. It felt right and natural, like you knew just what to do next, just what she wanted, it was all communicated with startling ease. Again the similarities and differences between her and Chucky hit you, he tried to have a bit more self control than she did but she was really throwing herself into this. She seemed to be just as affected but was more willing to really give in. Her hands had slipped down from your face, fingertips skated over your neck and down your chest and she started to move down, kissing down your neck, a bite that made you want to yelp but you hold it in.

“C’mon don’t do that, we’re alone in here.” She prompted as she sunk lower, kissing over your exposed collarbone and she pressed further as heat curled in your stomach, “You can let it out a little.”

You think she could convince you to do just about anything with that voice of hers. Her hands on your ribs as she kept moving down, kissing the exposed part of your chest and lower and lower still you arched off the wall of the stall, closer to her. What was she doing, where was she going, she took her coat off, barely pulling away from you, laying it down on the floor and as soon it was there, so was she. A few more kisses down your stomach and she was on her knees, hands now on your hips and you gasped out, “Tiff-any?”

She laughed, looking up at you as her hands kept wandering, down your thighs before coming up, starting to slide up the bottom of your dress, “Yes?”

“Wha-what are you doing?” You asked much more out of breath than you meant to sound as she caught your gaze. “Isn’t it obvious? Something I’ve been dreaming about…”

Her hands were under your dress and her fingers were hooking in the sides of your underwear and she asked, “Is that okay with you?”

She wanted to eat you out right here, right now and she thought there might even be the slightest doubt that you didn’t want that just as much as she did?

“Yes, God yes, please-” You begged, head resting against the wall, unable to keep eye contact, it was too much but she didn’t mind. You didn’t need to look at her to hear the smile in her tone as she said, “Thank fuck.”

She dragged your underwear down, practically had to peel it off of you from how wet you were, you could feel how damp the crotch of your panties were as she pulled them far enough to drop down and pool at your feet. She tapped your leg and you stepped one foot out of them, her hand moved, encouraging you to put one of your legs over her shoulder. You do as she wanted, your back still leaning against the stall wall for extra support, she pushed your dress up over your hips and you were truly exposed to her.

“Holy shit.” She sounded almost awed and you asked quietly, “What?”

“Is every part of you so fucking beautiful?” The inquiry was said genuinely, so sincerely, how were you supposed to stay on your feet?

You were weak, totally fucking weak for her.

The sensation of her breath on your inner thigh steals your own. She didn’t waste more time, almost like you being inches away without her tasting you was painful for her. You understood, you were aching pretty badly but her lips made contact and that feeling was both soothed and nurtured. She kissed over you, mound and lips and the crease where thigh stops and soaked heat begins until you were squirming, a soft, “Please Tiff-”

Is what urges her to give you what you truly need. All it took was one well placed kiss on your clit to make you moan out loud and to cause you to actually drip down your thigh. Her tongue slid up through your folds and you gasped and she moaned against you, after that all bets were off. Your taste was addictive. Your reactions even more so.

She wished she didn’t have to rush this, wishing that she could take all the time in the world to truly worship you and your body but in this particular venue that wasn’t an option. She was far too hungry for that anyway, she simply needed, had to have, needed to take. How she felt was communicated easily in how she moved, her hot pink tongue licking up and over your folds in a famished sort of reverence. Up she would trace before descending back down again but, she did something you hadn’t experienced previously while on the receiving end of this particular act, she wouldn’t break contact. Her tongue would run up, soft and sweet, moving through your folds, up and over your clit and then her head would dip back down but the back of her tongue, somehow impossibly softer, would run back over the path she had just foraged on the movement of her sliding down. And she continued this beautiful torture, a perfect steady rythm with pressure as delicious as you tasted to her. Up and over and down and back on and on.

It made you shiver, made you struggle to keep your breathing even as you tried to endure, you couldn’t speak in coherent sentences, simple attempts were made but all that came through was her name and words that were trying to praise her. The best you got out, as broken as it was being, “So good.”

Time is again, sadly, limited and even as you shake, moaning and nearly being crushed under the weight of the pleasure she was bestowing upon you, she needed to feel it. Need to make you break, tangle your hands in her hair and grind your cunt on her tongue and cum in a fashion that threatens your secret to be revealed and people outside the confines of this bathroom to become aware of what you were up to. Her plush lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and she sucks carefully, experimentally and your head is thrown back so fast and hard you nearly smack it on the stall wall behind you. A loud gasp, hands laid flat on the wall of the stall, scrambling for any kind of purchase, a rock of your hips, she takes the invitation and sucks harder, deeper. Her tongue swirls over the part of you caught in her mouth and you whimper, she feels you pulse against her tongue and she soothes you further with more affection.

Another suck, another swirl and her hands squeeze you reassuringly, one on your thigh and one on your hip, encouragement to do it, chase it, get yours and you again, unspoken, listen. You buck, hips squirm, another grind and she moans against you from how confident the movement is. The vibration makes your eyes squeeze shut and you moan out her name from the increase of sensation, “Tiffany!”

She doesn’t relent, she presses on, she can feel how you tremble, know you are almost there, ragged breathing, chest heaving and the excitement she feels is intense. You are so close, almost there, about to cum for the very first time from something she is doing, first of hopefully many. You already taste amazing but she cannot wait to drink from you post orgasm, to really taste pure and concentrated you. It happens in a second, on the very edge of bliss, teetering there, so close but not quite to then shifting your hips just so, pushing yourself harder into her mouth as she sucks and you cum.

The feeling of it practically knocks the wind out of you, a mixture of a choked sob and a gasp spills from your lips as your clit throbs on her tongue, your one leg you are standing on almost gives out from under you. She slows her movements on your come down and releases you before slipping her tongue lower, lapping at your drooling hole, drinking you down and you squirm again from the small overstimulation before she pulls back with a sigh of contentment Your eyes reopen and you look down at her still on her knees, smiling up at you, mouth wet and eyes warm and mischievous. “So…?”

You let out a laugh, a shake of your head as you slowly catch your breath, “What do you think?”

“Amazing?” She offered up and you said, “Close, not sure I have words for how that felt yet. Get back to me on it?”

“Deal.” She affirmed with a nod.

She hoisted your leg off her shoulder only when you gave her the go ahead you were sure you could handle it and then you held out both hands and helped her up. Her jacket was picked up and thrown over her arm and you both came out of the bathroom stall. She walked over to the sinks as she shrugged her coat back in, hand dipping into the pocket, she licked her lips and you noticed as you looked at her in the mirror she hadn’t worn lipstick when she came in.

The realisation washed over you as she pulled out the golden tube and started to apply her lipstick only when her lips had been totally cleaned of the remainder of you. She spread the dark berry colour and you asked, “Did you come in knowing you wanted to do this?”

She laughed, pausing applying the lipcolour as she asked, “What?”

“You came in with no lipstick on. Did you really come in here fully knowing that you were going to drag me in here and we were going to do this?” You asked as you came up right beside her, one hand on the countertop as you leaned over her shoulder, staring her down in the mirror.

She turned her head, coy smile on her face, recapping her lipstick before putting it away, you turned your head too, meeting her gaze as she said, “Maybe.”

“Oh you conniving little-” You teased with a big smile and she cut you off with a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, c’mon I think it was pretty nice of me to do that so you wouldn’t be all marked up and can get back to work with no suspicion.”

True, it really was and you laughed out, “Okay, okay, thank you.”

“Now you gotta get back out there before they notice you are gone and I gotta go.” She said easily as she started to pull away and you grabbed her hand, keeping her close, “Awe so soon?”

She leaned in, a deep kiss that made the pout get wiped clean from your face, her tongue slips into your mouth and you taste yourself, mind goes blank as she forces the flavour of your own cunt onto you. Eyes flutter closed and you kiss her back, a beautiful moment shared before she pulls back and checks her watch before saying, “Sorry sugar. I got a dinner reservation. I really gotta go.”

Your eyes slide back open, a dopey smile on your face and you give a single nod, “Mmhmm, okay.”

She let out a musical laugh again before saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow for our date.”

“Yeah see you then.” Your eyes follow her as she heads out, heels clicking on the tile, hand meets handle and she stops, a look over her shoulder, “Might wanna check your lipstick before you get back out there.” With a wink and pull of the door she was gone.

After she left you behind you turn to look in the mirror and see that your own lips were a mess, smudged with her much darker lipstick as well as an imprint from where she kissed your cheek. “Shit.”

Once your lipstick was fixed and you got back out there no one noticed you had gone, thank God for that. You finished the rest of the date, thinking of last night with Chucky and now tonight with Tiffany and honestly way too excited for tomorrow's date, wondering what just might happen with both of them at once.

Tiffany came into the restaurant, long purposeful strides as she made her way to their table, spotting him was easy. She leaned down, a kiss pressed to his cheek before she slid into the seat as she took off her coat. “There you are, I was wondering when you’d grace me with your presence.”

“Sorry I ran a bit late, wanted to grab a drink before I got here and it ran unexpectedly long.” She said as she settled into the chair across from him. “Oh really? An’ where did you get this drink exactly?”

“What’s it to you?” She fired back with a smile and he said, “Just wondering what was keeping my girl away from me, is that a crime?”

“Not one punishable by a court of law anyway.” She said as she reached to pick up the drink he had already ordered for her.

“What did you have to drink if I may ask because I have a feeling of what it mighta been.” He was leaning closer, arms resting on the table and she said with a coy shrug, “A shot of vodka.”

“A shot, huh? On an empty stomach, pre-dinner?” He asked and she teased. “Yeah, that a problem for you sweet face?”

“Nope, not at all. Just makes me curious. A shot is typically real quick and you took so long. You sure that is the only drink you had?” He pressed and she said, “Well maybe I did have one more.”

“And did that drink happen to be called-” The waiter came by and set down the appetisers he had ordered prior to her arrival, effectively cutting off and spoiling Chucky’s little joke, something that made Tiffany grin as she watched how annoyed it made him. The waiter left promptly and the blonde finally filled him in, “I know you won’t let it go till I spill so yes, I paid our new friend a visit and had a taste.”

“I fucking knew it.” He said with a shake of his head as he reached out to start digging into the food and she sighed, “I couldn’t help it, I got a taste when you came home last night and it just wasn’t enough, had to go get some for myself.”

She said nothing after that until he asked, “Well?”

“Well what?” She said in a faux innocent tone, trying to pretend she didn’t know what he meant. “What do you mean what?! I gave you all the details about what I did last night, so c’mon share with the class.”

She knew just what he wanted but had wanted to hear him say it. “Okay so I get there right?”

She told him all about how you both talked, flirted, shared a shot and made it to the bathroom, the intense make out and how she got on her knees for you and made you totally see stars all from her talented mouth. He was very impressed and also, completely hard under the table as he listened to her speak in hushed tones with that sultry voice so the nearby tables wouldn’t overhear them. The fact she did that less an twenty minutes ago before coming here was so fucking hot to him.

They both didn’t get too into talking about how fantastic you were, both were still in a public setting and they knew if they got started they wouldn’t be able to stop or keep their hands off each other. Both did allow a small moment to gush before Tiffany said, “So clearly I won.”

That made Chucky cover his mouth with the back of his hand, speaking around his mouthful, “The fuck makes you think that?”

“Uh I dunno she nearly collapsed when I made her cum, and if you would have heard the sounds she was making there is no doubt I’m the winner-” She started and he swallowed before saying, “No, no, the bet was who did it first and I beat you to it last night-”

“First AND hardest I believe were the exact terms used, sure you might have made her cum first but I definitely made her cum harder than you did.” She insisted and he said, “Oh don’t throw around words like fucking ‘deffinetly’ over this!”

“Again you weren’t there Chuck-” She began but was promptly cut off, “And you weren’t there when I was with her either, Tiff!”

The fight was undeniably playful as they teased one another and argued over who was the true winner but over the course of dinner they made no progress. As he was paying for the bill he said with a sigh, “I think we’ve reached an impasse.”

“Definitely. Think we have to get her opinion tomorrow to really settle this.” She was slipping her coat back on and so was he, “Agreed, and just you wait, you’re gonna be going down.”

“Oooh twice in two days, how fun.” She said casually as she started to head out, rushing to follow behind her as he deadpanned, “Ha-ha, you’re hilarious.”

“I know.” She said warmly as she took his hand as they walked out onto the street.

You made sure to leave the house early that day, didn’t want to even have the smallest risk of being late. It was cloudy and overcast, not unusual for this time of year, light snowfall dusting your shoulders as you made your way into the park. The three of you planned your date a few days ago and you had made the suggestion of ice skating, something Tiffany ood’ over and Chuck seemed less than impressed about even though he tried to hide it.

You hadn’t been skating in a while, not nearly enough this winter and you were looking forward to this and some lunch afterwards. You were the one who picked this rink, it was your favourite, you loved skating in the park, definitely the best of the ice rink’s you’d tired in town so far. They had actually got here first, also clearly had plans of being on time and you greeted the pair warmly. You were in your warmest coat pulled tight around you, gloves and pants, a hat, you felt very cosy and comfortable at the moment, winter chill kept far away.

They both looked weather appropriate, Tiffany was in pants for once, they looked way too good on her, they hugged her thighs beautifully and her coat was thicker than usual, even he went for warmer attire but he still had the leather gloves and red scarf on and you were slowly starting to associate with him.

A hug for each of them, “Hiii, how are you both?”

“Hey! Good.” Chucky said, “I’ve been looking forward to this.” Tiffany said with a smile. Skates were rented by the pair as you sat on a nearby bench, lacing up the skates you brought along. “You own yours?”

He asked and you nodded, “Mmhmm, sure do.” You replied as you finished tying up your left skate.

“You like that much?” Tiffany asked, “Duh, it’s so much fun.”

She smiled wider at your use of the word ‘duh’ and so did he, a reminder of previous times together. Tiffany leaned over to him as she said, “Hear that Chucky? It’s fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here aren’t I? I’m trying it.” He argued with a small smile. You stood up and said, “C’mon Tiff, he’s making an effort, give the man some credit.”

Once you were all in your skates you started, stepped onto the ice and glided with ease, a few strides out before making a turn to face where they would come onto the rink. Tiffany follows suit, relative ease as she makes her way out, she skates right on up to you and you swear the smile refuses to leave your face. This was going to be such a good afternoon.

You hear the exclamation and that makes you both look to see Chucky, on the ice now, both arms out, clearly having just stopped himself from falling and eating total shit.

His eyes met yours, a coy smile on your face and a raise of your eyebrows and his expression hardened, determined. He carefully pushed with one foot and instead of switching, keeping momentum going, he pushed again with the same foot and then again. It was like a kid trying to ride a skateboard, badly. He was getting nowhere fast and he almost fell again and just barely stopped himself once more.

You didn’t suppress your giggle as you and Tiffany both skated over, taking one hand each, you soothed, “It’s alright Chuck.”

“Yeah sweet face, we got you. We won’t let you fall.” She added on and he sighed, head hanging for a moment, “Gee thanks.”

“Awe there is no shame in not knowing how to skate, now stop sulking and let’s have some fun.”

You and Tiffany both led, holding onto his hands casually as you showed him how to skate, helped him maintain his balance as you instructed and he slowly started to pick up on it. Not needing to hang on as tight as you went.

“People are looking.” He said sternly and you laughed, “No one is looking Chuck!”

“They are! Grown ass man doesn’t know how to skate and needs-” He started to rant and Tiffany cut him off, “-to be pressed between two really hot women with their hands on him? How terrible.”

The snow continued to fall and he continued to improve as easy conversation flowed between the three of you. This was much better than you hoped honestly. Being able to do this, holding hands as a trio in public on a date, even if it was under the excuse of making sure ol Chuck didn’t fall flat on his face, was nice. So, so fucking nice, something you didn’t think you could have honestly.

You skated for a long time, conversation and comfortable silence as you skated together until the cold had made its way through your skates biting your toes and numbing your gloved fingers making you all leave the rink. Skates returned and regular shoes back on, your own skates the laces tied and hoisted over your shoulder, you all make your way and rush to find some serious warmth.

You leave the park and find a nice restaurant you had heard good things about but had never been to before, you left your skates by the door and were all seated around a table, still shivering, desperate to warm up. The waiter came by and you all ordered coffee and as soon as it was brought mugs were in freezing palms to help remedy the chill. The coffee helps as you all look over menus and then lunch is ordered, sandwiches and a big plate of fries in the middle of the table to all split.

“You don’t like malt vinegar?” You asked and Chucky scrunched up his nose, “On fries? Not really, what’s wrong with ketchup? It’s a classic.”

“I guess, just seems so juvenile.” You teased as you took a portion of the fries and moved them to your plate. “Then it fits him to a T obviously.” Tiffany said as she picked up a fry and popped it in her mouth.

Before Chucky could argue she then said, “You know I hear people in other parts of the world eat fries with mayo.”

“Mayo? Like as in nnaise?” You asked and Chucky snorted out a laugh before he added on, “That sounds made up.”

“Swear to God, the total truth.” She said with one hand up and the other over her chest like she was swearing on the bible itself. You didn’t care much for God but had to admit, even without having actually seen them, that her chest was much more worthy of your worship. You shake the thought from your head and he argues further, “Bullshit, where’d you hear it?”

“I read it in a book, I read, you know.” She said dropping her hands and you smile as the conversation continues on. Chucky wondering if they should get some mayonnaise to actually try it and see if it was any good, something you decided to put the kibosh on.

Midway through the meal you asked them, “So you lived near there, how is New York? I’ve never been.”

They both groaned, he started, “Oh my God-”

And she finished, “-So overrated.”

“Really?” You leaned closer as they both went on, you are reminded of your last date, it was interesting that it wasn’t just Chucky saying it this time, Tiffany seemed totally on the same page about this one, deemed it worthy of going off on.

“It is loud-” He said, “-and noisy-” she said, “-and dirty!” he added.

It was almost like a dance, a patter to it, back and forth, your eyes flitting between the pair as they expounded their intense dislike.

“The people are rude!”

“Too many people, period!”

“Full of pretentious-”

“-snobby-”

“-Goddamn assholes.”

You held up both hands, a light laugh, “Okay, okay, fuck, is this gonna be a trend on our dates? I gotta be careful what I ask about or I’m gonna get a rant?”

“Sorry, just, fuck, New York sucks! They like to think they are so much better than everyone else, such a piss off.” Chucky said and Tiffany said, “He’s right, but really sorry about that.”

“I’m kidding around, it’s fine! I like the passion.” You admitted and Tiffany said, “How about next time we let you get a rant in? Make it even?”

“Sounds fair to me.”

You did mean what you said, listening to them talk like that was fun, very entertaining. You could listen to them go on like that for much longer.

Lunch was done and everyone was warmed up, the bill paid up and you ventured back into the cold afternoon outside. The afternoon was still young and you weren’t in a rush to get anywhere and neither were they so you all did some casual window shopping. Eventually finding yourself in a bookstore.

You are all looking around, eventually you make your way to the back of the stacks, checking out the horror novels, far from view when you soon feel you aren’t alone any longer. You feel a hand slide onto your lower back and you turn to see Chucky right there, leaning onto the shelf next to you. “Heya stranger.” You start and he said, “Hey to you too.”

You feel the book being taken out of your hand and it makes your head turn to the other side, seeing Tiffany looking at the back of the book you had selected. You had been effectively cornered, boxed in by the duo and you were feeling it.

“Good pick, I hear this one is great.” Tiffany praised as she held the book up and you started to respond but instead you felt Chucky’s hands wandering, sliding onto your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Woah, Chuck, what are you doing?” You stage whispered to him, a slight struggle and you felt his lips on the back of your neck, “Awe c’mon they can’t see us back here. Live a little.”

“Yeah hon. You are fine cumming in alleyways and public bathrooms at your fucking job but the back stacks are too far?” Tiffany asked, leaning much closer to you, her lips mere inches from yours as she continued on. “You know we had a little something we wanted to talk to you about.”

“Talk to me about?” You asked, trying not to get lost in her eyes or be too distracted by the way Chucky’s hands squeezed and how he kissed your neck.

“Well Tiff and I had a little wager-”

His teeth grazed and you asked breathlessly, “A wager?”

“A bet. And we need you to settle it for us.” Tiffany said and you asked, eyes threatening to slide closed, Chucky asked, “Can you do that for us sweetheart?”

“I-I can certainly try.” You had no idea what they were talking about, a bet? What kind of bet could they need your input on?

That is when they spilled it all. Tiffany’s lips brushing yours as she tucked some hair behind your ear as she told you how it started. Chucky admitted it was his idea. The sheer need they both felt for you, the intense want to make you feel good, how that desire drove them to this small contest to see who could do it better.

The way that they gave this admission was nearly too much, it was uttered with no small amount of heat and very, very playful too. Wander hands, stolen kisses and you were feeling very excited, wet, ready and wanting, especially as they recounted certain details, praised the sounds you made and the way you tasted, how hot they both found the solo hookups being recounted were. It made you feel good, more than good, it had the effect they wanted, you felt very wanted, desirable.

To think they would go to the lengths of inventing this contest to have their way with you and put your enjoyment, your pleasure at the very centre of it.

When they were done telling you this you gasped out, “So what’s the problem?”

“We need to know who did the better job of course.” He said and she pressed, “Yeah, tell us sweet thing, who made you cum harder?”

How could you even begin to answer that question?

Both were so good, but so different, you enjoyed both hookups for different reasons. The build up, the teasing and the taking, how confident they both were, the locations and of course the physical aspect were fantastic, you had no way of being able to pick. You hum and haw and they don’t stop prompting you, they don’t stop touching you either. Tiffany’s hand almost between your legs, manicured nails brush over the material of your inner thigh and even through the material of your pants you want to shiver.

“I-I uh dunno, I just, ugh I dunno who was better-” Which was true you really didn’t but they didn’t seem to like that answer.

“Awe, you really can’t pick?” He asked and you shook your head, “I really can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked and you said, “I-...You were both so, so good, I can’t decide-”

“Well that isn’t gonna work.” He nipped at your ear lobe and she kissed you deeply and you melted as you were squeezed between them. They both broke away, she said, “We gotta know for sure.”

He nodded to what Tiffany asked, “How are we gonna know? Do we need a repeat performance?”

You felt yourself throb and leak at the very suggestion. You tried to play it cool as you said, “Maybe we do need that.”

They both shared a private look over your shoulder, a shared smile as they locked eyes and you asked quickly, “Can we go somewhere else to settle this properly?”

Tiffany and Chucky had just the answer and they knew just what to say. Still so close he asked low in your ear, “How about our place?”

#Charles Lee Ray X Reader #Tiffany Valentine X Reader #Poly!Chiffany X reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #Through The Heart Is The Only Way #TTHISTOW #Hope you alllllll love it!

