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milequaritchsslut · 1 year

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Kiri x flirty Reader (female, Metkayina)

Summary: Your favorite thing to do is annoy Toruk Maktos eldest daughter. Who knew she actually enjoyed it?

Note: this has been in my drafts for a month I’m so happy I’m posting it lmao 🫣

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You had always been a flirt ever since you were little. Before you even knew what flirting was you would do it. It was never a problem and nobody ever made a big fuss about it either. You love making the other na’vi of your age get flustered or look down in embarrassment as you complimented them or when they curled their hair in your presence just waiting for another snarky remark from you. It was your specialty and you would always deliver.

It was different though when Jake sully and his family seeked refuge in your home. Kiri Augustine was the first Na’vi to ever really catch your eye. She was beautiful and didn’t look like the average na’vi you would usually see. She was half human of course but it wasn’t just that it was the way she carried herself she moved so smoothly it almost got you flustered the first time you two held a conversation.

You had been helping the sullys unpack their luggage when you offered to help her.

“Let me take that, I wouldn’t want your pretty little hands getting dirty” quickly taking the box from her hands.

“And what makes you think that?”

“I-I didn’t mean it li-“ you were quickly cut off as she walked away grabbing another box.

After that incident you had been tormenting her everyday whenever and wherever you could. And you loved it, she would get so annoyed with you but never telling you to stop. You took that as a yes and continued your torment.

Today you had scheduled breathing lessons earlier than usual just to get on everyone’s nerves. Watching everyone one by one finally join you on a large rock near the shore. You noticed Kiri hadn’t joined you yet.

Turning to your twin sister Tsireya “Dyk where Kiri is?”

“Hmm no” she answered.

Lo’ak butting in “She couldn’t pick what she should wear today”

Causing a ripple effect of laughs to effect the group including you. That wasn’t like her though, she didn’t really care for things like that. Ridding your thoughts you noticed Kiri walking up to the rock and noticing your stare.

“Ah there she is!” You announced, with a fat smirk growing across your face.

“Yes here I am” she replied with an annoyed tone. Noticing your smirk she just glared you down only making the smirk grow.

“Come sit here Kiri, I saved a spot just for you” you implied, knowing that was the last thing she could’ve asked for.

Aa she say next to you she made sure that you knew she didn’t wanna be there. Sending you glares every few seconds as you taught the lesson.

Watching her practice your breathing techniques you noticed her heartbeat was fast.

“Here breathe in from here, and slow down your heartbeat” looking up at her, as you placed your hands onto her core.

Breathing in again she looked down at you, which only made her heartbeat pick up “Mhm” she agreed as you applied pressure onto her stomach trying to feel her breathe.

“No, you have to breathe from your core not your chest” you couldn’t help but smirk at her heart fastening from your touch.

She couldn’t even get a word out from her thoughts racing. She looked around at the group to only being met with stares and giggles at the scene unfolding in front of them. Were you flirting with her, or were you just trying to be helpful? She seriously couldn’t tell, her thoughts were quickly corrected as that smile crept onto your expression once again.

“I think I got it” pushing you off her, she did not have it in fact. She had no idea what she was doing, she just couldn’t take the stares anymore. The group got back to what they were doing as you went back to teaching them. You had gotten exactly what you wanted for the day.

The rest of the lesson you let her alone, afraid you might push too hard. That was the last thing you needed was for her to hate you. You enjoyed your little thing you two had.

Nearing the end of your lesson you watched as Kiri stood up and walked to her pod. Following her you quickly ran up to stop her from going any further.

“Hey kiri!” You smiled at her, you only got an eye roll in response.

“Yes?” Adding a bit of attitude to her response

“I was wondering if you wanted to come ilu riding with me at eclipse tonight?” You notcied your face getting flustered, hoping she wouldn’t notice you wiped some imaginary thing off your face trying to hide it.

“No thanks y/n” walking past you too annoyed to be hanging out with anyone atm.

“Cmon it’ll be fun!” turning around to walk side by side with her. She was a few inches taller than you, you didn’t mind as long as she didn’t make fun of you for it.

“I don’t think so y/n I will be tired”

“It’ll be so much fun Kiri i promise i won’t be weird” you promised, knowing damn well you would be.

“Hm-I guess, sure I’ll go” she answered, arriving at her pod she said goodbye and quickly entered.

It would be eclipse in about an hour so she was stressing out. She didn’t know why though. She didn’t like you at all, so why did she care about how she looked around you?

“Hello Kiri” Neytiri greeted her eldest daughter as she cut up fruit on a woven mat.

“Hello mum” she responded as she rushed to find a fitting outfit.

Noticing her daughters state she slowly stopped cutting and watched as she rushed “What is wrong Kiri?” She asked confused.

“I-i uhm have a date mother” still looking through clothes.

“Oh? And with who?” She was intrigued, she knew Kiri wasn’t one to be into these kind of things. So who could be so special that was making her unbothered daughter so bothered?

“With the chiefs daughter, Y/n” Finally picking a top she found fitting for the occasion.

“Hmm, I heard she’s a flirt”

“Yes she is- Is this cute?” Lifting up a top she had brought from her home clan.

“Yes, but do not be out for long Kiri” she warned, she didn’t know the sea very well. So she was skeptical of this place as she was with most things.

“Yes mom” she responded as she left to try on her top.

You on the other hand were excited, you were finally getting Toruk Maktos daughter all alone. You saw this as the perfect time to confess your feelings. It didn’t matter if she would reciprocate them or not. It was the fact that you were going to get them out. You enjoyed your little thing you two had but it wasn’t enough for you. You needed someone to rely on, someone you could talk to and she was perfect for you.

You were always asking Tsireya about her whenever they would hang out, and of course she told you. You were thorough ofc, you would ask ‘what was she wearing?’ or ‘what kind of jokes did she laugh at?’ or ‘what did you guys talk about?’. You enjoyed learning more and more about this woman, you were obsessed the day you met her. As eclipse came you mounted your ilu and waited for Kiri at the dock.

“I must go now mother goodbye” planting a soft kiss on her mothers forehead before running out

“Have a good time Kiri” she just smiled, the thought of what it felt like to be with Jake when they were young was running through her head.

As she ran out of the pod, she dusted off her clothes though they were perfectly clean. She had never been on a date before, since the boys of the clan just saw her as weird. It never wore on her confidence though, that’s what you liked abt her. She never let anyone define her self confidence, that’s what was so attractive abt her. She was so sure of everything about herself.

Noticing her figure drawing near, you put on your best face. Walking up, you lent out a hand to help her down, accepting it she smiled back.

“Your on time today!” You teased.

“Yeah yeah whatever, where are we gonna go?” In all honesty, you hadn’t really planned anything. You were too excited to think about the details.

“Hm I didn’t plan anything, we can go looking for seashells?”

“That’s sounds like fun” agreeing you both rode your ilu’s to the nearest island. It was a beautiful island. The trees there were different from your owns. They grew taller than any you’ve ever seen, they were still beach trees but still they grew in different directions. The beach there was also beautiful, the island was known for its waters. It was a calm place, you and your friends would go to.

As you planted your feet onto the familiar ground you noticed Kiri admiring the scenery. You patted yourself on the back mentally, you knew she would love this place. Her curiosity always got the best of her, and this was new so why not bring her to it?

“Wow y/n this place to beautiful” getting off her ilu, and taking in her new found environment.

“I thought you would like it” reaching for her hand you led her farther into the island. There was a watering hole in the middle of the island.

“Where are we going y/n?” Watching as your grip didn’t loosen as you picked up the pace till you were full out running through the island.

“You’ll see” letting her hand go as you got to the edge of watering hole.

“Isn’t it cool?” You asked, the watering holes water was pink due to the flowers that grew underneath it. During eclipse the moon hit the water at just the perfect angle, causing the water to sparkle from the light.

Dipping your feet in you encouraged her to join you, finally letting the water submerge your body. Kiri quickly hopped in causing a loud splash to scare the nearby animals away. Coming up for air you laughed at the way her hair looked wet, getting a push on the shoulder from her as she giggled.

“Hey!” You yelled as you pushed her back.

Pushing your shoulders down into the water, she laughed as you tried to fight back. Pulling her legs you got the upper hand as you clinged onto her for support. As you both came up for air again, you put your hands up in defeat.

“That’s what I thought” she mocked as she splashed around.

“So why’d you invite me here y/n?” As she pulled herself up from the water and into the sand.

Joining her on the sand you sat next to her catching you breathe. “Hm cause I wanted to tell you something”

A silence hung between you two, as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I enjoy hanging out with you Kiri- and I know you probably don’t feel the way I do, but I wanted to tell you I have feelings for you”

She looked at your amber eyes as you looked into hers, she hadn’t expected that. She just thought you saw her as another girl you could play with.

“I-I think I like you too y/n” inching closer, you let her lips slowly graze yours as she slipped her tongue in. Moving your hands onto her shoulders you leaned into the kiss as her hands held onto your curls. Her lips tasted like ecstasy in a jar. You had waited for this moment for so long. Pulling away you let out a breathe of relief. Catching your breathe you let out a low laugh.

“What’s so funny?” She asked still smiling from seconds ago.

“It’s nothing”

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timelesslords · 3 years

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I’ve Got This Fever

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In which Annabeth catches the flu, and domestic fluff ensues

Annabeth woke up in pain.

This wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence. Being a demigod, Annabeth was no stranger to pain. She’d had broken bones, burns, cuts, stab wounds…. you name an injury, Annabeth Chase had probably experienced it.

But this was a different kind of hurt, a hurt Annabeth hadn’t felt in a long time. Her head was pounding. Her mouth was drier than the Sahara desert. Her muscles ached, and even the soft sheets and pajamas she was wearing felt like knives on her skin. Despite being under a mountain of covers, she was shivering, bitterly cold.

There was no doubt about it. Annabeth was sick.

Annabeth never got sick.

She groaned, sitting up. That turned out to be a bad idea as a wave of nausea rolled over her, and she lowered herself back onto her pillows, falling the last half of the distance. She felt Percy shift beside her, woken from her movement.

“Hey,” he said, the smile fading quickly from his face as he saw her own expression, which was probably nothing short of miserable. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like crap.”

She surprised even herself with how horrible her voice sounded, raspy and dry. Percy frowned, reaching out and touching her forehead. He normally ran hot, but now his fingers felt cool against her skin, almost painfully so.

“You’re burning up.” he said, frown deepening.

“I’m freezing.” Annabeth croaked. As if to prove her point, she shivered involuntarily.

“That’s the fever talking.” Percy said grimly, “Hold on.”

He climbed out of bed. His warmth left with him, and Annabeth was left just that much colder, trembling under the covers. Percy couldn’t have been gone more than two minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

When he returned he was holding a thermometer and a glass of water.

“Temperature first. The water might mess with the reading.” He said, apologetic. She wanted to hate him for that because she was so thirsty she thought she might die, but she knew he was right.

Annabeth sat up slowly. Thankfully this time she just felt a little dizzy and not nauseous. The thermometer was cold and uncomfortable under her tongue, but Percy kept a steadying hand on her back, rubbing small circles into her shoulder with his thumb. With her oversensitive skin it almost hurt, but she leaned into the contact anyways.

When the thermometer beeped, Percy traded it for the glass of water. Annabeth nearly downed the entire glass in one gulp.

“A hundred and one.” he announced, flipping the display so she could see. The number was lit up in red, signaling that she did, in fact, have a fever.

“I can’t be sick. I have class.” Annabeth said. Her voice was a little improved by the water, but she still sounded kind of terrible.

“Just email your professors and tell them you can’t make it.” Percy said, as if this were the easiest thing in the world.

For him it probably was. He did his best with school, but he also wasn’t opposed to ditching class every once in a while and blaming it on a fabricated stomach bug, something Annabeth found absolutely abhorrent. She hadn’t missed one class in her entire college career, and she wasn’t about to start now.

“It’s fine. I’ll just take some tylenol and I’ll be good to go.” Annabeth said. Percy gave her an exasperated look.

“Beth. You probably have the flu, you can’t go to class like this.”

“It’s just a little fever.” Annabeth protested. Really, she was already starting to feel better. It was just waking up that had been the hard part, and some ibuprofen would knock her headache and high temperature right out. Percy didn’t look so convinced, but what did he know.

“If you say so.” Percy said, crossing his arms over his chest. Annabeth looked at him suspiciously.

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” she asked. Percy just gave a shrug, though his expression was a stubborn one.

“Nope. You can go right ahead.” Percy said, gesturing his hand off the bed. There was no way he should be giving up this easily, but if he wasn’t going to argue with her, Annabeth wasn’t going to be the one to start it.

She swung her legs carefully over the edge of the bed, glancing again at Percy. He gave her a go ahead look, so she did. The second she tried to put weight on her feet, her vision blacked out and her knees buckled. She would have fallen flat on her face if Percy hadn’t been waiting there to catch her. Her headache immediately doubled in intensity, and Annabeth groaned.

“Still wanna go to class?” Percy asked. He at least had the decency to sound sorry for her, even though making fun of her would have been just as deserved.

“That was mean.” Annabeth complained. Percy lowered her back into bed, gently pushing her shoulder so she would lie down again. Annabeth didn’t need so much convincing this time.

“It was the fastest way.” Percy said apologetically, brushing some hair out of her eyes “You would have fought me on it all day, otherwise.”

Annabeth sighed, but didn’t deny it. She probably would have been unbearable. She probably still was going to be unbearable.

“How am I sick? I never get sick. I’ve never had the flu in my life.” Annabeth said. She glanced upwards at Percy, who was looking very much like he was trying to not say something.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.” he said quickly, but Annabeth knew his expressions better than her own, and she knew when he was holding back.

“You’re thinking something.” Annabeth said accusingly. A smile cracked through his holding-back face.

“Should I not be?” he asked.

“You know what I mean.” Annabeth grumbled.

“Okay. I mean, I’m sure your immune system is very high-quality. I mean, it's yours, how could it not be?”

“Stop trying to butter me up.” Annabeth said, but she couldn't keep a smile all the way off her face.

“Who said I was buttering you up? I was complimenting your robust immune response” Percy said innocently, still grinning.

“Now you’re trying to distract me, but it won’t work.”

This was a complete lie. If he tried a little harder, it probably would work, and he knew it as well as she did. He caved anyways, which meant he probably did actually want to tell her what he was thinking.

“Okay, fine.” Percy said, “I was just going to say, you spent most of your winters at camp, which is totally isolated from the outside world, which means you haven’t really had a real flu season since you were like seven.”

“I went to boarding school.” Annabeth reminded him.

“Yeah, and you spent winter breaks at camp, or at your dad’s.”

He neglected to mention that she had spent one such break kidnapped by Luke and forced to carry the weight of the sky, which would have proved his point further, but Percy was not so ruthless during little discussions like these that he needed to bring up every last piece of evidence. Annabeth envied that restraint sometimes.

“Are you trying to tell me that my immune system probably actually sucks because it hasn’t been exposed to anything real since I was eight?” Annabeth asked. Percy bit his bottom lip.

“You said it, not me.” he said, with an apologetic shrug. Annabeth groaned again, rolling onto her stomach and shoving her face in her pillow. The sudden movement did nothing to relieve her headache; in fact it started pounding away with renewed vigor.

“But I got my flu shot and everything.” Annabeth complained, “I wash my hands all the time.”

“If you hadn’t gotten your shot you’d be feeling twice as bad right now, believe me.” Percy said. Between his ADHD-induced forgetfulness and his living in the city during flu season, Annabeth was inclined to trust him on that one.

“What do I do?” she asked, turning her face halfway off the pillow so she could look at him again. The sympathetic look he was giving her did not make her optimistic for his answer.

“Drink a lot of water and wait for it to pass.”

“That’s it?” Annabeth asked in disbelief.

“And keep an eye on your temperature.” Percy amended, “If it goes over a hundred and three I’m taking you to the ER.”

“Modern medicine is a sham.” Annabeth said. That elicited a laugh from him, at least.

“Go back to sleep. You can send your emails later.” he said, brushing a few stray curls behind her ear.

“I don’t know if I can.” Annabeth said, and it wasn’t even a lie or her being stubborn. She was still freezing somehow, shivering even though she was under blankets again.

In response, Percy crawled back under the covers, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled into his chest, stealing his warmth, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

“You have class.” Annabeth protested. She felt his laugh, a sturdy vibration in his chest, more than she heard it.

“Not anymore. I’m probably just as contagious as you at this point.”

Annabeth tried again.

“I’m going to get you sick.”

“Maybe.” Percy said, not sounding particularly bothered by it either way.

“But…” Annabeth trailed off. She didn’t want him to leave, but it also didn’t feel fair to keep him here, knowing she was probably condemning him to the same misery she was feeling now.

“Don’t worry about me.” Percy said, reading her thoughts, “I used to ride the subway everyday, I think I’ve had every strain of the flu known to man. And if you think I’m just going to leave you here shivering, you’re crazy.”

“I guess I’ll allow it.” Annabeth mumbled, scooting a little closer to him. The shakes were finally starting to dissipate, driven off by Percy’s warmth.

“Oh, you’ll allow it?” he asked. She could hear the smile in his voice, even if she couldn’t see it.

“For now.” Annabeth said, though she had absolutely no intention of changing her mind, and he knew it better than she did.

“Go back to sleep, Wise Girl.” Percy said, kissing the top of her head.

“Fine.” she said, too tired to think of a good retort. “Seaweed Brain.” she added sleepily, for good measure. She felt him laugh again.

It took a while, but eventually she managed to drift off to sleep again, curled up against his chest.

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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A threesome with tom × reader × Harrison when they become roommates PLEASE could you include... spanking? 😸

im sorry if this is so bad sdhvcwdhcvps the beginning is a bit shaky but i finally sat my ass down and wrong something so i hope you enjoy!

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Warnings : dom/sub undertones, spanking, mild degrading and humiliation, tom and haz being little teasing shits

Word Count : 1.8k

Roommates With Benefits

Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader x Tom Holland

“And that’s pretty much it. Oh! And you could always just put Percy’s bowl and bed next to Tessa’s. I’m sure she won’t mind, very sweet girl,” Tom smiled, pushing the tips of his fingers into the pockets of his jeans as he led you back to the kitchen.

“We’d love another dog in the house! Just be warned if you ever leave, we might not be able to let him go.” Harrison winked, blue eyes shining with the light shining into the kitchen, causing heat to quickly rise to your face.

You chuckled light heartedly, leaning against the kitchen island with your head down, avoiding the intense stairs of the two brits on your body.

Everything happened so quickly. Being kicked out of your apartment after having trouble paying ridiculous bills, seeing the ad during your job at the cafe and immediately calling the number in hopes that the offer for a roommate was still open. It wasn’t usually something you did, especially without any background checks but you were desperate and in that moment, you were ready to endure anything if it meant you would have a roof over your head.

What you didn’t expect was a cute british voice answering the phone who was very cooperative and patient, answering all the questions you had. You called him everyday after that, using the excuse of asking more questions but ultimately you both ended up talking about anything and everything. It was an immediate connection that only intensified when you met him the next week in real life after your shift. Shaggy brown hair, soft brown eyes and a figure that made your mouth water, you didn’t expect such a sweet human to take on the looks of a model.

But he didn’t come alone, next to him was a taller but equally attractive blond brit, with clear blue eyes and a smile that made your legs weak. You were surprised how composed you kept yourself while talking to them and with a firm handshake and exchange of phone numbers, a beautiful friendship between the two was born.

At least, that’s what you tried to keep it as. Both men were naturally flirtatious, constantly complimenting you then pointing out how flustered you got like it was some inside joke. When you would meet up with them after shifts, sometimes one of them would take your hand while the other stayed attached to you to the hip, along with a lot of subtle touches that left goose bumps in their wake.

It came to the point where your coworkers gave you side eyes, dancing around the question of asking if you were dating anyone which only made you more flustered.

After a month of spending time with them, the week before your lease ended, they invited you to their flat to show you around, not so directly confirming that they wanted you as their third roommate.

However, as you entered the house, tension started to build in the air, tension that you only noticed apparently since Tom and Harrison went on with the tour like everything they did was normal. Constant innuendoes, especially when they showed you where the bedrooms were, stretching their arms in already tight shirts, staying close by your side with small touches to your back and arm.

It kept you flustered, while your purpose being there was to find a place to stay, you couldn’t deny that the two brits were attractive, irritatingly so. After the month of getting to know them, you developed a pretty obvious crush on the two men but you were too shy to say anything, too many negative consequences filling your head.

You were happy to maintain a friendship, even if that meant keeping the constant heat on your skin in their presence.

“How do you know if Tessa’s any safer? I might just take her with me.” you teased, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh really?” Tom raised a brow, walking closer to you behind the kitchen counter, “I feel hurt that you’re already thinking of leaving.” he leaned on his left elbow with his ankles crossed over the other, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“To- to be fair... Haz was the first to suggest it.” you stuttered briefly, coughing to hide how nervous you became.

“Yeah, cut her some slack Tom.” the blond snickered, walking up to you, standing on the other side, arms crossed and muscles bulging, “Don’t want to scare her off too soon now do we?”

“Oh I don’t think we’re scaring her off Haz.” Tom raised his hand, taking your jaw between your fingers and turning your head to face him, “Are we scaring you love?”

You shook your head no, eyes wide and body frozen with the contact.

“We’re going to need words darling,” Harrison said into your ear, his breath heavy on the side of your head, his hand landing possessively on the base of your neck, “Communication is very important for us in a roommate.”

“Is it?” you squeaked, trying to process being suddenly sandwiched between the two men. They’ve never been this forward, thoughts running through your head that made you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of some relief.

Tom hummed, leaning up with his face right in front of yours, “So I’ll ask again... are you scared of us Y/n?” your name fell off his tongue like honey, sending a pang of pleasure down your stomach to your heat. You wanted nothing more than to hear it over and over again.

“N-no.” the pitch of your voice was high, enough to make you laugh if it wasn’t for the men so close to your body.

“Then why are you so tense, angel?” Harrison’s hand moved down your neck, trailing along your spine and staying in the curve of your back, right above your ass, “Anything we could do to help?”

“I could think of one thing!” Tom hummed, leaning in closer, brushing his lips along yours, “That is, if our lady allows it.”

“Only if you want to be our girl.” Harrison added, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck, “Just say the word and this never happened.”

“No!” maybe it was the sudden closeness, their hands on your body or the pet names that flowed so naturally off their tongue. Or maybe it was the build up over the past months, the fantasies than ran threw your head of this exact moment that all lead you to whimper-

“yes... please.”

...

“Ah- fuck.” Harrison groaned from behind you, his rough hands gripping your waist tighter as he pounded into you from behind, “God she feels so good around me... tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

“Wait till you feel her mouth mate,” Tom grunted, tightening his hands around your head. He looked down at your face, tears falling from your eyes, spit drooling from your mouth around his hard cock, some of it falling to the sheets beneath you. Out of his years of acting and traveling, he’d never thought he’d see such a beautiful sight.

“Oh I’m planning on it,” the blond responded, moving his hips impossibly faster, fingers digging into your waist, adding to the marks all over your body, “Not tonight though, don’t think the slut could think properly after this.”

Tom laughed at his friend’s words, continuing to bob your head on his cock, alternating between slow, calculated movements and a rough, punishing pace.

The humiliation only made you more wet and desperate for relief. You were right on the edge, have been since the night’s activities began. But the men wouldn’t allow it, constantly mocking and degrading you if the thought ever crossed your mind, threatening to not touch you for the rest of the week if you came without permission.

The fact that they planned to continue after this couldn’t even cross your head, mind too far broken down into just a toy for their use, begging and mewling for anything they gave you.

A harsh spank landed on your bum making a squeak erupt from your throat, muffled by Tom’s length. Harrison scoffed at your reaction, landing blow after blow, his hips losing rhythm as he neared his high.

“I swear she just gets wetter and wetter,” Harrison groaned, punctuating the last three words with a slap to your skin, “So fucking perfect around me I-” he groaned loudly, bending over slightly to reach deeper inside you, hitting a different angle that made you scream.

Tom was quick to pull you off his cock, one hand wrapped tightly around your hair, keeping your head up while the other moved quickly up his shaft. jerking himself off.

“Fuck, you look so pretty princess,” Tom moaned, “Ready to cum?”

You nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide as you kept your mouth open. The brunette grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up and spitting directly in your mouth, slapping the side of your face for you to swallow.

“Fucking beg for it then.”

But before you could respond, you felt pressure directly on your clit, Harrison’s cold thumb moving circles around the nub, pushing you further and further to your orgasm.

“Please! Please let me cum! Please Tommy!”

But the brit only laughed, “I’m not the one you should be begging too love,”

Tom loosened his grip of your hair only for Harrison to take over, pulling your back to his sweaty chest.

“Go ahead angel, beg so you could cum all over my cock,”

“Please... please Harrison,” you could feel the energy slowly fading from your body but your will to get off was just as strong, “Please let me cum,”

“Go ahead angel,” Haz grunted in your ear, “Fuck I’m gonna cum with you, bury my cock deep in your pussy, stuff you full,”

Without a second to lose, you let yourself go, finally getting that release you’ve been craving for that entire night. The feeling of the blonds cum filling you up made it more intense, along with his thumb still locked in place on your clit. It was an overload of pleasure, black spots clouding your vision but you still hyper aware of everything going on.

“Open your mouth pretty girl,” you heard echo in the back of your head. Without fight, your jaw slacked open, the taste of Tom’s seed hitting your lips, spreading across your mouth.

You were in pure ecstasy.

It took you a while to come back after such an intense moment, tangled in Tom’s arms while Harrison worked on cleaning your body, both looking down at you with admiration and awe.

“What do you think Haz? She good enough to live here?” Tom mumbled, softly petting your hair as you nudge your cheek against his chest, bathing in the attention.