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A Racer's Heart

Chapter 04

F1Driver!Jeno X Reader X F1Driver!Jaemin

Preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05…

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Warnings: swearing, car crash

Word Count: 3.6K+

Author's Note: You know when I start my story, I always have an idea of where it's going but then I start writing and suddenly I have no idea where it's going. Like if you ask me who is y/n gonna end up with, I have no idea. Like you guys are finding out with me about how this story will turn out lmaooo. I also notice that this story isn't doing that well compared to my others, and idk if its because my writing it starting to suck or because there's not a lot of nct fans that are also formula 1 fans lol. nevertheless hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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Part of your job, as Jeno’s race engineer, is ensuring that Jeno remains confident in his ability and his car. Your job becomes extra hard when Jeno allows external influences or events to linger in his mind. Then there's an added level of difficulty, if the events that are lingering on Jeno’s mind involve you.

It was clear that Jeno’s mind wasn’t where it was supposed to be in Azerbaijan and Canada, when Jeno finished outside of the points in both. This weekend, you guys were in the UK, silverstone. You hoped that you could get his mind in the right state for the race.

“Just get out there and race,” you tried to find the right words to encourage Jeno.

“I know,” Jeno said as he hung his head, fiddling with gloves, as he sat in the car on the circuit.

“Jen,” you called out to him once more, to get him to look at you before you had to go back into the garage. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“My helmet, please,” Jeno said as he pointed to his helmet on the nose of the car, not acknowledging your earlier words. You sighed, handing Jeno his helmet.

“Be safe,” you say as you place a hand on Jeno’s helmet after he puts it on. The visor doesn’t let you see Jeno’s eyes, but you feel him nod slightly. You leave your place on the circuit going back to the garage to take your seat. You put on your headset, “check? Can you hear me Jen?”

“Loud and clear dear,” Jeno chuckled, “let’s score some points, yeah?”

“You know what to do Jen.”

‘We’re entering lap 23, and you can see Martin, the battle between the NCT teammates are starting to heat up’

You watched the monitor, seeing what everyone watching on TV was seeing. “This isn’t good,” Mark said, from the other side, as he watched his own monitor.

“We told them they were allowed to race,” Taeyong said, as he watched what you guys were watching. Jeno and Jaemin were going into the turns side by side, coming wheel to wheel.

‘It doesn’t sound like they are giving out any team orders in the NCT garage, Crofty’

“I don’t like this Taeyong, they’re gonna crash,” you spoke up, not liking this. Neither Taeyong nor Mark knew what happened in Monaco, when they asked if something happened, both Jeno and Jaemin shrugged it off as the season was getting more serious now.

‘This is very interesting Martin, usually drivers are arguing with the team to give out orders or not, but it is silence on the NCT team radio’

“Let them race, as long as they’re not bashing each other on the radio where all the teams can hear, they’re not causing problems.”

‘I would think you have to give out orders to ensure both drivers score points for the championship, if not they could crash which would take them out of the points completely’

The race continued on with them going back and forth, it wasn’t until Ocon closed in on them that they stopped racing each other and defended their respective positions. They crossed the finish line P8, Jeno, and P9, Jaemin. Picking up another six points for the team. You took the largest sigh of relief when the checkered flag finally waved.

“P8 Jen, good job,” you spoke into the radio to Jeno.

“Thank you,” Jeno said, in a rather monotone voice, as he finished out his cool down lap.

‘I wonder what’s happening in the NCT garage, I guess we’ll have to ask in the post-race interviews’

You sighed, watching the broadcast of the race. After doing his weigh in, Jeno went straight to the media bullpen to finish his requirements. However, when Jaemin finished his weigh-in, he came to find you. “y/n a word, please?”

“Sure,” you said as you put down your stuff, and stepped away with Jaemin. Your breath started to get short, as you walked further into the garage, away from most people. This wasn’t like Jaemin. Usually, if Jaemin had something to say, he would just say it, regardless of who was around.

When Jaemin finally stopped, and looked towards you, you began to feel nervous about what Jaemin had to say. “Jeno told you what happened that night in Monaco?”

You took a breath, “He only told me what he knew, there's still a few hours missing because no one was there with me.” You answered his question honestly, but it still looked like the answer pained him.

“I see,” Jaemin didn’t meet your eyes, which was very unlike him. Jaemin always portrayed confidence. He said everything on his mind, he looked people in the eyes, he stood tall. The person in front of you didn’t portray that confidence. “It feels like Jeno is still angry with me for that night, and he has every right to be, I put you in danger. So I just want to apologize again, I should’ve never left you like that, especially when you told me you weren’t familiar with the area.”

You felt bad for Jaemin, he had apologized to you every weekend since Monaco. He hasn’t stopped apologizing, even after you told him you forgave him. Even after you told Jeno, you forgave him. Jaemin continued to apologize. You know he shouldn’t have left you alone, but what was done was done. Everything ended up okay in the end, there was nothing more to be done already.

You were about to accept another apology when Jeno shouted your name from across the garage. The roughness of Jeno’s voice, caused shivers to run down your spine. You turned back to see him, and watched as he stared daggers at Jaemin. “I’m sorry Jaemin,” you whispered, as you walked towards Jeno.

You followed Jeno back up to his room, you made sure to shut the door before speaking up, “that wasn’t necessary.” Jeno didn’t respond to you, instead gathering his clothes to rinse off before leaving for the day. “Jeno you need to forgive Jaemin already, I have, why can’t you do the same?”

Jeno continued to ignore you.

“Jeno, I’m talking to you, the least you can do is look at me.” Jeno turned around to face you, his face stuck in a scowl. You felt your shoulders drop, and your eyes softened, “I’m okay Jeno, I really am okay.”

“And what if you weren’t?” Jeno asked, a little louder than his normal. “What if I didn’t get there in time? What if I didn’t pick up the phone that night? What if you didn’t go to the restroom? What if you weren’t okay?” Jeno asked, as you saw the tears brim his eyes, Jeno dropped to a seat. You followed, finding a spot right next to him. “10 minutes, it took me 10 minutes to get to you. For 10 minutes I could only imagine the worst happening to you. For 10 minutes I had to figure out how to explain to your parents that you were dead. For 10 minutes I couldn’t protect you. For 10 minutes, I was completely helpless. And it was my fault.”

You wiped away your own tears, “it’s not,” you whispered as you stared down at your lap. You took a deep breath, you could blame Jaemin for leaving you alone. You could blame yourself for not watching your drink. You could blame the bartender for allowing it to happen, but there was only one person to blame. “It’s the guy who drugged me, that's who's at fault, no one else. Not Jaemin and especially not you. You can’t blame a predator's actions on you Jeno.” You grabbed Jeno’s hand, squeezing it, now looking at him.

“How are you so okay with this?” Jeno asked with a slight shake of his head.

“When you grow up knowing that no matter what you do, you will still be at risk, you get used to it, I guess.” You felt Jeno’s eyes on you while you looked ahead. Jeno grabbed your cheek, pressing your temple to his lips. You cracked a small smile, enjoying the feeling of Jeno’s lips on you. The two of you stayed in that position for a minute. You didn’t want to move, to disrupt the delicate peace that was in place.

As soon as the Silverstone Grand Prix ended, you headed up to Austria with the majority of the team. Jeno, Jaemin, along with a few team members stayed in the UK for another day. The rumor that was being traded amongst team members is that Jeno and Jaemin needed to stay behind for a team bonding moment. You kept your comments to yourself, knowing that Jeno just stayed in the UK for an extra day to visit some friends out there that he didn’t get to see over the weekend.

When you arrived in Austria, you and some of Jeno’s mechanics got together to ‘work,’ it really was just you guys at a bar drinking and shooting darts. You stayed away from the alcohol, not really feeling comfortable drinking. Even if you wanted to drink, you couldn’t because Jeno bothered you every five minutes. You swear you have had partners who texted you less in your entire relationship with them, than Jeno has texted him since you’ve been out tonight.

“Your driver and you are awfully close,” someone commented, peeking over your shoulder.

“Oh Jeno,” you shrugged, “we’ve been friends a long time, that’s why.”

“I see,”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get your name,” you smiled, sticking out your hand, “I’m y/n.”

The other person took your hand, “I know, I’m Renjun, a race engineer for NCT. I was working with Danny, the driver before Jeno.”

“I see,” you hesitated, worried about where the conversation was going.

“I was excited to work with Jeno, but then Taeyong said that Jeno was bringing in his own race engineer,” Renjun said, beforing sipping the beer in his hand.

Before Jeno was in F1, he was in Prema Racing, and so were you. It was easy to move around and follow Jeno, because you remained a part of Prema Racing. So all you had to do was move up within the same team, like Jeno. When Jeno left F2, and Prema Racing, he insisted you do the same. So you did, you left Prema and applied for Alfa Romeo. And you were content, you could’ve stayed at Alfa Romeo, you wanted to stay at Alfa Romeo. However Jeno insisted that you needed to be with him in NCT, and he made sure of it. He had it as a part of his contract with NCT, a job for you, to ensure you followed him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” you stuttered out a half-ass apology, not sure what to say at all. At this time, Renjun cracked a smile.

“I’m just giving you a hard time,” Renjun laughed, “It’s really fine, it’s amazing what you and Jeno have.”

You tried to chuckle away the awkwardness, “what do you mean by that?”

“I’ve watched you guys these past few races, Jeno holds a lot of trust in you, he doesn’t question any of the strategy choices you make for him.”

You repeat the same thing that you always tell yourself to Renjun, “He just knows that I know what he likes.”

“No it's more than that, I’ve worked with drivers before, Jeno has like,” Renjun pauses, you watch him look for the right word to string into his sentence, “faith that you will do whatever is best for him, even if it goes against the greater good.” Renjun jokes.

You smile, never thinking about it like that, “I want him to win, so…yeah, I guess I do whatever is best for him.”

“It's amazing Jeno has someone like you in his corner for the races.”

Renjun’s words carry a certain weight with you, as the night goes on. You find yourself picking apart his meaning behind them, mulling over them again and again. You go through all your time with Jeno, from when you first met him until now. You wonder if you always did what was best for Jeno. You even carry his words with you into the Thursday, during the first strategy meetings.

“Where are you?” Jeno asked softly, during the meeting when he noticed you weren’t really paying attention.

You shook your head, focusing back on Taeyong as he spoke. Jeno watched you for a moment longer, before turning his attention back to Taeyong as well. You listen attentively as Taeyong drones on, about different plans and which tire to use when. You push Renjun’s words to the back of your mind, and decide to handle it at another time.

Just when the meeting ends and Renjun’s words start to creep up again, the perfect distraction makes his way towards you. “y/n,” Jaemin says almost breathlessly, “I need to ask you something.” Jaemin looks panicked, as he stands in front of you, almost like he’s gonna vomit whatever he says next.

“Okay,” you say with fake worry, entertaining whatever Jaemin wants to say. He can tell you're mocking him a little, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Let me take you to dinner,” Jaemin blurts out, that it takes you back. You always pictured Jaemin asking someone out to dinner that it would be done with a certain cool, a specific type of charisma. In which it had none.

“Jaemin,” Jeno says, now making his presence known.

You turn your attention to Jeno, whom you thought initially left with the rest of the team when the meeting ended. “Jeno,” Jaemin says with a slight nod of his head.

“You boys are talking to each other again?” you asked, as you look at the both of them. The last time either of them spoke to each other, not in front of a camera, was at the club.

“Playing nice,” Jeno sighs. You crack a smile.

“Okay Jaemin, you can take me out to dinner,” you smile, as Jaemin releases a sigh of relief.

You walk away, heading into the garage to prepare your station for this weekend's activities. Just as your out of the meeting room, Jeno catches Jaemin’s arm, “don’t do anything stupid, yeah?” The extra day Jeno spent in the UK was intended to catch up with a few friends like he told you. However Taeyong had pulled Jeno into a lunch with Jaemin and him, forcing Jeno and Jaemin to work out whatever was going on between them. At that lunch, both Jeno and Jaemin concluded that what happened to you in Monaco was to never happen again.

“I’m taking her to dinner to make up for what happened in Monaco, Jeno,” Jaemin says, as he pulls Jeno’s hand off his arm. Jaemin enjoys messing around with people, and he’s just beginning to realize how much he can mess around with Jeno if he uses you. “I can’t help it if she likes me more than you,” Jaemin smirks.

Jaemin meets you in the hotel lobby at 6, to take you to dinner. He’s dressed in a simple pair of black slacks with a white button up, and a suit jacket. It’s so simple, yet it looks like Jaemin, and he wears it well. He’s much more attentive this time around. He opens all the doors for you, he pulls out your chair at this upscale restaurant that he chose. He listens to everything you have to say, he asks questions to keep you going. He doesn’t flaunt his money to the waiter, or his title. You guys split the dessert, almost in a romantic fashion.

Just as you're leaving the restaurant, you feel a chill come on. You shiver, as Jaemin opens the door out for you. As soon as you step outside, Jaemin slips off his jacket, placing the item on your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you say, as Jaemin smiles.

“There’s an evening exhibit just a block away,” Jaemin offers.

“I’m not much of an art person,” you say as you looks at Jaemin

“Neither am I,” Jaemin stares at you, “I just don’t want tonight to end.”

“Okay,” you say, as you and Jaemin walk down to the exhibit. Jaemin places a hand on the small of your back, he makes sure you’re on the inside of the sidewalk as the two of you walk the block. The two of you spend hours looking at the different art displayed. Neither of you knows what any of it means, or what the artist was trying to portray or what symbolism is being shown, but you stay nonetheless. Jaemin follows your lead, allowing you to pull him into any direction. He doesn’t mind, he enjoys watching you pick apart the artwork to relate to something.

“It’s really beautiful,” you say as you stare at the portrait, the plaque says that it was a portrait of the artist’s muse, their significant other.

“It is,” Jaemin agrees, as his eyes stay locked on you. Jaemin doesn’t know what the painting looks like, or what the plaque says, but the art before his eyes is truly beautiful to him.

Neither you or Jaemin really want the night to end, so much so that the exhibit workers ask you and Jaemin to leave so they can go home for the night. You bash, not realizing you spent that much time there. Jaemin, thinks that if he slips the workers a few hundred, they will let you guys stay a bit longer, but before Jaemin can act on the idea, you’re walking out.

“We need to let them go home,” you smile, offering your hand for Jaemin to take.

“Because you said so,” Jaemin says, as he takes your hand. You spend at least another hour or two walking around just talking with Jaemin. Talking with Jaemin feels like floating in a calm sea, it’s light, easy, and can go on forever.

You try to delay the end of the night for as long as possible, Jaemin does the same. He walks you all the way up to your hotel room door. It’s easily one in the morning by the time you make it back to the hotel.

“Why don’t you come in?” you ask Jaemin as you push open the door.

“That would be improper,” Jaemin smirks, “maybe after the second date.”

“This was a date?” you joke.

Jaemin chuckles at your joke, “I had a really nice night y/n,” Jaemin says seriously now.

“Me too, thank you.”

Jaemin comes in close, pressing his lips to your cheek, you feel a little disappointed that all you got was a kiss on the cheek. You guess your face exposes you, because Jaemin says, “don’t look so disappointed sweetheart,” with a certain smirk.

You blush, as you realize you got caught. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say, trying to find words to fill in the gap, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Jaemin says as he takes a step watching you close the door on him. After he hears the final click of the door shutting, Jaemin begins to walk away to go to his hotel room. Jaemin lets out a sigh, if it was anyone else, he would have taken up the offer to come inside. But you were different. Jaemin doesn’t like second dates, or kisses on the cheek, or hand holding, or long walks in the park, or art exhibits. But Jaemin likes being around you.

He feels himself get giddy, thinking about the moment you offered your hand. He smiles, when he thinks about you staring at the portrait at the exhibit. He blushes when he recalls how you clung on his arm during the walk in the park. He laughs to himself, when he remembers you had a little something on the corner of your mouth when you guys shared dessert. He lays in his bed, with images of you playing in his mind. He dreams of you in his sleep, with a smile plastered on his face.

“How was dinner?” Jeno asks as he goes through the car specs to prepare for practice.

The mention of last night's dinner has the blood rushing to your cheeks, “it was nice,” you smiled, staring at your tablet.

“He didn’t leave you right?” Jeno asks with a certain bite in his tone.

“Jeno, we agreed to let it go already,” you scolded.

“I was just checking,” Jeno scoffs, as he goes back to looking over his car, “better not start cheering for him.”

“Never, you’re still my favorite driver,” you say with a little nudge, that causes Jeno to smile.

While Jeno is putting in his practice laps, Jaemin makes his way over to you. “Hey sweetheart,” Jaemin says, gaining your attention. You blush at the nickname he seems to love to call you. “I had fun last night,” Jaemin says.

“I did too,” you smile.

“Let me take you out again, Sunday after the race,” Jaemin asks. It comes to a bit of a surprise to himself that he did ask you out again, Jaemin isn’t really sure about what he wants from you, or what he can give you. All he knows is that he enjoys being with you.

“Okay,” you answer, not able to contain your smile. Jaemin leaves you to prepare to put in his own practice laps. Just before he’s out of your sight, he sends a wink your way, that causes even more blood to rush to your cheeks.

“y/n,” Jeno’s voice cuts clear across the radio, there’s a panic in his voice, something you don’t pick up right away, “something feels off,”

“What are you talking…” Just before you could finish your question, you watch as Jeno’s car spins out of control and into a barrier.

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Better (Park Jeongseong) 🎶

Voglio passare il resto della mia vita con te. L'amore è un viaggio non una destinazione ★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆𖦹✮₊ ⊹

Genre: Angst, Fluff

AU: University!au, Nonidol!au

Pairing: Ex!Jungwon x Reader, Brother’s Best Friend!Jay x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 7,671

Synopsis: Diving into your first long-term relationship was scary and the breakup left you traumatized, probably because it happened over text, and from then on you vowed to never wear your heart on your sleeve ever again, but a certain raven-haired male promised to change your perspective.

Your relationship with Jungwon wasn’t precisely the dreamy or ideal relationship you had hoped for but as someone who had almost no experience, put that and being a people pleaser together, and you have whatever is left of your so-called relationship.

It’s not like Jugwon was a bad person or anything the boy was quite the softy, so he’s probably just as overwhelmed as you are when it comes to dating. The latter part of the relationship consisted of you trying to understand him as best as you could, that was until inconsistencies started popping up a lot more.

Jungwon felt distant, he was more busy, despite the two of you being in the same major. At the beginning of your relationship, it was sweet and full of first times. Jungwon used to hold your hand, his other one holding your bag, as you would walk to the diner across campus and stay there for hours just talking about your day.

The soft gazes he’d give you whenever your eyes met, the flowers he’d give you on a random day, and the late-night calls wherein one of you ends up asleep. It was like a broken record that rewind itself during the late hours when you would start to question his love for you.

Those moments seem like old memories to you now as you see another apologetic text from your boyfriend. Another text where he promised to make it up to you and that he’d do better next time, it was starting to become a routine where you got stood up by him.

You wondered what on earth would keep your boyfriend so busy, especially when you both had ended up together because you took the same classes. You weren’t a slacker and always got your work done on time, so things weren’t adding up, especially when you both always tried to help one another.

The week after your midterms, you decided to visit your family and stay at home for a little bit. Your family lived thirty minutes away from campus and you honestly couldn’t bother to make a drive that long every day, so you opted to stay on campus to save time, but on occasion, you would suck it up for a few days whenever your dorm felt too tight. Today was one of those days, but it felt a lot worse than you’d like.

“Hey, I’m gonna go stay at my family’s for the weekend, and on Monday, just try not to make a mess here or anything.” You say to your roommate, Hanni, who nods without looking at you. Your roommate had an annoying habit of not looking at people whenever she was focused on her work, but you grew quite used to it and just shrugged it off after a few months.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I only ever have Minji or Wonyoung over so no mess and no broken belongings. Have fun and say hi to Jake for me if you see him will ya? Drive safe Y/n,” Hanni finally turns to you from her bed and you laugh.

Jake was a good brother and had a heart of gold, but you couldn’t handle your friends gushing over him in front of your face, it just felt weird when you grew up right beside him, the image of a younger Jake picking his nose suddenly registering itself into your brain as you cringed. You couldn’t care less about who he’d date though, it was none of your business anyway. As long as he doesn’t end up hurt or hurting anyone, your brother was free to be with who he liked.

“Sure, I’ll leave a word when I see him. Tell me if anything comes up, and now I’ll get going! Bye Hanni!” You picked up your backpack and made the short walk to your car, ready to go home and lay on your childhood bed, which was admittedly more comfortable than the one you had in the dorm.

You text Jungwon about going to your family’s place, and the boy follows up with a thumbs-up emoji and an ‘I love you, stay safe’ text. Your boyfriend didn’t have much to say anyway, and you were starting to grow bored with the way things were going.

He probably felt the same way and you couldn’t blame him when you couldn’t keep your mouth shut either, since you seemed to be the only one exerting effort at this point. He might even find you annoying now but didn’t have the heart to tell you because he was just that nice.

“Breaking up is honestly super tempting right now and I honestly can’t stand it anymore! It’s driving me mad, Jake” You whine as you stop at the intersection that leads into your neighborhood.

You didn’t mean to rub it in or anything, but you did live in a wealthier part of town, which explained the long drive home, and you were so glad to see the familiar area after a stressful trip. It just so happened that halfway through the drive, your poor brother had to endure fifteen minutes of your rambling like some counselor even though he simply just wanted to check up on you.

“Y/n, just break up with him then, simple. It’s been months since you started telling me about how bad it’s getting, and honestly, I’m horrified to hear about what else is to come once you get here. I love you so much, really I do, but this boy is full of empty promises and lies,” Jake sighs. The light turns green and you finally drive into your street, completely forgetting you were on the phone.

“Fuck don’t ignore me like that, I know how much you both liked your sweet puppy love phase, but get a grip Y/n. Jungwon is draining you, and he’s probably just as tired as you are. It’s time to stop hanging on that year you both had,” You pull into your driveway and click your tongue. Your brother was right, but you hated the thought of not having Jungwon around anymore. It was all easier said than done, especially when you felt incomplete without him.

“I see your ass in the driveway, mom and dad went out to get food so you have a fuck ton of explaining to do.” You see Jake in the window and laugh before honking at him, scaring the living daylights out of him in the process.

“I’ll be in, like five. Let me get my bag ok? And tell Layla I’m here, I missed her.” You turn the engine off and grab your bag from the back, a wave of comfort and warmth washing over your form as you look at the house.