The blond snickered from behind you, crawling over your body and leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, “She could live with us for the rest of her life after that mate,” you raised your head slightly at his words, eyes wide and blown. He gently took your chin between his fingers, pressing a kiss to your puffy lips.

“Free of fucking charge.”

#harrison osterfield #tom holland #harrison osterfield smut #tom holland smut #harrison osterfield x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield #tom holland x fem!reader #harrison osterfield x fem!reader

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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I've Got You Under My Skin Part 2

Author's note: Can you tell I'm inspired? A double fic post who is she? Dedicated to @serxeins because I know I can always count on you to read and comment and give me some good vibes.

Summary: She's not jealous.

He's not there the next day and it puts her in another foul mood, honestly who was he to invade her life like this and then leave as he pleased? She would be the one to send him away not the other way around, she was the one in control here.

She goes all the way to his house after work to inform him of this, slightly more prepared for his state of dress- he's only wearing a thin white shirt and flowy pants, both made of soft looking cotton.

"No wonder you're still sick. Look at you're wearing." She rolls her eyes at him not waiting to be invited in, he never waits for her and ignores her when she tells him to go away. It's their thing. Blatant disregard.

"That's shaming, that's no way to speak to a sick person. What medical school did you go to?"

"One that taught me to prioritize honesty over niceties."

She has more porridge but it's her mom's recipe the one she used to make when she was feeling sick and it was hard to keep anything down. She had suddenly remembered it the night before and woke up early to prepare it from sensory memory alone, she was hardly a chef but this was the only meal she could make without fail. If her eyes had prickled with instead tears as she stirred the pot that was no one's business but her own. She hadn't been able to make it for years now but for some reason she couldn't stop herself this morning.

"What's this?" He asks curious over her shoulder, his chin barely grazing her skin. She doesn't move away ignoring the thrumming his closeness elicits.

"Porridge."

"It smells good. It doesn't look like grandma's porridge. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." It's embarrassing admitting that she made anything for him, she feels like she's showing her hand far too much but can't get her mouth to stop revealing her heart.

"You're full of surprises. Let's heat it up."

He looks better now, no longer flushed and sweaty. The fever must have broken over night, he looks rejuvenated scooping the food into a pot and warming it up.

His house looks a bit cleaner today as well, the windows are open allowing a wonderful breeze to fill the space and sweep away the stench of sick in the air. She walks aimlessly until she sees a bit of material on the floor, bending to pick it up she glares at the material in her hand. It's a light pink scarf, thin and almost sheer. He has an eclectic style but this is indubitably a woman's scarf, she almost throws it on the ground in a fit.

"What are you doing?" He breaks her from her shock, walking towards her with twin bowls in his hands.

She almost hides the scarf away feeling ashamed of the searing hotness that rips through her chest like a current. But foolishly she swings her hand up presenting the offending item instead, narrowing her eyes as she peers at him.

"What's this?" She challenges, a voice in the back of her mind begs her to shut the fuck up but her anger pushes her forward recklessly.

He tilts his head looking intensely at the item before pursing his lips and answering, "I think it's a scarf."

No fucking shit Sherlock.

She looks at him unimpressed and unamused not quite understanding why she cares so much that there's a scarf- a feminine nother scarf in his house.

"I had a guest earlier. She probably left it." He replies lightly sitting their food down on the table and she follows him briskly still not satisfied with his answers.

"Give me back my porridge." She says childishly snatching away his bowl just as he's about to eat, the look of annoyance on his face brings her nothing but pure joy.

"What's your problem now?" He argues reaching for the bowl but she tugs it further out of his reach. With a long suffering sigh he stands up, stepping closer to retrieve the bowl but that move brings them chest to chest and she stares up at his bright eyes.

Bringing his hands up he touches the scarf in her hand, she drops it abruptly not wanting him to touch it at all now.

"Don't."

He stares at her long and hard, Adam's apple bobbing as their eyes lock. He shakes his head a tight smile on his face now and she wants to kiss that smug look right off his face. Wait.

What. What am I thinking?

The sound of his doorbell chiming breaks them free of this heated staring match, but not immediately he looks at her puzzled and is that something hotter, before slowly turning and walking towards the door.

"Hey, I think I left my scarf--"

A decidedly female voice sounds from the door and before she can second guess herself she grabs the discarded scarf from the ground and sashays over to the door. He looks completely surprised to see her walking over but barely reacts when she barrels next time, pulling the door open wider to see who's here to see them.

It's the new teacher that just moved into town, she hadn't yet been introduced to her but she'd heard nothing but bad things from the landlord. She was supposedly a man stealer.

"Oh! I didn't know you had a guest." The woman's gentle voice lifts in awe at her sudden arrival at the door.

"Here's your scarf." She thrusts the item fiercely at her, watching as the other woman jolts in surprise.

Du-sik looks curiously between the two seeming to feel the weird energy surging in the air.

"Miss Yoon this is--"

"Was that all you needed? We were in the middle of eating. He needs to regain his energy." She cuts him off, having no desire to be introduced to the other woman. The school teacher glances between the two of them being nodding slowly as if realizing something.

"Yes that was all. I'll leave you to your meals."

She watches as the school teacher disappears from sight, turning to walk back to the table.

"That was rude. Do you two have a problem with each other?"

Shrugging non-committally she pushes his porridge back across the space already digging into her own.

"Your meal will get cold. Stop saying nonsense and come eat."

He stares at her for a long time before retaking his seat and tasting the thick broth, she tries not to watch and wait for his reaction but it's probably a failure.

"It's delicious. I can't believe you made this."

Overlooking the backhanded compliment she hides her smile behind her spoon before looking up with a glare, "I'll never make it for you again." But it's an empty threat because she already made three containers worth in case he falls ill again.

"I'll turn off your electricity until you do."

She guffaws at the threat, grabbing the closest thing (a pen) and throwing it at him. It pings off his forehead and falls to the ground.

"Ow. That hurt."

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, no doubt her roommate asking about her whereabouts she had just suddenly disappeared out of nowhere after running out of the office. Swiping to open the phone she prepares for the onslaught of messages.

"---kiss it better."

She freezes at the words, dragging her eyes from the phone back up to his steady gaze. He's staring brazenly seemingly unashamed but the tint of red on his ears give him away, he's not at confident as he's pretending to be.

"What did you say?"

"I.....said you should kiss it better."

She has no clue what he's talking about but instinctively her eyes move down to his lips, blush pink and tempting they stand out on his pale skin. She wonders how they would feel under her own, if they would pucker up and press or bloom open giving her their sweet nectar. She wonders how many women he's kissed and if he's ever thought about kissing her.

"My forehead. I meant my forehead... because of the pen. I was just joking." He looks dazed now, still under her appraising gaze and she coughs swiftly moving her eyes and staring out the window.

"Mi-seon's looking for me. I should go."

Thankfully he doesn't comment on her running away again, he merely nods and collects their bowls.

"Thank you for the meal." She nods in response, her voice lost at the moment terrified of why she keeps coming here, what could she possibly want?

He walks her to the door, both of them dragging their feet and taking their sweet time.

"That was the worst part about not having parents."

She halts at his sudden confession, squeezing her fists tightly as she glances over at him.

"Not having anyone who cared when I was sick. It was never clearer how alone I was until those fleeting moments, there was no one to pat my back or bring me food or tell me I would be okay."

It's an ache she's used up, the ache of wanting something she'll never have. Years spent pretending she didn't miss her mother everyday. His honesty forces her own to the surface.

"That porridge was the one my mom used to make for me. I haven't made it since she...."

She doesn't finish her sentence but the look in his eyes tell her that she doesn't need to, he understands loud and clear.

"Thank you for making it for me. I'm honored." There is reverence in his voice as if he's never meant anything more in his life, it makes her heart tremble.

They don't speak anymore as she puts on her shoes and lays her bag across her body, reaching behind her he tugs the door open for her.

With a solemn nod she turns around ready to leave but a moment of temporary insanity makes her turn back and grab his shoulder for support, there's a look of genuine shock of his face before she leans onto the tips of her toes and presses her lips against his forehead.

Her cheeks are on fire as she draws back and his face looks painful from his red it is.

"You're going to be alright." With her last strand of courage she wraps her arm around and pats him on the back in comfort, his eyes are glossy and he looks years younger.

"I'm going."

She's aching to run but she walks away calmly until she's out of sight, throwing herself to the ground as soon as she turns the corner grabbing handfuls of her hair.

So much for being in control. Fuck.

#hometown cha cha cha #me again #i might be a bit obsessed #y'all know I love a little jelly cee #it gets the blood running #hong du shik #yoon hye jin

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aetherarf · 3 years

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hi! i love the way you write so much ❤️ Could i request somethjng with Childe and reader (who’s also a fatui harbinger and has known him since childhood) taking care of him after he overexerts himself with his Foul legacy transformation? sorry if this is too vague its ok if you don’t feel like it but thank you in advance take care of yourself!

This is plenty descriptive! Ty for the compliment! Btw yes the request to post right after this one is super similar so,,, yeah. that's coincidental.

Also tbh sort of thinking of it as a very very slow friends-to-lovers so have a fun confession and childe's brain bluescreening

[[ WARNING: ANGST, GORE ]]

[[ Summary: A longing for battle, refusing to accept ones limitations, and a degree of general insanity, all lead to Childe nearly dying in your arms.

Word Count: 1'380 ]]

It happened all too fast.

It wasn't uncommon for those who disbelieved in the Tsaritsa to try and rebel against her and her Harbingers, and all the Fatui. Most of them ended up dying off, only well after they realized that not only did they need the Tsaritsa to not suffer a horrific, Archonless fate, but that there were far more prepared to protect her.

It didn't mean there weren't casualties.

More than a few had seen you and Childe on a mission, away from those who could assist you, and thought you to be easy prey, either simply to kill, or to use against the Tsaritsa.

But Childe lived for a fight, and you wouldn't give up, you wouldn't let him fight alone.

A living soul turned into a corpse before you, you could only stare at it fell to the ground... Sorrowful that you had to kill someone who fought for what they believed in, but you had no choice.

You spun around, and your eyes widened in horror as not only did you see Childe surrounded, but shortly after--a chaos of lightning and light, exploding the bodies surrounding him in countless directions, but they weren't dead, the monstrous form standing their, head flung back with an inhuman, horrific cackle as he held the weapon made of pure electro energy, looking at those who still lived, a massive maw opening and letting out a deafening shriek--

Those who could still flee ran in terror, and those who did not were slaughtered swiftly, not given the time to feel the fear of death or agony as their bodies were sliced open.

And he turned his gaze to you.

"Chi-Childe... Ajax, calm down," you said, knowing that you couldn't fight him like this, "You need to get out of that-that form, it's going to hurt you."

However, he didn't respond, and his one eye was completely unreadable as he walked closer, staring at you...

And you stepped back, until you tripped over a corpse, landing on your back.

He kept approaching, and fell to one knee before you, leaning closer, and nearly crawling atop you, staring at you with the eye that could only remind you of the dead gods.

"Ajax--Please!"

And with that, the eye flickered, and he collapsed atop you. You had the air forced out of your lungs with the weight, but the hard, cold, mask-like face soon turned to yielding flesh, and the straw-like hair was now just fluffy, pleasant...

As you looked down at Childe, lying atop you, it looked like he was covered in stardust, that cursed form gone...

But while his eyes were open, he was clearly not conscious-

"Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax, please-" You sat up, trying to shake him, but his head lolled like a corpse...

You couldn't cry. Crying was risking too much. You could hear him breathing, and with your fingers on his neck, you could feel his pulse, as disturbingly slow as it might be.

You couldn't cry, you hoisted him onto your back, dragging him towards anyone-anyone who could help him, heal him...

You knew that this form-it hurt him, it destroyed him, little by little. Usually, he would give himself time to recover...

But what would happen when he had used it so often, back to back? Would it end up turning his insides to mush, as he had warned you about long ago?

...

It was a long fight, against the cold winter of Snezhnaya. You were more than familiar with, but it didn't make it any less agonizing.

A long drag to get him to an, admittedly, small Fatui Soldier encampment. A few communications later, you were with him as you returned to the Zapolyarny Palace, where the best healers and doctors in Snezhnaya, dare you say all of Teyvat, would stay, to take care of the Tsaritsa's Harbingers, and herself, of course, should she ever suffer even a minor cut or bruise.

It took hours. Hours of examinations, you sitting silently, weeping as the guards, as everyone simply did not look at you, not wanting to call attention to your agony...

Ajax, you thought, You can't keep hurting me like this.

Were you selfish, for his pain hurting you this way, as well?

Finally, you were able to sit beside him as he rested, not having woken up from it.

"He's severely injured, but he'll live."

You wanted to rip him to shreds, to scold him for what he was doing, throwing himself into the fight and wrecking himself for-what, glory? Fame? Some sort of hero complex?

But as you watched him lie there, you couldn't say mad. You just hurt. You were tired, so tired.

You'd wait.

And eventually, as you were all but falling asleep in the chair...

"Mhph. I feel like shit."

You woke up from your daze, looking at him--He was lying in bed, looking at his arms that had bandages, needles pressed into his flesh and connected to tubes. He didn't pull at them, but he set his fingertips over it.

You smacked his hand away from it-"Ow," he looked over at you, smiling in a daze, "Oh. Hi, I didn't know you were here. I missed you."

"... You idiot."

"I'm your idiot~" Even as weak as he was, he gave you a hearthrobbingly charming smile.

"You can't do these things," you said, voice quivering but fighting to be stern, "And still smile like that."

"Well joke's on you, I don't remember what happened," he said--he was, painfully, genuine.

"You nearly killed yourself is what happened!" You snapped, and then recoiled as you saw his eyes widen in shock-he couldn't even flinch. "I shouldn't have yelled, but... You used your Foul Legacy. Again. You-You just blacked out on top of me."

He stared at you, then turned his head to stare at the ceiling.

"So I did," he said, as though unsure of the events, "How long have I been out?"

You hesitated.

"Fourty-seven hours."

"Fuh-" He stared at you, "Fourty-seven? Have you slept at all? You look worse than I feel, and..." He coughed weakly, "I feel horrible."

"No, because-I'm mad at you, and I was scared," you said, genuinely, tears gathering in your eyes, "I love you and you just-you just keep doing this, you keep hurting yourself, I... I can't keep watching it."

Childe stared, and weakly, he pushed himself up, staring at you.

"You love me?"

You groaned, of course that's all he cared about,

"Of course I do! I'm-I'm so tired, Childe, of hurting every night, thinking I said my last goodbye. You never think about how you might hurt other people when you-you use that stupid fucking curse," you sobbed, weakly, too exhausted to openly cry.

He flopped onto his back... and he was quiet.

Both of you were.

Eventually, he scooted over, and he held his arms open.

"Can... Can we talk about this later? I want to die-ahem, I feel like I'm... I feel like death and You haven't slept in over two days."

You sigh, "Yeah, I'll go-"

"I didn't say go," He shifted his arms, emphasizing how he was holding them open for you. "Come on. Cuddle me. You know I love cuddling, and I almost died, don't I deserve it?" He asked, smiling sweetly.

"You deserve to be left alone to think about your actions?"

"... Please?" He asked, again, giving you puppy-dog eyes... and you sighed.

Well, at least you probably wouldn't accidentally bump anything that was monitoring him. You, delicately, crawled into the small bed with him, and he wrapped his arms around you, limply, and relaxed into the bed.

"Can we do this again?" He asks, barely a whisper.

"I'll do it whenever you want," you said, nuzzling up to him.

"What if I asked for it everyday?"

"Then everyday."

"Every night? With a kiss?"

"... then every night, with a kiss."

"Can I get a kiss now?"

You huffed, "Are you sure you want our first kiss to be when you're half dead?"

"Absolutely. It's a good story."

Instead of argue any longer... you pressed a chaste but sweet kiss to his lips... and he smiled, eyes half-lidded as he looked like he was dazed, dizzy, but oh-so-pleased.

"Happy?"

"Very. I love you."

"... I love you too."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #childe #angst #angsty bark #hurt and comfort #anonymous #request #bark writes #// i. struggled.

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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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

A/N: Shout out to @ideas-for-you-to-adopt for inspiring/writing a lot of the headcanons used for the “Bella Suspicion” part of this chapter!

I’m posting this a day early, because, well I’m flakey like that

* You spear another piece of pineapple, your teeth grinding together

* “I think that sounds perfect!” Lauren squeals lightly grasping Bella’s shoulder, Bella gives a small smile in return.

* You know what isn’t perfect?

* The fact that nothing is going according to plan.

* It’s already a month in and NOTHING has happened. You stab another piece of pineapple, sticking it into your mouth

* You’ve hung back in the school parking lot everyday for a MONTH, you were even late to cheer practice once, just to see if the “Tyler Van Accident” happened.

* Only it never did, and you didn’t know why until Lauren confided that she and Tyler had been hooking up lately.

* As in hooking up at her house after school before her parents came home.

* Of course it’s not going to happen when Tyler’s ditching his last period to drive to her house

* What a mess

* You chew the pineapple carefully, just like a human would. Because even though Bella knows LITERALLY NOTHING. She somehow suspects everything.

* You watch her from the corner of your eye, making polite conversation with Angela about biology next period.

* The amount of questions she has about you is ridiculous

* How did you meet Edward? How does your family know the Cullen’s? Where are you adoptive parents now? If they’re back in the states why haven’t you gone to live with them?

* It’s literally never ending. And that’s just her trying to poke holes in your story.

* You’re not even going to start with all the stuff she’s commented on your physical appearance

* “Hey don’t you think it’s weird they all have gold eyes?” You had heard Bella quietly ask Jessica when she thought you couldn’t hear

* “Not really, they’ve got like six kids, so when one kid needs something more of them do too. (Y/N) told me Alice wanted color contacts so Dr. Cullen just bought some for all of them.”

* And then the week before that, while you were doing a stunt at a basketball game Bella said:

* “Aren’t they like, too strong?” You were lifting up a girl all on your own.

* “Oh yeah- I guess you never saw the video, apparently they’re jacked.” Conner says, with a shrug.

* “Yeah they heard working out helps with stress when they were like 12 and just never stopped.” Mike adds absentmindedly

* And if that wasn’t enough she’s even said this a few weeks before that:

* “Don’t you think it’s weird how beautiful they all are?” Lauren wrinkles her nose, at the time she had gotten used to Bella but she still doesn’t seem to like her very much

* “Not really, I remember (Y/N) wasn’t all that pretty freshman year, they used to wear these really dorky glasses.”

* You had almost started to forget how good you had it, after you did all the leg work in the last two years to establish that you were normal -just kinda quirky- you had just started to enjoy the pay off. A little more lax with your appearance, wearing clothes you liked, doing more solo routines in cheer.

* Only for little Miss.Curious to show up

* Now you have to try extra hard to look human again. And not just you, the entire coven does, because when one of you falls under suspicion you all do.

* Rosalie’s been making her hair look messy every so often to give the illusion that she’s having a bad hair day, Alice wears a retainer every so often, even Emmett pretends to need the bathroom more than he usually does.

* This morning you even had Rosalie do a fake pimple on your jaw.

* If Bella wasn’t going to be your best friends’ future wife, you think you might just hate her.

* You kind of sympathize with Rosalie in the book now.

* “Hey (Y/N) are you in?” Conner asks nudging his elbow against yours.

* “In for what?” You mumble, spearing another piece of pineapple. Another downside is now you have to eat at lunch. Otherwise Bella starts asking why you never eat and everyone gets really concerned and starts force feeding you

* God, all those years of establish you have low blood sugar and acid reflux induced nausea for nothing

* “La Push beach, we’re all going this weekend.” You perk up at the mention

* Finally, something’s getting back on track

* “Can’t, cheer stuff.” You mumble, shoving your food around your plate with your fork.

* You don’t miss Bella’s meaningful glance on your mostly full plate.

* Oh great, you can practically see the question “don’t you think it’s weird how they never eat anything?” Forming in the inner corners of her mind

* “What about you Edward?” Lauren flutters her eyelashes and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

* Lauren’s still annoyed that even though they’re hooking up, Tyler hasn’t made anything official yet

* Alice told her flirting with another guy might help.

* “He’s not going either.” You say before Edward can even open his mouth. He doesn’t say anything just gives you a questioning look and a smile.

* Looks like he’s finding everyone else’s thoughts more interesting

* “Are you guys going on a date?” Jessica waggles her eyebrows and on the other side of the table Bella sputters.

* You roll your eyes

* “No Jessica, but if I can’t go have fun neither can he.” Technically you both are forbidden to go on tribal land but whatever. “Best friend code.”

* Also you’re pretty sure Edward and Emmett are going to Yellowstone to eat bears or something, like a couple of heathens

* The thought of eating straight out of bear, no idea what they’ve eaten or where they’ve been doing their business, makes you shudder.

* You did mention to them both that if they happen to find an orphaned bear cub somewhere to bring it back. You’ve been wanting to experiment with bear blood.

* “Best friend code.” Edward repeats slowly, and the look he gives you makes your stomach flutter. And it’s not because you just ate half a salad.

* You’re knocked out of the look when Conner bumps his knee against yours

* “Well that’s a shame, I was looking forward to seeing you in a swimsuit.”

* So Conner’s been flirting a lot with you lately. Kind of weird, your best guess is that he was hoping to date Lauren, but now that she’s kinda seeing Tyler, you’re starting to look good.

* “Maybe you should have a pool party at that fancy house of yours then.” The group laughs but Conner just smirks

* “Whatever you want babe but-“ the bell cuts him off and you give him a consolatory pat on the arm.

* You move to throw away the leftover food on your plate, walking with Edward

* “We’re ditching right?” You ask him as you toss the plate into the trash.

* “Yeah Mr. Barnes is doing his blood type experiment today.” Like he even needs an excuse to skip school. “Do you want to go to the bookstore or something?”

* You shake your head, that won’t do, when Bella faints Edward needs to be there so they can fall in love

* “Wanna just hang out in my car? We can listen to that new Debussy CD I got.”

* Edward gives you a small smile, like he’s not really happy

* “Whatever you want.”

* Wait what’s up with that.

* “Hey, (Y/N)!” Bella calls out for you and Edward grimaces.

* “I’ll meet you at your car” wait he’s not going to stay here? If this was a dating video game he’d be the kind of player that wasted all the capture flags and then complains when they end up all alone.

* He leaves just as Bella gets to you. She spares a fleeting glance in Edward’s direction, almost looking sad as she watches him walk away before she looks to you

* “Are you heading over to biology?” She really is cute, like a puppy. She must have been hoping to get a little closer to Edward.

* You almost feel bad for not warning her what with her issues on blood.

* “Nah I’ve got to finish my trig homework so I’m going to skip.” You fake a yawn.

* Oh, before you forget

* “I actually got you something.”

* You hand her a carefully wrapped gift bag, compliments of Rosalie of course

* “Vitamins?” Bella asks, her eyebrows threading together

* “Yeah, it’s like a vitamin powder, you just add it to water. We bought a big family pack so I thought I would share some with you.”

* Also because you’re 100% sure she’s anemic.

* Part of the reason you like the way she smells so much is because of her anemia, if it’s just the peach scent you can probably contain yourself.

* You wave goodbye and Bella looks down at the package in her hands with a goofy expression. She hugs it to her chest before her expression pinches.

* “I should have offered to let them copy my notes” Bella murmurs to herself. Smacking her forehead and walking to biology.

* When you manage to sneak out to the parking lot through the gym doors, you see Edward leaning against your car, looking bored as he looks to the tree line

* “Why didn’t you sit inside? You look like a douchebag.”

* “I would have if someone had given me the keys”

* Like that’s stopped him before

* You unlock the car, letting it start with a hum before you pull out your trig homework

* You weren’t entirely lying to Bella, you really hadn’t finished you homework

* Edward pulls out a book from his bag, you’re not ashamed to say you’ve gotten him super into “The City of Ember” series

* “Hey why did you walk away when Bella came over?” you’re only half curious, mostly just trying to make conversation. “You don’t hate her do you?” You add with a laugh.

* The mere thought of Edward Cullen hating Bella Swan is laughable.

* “Yeah I do.”

* You find yourself coughing from the sheer shock.

* “You mean she frustrates you because you can’t read her mind.” Edward has spared you a concerned glance when you started coughing, but has turned his attention back to his book

*” No I mean I don’t like her, and I don’t like being around her.” He doesn’t look up from his book as he says it.

* “But why?” Yeah she’s a little plain, and she’s still pretty shy even though you’ve been hanging out for a month and all those damn questions

* But she’s got good taste in books, and she’s pretty straightforward.

* She’s not the type of person to go behind your back, if you did something to upset her she’ll tell you straight to your face.

* Honestly she’s a lot like Angela, minus the hidden cunning nature.

* Edward eyes narrow and a heavy sigh escapes him. His head tilts back to rest against the passenger seat headrest.

* His neck is so long and white. The color of freshly fallen snow. You can’t help but think of how pretty it would look covered in hickeys.

* Like poppy’s blossoming in the snow.

* Can vampires get hickeys? Would it just be like black instead of red since none of you really have blood anymore.

* “I just don’t like-” He cuts himself off when his eyes meet yours, they seem to shine brighter for a moment, and you tilt your head. This feels like a meaningful look.

* Edward sighs and looks away.

* “I just don’t like her vibe.”

*”Vibe? Are you an Edward shaped imposter?” you see him mouth ‘Edward Shaped Imposter’ as you both laugh.

* “Where did you learn to say these things?” He asks between laughs. You mock gasp.

* “The real Edward would never ask me that because he’s too afraid to know! Who are you really? What planet are you from?” Your hands move to his face, his face is as smooth as marble, lingering warmth. You leaned in without thinking about it, only a few inches away from him.

* You’re so close you can smell him. He always smells good, like something ancient and profound. Rosemary and argon oil.

* Your hands are still on his face and he’s grinning.

* You gulp

* You’re trying to think of another ridiculous imposter joke you can make wen you catch a familiar head of blond hair through the window.

* “Is that Mike and ... Bella?”

* This is a lot sooner than you thought, it hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.

* Edward looks almost bored as he follows your gaze.

* “Yeah, looks like she made herself sick, she’s - what’s that word for when people are afraid of blood?”

* “Hemophobia?”

* “Yeah, that’s what she has.”

* You wait for a second, releasing his face from your hands, but instead of moving to open the door he slumps back into his seat, eyes focused on his book.

* “Don’t you think we should go help them?” He shrugs.

* The f*cking criminal just shrugs.

* WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?!?!

* Human or not, there’s no world Edward wouldn’t at least think about helping someone who’s in trouble.

* You’re starting to think this really is an Edward imposter.

* You watch Bella lean on Mike, stumbling down the crosswalk to the nurse’s office in the next building.

* You can’t watch anymore

* ‘You know you-” You words finally get Edward’s attention as he looks up from his book. “You are wasting all the capture flags!” You shout before sliding out of your car and jogging over to Mike and Bella

* “Mike! What happened?” He’s so surprised to see you his grip on Bella goes slack and she falls out of his side hold.

* “Oh crap!”

* You rush to catch her, swinging her into a princess hold.

* What was Mike struggling with so much? She’s not very hea - oh right you’re a vampire.

* “Are you alright, I know she’s kinda heavy.” Well that’s not very nice to say about a girl, besides she’s pretty skinny. Can’t be more than 120 pounds.

* “It’s no problem, I do it for cheer are all the time.” You do a fake grunt as you pretend to get a better hold on her.

* The movement jostle her awake, her eyes fluttering open. She’s still in a dreamy state, her eyes are unfocused.

* “(Y/N)?”

* “Hey buddy, looks like ya fainted, squeamish around blood huh?”

* “How do you know we were doing the blood type experiment?” Mike asks.

* Oh crap. You were skipping, you weren’t supposed to know that. Even worse you brain can’t seem to come up with a valid excuse.

* “Alice told us about it, (Y/N) used to be squeamish around blood when we were kids, didn’t want to take any chances” You let out a sigh of relief when you see Edward walking towards you. At least he’s not completely heartless.

*”Then why were you skipping?” Mike asks scratching his head. Edward shrugs

* “They can’t go to class, then I won’t go either.” And then the criminal looks you straight in the eye and says with the cheekiest smile imaginable:

*“It’s the best friend code”

* Oh f*ck off Edward.

* You almost want to scoff when he takes Bella from your arms and into his.

* SO now he wants to care about the capture flag.

* You let him take her though, You swear you see her stiffen and frown when he holds her.

* That can’t be right, she seemed super relaxed when you were carrying her.

* “I-I’m fine I can walk.”

* “No you can’t.” Edward bluntly says.

* Even when he gets to capture event, he says all the wrong things. You sigh as you walk behind him. Only to notice another set of footsteps by you.

* “You can go back if you want Mike, Edward won’t kidnap her or anything.” He might throw her into the lake though.

* Mike shakes his head. “No it just seems wrong to not make sure she at least gets to the nurses office.”

*You smile, he really is a kind boy.

* “Also I’ll be damned if Bella gives Edward all the credit.” Well mostly kind.

* You get to the nurses office, who seems incredibly flustered with both you and Edward in such a small space.

* She seems so preoccupied keeping her wits about her as she checks out Bella and deals with your presence that she never asks why three people had to escort one person to the nurses office.

* “Well your blood pressure is a little low, since you fainted I would suggest you go home. If you want you can take a nap in here until school’s out.” Wow, where was a nurse this generous when you were in school.

* Bella, the beautiful moron, shakes her head.

* “No it’s okay I’ll go back to class, I don’t want to take a zero for the assignment” Well that’s noble and responsible and all. But what does she think is going to happen when she goes back to class?

* She’s going to see some blood again and faint. Not that you can be mad, you would probably have to go the the nurse too if Bella ever managed to prick her own finger

* “Bella you really shouldn’t,” You settle your hand on her shoulder pushing her back onto the chair. “You just fainted you should lie down, or go home or something.”

* Her eyebrows thread together, mouth pulled in protest.

* “I don’t want to impose on any-”

* “It’s not an imposition, I want to!” Her mouth parts, then closes, stretching into a fine line. You look to Edward who’s avoiding your gaze and seems very irritated.

* Enemies to lovers trope it is.(Though you’re not sure if this counts as enemies if only one person dislikes the other)

* “I’m going to drop you off home, come on.” You pull Bella up by her hand, leading her to the parking lot.

* “Wait what about my car?”

* Oh you hadn’t thought about that.

*Hmmm in the original book Alice drove her home. But Alice doesn’t really do anything unless there’s something in it for her, or if she wants to.

* Also you’re pretty sure when she ditched today when she found out that people were pricking there finger on campus. She claimed it was for Jasper, but you’re pretty sure there’s a sale in the Nordstrom in Seattle.

* Edward would rather get the flu than drive Bella’s ancient truck.

* Which leaves only one option.

* You toss your keys to Edward who catches them with one hand.

* “Edward will drive you home in my car, and I’ll drive your car behind him.”

* “What about Rosalie?” He grumbles.

*“What about Rosalie?” Why is he being so difficult right now? Doesn’t he realize you’re doing this all for him!

* “You’re driving her home since Emmett and I are leaving for Yellow Stone as soon as school lets out.” Oh right the bears. Cr*p.

* “It’s not a big deal, I’ll drive back to school after we’re done and you can go your way and I’ll go mine.”

* You can tell Edward doesn’t like it, but he just sigh’s climbing into your car and then promptly getting out of the passenger side and sitting in the driver’s side.

* The dork forgot he had to drive the car.

* You’re dying laughing as Bella leads you to her car.

* “It’s the blue one.”

* Her truck isn’t all that bad. It’s old, but in a kind of retro way. It’s powder blue, with only two doors and no backseat.

* You climb in, turning the engine and hearing it purr. Well it’s more of a roar, but it’s not terrible.

* You’re surprised when Bella climbs through the passenger side door.

* “Um, you’re not going to drive with Edward?” She looks at you like you just asked her to recite the Fibonacci sequence.

* “Why would I go with him when you’re the one driving my car?” Okay, that’s fair.

* You sigh, why does nothing ever go according to plan.

* Maybe it’s for the best, Edward doesn’t seem to be in the best mood. Not that this is good either, she’s sitting so close to you, her peachy scent fills the small space of the truck and you feel lightheaded.

* It’s less than a ten minute trip, no need to get dramatic. You’re pretty sure you won’t kill her just because she smells nice.

* “Soooooo... what do you want to talk about?” You ask as you turn out of the school, this car is super slow compared to yours, you’re pretty sure it won’t go over 50 mph.

* Bella fidgets beside you, playing with the ends of her hair.

* “So are you and Edward...dating?”

* You laugh so loud you actually start coughing. And then you laugh again.

* “No-pfff- no We’re uh- we’re not dating.” You finally manage.

* “Why is that so funny to you?” She asks, genuinely confused.

* “Well it’s just outrageous you know?” How would that even work? You can’t even picture it. Edward getting all hot and bothered because you’re wearing an oversized sweater and glasses. You flirting with him all over the house in front of Carlisle and Esme. Edward signing up for a sport just so he can see you in his letterman.

* It’s all...impossible.

* And yet, there is one thing you can picture.

* Edward by your side, he’s almost golden brown, his eyes bright green. He points to the living room, and in there are Alec and Jane, both of their eyes blue as they argue over who’s turn it is to watch TV.

* Maybe if you were human, if you had met in a different world or a different time, that would be something you could have.

* But it is what it is

* “Edward and I have been friends for a really long time, we’ve just seen too much of each other to find each other attractive like that.”

* Bella looks like she doesn’t believe you but she doesn’t say anything.

* Wait what are you doing? This is the perfect chance to talk Edward up!

* “But you know Edward is a real stand up guy!” It leaves a little too forcefully, a little inauthentic.

* “Oh is he?” She doesn’t sound too excited to be talking about this.

* “I know he’s got one of those face-”

* “Obnoxiously handsome?” She spats

* “Like he thinks existence is a curse, and the world is evil and everything is terrible -” Wait you’re getting off track. “B-but he really is a good guy!”

* You bite your lip, as Bella tells you to turn into a subdivision.

* “You know after- after I was adopted,” After your parents died. “I was really lonely, I had a family that loved me and anything I asked for but I didn’t really have anyone to talk to” Oh god, why did you choose this story to pick? “Edward was probably the only friend my age I had for years.”

* She straightens up a little bit, a curious glint in her eyes.

* “Really?” You nod.

* “Yeah he would come by every Monday and Wednesday,” You still remember the crunch of the snow under your feet as you both walked to the barn. He always asked why you didn’t just run, and you always told him because you liked the way you could see your breath hang in the air,

* “He could have been out that time, hanging out with other people,” More well adjusted vampires, who hunted instead of harvesting small amounts from animals they raised. “or chasing girls and playing sports, but he stayed with me.”

* “He always made me feel safe, and I’m sure whoever is lucky enough to end up with him will feel that way too.”

* “I think you’re giving him too much credit” Bella finally says, you smile at her

* “what do you mean?”

* “Well, who wouldn’t drop everything to hang out with you?” You can’t tell if she’s being genuine or if she’s bitter. Your eyes meet hers and there’s a twinkle in them. ”My house is the one on the left, the one with the magnolia tree.”

* You come to a stop in front of the house she mentioned, shifting it into park, and handing her the keys.

* You don’t say anything as you climb out of her car. You see Edward stopped a few dozen feet behind her truck, your jeep still on.

* “Thanks for driving me home” She smiles at you, a real smile that reaches her eyes. It’s nice.

* “No problem, it gave me an excuse to ditch school too haha.” You both stand in awkward silence. Neither of you moving.

* Well damn what are you supposed to do now?

* “Oh, hey do you want me to bring you your homework or anything?”

* She perks up at that, reaching into her pocket

* “If you don’t mind, could you text me what page he homework is on for trig today?”

* “ Oh for sure! No problem at all” You take her cell phone in your hand. It’s a white sidekick, with a picture of a cactus on the back. She must have gotten it when she moved.

* You can’t help but wonder if she has any friends she misses. She spent her entire life in one community, sure Phoenix is a pretty big place, but she must have had friends, people she sat with at lunch everyday, girls she had known since childhood, sleepovers where they whispered about boys they had crushes on.

* As you hand her phone back, your contact information saved in it, you can’t help but wonder who this person in front of you is. You know her, but at the same time, you know absolutely nothing about her.

* “See you Monday!” You wave goodbye as you get into the passenger side of your car, and Bella waits on the porch until you and Edward leave.

* Edward’s got that look on his face.

* “Edward why are you mad?”

* “I’m not mad.” He grumbles and you raise an eyebrow. He sighs.

* “You’re going out of your way an awful lot for that human.” He says as he turns back onto the highway.

* “It’s just the right thing to do Eddie.”

* He shakes his head, his mouth pinched into a frown

* “Just be careful, I don’t know what that one’s thinking, she could be planning to burn our entire coven for all I know.”

* You roll your eyes, yeah you bet Bella who weights exactly 115 pounds, and has anemia is single handedly planning to bring down the entire vampire race.

* “How about we make a deal, I’ll promise not to rock the boat while you and Emmett are gone-”

* “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret not covering my ears?”

*” If you promise to bring me back a bear cub - an orphaned one.” He gives you a look you don’t quite care for.

* “You want me to kill a mother bear so you can have a bear cub?”

* “No of course not! I’m just saying- Emmett doesn’t really look before he kills so if he kills a mother bear, just make sure you bring me the cubs.”

* “Why do you even want a bear? How are you planning to take care of it with all those deer around, they need a lot-”

* “Yes Dad I know it’s a big responsibility, don’t worry I won’t make you take it on walks or anything.”

* Edward gulps hard, one hand detaching from the steering wheel to cover his mouth.

* Wouldn’t it be positively sinful for you to be underneath him, whining ‘daddy, please’ in that breathy voice of yours and-

* Edward.exe is broken.

* “Dude you really need to get your shit together before you go on your trip, we’ve been parked for fifteen minutes and your foot is still on the brake.” You say as you get out of the car

* He hits his head against the steering wheel.

* “Yeah, I really do need to get my shit together.”

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-Fragile- George Weasley x Female Reader

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Kody: I know another George x reader, fight me. This is based around the quote “She was not fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb” -Rahul Singh Rathour.

Summary: George Weasley falls for a Slytherin girl who was an expert at keeping her negative emotions hidden. He was her little light at Hogwarts and kept her sane for the most part. Until one day when she’s pushed over the edge.

House: Slytherin

Possible Triggers / Warnings: mental breakdowns, child neglect, manipulation, shit parents, panic attacks.

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She was not fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb

maybe you should have seen a therapist when you were little. Bottling up emotions was considered self destructive by most sane people, but it had become second nature. Growing up with parents who were always fighting, you just learned to keep things to yourself, so you weren’t a burden.

it was odd, despite all the shit you were put through, you were still kind. You were still yourself. You found comfort in fellow housemates like Draco Malfoy. You avoided him since he seemed like a snob, plus he was younger then you, but all that changed once you found him crying in a broom closet.

the school year had only just started and he explained to you that his parents had been bickering with each other the whole time while shopping for new books. You didn’t speak a word of your family to him because you felt like it would take attention from his problem. You didn’t want to be selfish

you and Draco soon became friends after that, but even as you two grew closer you never told him about your problems. You continued to bottle things up, which didn’t make much sense, since you had someone to confide to, maybe you had gotten so used to hiding your inner demons.

you had heard of the Weasleys, pureblood family who had a lot of children. All of them different in so many ways, but exactly the same. The one who had caught your attention was George Weasley. Him and his brother were always up to something that involved a potion.

lucky for you, you were always brewing a potion when you had freetime. Due to all the stress and not having a way to let it go, you would make yourself a draught of peace to keep your emotions in order. it worked for the most bit, it only lasted a couple hours so you only took it during classes.

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6th Year

you were stirring your elixir with a utensil when the creaking sound of the door opening caught your attention. You look from the cauldron and towards two ginger haired twins that were giggling and whispering things to each other that you couldn’t hear.

“Alright you grab the stuff we need- oh”

both of them had looked up at you, freezing in there spots. “I’m guessing you're not supposed to be in here?” you spoke, going back to stirring. They both looked at each other before Fred Weasley spoke up “Your not going to say anything are you?”

you simply shrug your shoulders before placing the utensil on the table “I could care less, as long as you don’t say anything either” you say. The both of them grin before Fred goes to the cupboards to gather his needed ingredients, leaving you with George.

he casually steps over to you and leans over your shoulder to look into your cauldron. He didn’t have to lean at all actually, he was much taller then you. “A draught of peace? Feeling stressed lately?” he questions, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner.

stressed was an understatement , but he didn’t know that “Something like that” you respon, figuring if you gave him a vague answer he’d take that as a sign to leave you alone. George only seemed more curious “How mysterious” he mumbles lowly to himself before leaving you to your potion.

eventually you fill up about five vials full of potion and put your cauldron back in it’s respective area. Once you pocket the vials, you leave the twins to there mischievous task and you were on your way. That was your first encounter with George Weasley.

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five vials only lasted you a week, so later on a friday night you snuck out of your dorm and into the potions classroom. You had on a grey hoodie, black leggings, and fuzzy white socks, something you wore to sleep in. It was comfortable.

today was especially stressful for you because most of the Slytherin house was irritated, which meant they were short with there words and snappy. The twins had pulled a prank on the Slytherin house by leaving pastries for them inside the dungeon.

the Hufflepuffs would usually leave treats for Slytherins so it wasn’t strange, but it was actually a spiked cauldron cake that turned their hair different colors. You were one of the lucky ones since you had woken up late, never getting the chance to eat one.

once you entered the classroom, you were met with a ginger boy. George Weasley, the twin who kept his orange locks shoulder length. It was how anyone really told the difference between the two. Fred cut his long ago and George had not, pretty simple.

“Oh, you again. Hello” he spoke before going back to chopping up some ingredient. His casual tone ticked you off more than you’d like to admit and you just scoffed, going to collect your items. The wizard seem to notice your behaviour “Bad day?”

you grab the cauldron from the shelf, exhaling deeply “Yes actually. After the stunt you pulled on Slytherin” you reply, irritation seeping into your tone. A very cocky grin made a way onto his freckled face “Oh? Then maybe you shouldn’t have started it”

your grip of the cauldron tightened. Any tighter and you might smash it to pieces. Placing the cauldron down harshly, you turn your head to face him “Look whatever feud you have with a couple Slytherins isn't my damn problem, mess with them not the collective house. It’s rude”

as soon as you finished speaking you put your face in your hands. So much for not stressing out. You shake your head a bit to push away any remaining thoughts then go back to what you were doing, collecting whatever you needed. George on the other hand looked a mix between guilt and confusion.

he felt guilty because it was true, he could have just pranked the two or three Slytherins he was initially after, but he didn’t. He was confused because you had blew up on him so quickly, almost like you were holding it in for so long that it was waiting to be let out?

“i guess i got carried away this time. I apologize- wait what’s your name?” George suddenly asked, realizing he didn’t know who you were exactly. All he could guess was that you were Slytherin by your previous statements, which surprised him a bit since you seemed....nicer.

once you were settled at a table you looked up at the 6′3 boy “Y/n, i accept your apology, George Weasley” you say then look back down at the table. George lets out a small chuckle “I guess i don’t need to tell you my name then. I must be very popular then” You couldn’t help but snicker at his smugness.

“yeah i guess you are”

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7th Year

and ever since the beginning of sixth year, you’d meet George and sometimes Fred in the potions classroom to chat while you made potions. You loved the times you could hang out with twins, they always made you laugh when you had a bad day.

but you cherished the times you got George alone. you just connected with him a different way. Whenever you worked on a potion he would push your hair out of your face or stand behind you, looking over you shoulder. The small touch sent ripples through you that you had never felt before.

at first you thought maybe it was because you had thought of him as your friend, but whenever Draco or Fred had touched you you didn’t feel anything. Soon enough he started his casual flirting which included him complimenting your looks or how good you looked in a certain outfit.

it made your face feel hot and your stomach feel all queasy like you had bug or something, but you were never actually sick. After searching the library for possible answers you overheard Hermione Granger talking to Ginny Weasley, they were talking about what they felt when a certain guy talked to them.

increase in heart rate, sweaty palms, queasy stomach, etc. Then they said one thing that changed your perspective “Don’t you hate being in love with someone, it’s so heart wrenching” you spent the rest of that day in your dorm room stressing out like usual, but this time is wasn’t over your parents.

now you had two things on your mind, your parents and George. A weird mix for sure. You were in love with George? How could this of happened? but you knew exactly how this happened, that Weasley twin used his charms and good looks to seduce you.

what a bloody menace.

now you were sitting at the Slytherin table in the great hall. Draco sat next to you, chatting it up with Blaise and his boyfriend Theo. You were just about to take another bite of food when an owl, a familiar owl flew over the table. It had a letter in its claws.

once it passed over you it dropped the letter. You reach up and catch it in your hands “Ooo a letter” Draco comments, wiggling his eyebrows like a dork. You roll your eyes playfully and nudge his shoulder. He chuckles and turns back to face Blaise once again.

you turn the letter in your hands, the wax stamp catching your attention. It was the initial of your last name, which meant it was from your parents. Great. You pop off the wax seal and slip it into your robe pocket before taking the sheet of parchment out of the envelope.

‘Dear Y/n, your father and i have read your recent grades and we are utterly disappointed. You’ve only gotten an Acceptable in all your classes. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have a child who can not excel in anything? your the reason me and your father have been bickering so often. For the upcoming break you will be staying at Hogwarts and studying everyday and night. We also found a journal in your room with all the horrible lies you write about us. Don’t come back until you learn how to be a grateful daughter’

well that killed the mood. Why did they read your diary? What kind of parent does that? Was it really all your fault that your parents fought? “Aw poor Y/n? Do mommy and daddy not love you anymore? How does is feel princess?” you had almost forgotten that you were sitting next to her.

she was a Slytherin girl who didn’t like you because you weren’t a pureblood and because your parents only acted like they cared so much about you in public. You figured out quickly she was jealous of what she thought that you had, loving parents.

you neglected saying anything back to because you heard that her father was locked up in Azkaban a little while ago and admittedly felt bad for her, but for some reason the way she said it. The way she was so smug with her words just rubbed you the wrong way.

your whole life you’ve let every negative thought fester and build up like a disease. It was like a pot of boiling water that was about to bubble over and spill out. You hadn’t taken any draught of peace either in a couple hours because lunch was usually peaceful for you.

this poor girl was going to get the anger you’ve held since you were a child and you would feel guilty for it later, but the lid on your metaphorical bottle had popped off. You stood up from your seat and looked down at her, surprising her and Draco.

“Listen here you stuck up bitch, i can’t fathom a reason as to why you have to fuck with with me constantly?! You think this shit is a one time thing?!” you stop momentarily to throw the letter at her face. She swats it away, her face draining of color from embarrassment.

“Try living with them for 17 years and then you’ll figure out that they only act like your family in public! They send you huge gifts on your birthday to make sure other people see! You have no right to harass me like you do! I wish i had loving parents!”

the girl sat there stunned. What could she say anyway? That she was sorry probably, but you most likely wouldn’t have accepted that answer at the moment. You had caught everyone's attention at this point with your loud, harsh words. Even the bright honey colored eyes of George focused on you.

angry tears had forced their way out your E/c eyes despite your efforts in trying to hold them in. You look around the great hall, looking at all the eyes staring back at you. Without a second thought you rush out the great hall, hearing two distinct voices shout for you to come back.

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breathe

breathe!

why was it so hard to breathe? Were your clothes tightening or were the lungs in your chest failing on you. You rush outside into the empty courtyard, gripping your robe to tug it away from your skin almost as if it was choking you. You start to pull at your clothes more.

you remove your arms from the sleeves of your robe and drop it on the grass beneath you. Still couldn’t breathe. Reaching for the bottom of your vest you slip it up and over your head and drop it on top on your robe. Lastly, you tug at your tie to loosen it.

you were still hyperventilating.

“Y/n?”

turning around you saw the familiar honey colored eyes look down at you. A face of confusion and sadness n his freckled face. George Weasley. No, please you would only complicate your emotions more, but you wanted so badly to be his embrace at the moment.

he decided for you, cause as soon as he saw your tears. He felt his heart tug harshly.

“Oh darling” he started, his voice broken and raspy like he was about to break out in tears as well “Come here” he finished and held his arms out for you and that was enough for you. You rush into his embrace and are instantly meant with calming scent of burning wood, and wood from a broomstick.

your wheezing noise worried George and he started to rub your head “Darling you need to breathe okay? Your going to faint if you keep doing that, in and out okay?” he inhales loudly so you could hear and you copy his actions, doing the same when he exhaled.

after a couple minutes you were breathing just fine, but you still felt terrible. “Everything's all my fault. i tried so hard to be a good person, but it’s never good enough. I didn’t burden anyone with my problems and hid them away- i just couldn’t do it anymore”

your voice cracked, the lump in your throat going away. George pulled his head away that was resting on top of your hand and used one of his hands to gently force your chin up to look at him. He used the other hand to reach in his back pocket.

George pulls out the same folded parchment that you had read earlier “This? You believe this rubbish? Y/n you are the most interesting girl i’ve ever met and i wish you had told me about this. I’m your..friend and i want to help you. Listen, you are strong, brave, and anybody would be lucky to just breathe your air”

you cracked a small smile at his words which seemed to make his face light up as well. “Thank you George. I suddenly feel very faint” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Probably from crying so much darling. Let me take care of you for the rest of the day, okay?”

“Do i really have a choice?”

“Not really, no”

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George took you to his dorm- oh wait. he actually carried you to his dorm. He didn't want you to actually faint and hit your ‘pretty little head’ on the hard floor. His words exactly. The rest of the day was spent of him feeding and you and making sure you were hydrated.

after asking only once you opened up to him about your parents and there expectations. His face of horror was enough to make you realize that what was happening to you wasn’t normal. After you had finished talking it was almost like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

you felt free.

it was towards the evening time and you didn’t want to intrude any longer. “Thank you for helping me, it’s getting pretty late-” “You sound like your leaving?” George cut you off just as you stood up from his bed, looking at you with pleading eyes “Stay? Just for the night?”

“What if a professor sees me when i leave the next morning and where would i sleep?” you question, crossing your arms over your chest. George shrugs his shoulders “It's saturday tomorrow no professors will be checking and you’ll sleep in my bed, with me. I promise not to be to handsy darling”

a cocky smirk grew on his face, making your stomach twist and turn just like all the other times before. You began to stumble on your words “Uh- i- i don’t have anything to wear” you huff. His smirk seems to grow wider, if that was even possible.

“you can wear some of my clothes of course-” a knock cuts him off and he look towards the door “I’ll see who that is and send them away. You get dressed, i won’t peek” George sends you a cheeky wink before going to the door. what a dork.

nonetheless, you go over to his dresser and began to dig through the drawer while he went over to the door. Once he opened it, you couldn’t help but listen in. “Hey Freddie” George says in a sing song voice. Fred Weasley. “Hey, it’s saturday. Potion time”

potion time?- oh for pranks. Was he going to leave you to go make potions? you pick out a burnt orange jumper with a ‘G’ initial and black sweats “Actually i can’t tonight? Maybe tomorrow?” he replies, making Fred’s face twist in confusion before astonishment.

“Oh! You have a girl in there don’t you!” he said quite loudly, making George shush him quickly. You began unbutton your uniform shirt. “Lower your voice, i’m not tryin to get caught because of you” he replies. You place your shirt on a chair next to you and slip the jumper over your head. It was huge on you.