“Anyways, I kind of want to break up with him because I think he’s tired of me and maybe I did become quite annoying. Unless I’m invalidating my feelings and gaslighting myself into thinking I’m the problem,” You go on.

At this point, it was past dinner time and you and Jake were in your room, dressed for bed and still talking about your problems. Poor Layla looked ready to curl up beside you and sleep but was forced to stay awake because of how miserable you were over some boy.

Jake grimaced and set down a makeshift bed for the poor dog to lie on before turning to look at you with a concerned expression. “I think the latter, but you can be the judge of that. Now-” Jake was cut off by your phone chiming and you turn to look at who on earth was texting you at one in the morning.

Your face turns pale as you look at the screen, and this automatically worries Jake, but his expression immediately hardens as he knows who it could be from. “It’s from him isn’t it?” You nod slowly, the tears starting to fall from your eyes, dripping down your cheeks and onto the comforter you were on.

From: Woniee🐈

I think we need to break up. This relationship is holding me back and it’s starting to feel like a chore, I’m sorry I couldn’t do enough for you Y/n. I started to grow bored and you irritated me to no end, I don’t even think we would work even if we tried. This is my last goodbye to you, I’m sorry again that it had to end this way but I’m still young and feel like I’m not ready for something as serious as this.

You showed Jake the message, only then realizing that your number was also blocked, preventing you from saying anything more. You were shocked, your mouth hanging wide open as sobs started to come out. A year, a year went to waste with the person you thought would understand you best, the person you thought would hold your heart close to his, only for him to break it. The person who did the most and still managed to disappoint you.

Jake held you close and you cried into his chest, Layla was suddenly on the bed licking your face and the world fell still at that exact moment. The moment you vowed to never trust anyone with your heart ever again.

You were a mess the rest of the semester following the text, crying on the couch the entire weekend as Jake tried to console you, along with your oldest brother, but nothing worked. You did go to class as normal, but you completely shut everyone out and limited socializing to only your family and roommate until after finals.

Your break was coming up, and you were honestly relieved, to say the least. Hanni was on the other side of the room getting ready to go home to see her family as well, packing up everything on her side in the process, but then you hear her huff as a pillow hits your head, interrupting the silence that was shared.

“What the fuck Pham?” You whined, taking the pillow and hugging it. Hanni plants herself on the spot next to you, you look at her with a frown as she laughs.

“I’m gonna miss you roomie, but I’ll visit you often next year. Now stop frowning, Jungwon was an idiot for breaking up with you. How you managed to get through the rest of the semester, I will never know, but you should go put yourself out there again! There’s bound to be another guy ready to treat you better, so stop moping ok? I know it’ll be hard, but I promise it’s not that bad. Have a bit of fun with it,” You pout at Hanni’s words.

She was right, but the breakup over text fiasco left you traumatized. Jungwon wasn’t the best boyfriend, and you both had your moments, but you weren’t ready to trust someone again just yet. What if it ends the same way, or even worse? What if you were too boring? Questions swirl through your mind but Hanni snaps you out of it.

“Hey, take it easy. Let’s hang out over break, just us girls showing Jungwon what he’s missing out on! Can you believe he left you? You’re a gem Y/n, a lot more people want you than you think. Now hurry up and pack the rest of your things!” You take in Hanni’s words and nod.

It would be hard, but taking baby steps and meeting new people wouldn’t hurt. No rushing into serious connections just yet.

When you got home that day, you were happy enough to lay on your bed once again, all worries and concerns gone for the next few months. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door and see Jake walking in. You raise your eyebrow at him and Jake chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I was wondering if maybe we can hang out? Like all of your friends and mine,” Jake looks down and plays with his fingers nervously. You were confused by his proposal but urged him to continue.

“Look, I like Hanni and Sunghoon has a huge crush on Wonyoung. Can you at least help us? Please? Look, I’ll take you shopping and even buy you food if I have to,” Your brother sounded like he was pleading almost so you really couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Jake it’s ok, I’ll take you up on the shopping, now give me a date so I can tell the girls.” You smiled softly. Jake punches the air and you laugh at his antics, you knew Hanni also had the biggest crush on him so setting them up would be a breeze. Wonyoung was a mystery you had yet to uncover though.

“I barely know your friends though, like I’ve seen Heeseung but who the hell is Sunghoon and how does he know about Wony?” Jake lies down beside you on the bed and opens his phone, showing you a picture of him and two other guys.

Jake then starts pointing out the two new faces to you. The lean and prince-looking one was Sunghoon and the broader, expensive-looking guy was named Jay. You couldn’t help but pay much more attention to Jay, he was really attractive and you wanted to get to know him.

“Anyways, they’re the two new people in my frat. They’re super cool and like-” “Are you gonna bring Jay?” You cut him off mid-sentence, still in awe at Jay. Jake’s brows knit and he rolls his eyes at you whilst you stick your tongue out at him.

“What happened to not dating? Come on Y/n, be serious,” You slap Jake’s face jokingly, the male shouting from beside you. You didn’t want to get your heart broken again, but putting yourself out there wouldn’t hurt, as long as it didn’t get too serious, you were going to be ok.

“Shut up, it’s not like it’s gonna be a super serious thing just yet. Jay looks hot ok, I just wanna get to know him, have a little fun and get a bit of attention again,” You were ass at lying, so Jake could only laugh at you.

“I trust you with him, Jay’s a very reserved guy if that’s important to you. He’s also super single because he’s waiting for the right person,” Jake smirks at you.

Reserved? Waiting for the right person? On top of all that he’s cute and your brother trusts him with you? It sounded too good to be true. You were happy for a moment, but doubts started to cloud your mind once again. He sounded like a good guy, but how long until he becomes like Jungwon and gets bored of you? It was starting to scare you again.

“Jake, I don’t know-” Your brother gives you a serious look and sits up.

“I hope you understand that he’s not Jungwon, Y/n. Not all relationships are going to be like your last unless you try to take that leap. I promise you, he’s not a bad guy. Like, if he hurts you, I’ll hurt him because you mean a lot to me” You nod at Jake, finally thinking positively and securely. Not everyone is going to be like Jungwon, you knew that, but your memories and feelings for the boy held you back.

“Now, how does nineteenth sound?” Jake asks. You text your friends, immediately getting the green light from the three of them, Hanni sounding the most excited.

“Perfect, and your girlfriend is just as excited as you are,” Jake’s face turns into a deep red before he runs out of your room in embarrassment, yelling something along the lines of planning the perfect outfit. You guessed it was probably to impress Hanni anyway, so you didn’t question him.

The silence of your room welcomes you once again and you are back into your thoughts. Jay sounded like a guy who would take someone seriously, maybe it’s just what you needed because guys your age didn’t have that much to go off of.

He was Jake approved, and you told yourself that a million times, only because Jake hadn’t approved of anyone else but Jay. Jungwon could get past your parents and oldest brother, but not Jake, so it was an odd situation to be in.

“I’ll figure it out later, right now, I need to sleep.” You put your phone off to the side and close your eyes. Hopefully, you’ll be able to figure everything out once the nineteenth rolls around, both Jake and Hanni did say similar things, so maybe those two had a point. ‘No wonder they like each other, they’re the same person,’ you thought as the sleep took over.

Two days had passed and the dreaded day had rolled around much quicker than you had anticipated. As you put on light makeup, your friends are in the background screaming at each other throughout the entirety of your Facetime call because you all decided that it was a good idea to get ready together.

“Hanni, it’s Jake! He’s like Y/n’s male version so you don’t need to freak out that much! Now Y/n, show us the fit. You’re the only one who didn’t show us yet!” Wonyoung whined over the phone.

“I’m wearing a gray long-sleeved, asymmetrical knit top, black skirt, and combat boots. For hair, I’m leaving it down and wavy, I don’t care much,” You say softly.

The girls suddenly burst out laughing as you put on your outfit, they didn’t seem to believe you one bit when you said you didn’t care because they knew you genuinely did care.

“Guys come on, Jay is approved by my brother! How can I not care? I know I’m still scared because of the whole Jungwon fiasco but can you blame me?” Your friends hum in agreement until you hear the door behind you open.

“Y/n— Are you calling your friends right now? We’re leaving in a minute because Jay’s driving so hurry your ass up will you. Also hi Hanni! Hi Wony and Minji,” Jake grins stupidly. You roll your eyes at your brother for obviously singling Hanni out and tell your friends that you were going to see them in a bit.

“Bye, Y/n! Have fun looking at your new boy toy driving, already a huge upgrade from Jungwon!” Wonyoung laughs. You end the Facetime call with a roll of your eyes before turning to look at Jake with an eyebrow raised. Jake puts his hands up defensively before you both hear a car honking outside.

“Jay’s here, grab your bag, and let’s go!” You huff as Jake rushes you, he was practically itching to see his crush, and embarrassingly enough, you too were excited to meet Jay and Sunghoon.

With your bag in hand, along with your phone, you finally follow Jake outside and see a Range Rover of the latest model in black. Damn, Jay was in a different league that was for sure.

Jake opens the door for you as you head in. You see Heeseung riding shotgun and Sunghoon in the back smiling at you. “Y/n! So happy to see you again, I think this is your first time meeting Jay and Sunghoon,” Heeseung says from the front.

You squeeze in the center comfortably and nod. Sunghoon was cute, he greeted you politely and was very friendly, but when your eyes met Jay’s, you suddenly became quite flustered. He held a sharp gaze, the watch on his wrist not helping you in the slightest.

“The shopping center downtown right?” Jake nods at Jay’s words, his voice causing you to flush. You prayed to whoever was up there that you would at least survive the day because the tension in the car with him was enough to drive you nuts.

“So Y/n, how’s that thing with Jungwon?” You freeze up when Heeseung suddenly brings up your ex, but you forgot not everyone knew about the devastating breakup over text.

“We broke up over text...” You reply awkwardly. Heeseung gasps as your brother face palms, he knew better than anyone not to bring up Jungwon during the time you were still trying to move on.

“Hee, give her a break. Sounds like it must’ve been rough, sorry about that. He seems like a shitty boyfriend, breaking up with you over text? Are you sure this isn’t a sitcom Y/n?” Jay speaks up as he looks at you from the rearview mirror. You feel your cheeks heat up slightly, nodding in embarrassment, but for some reason, you were shocked at Jay’s words.

Wow, he did describe Jungwon in a way you wouldn’t ever dare to. His bluntness snapped you right back to reality and you could hear Sunghoon chuckle from beside you. “What’s so funny Sunghoon?” You raise a brow at the boy.

“Jay hasn’t gotten this worked up over anything in a while, it’s crazy that he’s already scrutinizing your ex based on how you broke up,” Sunghoon explains. Jay glares at him and huffs, looking so done and just ready to explain himself.

“Listen, in my personal opinion, I think breaking up with a long-term partner over text is stupid and a cowardly move. There were so many other ways he could have gone about it but over text? At least call or something instead, it’s super disrespectful towards your partner to leave them hanging without proper closure.” Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets upon hearing the reason behind his agitation.

So far, Jay was seriously proving you wrong the more he opened his mouth to say something, but you still weren’t ready because what if he’s even worse? The feeling still lingers and it’s almost like the ghost of your ex is not letting you go just yet.

“Jay’s right, I thought you both had something to be fair. Seeing how puppy love was just a phase makes me think I was quite wrong, you deserve better. Like Jay here for example! He’s very single and is looking for the right person, which could be you.” Heeseung jokingly says.

You notice Jay’s ears turn red as he pulls into the shopping center. The car was suddenly filled with an awkward silence, and everyone was stunned at the oldest’s proposition. You and Jay just met, what was he on about you being his possible partner? It was crazy.

After Jay had parked his car, you all made your way toward your designated meeting spot. You could see Jake and Sunghoon freeze up upon seeing Hanni and Wonyoung, causing a laugh to make its way out of your throat.

“Y/n! Over here!” The girls beckoned you over as you purposely ran in their direction to tease the guys. It was a day to bring them together was it not? Yet you also took the opportunity to tease the boys as you wished. It was pretty funny to look at their reactions knowing they liked your friends.

“Hi guys, these are my dogs, Jake and Heeseung. The newbies are Sunghoon and, Jay” You say with a pause. Your friends squeal wildly at the mention of Jay’s name, shoving you with their elbows as you all laugh.

“Sunghoon’s kinda cute actually, is he single by any chance?” Wonyoung smirks, eyeing the male up and down. You giggle and nod, your friend had no idea that the said boy was here for her, which made your job of setting them up much easier.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll know in a bit. For now, let’s all focus on having fun today shall we?” You sling your hand over Hanni’s shoulder, not noticing Jay’s intense stare at your form. Jake and Sunghoon notice the action, causing the two of them to nudge the boy playfully.

“Bro, go shoot your shot. There’s very much tension between the two of you, I hope you know that” Jake laughs. Jay shakes his head at his words softly, there was no way he was going to overstep a boundary, even if it was Jake himself encouraging it.

You notice the boys talking amongst themselves but decide to shrug it off, they were probably planning their moves on your friends, but how do you tell them that they didn’t even need to try that much? They all seemed to like each other after all.

Between Sunghoon and Jake’s continuous pestering, Jay had felt your gaze on them, causing his cheeks to grow hot. You were really pretty, and that goes without saying, but you had just gotten out of something long-term.

The time needed to heal you first, or at least that’s what he thought, since his mom had always taught him to be patient with the ones he loved or cared about.

“Give her time guys, I don’t think I can just rush in like that. Y/n came out of a slightly traumatizing event, so if you jump right in, it will only push the person away further. I should be friends with her at most while we’re still getting to know each other,” Jay makes eye contact with you and notices how you quickly avoid his eyes.

The day had gone by quite smoothly since then, each of you dispersing into little pairs after a while because your friends couldn’t seem to help themselves, which is what lead you to where you were now. In a store, with Jay, picking out clothes for him to try on. You had nothing better to do anyway, so why not style your brother’s hot friend, even though Jay himself already had impeccable fashion taste?

You bite your lip as you focus on the outfit, imagining what it would look like on Jay and how you could coordinate everything. Jay thought it was cute how much thought you had decided to put in when you were only doing this for fun, so he ultimately decided to buy the outfit once he was done trying it on.

“Here, sorry I took so long. I haven’t styled anyone since my ex and my older brother, so this is the best you’re gonna get for now,” You handed him the items in your arms and pushed him toward the fitting rooms, eager to see how well you did.

“It’s no problem because you did put the time and effort into styling me, I might go ahead and buy it if it does end up looking good,” Jay smiles at you softly. He was sweet, you had to be honest. It wasn’t like Jungwon had noticed you putting effort into styling him so a little acknowledgment made your heart swell.

“You don’t have to, I kind of play around with it. I bet you will look good since you seem like you’d look good in anything” You admit shyly.

Jay was fun to be around, even if it was your first time meeting, you already felt as if you had known the boy for a while. All around Jay was just considerate and one of the best people you could’ve ever met.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me go try this on now, otherwise, I’d be too distracted looking into your eyes. Give me a minute and I’ll show you how it looks,” You nod as Jay closes the curtain, only then taking in what he had said to you. He was not being serious but was smooth with how he flirted with you.

A minute had gone by and you heard Jay call your name, so you made your way over, only to find your heart nearly falling out of your ass the moment you saw him. He looked, good, great even, and you couldn’t help but stare.

Jay adorned a black sleeveless shirt underneath a black denim jacket, adding detail by buttoning the bottom of it, and black jeans. It was a really simple outfit, but you had to admit, he did tie the whole look together.

“How does it look? I think you did well honestly, I’d buy the entire outfit right now. Let me go change so we can go meet up with the others” Jay smiles. You were amazing at what you did, it impressed him how you were able to pull such an outfit together in just a few minutes.

“I think it looks great, I’m flattered you like it so much that you’d actually buy it right now. Maybe I can style you again if there is a next time?” You reply shyly. You couldn’t meet Jay’s eyes because he looked that good.

From that moment on, Jay made it his mission to heal your heart and prove to you that you deserved a second chance at being treated better. He had come to your house quite often and taken you out a few times, so much to the point that everyone around you started noticing that you both were almost always with each other.

“You know what, this is the happiest I’ve seen you. Your relationship with Jungwon started to strain and you had become more dull and miserable, but being around Jay gave you a new kind of glow for some reason,” Minji quips. You tilt your head in confusion, you liked his company but you hadn’t noticed any other changes.

“He’s great, but I’m still hesitant. You know how I am, like I get he’s not Jungwon, but who knows how everything would play out in the long run?” You say sadly. Jay was amazing, he respected your wishes not to have a relationship, but still treated you well or in his words, ‘courting’, something people don’t do much these days.

He was attentive, took care of you well, and would always be there for you no matter what. He truly was the real definition of being ‘one call away’. This was all so new to you, even being courted was something totally out of the ordinary.

“Y/n, he’s courting you. Not enough people willingly do that these days, so you have the guy wrapped around your finger. He’s patiently waiting for an answer from you, like do you remember everything you’ve told us?” Wonyoung huffs out from above you as she was doing your hair.

It was girl’s night and you had decided to bring up your worries and updates to your friends, but you had forgotten the fact that you had also told them about your escapades with Jay. From where you would go to what you did, down to the time he took you home, and if Jake truly did approve of him.

“Did Jungwon ever actually think about how you felt in a certain situation? You know besides you telling him it’s ok and all? Usually being together with someone for over a year would allow you to read them better, but Jungwon barely knew your little habits. Hanni took them in after a month of knowing you, which is concerning. Now on to Jay, what did he say that one time?” Minji snaps her fingers and you instantly knew what she was talking about.

You came home one day and had gone the whole day without eating. You were out with your parents and they hadn’t considered if you were hungry or not since they were busy and had already eaten, so when you got home, you quietly slipped next to Jay in the living room after seeing the guys watching a movie.

“Hey, you’re home. How was spending the day with your parents?” Jay whispers from beside you. You shrug and he gives you a look that encourages you to tell him more.

“I hadn’t eaten anything, but honestly it’s ok now since I’m not hungry at all…” You trail off. Jay shakes his head and takes his phone out, but you go over to stop him. He shouldn’t spend anything on you, and you already told him weren’t hungry so you felt as if you were only hassling him.

“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” You see your favorite restaurant on the delivery app on his phone and blush. He remembered your favorite restaurant and order? That was sweet of him.

“No it’s ok I can manage,” You pretend not to see him already inputting the order and paying for it, but you still couldn’t help it when your stomach growled loudly. Jay raises a brow at you as you chuckle awkwardly.

“I’m getting you food, I know you’re hungry” Jay laughs. You hit his shoulder but thank him gratefully for even thinking of you, it was a small gesture but it meant a lot.

“How about that time he got you flowers for no reason?” Hanni says while laughing. You roll your eyes, she was the first person you had freaked out to over the phone because Jay had gotten you a bouquet of roses on a random Thursday with Jake.

“What’s this?” You ask as Jay sets down a bunch of fresh roses wrapped in brown paper on the counter in front of you. Jake and Jay had just gotten back from grocery shopping for your mom and then Jay comes back with flowers, of course, you would be confused.

“I got you flowers because we saw them on the way out.” Jay started taking out the groceries from the bags as Jake walked in with the last batch from the car. You flick your brother’s forehead, but the older male could only smirk and laugh at you.

“Why? There’s no occasion,” You try to excuse, but you couldn’t hide how flustered you were. Jay thought of you while they were out? He did mean it when he said he wanted to treat you better.

“Can I not get you flowers even if there’s no occasion? Y/n, you don’t need to ask or have a reason to receive flowers, I hope you know that. I’m surprised this hadn’t been done for you more often than not” Jay’s back was still turned toward you, which you were thankful for because you probably looked like a tomato at that moment.

That night poor Hanni had to endure an earful from you, just because Jay was a great guy who treated you the way you deserved. Thinking back at those moments, you could only see the good in Jay, so you wanted your friends’ approval. He was already brother and parent-approved so that only left your best friends.

“Well, do you guys think I should finally give him an answer? It’s been a few months, and even if I am scared, I can’t let this chance go.” Wonyoung finishes up your hair and pats your head, signaling her answer. You look at the others, who only grin at you and you laugh.

“Y/n, he’s been a green flag since the beginning. It’s a good opportunity knowing he’s the type that’s ready to settle down,” Hanni also brings up.

Jake had always emphasized that Jay was a date-to-marry and long-term relationship kind of guy, which makes sense as to why you were one of the first people he had ever been serious with when it came to dating.

“You guys are always the best, I’m glad everyone around me approves. I mean, I won’t know until I try right?” Minji hugs you and you sigh in content.

You were finally moving on, you were finally healing. It felt fulfilling in a sense, and knowing you were finally starting a new chapter with a great person, you felt as though your life was finally turning out for the better.

After a chaotic girls’ night, you had called up Jay to meet you at your favorite cafe that the two of you frequented. You were quite nervous, to say the least, but you were ready to take this huge step of moving on with the person who treated you right.

You hear the bell of the cafe chime, and you finally see the person you were expecting. Jay walked in, his hair down in its usual state, and in a black and white outfit. Your heart raced at how good he looked, he always did look his best whenever he came to see you, and you always appreciated the effort.

Jay spots you and walks over with a wide smile. He was always so damn charming, you couldn’t believe he was all yours. He pulls out the seat in front of you and plops on it, his attention fully on you. ‘Attentive as always, I don’t deserve you,’ you thought.

“You wanted to talk?” Jay finally breathes out. You nod and take his hands in yours, you were going to tell him how you finally felt because he deserved an answer. He had already done so much for you, the least you could do was show him that all his efforts were finally paying off.

“I think I’m ready to give you my answer. The past few months you had decided to court me and I’m thankful you were patient enough to wait for my answer. You’ve proved to me that relationships aren’t limited to how I and my ex went about ours and that if a guy wanted to do something, he would. So my answer is yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, Jay.” You look up at him, only to see Jay suddenly grinning like an idiot.

He was elated, he finally got the answer he was waiting for and you saying yes only made it a hundred times better. Jay knew how much your last relationship had affected you, so he only made it a point to court you, knowing you weren’t ready for a commitment just yet. He wanted you to be ready for him to love you and treat you the way you deserved, so he didn’t push it and waited for you to come around on your own, which you did.

“You have no idea how happy and relieved I am to hear you say that. Y/n, I’m so glad you gave me the chance to really love you and care for you. I’m glad you gave me the chance to prove myself to you. I promise I will not hurt you in any way at all, and I promise to be as communicative as possible with my feelings so that you don’t end up in the dark. I want you to know everything because you deserve it,” Jay breathes out, not breaking his gaze on you.

“Jay, you’re amazing. I don’t know what else to say. The past few months I’d been so scared to love again, to give a relationship another chance, but you’ve proved me wrong and even waited for me to be ready. You don’t understand how much that means to me,” You continue to fidget with his hands, but then he suddenly takes yours and places a kiss on your knuckle.

You blush at the action, you weren’t used to feeling or receiving this kind of affection since it had been quite some time, but with Jay, you weren’t afraid of anything, because you trusted him as much as he trusted you.

Needless to say, even months after you had given Jay an answer, he remained the same and still acted like he was courting you. The only difference? He was finally your boyfriend and you were finally his girlfriend. You felt how serious he was about you when he had even introduced you to his parents, and they were just as lovely as their son was.

“Mom wants to go shopping with us on her birthday this weekend, I told her I would take her on a birthday date but she insisted you come along. She really loves you that much already,” Jay chuckles as he walks into your room, fresh out of the shower. You laugh, his mom was the sweetest person, and you finally understand where your boyfriend gets it from.

“I’m totally down if she’d like, but you’re not getting me anything ok? You already spoil me enough and I don’t want you to spend too much–” You squeal as you felt Jay’s arms around you, the two of you falling flat on the bed.

Before you two could move from your position, you heard a knock at your door. It was Jake, and you immediately pull away from Jay once you see him, still flustered and embarrassed from Jay’s previous action. “Hey, if you two are going to be in the house, at least have some decency while I’m here!” Your brother whines.

You laugh and see him let Layla in the room. She had been with Jake the whole day, so you and your siblings usually took turns spending time with the dog. You were the sibling in Layla’s night shift, meaning you had to take Layla in for the night since she liked sleeping in your room.

You thank Jake for letting Layla in and bid your brother goodnight. Once the door closed, you looked over to see your boyfriend on the floor with Layla on her back.

“Hey, that’s literally my dog! Layla, you can’t just steal my boyfriend like that, and Jay you can’t just do that to my child!” You joke. They looked perfect, and suddenly you start to imagine what your little family with Jay would look like.

Jay was the perfect partner to settle with, after all, he was caring and dependable, but also super honest and was not afraid to show or express how he felt. He just knew whenever you weren’t up to do something, or if something was bothering you.

“Is something wrong?” Jay noticed that were more quiet than usual today because you almost always told him about your day. He noticed how your smile hadn’t reached your eyes and how you were fidgeting with your fingers more.

“It’s nothing” You try to brush it off, but truthfully, you weren’t doing well. You just didn’t have the strength to let him know or the strength to explain how you felt, all you wanted to do was rest and go to sleep.

“Y/n, you can tell me anything ok? Be as open as you want to be, I’m always here for you and will not judge you no matter what. If you don’t have the energy to tell me, it’s ok. Just rest here” You feel his arms being wrapped around you as he strokes your hair. The action was small but it had helped you ease up a lot.

“It’s hard Jay, I don’t know how to deal with everything. I don’t have the energy to really stress over anything right now,” You whisper softly. Jay rocks you back and forth, still playing with your hair as he places kisses on your forehead.

“Whatever it is you’re going through, I hope you know that I’m proud enough that you decide to wake up every day and do everything with a smile, even if the world has wronged you. You’re so brave and amazing Y/n, please do not ever doubt yourself” Jay replies.

“Jay, you don’t understand how much your words have helped me” You kiss him softly. You felt so lucky to have him, he was beyond the best partner you had ever been blessed with.

“Jay, could I ask you something?” You say suddenly. The two of you were at his parent’s place since Jay had decided to take you to his dad’s resort in Brunei as a gift for your four-month anniversary.

“Mhm?” He hummed, putting down a plate of food on the coffee table in the living room, and sitting next to you on the couch.

“Why haven’t we said I love you to each other at any point in our relationship just yet? The others have asked me about it, but I just can’t come up with an answer to get them to leave me alone,” you whine. Jay laughs and kisses your cheek gently.

“Tell them that saying I love you isn’t easy when it comes to us, you haven’t said it either so we’re simply making sure that I can say it when the time is right. It’s not that I don’t or anything, but those words aren’t exactly an easy thing to just pop out there. The time will come when we can both say it meaningfully. Right now, we are still early into our relationship and have a lot to learn, I hope you understand where I’m coming from” he tells you.

It wasn’t that hard to understand what he meant. Jay had always been more careful, even if he didn’t say I love you, he still affirmed you and expressed his love for you in his actions.

Loving someone still came in many forms, so the words I love you could wait because they should come from a place where you both fully understand and can comprehend how meaningful the three words are.

“I honestly think the same way, in a sense, I’m glad you’re honest about how you feel because I’ve been in a place wherein I was pressured into doing the action just because it was normal for everyone else, but not all of us are the same. Thank you, Jay, you’re always the best with words.” Jay hugs you and you both sigh in content.

He wanted to treat you better, and he did. He wanted to show you better, and he expressed it in the best way possible.

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Hi Storm!! This has been on my mind so I thought I would send in an ask. Idk if you are a swiftie, but I am. Taylor has a new album coming out next month (crossing my fingers that PJM1 doesn’t drop the same weekend because I want Jimin to have his own moment) but onto my point…

There was a major uproar from fans after the speculated that this album would have even more queer undertones and a possible “coming out” from her with Midnights. And there was even a Rolling Stone article talking about her rumored queerness which brought a huge twitter controversy and a shit ton of homophobia. I hate that people are assuming that she will come out with this album release or pressuring her too, I really hated even more that people were so homophobic adamant that Taylor is straight. The homophobia and heteronormativity extends beyond the BTS fandom into other huge fandoms too. It really made me mad and sad. And I’m sure Taylor is aware of both sides of her fandom.

Idk what my real point to this is other than this is a huge patriarchal society problem clearly. The way some swifties dismiss any possibility of her being apart of the LGBTQIA+ community is giving the same energy that the members of BTS receives when someone speculates that *cough Jikook* could be in a romantic relationship and it’s disgusting. This is why pressuring anyone, especially those in the spotlight, to come out is never okay.

Hi! So I do really enjoy lots of Taylor's Music. But I am generally not involved in the fandom nor do I keep track of what goes on with her. I just enjoy the music when it drops. I do have friends who are Swifties though and you best believe my bestie will be getting a call asking why they didn't share their fandom drama with me this time. Lol

Honestly though, I did go look this all up and read through some threads and see reactions to things etc and wow. Yeah, there is a lot of uncomfy discourse happening. I don't know Taylor enough or about everything to honestly give my own opinions over it all though. I don't feel informed enough. Sorry!

I will say that the Bi colors show up alot around Taylor though that I've seen. Her lyrics has raised my own eyebrows here and there on occasion but can also be easily brushed off at times too. So again, I don't know enough. I know she writes all her own stuff though I'm pretty sure and is huge on Easter eggs and clues and hints etc. And there are so many queer coded hints that I've seen and I wouldn't even consider myself part of her fandom. But again, who knows. This music video DOES exist though lol

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And yeah, hardcore ally all day. I love it. But the gay song during pride month and she did it with Bi colored hair? 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

I don't know anything about her upcoming album release though honestly. But no one can force someone out and no one can assume someone's sexuality. So the people insisting she has to be straight aren't in the right. She has the right to her own privacy though as well. She doesn't HAVE to say anything to anyone about anything either. I do think there is a difference between assuming she might be coming out vs pressuring her to come out too. Talking about the queer undertones in her music and gay fans being excited about it, relating to it and wondering if this means she might say something diffinitive about it now. Isn't the same as insisting she say something about it or come out. I'm sure there are people doing both because fandoms can suck sometimes, but don't downplay every queer fan for hoping for a more queer album or maybe a coming out as them insisting she do so either.

But again, I don't know enough so Idk how much I can really say! All I know is that she seems happy in her relationship, my hardcore swiftie bestie tells me she is and that she has been throwing herself into these latest albums. So I just hope she stays happy and enjoys her life to the fullest and if nothing else, I hope she is a good ally.

Sorry fandom drama and homophobia is everywhere anon. That's nothing new 🥺

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I’m actually sick of everyone on Twitter complaining about Carlos getting a penalty.

Like he got it and yeah it sucks that it wasn’t due to his own fault, but he’s got a fast car that’s been top 2 almost all weekend. And he’s starting p12, not in the pit lane. A podium is very much on the books for him if Ferrari doesn’t screw up his strategy

But not giving him a penalty would have disadvantaged the 19 other drivers who don’t have new parts. While people are saying they would support him not getting a penalty right now, if hadn’t gotten it and they saw the Ferrari pace they’d be advocating for a penalty and calling it unfair

I think it’s tough.

At the end of the day, for me the only reason I would be supporting him not getting a penalty is because F1 essentially failed in its obligation to provide him a safe workplace environment. I think the fact that what happened was unfair to him and unsafe for him (and really for all the drivers because it could have been anyone), should trump the advantage in the race.

I think the teams are all out for themselves, and it’s true they probably would have complained when they saw he had pace. BUT, when it was free for them give their opinion, they chose to say they’d have supported an exception (except we know whom). As did the drivers, and they’re the ones who really understand the gravity of the danger that Carlos was in.

I just think that what F1 failed to do is bigger than the race in this particular instance.

And let them deal with all the teams botching when they saw his pace lol they deserve it

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arranged marriage fest - fic reveals season 1

Tolerate it. by ghostyue [link] 34.8k Words | Completed | Explicit

“i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.”

Jeongguk dares to dream of having flowers at his wedding, but perhaps investing in music, the banquet, or the tiger lilies isn't worth sacrificing the little fragment of his wishes for a man who only sees obligation, while Jeongguk sees a dream.

What will happen once Taehyung realizes that love has slipped through his fingers? It might be too late.

L'appel du Vide by Karla24WinTaeBear [link] 25k Words | Completed | Explicit

Mayor Jungkook meets idol Taehyung at a concert and he strikes up a bargain for an arranged marriage. Taehyung’s recent show flopped because of his disastrous reputation, so Taehyung agreed because the union would help clean up his reputation. He doesn't know that Jungkook is only doing it to get revenge on Taehyung's family and that the mayor is actually a mafia boss.

Learn to Love Me (And I’ll Love You) by mlevy673 [link] 23.8k Words | Completed | Teen and Up

“I picked up the rings yesterday. I’m going to propose some time after your heat.”

Jeongguk smiles. “Okay. Make it special.”

“I thought you said it’s okay if I didn’t do it at a special place?”

“The place doesn’t matter. Just make it special. Don’t be like, ‘Oh yeah, here are the rings. So, I guess we’re engaged now, huh.’ Make it memorable.”

“Well, if I do it in a way that you don’t like, then it’ll be memorable too. You’ll always remember how I nonchalantly just pulled out the rings and handed one to you—”

“Don’t even think about it. I’ll call off the wedding.”

Teeth and Claws and Poisoned Darts (You Suck! I'll Blow) by NaymeeTR76 [link] 20.7k Words | Completed | Mature

Jungkook is a Pack Alpha without a Luna. Taehyung is a strong independant Omega hunter who would rather take out a rabid bear than play house as the good little mate. The trouble is that both their packs need an alliance and quite frankly, Taehyung thinks most of the other Alphas he's met smell really bad.

Together they forge an understanding and friendship that helps them save both their packs from an uncertain future.

even in the darkness we see is so beautiful by ploutons [link] 12.6k Words | Completed | Explicit

If someone were to ask Jeon Jeongguk what is the deal between him and a certain bloodsucker, he can probably conjure an essay on the spot to prove his extraordinary points.

Love me Right by sultrykookv [link] 5.7k Words | Completed | Explicit

Taehyung doesn't want to give up on his marriage to Jungkook but sometimes, waiting for someone can become quite exhausting.

Emit Relevart by Kihoooo [link] 5.3k Words | Completed | General Audience

Taehyung is a time-traveler who can’t control his ability. One day, he ends up in a distant time and is mistaken for Prince’s fiancé. Jungkook the prince, is fine with it but his fiancée was constantly trying to get out of it which makes them believe that Tae was his betrothed.

Their start wasn’t the best but they were actually falling in love with one another… but this past can’t last forever because time will always change..

the lost myth of true love by littleheichou [link] 13.8k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Fed up with their spoilt brat of a son ending up at the top of every tabloid magazine, internet article and trending page, drunk and faded after another weekend partying, Jungkook’s parents present him with an ultimatum. If he refuses, they’ll cut his finances off completely.

or: Jungkook doesn't believe in love. Taehyung doesn't believe in loving anyone else.

Heir Hearts by Kibb (Pemobrooke330) [link] 10.5k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Jeon Jungkook is a rich boy with a fast life. He's brilliant but reluctant to face his potential.

Kim Taehyung is hardworking and aims to be the best. With a tender heart, he lives a lonely life.

So when the two of them are told they will have to marry each other for the sake of their respective family businesses, they sign a deal they didn't expect would take them to places their hearts have never been to before.

Is learning to love apart of this deal?

Yours by LizG [link] 7.7k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

They met by chance. And by chance the Gods decided to give them a present. Well, one God in particular. One with a penchant for mischief and a good time named Yoongi who was asked by the spirits to grant their grandson true love as a present. So when Taehyung - a Fossegrim - and Jungkook - a human prince - wake up after a night together during Samhain with matching marks along their hearts and no choice but to get married or turn to stone they choose to wed. Their arrangement is strange but not unwelcome as the two explore the sparks between them even further and fall even more in love than they did through that magical dance they shared at the ball.

Despite this, things aren't all magical and happy as Jungkook has to overcome his fear of his new husband and of the Fae world itself. While before he had chosen to not interact and stick to his kind, with how sweetly Taehyung treats him it becomes easier and easier to conquer that part of himself. Even as he learns how to navigate both this new world and his own. For while its scary, its worth it if it means he gets to be this happy.

Love Not Arranged by 615btsmoonchild [link] 7.1k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Whatever Taehyung wants he gets, and what he wants is Jeon Jungkook.

Just let the curtains fall down by AngusW63 [link] 5k Words | Ongoing | Mature

A glorified marriage. A hostage dressed in silk and hid behind a mask. A prince in nothing but name. A man to be called by everything but his true name.

The Second Prince of Innsurtra, Junhyung, to be wedded and became the Third Prince of Frestiazen, Taehyung's consort. An object of desire. A mystery. An enigma. A threat.

Simply, a nuisance.

So why couldn't Taehyung shake off the hand holding onto his sleeve, asking him to stay until he fell asleep, voice so small a little breeze was enough to carry the words away from his grip? And Taehyung had stayed, against all his best judgment.

In the end, what would be found when the play ended? A true marriage? A huge plan? Sweet laughter like dripping honey or cruel digs of fingers around one's neck.

Could Taehyung escape a bad ending before the curtain call?

(And who was Jungkook?)

The Moon and The Venus by dtaeles [link] 3.2k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Everyone desires to love, to be loved, and to marry the love of their life. However, Jungkook’s desire ends as he looks at the man sitting across from him, the man he is getting married to. A loveless marriage.

i can’t worship anyone (but you) by sirensvk [link] 2.5k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Taehyung thought his destiny was his own until he is forced to marry for the sake of an alliance. As the next Vampire Lord, it is his duty to serve and protect the kingdom his ancestors spent centuries establishing. However, when a curse threatens to plague his people and bring the land to ruins, he finds out secrets that not even the blood moon can hide.

Where We Run by peachyvantete [link] 2.5k Words | Ongoing | No archive warnings

Taehyung's father, the king arranges a marriage for Taehyung without him knowing. After the prince's guard finds out some information, he decides to run away at night to avoid getting married. On the run, he meets a few new friends and falls in love.

However, the one he falls in love with was the other prince he was supposed to marry.

In your Name by Thewritingbunny [link] 2.4k Words | Ongoing | Mature

When Kim Taehyung lost the most precious person of his life to the Jeon's family, he promised to have his revenge when he grew up, but when he came of age, he didn't expect to go through an arranged marriage hindering his plans. Forbidden to meet his future husband until their marriage day, he will met instead Jungkook, a clumsy, sheltered guest in his castle wanting to flee his life in that golden cage.

Endeared by the man, Taehyung will accept to help him, putting in motion a series of events that will led the two to grow closer and maybe, be each other confidents and heal?

The Hillbilly and the Playboy by vuduthebitch [link] 2.4k Words | Ongoing | Mature

Frustrated at their son's shenanigans, alpha Jungkook's parents marry him off to country bumpkin omega Taehyung. He finds himself captivated with the beautiful omega and tries to earn the respect of his five overprotective alpha brothers.

The distance Between Us by jkoobunny [link] 2.2k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated

Taehyung's day was perfectly fine until he got a call from the hospital. Then his world came crashing down. Maybe it will be rebuilt to be even better than before?

As the rainbow after the rain by Thewritingbunny [link] 2k Words | Ongoing | Mature

Jungkook grew up with his pretty head filled with fairy tales of strong, kind, handsome Alphas ready to love him right when it would be the moment, Taehyung grew to be the heir of the Kim family and got to travel abroad and see how different sub genders were treated. Their world, so different, are now getting on because of their arranged marriage.

Or, sweet, perfect Omega Jungkook meet kind but progressive Alpha Taehyung and sweet, fluffy chaos unfold!

A case study of a love found on the flip side by AngusW63 [link] 2.2k Words | Ongoing | Mature

It's a marriage of the century, a long-awaited union of the two most important people in society at this moment. People were happy, celebrating, singing praises of their future rulers, expressing hope for many happy days to come. The world was bustling with joy and overfilled with sheer excitement.

Or it should have been, if you weren't Taehyung, realizing that his fiance had disappeared just mere days before their wedding, leaving behind only his body and a stranger who seemed to be set on flipping his life on its axis.

It's seemed to be the only sensible course of action that Taehyung took it upon himself to figure out what had happened and how to remedy this situation without risking the lives of two nations and his own happiness.

Or, where Jungkook woke up in another world, tried to live another life and found love along the way. A husband too!

The heartless duke and his honourable beloved by ymkpuffs [link] 2.2k Words | Ongoing | Teen and Up

Taehyung’s father, who persevered to put his son on a pedestal, tries to arrange another marriage with the Duke that everyone is feared to be with.

Maybe the duke was amused with how persevering his father was to marry his son, that he agreed without hesitation but requested to meet Taehyung even before the wedding.

That’s how Taehyung ended up with the duke in his mansion, compromising their own agreement within their marriage (without any outsiders). Get to know each other more and maybe finding out that they don’t only work good together but fall in love with each other too.

The Cat With The Golden Earring by NinjasWearSneakers [link] 2.2k Words | Ongoing | General Audience

Lord Taehyung, with his fine manor and handsome face, has been the talk of the whole county for many years, particularly the fact that he’s not married yet. Then, he announces his scheme for how he will finally choose a spouse - and it’s nothing like anyone would have expected. Jungkook, who spends most of his time foraging in the woods, doesn’t even consider joining the contest for the lord’s hand in marriage.

Until he does.

(a huge thanks to @/buggs030 for helping me compile these fics!)

#fest: arranged marriage #status: fic reveals

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calypsoff2 · 2 years

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One Hundred Six.

Squinting my eyes thinking as I sat outside in the sun lounger in my bikini, the kids are playing outside in the water and the water slide I just got out for them and whatever else, they wanted their friends to come over, so I said ok, we have moved passed the incident. The have learnt that dad is not going to play with them being that way, but they have no phone now so that’s on them but it’s the weekend and they asked so I have the kiddies here; they talking about sleep over, I think not. I just find crazy how my kids are friends with the Kardashian kids, I can’t help the friends they chosen but I don’t like them birds, I mean I have every child of theirs here, the nanny is here so it’s ok, but I don’t really like them, so it sucks but here we are, let them have fun “why are you mean mugging?” Mel asked as she sat down “I know, she got shades on angry” Noella said as she sat on the other side of me “I don’t like them kids” Mel snorted laughing “I just feel like there is trouble with them, but you know what, I got to let them learn and live and they will, I know they will. Their mothers are dutty” Noella cackled “I mean we didn’t need every Kardashian child here, but they bought them all, it’s just crazy that they can’t take care of their own kids, let me stop” Noella is laughing “Rylee and North though, like them two, is a bad romance. They both fiery, mhmmm imagine when they are twenty” I gasped “I didn’t tell you, so they do that show or whatever, Kim asked and said Rylee and Tianna are so beautiful, they come to the house, but we film, can we have them in it, just for the day. It’s just North is having an event for some line, if not we can blank their faces but you know how close they are to each other. Penelope loves them, I’m like girl? Reign punched Tianna and bruised her, but they were playing around, I’m hating it all, but I can’t stop it. Tianna said she’s ok, don’t worry mom. I do worry” Mel cooed out “look at you being all motherly and being all this worried about them but like you said, you need to let them learn and live, mistakes they need to make. I mean I get it; the kids are uncontrollable. Maybe they see something we don’t” I shrugged “I have something I want to discuss” Mel touched my stomach “your body looks so good” I chuckled “but proceed” my body does look good, she’s right actually.

Watching my mother giving out drinks “does anyone know when Clinton arrived? This man has been in my home since!? Like what the fuck” Mel fell out laughing “no hear me out right, I don’t have your son in my house right, but you been in my house cooking since. What is happening!? Why haven’t I been seeing this until now” Noella is laughing, it’s funny but it’s not really either “how is this happening and why don’t I know, look at him. I mean he’s helpful, but then it’s wrong at the same time because I don’t have his son here? Doesn’t he have a home? Least tell me, you know? If he needs help but chris said he doesn’t know shit either, so what is happening?” Looking between both Mel and Noella “he came for Chris’ concert which is fine, nobody is upset about that but you’re here now? Why?” Noella keeps laughing “so look yeah, but I think Clinton and Monica are fucking” I gasped jumping up from the sun lounger “hear me out?” My mouth is hanging right now “my mother is getting dick in my house!?” I said in horror “oh my god, no” this is horrific “shut up!” Mel jumped up and sat next to me on my lounger “so when you went to the club, Mel is too busy with Herb, so she don’t see shit, I do. He came into the SUV with Monica and then junior was doing his acting out show, Clinton goes oh Chris was the same, he did all this. He was so naughty, then Monica. Turned her head but it was more like she blushes and smiled at him; she goes I can imagine. Now I get where Chris get his charm. I gagged” Mel fell on me laughing, I am in shock “Noella please, this is a joke right?” She shook her head “Robbie, I’m being deadass, they cook together, they take morning walks together. I see it all and look at her Robbie. She’s beaming, she’s happy. Her teeth are showing, they are happy” looking over at my mother, she is so light hearted “she lets off the kids, what does that tell you” I groaned out “Ella, my mother is sleeping with my father in law, oh my god” placing my hands over my face “you were busy getting dick yourself to even realise” Mel has got a point “I was, my god. Wait till Chris finds out, he’s going to be distraught” I laughed “so are you” I cringed, she’s right I am “let them live! They are. Happy! Are they not” pulling a face “but Mel, in my home? So all this time, he’s been at events and Chris has been saying I didn’t invite you so why are you here, it’s all coming together now. Wow” my mother getting dick, I am a little distraught “why now? After dad died? You think she was waiting on him to change? You think she loved him?” Mel shrugged “bit weird though, looks it doesn’t it?” Nodding my head, I can’t believe this “but confirm it!! Don’t be jumping to conclusions, she may just use him for dick, like you with Chris” I gasped hitting Noella, this bitch, how could she “you know damn well” she shook her head laughing “I am joking with you, I know you both love each still” rolling my eyes.