Fred stifles laughter and leans against the doorframe “Who is it” he says, making you freeze for a moment. George raises a brow “and why would i tell you that?” he questions while you push your skirt down your legs, kicking it away with your feet. “Oh because i’m your brother? Your twin brother George”

they were adorable. You pull the sweats on and tie the strings so it was resting snuggly on your hips. “yeah yeah whatever, bye Freddie” George begins to close the door “Aw come on don’t be like that-” he shuts the door on his brother and turns back to look at you.

“Sorry about that-” he froze in place, his eyes taking a mental image of how you looked. He could die at that moment and be content with life. You notice his weird face and looked down at the outfit “I’m sorry, should have i have picked something else?”

he didn’t say anything and just stepped towards you until he stood inches in front of you. He reaches up to grab your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. You also noticed a small smile on his face that was slowly growing into a grin. “George?” you ask, your voice a whisper.

he tilts his head a bit as his golden eyes scan your face “Can i kiss you Y/n?” he asked, catching you off guard. He wanted to kiss you? Did you want to kiss him? He made you laugh, smile, and feel like you were the only witch in the whole wizarding world.

yeah, you definitely wanted to kiss him.

you nodded once and that was enough for him. He dipped down to your height and plants his lips on yours. The calming scent of burning wood invading your nose once again. You respond quickly and kiss him back, feeling his goofy grin, still such a dork.

the kiss was sweet and gentle. George’s heart was beating at a million miles a minute and so was yours. Air, you needed that to live. You both pull away from each other, gripping onto each others clothes. When did that happen? “You are breathtaking darling, literally actually”

you snort at his dorky compliment “Way to kill the mood Weasley” you comment and he chuckles lightly before looking into your eyes “I know today hasn’t been the best for you and this might make it worse, but- i am so in love with you darling. I have been since the first day we met last year”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but at the same time you were waiting for it after that kiss. “I love you too George, you giant dork” he smiles brightly as he scoops you up in his arms for a second to throw you on the bed. you gasp as your back connects with sheets.

he climbs in next you “I take back that promise about being handsy, get ready to be my teddy bear darling”. You feel the fuzzy stomach thing again- or whatever it was called. you watch as he shuts off the lamp and grabs the blanket at the bottom of his bed.

“i think i’ll manage” you reply as he places the sheet over your body and his. George turns his body towards you and grabs your waist “Tonight? yes, in the morning i have you all to myself as well and i don’t plan on letting you leave” he smirk was screaming what his intentions were the following morning.

your face must have been super red. “yeah you wish” you mumble, which makes him snicker. He knew the effect he had on you. “Night darling” he says and kisses your temple sweetly. You smile and lay your head on his chest, falling asleep in his embrace.

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Kody: It’s 5am?! oh shit- well anyways peace lmao.

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kiss it better - ksj | m

been waiting on that sunshine boy, i think i need that back. can't do it like that. no one else gonna get it like that. - kiss it better, rihanna

↳ summary- your best friend Kim Seokjin makes you an offer you can’t refuse

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.7k

↳ pairing- seokjin x reader

↳ genre- smut, comedy, fluff

↳ warnings- oral sex (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, dirty talk, daddy kink, jin making really bad jokes at bad times.

↳ a/n- well hello there! i hope you enjoy this! this fic is a collab with @kookiesjoonies all about bad hookups being saved by BTS. make sure you check out her yoongi fic HERE! i hope you enjoy this little piece! i love the visual of jin....well.... you get the idea HNNNGGG *vibrates in thot*. feel free to message me, send me an ask, comment, throw a rock at me, whatever u wanna do i wanna engage w/ UUUUU. LOVE YOU ALL! -lindy

If you had to pinpoint a moment where it all started, where everything changed, it was the night you came home after another bad hook up left you nearly crying in your shared 2 bedroom apartment.

Jin found you pouring an excessive amount of wine into a mug, on the verge of tears.

“Terrible date?” Your roommate asks as he leans against the door of the kitchen and motions with his head towards the gallon of alcohol you’re about to drink like it’s coffee.

“You can fucking say that again,” you grumble. You will not cry—you’re forcing that mantra through your brain at whiplash speeds.

“Jeez, how bad could it have been to make you wanna pound a keg of wine?” He jokes. Your eyes level with his and he can see you’re not in the mood for comedy. Another time, he supposes.

“Men,” you laugh with mirth. “You and your stupid fucking dicks and no brains and all you care about is getting off.” You’re fuming with anger, which given the situation is probably more than what is called for but you’re sure if the next hook up you manage doesn’t care to get you off, you will go absolutely wild.

“I’m still not grasping what’s wrong here,” he folds his arms over his chest and relaxes against the wood. You’re clutching the wine glass—mug—but still not drinking it.

“I haven’t gotten off!” You exclaim with enough gusto that some wine spills out. Jin rushes towards you and grabs a rag. He knows you’re lethal in the kitchen. Sticky for days.

“You haven’t gotten off? Like they don’t make you cum?” He asks as he wipes up the harsh red liquid on the counter. Your eyes watch his hands and for a second, a split second, you admire the tendons and veins moving under his skin as he cleans up your mess.

“Exactly. It’s a one and done, get out of my bed sort of thing,” you huff. “I’m not asking to be cuddled or whatever. But can’t a girl at least get some oral?”

Jin stifles a laugh and wrings the rag out in the sink. “How long has it been since someone made you cum?”

A wave of shame courses over you, but you’re not sure why. Jin’s someone you trust. It’s not like he thinks any less of you for fucking guys who don’t have a shred of decency.

“I mean, I can make myself cum every night in my room,” Jin’s ears turn a slight shade of pink at this and you’re suddenly curious. “But with a guy? Fuck, probably a year. Looks like I pick the real winners.”

He’s silent, and it makes you feel nervous. You can’t explain it—or rather you refuse to accept what you’ve been avoiding for a while. That your eyes linger on your roommate’s form as he exits the shower with a towel around his waist, the broad expanse of his bare shoulders with water still running down his back. The way he pushes his hair back when he’s tired. That you’ve had more than one night of slipping your hands down your body with the image of him in mind.

It feels wrong. It feels dirty to think of your best friend in such a way. And yet, it thrills you even more.

“I hope you don’t—... feel like I’m sleazy or something,” you murmur, buried in your newfound self-consciousness.

He smiles up at you and leans over the counter, resting his head on his hands and watches you curiously.

“I could make you cum,” he offers. It sounds like he’s offering to run errands for you, buy your lunch when you forget your wallet.

It’s so simple that you’re stunned into silence. Your brain skids to a halt to process what just escaped the mouth of your longtime best friend, roommate, confidant.

He chuckles as he watches the gears try to turn in your mind. “I’ve been told I’m great at oral. Not to brag. Just what I’ve heard.” The smirk on his lips definitely tells you he means to brag.

“You want--... to eat me out?” You ask incredulously. He’s still staring at you like it’s no big deal, just another everyday event. Best friends getting each other off. You wash the dishes, he dries, then he’s buried tongue deep in your cunt? Is that how it works?

“You seem really upset, and as your friend, if I have the tools to fix it, why would I hold back?” He postulates. You can’t help but agree with his theory. Your heart is thumping soundly in your chest. Is it just a friendly thing? Is he offering out of the goodness of his heart or is there something more? Are you willing to let your pussy win out and get the pleasure at the sake of getting your heart broken?

It doesn’t take long to decide.

Fuck yes you are.

“Okay,” you agree. “Are we going to fuck too?” You ask as you wash your hands of any remaining wine. You haven’t drunk a sip and you still feel tipsy and lightheaded.

“Do you want to fuck?” He narrows his eyes at you in playful suspicion.

It makes you blush. “I—I’d like to…” you’re suddenly shy and you can tell it thrills Jin to see you thrown off your game.

“Then let’s fuck, baby girl,” he smirks as he pushes up from the counter top he rested on moments ago.

“Your place or mine?” His joke is stupid, but it makes you laugh, anyway.

“Knowing your disgusting ass, your bed is covered in god know’s what. Mine, please.”

He tuts and walks behind you down the hallway, hand resting gently at your back.

“Is that any way to talk to your best friend? The one who’s going to eat you out until you’re crying for more?” His words send a shiver down your spine, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Well, fuck—when you put it that way…” you trail off.

Your bedroom has never felt more foreign to you in your life. It’s the same as it always is. Queen-size bed, photos on the wall, messy laundry in the corner spilling out of the hamper. But now you’re in it with Jin. You’re in it with Jin because he’s promised you at least one orgasm and you’re sure he will try for more, knowing his ego.

“Welcome,” you gesture nervously as you sit on the bed.

He rolls his eyes. “Stop acting weird,” he chides. “It’s me, you don’t have to be weird around me.” He’s pressing you down towards the pillows to relax.

You want to retort it’s exactly why you’re acting weird. The man you play drunk Monopoly at 3 am with is pressing into you now like he wants to eat you for hours. He’s seen you crying, held your hair back while you puked, heard or witnessed your most embarrassing moments. And now he’s about to fuck you stupid.

You allow your body to relax against all the sirens in your brain telling you this is weird, this is fucked up, you’ll regret it. The blood is rushing out of your frontal cortex and towards your lower half, making your pussy drunk on anything Seokjin can give you.

He smiles as he sees your body relax into the comforter on your bed and he places a hand on your cheek.

“See? Easy peasy.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles. You want to comment, tell him he’s a fucking idiot like you always do when he says something cheesy, but he beats you to the punch and presses his lips against yours gently.

You’ve always wondered what his lips would feel like against your own. He tastes like peppermint. Idly, you realize you’ve always associated Jin with the taste of warm, smoky vanilla, but now that you’re here with your tongue swirling around his, the peppermint makes sense. It suits him.

He kisses you tenderly. It’s not the rushed kiss of a quick hookup. It’s not the passionate kiss of long-lost lovers. It’s the sweet, compassionate kiss—the kind that wants to make you feel like nothing is wrong in the world. Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat as he cups a cheek in his embrace and rubs the delicate skin there with a thumb.

The kiss is finished too soon for your liking. He’s pulling away and smiling down at you. His eyes sparkle with something you can’t quite put your finger on but it makes you feel lit up like Christmas.

“I hear I’m an excellent kisser too,” he smirks down at you and the moment is lost. “Would you agree?”

You roll your eyes. “God, I can’t believe you,” you sigh. “You’re hopeless.”

He tugs on the hem of your shirt, indicating he means to take it off. You tense for a moment. It seems you’ve stupidly forgotten you should be naked for this act. You’re about to be naked and laid bare in front of your best friend who you’ve harbored an inkling of a crush on. He’s about to see your most vulnerable side. Could you trust him? What if he mentioned the freckle above your ass? What if he pointed out something wrong with your body? A wave of uncertainty washes over you.

Jin pulls your shirt off easily and gently. He tosses it toward your ever-growing laundry pile and turns his attention back to you. You’re still in a nice, pretty bra from the hookup and Jin’s eyes are captivated. The cocky smirk is wiped off his lips, and instead he gapes. Your breasts are encased in creamy red satin and he sits up straighter and can’t break his gaze.

“Wow,” he breathes, and it makes your cheeks heat.

“Sorry, I know it’s too much, I can just—,”

He cuts you off with a finger to your lips.

“I always knew you were pretty but, fuck—.. you’re a vision. You’re gorgeous.”

You’re heating. The way your core clenches around nothing as Jin compliments you with all sincerity and no sense of humor like he does has your blood rushing.

“Can I—,” he swallows as he attempts to steel himself. “Can I take it off?”

You nod, too shy to impart any dialogue and assist him by lifting your back slightly to allow his hands space to un-clasp the lingerie.

It falls away easily and you close your eyes as your full globes come free. You hear Jin’s breath catch and it’s silent. A few beats pass and you’re ready to end everything now, it’s too awkward, when a hand gently cups one and a thumb rubs over the nipple. It makes your spine tingle.

You crack your eyes open and see Jin staring intently at your chest, following his thumb as it drags back and forth against the hardening nipple.

“I think you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen in my life.”

You want to argue and tell him he’s just saying that to be nice, but the retort dries up in your throat as he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He tugs on it with the suction of his mouth and licks stripes against the bud. You moan loudly. It feels like he’s praising you with his mouth.

Jin takes his time. You can tell he’s in no rush. He suckles and presses kisses to your breasts with the same attention to detail he gives his culinary creations. He massages each globe in his hands and alternates his lips back and forth between nipples. He draws sweet sighs and moans from your lips and your fingers thread through his thick hair.

After his careful ministrations, he pulls up and smiles at you.

“I’m not going to lie,” he starts. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

You feel like you’ve been slapped. Kim Seokjin, your roommate and best friend, has wanted you? As much as you have wanted him?

He can see you’re faltering for words and he shrugs.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. It doesn’t have to change anything.”

His immediate dejection spurs you into action.

“I’ve wanted it for a long time too,” you reply. “Jin, why would I agree to have sex with you if I wasn’t interested in being with you?”

He smirks a little and you know you’re in for a witty one-liner.

“You wanted to take a ride on this wild stal-Jin.”

His grin is cocky, as it usually is, and as annoying as his jokes are, it loosens a knot of nerves inside you. You had somehow convinced yourself Jin would be a completely unfamiliar person after this. It seems that wouldn’t be the case.

“Oh my god,” you groan.

His hands and mouth are roaming your chest and stomach, peppering the skin with kisses. He teases at your navel with his tongue and any irritation you felt at his terrible pun flies out the window as you feel a surge rush through your veins straight to your cunt.

He fiddles with the button and fly on your jeans, the ones that hug your curves just perfectly.

“Your ass looks good in these jeans,” he comments as he tugs them down. “Almost a shame to take them off. But I’d rather get a full uncensored view.”

You blush and lift your hips to allow him to pull your jeans off. Long legs are spread on the bed and a thong barely protects your modesty. It’s already soaked, there’s no denying it when Jin steals a glance and cocks a coy smile.

“Naughty,” he tsks jokingly. “Someone’s excited to get sucked by the Seok-master.”

“Jesus Christ, Jin,” you sigh. “I hate you.”

“I’d like you to try to say that again when I’m three fingers deep inside you with my tongue.”

His words roll over you like a trail of fire. It clenches at your throat and sizzles down to your core. You can’t help but let a moan out and arch your back.

“I thought so,” he smirks. He fingers at the straps of your thong for a moment and then trails a finger down your slit. It’s wet and warm, and he bites a lip.

“Bet you’re real pretty here too. I think about what your pussy looks like a lot.”

It’s sending you into an unfamiliar state of consciousness to hear Kim Seokjin say such illicit things about you—things you thought to be off-limits.

“Bet it looks even prettier with your face buried in there.” A sly smile spreads on your own features, and Jin looks pleased.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

He tugs the black thong down and it joins the chaos on your bedroom floor.

He’s here now. It’s real. It’s happening. His eyes are glued to your cunt, and a finger is tracing the outline of the lips there.

“No one has ever made you cum from oral?” He asks again. He’s mystified by your center and he hasn’t even seen the full thing yet.

A shuddering breath escapes you as you confirm. “No, no one ever has.”

He sucks his teeth for a moment and remains silent. His fingers slowly slide in to spread you open lewdly, displaying your clit like the grand prize behind the curtain.

“I’ll make sure you get off every single night,” he promises. “No more hooking up with assholes. All mine, okay? Just like you always should have been.”

It’s hard to breathe as you feel his fingers achingly close to your clit and you’re sure your channel is weeping with desire.

“Okay, Jinnie,” you murmur.

“It’s daddy, now, baby.”

It feels like the world stops and you whimper with need.

“Please, daddy,” you cry. “I need you.”

“I can tell, baby. Your poor little pussy hasn’t been shown the love it deserves, hm?” He asks. He still refuses to move any closer to where you need. “You need daddy, don’t you? You need someone who will worship this cunt.”

The air in your lungs is sucked out with vacuum-like force.

He lowers himself to lie between your legs, face close to your center. He spreads your legs further, almost on the verge of discomfort, and wraps his arms under your thighs and grips at the tops to keep you spread.

Suddenly, he’s pressing his face into you and a tongue darts into your channel and laves around. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling.

He’s testing the waters, per se, and getting a taste of you. He wants to know what spots drive you crazy. Are you solely a clitoral stimulation girl or do you need the feeling of something filling you tight and deep too? He hopes to learn every single aspect about your cunt before the night is over.

He watches your facial expression as he licks from your walls and up to your clit. Your face contorts in ecstasy as the tip of his tongue flicks quickly on the nub. You’re gasping with desperation, singing his praises as he suckles and rub at your button with his tongue.

You taste delicious; he notes. Earthy, but still sweet like nectar. He thinks maybe your body was tuned to be his.

He spends time there, and it drives you mad. He’s sucking and flicking and dipping his tongue inside you and you feel a sense of euphoria no man has given you. Jin’s pillowy plush lips apply just the right pressure to your clit, kiss it so sweetly you might cry as he then inserts himself to lap up your juices. He drinks as if he’s dehydrated of you, only you, and if he doesn’t get more, he’ll perish.

“Jin—.. daddy, fuck,” you correct your mistake and it makes him chuckle against you.

“Good girl,” he coos. He pulls an arm out from between your thighs and sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, a disgusting display for you that has you nearly cumming right there.

After he determines you tortured and his fingers slicked enough, he moves forward again and slides said fingers up into you. Your back arches again and Jin smirks. You’re a penetration girl just as much as you are a clit girl, and Jin knows he has you hook, line and sinker. He’s unlocked your formula and plans to see it to your very end.

“Look at you,” he murmurs adoringly as he fucks in and out of you. “So nice and wet for daddy. Getting my fingers so slick.” He groans. His cock is hardening rapidly, and he moves his hips on the bed for some stimulation. “I can’t wait to fuck this sweet little hole. I’m going to be the only one who ever makes you cum, and I will always make sure you fucking cum.” He promises.

You’re whimpering with a pleasant mixture of need and satisfaction as he thrusts his digits into you. Jin’s taking his time, which leaves you breathless, gasping for more and more. You want to be greedy and tell him to take you now, so hard and fast, but you want to make this last forever. Your pussy has never felt so alive and vibrant with desire as it does right now.

Jin returns to his post, mouth firmly attached to your clit as he picks up a pace with his fingers. He’s suckling again at your nub and you find it’s the perfect amount of pressure that has your vision darkening around the edges. An impossible tight string is winding so tightly inside you and you feel it threaten to collapse your entire body.

You allow your waning attention to focus on Jin for a moment, and you realize how he truly looks in his element. It looks as if Jin should have been the one between your thighs this whole time. You thought maybe this would feel wrong and perverse. Instead, it feels as if you two have finally slipped together and fit into the picture perfectly, instead of trying to jam into spots not meant for either of you.

It’s heady to think of him like this, your best friend who knows everything about you. It makes sense now—it was always meant to be him in your life. You’ve always wanted him to be the one who simultaneously makes you laugh and cum. He was always meant to be the one for you; it just took until now to really understand it.

Jin picks up the pace again, and it washes away your thoughts as you feel him increase the speed and pressure of his tongue in time with his fingers. His eyes are closed and he’s focused on this like it’s his destiny. Your legs quiver in anticipation as the tightness pulls more, pulls harder and your cunt tightens around his fingers.

It snaps the string inside you and your mental capacity. All you feel is bliss as your body unravels at his hand. Your channel pulses around him and he grins as he feels the clenching and hears your sweet and agonized moans. You’re incapable of any coherent thought except Jin, Jin, Jin and how deliciously sweet he has made you feel and the ecstasy he has wrought out of you.

He allows you a moment to settle down from your high and pulls his fingers from you. He presses a chaste kiss to your clit which makes you squeak at the over stimulation.

As you come back to life, panting breath slowing, he sits up on his knees and smiles at you.

“So, are all the rumors true? Am I good?” He looks smug and as much as you want to slap it off him, you can’t when he’s covered in your slick and looking incredibly sexy while doing so.

“Yeah, you’re good,” you breathe. He grins back at you and moves to lay next to you on the bed. You snuggle up beside him and throw your arm and leg over him. It feels as if you’ve been doing this for years, as if this isn’t the first time you’re being intimate with your best friend of two decades.

After your breath settles completely, he looks over at you with a smile.

“You ready for round two?” He asks.

You’re moving and straddling his hips, rubbing against the hard length in his jeans.

“You know it, daddy.”

His hands quickly move to unbutton his jeans and shove them down and off his body.

“Well,” he quips with his signature grin. “We better get down to Jin’s-ness.”

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flooffybits · 3 years

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A love like yours knows no bounds, but a love like yours should remember that a heart like yours is precious above all.

Warning: character death, blood, cheating

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Minji stared at you, the silence stretching as the tension grew thick.

Your breathing had yet to revert back to your normal breathing pattern and she could see just how shaken you were after asking her what Haneul showed you in your dreams.

You hated how you weren’t sure if it was another one of his tricks or if it really was another suppressed memory. But judging by how Minji had reacted to your question, you were beginning to believe that it was the latter.

“Minji…” You call and she slowly withdraws her hand to rest them both at her sides. Shame filling her features before she let out a shaky breath. "I promised to tell you if you asked." She whispers, and you barely even catch it with how low her voice had gotten.

Reaching to finally turn the lamp on, Minji shifts after, just so she's facing you, wanting to look you in the eyes as she answers your questions as truthful as she could. Though how quickly she'll be able to answer would be on how complex your question would be.

"Wendy… she's been another person Haneul strung along with keeping us separated." She started with a sigh, the bitter feeling coming back to her chest when she remembered the first time she'd met the woman, but she quickly shakes it off when she sees your face and remembers the expression you wore when she found you with the other. “We found you a little later compared to now and… you were married to her in that lifetime.”

You felt your heart sink at that and the images of what happened in your dreams kept rewinding in your head. “We didn’t hurt her, I swear.” She whispers, but when she recalls that painful moment, she can’t bring herself to look you in the eyes. “I’m sure he’s told you already, and while it was never my intention… you had an affair with me.” She quietly admits and you had to pause at the new information.

“Wendy found out about it and… she was upset, and she left your house but-”

“She got into a car crash...”

Minji nodded her head regretfully as you finished her sentence for her and you just felt sick to your stomach at this point.

"We tried to help her but… she didn't make it through the surgery, and right after that, Haneul brought us into another lifetime and wiped your memories again." She sighed out. "He didn't give you the chance to grieve. He didn't let you properly say goodbye and we just…" You could see just how difficult it was for her to continue, yet she pushed through, believing that you deserved to know the entire truth.

"Show me."

Minji blinks in surprise at your words, but when she remembers that your memories were back, she was quick to understand what it was you wanted her to do.

"You can still do it?" She asks softly before you nod your head, though the shaky exhale you let out after nodding informs her that you're not too enthusiastic about this decision either. “Y/n, if you don’t want to-”

“I just…” You cut her off with a pained look crossing your features. “I just want to know. I have to know. In another life, someone died because of me.” You try to hide the crack in your voice, but the way Minji’s expression shifts shows that you failed to do so.

She knows how much you care, even with the years apart. You cared too much for those around you, so finding out that you were the cause of your own wife’s death, even if it were in a different life, it was sure to affect you more than one would think.

“I understand.” Minji assures you before she gestures for you to lay down, and you do. Laying on your side so that you’re facing the older woman, she soon follows suit, leaving a little bit of space between you before bringing one hand up for you to take. And with one more inhale, you carefully take her hand before letting your eyes close, Minji looking at you for a few more seconds before she follows suit.

Minji brings you further into her memories and you watch as the scenery around you shifts in the blink of an eye.There are places that you deem familiar, yet there are those that are too blurry for your mind to fully comprehend.

But before you can question her about any of these places, it all comes to a halt and you find yourself standing in front of a house, walls painted a light blue and the lawn clean with the grass trimmed and flowers just watered maybe at least ten or so minutes ago.

“This is where you lived when I found you.” Minji spoke, her hand releasing yours as she walked closer to the fences. “It’s a beautiful home, and I honestly should have known by then that you weren’t the only one residing in it.” She mutters, a sort of grimace on her expression, but she quickly brushes it off before gesturing you to the house.

You quietly walk closer to the entrance, and instantly, the door opens for you, allowing you access into the house with Minji following after you.

The inside was as simple as it was outside, though having a few more decorations. There were pictures hanging on the walls and some resting right on the shelf above the fireplace. A coffee table sat in between that and a long couch, then a television was set on to the right, a few feet away from the archway that led to the dining room and kitchen.

“Y/n, come on, I’m going to be late!” A familiar voice meets your ears and you see as Minji’s shoulders tense for a split second before she’s forcing a calm look to show you that everything was alright.

There’s giggling that comes after, and you see another version of you holding the short haired blonde in your arms as laughter spilled from both of your lips when you refuse to let go of her.

“It’s still early, come on, do you really have to go so soon?” You ask with a small pout that makes your wife coo before she’s pressing the palms of her hands against your cheeks, a kiss being pressed to your forehead and drawing a sigh from your lips at the comfort that washes over you.

“How are you seeing this? You weren’t around for it.” You can’t help but ask, eyes straying from the couple to the woman standing next to you, but her eyes don’t look away, almost reminding herself of what she had once ruined.

“Because these are your memories.” She replies without looking. “The front may be mine, but at this moment, these are your own memories, connecting with what I have.” She explains softly, a sting to her heart in seeing you completely enamored by another woman who wasn’t her.

But it’s not your fault, she reminds herself.

You watch when Seungwan leaves the house and you don’t take too long to leave for your own job. The moment the door closes, you notice the shift outside, and you soon find yourself in Minji’s presence this time, a look of conflict in your eyes when the two of you stand not too far away from the Han River.

The older woman’s hair was dyed a vibrant red, and it suited her, you think. The brightness of the color complimented the bright expression she wore on her face as she gazed up at you from her crouching figure, searching for a flower before she finally found the one she was looking for.

“You know, red suits you.” You had said and the other looked a bit surprised, though her expression never falters as she giggles with a soft hue coating her cheeks before she’s holding the flower up to your face. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve been told, but white suits you a lot.”

And there comes the conflict again, because yes, you have been told that white suits you. Everyday, your wife would offhandedly comment on it whenever she saw you with either a white shirt, pants, or anything, really.

Innocence and purity.

But your thoughts were neither of those two because here you were, spending time with another woman whilst your wife did her best for the life you were supposed to live together.

You watch as your past self plucks the flower from Minji’s hands before gently tucking it behind the older girl’s ear, the white contrasting with her red hair, yet she looks ethereal either way.

“I don’t think anything could compare to your beauty.”

Your breath hitches while you watch yourself pull Minji closer, her front flush against your own before you had both leaned in. You only force yourself to look away when your environment begins to shift again and you’re once more inside the house.

“Tell me the truth.” Seungwan’s broken voice feels like a sharp blade running through your heart and you’re forced to watch whilst Minji could only look away in shame after Seungwan had arrived right when she was supposed to leave. “Tell me, Y/n.”

“I…” Your fists clench at your sides before your shoulders fall, slumped in defeat as you slowly shake your head. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper as the tears your wife had tried to keep at bay finally trailed down her cheeks as she took a step back.

“I don’t think sorry is going to be enough to fix something like this.” She chokes out, gesturing to you and Minji, and you finally lift your head when she races out the door, keys in hand. “Wendy, wait!” But as you reached the door, she was already starting her car and, soon, driving away from the home you had both built.

The home you carelessly destroyed.

Never mind the rain that pelted against your vulnerable form. You watched as the car slowly disappeared into the distance with tears of your own mixing with the water droplets that hit your skin while Minji tried to think of what she could possibly do to help you.

While you watch, you notice Yubin lurking somewhere in the distance, covered by the darkness with a small frown on her face. However, her gaze snaps to the direction Seungwan had gone off to when a bird perches itself on her shoulder, there’s worry on her features and it doesn’t take you long before you find yourself standing in front of the wrecked car, exactly like Haneul had shown you.

“She died before they could get her to the hospital.” Minji finally speaks again, watching as your figure stood watching as the flames consumed the car, the sounds of sirens echoing in the air whilst people began to crowd around, trying to see what had happened.

And among those people, you can see all of the girls littered around, blending with the crowd with apologetic and sorrowful looks on their faces when you tried to help your wife out of the damaged car, only to be pulled away so that the paramedics could get her into the ambulance when they got the stretcher ready.

“We wanted to help, but there wasn’t anything we could have done…” She added regretfully and before you had a chance to see further, Haneul came out of nowhere, placing a hand over your eyes.

And before the girls could spring into action, he waved his free hand and everything faded to black.

When you opened your eyes again, the sun was already peeking into the horizon and Minji was looking at you, the same sorrowful look in her eyes mixed with guilt and shame of what she had done, and you can’t help subconsciously squeezing her hand.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers and you slowly shake your head, a frown on your lips as you bring her hand to them just enough so they barely brush against her knuckles. “No matter how much I want to fix it, I know I was part of why that happened.” She uttered out. “Your grief may have been short lived but I hated how he didn’t let you feel any of it. And now that you know…”

She doesn’t need you telling her, because she can feel it throughout the entire trip through her memories. The air had shifted when it all came back to you and she knew it was only then when the pain actually came crashing down on you, slapping you on the face to make you see just what it was that you had gone through.

As they say, no matter how much you delay the pain, it will only hurt worse once it comes back to you.

“You didn’t know I was married…” You whisper and she slowly shakes her head. “I only found out when I saw you together at the grocery. Sua spotted you and that’s when I realized you were seeing me behind her back.” She explains, her voice laced with the pain and burden she’d been carrying.

“Why you didn’t tell me, I don’t know. But that night… I was supposed to tell you that I didn’t want to keep hurting her behind her back, even if she didn’t know anything.” She explained quietly. “That was when she caught me at your home. A friend of hers had caught us, together. And seeing us had confirmed her claims.”

“But you wanted to stop it from happening.” You try to reason, yet she shakes her head one more time. “As much as I love you, I could never do that to another person. I had you taken away from me once, and I know how much it hurts. I didn’t want anyone else experiencing the same pain I did, so I tried to avoid it.” She sighed out, letting her gaze move to the ceiling. “I thought to myself, in another life, I have a chance. But this one, I have to let you go even if it hurts.”

And it’s there that you understand just how deeply Minji has loved you despite your time apart.

Because no one would willingly sacrifice their hearts for the sake of someone else. And no matter how many chances she had, she’s not once given up or passed up the opportunity to reach you.

You had her heart from the beginning, and she wasn’t willing to take it back.

“Try again.” Bora’s gentle instruction meets your ears and you let out a huff before shutting your eyes for a brief moment, only to open them again and then stare at the pocket watch sitting in front of you.

Right after lunch, the older women whisked you away and brought you behind the house just so you were in a less noisy environment to help you focus more. But you didn’t understand why you were trying to recall the memories of an inanimate object instead of a living being instead.

“Judging by your behavior these few days, you don’t remember everything.” The older girl stated and you flinched when the memory of Minji that morning replayed in your head. “So, to recall, while you can look into people’s thoughts and memories, you can also recall how things come to be.” She gestures to the watch.

“That, for example. You can recall how it was made or how it came to your possession, when and where I got it for you, so on. In one of your older notes, you’re capable of doing more, but you just lack the practice. So now, we’re starting from scratch.”

Out of nowhere, a cloth wrapped around your head, covering your eyes and stealing your sight before Bora gave your shoulder a pat. “Best way to help you enhance your senses is by taking one away.” She states before her voice slowly becomes farther to your left.

“I don’t see how this-”

“Shush, just focus on what you want to do.” She tells you and you grunt. “I want to go back inside.” You say with a huff and she rolls her eyes before the end of the cloth flicks your ear. “Ow!”

“Focus!”

You groan but do as told, anyway, focusing your energy on the pocket watch after blindly searching for it in front of you, letting your hand wrap around the cool item and letting the image of it form in your head.

While you’re busy with the watch, Bora watches you from the side, arms crossed with a thoughtful look on her face when Minji walks out of the building to join the two of you, water bottles in hand to make sure you don’t overwork yourself.

“How is she doing?” The older of the pair asked and Bora let out a sigh. “She’s agitated, that’s for sure.” She nodded in your direction as you kept fiddling with the watch in your hands, but with how minimal your movements have been compared to earlier, it was clear to them that at least something was working.

Minji pursed her lips before nodding slowly. “Do you think I can help with that?” She asked slowly and Bora turned her gaze away from you to look at her friend properly. “Are you sure about that?” She questioned and Minji finds it ironic how she had asked you something similar earlier that day.

“If it’s going to help, then I don’t see why not.” She answers, trying to appear nonchalant, but Bora sees right through her. “Unless you’ve had a change of heart, what’s the reason you’re suddenly willing to use your powers on her?”

Minji huffs before crossing her arms. “I just want to help her.” She mutters, but Bora knows her well enough to know that she wasn’t telling the whole truth. “Jiu, whatever is going on between you guys, I don’t want you doing something stupid that could end up hurting both of you.” Bora stated before she looked back at you, watching as you stayed still where you sat.

Your shoulders were tense, but it’s not exactly long when your thoughts come spilling out and Bora can see her past self going through stores and eventually picking the watch up.

A silent smile creeps up her face as she nodded her head before the memory shifted to when you saw the watch smash against the wall in your dreams up until she had fixed it for you.

Once that stopped, Bora allowed the cloth to fall from your eyes and drape loosely around your shoulders, giving you back your eyesight that it causes you to blink at the sudden brightness that hit you.

“Well, you were able to do what you were aiming for.” Bora comments when she walks over, her hands folded behind her back, noting the slight exhaustion on your face when she walked closer. “But we have to keep your powers under control. They’re spilling over again and as helpful as it is sometimes, you know that it’s just as dangerous.” She explains while you nod your head and Minji kept quiet as she listened to the conversation instead, opting to not say anything for now since her own thoughts have yet to calm down after that morning.

Bora tries to come up with a way that could possibly help you, however the idea that pops up in her head causes her brows to furrow before she’s glancing at her friend, almost a little reluctant. “The way you’re looking at me is making me worried. What is it?”

Minji didn’t need her to say anything to know, and you look up at the pair. “I mean, the best way for your thoughts to run rampant is when you’re panicking… right?” Minji’s eyes widen at the suggestion, staring at her best friend as though she’d grown a second head. “You’re not asking me to do what I think you’re doing.”

“You said you were willing to do anything that will help!”

“But that’s too much!”

You reach for one of the bottles and take a quick sip before rolling your shoulders. “If you’re suggesting for unnie to use her abilities on me, then I don’t mind.” You cut in on their conversation, causing both their heads to snap in your direction. “If that’s what’s going to help, then it should be okay.”

“But I don’t want you to get hurt.” Minji argues, fists clenched at her sides while you shoot her a small smile. “I know you won’t do anything to intentionally hurt me.”

Your words cause her to go quiet and Bora takes that as a sign to keep going. “In the event that things go south, you can calm her down and reverse everything. I’ll be here to keep a hold of her, so we’ll be okay.”

“Fine.” She breathes out, opening and closing her hands before she lets them rest on her sides. “Just, if this turns out badly, I’m not doing it again.” She tries to sound firm, but it’s clear that she’s afraid. After what happened with Haneul, she doesn’t know what she would do if she were the cause of your distress again.

Bora gestures for you to sit against the wall before the cloth is back over your eyes. And without another word, chains wrap around you to prevent you from moving too much and potentially hurt yourself or anyone near you whilst Minji takes a cautious step closer.

She’s aware of Bora’s eyes on her as she moves closer. As soon as she’s kneeling next to you, Minji slowly reaches to rest her hands against your jaw, carefully cradling your face as she leaned closer, pressing her lips lightly against your temple before moving them near your ear, enough for you to feel her breath against your skin.

“I trust you.” You whispered when you could still feel her reluctance and Minji let out a breath before nodding her head. “I’ll be right here.” She whispers before she finally closes her eyes, whispering a single word before she feels your body grow rigid under her touch.

There’s a spike in your memories and thoughts. All the worries and fears come creeping up and your shallow breathing had alerted Minji and Bora that you were now in the state they were aiming for.

Minji doesn’t move away from your side, wanting to snap you out of it as soon as it becomes too much, and she was quick to do so at the first whimper that came from your lips. Bora even ran over, letting the chains fall to the ground while Minji ripped the cloth from your face.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe.” Bora instructed, rubbing your back as Minji pulled you into her arms. “You’re okay, it’s okay. We’re stopping.” She whispered while running her fingers through your hair.

But despite the inner panic you had just experienced, you were more than willing to push through. “Again... I want to try again.” You panted while shaking your head. “But Y/n-”

“It’s okay.” You argue. “I can keep going.”

The pair exchange looks before they’re reluctantly agreeing, putting you back in the same state. It’s a cycle for the next few hours, and they can see that it’s taking its toll on you. By the time the sun starts setting, the rest of the girls have come to check on your progress, only to see the weary looks on the two eldest members of your group.

“Is this working?” Yoohyeon quietly questioned and Bora grunted while wiping the sweat off her forehead. “She’s trying, and we’re getting there. There’s just too many suppressed memories - emotions, that she’s facing.” She explains when Siyeon carefully grabs her arm to balance her.

“But you’ve been at it for hours. This is too much for all three of you.” Handong stated with a frown. “Unnie, I think you need to take a break.” Yubin tells them when she approaches your hunched over figure.

Gahyeon lightly squeezes Minji’s shoulder before her own frown deepened at the sight of blood trickling down your nose, an indication that you were overusing your powers and that you were pushing yourself far too much than you were supposed to.

Aside from that, they could all feel the frustration and exhaustion you were currently dealing with. But what makes them all worry even more is the image of the burning car that your memories bring to all of them.

“I think that’s enough for today.”

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extraordinarilyfadedmemories · 3 years

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Let’s Have A Baby; Part II

Cordelia Goode x Reader

Warnings: Morning Sickness, FLUFF

Summary: Post ritual (takes place after part I), this is mainly a filler chapter to tie fill some of the gaps in the story. The next chapter is going to be LONG and action packed! I will try to have part III up later on today or early tomorrow. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!!

Taglist: @scarlspookyszn @cordeliafoxxe @cordeliasprincess @goodeday2u

It had been four weeks since the ritual. Everything was seemingly normal, and Cordelia really hadn't shown any early signs of pregnancy. You could she waited for it everyday; when she woke up, it was like she longed to feel anything that would give her the reassurance she needed. You had cooked dinner, and the two of you were currently sitting across each other at the table. It had been a long week, and the girls were more than happy to let you enjoy a quiet evening together.

Cordelia was in the middle of laughing at something you said when her face went completely pale. "Delia-" you tried to speak up but she cut you off. "I think I'm gonna be sick." she said as she jumped out of her chair and ran to the garbage can. You followed quickly behind and grabbed the loose hair falling around her face. She heaved for a few minutes before finally regaining her composure; the color had returned to her face. You went over to the cupboard to grab a glass, and then rushed to the sink to fill it with water. Cordelia had made her way back to the table to sit down, and, as you made your way over to her, she spoke up, "Either your cooking was really bad, or that was a sign." A distant smile appeared on her face. "Well, I am a pretty bad cook." You replied causing the older woman to laugh as you set the glass down in front of her. "Thank you, my darling." Cordelia said softly as she picked up the glass and took a giant gulp.

Cordelia was rarely sick; she was, in fact, one of the healthiest people you had ever met. You could see the look of concentration on her face, and you were sure her mind was racing. "What if that was the first sign?" Cordelia said as she locked her brown eyes with your Y/E/C eyes and reached across the table for your hand. "It has been about a month since we tried." You replied placing your hand in hers before continuing, "Are you still feeling bad? Do you want me to run you a bath?" Cordelia's face lit up as she smiled at you and replied, "I feel fine, baby girl, however, I will take you up on that bath." You let your hand slowly slide out of hers, curling your fingers to brush against her soft skin. "Well then follow me, ma'am." you said as the two of you stood up and headed upstairs to your bedroom.

"Wait here, I'll get the bath going." you said as you gave your wife a soft kiss on the cheek and headed to the bathroom. After turning on the water, you made sure the temperature was just right before pushing the stopper to let the tub fill. You couldn't decide which bubble bath to use, so you grabbed both bottles and headed back to the bedroom to ask Cordelia. "Do you want Rose or Lavend- Are you crying?" you were startled at the sight of your wife crying. Dropping the bottles on the bed, you made your way over to her and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her in close to you. "What's wrong, love?" you whispered in her ear as you softly traced patterns on her clothed back. Cordelia let out a small laugh as she pulled away from you and wiped her eyes. "I don't know. Nothing I think." She laughed some more, tears still flowing from her eyes. You were confused. but you couldn't help laughing at the sight in front of you. You made your way back over to the bed and grabbed the bottles of bubble bath. "We're gonna go lavender tonight." You said as you walked out of the bedroom and back in to the bathroom.

When the bubbles were in the bath and the tub was almost full, you made your way to turn off the water. A figure in the doorway caught your attention, causing you to jump. slightly. It was fully nude Cordelia, a picture you had seen hundreds of times, but it always tinted your cheeks a rosy shade. She made her way over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer to her and hugging you tightly. "Thank you for this, Y/N." She said as she walked over to the tub and slowly stepped in, one leg at a time.

Cordelia let her back rest against the back of the tub and let her arms rest on the side. The soft light in the bathroom illuminated her pale skin, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your lover relaxed in front of you. "Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to join me?" Cordelia said, breaking the silence, eyes still closed. You smiled at her as you pulled your shirt over your head and shed the rest of your clothes. "Don't have to tell me twice." you replied as you climbed in the tub, positioning yourself so your back was pressed against her chest. Cordelia let out a soft chuckle as she worked her hands up your back and let the warm water slowly trickle down, so you let yourself relax and enjoyed the affection your wife was showing you.

You let out a small sigh of relief as Cordelia's hands slowly slid up to your shoulders and gripped them tightly. She lightly massaged the area and let her hands slide up and down your arms. "You are such a good girl for taking care of me, now let me take care of you, baby girl." Cordelia whispered softly in your ear, letting her hands rub over your collarbones and down to your chest. The smell of lavender taking over you as you slipped into pure bliss. After you both had dried off and made your way to bed, Cordelia had got sick again, and she was sick for the weeks to follow. It always seemed to happen mid-day, when Cordelia was busiest, and even though it disrupted her day, it made her happy, which in turn, made you happy.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" you asked as you made your way into the Supreme's office. She was putting a book back in the bookcase, her hair loose and her glasses perched on her nose. She smiled at you as you walked over to her and replied, "I am. Did you make sure to talk to Zoe?" You placed your hands on her hips as you placed a quick peck on her lips. "I did. She said she would handle everything and that the other girls are more than excited to have a Friday off." She leaned down and kissed you again, taking a minute to brush her lips over yours. "How should we tell the girls?" you asked Cordelia who was confused by your question. "What do you mean? We just tell them, right?" Cordelia said as you pulled away from her and moved to sit on top her desk. "No, my dear, we don't just 'tell them'. We have to make it fun." Cordelia chuckled and playfully slapped your thigh as she walked around and sat down at her desk. "Well then, I'm sure you will figure something out."

The rest of the day went by quick and it became Friday morning even quicker. It was the day of your follow up appointment and Cordelia had started the morning early, and woke you up with soft words and gentle kisses. She was in a cheerful mood and kept showering you with unexpected compliments, which warmed your heart. But on the ride to the doctor, something changed. "What if I've just been sick? What if there isn't a baby in here?" She said as the tears started to form in her eyes. You reached from the passenger seat and placed your hand on her thigh, looking over at her before speaking, "Cordelia, without a doubt in my mind, there is a baby in there. Your moods have been all over the place, and when are you ever sick? Huh?" You chuckled and pulled your hand away as she pulled into the parking lot. Cordelia had relaxed a little at your words, knowing that she was just nervous about what they would say. "You are so good to me, baby girl. You are an amazing wife, and you are going to be an amazing mother." she said as she cleaned up her face and looked over at you smiling. "Now let's go in before I have another breakdown." she said causing you to chuckle.

They collected some samples and ran some test, but the wait for the results were neverending. Cordelia was wrapped up in some pamplet talking about baby bottles and you were watching from the chair next to her. You could feel your nerves building inside. You didn't understand what was taking so long, and every negative thought crossed your mind at once. The loud creak of the door opening pulled you out of your thought. "Hello ladies, how are we feeling?" the doctor said as he entered the room. Cordelia was the first to speak up, "Would be better if we could get some results. The wait is agonizing." You nodded at her words as the doctor flipped through the stack of papers he was holding in his hands. "Well, I can tell you that everything looks normal. All of your vitals are good, basically in the perfect condition to be carrying your baby." You reached over for Cordelia's hand as the tears slowly began to fall down her cheeks. "So we are having a baby?" You asked while lightly brushing your thumb over Cordelia's skin. The doctor smiled from ear to ear as he nodded his head, "Congratulations you two. You're gonna have a baby."

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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wooyoung x jealous!reader

word count: 9k

angst (warning: infidelity)

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you had always trusted your intuition. because while you weren’t very book smart, just getting by with b’s and c’s in most of your classes, you found it incredibly easy to read people.

their eyes were always a dead giveaway. whether they were able to look you in the face or not, if they were twinged with happiness and amusement or tight with fear and apprehension.

wooyoung’s eyes were the thing that first caught your attention, the older boy you’d seen so many times in the hallways or in the cafeteria laughing with his friends or looking around happily. but on this one particular day, he plopped down next to you during lunch and completely caught you off guard.

“hey,” he said casually, like this wasn’t the first time he’d ever spoken to you or acknowledged your existence. you looked at him warily, smiling in confusion as you waved at him hesitantly.

“hi.”

“you’re cute,” he told you bluntly, smiling in a way you know should be getting your heart and stomach fluttering. but you couldn’t help but feel skeptical of the boy, raising your eyebrow at him in confusion.

“okay...” you said, the smirk on his face at the hesitation in your voice far too handsome and charming.

“usually, someone would say oh, thank you or you too,” he says, his eyes widening playfully as his eyebrows shoot up teasingly. but you don’t want any part in what he’s trying to offer you, knowing far too well an older boy like him wouldn’t want anything other than...fun with you. and that’s not something you can offer him.

“i didn’t ask for the compliment,” you say, feeling yourself grow more defensive and snippy as he leans in closer to you. like he’s becoming more and more enticed at the way you dismiss him. “why are you even talking to me?”

“why are you trying to not talk to me?” he counters, cocking his head to the side as his eyes pierce yours. it makes you unbearably nervous, how confident and sure he can stare at you without the slightest bit of hesitation. “i wanna get to know you.”

“why?”

his lips quirk to the side like he knows he doesn’t really have an answer for you that would make sense. just that anytime he’s seen you around school, he’s been intrigued by you. he likes that you seem just as comfortable alone as you do with other people, how you always make sure to throw out all your wrappers and that you take the same routes everyday.

he can’t quite pinpoint it, he just likes something about you.

“because i have a feeling we’d be good for each other.”

and to this day, after nine months of dating, you still don’t know how he knew that. he had sat with you everyday that first month, getting to know you and watching you slowly open up to him. it had taken a bit longer than he initially thought but once it happened, you both saw he was right.

you had a natural chemistry and banter that only certain people had, something innate within the both of you bringing you closer and closer. he had asked you on a date one friday afternoon, suggesting to wear something comfortable and that he’d pick you up at six.

it had been the most chaotic first day of your life, a bizarre restaurant where you were blindfolded while you ate your meal followed by skating hand in hand at a roller rink. you both left with bruises littering your knees and hands, something very unsuspecting for a first date.

“i didn’t anticipate what a shit show that was gonna be,” he told you honestly when he dropped you home, walking you to your front door as you giggled; that was the best word to describe the evening.

but it had also been one of the best nights of your life, his contagious laugh and smile only making you laugh harder and smile wider. and when he asked you to be his girlfriend at your doorstep, he only continued to make you the happiest girl alive.

you couldn’t believe he had spent his senior with you. took you to his prom and after-prom in the mountains, got you a ticket to his graduation and showed you off proudly to his family, took you to every party that his fellow classmates had and always made sure you felt comfortable and included.

but you guys also talked about the elephant in the room, the fact that he’d be attending a college over an hour away while you stayed here to finish your last year of high school.

“what are we gonna do?” you asked one night, laid out on a blanket as you looked up at the sky. stargazing was something you guys had always done, doing it on a whim one night before it turned into a weekly date night activity.

he rolled over and held himself up on his elbow, reaching out to smooth out your hair as he looked over your face. “what do you mean?” he asked softly. and when you turned to him with tears in your eyes, he immediately took you in his arms.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he cooed. the night had been going fine, all smiles and laughs as you ate your incredibly unhealthy fast food under the night sky.

“i don’t wanna break up,” you whimpered against him, your hands fisting his grey sweatshirt as you hid your face in his neck. he pressed a kiss to your head, bringing a hand to your back as he rubbed up and down soothingly.

“who said anything about breaking up, my love?” he cooed, the term of endearment causing your stomach to swoop. he had just started calling you that after he told you he loved you a few weeks ago, remembering the way he looked at you so sweetly when he confessed those words.

“i-i just assumed you wouldn’t wanna be with your high school girlfriend in college,” you say quietly against him. “it would make sense, i guess, so i can’t say i blame you but-”

he brings your face to his as he places a firm kiss on your lips, melting into you as he palms your cheek softly. you kiss him back immediately, feeling your heart break at the thought of never being able to do this again.

“i don’t know why you’re thinking like that,” he mumbles once he pulls back, running his hand through your hair before tucking the strands behind your ear. “but get those thoughts out of your head. i’m not breaking up with you, baby. in case you forgot, i just told you i loved you the other day.”

“i know but-”

“but what?” he asks with a smirk, pushing you down on your back and rubbing the stray tear off your cheek. “you think i just say shit to say it?”

“no, but-”

“then stop. i’ll tell everyone at college i have a high school girlfriend and they won’t have shit to say about it.”

you giggle softly at his tone and then even more when he tickles your sides, your screeching causing him to smile and bend down to kiss you again. it’s a night you think you’ll always remember, a night that really solidified your relationship and made you put 100% of your trust in him.

it’s why now, as you help him move into his college dorm, you have not a single feeling of doubt or anxiety. you told each other you’re gonna alternate weekends, him driving to you or you driving to him on weekends you’re both free of school or sport obligations.

his roommate mingi was a tall, intimidating boy who the second his mouth opened you took a liking too. he was bouncy and happy and loud and him and wooyoung got on a little too well. you were concerned about the wellbeing and ears of everyone in the dorm, seeing how playful and friendly the boys were with each other already.

you had left to go home with a parting kiss on your lips and his lowly mumbled “i’ll see you soon, baby,” in your ear, his words immediately sending excitement through you. because you hadn’t even left and you were already so eager to see him again.

and for the first two months, everything had been great. you texted and facetimed everyday, he went to you and you went to him and he made you feel as welcomed at the college parties as he did at the old high school ones he’d take you too.

but then your first inkling that something didn’t feel right was at a halloween get together at his friend’s frat house. hongjoong was the type of a guy you think most college girls longed for: attractive and alluring but extremely unattainable. wooyoung had introduced him as one of mingi’s best friends, the small group of men as nice as they were handsome.

there had even been a few girls, all of them either friends or lovers of the boys, who welcomed you with open arms and took you under their wing. but then there was one girl who the second you met her, she rubbed you the wrong way.

“lisa!” one of them said, grabbing a pretty girl with black hair and bringing her over to you. “this is y/n. wooyoung’s girlfriend!”

“ahh this is the high school girl he always talks about,” she says excitedly, her voice high and nasally as she brings you in for a friendly, gentle hug. “nice to finally meet you.”