Now that thought is planted in my head, I need answers. I am watching them two so intently right now, I can’t believe this at all. Making my way to the kitchen, Clinton is outside so I will go and follow my mother. Chris has called me, but I will call him back after. I need to find out details about this “mom” I said “mommy” my mother smiled at me; she is smiling too much “yes baby” I can’t believe this “why is Clinton here still? Is everything ok with him?” I asked “he is here to spend time with the grandchildren” nodding my head “right, right. Where does he sleep then?” My mother laughed “in a bedroom Robbie, why are you asking?” looking around the kitchen “well I am just asking, he has been here, and I had no idea” Chris is calling again “I need to take this” answering the call “hello” walking off “ignoring my calls now?” rolling my eyes “I am doing something, but is everything ok?” making my way to the living room “just need your advice” I cooed out “that is ok, I am listening” sitting down on the couch “Imani, why aren’t you playing outside?” I asked her “they are being too loud, and I don’t like it so I sit here” nodding my head, she is happy with her own company “so I am going New York, Jay Brown has asked me to come, but they want me to tour with Tyga? He’s doing a tour, but I disagree, how can I disagree. Like he is a rapper, I shouldn’t be opening up for him, my crowd isn’t that. Are they making me a rapper” he is so cute “right, are they. It’s because you are versatile and touring with Tyga isn’t bad either Chris but there is also better people you can, they aren’t aiming high, Usher is doing a tour, what is he playing at. Leave it to me, I can change it up for you. How are you anyways?” he is so all worried “just annoying, they don’t hear me out. Like telling me to come to New York last minute, doing some signing thing. I am good, just been busy. I feel like your label hate me because I got you, you start then they will hate me even more” I laughed “I am only going to get the best for my husband, screw them. You not coming over?” I am sure he can “I can tonight” record labels can be so nasty at times.

My poor poppa: he called me like that to tell me he didn’t like it. I do miss being his manager but it’s for the best, Jay’ attitude towards him really annoys me but they don’t understand we are still together, and I will ride for him, so he better fix up “mommy, I told dad that you miss him” looking up from my phone about to call Jay “is that what you whispered to him that day?” She nodded her head “I miss dad lots because he’s so silly, I like being happy” I cooed out “I like you being happy too, I am so proud of you Imani. The leaps and boundaries” she smiled “miss said I can be anything I want, and I want to be you mommy so I can sing and make everyone happy, yes I do” I giggled “you’re better than me, you’re going to make me emotional. Stop it, I love you kids so much” Imani got up from the floor “does that mean you’re upset? I heard it before” she’s so good with her speech, ever since she’s moved here and got better help, speech lessons. I can’t believe the progress “a little but it’s happy tears, because I love you girls all so much” wrapping my arms around her “Rylee said that she is proud of me too” I grinned “we all are baby, you never change yourself. You’re so perfect” she so special “just like daddy, he said I’m perfect too” she ran off laughing, tapping on Jay’ name. Pressing the phone to my ear, she’s going to be something and I can’t wait to see the growth, she will probably sing actually “nice surprise to hear from you” I laughed lowly “well it’s not about me anyways or about a tour” he knows damn well I am not even doing any of that shit “oh right, is Chris hiding behind his wife again” I don’t like them talking like that “not really, we was discussing some things and I personally don’t like it” Jay Brown laughed “right, are you sure it isn’t him crying about it? I tell him anything, he hates it” clearing my throat “I can promise you now he isn’t hiding behind me. I just think you need to change him from Tyga to Usher, he needs to be an opener for him” Jay laughed out “wow, you aim high” he said “Jay, if I have to do this myself you won’t like it. I am telling you now, change that shit. I don’t care who is on that tour right now, you know damn well he deserves this shit” he’s annoying me “so I’ll say Rihanna husband? Yeah he wants to be added” shaking my head “I will do this myself, watch!” Disconnecting the call, I will do this without him because fuck him for laughing.

I Really do not fucking care, I will step on toes, and I will go to the main person because I won’t have this shit with my man. I am calling Usher directly; I will get him that Usher thing. Waiting on the call to connect with Usher “Riri really calling me? Hey Rihanna” I laughed “hey you too, I was so unsure that it’s your number still, I won’t keep your time though, just a small thing” Usher laughed “just a small thing? Really, go on then. Hit me with it” I pray he agrees “your tour, my husband” I laughed “oh shit, but I have Trey on it?” clearing my throat “and you and I both know who is the one that is going to take over him? Look at my husband, he is number one, he makes great music” Usher went ever so quiet with me “you know what, because you called me directly, you asked me. I can have both on there, I don’t mind that” I am glad he agrees “but make him the second act, I want him to get a little more time” Usher laughed out “ok, ok. I see you. Let me speak to my manager, and I will get back to you on this number. I will help a sister out” I smiled wide “also with us collaborating like that, I feel like he will be perfect. I didn’t think of it like that, but I do now. I see the vision” the things I do for my husband “I am happy you see the vision, speak soon” disconnecting the call, I sighed out heavily. I don’t like the play in his face, they do this with me but not to him. If I tell him they laugh and say this, he will go on a full blown rage. I don’t want that so I have to deal with it myself, I can’t have him kicking off.

Smiling so wide seeing Chris, I did a little clap and skipped to him “what is this?” he said half laughing, I jumped on him “woah” he said as I jumped on him and he held me up “you missed me? Is that what it is? Huh” nodding my head smiling, he placed his hands just under my butt “mhmm love you” he said “I love you more” nuzzling his nose and then pressing my lips against his “oh yeah” I moved back “so your little issue, I was like oh no. Not my poppa being sad about that so I dealt with it. Expect a call from Jay but you will be touring with Usher” Chris’ smile grew “for real?” he said shocked “on god, I didn’t want my poppa being unhappy and also Tyga is a bit of a whore. I sorted it for you, don’t worry Chris. I always got you, always” wrapping my arms around him and started pressing kisses upon kisses on his face “put her down, what is this” my mother said behind us, looking behind me “I need to speak to you both, in private. How about a meal? Meet you both there” letting out an oh “really? I mean we can leave together?” oh this is serious “no, no. Meet you both there. But is that ok?” nodding my head, watching my mom walk off as I turned to Chris “oh shit” I laughed out placing my head on his shoulder “what is it? You know something, tell me” getting down from him “oh my god, so I think it’s because I questioned my mom” grabbing his arm to stand in the corner “so your dad is still here” I said in a whisper “we was discussing it, well I was and Noella said that she thinks your dad is giving my mom the D in my house” Chris’ gasped so loud and then busted out laughing moving away from me “Chris!” I spat “stop it” dragging him back “but I think it is true, and he’s been here for nothing. And that my mom said, and I quote. I get where Chris gets his charm from” Chris fell out laughing again “you are playing me” he said through his laughter “listen to me, you have to be quiet about this. But I don’t know how to feel” Chris shook his head “I don’t believe it” oh he is in denial maybe.

Mel and I stared at each other in the living room “so” she said “so” I said back “sit with me” I waved her over, Chris is on the floor playing with Junior so he can stay there “what’s up” she jumped on the couch “Chris thinks it’s a joke, about the whole Clinton thing” Mel sniggered “it’s funny, mother and daughter just keeping it in house with family” hitting her arm “shut up, but also. Jay tried to get Chris to be an opening act for Tyga, Chris called me and he seemed a little upset about it because Tyga being a rapper so I dealt with it” Mel cringed “they not going to like that Robbie, you know they going to hate you piping up, what did you do” I sighed out “got him on tour with Usher instead, I went straight to Usher for it because I got mad, Jay was bad mouthing Chris. He said shall I call it Rihanna husband tour, got me mad you know” Mel cringed “they hate the fact how he got through with the record deal, so you know what they like” nodding my head “Chris would be so angry if I told him, I can’t so I will deal with it when I see Jay, you know” looking up at Chris “whispering like witches, can I take Junior with me to New York?” looking at Junior pulling on my house plant again “you can” I agreed “that was easy” I smiled “have fun” Chris turned around and then sat on my lap and turned to me “Chris! Your heavy” he placed his arm around me “now you know how I feel, she does this to me all the time” side eyeing him “because I can with you, thought about your dad yet” Chris gagged “the fuck I have, stop being weird” I feel it’s true, maybe she is telling us at the meal which will be interesting to hear, how did this happen.

#Chrianna #Chrianan FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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artofapeach · 1 year

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I so annoying at petit princess right now. She have this anon that keep going on and on about how bad vivizepop is. But instead just ignoring it and blocking the anonymous, she just go back and forth with this anonymous and it getting so annoying.

Yeah, I get that! All this drama sucks and I just wanna move on too and constantly going back and forth doesn’t help anyone

Buuuuuut…it’s her account and she can do what she wants with it.

Who knows why she keeps going back and forth. Maybe it’s to educate others who may come across the post, maybe it’s to show the absolute incompetence people are with character design and Viv, maybe she actually feels like she can change anon’s mind, or maybe she’s just letting off steam! Either way, if she feels like she can handle answering those asks, she should be able to do so. Once she hits her limit, she’ll stop, I’m sure.

If you wanna be annoyed at anyone, be annoyed at anon! Be annoyed at all the people who keep bullying Viv! Be annoyed at the haters who keep barging into our fandom! At the actual big artists and animation names somehow thinking Viv “threw a fit over criticism”! Be annoyed at the people who actually started and continued this drama! They’re the reason why it’s happening in the first place!

I know I am! I’m SO annoyed! I lost respect for a lot of artists I had originally liked! And I wouldn’t mind complaining about it over and over again! I wouldn’t mind anon coming over here so I can give them a whole handful of sense! If nothing else just to let off steam and have a statement of the difference between criticism and bullying and how character design ACTUALLY works! I am so fricking upset at people’s audacity and being a keyboard warrior sounds pretty fucking good right now! Especially if someone dares to come on my account and talk shit!

This isn’t to invalidate your annoyance, of course. I think we’re all just sick of the topic, but we portray that annoyance in different ways.

Here’s a tip though! Leanne usually tags her asks with “ask answered”. You can go in your Tumblr settings and add that to your muted tags. That way, the posts won’t show up on your dash unless you specifically want to see it. And you can remove it from being filtered when all this drama is over (I’m hoping this weekend or something, internet goes too fast to marinate on a topic for long)

We all curate our own online experiences! I wish antis would realize that 😒

Hugs for everyone who’s been drained from all this! And remember that the antis are not the majority, they’re just super fucking loud X3

#deep fucking sigh #I’m so tired from all this crap I just wanna watch my demon show in peace #hey an ask #not art #discourse

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Cheating!h blurb where ana asks why they dont have sex or at a party and she’s trying to pull him into a room and y/n watching him try to make excuses and then next time having sex with y/n he says anna keeps trying and she has the pride he doesnt give in... or something exploring that situation

warnings: smut, cheating, angst

“Anna, I just-“ Harry huffs as she tugs him into a spare bedroom of the party after he had put up a valiant fight to keep them in the main area.

Her hands are unbuttoning his already barely buttoned shirt, running down his bare skin, and he is cut off by a sloppy kiss to his mouth.

Fear shoots up through him, it’s not YN, he doesn’t want this with her.

“C’mon, it’s been almost six months and you still haven’t touched me. Just fuck me,” Anna complains, fed up with the lack of or more like nonexsistence of their sex life.

It was near impossible to believe, someone like Harry who oozed sex out of every pore of his body wasn’t sexually active or interested in fucking his girlfriend.

When Anna takes a different approach of going for his belt buckle, mouth trailing against his collarbone, and attempting to get to his groin - which hadn’t hardened in the slightest.

“Enough,” Harry states firmly, grasping her wrists lightly and making her look at him, “I don’t want to have sex right now, okay?”

His girlfriend’s face falters, “You never want to.”

“If you don’t like it break up with me,” He hisses, knowing YN is going to get suspicious the longer they’re in a room together.

Anna, who really did have a kind heart, frowns, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything. I would never force you to.”

Harry just rebuttons his shirt, “S’fine. Let’s just get back to the party and have a good time, yeah?”

She nods as Harry swings his arm around her shoulder, unlocking the door, and pausing when he sees YN a bit of the ways down the corridor - staring at the two leaving the bedroom.

“I’m going to get a drink,” He dismisses bluntly, his focus set on the girl who was visible angry with him in the kitchen.

Before he can get out a word, she steps forward and swipes her thumb against his collarbone.

It comes back with the waxy substance of Anna’s bright mauve lipstick.

“Have fun in there, did you?” YN asks, she tries to keep her tone cool and unbothered by Harry sees right through it to the insecurity.

“You know I didn’t,” He replies between gritted teeth, how could she get jealous when this was all her?

He didn’t want a girlfriend.

Well he did but he only want her and she fucking knew that.

“If you wanted me to believe you, maybe you would have wiped her lipstick marks from your neck and chest,” She chuckles and it makes Harry’s hair on the back of his neck stand up.

It was the distinct chuckle and tone she used when she was upset but wasn’t going to admit it over her dead body.

Before he can call her out, she shoulders past him, disappearing into the dancing crowd of people and out of his side.

“Fuck,” He mutters, running a hand through his hair before trudging off to find Niall and Zayn - to distract himself.

“Stay the night, please?” Anna asks softly when Harry pulls up to her small, quaint little house that fit her perfectly.

“M’sorry. I have a long day tomorrow.”

It was a lie. It was rarer that he told the truth to his girlfriend than fibbing.

“So? Let’s cuddle, do something,” She begs, frustrated with her emotionally and sometimes physically distant boyfriend.

Harry shakes his head, “Maybe next weekend.”

He always said that.

It never happened.

—

As soon as he drops off Anna, his next stop is a route that is ingrained in his head front and backwards, her apartment.

He has a key, doesn’t bother knocking and just barges into the dimly lit house with her shoes tossed clumsily on the floor - almost trips.

When he finds her, she’s in a towel - freshly showered, and brushing through her hair in her small walk-in closet.

She heard him come in, knew he was storming in here, and still didn’t turn around when he slammed open her bedroom door.

He’s crowding behind her, knocking the brush out of her hand, and pinning her to the wall, “You’re so bloody ridiculous. You jealous little brat.”

YN doesn’t respond, her body still wound tight with tension and a gluttonous feeling of rage for earlier in the night.

“Been fuckin’ you and only you since I was seventeen. Y’know that I didn’t fuck her, didn’t even touch her and you still have the nerve to act like a crybaby,” Harry seethes, his whole chest pressed against her back, no room to escape.

“Her lipstick was all over you,” She argues back weakly when his hands come to the knot in her towel, teasing at unraveling.

“Yeah because she was begging me to fuck her and I said ‘no’ so she tried to get in my pants and I pushed her off.”

“Why?” YN murmurs, quiet in the small space.

“You fuckin’ know why,” Harry growls with his teeth grazing across her bare shoulder blade.

“Say it.”

“I pushed her off ‘cause you’re the only person I’ve fucked since I was seventeen. My cock is yours,” He rasps, untying the knot and letting the towel drop.

He wishes she would just end all this bullshit.

Let him have her fully and completely but she was so fucking afraid of getting hurt when it wouldn’t happen.

“Go on, tell me who owns this cunt,” Harry demands, hand tucking between her thick thighs to cup her puffy mound in his hand.

“H,” She whimpers as his finger lightly slides up the wet groove of her center with a careful drag.

When she doesn’t give him the answer he wants, he gives her clit a hard pinch, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yours, fuck - it’s yours,” YN huffs at the slight but welcome pain on her nerves - relaxing when it returns to soft strokes.

“Anna is pretty, y’know? Had her on me, kissing my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and shit,” Harry hums against her ear, two fingers sinking into the tight heat of her body.

He continues, “Didn’t even get hard when that happened. That’s how fucking trained I am for you. What a tight fucking leash you have me on.”

YN turns a bit into putty at his words, insecurity slow flooding out of her body, and feeling more like how she usually does.

“How do y’ever forget? How much I love you?” He asks in true disbelief, it literally oozes through his pores how much he adores his high school sweetheart.

“Don’t-“ She squeaks desperately.

“Why won’t you let me tell you how much I love you, baby?”

His voice like dark, sweet honey that seeps into her every nerve-ending and makes her feel lethargic, in a boneless silky way.

“Stop plea- Just touch me,” YN begs when his fingers crook into against her plushy, tight walls with focused strokes.

“You need to admit it, y’stubborn little thing. I know how in love you are with me,” Harry pushes, needing to hear validation from his favorite person on this earth.

He squats down, spreading her cheeks, and leaning in to lick from the top of clit all the way back to her other entrance.

His large palms keeping her apart, digging into the thick skin until his fingers are white - tongue finding her core and darting in to her most sensitive area.

“H, oh my god,” YN moans, head falling forward against the wall, pushing her hips backward into his mouth.

“Darling, c’mon. Show me how sweet y’can be f’me,” Harry goads encouragingly, it always took a little bit of effort to get her to break.

“I love you….s’much,” She whispers, voice cracking on the last syllable as he rewards her with a suckling kiss to her clit and slips his fingers back in.

“I know y’do, baby. You know I’d never give it to anyone but you,” Harry coos, anything to get her to soften her harsh edges, chip away at her stone wall.

Her hand reaches behind to weave through his hair, her stomach sucking in harshly as she feels her tight band snap as she releases.

“O-oh, you’re mine. Y’mine,” His love chants as she rides out her intense wave of her orgasm as he helps her through it.

“M’yours,” Harry agrees immediately, standing up and a smile breaks on his face when she turns around and wraps him into a hug.

“I love you. I know you didn’t touch her. I just hate it,” YN murmurs softly, undoing his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulders.

His smile fades at her words, “Then make it stop. The minute you tell me you’re ready to make this work, I’ll break up with her.”

“I’m no-not ready,” She stammers, eyes widening like a deer in headlights at his words.

So afraid. So fucking scared.

“Okay, okay,” He soothes when he sees her chest start to rise faster and faster with anxiety.

He doesn’t want to drop it.

He wants to shake her and ask her how the fuck she doesn’t see that they’re already in a relationship and she’s being blinded by irrational fears.

Harry waddles them over to her messy bed, pushing her back and adjusting until she’s in the center - staring at him with doe eyes.

He loves her so much it hurts to look at her for too long.

When he tugs off his jeans, taking his phone out to put on the side table - he sees an unread text from Anna.

I’m sorry about earlier. I really want to make it work with you. You’re a great guy x

Harry should feel bad. Maybe his stomach should have dropped or something at how awful he’s being to that girl.

But when his love is splayed out, pliant and malleable for him, he can’t find an ounce of fucks to give as he tosses it on the bedside table.

He had been in love with this girl since he was sixteen, never fell out of it, he was addicted to her - willing to go through all this bullshit if it meant he had her.

It always felt like the first time, crawling on top of her, and bending down to pull her puffy lips into a strong kiss as he slides in, always a pleasant stretch.

As they move together, in a familiar rhythm, she murmurs against his lips, “One day, I’ll be ready.”

“Please, make it soon, darlin’,” Harry pleas, swallowing harshly before pushing his emotions into hard, deep thrusts.

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earned it [01]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

request. (mafia au, sugar daddy au) + (dumbification, praising kink)

cw. smut, overstimulation, slight dumbification, praising kink, slight degradation, spanking, belt whipping, explicit murder, rough sex, shower sex, oral (f receiving), multiple sex scenes, riding, slight angst, veryyy unedited, sex when standing up, sex in pretzel position, dom! gojo, manhandling

notes. 🦋 anon, thanks so much for the request! i hope you love this one, i absolutely poured my heart and soul into this! minus the effort to edit, i’ll just edit this when i’m no longer sick lol

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There he was again.

Working in a high-class restaurant located in the heart of the city meant you were no stranger to seeing people of power and titles, but he never failed to make everyone stop in their tasks every time he came around.

You don’t know his name, much less his usual orders since his usual table – middle 98 – wasn’t in your rotation. But you’re held captive in his presence, attention drawn to his broad shoulders clad in what seemed like a hand-stitched three piece suit, his striking white hair falling down in smooth tendrils. There’s something about the way he walks – confident doesn’t begin to describe it – that makes everyone surrounding him feel like they’re merely spectators to the enigma that was him, and he carries this observation proudly in his shoulders, that mischievous smile never absent from his face.

Your co-worker tugs at your sleeve, nearly knocking the empty wine glasses away from your tray. Barely catching them as you falter, you bow down to them in apology. No matter how intriguing the mysterious midnight comer was, you were still working. You needed to keep your head focused and in the game.

Hours pass by of shifting from one table to another, your hands beyond cramped from scribbling down such intricate orders. It’s a miracle you were hired in a place as luxurious as this in the first place when you couldn’t pronounce, much less spell the main dishes, but you proved through determination and hard work that the miracle was also accompanied by your grit. It didn’t matter that you were the youngest part-timer with little to no experience – unexpected things always happened when you’re backed in a corner, leaving you with no choice but to follow through.

This corner was nothing less than the struggle to make ends meet. While you’re lucky to have gotten accepted in one of the top state universities, there still came the issue of tuition fees, plus dorm occupations.

You don’t have the privilege to complain or whine that your experiences are probably not on par with what they expect of you, so you have to do your best; you have to keep pushing no matter how hard it gets and you’re barely awake for class the next day.

Clocking out, you bid goodbye to your co-workers and thank them for their hard work, about to leave through the back door when you hear his voice.

Your gaze lands on him from outside the kitchen, body twisted in the direction of where he sat, long legs crossed one another. He’s thanking the waiter for the wine, and you wince, because it isn’t just any wine. That’s one of the drinks locked in the special cellar because of its hefty price, yet there he was, swirling the red liquid around in his glass as if the amount of zeroes never bothered him. He’s reading something from his tablet, head tilted to the side as he drinks, and that’s when you see it.

It’s so miniscule you would’ve believed it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you, but you’ve seen in this class during one of your laboratory practices, the burn marks on your wrist a painful reminder of your carelessness.

Your boss’ shouts of warning fall onto deaf ears as you push past the double doors, feet moving on its own. The edge of the glass makes contact with his lips, gray lashes flattering across his cheeks, while time and sound becomes nothing but background noise to you. Your cry is inaudible when your hand pushes the glass away from his grip, the sounds of it shattering into pieces like a wake-up call to both of you.

For the first time since you’ve met him, the faintest look of surprise crosses over his face. His hands remain into a reflexive hold of the now missing glass, azure eyes cutting through yours.

You bow down to apologize – you can’t believe you’ve just done that and how his suit was stained and his pants soaked – but the words that left his lips stun you beyond disbelief, effectively freezing you in your state. His voice holds the same iciness as the blue of his pupils, but to you – just for you – there’s a tinge of awe behind them.

“Odd,” he says, “To think my life would be saved by you.”

You wake up with a gasp, hands clutched on the blanket covering your bare frame. There’s sweat forming on your hairline as you look around, wincing at the sliver of light passing through the curtains. Silver, ceiling length draperies obscure the view of the city skies outside, a huge reminder of where you are now – somewhere between the past and the future that’s about to come – and the king-sized bed you lay on almost feels like a dream.

Right. It’s been two years since you’ve met Satoru, the once mysterious customer turned into lover, an arrangement between financial aid and companionship solidifying your relationship with him now.

Your face burns at the sight of your clothes scattered all over your shared room. Your lace panties somehow end up on the chandeliers, the expensive material of your silk dress about to slide off the humongous TV and your bra hanging off the doorknob.

The light ache between your legs does nothing to appease your embarrassment. Even after two years of being with Satoru, it’s still difficult to believe he’s chosen you of all people.

He could’ve had anyone he wants. Not only is he beautiful, young, successful, and smart, he’s also an absolutely god in the sheets, your throbbing core attesting to his never ending array of his skills. Truly, Gojo Satoru was perfect, so much so that you pale in comparison to him no matter how much he’s assured you you’re the only he has eyes on.

It doesn’t make sense to you, but does it have to?

Love never required a logical reason for it to blossom, and you left it at that, fearful that it may just ruin whatever happened between the two of you. Besides, if Satoru wants you, then who were you to question that?

You swing your legs off the side of the bed to make him breakfast, but your legs shake upon contact to the floor, still very much sore after last night’s events.

Satoru’s been away for work for three days, and even though it wasn’t that much of a distance, he still acted like it’s been forever. He sure took his time with you, making you cum three times just with his tongue and fingers alone. He’s a cheeky and mischievous man; there’s no telling whether his words are just sweet lies or plain facts, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that Satoru keeps his promises to heart. If he says he’s going to fuck you until you can’t walk the next day, he means it, and now you’re left groaning back onto the bed.

You’re thankful that it’s a weekend. Had it been a school day, it’s going to be an absolute pain in the ass. No matter how much he’s covered your school fees, you still won’t risk missing a day.

The door swings open, revealing your boyfriend clothed in nothing but his boxers, the smile on his face huge at seeing you glare at him. “Aw, baby,” he coos, sliding himself next to you, carrying a tray of pancakes topped with blueberries with him. Satoru wraps an arm around your shoulder and laughs into your air when you grumble at the soreness, which he tries to kiss away. “Sorry not sorry for last night. It’s not my fault I’m so addicted to you.”

“Whatever,” you mutter, fighting back that stupid fluttering feeling in your chest. Your attention is diverted to the luscious, fluffy pancakes, and your brows furrow at the sight. “Did you make this for me?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

You roll your eyes at him; his energy was always off the charts even after fucking you into oblivion. Thanking him under your breath, you reach for the breakfast, eternally grateful that it’s breakfast in bed because you can’t walk anywhere right now. However, Satoru pries your hands away from the fork, making you lean back instead as he spoon feeds you.

It’s a little humiliating – and he’s basking in this judging from the smirk he wears – but you give in anyway. Unlike him, your stamina isn’t monstrous. You’re still a human and you’re utterly tired, the glare endless through mouthfuls of the pancake. “I’m not a child, you know.”

“Yeah, but you’re my baby,” he retorts, smacking a kiss right at your lips.

You complain harder, ever so annoyed that you could never seem to throw him off guard and have the upper hand for once. Satoru eases the frown on your face by kissing you harder, his hand cradling your neck. He’s a fucking tease; his tongue languid and sensual as he tastes the honey coating your lips, sucking your bottom lip inside his mouth before nipping at it.

At the back of your mind, you’re wondering how each moment with him results into touching. Not that you really mind, of course, your stomach only flares up with heat at the thought he wants you just as much as you crave him.

Breakfast is soon forgotten right after seven bites as Satoru leans back against the headboard, thumb soothing circles at your hipbone to guide you on top of him.

He pulls away to breathe, a thin thread of saliva and honey between your lips present, and it’s so erotic that his eyes darken with lust, hands gripping a little tighter. You’re still bare on top of him, hardened breasts on display, but he holds himself back with heavy breaths, not wanting to ruin you further than he already has.

Satoru’s lips lands on your shoulder instead, thumb grazing under the weight of your breasts. He’s kissing you everywhere, almost as if he expects the flutter of his lips to heal you. You gladly let him taste you as he pleases, neck tilted to the side while you catch your breath.

The transition of him from an absolute freak in bed to the caring, compassionate boyfriend he is never fails to give you whiplash.

“How’s your studies?” he murmurs into your skin, his touch feather-like in caressing your back. You feel the hairs stand up at where he grazes them, shivering at the sensuality and tenderness he holds you with. “Doing good? My sweetheart still top of her class?”

“Hmm,” you hum back, planting yourself firm in his lap. He’s already hard under you, his cock twitching when your bare cunt presses on top of his tip, but he controls himself, focusing on your state instead. “My grades are tip-top, all thanks to your support,” Satoru smiles when you’re the one placing kisses all over his face this time, his giggles almost child-like.

Time flies by as you lay there in his arms. You’re lulled back into sleep at the sound of his heart beat, and just as you’re dozing off, Satoru pats your ass. “Baby,” he calls out, “Let me wash you first, then we’ll cuddle afterwards. What do you think about that?”

“That’d be great, I feel sticky.”

Satoru laughs, pulling panicked squeals from you when he suddenly hoisted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style. He kicks the door open before turning the heater on in the Jacuzzi, placing you under the shower first.

You close your eyes under the sprinkle of water, hands splayed all over his chest. Your legs are still wobbling, no thanks to him railing you as if there was no tomorrow, but he holds you upright, kneading his hands into your hair then washing every crevice of your body. When you open your eyes, you see him kneeling down to rub the loofah all over your legs, a slight pinch in his brows from sheer focus.

Your heart beats loudly on your chest, unable to process that the Gojo Satoru is on his knees, his touch nothing less of worshipping as if you were a divine being in his eyes.

It makes you breathe sharply as his face comes up before your core, his tongue darting out for a moment before he looks away, focusing on cleaning you up afterwards. His control and care for your well-being leaves you speechless, leaves you breathless, leaves you wanting him more and more and more that you’re kissing him again the moment he brings you both to his Jacuzzi.

He’s taken his boxers off to enjoy the feeling of skin brushing against skin, the fuzz of bubbles foaming up at your breasts only enticing him to kiss you with equal fervent passion.

You’re grinding down on his dick, his length encased between your lips that are extremely warm in comparison to the cool water. Finally, Satoru is stuttering beneath you, little whines leaving his breath as he kneads your ass, resisting the urge to slap the smooth flesh.

“Satoru,” you moan, “N-need you now, please.”

Fuck, his name on your lips mixed with your moans are enough to make him want to lose his restraint and just fuck you hard and deep there. He growls at how unaware you are of your effect on him, and he’s nothing short of starving in his kisses, never getting tired of tasting you over and over again. He wants to keep kissing you until your scent and taste is imprinted on his skin, to carry you around with him even when you’re not there, because he loves you, and he’s never loved anyone this much before. Especially for people like him, love was nothing but a myth.

Everything is a fantasy with you, a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from. If you were to ask him to give up everything for you this instant, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

His heart is enslaved by your existence, and he nods, helping you lift your hips up to align his cock to your entrance. He takes note of your soreness as you slowly sink down on his cock, swallowing your whimpers through open-mouthed kiss. You’re shaking inside his arms, tiny scratches mixed with mewls making its way on his chest, further adding to the litter of scars already painted on his body.

Your head lands on his shoulder the second he bottoms out. Satoru groans at the feeling of your walls fluttering down on him, so warm and so tight that he has to lean his head back on the headrest just to catch his breath.

“You ride me, baby,” he manages through pants. “I’ll let you set the pace – do what’s comfortable with you.”

Your jaw clenches at the same time you clamp down on him one more time, eliciting another sinful moan from your lover. A lazy smirk graces your face as you ride him slowly, the image of the almighty Gojo Satoru falling apart at your ministrations burned at the back of your mind. You’ll replay this memory every time he leaves for work again, and the dreadful thought of having to watch him leave one more time fuels you to bounce on him harder, nails dug into his shoulder.

Satoru winces at the slight sting but doesn’t stop you anyway; he’s no stranger to pain. In fact, he’s a master of that and many more in more ways than one, though you didn’t know that – and he’ll never let you know that.

His eyes snap open at the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the water sloshing out the Jacuzzi. He’s met with the sight of you clutching the edges of the tub, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fuck yourself harder on his cock. Your breasts bounce right in front of his eyes, tempting him to latch a mouth around it, which he does, the sudden flicking of his warm tongue on your nipples driving you to the edge.

Your soreness becomes a hazy memory of the past with each slide down his dick, thighs burning from the exertion. Satoru is lapping up your breasts and palming the other expertly, his breath hot on your skin.

Something familiar coils into your lower abdomen with each hard thrust, and you throw your head back, moaning his name as if it’s the only thing you’ve ever known. You’re growing tired; he can tell from the way you’re barely lifting your hips, but you’re so close, so near, that Satoru takes it upon himself to push you both right where you wanted to be.

Your moan comes out breathless the moment Satoru grips at your hips, snapping his hips upwards at the same time he guides your body to crush down on him. He’s the one controlling your body, but you’re falling on top of him with no reserve, your weight slamming down to his groin in full force that he’s faltering. Satoru is entranced by the motion of your hips gyrating around the head of his cock, the wavering grin on your face a telltale you’re enjoying the act of destroying him, but he lets you – it’s only fair after the countless times he’s done the same with you. But oh, he’ll have you again and again, and he proves his endless desire for you by forcing himself deep to your most sensitive spots, the glimpse of your mouth hanging open as you come making his cock twitch.

Satoru squeezes your hips as he situates you flat on his cock, groaning as he came in thick spurts. You mewl, scratching at his chest as he rides his high out with a few more sloppy thrusts.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers at the top of your hair, well-aware that your oversensitivity is clouding your mind. But he can’t help it, not when you feel so good around him like this. “Just a little more, I’ll be – fuck – right there, oh yeahhh,” he drawls out breathlessly, his cock twitching with the last strings of cum until he grows boneless inside you.

Satoru pulls his cock out, chest heaving up and down from that earth-shattering orgasm. In all honesty, he’s confident he could give you an even better one, but your lids are already fluttering close that he chuckles, pressing a kiss on your temple as a silent you did well.

Somewhere through your half-awake state, you manage to card your fingers through his hair, voice small and weak as you ask, “Don’t you have to go to work?”

Satoru’s eyes lour with something unreadable, and he’s thankful you don’t get to see the sudden glooming of his face. He gently pushes your head to rest on his shoulder, his eyes narrowed at his rippling reflection in the water. In his eyes, he sees the truth – he sees a monster holding an innocent angel he lives to protect – the truth he wants to conceal. He can’t even fathom the possibility of you finding out about who he really is, much less what he does that enables him to provide you with everything you need.

He’s the demon himself, caressing someone as pure as you in his arms, his eyes and true self sinister except for the gentle kisses he leaves at the shell of your ear.

If it keeps you safe, he doesn’t mind becoming even more of a monster if it means keeping you safe.

So he keeps you right where you can’t witness the slight moments of vulnerability in which his horns reveal itself, hugging you tight and possessively in the fear he’ll lose the only thing that matters most to him.

“I have a meeting tonight,” is all he says, is what he always says.

He’s mysterious and aloof, too vague every time you inquire him about what he does for a living. Usually, you’d feel worried or even wary that maybe he doesn’t trust you as much as you originally thought, but you’re too tired to question him further, and he takes advantage of your weakness wholeheartedly. All to keep you safe.

Satoru closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, no longer bothered by the fact each step he took is getting him closer and closer to a point of no redemption.

He’s not worried about that anymore, not when his salvation is right in his arms, wrapping him with your love and false sense of safety that it becomes the lie he feeds himself every night just to keep going on.

“I just want to be with you a little longer.”

This time around, Satoru tells the truth.

The rust of blood dripping off the concrete walls is as normal to Satoru as breathing is for everyone else. He doesn’t falter in his movements, doesn’t scrunch his nose at the stench, and he doesn’t waver from swinging his arm back, the heavy weight of the wrench already wielded in his hand.

Someone dared come up to their base to face him head-on.

He has to admit, he was impressed with their guts, but now he feels empty save for a slight sliver of irritation at the man’s bloodied face. He’s panting after coughing up blood so much, his face unrecognizable after the beating Satoru gave him, teeth splattered on the floor. Satoru’s right hand man, Geto, stands at the side, silently inspecting his nails.

They’d been going at this for hours now, yet they seemed to be right where they were at the beginning. Torture was usually an effective method of gathering information, but this hostage seemed to be on the same par of monstrous as Satoru from his unyielding nature, even had the audacity to laugh.

Satoru stops in his tracks, a brow raised at what seemed to be so funny.

“Everyone spoke highly of you,” he spat his blood out, his busted eye twitching under Satoru’s stone cold gaze. “They told me you were barbaric, ruthless, the most feared mafia boss out here, but you’re pathetic now, aren’t you? You’re not the same Six Eyes who sees all they claimed you to be,” Satoru watched warily when his hostage smirked, the same one he always wore just moments from bashing the skull out of someone. It’s because he’s so familiar with it that Satoru immediately puts up his walls, Geto stepping beside him with his gun gleaming under his coat. As expected, the man does not falter, his laughter merely increasing in volume. “You’ve grown soft, Gojo. Your little lover is your weakness, it’s written all over your face. Tell me, what’s stopping you from ending my life already? Afraid that if she finds out, she might push you away?” When Gojo doesn’t answer, the man clicks his tongue. “I fucking knew it.”

Geto moves quicker than his boss. He draws his gun and aims it right between his eyes, only to be stopped by Satoru’s indifferent tone. “Stop.”

“But boss-”

“Why did you come here?” he stabs the man in the thigh with a knife, his screams of pain alleviating enough to distract the painful clenching of his chest. “I don’t believe you came here just to prove the rumors true. Now you tell me, why have you come here?” Satoru slams his fist down on the knife, the blade pushing past through muscles and hitting deep to the bone. “Answer me.”

“Th-there’s a drive in my pocket. Open it and you’ll see.”

The man doesn’t stop squirming as Geto rummages through his jacket, nodding to his boss once they got hold of the slick black device. Geto immediately plugs it to the monitor, several photographs popping up in a few seconds, and those few seconds were all it took to bring the infamous mafia boss down.

Because they weren’t just photos, they were photos of you.

Of you laughing with your friends, of you hugging Satoru’s arm in one of your dates, of you kissing him under the streetlight and even an intimate photo of you going down on him while he’s driving. It must be taken from a street cam judging from the blurry quality, but it’s crystal clear to him anyway, and Satoru’s mind muddles with thoughts darker than he once believed he’s capable of. He feels his anger bloom like fire licking up at his skin, his nerves bursting through, and he’s so obvious, so predictable that his hostage guffaws.

“I was right, I was right-!”

“You mean her?” his voice drips down with so much indifference, it shocks even he himself. His hostage shuts up at the sudden change of Satoru’s aura, that dark, fearsome aura that had people begging him to kill them as an act of mercy coming back to life. The man clamps his mouth shut, chills running down his spine because it’s no longer the same Satoru he mocked pulling the knife out from his thigh.

No, this is the Gojo Satoru, the devil incarnate himself, and he’s made the huge mistake of believing he would be affected by a mere woman. Satoru reads the fear on his face too easily, not bothering to hide his sigh as he twirls the bloodied blade between his fingers.

“She’s nothing to me. She’s just another bitch, another paid pussy. Favorite of the month, you could say, but nothing of worth to me,” he announces, ignoring Geto who’s stiffened up at the corner. “Did you really come all the way here just to see if you could find my weakness? If so, then your organization is a lot dumber than I thought, and I hate people who waste my time.”

“No, no, please, I was just jok-” his eyes widen when Satoru snaps his fingers, and Geto rushes to his boss with his gun. “Please, no, I didn’t think she was just a bitch-”

The man never got to finish his words.

A loud ‘bang’ echoes around the room, followed by a slight snap when his head falls backwards. Blood drips from the hole sitting in between his head, the aim perfect and flawless even with Satoru not looking back. He’s still Gojo Satoru, leader of the Gojo Mafia Clan, and he’s not the most feared leader in history for no reason. He’s always been blessed with a physical prowess and fighting abilities that allowed him to take on other clans by himself, but he’s changing. There’s now a chink in his armour, and people are starting to notice.

If he doesn’t do anything about it soon…

“Sir,” Geto begins, following the rushed footsteps of Satoru outside the hall, where his security is lined up with guns poised and ready to risk their lives for him. This was his power, this was his legacy – and this is who he was.

A killer. A monster. A demon – he’s everything you wouldn’t love.

“I know, Geto, I know,” Satoru says through gritted teeth, his bloody hands clenched into fists. He already knows what he’s supposed to do; he doesn’t need another reminder of it. “You don’t have to tell me anything I know of already. Now send that body back as a warning. I’m going home for tonight.”

Geto is stunned, and he’s got every right to be. After all, in his boss’ 28 years of existence, not once has he called anywhere or anyone home.

He’s always claimed himself to be irredeemable, to be unworthy of love and forgiveness, but slowly yet surely, he was beginning to look at life differently after meeting you, after loving you. The word ‘home’ was never in his vocabulary, and yet, every time your face comes up in his mind, it’s the only word he can think of.

He came home a lot earlier than you expected him to. You’re hunched over the table, legs swinging back and forth as you finish your school packets when the door chimes with the familiar beep. It’s only midnight and he’s already here, the excitement manifesting in you as you jump off the stools, running to greet your beloved.

Satoru ends up as a blur of frantic hands tugging his tie off, his scowl seething with anger and regret pouring off of him in waves.

Before you could say anything, he has you pinned on the wall, one knee inside your legs to keep you upright. Satoru is kissing you, hard, one hand raised to keep both your wrists planted above your head. You’re moaning at his aggressiveness, the sounds encouraged by his erection poking at you from your silk robe.

It’s not rare for him to come home in need of a fuck to clear his head, but…something feels different this time around. He feels different, almost like an entirely new person.

Satoru pulls away to press his forehead to yours, his eyes hooded with lust and lips bruised from the kiss. You’re confuzzled; your lover is the exact same person standing before you, the same person grazing at your breasts until your nipples harden at his touch, so then why does it feel like the person who left and came back are entirely two different people.

“Can I fuck you, angel? Please?”

Your words die down your throat.

Satoru’s never said please before, much less look this devastated as he asks to have you. He always says it with exuberant confidence, his present frown usually a smile. There’s no trace of happiness or even playfulness in his eyes this time around. Instead, they’re filled with fear – desperation, even.

You say yes before you realize it, but it’s enough for Satoru. It feels like he’s only been waiting for that word before he goes on a rampage, for his lips are on yours again, patting your thighs as a silent command to jump. You follow his orders and kiss him feverishly until it becomes a battle for dominance, tongue and teeth clashing against the other. Your hands are tugging at his hair from how rough he’s grabbing at your hips, spanking the sensitive flesh that draws a whimper at you.

You don’t know how Satoru manages to find his way to the leather couch even with his eyes closed, but he takes you there, no longer gentle as he throws your weight down. You’re falling, falling, falling as your knees hit the material, cheeks pressed against the headrest. You turn back to kiss him one more time, but Satoru keeps you down there, the sound of his belt unbuckling reaching your ears.

Satoru wraps the leather around his palm, kissing you flat on the lips just as he slaps the material to your ass. He’s pushed your robe to bunch up at your waist, groaning into your mouth upon the realization you’ve been walking around the house butt-naked.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he nips at your lips, feeding off of the pained moans coating his senses at each whip of his belt. “No underwear while I’m gone – you’re begging to be fucked, angel. You’re so filthy,” he swings his arm back to extend the length of the belt, squeezing your ass before he whips it harder against your flesh. You scream at the contact, nails ripping the leather couch and a slight puddle of drool on your lips.

“S-Satoru!”

“What?” he snaps, gripping your jaw, his eyes replaced with something animalistic as he stares at you. The love is gone in his eyes, your lover almost unrecognizable from the way he whips you again. You jut forwards, arousal pooling and dripping down his sofa. His eyes trail down your gushing pussy, nostrils flared before throwing his belt to the other side of the room. The buckle hits one of his expensive vases until it comes crashing down, the sound of it nostalgic to the first time you met him. “Can’t talk, huh, baby? What do you want? Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” you blurt out, wiggling your hips sensationally at his already throbbing dick. “Please fuck me.”

You suppose you should’ve been more careful with your words, because Satoru lives to please, and if you tell him to do something, you can expect he’ll give his everything.

He knocks the wind out of your lungs by squeezing your waist, sliding himself into you one, full thrust. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily, but it’s too fast, too early, that the sudden stretch is painfully pleasurable. Satoru delivers one more smack to your flesh that makes it bounce, his growls loud and ragged as he pounds into you.

You’re clutching at the backrest, eyes shut tight as all your attention diverts to the heat in your core. You wish you could see his face, hold his hand or see the way he admires you while he fucks you, but you can’t see anything. Tonight, you could only feel.

Each thrust sends the couch a little ways forward, his balls slapping against your ass. He’s cursing left and right, more focused on getting his anger out his system than pleasuring you. It’s a drastic change to your lover’s behavior in bed, yet you can’t find any muscle in your body that denies this. Satoru can be rough, but he never really goes all out. One way or another, he manages to hold back for your sake, but his mind’s a mess, the voices in his head screaming louder that it drowns out the need to make you cum first.

He’s relentless, grip bruising the harder he fucks into you. You know you’re gone in the instance Satoru plants one foot beside you, the angle causing him to hit deeper.

Satoru ends up fucking into your cervix with each hard thrust, fisting his hand under your robe while he slams forward. It’s so intense that your vision blurs, a faltered grip on the couch. You’re falling limp under his ministrations, his dick successfully hitting that spot that has you seeing white. You’re screaming, babbling nonsense while Satoru uses you as his own fuck toy, pushing past your tight walls and relishing in the way you hug his cock snugly.