“you too,” you smile. “are you one of the guys girlfriends?”

she smirks at your question and something about it unnerves you, the way her pretty lips pull up and her eyebrows raise causing you to cave in on yourself.

“nope, no boyfriend for me,” she says. “but i’m hoping to find one....soon.” you watch her eyes travel toward wooyoung and his group of friends, you heart twinging with the slightest bit of insecurity and fear, before she looks back at you. “how long have you and woo been together?”

your eyes narrow at the nickname but you shake it off, smiling at her as you tell her it’ll be a year next month.

“aw, how exciting! that’s a long time for people so young.”

you choke out a laugh as you nod your head, watching her eyes filter over to wooyoung and his friends again. she really is one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever met, not seeing why anyone in that group wouldn’t jump at the chance to be with her.

but then wooyoung turns around and his eyes light up upon seeing you, walking over and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“hi, baby. i see you met, lisa.”

“yeah,” you say quietly, shyly smiling at him before lisa’s voice cuts in. “you didn’t tell me you guys have been together for a year!”

“almost a year,” you mumble but it goes unheard as wooyoung tightens his hold on your waist. “yup,” he says, placing a kiss on the side of your head and you can’t help but press yourself into him. “it has been pretty long, right, y/n?”

you lick at your lips as you nod your head, something about his words making your stomach knot until he squeezes your waist affectionately. “i want you to meet someone, my friend yeosang just got here.” you’d heard a lot about that boy over these past few weeks, someone in a few of his classes who rivaled him in terms of sassy remarks.

“okay,” you say softly, smiling up at him and he places a peck on your cheek. “it was nice meeting you, lisa.” she smiles at you in a way that seems forced, her mouth tight and eyes looking between you two with a cold, almost mocking expression; it’s hard to explain really, you just know you don’t like it.

“you too, y/n, i hope we can hang out some other time.” you smile at her as you nod your head, wooyoung dismissing the girl with a “see ya, lisa,” as you make your way to the other room.

you don’t question wooyoung until later that night, your head on his chest as he absentmindley plays with your hair. “woo, how do you know lisa?” you blurt out, his nickname falling from your lips causing her voice to ring in your head.

“she’s friends with mingi and them,” he tells you lazily, his eyes closed as his fingers continue to rake through your hair. “think she’s also in my english class.” you take in the information and nod your head, your quiet “oh,” causing him to pop open one eye.

“why do you ask?”

you shrug your shoulders as you turn to bury your face further into him, feeling his hand quickly pull you away so you can look at him. “y/n...” he says and you can’t help the way you let out a tiny sigh. you don’t know why it’s been bothering you all night, the way she kept looking his way and called him by that name, but it has.

and now you’re looking like a stupid, insecure girlfriend the second you meet one of his female friends. (except you didn’t have a problem with the four others you had met, it was just her).

“what?” you squeak quietly. he takes your face in his hands, thumbs softly rubbing at your cheeks as he looks down at you with soft eyes. soft and honest and sweet, the way they’ve always looked at you.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you insist, shaking your head as his warm hands cover your cheeks. “i just...she’s pretty.” the last two words are squeaky and fall flat, a tiny sigh leaving him as he brings your face in closer and pecks the tip of your nose.

“so are you,” he says, his thumbs caressing your cheeks again as he looks at you. “you’re pretty and you’re mine,” he says, snaking his hand down to tickle at your stomach. you giggle and wriggle against him, your tiny squeals of his name and his deep chuckle settling the sinking feeling in your stomach.

you’re just being insecure, you think, wooyoung had never given you a reason not to trust him.

three weeks later, on your one year anniversary, wooyoung comes down from school and spends the day with you. he took to the same restaurant and rollerskating rink like he did so long ago, when you were shy and reserved and still a little confused as to why he wanted to spend time with you.

but this time was even better than the last, still chaotic and a bit of a mess but some much needed time with your boyfriend. because with his coursework picking up, you haven’t been able to talk with as much during the week. but now you’re back at your house, laid out in your bed with your head on his shoulder as you watch a movie; or at least try to.

because ever since the horror started, his phone hadn’t stopped buzzing. he kept kissing your head in apology, taking it from your bedside table and typing out message after message; you didn’t say anything until he had gone back and forth ten times.

“do you want me to pause it?” you asked, moving your head off of him and scooting over. he looked over after he sent the message, shaking his head before putting his phone face down on the table; you try not to feel uneasy.

“no, love, i’m sorry,” he says, throwing his arm back around you before tugging him in to you. “lisa just had a few questions about an english project due next week.”

you feel yourself grow stiff at the mention of her name, the casual way in which he says it not settling you in the slightest. instead, it makes you remember just how unsettled her presence made you. how something about her words and eyes seemed disingenuous. and perhaps you still think it was your own insecurities but you’ve also never not trusted your instincts before.

“oh.”

he looks over at the tone in your your voice, frowning ever so slightly before pulling you into him. “i’m sorry, babe, i promise i’ll pay attention now,” he says, nuzzling his face into your neck. you smile as his hair starts to tickle your neck, giggling when you feel his lips on your skin before you’re screeching his name when he gets you on your back.

“stop,” you whine playfully, despite the way your arms wrap around his shoulders. he looks at you and smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. you hear the faint double vibration of his phone on your bedside table but you both ignore it, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth as his hand rests on your waist.

“love you, baby,” he hummed lowly when he pulled back, trailing his lips down to your neck before they go farther and farther until your mumbling your cries in the crook of your arm.

and because he loves you, he always understood you didn’t like to drink. you didn’t like the taste of it or the idea of not being in control of your body, settling for a coke or water at any party you went to.

but a week before his semester was over, you drove up to visit and found yourself at another frat party. it was just as packed and loud as it was last time, the slightly overwhelming scent of alcohol and chattering of college kids making you uneasy.

wooyoung and his friend’s made it easier, though, including you in the conversation when prompted and sitting with you as they waited for their turn at beer pong. “are you sure you don’t wanna play, love?” he asked you lowly, knelt between your knees as he looked up at you.

“you know i don’t drink, wooyoung,” you said lowly, cheeks burning because you feel like a stupid little kid here. and he knows you don’t like these things in the first place so why would you wanna play?

“i know but it’s just a game ba-”

“wooyoung! c’mon, i need a team member still,” lisa’s voice whined, smiling at you before her gaze trains on wooyoung. you narrow your eyes slightly, a sinking feeling deep within the pit of your stomach as you watch wooyoung nod his head at her.

“i’ll be back, love, watch how quick i win,” he winks, raising up to place a peck on your lips before snaking over to the table. you watch with a small smile before it falls from your face, looking down to play with your fingers. you wanna play with him but the crowd and environment is too much, coupled in with the fact you’d be experiencing this firsthand in front of a bunch of seasoned college kids who will probably laugh at you.

you look like you don’t belong here and you feel like it too. but wooyoung does, his handsome smile and infectious laugh just naturally bringing people in. an excited squeal leaves lisa when wooyoung’s ball lands right in the cup, his and her hand meeting in a high five that lingers just a little too long.

you’re sitting there for twenty minutes, just watching pathetically as wooyoung and lisa land ball after ball. every time she gets in it, she’ll throw her arms up and her pretty long hair will swirl around gracefully. you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes, taking your phone out to distract yourself.

“hey,” you hear a voice say. your head pops up to see if they’re talking to you, the boy wooyoung introduced to you as yeosang looking down at you. he had described him as sassy and a bit of a blunt asshole but you hadn’t gotten that impression at all. he seemed sweet and kind, a soft-spoken voice with even softer eyes.

“hi. yeosang, right?”

“yeah,” he smiles, taking the seat next to you. there’s a few moments of silence and you look over again when lisa’s squeal pierces your ears. you take a sharp inhale, averting your eyes before you can see her and wooyoung celebrate together again.

“why are you sitting here alone?”

you peak at the boy looking thoughtfully at you and shrug, your lips quirking before you look back down at your hands. “just waiting for wooyoung to be finished,” you tell him. but then you hear someone say “rematch!” and your head snaps over, wooyoung smiling challengingly as he nods his head.

his eyes graze over to you and they turn sympathetic, a frown on his face before he mouths “sorry,” before holding up one finger. you let out a sigh but nod your head, sending him a small smile that drops when his attention is pulled away by lisa.

“you should tell him it bothers you,” you hear yeosang say, looking over at the boy with a wide eyed gaze. he says it so straight forwardly that it causes you to grown nervous, biting your lip before you open your mouth to speak.

“what?”

he raises his eyebrow and you know he’s seeing through your lie. the lie that you’re not all bothered by being here and watching him play with another girl. a girl you’re almost positive has ill-intentions. and now you see where yeosang’s bluntness comes in.

“that him and lisa make you uncomfortable,” yeosang tells you, looking over and seeing them smile at one another in victory. “because you’re worried, aren’t you?”

it’s the first time it’s been verbalized and it makes your stomach squeeze painfully, sadness and anger and disappointment flooding through you. “should i be?” you squeak, since you know he sees you them a lot more than you.

“i don’t know,” he says, the both of you looking over in time to see lisa smack wooyoung’s arm playfully as she throws her head back. “should you be?”

your conversation with yeosang rings your head for the rest of your time you’re there, wooyoung coming over after the eventual third game and taking you in his arms. “i’m so sorry, love, these pussies just wouldn’t accept losing,” he says loudly enough for mingi and another shorter boy to hear.

“it’s okay,” you say softly, begging him with your eyes to get out of here. and he must see it immediately because he takes your hand in his and pulls you up, snaking his arm around your waist tightly. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise,” he hums against your ear, “you wanna leave?”

you nod against him as you smile shyly, pushing yourself further into him. wooyoung says his goodbyes to his friends, the girls you’d been talking to before waving at you and saying they hope to see you the next time you come up. all the girls but lisa, who snaked her way over with a frown on her face.

“you guys are leaving?” she whined, looking over you quickly before switching to wooyoung. “but what if i need other partner?” your boyfriend chuckles at the girl, tightening his hold on you when he feels you stiffen.

“san’s pretty good, i’m just better,” wooyoung says before looking down at you. “little one wants to leave, though.” he says it lightheartedly but it makes your cheeks warm, like he’s talking about you as a little kid.

“oh c’mon, y/n,” lisa says, her cold hand touching your arm playfully. “we were having fun.” you smile despite the rage coursing through you, shrugging your shoulders as you mumble out an excuse that you’re tired.

“ah, right, i always forget you’re just a little high schooler,” she says, her voice snide and mocking like she knows that was one of your biggest insecurities. about you and wooyoung staying together. “you don’t like this kind of stuff, do you?”

“i don’t like my boyfriend ignoring me, no,” you snap, lisa’s eyebrow raising as she looks between you and the boy staring at you in shock; you never snap like that and he hadn’t realized you felt that way.

“yikes,” she mutters, her eyebrows shooting up sarcastically before looking at wooyoung comfortingly. “well i’ll see you guys soon, maybe,” she hums, might as well having said maybe, if you guys are still together come the spring semester.

“what was that?” wooyoung asks when you get outside, your hands intertwined as you walk to his dorm.

“what was what?” you mumble, your eyes trained down on the street in front of you. you hadn’t meant to snap like that but you couldn’t help it, the whole night had been rubbing you the wrong way.

“i wasn’t ignoring you, y/n, i was just preoccupied with the game. i asked you if you wanted to play.”

“when have i ever wanted to play drinking games, wooyoung?” you ask him, turning your head to look at him. “you know parties aren’t my thing.”

“then why’d you say it was okay to go?” he asks, the slightest hint of annoyance in his tone making you flare with anger. is he serious? he’s annoyed right now?

“because you wanted to go,” you say, eyebrows narrowed at him in confusion. “i wasn’t gonna ruin your last weekend here and say we shouldn’t go.”

“well i also don’t wanna fight with you my last weekend here, baby,” he says, smiling softly as his eyes roam over your face. he stops you both of you from walking and brings a hand to your hair, tucking it behind your ear gently. “we got through the first semester with no problems, love, let’s not ruin that, okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel ignored.”

you let out a sigh at his voice, hating the way his soft tone and eyes can always make you feel relaxed. your eyes bore into his and he raises a brow, tapping the tip of your nose before leaning down to kiss it. “i’m sorry, babyyy,” he drags out, wrapping his hands around your waist and placing a peck on your neck. “don’t be mad at me.”

“i’m not mad at you,” you sigh out, not being able to help the smile on your face at his whining. and once he feels your body relax, it’s like he knows he’s clear. because he pops up and kisses you on the lips, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

“let’s get home now, yeah? i want you sitting on my-”

“wooyoung!” you squeal, your hands flying up to your red cheeks as his loud giggle echoes through the street.

you don’t know when exactly you felt the slight change between you and wooyoung. it might have been during christmas break, those six weeks of what was supposed to be bliss something of a reality shock.

you thought spending everyday with him would be perfect, basking in the way you’d be able to do everything together again: go on dates and watch movies and have sleepovers so you could fall asleep next to him and wake to a kiss on your cheek. but instead, tensions began to form.

it was almost unrecognizable at first, your dates still full of smiles and laughs but always ending short. “i’m sorry baby, my mom needs me to watch my brother,” he’d say, “i gotta wake up early tomorrow, me and the boys are gonna go to the gym in the morning.”

but then when you guys actually were together, he’d seem distracted. absentmindley watching tv or playing games with you, his phone constantly vibrating as it lay face down on the table or bed. you’d ask him about and he always said it was probably seonghwa, jongho and yunho going crazy in the group chat.

then the one night you caught a glimpse of him texting, you hadn’t even meant to. you just leaned over him to grab your glass on the table, pecking his cheek in the process and hearing him chuckle happily. but then your eyes caught the name lisa at the top of the screen and you nearly dropped the drink in your hand.

“who are you texting?” you asked, holding your breath because if he lies, you know your heart’s gonna crumble right here.

“lisa,” he says and, while you’re grateful he doesn’t lie, it doesn’t seem to lessen the blow. “she’s registering late for classes so she was just asking me which ones i’m taking.”

“oh,” you squeak out, bringing the cup to your lips so you don’t blurt out something you can’t take back. you swallow it down as you watch a smirk cross his face, typing out a message before he puts his phone back down.

“you good?” he asks, turning to look at you watching him. you nod your head and place it back on the table, the phone buzzing again.

“do you text a lot?” you blurt out.

you watch his expression soften and he pulls you into him, his arm around your shoulder as he holds you tightly. “baby...” he says.

“what?” you squeak, feeling your cheeks grow warm. you hate that you feel this way, insecurity and doubt in him and your relationship laying heavy on your heart. but you have to imagine if you were texting another boy that wasn’t him, he wouldn’t like it. but you also don’t know, you never put him in the position to feel that way before.

“we’re just friends,” he says and you bite the inside of your cheek so you don’t scream; you hadn’t said anything like that so why is he telling you that? “she only texted me for the schedule, love.”

you look up to meet his gaze and see a frown on his lips, his eyes trailing over every part of your face. “do you trust me?” he then asks suddenly, seeing all of the doubt and hesitation over your face. you immediately nod your head, feeling tears burn the back of your eyes at the idea of starting a fight.

“then why does it seem like you don’t?”

and you don’t think much of this comment at the time, simply telling him all of your concerns about her being pretty and fun at parties and maybe being a better fit for him.

but in retrospect, when you’ll look back at this moment, you’ll realize just how manipulative he was. how this was the moment wooyoung looked you in the face and told you that he didn’t care about any of that, that he loved you and only you and that as long as you were his, he’d never look at another girl.

that he let you think for two more months that your intuition was wrong, that you were just an insecure girl not capable of trusting her perfect boyfriend. but he wasn’t a perfect boyfriend, you were coming to discover, especially when you sat alone in a restaurant near his school for your belated valentine’s day dinner.

he told you to come up that weekend so you could celebrate the holiday, saying just to meet him at a cute little cafe he’d been wanting to take you to. you arrived on time and waited in your car, looking around the area for his familiar face or figure. but after ten minutes, you shrugged it off and decided to get you guys a table.

but you sat there for almost forty minutes now, texts and calls going unanswered by him. workers and other customers were starting to notice you get more anxious, looking at you with sympathy in their gazes like you’d gotten stood up on a first date.

but this was your boyfriend of over a year, for your valentine’s day date, with a last minute gift you made for him weighing down your purse. feeling stupid and embarrassed, you shot up from your seat and charged back out to your car to drive to his dorm.

you walked the familiar path to his room and banged on the door, mingi’s face falling slightly when he sees the expression on your face. “hey, y/n,” he says, his voicer louder than usual. “what are you doing here?”

but sick of being meek and polite all the time, you push your way through and are hit with the stench of the small room courtesy of lisa, wooyoung and san passing a joint as they sit on his bed. four other people are also spread out on mingi’s and the dusty floor, looking up at you and nodding their heads at you; you’ve never seen them before.

wooyoung’s eyes widen the second he sees you, realization swarming in his face before he shoots up from his position.

“oh shit. hey, babe.”

you narrow your eyes at him, looking at the other people and seeing lisa staring right into you before you let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head and turning right around.

“y/n, wait,” wooyoung says, but you’re already out of the room before he can say anything else. angry tears sting your eyes as you stomp down the hall, footsteps behind you following quickly.

“y/n,” your boyfriend’s voice says again, tone begging and desperate for you to stop. but you only walk faster, walk as fast as you can to the door and push it open until the cold hair hits your face.

“y/n,” he says firmly one last time, grabbing you by the arm firmly but gently.

it fills you with so much rage, ripping it from his hold and spinning around to look at him. he has the balls to look sympathetic and upset, like he wasn’t getting high with random people, with lisa, while you were waiting for him on the date he planned.

“what?” you snap, looking at him and narrowing your eyes when he only looks at you taken back. “what wooyoung? what? you wouldn’t stop calling my name and now you don’t have anything to say?”

“i’m sorry,” he breathes out, stepping forward to put his arms around you but you step back and shake your head. hurt crosses his face and you wanna slap it off, thinking he has no right to be upset right now.

“why were you- i was waiting for you,” you tell him bluntly, voice strong despite how weak and defeated you feel. you know things have been rocky these past few months, missing each other’s phone calls and elapsed silences when you do see each other but missing a date?

“i know, baby, and i’m so sorry but i got distracted and didn’t notice the time and-”

“you’re the one who planned it wooyoung!” you yelp, “you got me excited thinking you actually wanted to see me and you left me waiting there for forty minutes.”

“i did wanna see you,” he says, stepping forward and grabbing you before you can move again. “i do wanna see you. i’m sorry. mingi’s friend’s came and we lost track of time.”

you press your lips into a tight line, wanting so badly to scream at him some more. these are all lousy excuses, they sound like bullshit to your and probably his own ears. if he didn’t wanna hang out with you, he could’ve just told you and saved you the-

his arms wrapping around you in a hug cause your thoughts to stop, arms shooting up as you consider pushing him away. but then his face falls into the crook of your neck and he tightens his hold on you, his mumbles of apologies and sweet nothings softening you slightly.

“why were you smoking?” you ask. you didn’t have a problem with him drinking or smoking, you just had no idea he did that now. you feel like you don’t know anything about him anymore.

“san brought it,” he says, pulling back and bringing his hand to your face. he caresses your cheek gently and a tiny frown covers his mouth, feeling a pang of guilt and hurt in his heart. “i really am sorry, love. i didn’t mean to forget and i’ve been so excited to see you. the time just got away from me.”

you purse your lips to the side in contemplation, looking up at him and shaking your head when, after a few silent moments, he smiles cutely at you. “i got you gift, too.”

you shake your head as you look at him, allowing yourself to move closer to him as he pulls you into his body. you’ve missed being like this with him, accepting the comfort and warmth and happiness he brings you.

“i did too,” you tell him, “even though i should make you wait.”

you know a pout is on his face before the whine leaves him, squeezing at your ticklish sides and making you spring away from him. “not fair!” you yelp. and then the teasing, borderline sadistic smile he gives you causes you to back up even more, speeding off in the direction of your car as he follows behind you.

you struggle to walk with his arms wrapped around your waist, the both of you giggling as you fumble to your car. a small voice in the back of your head is telling him you let him off too easy, that you’re stupid to not have asked more questions and to listen to the pit in your stomach telling you something’s wrong.

but you’re happy about the fact that you guys are good right now, that he’s smiling over at you with the softness is his eyes that remind you so much of the time you guys first started dating.

when you heard one monday that school would be closed on friday for testing, you immediately got the idea to surprise your boyfriend. you hadn’t been able to go up last week due to a family party and had really missed seeing him, his face on the camera of your phone not being enough to dull the ache in your chest.

so when friday morning came, so did your overwhelming excitement. you jumped in your car and drove to his college happily, knowing he didn’t have class until later in the day and hoping you’d be able to just lay in his arms for a few peaceful hours.

you stopped to get two coffees before you pulled into the parking lot, making your way into his building and down to his dorm. you do your best to knock on the door with your hip, surprised when it actually pushes open slightly. you hum happily, securing the two coffee cups in your hand before you open the door further.

“surprise!” you say teasingly, the happy smile on your face falling off immediately. because the surprise was actually for you, a shirtless lisa straddling your boyfriend’s lap as they kiss so naturally it makes you wanna puke.

you almost don’t believe what you’re looking at, the coffees falling from your hands and splattering on the floor. this isn’t real, there’s no way he would do that. he wouldn’t cheat on you, that’s not what your boyfriend wooyoung would ever do.

but in the way your heart is pounding rapidly and threatening to break, the way lisa’s head snaps away from wooyoung’s and looks at you in shock, your boyfriend’s eyes widening before he pushes lisa off to the side, you know he did it. he very well had lied and cheated and completely betrayed you.

“y/n, it’s-”

“not what i think?” you ask, voice eerily calm and even despite the chaos inside your body.

“it’s actually exactly what you think,” lisa’s snide voice says and the hatred that courses through you, you don’t think you’ve ever felt before. you wish you hadn’t dropped the coffees so you could’ve thrown it in her smug face.

“shut the fuck up, lisa,” wooyoung’s voice says, deep and low with an uncharacteristic growl in it before he makes his way over to you; it’s such a familiar scene, him moving toward you as you back away. except this time, you know you’re not forgiving him and the pain in your chest is ten time worse.

“baby, i-”

“don’t call me that,” you say, voice raising but still strong and even as you continue to walk backwards.

“okay, okay, just let me explain-”

“it doesn’t matter,” you say, shaking your head as you look at him with tears building in your eyes. you don’t wanna cry and scream and give the smirking girl looking at you the satisfaction of watching you have a breakdown. but you also can’t control the tears, watching him look at you with sadness and sympathy swarming in his eyes.

you thought you knew them so well and yet, he’d been lying to you the whole fucking time.

“it does, y/n, i have to tell you-”

“how long?” you ask. you don’t know why you ask, you don’t wanna know. but you can’t help it, the kiss looked far too natural and familiar to be something that happened in the heat of the moment.

“baby-”

and you can’t even help it when you stomp toward him and slap him across the face, your palm stinging as you his head snaps to the side. “i said to not fucking call me that,” you scream, wishing you could slap and punch and hit him over and over again for what he’s put you through these past few months. “now tell me. how long.”

and the coward that he is, with a red slap mark on his cheek, he shakes his head and looks at the coffee covered floor. you debate kicking him in the shin, just because you can and just because you have so many emotions swirling in you, before lisa’s voice pierces the air again.

“last day before christmas break,” she tells you, her shirt back on as she lays back in his bed like she belongs there. “i kissed him and he kissed me back.” you look at her and are half tempted to go and slap her as well, a humorless laugh leaving you. it sounds manic and unhinged, like you have two minutes before you completely absorb what’s happening and have a breakdown, but you can’t stop yourself from shaking your head.

“why do you sound so proud?” you ask her, voice shaking and threatening to break. “you knew he was with me. you knew he had a girlfriend. why did you always-” your voice breaks and you have to stop talking, holding in the tears and screams wanting to leave you so badly.

“i told you,” she says, cocking her head to the side as she looks at you. “i was hoping to find a boyfriend.”

“you didn’t find one,” wooyoung snaps, looking over her with disgust and rage in his eyes. “we were only-”

“hooking up?” lisa says, looking at him with a smirk before a melodic laugh leaves her mouth. “yeah, that sounds a lot better for your case, woo.” her eyes travel back to yours and she can only shrug her shoulders carelessly. “sorry but i saw him and wanted him. wish i had a better explanation for you.”

you bite the inside of your cheek and you think you’re probably drawing blood but you only nod your head, looking between her and wooyoung one last time. “well you have him now,” you say quietly, voice teary and breaking but it doesn’t even matter anymore. “enjoy.”

and like the dramatic exit any girl makes after she finds out she’s being cheated on, you turn around and slam the door before walking back outside. you feel the wet tears streaming down your face but only sniffle, wiping at your cheeks before the cold air finally hits them.

and that’s when you allow yourself to let out the first whimper, shaking your head as the tears start flowing because you can’t believe that just happened. you knew things had been rough and you knew you didn’t trust her so it’s not even like you can say you were surprised that she had gotten to him.

but that’s exactly the point. she had gotten to him, it was his duty to tell her to leave him alone and to stop talking to him and that he had a girlfriend he claimed to love. but now you have to get yourself together and drive home and wipe away every reminder in your room of-

“y/n, please,” you hear wooyoung say, his dejected form standing just outside the dorm building. you turn and his face crumbles when he sees you’re crying but really what the fuck does he expect? “please, please hear me out and if you never wanna see me again-”

“i already know i never wanna see you again,” you say, your voice back to being quiet and timid because you can’t take crying. you hate it and you hate that he did this. “so just go back inside, wooyoung.”

“no. not until you hear me out.”

and that sends another whole wave of emotions through you, mostly anger and rage as you stomp toward him and push him backward with all the strength you could muster.

“go fuck yourself, i don’t have to hear out anything from you. you’ve been cheating on me wooyoung. for three months. do you not fucking realize what you’ve done?”