He came first, his thrusts growing sloppy and stuttering for a moment. Satoru pulls out so quickly from you that you’re left gasping for air at the sudden emptiness, and that’s when you feel his cum landing on your lower back.

You’re too slow, too weak – or perhaps he’s too strong, too fast – to react properly to his movements.

Satoru doesn’t let you catch your breath as he throws you over his shoulder, your face nearly smacking his ass. You feel dizzy at this position, and the voice in your head tells you that you should be scared he’s manhandling you like this, but seeing him this way – so reveled, so angry, so out of control – has you rubbing your legs, core dripping at the thought of how he’s going to use you tonight.

Your eyes widen when he doesn’t head for the bedroom. You were so sure he’d take you there, but Satoru lays you flat on the marble countertops of the kitchen, the cold biting into your skin.

Satoru doesn’t waste another second before he spreads your legs open and dives into your cunt. You squeal, legs instinctively closing around his head when you feel his tongue lick a flat stripe at your pussy, but he only pushes them apart, encircling your ankles hard to keep you open.

You know he’s strong, but you’re still surprised that he’s capable of rendering you motionless, powerless like this. Your mind wanders off to a dangerous path in wonders of how else he’s hurt someone like this – whether intentionally or unintentionally – but he immediately pulls you back to reality when he sucks your clit, his eyes direct with yours.

His hands trail upwards to squeeze at your breasts, the immediacy of it all firing up that tight knot in your stomach that he failed to snap a while ago.

Satoru’s nose rubs at your skin the harder he sucks at your clit, tugging it upwards until you’re whining around him. It’s always so erotic to see his pretty face buried in your cunt like this; you’ll never get used to him eating you like you’re his last meal. He laps up your juices like a starved man, his tongue prodding between your lips and slurping everything you offer him, one of his arms retracting to slide two fingers inside your sopping hole.

You moan at the sudden intrusion. The sounds of your moans mixing in with the lewd squelching of your dripping pussy is extremely embarrassing, even more so because you’re actually gushing down his palm.

Your juices spread all over his face, and Satoru is greedy, thirsty for more. He pumps harder into you, curling them against the ridges of your walls, and finally, finally you’re there. Your orgasm washes down on you violently that Satoru has to keep a palm flat down on your stomach, his tongue not ceasing from lapping up your juices. You’re convulsing from his hold, stuttered moans rewarding to his ears.

He doesn’t stop coaxing your wetness out of your cunt, his fingers working you out and easing the previous pain of when he entered you without warning. Satoru leans up to help you sit up, his lips colliding with yours for a much gentler kiss this time around.

You cup his cheeks, feeling him slide your body across the counters. Your arousal that he’s failed to clean up remains there until it spreads all over the back of your thighs, the feeling sticky and uncomfortable, but you’re more focused in his tongue dancing with yours. He tastes sweet – like mint and sugar – but his moans are sweeter, the sound dulcet and making you weak on your knees as you taste yourself on him.

Satoru tugs you forward, panic flooding you when you feel nothing under you. You feel like you’re falling again and you immediately encircle your arms around his neck, but he chuckles through the kiss, quick reflexes put into work as he carries you.

The kiss is sloppy yet heated, both of you unable to focus properly when he’s growing hard again. You expect him to take you to the bedroom to finish things for once and for all, but he’s impatient – this much you know the moment he walked in, but somehow keep forgetting – wrapping your legs to his waist instead before slipping inside you.

You mewl into his mouth, eyes snapping open to look at him nervously. His legs are slightly bent as he bounces you on his cock like you weighed nothing.

In this position, he’s hitting deep each time you slide down his cock. Unable to help it, you graze your foreheads with his to stare him deep in the eyes, the usual passion in them slowly returning with each thrust. The work is placed on his shoulders as he holds you close to him, the mind numbing sensation of your erect nipples grazing his sensitive skin enticing him to rut harder into you, all to enjoy the way you fall apart above him.

You’ve been rendered speechless, mouth fallen open to release breathy gasps. Hell, you’re unable to moan, not when his cock is sliding in and out of you so lusciously that you feel every vein protruding from the base of his length. How he manages to walk while fucking you is beyond your comprehension by now, but he seems to be having the time of his life based on his grunting, continuously fucking deep into your pussy so much that he refuses to let you go. Satoru kicks the door to your room open and places you gently on the bed this time, trapping you in his arms but with enough space to let you crawl back up on the bed. You stop as your head hits the pillows, and the mood immediately changes.

Satoru stays still inside you, his large hand cupping your face while you both catch your breath. There’s something unreadable about him. He feels young yet old at the same time, giving you the impression that perhaps he’s still just a child trapped in an old man’s body.

There’s so much fear swirling through the blueness of his eyes that you frown, marveling about what happened to him.

In the intimacy of the moment, you swipe the stray tear that had fallen down his cheek, smiling up at him in hopes he’d realize you’re always there for him. “Satoru,” you whisper, breath hitching as he starts to move. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Satoru props you sideways, your leg flat on the bed while he hooks the other one over his thigh that is spread beside your body. You have to tilt all the way to the side just to see his face, your hand now bent in an awkward position. Although he doesn’t answer vocally, his gentle thrusts are enough to tell you he doesn’t want to talk about it – he never does, and he never will – so you shut your mouth, focusing on the pleasure of him hitting deep.

Your heart aches for him. You wish he could tell you everything, to share you his worries, and you can’t enjoy him fucking you too much because you’re crying, chest clenching that he’s growing distant no matter how close he is.

You don’t want to lose him.

“Hey,” he easily reads you, leaning down to flutter his eyes at you. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired, okay, angel? But you’re making me feel good, you always do, so let me do the same for you,” Satoru kisses your tears away, the saltiness of it making him fuck harder into you, all to ignore the screaming inside his head.

He wants to hold you, he wants to kiss you, he wants to keep loving you like this, he wants to be with you, he wants to touch you – but it’s not that easy.

It’ll only keep getting harder in the future, but the future isn’t now. Today is the present, and it’s even more precious because you’re there with him. Right now, you’re untouchable by anyone but him, and it’s only him that gets to fuck you like this, only him who gets to see you whimper under him, only him who gets to kiss you hard while he fucks you deep.

He wants to fuck you hard enough that you never forget the feeling of him inside you.

Maybe he’s selfish, maybe he really is demonic, because he wishes that after this you won’t be satisfied with anyone else. He wants to fuck you hard enough you’ll keep wishing it was him, that it’s him who’s hitting your sweet spots and making you see stars, that it’s only him who can make you feel this good.

Satoru interlaces his hand with yours as he feels you tighten around him, the clamping down of your walls a telltale you’re near. You’re moaning, eyes dropping to where your bodies are connected. His cock is slicked with your arousal and he’s still thrusting to passionately, his hands touching you everywhere with the same ardor and impatience one would have when they know time is limited. And Satoru knows better than everyone that no amount of money can buy enough time in this world, because if such was a case, then he’d have done so long ago.

He silences his demons with the only way he knows how to; by kissing you and burying himself deep inside you, snapping his hips angrily as if they would counterattack his fears. Your hold on him is slipping from the sweat dripping down your bodies, but he doesn’t stop, his cock further stretching you out because he’s growing impossibly bigger.

Satoru’s cock twitches inside you, the motion pulling a gasp from you. He bites down on your shoulder, one hand gripping your other leg open as he grunts into your skin, his thrusts focused more on power than speed. He hits deep each time, the sensation of him sliding out slowly only to push back in vigorously to make your pussy throb too intense for you to even form proper sentences. He’s getting nearer, his thrusts growing more fervent and impatient. Satoru thumbs at your clit to coax you into following him, and with his thumb rubbing your clit and flicking it side to side, you end up finishing before him, your moan high-pitched and broken. He eagerly swallows the sound by releasing after you, refusing to pull out even as he feels both your cum trickle afterwards.

The sensitivity is too much for you that you have to push him away, and he complies, falling at your side but not before wrapping an arm around you first. His heartbeat is pumping under you, your hands tracing circles at his chest while he holds you impossibly close, littering kisses at the crown of your head.

It’s clear that something is wrong, but he won’t tell you no matter how much you ask. You know firsthand how annoying it is when someone can’t respect your space, so you close your eyes and let sleep overtake you instead, basking in the after sex glow and relieved only by his touch.

Hopefully, you think to yourself, he can tell you another time.

“Satoru,” you murmur seconds before falling asleep.

“Yeah?”

“If there’s something wrong…you’ll let me know, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he lies through gritted chest, pushing your head deeper into his sweaty chest. He has a habit of doing this; of pushing you close so you don’t see his face, so you don’t see the tears streaming down his face that are soon lost in your hair. You think that maybe he’s just breathing hard after work and fucking you, but he’s torn inside, feeling too broken that not even you could help fix his heart.

But you’re still there, and that’s enough for him. So he keeps his lips planted on your forehead all the way until the first sliver of light extends its fingertips over the horizon, the orange glow bathing you in an ethereal light while his body remained in the darkness.

It serves as a painful reminder that he’ll never be worthy of your love, that he’ll never earn the blessing that is your heart, that you’ll never truly love him the way he’s always wanted to be loved. Maybe now you think you do, but it will change once the darkness reveals his true nature, and the thought of you pushing him away hurts a lot more than having never been loved in the first place. To him, it’s a thousand times worse when you get a taste of something, only to have it pulled away from you.

And the longer he stays there next to you, he can’t help but picture your smile soon turned into a look of fear, your body bruised with marks and blood instead of his love bites.

They call him the notorious mafia leader who bows and yields to no one, but it’s not true. Gojo Satoru most definitely has his weakness, one that came into a form of his lover, and he can’t handle that you’d get hurt because of him someday that he believes it’s just better to let things be this way.

He’s silent from when he leaves the bed, refusing to look at you one last time as a final resolve of whatever is left in his strength. He quickly dresses himself and picks up your discarded robe on the ground, folding it and leaving it on the counter before shutting the door, the sound of his footsteps mute compared to the frantic beating of his heart.

Geto is already there at the lobby, his face empty yet eyes filled with sympathy. He opens the door for Satoru who slides in wordlessly, his lips pulled into a thin line while he punches in zeroes upon zeroes.

The words transaction complete flashes before him, and for a split second, he gets the urge to run back inside to hold you. But Geto clears his throat from the passenger’s seat, nodding at his phone that Satoru visibly deflates. His hands are numb the whole time he deletes your photos, your videos, and erases your contact, but it only hits hard that its over once he chucked the phone out the window, watching through his sunglasses as the device is crushed under another speeding car.

Its over, its over, its over – it keeps chanting at his head, and he wants to punch himself, wants to never see another daylight again every time he imagines you waking up alone and unable to find him. He wants to be sad, and he is, but there’s that relief blossoming inside him anyway that whispers its over, you’re safe that he can’t help but think…its okay, its over.

With that, Satoru rolls up the windows and nods at the driver who’s been waiting for him the whole time. He makes eye contact with a proud Geto from the rearview mirror, concealing his heartbreak with a laugh as he crosses his leg over the other.

“It’s over,” he says more to himself, “Let’s go.”

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. That’s the reason he got this far in life in the first place, he’s got his tenacity and dedication to thank for. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins as well, and he also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

And the punishment of loving you – only to have you slip from his arms – is a punishment he’ll wholeheartedly accept.

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young royals ( 2021 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from netflix’s swedish ya drama. non-contextual spoilers. trigger warning for mentions of sexual activity, drugs, alcohol, death, implied internalised homophobia, bullying. alter as you see fit ♡

“at least you can stay for a cup of coffee?”

“hey, wait up. did you sleep together?”

“he's probably making out with someone. forget it.”

“i can't take it anymore.”

“what are you doing?”

“and he had to finish your sentence. what's going on? you like him.”

“every time you see your dad, you get all depressed.”

“you're still here, so obviously you must want something.”

“are you high? what the hell are you on?”

“does this make you horny?”

“i like [town name], but i don't want to live here forever.”

“you can leave now. go home. i'm staying here for the weekend.”

“do you want chocolate?”

“how do you feel?”

“it's kind of hard to tell them apart, you know.”

“you're a worthless drunk.”

“you … you need to figure out what you want. and you can take all the time you need. and i respect that. but you have to do it by yourself. i don't want to be anyone's secret.”

“you have to stop pretending that you're not afraid.”

“that's the thing, i just don't want that.”

“it's something new. something fresh.”

“can we talk privately for a minute?”

“and if anyone gives you a hard time, you know, just let me know, and i'll take care of it.”

“you do know you don't need to hide?”

“are you gonna let us in?”

“promise to let me know if there's anything i can do.”

“hey, we won't go blind from your moonshine, right?”

“i'm just getting a good vibe. that's all.”

“you're so fucking pathetic.”

“you realize that this will have consequences?”

“he's such a fucking idiot.”

“i wanted us to have a few minutes alone.”

“when you're young, love feels like the most important thing in the world.”

“i really like you.”

“felt like i had to rescue you from that situation.”

“it got so damn hot in there, i thought i'd get some fresh air.”

“you are allowed your own opinions. it's cool.”

“i've seen the way you look at each other.”

“here, this one is a little big for me, but i think it'll look great on you.”

“do you think royal dick is different than regular?”

“you're the only one here i feel i can actually talk to.”

“i haven't heard anything yet, but i'll tell you as soon as i do.”

“you can't just lie here jerking off.”

“i don't want to go to some fucking boarding school!”

“i've missed this place so much.”

“are you going to horror movie night on friday?”

“but i like you. and that is not fake.”

“you don't need to share everything.”

“we should go to a concert again sometime.”

“you're fucking crazy!”

“where have you been? i've been trying to reach you.”

“just don't use the school's wi-fi for porn surfing. could be embarrassing.”

“but no matter what, they can't dictate what you say.”

“sorry about last night.”

“i don't want to talk to you!”

“i don't wanna sound like an idiot.”

“i was thinking, would you like to have a sleepover at my place? because that's something friends do. it's going to be really cozy.”

“i think maybe we should forget about that.”

“you can't really see that it is you.”

“i mean, it could be anyone. it's so fucking stupid.”

“i don't want to say anything.”

“now you're doing it again. you're trying to take care of me.”

“i can take it, it's okay.”

“that's not true. i haven't spoken to my parents.”

“we haven't done anything wrong.”

“you're beautiful! you're so beautiful.”

“i'm gay, [name].”

“seriously? what the fuck is your problem?”

“you keep letting people piss on you!”

“i just assumed you didn't want special treatment.”

“keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“so you thought you'd start spreading false rumours without having any proof?”

“i just didn't want to lose you.”

“uh, there's pizza left if you want some.”

“everybody thinks you're perfect. you know that, right?”

“he's just been outed.”

“i'm going to fuck this up.”

“he bloody ruined my fucking life!”

“why are you sitting in your room sulking when you have a crush to hang out with?”

“hi. sorry, i was feeling a bit better. so i thought it was okay that i hung out with some friends.”

"everyone should be allowed to live as gay or straight or whatever they want.”

“i woke up in my own bed. that's always something.”

“could i just have one second? just one second alone, please?”

“i’m sorry. but it was, like, the only way.”

“i thought, everyone deserves a second chance.”

“i'm sorry about the mess. i wasn't expecting such distinguished company.”

“i just don't want you to be treated badly again.”

“oh, fuck.”

“you don't even… aren't you even gonna answer me?”

“i didn't know that one was supposed to sign up.”

“in real life, you don't pay to get ahead.”

“and what the fuck does your dad do?”

“let's try to have some table manners.”

“it's, like, really serious.”

“who the hell can live like this for three fucking years?”

“that's what happens when you buy the cheap ones.”

“i need your help with something. ”

“being a prince is not a punishment, but a privilege.”

“it's awesome to just chill out.”

“or maybe he lied about that too. what do i know?”

“you have to give people a chance.”

“you have to try to see it from my perspective.”

“what the hell's this?”

“what happened to "we should forget about it"?”

“stop being so fucking stubborn and try to understand my situation.”

“sometimes it's better not to say everything.”

“i was just bored.”

“have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“sometimes it's better to keep quiet.”

“can i get you some coffee?”

“nobody else cares about these things.”

“i lost track of time.”

“everybody does the same things and everybody knows everybody.”

“thanks for rescuing me yesterday.”

“remember when he came up to us the first week and was like, "what's up?"”

“i need you to delete all our texts.”

“i can't keep doing this anymore.”

“are you gonna let them go on with their bullshit?”

“i want to be with you.”

“here's a blanket, a pillow, and bed sheets. there you go.”

“okay, yeah. you don't seem to have grasped what i'm trying to say.”

“it's usually boring as hell.”

“he's been dealing to us for months.”

“i don't want to talk to him.”

“don't you wanna date [name] anymore?”

“i don't know why he's started texting me again. he knows i don't want anything to do with him.”

“yeah, we had a shitload of drugs.”

“we could murder someone, and nobody would say a word.”

“she needs some fun.”

“he's just doing it to fuck with me.”

“it's such a weird question.”

“i just wanted to say hi. i don't believe we've met. ”

“but i still want us to be friends.”

“if i were to stay here… would you… like to keep me company? just you and me.”

“everything's, like, upside down now.”

“have you always lived here?”

“damn it. sorry. shit. i completely forgot.”

“i'm sure someone has a story to tell.”

“you've got to put yourself first. i mean, no matter what he thinks about it.”

“come on! you can't just sit there stuck in your room.”

“you can snuggle up in my safe arms if it gets scary.”

“i want to live a normal life.”

“let me have a look. you can hardly see it.”

“any other dick that's been sucked?”

“you just expect everything to be on your terms.”

“i want to know everything!”

“you don't have to go there. i'll take care of myself.”

“has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?”

“i'll just stay in and go to bed early.”

“thanks for explaining the schedule.”

“i'd rather die.”

“i don't want you to be mad.”

“promise to tell me if something is wrong.”

“i can't be dressed like this if you're dressed like that.”

“it's really complicated.”

“it feels like you don't care what people think about you, or if you have a lot of friends and stuff.”

“nobody asked you to come. feel free to leave if you want.”

“well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this!”

“there isn't so much to do around here.”

“you've become such a snob.”

“i know you're only trying to help me.”

“do you like it here?”

“i don't wanna go in there. we're not even invited. fuck this.”

“don't you think it's weird [name] invited us to come?”

“if they hadn't been here, would you've, uh, made out with me?”

“so, you're an actual proper couple now?”

“you're thinking about someone else.”

“you're right. we're doing this together.”

“thanks… for nothing.”

“why are you even so obsessed with him?”

“i want you to hold me.”

“call me when you want to be picked up.”

“what the fuck do you care?”

“i don't think we're a couple or anything. i don't know what it is.”

“you never asked me!”

“your focus should be on comforting me so that i can comfort him.”

“it's not that hard. you have to be able to keep up appearances.”

“famous people make videos like that.”

“maybe somebody forgot to tell me, as usual.”

“just make a move on [name] and show him what you want.”

“you wanna stay a while and jam?”

“have you talked to your parents about it?”

“a diverse bunch of losers, who'll never amount to anything.”

“why can't i decide how the hell i want to live?”

“apparently, i'm the only one who doesn't know everybody.”

“i used to have straight a's on every test.”

“it will damage our reputation.”

“i'm fucking starving.”

“why is it called tax "evasion" but welfare "scam"? it's all right that rich people cheat, but when poor people do it, it's messed up. for rich people, it's not even called "welfare”, it's called "deduction."”

“what the fuck is rowing?”

“what the hell have you done, [name]?”

“good voice, man.”

“why can't i just have a relationship with him?”

“did you have fun last friday?”

“all the people are fake. they're made out of metal.”

what do you want me to say? i'm sorry!”

“is this some kind of prank?”

“i like you when you are yourself!”

“but you like him, don't you?”

“she shouldn't talk to you like that.”

“are you into him?”

“something's not right, i think we should head back to the road.”

“do you have trouble sleeping?”

“doesn't anyone care what i want?”

“just don't tell anyone that i've been here.”

“i was going to text you back, but…”

“your only mistake was that you hung out with the wrong kind of people.”

“i just wanted to help.”

“i know you'll use anything to get high or drunk.”

“it's time to stop being so selfish.”

“i just want my fucking money.”

“you should've planned ahead. didn't you bring a sandwich?”

“who the fuck wants to be normal anyway?”

“you fucking told me you were the one i could always come to!”

“i take it back.”

“i can see there's something going on.”

“i have to finish getting ready, so if you could please leave.”

“no one likes me when i'm myself.”

“i hope you have a nice christmas.”

“i'm gonna do the wrong things, say the wrong things.”

“my mom is gonna kill me.”

“do you remember what you said to me last night?”

“i cannot be dragged into this.”

“i like you too.”

“you're no longer a part of my family.”

“it's well-suited for smaller people.”

“i assume that he thought that it would make him popular.”

“i didn't ask for this!”

“it's no problem. i like doing it.”

“it feels like i'm gonna throw up.”

“don't i get any breakfast?”

“whatever i do, i can't do anything right.”

“we haven't been to any party whatsoever.”

“did you get my texts?”

“i think it sounds romantic.”

“uh, wait, you have to come to the horror movie night on friday.”

“i liked what you said in there, [name].”

“okay, maybe he used to be a player, but love can actually change you.”

“it's nice to make an effort and dress up for dinner.”

“i'm in a fucked-up situation and i'm trying to talk to you.”

“you don't understand. i was gonna pay it.”

“you're not that kind of guy.”

“i was about to go outside and, um, do you wanna come with?”

“what about me?”

“it was… okay, i guess.”

“can i sit with you?”

“you call this a scary movie?”

“i have a million things to take care of, i don't have time to talk to you.”

“have you lost it completely?”

“but i'm starving.”

“this past year has been difficult for me.”

“i don't get it. she's making it into such a big deal.”

“no, this won't work. just take it off, please.”

“i'm not like that.”

“fuck you. it's not a crush.”

“then i know that i can't count on you.”

“can't you come see me in [town] sometime?”

“it's just that we can't be seen together.”

“he was still sleeping when i walked in.”

“doesn't bother me at all. i've seen it. absolutely. 100%.”

“[name] is really getting on my nerves! seriously.”

“i want us to be friends again.”

“i thought you and [name] were friends.”

“make sure you check your dms. okay?”

“you think it's fun to fuck with people like me?”

“never spend money you don't have. okay?”

“you think i'm stupid?”

“this sucks.”

“how nice to see some smiles.”

“this isn't just about me, but my entire family.”

“i'm going to marry her.”

“are you threatening me?”

“don't you realize the shit storm that follows if i come out?”

“i don't want you to talking to her.”