“of course i do, y/n,” he says and you see tears welling up in his eyes now but you can’t find yourself to care. “i knew it was a mistake and i tried to break it off so many times but then-”

“you knew how i felt,” you say and now your voice holds no anger or strength. it’s just purely devastated and broken and shaky. “you knew i didn’t trust her and that i was insecure and you just kept telling me i never had anything to-” a sob leaves your mouth and you shake your head, backing away from him.

he already knows this, he heard this from you and lived with it for all of these months. he knew it before he started and while he did it, telling you that you trusted and loved each other, that you were his and he was yours and everything was gonna be okay.

“you’re such a fucking asshole,” you cry and a tear rolls down his cheek as he steps closer to you. “y/n.”

“i’m never gonna trust anyone ever again. do you fucking realize that, wooyoung?” you cry, his voice ringing in your head from january, when now you know he had already been with her, asking why you didn’t trust him. “you were with her and turned it around on me and asked why i didn’t trust you.”

he only starts to cry more as you piece together his lies and disgusting behavior, his gut wrenching and heart pounding the more this plays out.

“i’m sorry,” he says shakily, moving closer to you and taking your hands in his. “i’m sorry, y/n. please. please forgive me just this once and i promise i’ll-”

“you’re not seriously doing this right now,” you snap, eyes shooting up to his tearful ones and looking at him in outrage.

“i need you, baby, i love you and i fucked up but please, you can’t-”

“get away from me,” you say, attempting to rip your hands from his grasp. but he only tightens them and brings you closer to him.

“if you just listen to me, maybe you’ll-”

“stop,” you say, struggling to pull your hands free. you need to get away from him. you can’t hear him sound this pathetic and sad and begging.

“no. i need you to fucking hear me out and-”

“let go of me,” you say through clenched teeth, hot wet tears burning your eyes and running down your face; he’s making this a lot more dramatic and heartbreaking than it already is. but then he pulls you into him and wraps you in a hug and you’re so close to kneeing him between the legs.

his buries his head in the crook of your neck and holds you like his life depends on it, like his life just crashed down as he realized what the fuck he’s been doing for these past few months.

but you’ve realized for these past few months that things were different, that an awful strain was happening between you two and there was gonna be a sad ending no matter what.

so you push him away again with all the strength you have left and take a few steps backwards. “you lied to me, wooyoung. you lied to me and betrayed my trust and cheated on me with someone i told you i didn’t trust.”

“y/n, i know but-”

“i never wanna see you again. or talk to you again. do you understand me?”

“y/n...” tears are in his eyes and streaming down his cheeks and you’ve never seen him look so broken and fucked up before. but you’ve never felt this broken and fucked up before either, feeling like you’re about to collapse from the emotional havoc within you.

“we’re done, wooyoung,” you say, with a tone of finality and strength you can’t believe you have right now. but you also have to get one more dig in because you think you have the right to after all of this. “go back to lisa, now.”

you walk to your car and feel relieved when he doesn’t follow you, slamming your car door and locking it before you allow yourself to really cry. sobbing uncontrollably into your hands, to the point where it’s hard to breathe and you don’t think you’re ever gonna remember how to breathe again.

a tapping at your window has you jumping, getting ready to take off in reverse if it’s wooyoung begging for a second chance. but your teary eyes widen when you see his roommate mingi, looking at you with sad eyes. you swallow down the lump in your throat and get out of the car hesitantly, looking around to see if wooyoung was lurking.

you don’t say anything when you get out but mingi doesn’t say anything either. he just takes in your red eyes and teary, puffy face as the sounds of your sobs ring in his head over and over. sobs he feels at fault for, too.

“you found out?”

and even though you were already so broken and upset, those words somehow completely shatter you. your head snaps up and mingi’s face turns even more guilty and sad. you thought you and mingi were friends, always hanging out in the dorm with wooyoung and really coming to like the banter you three had.

but that question really makes it seem as if...

“you knew?”

he bites at his lip and doesn’t make a move, but the look in his eyes gives you all the confirmation you need. the way they look at you so apologetically and with pity, before they start roaming ever part of your face but your eyes.

another choked, broken laugh leaves your mouth and you just turn around to get back in your car. but mingi’s big hand takes the top of the door and stops it, his deep “wait,” causing you to snap around.

“why?” you snap, “you fucking knew and you didn’t tell me, mingi!”

“he’s one of my best friends and my roommate, y/n, what i was supposed to-”

“and who am i?” you scream, because you’ve taken just about all you can today. “i thought we were friends too, mingi.” his soft, sympathetic eyes roam over your face and his giant frame deflates, biting down on his lower lip hesitantly.

“i only found out last month,” he tells you honestly, “and he told me he was gonna stop.”

“oh, so what, he cheats on me in secret for a few months and everyone keeps me in the dark like a fucking idiot?”

mingi looks down at hearing the brokenness and anger in your voice, his lack of a response or justification the only appropriate thing about this moment. because it doesn’t matter, none of this matters anymore and you just wanna drive home and forget about all of this.

“it doesn’t even matter, mingi,” you say, taking his hand off your car door before dropping it in the air. “it’s over now. we’re done and they can be happy now.”

“he loves you, y/n,” the boy says quietly, like that’s supposed to make you feel better and run back into wooyoung’s arms. but you only laugh and shake your head, closing the door in his face before starting up your car.

because if that’s love, you hope to never be loved again. it made you go against your intuition and doubt yourself and allowed you to stay with someone who just ended up lying to you and hurting you.

(part 2)

#legit some emo shit #sorry luvs #hehe #anyway #wooyoungs tattoo!!#wooyoung #wooyoung angst #ateez #ateez angst #request #lisa is also my fav so pls dont yell at me

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maybank-starkey-obx · 4 years

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LOVE AND FIGHT

Pairing: JJ x Reader x Rafe

Synopsis: Imagine you’re Toppers sister who is having a secret relationship with JJ, but dating Rafe Cameron. Midsummer is when things take a turn!

Warnings: Swearing, slight abuse, hitting, name calling. Fluff!!

Request: Requested by @rochyu thanks for the great idea!

“JJ, I gotta go,” you giggle as he presses kisses down your neck. He hums against your skin and you close your eyes loving the feeling of his lips on you. “JJ,” you say more in a sigh.

“C’mon (Y/N) just a little longer,” he tells you pulling you closer to him by your hips.

“I told Sarah I would get ready with her,” you mumble as he kisses your lips again.

“So... you have hours,” he shrugs moving his hands up your shirt.

“An hour, not hours,” you laugh. “Plus... I’ll see you there tonight,” you add.

“You’re still gonna ditch after an hour?” He asks and you nod. “Really?”

“Yes, I promise,” you kiss his lips lightly about to pull away but he keeps you close and you laugh. “JJ!” You push him back.

“I can’t get enough of you baby,” he says and that makes you smile.

“I know, I know,” you blush. “But I’ll see you later, and we can be inseparable by then,” you tell him.

Tonight was the night you planned to break up with Rafe. He wasn’t for you, you were only dating him because both your guys’ parents want it. But you loved JJ, and you wanted to get away from coke head Rafe.

“Fine,” he groans pulling you into a hug and it warms you. “I’ll come along and rescue you later Kay?” He chuckles.

“Please do,” you nod.

Kie would be there tonight, so you were lucky enough to have her other than all the uptight bitches there. Besides Sarah... she was cool.

“Okay, bye. Love you,” you grin.

“Love you,” he replies with a smile. You turn to leave and you felt JJ plant a smack on your ass and you turn swatting him away and he just smirks.

“Bye!” You says again jogging over to your car.

You get to the Cameron’s place with your dress and you noticed your brother Toppers car here, unfortunately he was good friends with Rafe and Sarah is his ex. You get out of your car and grab your dress that was covered in a bag and you head into the house.

“Sarah?” You call when you walk in. Instead of Sarah Rafe shows up around the corner.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?” He asks with a grin walking over to you. His slicked back hair and polo, aka his regular attire didn’t faze you. Although when you saw JJ in his cargo-shorts and muscle tee... it automatically made you wet.

“I’m getting ready with Sarah, remember,” you point to the dress and he leans in placing a kiss on your lips, his breath tasting minty. So different from JJ’s beer and mint mix.

“Right,” he nods. “Did you smoke weed?” He steps back giving you a confused look.

“What?” You ask. “No,” you shake your head. A bit of panic creeps in, it was probably because of JJ.

“Hmm,” he shrugs. “What’re you wearing tonight? Something nice for me?” He smirks and it kind of made you sick.

“Just a dress,” you say. You were trying to distance yourself from him, so it would be easy for you to end it. He gives you a look.

“Can I see it?” He asks reaching out.

“No, you’ll see it tonight,” you remark.

“Special occasion?” He asks smirking again and you hold the eye roll back.

“Rafe, c’mon dude,” Topper walks in and sees you. “Oh hey (Y/N),” he says. “Getting ready with Sarah?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Is she upstairs?” I ask my boyfriend and brother.

“Yeah, in her room,” Rafe nods.

“Okay, see you guys later,” you put on a small fake grin.

“See you tonight baby,” Rafe leans in kissing you again, but you cut it short and pretty much run upstairs.

“Sarah!” You call heading down the hall and to her room. You walk in and she was singing to music while doing her makeup. She sees you through her vanity mirror and grins.

“There you are! I was waiting,” she says and waves you in. You put your dress on the bed. “Where were you?”

“Just caught up,” you shrug and she nods.

“I still haven’t seen your dress!! I’m excited to see it,” she grins at me through the mirror and you nod.

........

“Good?” You ask Sarah while you look at yourself through the full body mirror. You were wearing a long silk and lace type of dress. It was cream coloured and pretty nice.

“So pretty!” She nods. “It fits your figure so good!” She tells you.

“Cool,” you nod. You kept your hair down and wavy, with some light makeup. All you could think about is if JJ would think you look good. Although he tells you everyday all day, even at your worst. “You look really pretty too,” You tell her with a grin.

“Thanks,” she smiles. “I think we should get going now. We’ve spent enough time on this,” she laughs linking your arm with hers and you follow her.

Everything was in full swing when you two arrived. People everywhere, the old debutants laughing in a nicely manner. Since hanging out with JJ and the pouges, it made you less of a kook and realize how stupid the kook life is besides the whole being rich. The way they lived was so orderly and as a pouge, you do whatever you want.

You notice Kiara by her parents, her hair up and she was wearing a purple silk dress.

“I’m gonna say hi to Kie,” you tell Sarah and she nods. You walk over to her. “Hey, Kie!” You says and she turns and smiles.

“(Y/N)!” She says. “Hey, what’s up!?”

“Your dress is nice,” you tell her and she shrugs.

“Didn’t really wanna wear it,” she mutters and you nod. “You look good though!” She adds.

“Thanks,” you say looking around, there was a slight knot of nervousness in your stomach. You play with your clammy fingers and sigh. “Kie,” you look at her licking your lips, she just nods. “I gotta tell you something.”

“What’s up?” She asks.

“I...” you lean in closer to whisper so no one hears. “I kind of want to break up with Rafe tonight,” you tell her and you notice her eyes widen.

“Really?” She asks in a whisper back and you nod. “For JJ?” She questions and you nod again. “Well...” she drifts off. “If you think it’s a good idea (Y/N) then why not,” she nods.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admit. “What do I say?” You ask. “Do I tell him about JJ, do I just break up with him?”

“That’s up to you man,” she shrugs. “But good for you! You’re way better than that asshole,” she adds and you nod nervously. “But when?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “Sometime soon, I know that JJ said he’s gonna come by... well to see us,” you say and she nods.

“Yeah, he told us all to ditch,” she nods. “Does pope know?” She laughs as Pope works with his dad.

“I don’t know,” You laugh.

“Hey babe,” you hear Rafe’s voice and you turn to see him towering over you, dressed in his suit, with his hair again slicked back. “You look so hot tonight,” he tells you and the word hot makes you cringe. He couldn’t have called you beautiful or pretty at the least?

“Um... thanks,” you mumble and he grabs your hand pulling you close to him and leaning down to meet your lips. But instead you turn so he kisses your cheek. He pulls back confused.

“What was that?” He asks sounding annoyed of you.

“Nothing,” you shrug. “We’re at a party, we don’t need to put on a show,” you remark and he rolls his eyes.

“Since when have you cared?” He asks.

“Since now I guess,” you reply and he scoffs.

“I’m trying to be a nice boyfriend (Y/N), you don’t need to be such a bitch,” he moves his hand away from your arm.

“Classic,” Kiara rolls her eyes. “What a great boyfriend you are calling her a bitch.”

“Oh fuck off Kiara,” he says.

“Rafe!” You glare at him and he rolls his eyes again. Let me guess, he’s frustrated cause he hasn’t done a pound of blow yet?

“Screw this,” he sighs turning around and walking off. Typical.

“Pig,” Kie scoffs and you laugh. “I wish we could go back in time and you would never get with him.”

“If it were my way, I would’ve never,” you sigh.

“Hey guys,” Pope smiles a she puts a tray of food into the table in front of you guys.

“Hey!” You both reply to him with a smile. “You know about John B and JJ’s plan right?” Kie asks him.

“Yeah, they want us to ditch,” he nods. “I’m down... I think,” he looks back to his dad.

“Yeah, we are too,” Kiara nods. “And (Y/N)’s breaking up with Rafe,” she whispers to him and Popes eyes widen.

“Really?” He asks and you nod. “Finally,” he lets out a small laugh.

“Right!” Kie grins. “She’s growing up,” she pulls you into a hug and you laugh.

“Shut up,” you mumble but smile. The pouges were your friends, your true friends. These people here on figure 8 did not matter.

.........

You were leaning against the building and watching as everyone dances or talks to friends. You were just anticipating for when JJ and John b will be here to save you guys. You figured they’d just text you guys and you’d slip out somehow. You pat around for your phone and realize you left it inside. You head inside and start walking down the narrow hall, but then you get pulled into a dark closet and yelp.

“Who the fuck!?” You almost yell but you feel a hand clap over your mouth.

“Shh, it’s just me (Y/N),” you heard JJ’s voice and you slightly see the light from outside hitting his face.

“JJ,” you say pulling his hand away.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Hey,” he says.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“Well, I told you I’d rescue you didn’t I?” He replies. “That’s what I’m doing!”

You smile in the darkness. But dammit! You still needed to end things with Rafe, he’s just been absent the whole night somewhere, only god knows.

“I thought you’d just show up with the van, not come into the party,” you say in a low voice.

“Nah, I needed to see how pretty my girl is as soon as possible,” he tells you and you felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. Rafe could never compare. You lean in capturing his lips with yours and he grins kissing you back. He smelt of weed, tasted like the familiar beer and mint. You loved it. He wraps his arms around you, while you run your fingers through his hair tugging and he groans against your lips. You had an urgency to rip all his clothes off, but you couldn’t, not here and not now.

“I love you,” you tell him pulling back only a millimeter.

“I love you too,” he smiles brushing his lips past yours. “Can we get outta here now?” He asks.

“No, I need to do something quickly,” you tell him. “Okay?”

“What?” He asks.

“Just, stay here for a couple of minutes,” you say. You were hoping breaking up with Rafe would be fast and easy. You doubt he actually cared about you, but still everything was difficult with Rafe.

“Okay,” he nods and you peck his lips one more time and leave the closet. You walk out into the bright hall and look to the side and start walking. But then you catch Rafe laughing with Kelce walking down the hall. Perfect. He notices you.

“(Y/N),” he says saying your name with a smile like he wasn’t a douche just an hour ago.

“Hey,” you say.

“Where have you been all night baby?” He asks and you pretty much roll your eyes at the nickname. It only sounded nice coming from JJ.

“Rafe, can we talk?” You ask in a serious tone.

“About?” He questions.

“Something, and Alone,” you look at Kelce.

“I got the hint,” Kelce says and walks off, Rafe watches Kelce leave and then he turns to you.

“What?” He asks in a weird tone like he was annoyed of you. But you haven’t even done anything.

You take in a deep breath, preparing yourself for what’s about to happen. The only think you worried about was him getting all mad and not letting you leave the party as soon as possible.

“Well...” you start.

“Sorry about earlier,” he mutters interrupting you. “If that’s what this is about.”

“No,” you shake your head and he sighs leaning back against the hallway wall. “I was saying...” you start again. “I... I want to break up,” you tell him hesitantly. For a minute he just stares at you like he didn’t hear what you just said, until it hits and he squints his eyes at you.

“Wait... what!?” He asks like this was unbelievable.

“I want to break up,” you tell him again and he lets out a laugh, but a sarcastic angry laugh.

“No,” he says shaking his head.

“Rafe,” you give him a look. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. Our relationship isn’t even good,” you remark. “What’s the point? You’d have more fun with someone else.”

“This is not supposed to happen like this (Y/N)!” He tells you. “You breaking up with me!? No way,” he shakes his head.

“What!?” You ask.

“Why?” He asks. “Not like you’re gonna get anyone better than me,” he scoffs. “Like c’mon, no guy is gonna handle your shit (Y/N) no guy,” he adds and that just makes you angry.

“Oh really?” You scoff. “Cause another guy has,” you say and at that his eyes widen.

“What!?” He pretty much yells.

“What?” You shrug back.

“Who!? What the fuck!?” He exclaims. “You’ve been cheating on me!?” He spits out. “You fucking slut!”

“And you wonder why?” You shake your head. “You’re a coke head piece of trash Rafe,” you tell him and he steps closer now angry.

“Excuse me,” he says getting close to you.

“You heard me, you’re gross. I don’t need you, and I found someone better than you,” you tell him in a calm tone and that just got him more angry.

“Fuck you!!” He yells raising his hand and smacking you. Your head turns and your cheek stings from the smack. He just smacked you, Rafe, your now ex boyfriend just smacked you. You grab your cheek holding back the tears because he didn’t deserve to see you cry.

“You’re disgusting,” you spit, he opens his mouth to talk but gets cut off.

“What the fuck!?” You heard the loud growl of JJ and you both turn, he was watching you with your hand on your cheek and Rafe with the anger boiling inside him. “Did you just fucking smack her!?” He asks in a dangerous tone and Rafe laughs.

“It’s him isn’t it?” He looks back at you. “A dirty pouge,” he nods. “What else can I expect from a dirty little whore like you,” he scoffs and then JJ, charges into him knocking him to the floor. Your eyes widen as JJ starts throwing punches immediately.

“Touch her again!” JJ yells punching Rafe again. “And I’ll fucking KILL YOU!” He yells, Rafe manages to get in a punch knocking JJ over.

“Stop it!” You yell and some people step into the hall to see what’s happening with wide eyes. JJ lunches him again and you see blood coming out of Rafes mouth. “JJ!” You yell.

“You dirty motherfucker!” JJ yells at Rafe.

“Fuck you,” Rafe spits out.

A security guard runs in pulling JJ off of Rafe and JJ tries to fight them off.

“JJ!” You say stepping closer but the security guards pull him back. He had a bruise already forming on his jaw and some blood by his eyebrow.

“Stop it, he’s my guest,” you say.

“Your guest just assaulted Rafe Cameron,” the security guard tells you and you roll your eyes.

“He fucking smacked her!” JJ exclaims angry again. Topper and Sarah run in and Sarah’s eyes widen at the sight of her brother all bloodied up on the floor. Topper goes to Rafes side.

“What the fuck?” Topper looks at you confused. You just decide to grab JJ’s hand and pull him away from the guard and run. You pull him through the crowd in the back.

“Kie!” You both yell when you see her and she turns. “Let’s go!” She looks around both her parents looking at her shaking their heads. “Come on!” You wave quickly and you notice your mom start to walk over, speed walk over. You hold JJ’s hand tighter and run. “Pope!” You also call and he looks confused.

“Hell no,” Mr. Heyward gives him a disapproving look. Pope strips from his apron and runs just as Kie catches up.

We all start running, you let JJ lead the way to the van.

“Is John b there?” You ask breathlessly as you approach the van.

“Yeah, he said he’d be the getaway driver,” he nods and we all pile in. John B turns.

“Took long enough?” He mumbles and notices all the distressed faces and JJ’s bruised face. “What happened!?” He asks. JJ ignores him and steps over to you.

“Are you okay,” he pushes my face to turn and looks at your cheek.

“What happened?” They all ask.

“Rafe fucking hit (Y/N),” JJ says and you feel your cheeks flush out of embarrassment.

“What!?” They all ask. “Are you okay!?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug.

“Don’t be some nonchalant about this (Y/N),” JJ shakes his head. “He’s a fucking prick.”

“Well, I’m not with him anymore so it doesn’t matter,” you say with another shrug.

“Why did he hit you?” Pope asks. “You could sue him you know.”

“That’s not really on my mind right now Pope,” you laugh and JJ rolls his eyes. “He was mad because I broke up with him and called him trash,” you admit.

“So he hit you!?” Kie asks in disbelief. “I would’ve been there if I knew you were breaking up with him then.”

“Its Fine really,” you say.

“No it’s not,” JJ rubs your cheek with his thumb softly. “Does it hurt!?” He asks concerned.

“No,” you lie. It did hurt, Rafe was 6’2, you were like half of him... barely. His hands were big, but it’s okay. It’ll get better.

“You’re lying,” JJ gives you a dry look.

“I’m not,” you lie again biting your lip and he rolls his eyes.

“Just stop (Y/N),” he tells me. “You need to ice it.”

“I will later,” you say and he just looks at you silently for a minute.

“I’m sorry,” he says in a whisper.

“Why?” You whisper back.

“You broke up with him because of me,” he mumbles.

“JJ, shut up,” you shake your head. “I broke up with him because I hate him, and I have you,” you tell him. “What would he do if it were later huh?”

“I’m still sorry,” he sighs.

“Don’t be,” you shake your head and lean in kissing him. He relaxes into the kiss, and you barley felt anymore pain while you kissed JJ. He always fixed everything. He was the best boyfriend ever.

“Okay, you guys gonna bone right in front of us... or!?” Kiara asks. “Happy moment, now... time for weed.”

“That does sound like a good idea,” JJ grins and you laugh.

“Yeah,” you nod.

These people were your real family!

Bonus part:

(16+) nothing too bad!

You giggle as JJ pushes you down on the bed getting on top and you pull him down by hooping your fingers into his shark tooth necklace. He kisses your lips, and you let out a small moan as he presses himself close to you. You flip him so you get on top of his lap straddling him.

You lean down kissing his neck and you hear him suck in a sharp breath. You suck and cause some hickeys on his skin. He reaches up to the end of your now bunched up dress and pulls at it. You pull back and let him take it off throwing it somewhere in the room. He stares at your bare chest and smirks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you reaching up with cup one of your breast. You let out a small whimper, grinding your hips against his, and you could feel him grow in his shorts. He sighs rubbing his finger over your hardened nipple and you sigh. You reach for the hem of his shirt and he lets you take it off of him and you keep rocking your hips and he slightly groans.

“I want you to ride me baby,” you tells you pulling you down so he can kiss you and you moan into his mouth.

“Good, cause I want to ride you,” you tell him and that just makes him harder. “I love you JJ.”

“I love you (Y/N),” he replies. “And I’m sorry for tonight, you deserve the world,” he tells you running his hands along the side of your body and you smile.

“You are my world JJ,” you lean down and kiss him roughly.

******************

A/N Just did a little bonus part for the dirty ones haha! Hope you all enjoyed this one. Thanks again to @rochyu for the request!

Love ya guys❤️

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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Hot for teacher [4] > Bucky Barnes

PAIRING; Dark!Professor!Bucky Barnes x black!reader, Dark!Peter Parker x black!reader

WORD COUNT; 7,973

WARNINGS; Age difference, teacher/student dynamics, spanking, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, mention of blood, slight praise kink, slight crying kink?, overstimulation

SUMMARY; A friend comes to your defense and Bucky finally gives in.

NOTE; Gif credit goes to @/fluturojdallandyshia! I wanna say/reiterate that Cher, reader, and Peter are in their senior/last year of school AND they are all 18 years old. I had a “late” birthday (May), so I turned 18 three weeks before I graduated. My brother had an early birthday (September), so he turned 18 like two weeks into his senior year. Peter, Cher, and reader all have early (August/September) birthdays. Any crap about aging Peter up will be deleted and blocked. You’ve been warned multiple times - if you continue to read after this point, it’s on you.

I also gave reader a last name. Sue me. Hope this lives up to the hype... I’m probably gonna hide for the rest of the night and not look at tumblr for the rest of the night... posting anxiety sucks.

Any mistakes are mine, I was rushing towards the end, lol.

☞ PART FIVE | ☞ SERIES MASTERLIST

You toss your freshly braided hair over your shoulder as you move through the halls towards Bucky’s classroom. You’re actually pretty excited. Sure, you were fuming for most of the day yesterday but after a joint and an appointment with your vibrating boyfriend, your mind cleared. Your mother's words came floating back to you, and you knew what you had to do. Kill ‘em with kindness. After all, healthy competition goes both ways.

You turn into his room, finding it empty, but the light on. No bother, you just move up the rows and plop down in your seat, pulling out your laptop. You don’t even look up when Cher walks in - late, of course - and sign loudly when she acknowledges you.

“Didn’t realize sucking up started this early.”

“And yet here you are,” you smile quickly, “Late, but here, nevertheless.”

She rolls her eyes, mumbling something about you being a bitch before she sits in her seat. Bucky arrives some minutes later, a cup of coffee in his hand, his glasses low on his nose, “Morning ladies. My apologies, I'm dragging ass today, had to get some coffee.”

You don’t answer. You don’t even look up from your screen as you tap away, finishing up your English paper. You hear the two of them making conversation, flicking your eyes up as Cher moves to the desk, leaning over it to no doubt show off the boob job her father paid for over the summer. Her irritating laughter rings out, but you pay it absolutely no mind until you feel a set of eyes on you within minutes.