“remember what we saw during movie night? when they sat next to each other?”

“i love you.”

“i just want to hang out with you.”

"there's no point in having a back-up if you never use it."

“pretend i'm saying something clever.”

“how's [name]? he must be totally devastated.”

“what do you think they think we're talking about?”

“everything is fake. everything in the world is fake.”

“[name] is dead.”

“it just wasn't what i thought it would be like.”

“since when did you start liking him for real?”

“what a fucking douchebag. god!”

“what the hell are you saying? chill out!”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #it's long but i like my memes chunky <3 #lemme know if u'd prefer i do things in parts tho !#also everyone watch this show immediately :knife:

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mummybear · 3 years

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Finally, I’ve Found You.

Words: 4938

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, ABO, Protective Sam, Possessive Dean, Claiming, Scenting, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control, Hair Pulling, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, knotting....Think that’s it :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Bingo Square: @spnkinkbingo - Free Space - ABO Soul Mates

Summary: When your protective Alpha best friend takes you to meet his family, things don’t go quite to plan. You end up finding something, or someone, you’ve been looking for your whole life.

Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr Thank you again babe! :D

Divider: @firefly-graphics

Being an Omega in this part of the world was nothing short of a nightmare - Omegas were treated as slaves and fuck toys for Alphas. When your parents had died, you were even more scared than ever before. Being left alone in this world was terrifying, you hadn’t told anyone, not until you’d met Sam Winchester. He was an Alpha through and through,” - at least, that’s what he let the outside world believe. To you he was your best friend, and your protector. He was a complete sweetheart, even when you knew it was hard for him not to give into his nature.

The most that he ever did was snap at you, but that was only when his rut hit particularly hard or your heat or his rut started before either of you were ready. Even then though, he would lock himself away, or he would lock you away and keep you safe, until those days passed. You wanted to want Sam in that way, and you knew he felt the same, but neither of you had ever been able to bring yourselves to do anything.

There were times you’d talked about it at length; the possibility of you being his, but you’d always come to the same conclusion. It wasn’t right, for either of you, and it wouldn’t be fair. You were worried though, because if Sam wasn’t supposed to be yours, then who was? And were they even half as sweet, hot and caring as your best friend? You only knew what you’d been told by your other Omega friends, once you found your mate, you would just know.

“You ready to go?” Sam asks as he walks into your room, with a big excited grin on his face.

“Sam, are you sure about this?” you sigh as you finish zipping up your suitcase for the weekend.

“Y/N, trust me! My family are going to love you.”

“You know I trust you, more than anyone on the planet, but I don’t know if It’s such a good idea. I’m not exactly special, I’m just like any other Omega,” you sigh as he takes the suitcase from your grip, and you hear him huff quietly.

“I’ve told you before, that isn’t how any of my family see it. Besides, you’re my best friend, they know how much you’ve been there for me. Even if you are a giant pain my ass. Now come on, stop complaining,” he winks at you over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes and follow him out of the door.

“Fine, but you better not leave me on my own,” you huff out, locking the door behind you.

Luckily the drive doesn’t take as long as you thought it might, and all too soon you’re pulling up to a gorgeous home, with perfectly kept lawn and two classic cars in the driveway. You wring your hands in your lap, feeling the nerves creeping up on you even more than you’d expected. You can feel the need to be sick pressing against the back of your throat. Sam must notice because seconds later you feel a big hand on top of both of yours, and you feel a slight sense of calm start to settle over you.

“Sam, I told you not to use those Alpha powers of yours on me,” you laugh slightly, feeling grateful that he doesn’t always listen to you.

“Y/N, you’re shaking and you’re breathing too hard. I don’t want you passing out on me, just breathe,” he smiles gently, the complete picture of calm, as always.

It takes a few moments, but you finally manage to get your breathing under control, and your heart stops racing.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t think that’s ever happened before,” you swallow thickly, climbing out of the car and following Sam as he pulls your suitcases out.

Sam looks you over and frowns, “now you mention it, I’ve never seen you like this. Did we work out the days wrong? Is your heat due or something?”

You think on it for a moment as Sam leads you to his parents house, and over to the front door.

“I, uh, no. I only had one a two weeks ago. You know I only have one a month, it can’t be that.”

Before Sam can respond the door is pulled open, and a grinning couple fill the doorway.

“Sam! It’s great to see you son.” The older man steps forward and embraces Sam in a tight hug, that Sam returns with a big grin. Before turning to the older woman and doing the same. It’s clear to see they’re his mom and dad. The family resemblance is beyond obvious.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my mom and dad, Mary and John Winchester,” Sam introduces fondly.

“Great to finally meet you, Y/N! Sam has told us all about you,” John smiles warmly, giving you a quick hug which you return nervously.

“We really have heard so much about you, thank you so much for looking after our baby,” Mary grins, and pulls you into another hug.

“Now, come on inside you two,” Mary tells you both, moving aside so you can follow Sam into the house.

“Sammy!” You hear from down the hall, and you follow Sam further into the house, watching as Sam is embraced by a slightly shorter man with sandy hair. You smile at the display of affection. it’s so nice to see Sam surrounded by family, he’d always spoken about them, and you’re guessing this must be the brother he’d told you countless stories about, Dean.

Suddenly Dean looks up and his eyes lock with yours over Sam’s shoulder, you feel like a rug has been pulled from under your feet and you stumble back a little. Your heart thuds painfully in your chest, and you swallow thickly around the lump that’s lodged in your throat. You bite your lip as his nostrils flair and feel yours do the same as his scent hits you, and it’s like you can see his eyes darken before you.

Your words are stuck in your throat, until Mary comes to your side and wraps her arms around you, “Y/N? Are you feeling okay, sweetie. Do you need to sit down?”

Her voice sounds a little distant, like you have cotton wool lodged in your ears, but you hear her faintly all the same.

“Yes, please. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” you all but whisper, tearing your gaze away from Dean, as Sam pulls away from him to come and stand by your side.

Mary and Sam lead you into the living room and help you get settled on the sofa.

“Are you okay?” Mary checks again, as she sends Sam away to help his father outside with the grill.

“Y-Yeah, I think so. I think I just need a minute, long drive,” you explain as you try and reassure her, and she nods in understanding.

“Okay honey, if you need anything we’ll just be outside okay?”

“Thank you, Mrs Winchester,” you sigh, leaning back against the soft sofa, and you let your eyes close for a moment. You feel her squeeze your hand and the sofa dips as she steps away.

You suck in a deep breath and your eyes snap open, as an unusual but tantalising mix of scents fill your nose. It’s like leather, spice, oil and something you don’t quite recognise. Then your gaze falls on the door you’d come through earlier, and on him.

You sit a little straighter and shift awkwardly in your seat.

“Hi, you must be, Dean. I’m Y/N,” you practically whisper as he walks further into the room.

He looks you up and down and licks his lips, his gaze heated, like he can see through your clothes and it makes you shiver.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” his voice is almost a growl as he talks, and he takes the seat right next to you, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and your eyes lock with his, a complete calmness settles over you and you can feel yourself leaning into him. Dean swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he repositions his hand, so that his fingers are moving between yours, intertwining your hand with his own.

“Alpha,” you whimper leaning in closer, following his lead, until his forehead is pressed against yours.

“Omega,” he practically growls, scooting his body closer to you and breathing deeply, as his free arm curls around your waist tightly, almost possessively.

“There’s something about you… I don’t understand. I’ve never felt anything like this before,” you mutter, almost disbelieving, like if you say it too loud he’ll disappear.

“Neither have I, but I can smell it. I know you’re mine.”

He says it with such finality, and you want to believe him because, fuck, he’s perfect. Gorgeous, strong, great family. But beyond that you don’t know anything about him, you’ve literally just met, but something tells you that you can trust him, that he’s right, and you are his and he’s yours.

“B-But we’ve just met, Dean,” you stutter, as the hand gripping your waist slips just beneath your t-shirt and brushes your skin.

“Don’t care. You’re mine, I know you are. I can feel it, I can smell it, and I know you can too,” he growls as your free hand rests on his thigh to steady yourself.

“I can feel it, in every bone in my body, Dean. But we can’t,” you protest weakly, trying to pull away, but he holds your body tight against his.

He pulls back and looks at your face, “Is it Sam?” he huffs, and you can hear the unease in his voice, you can tell he’s forcing down a possessive growl.

“Why would it be anything to do with Sam? He’s my best friend, and that’s it. We both feel the same,” you sigh as he pulls away further, and you groan as your stomach rolls painfully.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I’ll let you rest, just pretend this never happened, okay?” he grits out, voice shaking as he backs away slowly.

“No, Dean, don’t. I didn’t mean you had to go!” you call after him, but before you can get up he’s already left, and you hear the back door slam closed.

Dinner had been really great, full of great conversation and stories of Sam and Dean when they were younger, not to mention the amazing food. It only made you more confused as to why Sam never cooked more often at home. But after ten minutes, something had changed with Dean, and he’d gone to eat in his room, claiming that he had to make a call for work.

You’re all now sitting in the living room, while Mary shows you photos of Sam and Dean when they were babies. When suddenly a wave of pain hits you from nowhere, and you grip Sam’s arm tightly.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asks immediately, and he looks really worried as he takes you in.

“No. Something’s wrong,” you whimper, wiping at your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. Sam carefully helps you to your feet and you cling onto him tightly.

“Mine.” Comes a growl from the doorway, snapping everyone's attention away from you and towards Dean.

“Dean? What the hell do you mean ‘Mine’?” Sam questions defensively, putting himself between you and his brother, pushing your body behind him.

“Alpha,” you whine, reaching for Dean, and Sam has to hold you tighter against his side, so you don’t fall to the floor.

Everyone seems to be looking between you and Dean, before John groans quietly, “Fuck, I shoulda noticed earlier. Sammy you need to let her go, son,” he tells his youngest son gently, as he walks towards you and Sam.

Sam looks at his father as though he’s gone mad and holds you tighter.

“No way, clearly Dean’s lost his damn mind, he’s not going anywhere near her. I’ve kept her safe for years, but I didn’t think I’d have to protect her from my own family.”

Your eyes lock with Dean’s and you whimper as he starts to walk towards you, feeling the slick gathering between your thighs.

“Sam. Listen to me, Dean must be her mate. You said yourself that Y/N isn’t due a heat, right?” John asks calmly, stepping between his boys.

“Not for another two weeks, why? What the hell does that have to do with anything?!” Sam exclaims with disbelief.

“Well, your brother has literally just had his rut. So by rights, he was safe, unless…” John trails off, maybe hoping Sam is understanding.

“Sam, please. I need him,” you moan pathetically, as John growls at his eldest son warning him to step back, in an effort to calm the situation down.

“It must be another heat, Y/N, it’s the only explanation. You’re not thinking clearly-” you unintentionally cut Sam off, when a scream rips through your throat and you double over in pain, with Sam’s arms the only thing stopping you from hitting the floor.

Dean whimpers and looks around his father, locking eyes with his brother, looking like a scared puppy.

“Sammy, please. Let me help her,” Dean groans, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

“No. I’m the one who looks after her, not you,” Sam growls defensively.

You’re starting to lose consciousness, and your eyes are heavy, sweat dripping from your forehead. You’ve never felt anything this intense in your entire life. Suddenly a smaller pair of arms wrap around you and help you sit back on the sofa, you look up at Mary, and she’s barely in focus.

“Honey, I need you to focus, look at me okay.”

“Can’t, Mary. I’m so tired,” you slur, feeling the sofa dip the other side of you.

“Doll, listen to me, you can’t fall asleep, you’re burning up.” Comes John’s deep voice from your other side, and you lean into him when he presses a cool rag against your forehead.

“‘mega, tell me what you need, let me help,” Dean whispers, carefully cupping your cheeks in his big warm hands. You force your eyes open, and you can see the pain in his eyes, and the tick in his jaw as though he’s clenching his teeth.

“Alpha, please. Need you, don’t go,” you beg desperately, reaching out and grabbing his shirt in your fists. Dean’s hands cover yours and he tries to hush you gently, and you notice that you’re both alone in the room now. Your legs are still like jelly, so when you try and stand you practically collapse into Dean’s arms.

You nuzzle at his neck and purr as his scent surrounds you, feeling your vision clear slightly as your lips press against his skin.

“Not here,” Dean growls, his voice deep, husky and thick with need as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style, putting a stop to your attempt to push his shirt from his shoulders.

You clench your thighs together as another wave of arousal grips you, and you feel Dean’s fingers tighten against your body as he carries you up the stairs. When you reach the second door on the left, Dean walks inside and then kicks the door closed behind him. He heads over to the large bed and lays you down carefully, before sitting down beside you, and brushing the sweat soaked hair away from your face. The familiar feeling of your heat coursing through your body is even stronger than it’s ever been before, and you can feel yourself curling around Dean as soon as he lays down beside you.

“It hurts, Dean,” you whimper, hooking one of your legs over his body as he wraps his arms around you and you find yourself rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to find some kind of release.

“Shh, sweetheart, just breathe. You’re makin’ it real hard to be a gentleman right now,” his voice is practically a growl, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You bite your lip as you look up at him, “I don’t want a gentleman, I want my Alpha. I want you.”

Dean’s arms tighten around you and you feel the growl in his throat right before you hear it, “Fuck you smell good ‘mega. I could smell you as soon as you walked through that door. Haven't stopped thinking about it since I first laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t understand how this all happened so fast, but I know you’re my Alpha, I can feel it,” you whisper as he cups your cheek and you feel relief flood your body when he pulls you into a kiss.

The kiss starts off careful and slow but quickly becomes more passionate, he gently pushes your hands back against the mattress, and you have to clench your fists to stop yourself from touching him.

“Stay there, baby, let your Alpha make it better,” he whispers against your lips between intense kisses that seem to be turning your body to liquid. Dean’s hands are exploring every inch of you, his touch is firm and a little rough, but it’s just what you need right now. You can’t help but moan into his mouth when he starts tugging at your clothes.

When he pulls away from your lips to look into your eyes, you gasp for breath, quickly realising only your panties remain. Dean hums in approval, cupping your breasts in his big hands and he gently flicks over your nipples with his thumbs, biting his lip as he watches your face for a reaction. You arch into his touch, desperate to feel more of him.

“Oh God, fuck,” you whine needily as Dean runs his fingers over your soaked panties.

Dean chuckles deeply, breath hot against your soft skin, and you shiver as he nips at your neck, “you want me to bite down just here,” he nips a little harder for emphasis, and you can’t help but moan as you struggle to nod. You arch your hips and moan his name as he pushes your panties aside, and he eases two thick calloused fingers inside your soaked entrance, slowly edging back and forth until they’re fully inside you.

“Mmm, of course you do, my needy little Omega. You want me to claim what’s mine? Want me to fuck you until you can’t see straight, and you’re coming all over my knot?” You can tell his instincts are taking over, his voice is deeper, and his touch is almost bruising, but in the best way.

Dean rips your panties away from your body with his free hand. You barely even feel the sting of them ripping, only the slight pressure on your clit as he pulls them up and off of you. Then he leans over you, and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, pressing his free hand to your stomach so everything intensifies as he picks up a steady pace. Then his hand shifts and his thumb presses against your clit, your hands immediately reach out, and you grab hold of the first thing you can. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on tight, feeling the muscle bulge and relax as he pushes towards release, the look in his eyes makes you want to give in to whatever he says.

There's just something about him being fully clothed and fully in control, while you’re naked and at his mercy that makes the Omega in you purr appreciatively.

Your stomach tightens and your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pushes you towards your first orgasm. You’re breathing heavy and writhing beneath him when suddenly he pulls his fingers free, and your body slumps against the bed, with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You whimper as you look up at him, wishing you felt a little less pathetic, because you would kick his ass if he was one of the Beta’s you’d slept with before. But this is an Alpha - your Alpha.

Dean chuckles, leaning back as he starts to pull off his clothes, and you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Oh my beautiful Omega, don’t make all of those pretty little noises right now. I promise I’ll make it better. But the first time you come for me I want it to be with my cock inside you, stretching out this tight little cunt.” You moan at his filthy words as he throws his shirt across the room, he’s perfect, and you can’t stop staring, unable to believe how lucky you are.

“Please, Alpha. I need to come so bad, wanna feel your knot.” The desperation in your voice is clear as you cling to the sweat soaked duvet under you.

His eyes lock with yours as a filthy and cocky smirk curls at his lips. You watch with bated breath as he pulls off his jeans and boxers, and his thick cock is freed from its confines.

“Hmm, am I your first Alpha, sweetheart? Your only Alpha? Is this the first knot you’re gonna take in that perfect little pussy?” Dean sounds far too pleased with himself as he asks those questions, but in the moment they only make you squirm more.

He strokes his cock slowly in one hand as he pushes his other hand between your legs, and his thumb circles your clit torturously slow. You don’t want to stop looking at him, but your entire body is shaking with need. You clench your thighs around his hand, trying your best to stave off your orgasm.

“Dean, please. I can’t hold it,” you whine desperately.

To your relief his hand falls away, and you suck in a breath, feeling the heat of his body pressed against you forces you to open your eyes.

“You ready?” he asks quietly, voice husky and thick with need, and you feel the wide head of his cock pressing against your wet entrance.

You can feel his thighs quivering against your own, it’s pretty obvious he’s holding himself back. You meet his eyes and swallow hard, knowing that you couldn’t go back now, even if you wanted to. You need him, you can feel it deep down.

“Don’t you want me on my hands and knees, Alpha?” you ask, voice breathy, and you shiver feeling his fingers digging into your thighs.

“I’m trying to take it easy on you here, ‘mega, don’t push me,” his voice has lowered to a growl, and you know you’re poking the bear, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, you need him to lose control.

You slowly drag your hand down his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch, and you hear him suck in a breath when your hand wraps around his thick length.

“I can take it, Alpha, want you to fuck me like you mean it.” Dean grunts as your hand moves over him and you turn your head to the side, showing him your perfectly clear skin, free of any scars and stroke your fingers down the side.

“When you claim me, right here-” you don’t get time to finish your sentence, because Dean has pulled out of your grip and his rough hands flip you over and force you on your stomach.

You barely have time to suck in a breath before he’s hauling you up by your hips. Dean spreads your legs and the head of his wide cock presses inside you slowly, but then his hips snap forward, and you scream in pleasure as you lose your balance. Your fingers curl around your pillow and your back arches painfully, as he pulls out almost all of the way and snaps his hips forward again. The grip on your hips tightens, to the point you’re sure there will be bruises left behind.

“How’s that, my needy little Omega?” he growls, wrapping his fingers in your hair and tugging your head back harshly. You can’t speak, you can hardly breathe.

“Ah fuck! Dean, please let me come!” you scream feeling your pussy spasm around his cock when he picks up a steady rhythm, deep and slow, and so hard you feel like your body is going to snap in half.

“Wait. I decide where I claim you, is that fucking clear?” he growls snapping his hips forward roughly.

“Fuck! Yes. Whatever you want, Alpha,” you whine obediently, impossibly close to the edge of a mind shattering orgasm. But even your body is refusing to disobey your Alpha.

“Mmm, good girl. C’mere,” he pants, tugging you back against him by your hair and nuzzling your neck. You don’t struggle, in fact, you find yourself relaxing against him.

“You wanna come all over my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Please, Dean, I need it,” you whine breathlessly, feeling his free hand roam your body slowly, as he cock continues to thrust into you teasingly.

“Then play with your clit while I fuck you. I wanna watch you fall apart, my desperate little ‘mega.”

The sheets are soaked beneath you both, his rut and your heat are in full effect now, and you know you’d do anything he asked.

You drop your shaking hand between your legs and start to rub circles into your clit, feeling your pussy clamp down around his throbbing cock. You cry out when Dean starts to pick up his pace, his thrusts are precise, rubbing perfectly against your g-spot.

“Ah! Alpha, right there!” you practically scream as he roughly tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side, exposing your neck and you feel his teeth gently tug at your skin.

The threat of him claiming you is enough to send you hurtling into the most powerful orgasm of your life. Your body shakes in his arms as he continues to fuck into you, your tight wet heat gripping him like a vice. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that Dean’s wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against him because you’ve gone limp in his arms.

“So sexy when you come ‘mega, such a perfect little pussy. You want it, baby girl? You want me to make you mine?” he grits out breathlessly. Your head is swimming as you feel another orgasm burning in your stomach, but his words are enough to make you moan in agreement. Dean chuckles, pushing the sweat soaked hair over one of your shoulders, “c’mon, ‘mega, need to hear you say it.”

You tilt your head to the side again and feel his tongue against your skin, “take me, claim me, Alpha. Wanna be yours.”

“Oh fuck,” he moans sucking hard at your neck, “gonna make me come ‘mega, gonna fill you up,” his voice is a broken rasp as he fucks up into you, his pace brutal.

He lets out an animalistic growl when his own release finally hits, and sinks his teeth into your neck, then you feel his knot swell inside you. His knot catches against your entrance as his cock pulses inside you, pulling another scream from you as your second orgasm shoots through your entire body. Gasping, you both crash down onto the mattress, with Dean’s body wrapped around you.

Your bodies shake against one another as Dean pulls his teeth carefully from your neck, and licks softly at his claim mark. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you take a deep shaky breath, as a feeling of being complete finally settles over you.

Dean presses kisses along your shoulder and brushes his fingers through your damp hair.

“Remind me to buy Sammy a house for bringing you to dinner,” Dean chuckles, his voice hoarse from your time together.

You giggle and lace your fingers with his, his hand feels so big against yours but it feels right.

“Just a house, huh?” you tease playfully.

He presses a soft kiss to your claim mark and he drags his teeth over your ear lobe, “mmm you’re right, maybe a mansion,” he whispers, every word punctuated with a soft kiss and roaming hands. You can’t help but be a little nervous, this is all so sudden. What if he changes his mind about you?

His cock slips free suddenly as his knot retracts, and he turns you in his arms, so that you’re facing him. The soft smile on his face is completely disarming, and you can’t help but smile back.

“I can practically hear you thinkin’, ‘mega. I promise we’re gonna figure all of this out.”

You sigh softly and lean in, kissing him for the first time in what feels like forever. When you pull away his intense green eyes meet yours.

“It doesn’t make any sense, but I trust you, Dean. You and me, it just feels right,” you tell him, and the emotion you’re feeling causes your voice to catch a little.

“That’s because it is. So, what do you say we get ourselves ready and go down to see everyone?, I think we have a little explaining to do, my beautiful Omega,” he whispers tenderly, cupping your cheek and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Probably a good idea, Alpha,” you agree, feeling a blush come to your cheeks as your fingers graze over the claim mark on your neck. You weren’t expecting your life to change so drastically in a day, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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