“You’re awfully quiet this morning.” Bucky says, tilting his head as you finally glance up at him from over your screen.

“Good morning Bucky.”

You watch as his jaw twitches slightly and his eyes squint at the sound of his first name. You shift in your seat, dropping your eyes back to your google doc, having to literally stop yourself from grinning. You’ve got him already.

“Bucky?” He questions, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

You click your teeth and scrunch your face as you pretend to be confused, “You did say at the beginning of the year to call you Bucky, yes? Has something changed?”

He scoffs lightly, a confused smirk playing on his lips as he rubs his chin, “I did, yes.” He agrees, shaking his head, “I thought you said you preferred Mr. Barnes.”

You shrug, “Well, I guess I don’t anymore.” You cut your eyes to Cher, who squints back at you, her lip slightly snarled, “If you want to be called Bucky, then I’ll call you Bucky.” You lift your eyes back to his, crossing your legs, “Just like everyone else.”

You drop your eyes back to your Macbook and fill the silence by tapping away at your keyboard again. You feel his eyes on you for a few seconds more before Cher draws his attention with some bullshit question. You stay true to course, never lifting your eyes back to him as he throws random looks at you, trying to get your attention as the class starts to fill up.

You close your laptop but never really give him your full attention as you usually do as he begins his lecture. You glance out the window, or keep your eyes cast down on your pristine white shoes You gaze at your nails, making a mental note to schedule an appointment. You keep your legs crossed. You don’t engage, you don’t answer any questions, you don’t offer any insight. You just sit there - like everyone else.

His eyes are on you the entire hour. He poses questions, but ignores the raised hands for a few moments, waiting for yours to pop up into the air. When it doesn’t, his eyes linger on you for a few beats before he finally calls on someone. His questions get short, his thoughts sort of jumbled as the time dwindles. You smile. This is going to be easier than you thought.

The bell rings and you fall in line with everyone else, heading towards the door. A hand catches your bicep and you sigh, but you keep your eyes straight ahead. Bucky nods and smiles at a few students before he turns his attention to you.

“You stopping by after class?” He asks gently, “I got something in my pants you might like.”

You smile back at him, cocking your head, “No, I can’t make it today.”

His lips part as his eyes bounce back and forth between yours, “Why not?”

“I have a riding lesson with Mr. Udaku.”

He laughs in disbelief as he runs his hand through his hair, “A riding lesson?” He repeats, “That early in the afternoon?”

“Yes.”

He clears his throat as irritation starts to bubble in his chest, “You gave me your schedule. Wednesday through Friday, six to eight, twice a day Saturday and Sunday.”

You shrug, “Not anymore.”

You take a step from him, but he stops you, grabbing your arm again. You turn towards him, your lips set in a hard line. He looks back at you, crossing his arms over his chest as you refuse to give in.

“Come on,” he says after the last student clears the room, “What is going on?”

“Nothing.” You shrug again as you answer sweetly, “What do you mean?”

“You’ve barely spoken to me today. This isn’t about yesterday, is it?” He probes, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I was just joking. You know you’re my favorite girl.”

You smile. It’s too late for that. You step out of his arms and head for the door as his eyes follow you, “You were absolutely right, Bucky,” you stress, “A little competition is healthy. For everyone.”

You turn and walk out before he can respond.

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You brush down Apollo, your most prized possession as he neighs gently. You shush him, patting him softly on his side before you kiss him on his snout. He shakes his head and you laugh, reaffirming his good boy status just as Cher walks into the stalls. You throw your eyes at her as she stops in her tracks before rebounding quickly and moving to her horse’s stall.

“And just what are you doing here?” She asks.

“Isn’t it obvious? I have a lesson.”

You hear her scoff, “I’m not stupid.”

“You sure about that?” You giggle, rolling your eyes, “I moved my lessons to mirror yours, just so I can crush you everyday of the week. Show you who’s boss.”

She tuts, batting her big eyes, “You just can’t stand it that Barnes doesn’t want you anymore.”

“Please,” you scoff, “Just the fact that he’s entertaining you, makes me reconsider his intelligence.”

You smile sweetly as you grab Apollo’s reins and start to walk him out of the barn. You lean into her and push some of her blonde hair off of her shoulder, “You fuck with me, I fuck with you. You should have stayed in your place, little girl.”

She slaps your hand away and you laugh before moving out into the field. You place your foot into the stir up and hoist yourself up onto Apollo, adjusting yourself on the saddle. You start a slow trot around the fenced in area, warming him up before you start working the obstacle course.

Your lesson goes exactly how you thought it would, compliment after compliment from Mr. Udaku, (or T’Challa, as many of his students call him) about your form, your technique, your skill - while Cher struggled to keep up. Pride swells in your chest as you gaze upon her flustered, red face as she rips off her helmet and runs her fingers through her hair.

“Cher, you still need to work on not bouncing as much when you canter, you're still gripping too hard with your legs. Here,” T’Challa says, “Watch Ms. Prescott.”

He waves you forward and you start a canter with Apollo, your body moving naturally with his, “See how relaxed she is? You gotta let your legs stay soft. You have to remember to stay aligned with Cotton’s body or you’ll never be a smooth rider. Thank you Ms. Prescott.”

“Not a problem,” you coo sweetly, “I’m always here to help. You have my number Cher, you can text me anytime if you need any pointers.”

She narrows her eyes at you as she exhales hard, “Thank you.” She hisses as sarcasm drips from her words.

“I mean, now that I’ve switched my schedule, we’ll get to ride together more. I don’t mind showing you the ropes. I know you’ve only started riding a few years ago.” You smile widely, continuing to step on her throat.

“I think that’s a good idea actually,” T’Challa agrees, “There’s no shame in asking for help sometimes Cher. Ms. Prescott’s knowledge and skill set could really help elevate your riding. You know she and Apollo are three time Champions.”

“Going for four,” you smile proudly, “Cher was there, cheering me on for all three of my wins. What did you place last year?” You ask, knowing good and damn well she was disqualified from your skill class.

“Fuck you,” she mouths.

Your smile practically breaks your face in two. Kill ‘em with kindness. You pull Apollo away from T’Challa and Cher, starting another slow trot around the fence. You glance over your shoulder and spot Bucky walking through the grass. You squint slightly, pulling on the reins to slow Apollo to a stop. You’ve never seen him out here before. He must be checking up on you, seeing if you really had a lesson this afternoon. You smile again. Men.

You click your tongue quickly and pat Apollo on his hip, turning him back towards the two teachers. You ride just close enough to hear their conversation but not close enough to where they’d know you’re snooping. You jump Apollo over the hogsback in the center of the arena as their conversation wafts towards you.

“I didn’t know she rode this early in the day, especially on Tuesdays.” You hear Bucky say.

“She usually doesn’t, but she texted me last night wanting to change her schedule to free up her weekends. She wouldn’t tell me why. It’s not like she really needs to practice this hard.”

You glance over at the two of them at the fence and meet Bucky’s gaze. You blink back at him, never one to back down from a staring contest, and quirk your eyebrows up your forehead. He turns his attention back toT’Challa, before he sends his gaze towards Cher. You turn Apollo again, trotting him over to another jump.

You cut your eyes over your shoulder, watching Bucky shrug, “She’s been my TA for a few weeks. I just thought it was kinda sudden that she couldn’t stop by after class today.”

T’Challa slaps him on the shoulder, “I’m sorry man. Didn’t mean to steal your help away.”

“No, no,” you hear Bucky say before he links his eyes with yours again, “We’re just going to have to share her it seems.” He shakes T’Challa’s hand, “I’ll catch you later, huh?”

You watch as he moves back across the grass, running his hand through his hair as he bows his head. You let Apollo cool down for a few more minutes before you ride him back into the stalls. You brush him down again, before cleaning out his stall and laying down some fresh hay for him. You give him his dinner, feed him a few carrots as a treat for a job well done and rub noses before kissing him again.

“You’re the only man I can depend on. See you tomorrow baby.”

You remove your gloves as you move out from the back of the barn, jumping slightly and clutching your chest when you come face to face with one Bucky Barnes, “Bucky -”

“Stop calling me that.” He answers sternly, his hands in his pockets, “You switched your riding schedule? Really?”

You shrug definitely, “So I wanted more lessons during the week, shoot me.”

“T’Challa said you don’t even need them. You’re just fucking with me.”

You giggle, “And Cher,” you add, “This isn’t all about you.”

“Can we just knock it off please? I’m sorry, okay? I told you, I was just joking yesterday.” He says with a huff, running his hands through his hair again.

You cross your arms over your chest, a smirk on your face and a sing-song tune in your voice, “But I’m just getting started, Bucky.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“Oh,” you laugh, “It’s a little funny. Look at you all worked up.” You mock, bopping his nose with your index finger, “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Hey. Prescott.”

You snap your head back towards the new voice, taking a quick step away from Bucky. You smile as the young Peter Parker leans up against the fence, nodding his head at you, “Peter Parker. How are you?”

“You got a minute?”

Your smile widens, “Of course.”

Bucky grabs your arm again before you step away from him, “I’m not finished talking to you.”

You pull away from him, “Well, I’m finished talking to you.” You state, stepping away from him, “I’ve been involved in competition my whole life, Bucky. I don’t cave and I certainly don’t lose. You wanted a competition, now you got one.”

You turn on your heel and bounce towards the waiting Peter. He stands up straight, smiling at you again but keeps his eyes on Bucky as he walks off. Once you’re close enough, he nods towards him, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You wave it off, “No interruption. I don’t see you out here much.”

“Nah, I came by to see you. I think we can help each other out.”

“God,” you roll your eyes playfully, “You read my mind. I smoked my last joint last night.”

“Not with that,” he laughs, “Well, I can help you with that too, but I have something else in mind.”

You raise your eyebrows, intrigued with him, “Oh?”

“Word’s getting around that you and Cher are battling over Barnes.” You shoot your eyes towards him, “You know she’s got a big mouth.”

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“Don’t worry. Everybody here has something on them, nobody is gonna snitch for fear of it coming back on them ten times over.” He says slowly, scrunching his face slightly as he faces the sun, “That’s what I thought I could help you with.”

You cross your arms as you glance around the deserted area, “How’s that?”

“You know Cher and I fucked around for a while late last semester, right before summer. Turns out, the fucking bitch burned me.”

“Ugh,” you grimace, “You’re kidding?”

“No. My parents intercepted the test results. That’s why my ass has been on lock down. Plus, I had to be on a fucking regimen of antibiotics to get rid of the shit. Killed my fucking game for the summer, man.”

You giggle a little, bumping your shoulder with his, “Sorry to hear it, but what exactly does that have to do with me, Parker?”

“It would kill her if we hooked up,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, “Barnes too. He hates me.”

You inhale deeply as your lips curl into another devilish smile, “I didn’t know you had Barnes.”

“I have him in the afternoon. He busts my balls over every little fucking thing.” He rolls his eyes, “Cher is absolutely obsessed with you, it would drive her nuts. It’s the best revenge that I can get and I know you love making her feel second best.”

“It gives me great joy, actually.” You watch as Peter laughs, “Alright Parker, you got yourself a deal, but we need to draw some lines.”

“Okay,” he nods, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Lay ‘em out.”

“I don’t,” you start, clearing your throat, “I haven’t fucked-fucked yet and I'd like to keep it that way.”

“Saving it for Barnes?” He teases.

“Fuck you,” you giggle, “Make outs, blow jobs, heavy petting… whatever, I’m down with all of that, just no fucking. Deal?”

He holds out his hand and you take it, shaking it to make it official, “A woman confident in her sexuality. I love it.” He pecks you on the cheek before he starts to walk off, “It’ll be a pleasure doing business with you.” He calls.

“Same to you, Parker.” You smile, “Same to you.”

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You and Peter keep your newfound “romance” on the low for the next few days, as not to arouse any sudden suspicions. You continue to show up to Bucky’s class a half hour early (always making it in before Cher) and completely ignore him. You catch up on homework, you read, you paint your nails. Your nonchalant attitude towards him has continued to get under his skin, as his frustration and irritation has bled over into his lectures. Everyone picks up on his attitude, even Cher, now also receiving a cold shoulder from him in the mornings and afternoons.

You and Peter decide to start your attack bright and early Monday morning. You meet up in the parking lot, hanging out next to his car, laughing and joking with a few of his baseball teammates. You walk in around seven fifty, twenty minutes after Bucky has been expecting you, hand in hand. Peter throws his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his body as the two of you make your way through the halls.

You pass by the open door of Bucky’s room and Peter stops purposefully in front of it as he calls for one of his friends down the hall. You glance into the room, but quickly cut your eyes away as you find Bucky and Cher gaping out at the two of you - Cher practically flipping over her desk she’s leaning so far forward. You and Peter push forward out of sight and you lean against the lockers, pulling him into you.

You kiss him hard, making him moan in surprise at first but he quickly follows suit. You smack your lips on his a few times before he pulls away, resting his forehead to yours as he drags his finger down your now swollen lips. The two of you whisper back and forth, smiling and giggling all the while before he leans into you again, capturing your lips.

A throat clears loudly from beside the two of you, but you both ignore it, continuing to giggle and kiss as if you don’t hear a thing.

“Guys,” you hear Bucky sigh, “Break it up.”

“Oh, Mr. Barnes,” Peter laughs, wrapping his fingers around your neck softly - possessively, “Shit, man. Sorry about that. Didn’t even hear you, did you babe?”

You shake your head, “Nope. Sorry Bucky.” You peck Peter on his lips again before reaching up to wipe away the excess lip gloss you left behind, “You’ll walk me to my next class, yes?”

He winks at you before dipping back into you to kiss you once, twice, three more times, causing Bucky to speak up again.

“Guys, I mean it. You aren’t on a beach somewhere and you need to watch your mouth, Parker.” He sighs loudly, “Ms. Prescott, your seat please.”

You roll your eyes and push away from the lockers, you and Peter linking hands and extending your arms as you both walk in different directions.

“I’ll be right here after class babe.” He says, winking again.

“Ms. Prescott.” Bucky barks before pushing a hot breath out of his nose.

When your hands actually come undone, you wiggle your fingers at him before tossing your braids over your shoulder and push past the verklempt Bucky. You step past Cher, and she grabs your wrist, pulling you down into her.

“So you want my sloppy seconds all of a sudden?”

“Sloppy seconds?” You repeat, laughing lightly as you tilt your head, “Sweetie, it’s the restaurant metaphor all over again. Peter moved on from a bug infested pizza parlor to a clean five star restaurant. You’re still the sloppy one here.” You wink.

You revel in Bucky’s anger for the entire hour. He continuously cuts his eyes towards you, now dark and brooding, but you smirk back and drop your eyes to your book, not giving him the satisfaction. Your legs stay crossed and your panties stay dry - much to his chagrin. Peter is right there by the door as soon as the bell rings. The two of you intertwine your fingers and swing them back and forth as you walk down the hall, two pairs of eyes on you all the while.

“Mr. Barnes, I-”

“Not now, Cher.” Bucky bites back, running his hand through his hair again quickly before he damn near shoves her out of the classroom, slamming the door.

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You pull your next stunt in the library a few days later. It’s a study period, so there’s a few more teachers and students loitering around than usual - Bucky just happens to be one of the loiterers. Peter pulls you through the bookshelves by the tips of your fingers, finding the perfect position for the two of you to be aligned within Bucky’s eyesight.

He’s perched at a table, his glasses low on his nose as he scribbles into his notebook before returning his gaze to the thick book just off to this left. Peter pushes you up against one of the bookshelves, jarring a few of the books loose from their spots and sending them crashing to the floor. You laugh, and Peter covers your mouth with his hand as he leans in and kisses your neck. His other hand snakes up between your thighs and pushes into your skirt, his fingertips brushing along your sex.

You push your chest into his and sink your teeth into your bottom lip as your hooded eyes flick towards Bucky. His jaw is tensed as he stares back at you. His lips are set in a hard, thin line, his face flushed red as his chest rises and falls harder than before. He falls back into his chair and crosses his arms over his chest, almost daring you to keep going - to keep pushing him.

You dig one of your hands into Peter’s hair, pulling softly and hissing when his teeth sink into the fleshy crook of your neck. You push your hips into his fingers as he teases your clit with light, soft strokes. He licks a slow path up your neck and chin before he kisses you deeply and pulls you suddenly out of Bucky’s sight.

“This is fun,” he laughs against your mouth, kissing you again as he squeezes your hip.

You giggle in return, tilting your head up towards the ceiling, silently asking him to continue. He obliges, and starts sucking on your skin again, pushing his hand back between your thighs. He slips his fingers underneath your panties and moans when the slickness of your sex coats his fingers. You let out a small moan as your hips move with his fingers. You grab his free hand and push it to your left breast, helping him to grab a handful of you.

You gasp suddenly when Peter’s fingers push inside of you. You laugh again but spread your legs instinctively, raising one slightly to rub his calf. You feel him laugh against you as his fingers pump softly, his palm rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck, Peter,” you say softly, pushing your body into his again as he finger fucks you up against the wall of books.

You roll your head and jump when those familiar blue eyes are on you again, this time just on the other side of the bookshelf in front of you. Your mouth falls open as you stare back at him over the tops of the books. He slides a book off of the shelf, removing his eyes from yours to flip through the pages before he slides his angry eyes back to yours. He runs his eyes along Peter’s body, then halts at his hand as it pumps into you.

You snarl your lip as a pang of excitement flashes through you. You’ve never been watched like this before - it’s kinda fun. You keep your eyes on Bucky’s as Peter’s hand quickens inside of you, his palm beating against your clit. You bite down into your bottom lip as you rest your chin on his shoulder, your head falling forward as your orgasm starts to build.

“Shit,” you whine, your breath growing ragged as your hips pulse with the pace of his fingers.

You lift your leg a little higher as the lust in your stomach starts to flood through your veins. You wrap your arms around his neck and ball his t-shirt into your hands, struggling to keep your eyes open as Bucky peers on. You watch as he runs his tongue over his teeth, blinking at you slowly, anger brimming just below his surface. He doesn’t shy away though, he doesn’t walk off, he doesn’t lash out, he just flips aimlessly through the random book he picked up as he watches as you come all over Peter’s fingers.

You slam your eyes shut at your orgasm rips through you. Peter moans as he slams his fingers into your wet, tight muscles. His free hand creeps back up to your face and covers your mouth, stifling the squeaks and squeals that dribble from your lips. Peter crushes you to the bookshelf with his weight, chuckling as he nips at your chin and neck. You keep your bottom lip between your teeth as you smirk at Bucky. You wanted a competition, now you got one.

Peter pulls out his phone and lifts it into the air, hitting record as you still lean up against the bookshelf, still panting and giggly as your body floats on cloud nine. He smiles slowly into the camera, before leaning in and kissing you deeply, his tongue skimming along the roof of your mouth before it slides along yours. He situates your panties and skirt, like the gentleman he is, before he tugs at your wrist to pull you out from between the aisles.

When he clears the bookshelves, he stops suddenly when he locks eyes with Bucky just on the other side. He nods his head towards him, before shoving his wet fingers into his mouth. He licks them clean before he pulls them out with a soft pop and glances back into his camera, throwing a wink it’s way. The two of you waltz out of the library, smiles on both of your faces. You hear Peter’s phone as it starts to sound, ding after ding after ding as a quick flurry of text messages slide through.

He pulls it out and snorts before he tilts it towards you, Cher’s name flashing across it as a call comes through.

“This is going tremendously.” He smiles, declining the call and sliding the sleek phone back into his pocket.

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You glance down at your watch as you whistle slowly; 8:06am. You’re now officially late to Bucky’s class, and officially late for the first time in over four years. You turn down his hallway, scrolling through your tumblr as you come to his closed door. You push through and feel the eyes of the entire class on you as you waltz in without a care in the world. Bucky’s lecture comes to a halt as he slides his eyes with you as you pick your way through the seats to find yours.

You sit, taking your time as you pull out your notebook and pen while everyone watches, just as surprised as Bucky that you’re late. You take a deep breath and expel it calmly as you finally glance up at him.

“Good morning.” You say cheerfully.

He crosses his arms over his chest and licks his lips slowly, “You’re late.”

“Oh,” you sigh a little, glancing at your watch, “Sorry about that.”

“We had a deal at the beginning of the semester.” He says, his voice deep.

You cross your legs and swing your foot lightly, “Did we?”

He narrows his eyes at you as he pulls his glasses off of his face, “Should I remind you?”

“Please.” You nod, “It’s slipped my mind.”

He nods slowly, starting to pace, “You wanted me to hold you personally responsible if you were ever late.”

You squint your eyes as you tilt your chin towards the ceiling, pretending to rack your brain, “That’s right, I did. That little check mark next to my name on the attendance sheet is gonna hurt.”

“Oh no,” He chuckles as you challenge him so openly, “You wanted to be held responsible. A little check mark isn’t going to do that.”

You smirk, “So what’ll it be, Bucky?”

“Detention.”

Your face drops. Detention? Detention? For one fucking tardy?! “Detention?” you repeat, sitting up a little straighter in your seat, “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

He turns back to face you, leaning back on his desk as he kicks his legs out in front of him. He shrugs, shaking his head, “You asked for it.”

“You’re joking,” you laugh, your mind starting to race, “A detention for being late one time? Have you handed out a detention to anyone else?”

He shrugs, “Nope. But you’re not everyone else, are you?”

You squint your eyes at him as he smirks back. This is the only way he could get back at you - to tarnish your perfect record. Your body flushes with heat - you honestly didn’t expect this. This… this is below the belt. You’d figured that he’s been so out of sorts that he’d just slap you on the wrist and beg to see him after class. You’d trade barbs back and forth, he’d eat your pussy and the two of you would be right back on track, like this never happened. But this?

“I’m getting you ready for real life. That’s what you wanted me to do, isn’t it?”

A chorus of oooh’s ring out from the rest of the class as you throw your braids over your shoulder angrily, “I have a riding lesson at three twenty five today.”

“I’ll talk to T’Challa if you’d like me to.”

You laugh sarcastically, “This is ridiculous. This’ll go on my record, you realize that?”

He shrugs again as he pushes away from his desk, “Maybe you should have thought about that. Now,” he smiles, turning his attention back to the rest of the class, “Where were we?”

He completely turns the tables on you after that. He ignores you for the rest of his lecture. His mood lightens considerably. He cracks jokes, he banters with other classmates as you stew in your anger. When class is over, he holds out your detention slip between his fingers, which you snatch and crumple up in your hand as you pass by without so much as a glance in his direction.

Asshole.

The final bell of the day rings hours later and you start the trek towards Dr. Banner’s room, the resident detention monitor. He’s surprised to see you and gives you a reassuring smile as you head to the back of the room, plopping down in one of the desks. You catch Mitchell Bryant, the fifth year senior and fuck up extraordinaire, smirking at you and roll your eyes deeply before shifting in your seat to block him from your line of vision.

You busy yourself with your trigonometry homework, actually getting into it within a few minutes. The door opens and you flip your eyes towards it, doing a double take when you spot Bucky walking in. He smiles at Dr. Banner, leaning into his desk and muttering something before he heads back to the door.

“Ms. Prescott?” He calls, “Grab your stuff and come with me please.”

You cock your head as your eyes instantly narrow at him. You take a deep breath, but stand and collect your things. You walk out into the hallway, finding him waiting for you, “Yes?” you ask, your tone flat and irritated.

He doesn’t answer, he just points forward and waits for you to start walking. You roll your eyes but ultimately obey, your feet carrying you back to his classroom. He enters a few steps behind you, closing the door softly before he flips the lock.

You spin on your heel to face him as your bag hangs off of your shoulder, “What is it, Bucky?”

“Drop your bag. Put your hands flat on the desk.”

His voice is deep and eerily calm. Your lips part and your eyes widen a little as you stand in your spot. He cocks his head when you still don’t move, “Did you not hear what I said? Hands flat on the desk. Now.”

You drop your bag from your shoulder and move to his desk, flattening your palms on the top of it. You’ve never heard him like this before - so stern. You swallow hard as your eyes dart around the chalkboard in front of you. You feel his presence behind you, hearing the material of his tie rubbing against his shirt as he loosens it, before pulling it from around his neck.

You jump when he slaps lightly at the insides of your thighs, “Open sesame.”

You spread your legs wider as his fingertips brush along your soft skin. His hand slides up your spine slowly and pushes you forward until your chest is resting flush against his desk. Your breath becomes audible as he pushes his hips into your ass, making you gasp when you feel his hard on pressing into your flesh.

He grabs your right wrist, bending your arm to place your hand in the small of your back before he reaches for the left. You then feel the soft silk of his tie as it wraps around your wrists, looping around them both before he ties it tightly into a nice, firm knot. Without warning, he bucks into your ass, jolting you forward as you gasp loudly again.

“You are one smart cookie, Ms. Prescott.” He says softly, running his hands along your hips and ass, “I underestimated you.”

“Mental warfare is my specialty.”

You bite your lip as your body starts to warm from his touch. A moan escapes you as he rucks your skirt up around your hips and groans at the sight of your sheer, pink panties. You close your eyes as his fingers dance along your plump ass, cupping it in both of his large palms and jiggling it gently.

“Nervous?”

You shake your head definitely, “Of course not.”

“Never one to show weakness, huh? I like that.”

You let out a sharp scream when a hard slap is suddenly leveled to your behind. Your body tightens as you pull against the tie wrapped around your wrists. He spanks you twice again in quick succession and you slam your eyes closed as you squeal and squirm underneath him. He pushes his hand back between your legs, his fingers brushing along the sudden, new wet spot on your panties. Goddamn him.

“I’ve gotta give it to you, Prescott,” he says softly as his fingers push underneath your panties and slip through your wet folds, “You had me going. I was jealous.”

You hiss as you roll your hips into his hand, “I told you Bucky - “

He spanks you again, the sound of his flesh meeting yours bouncing off of the chalkboard, “That’s not my name.”

“Fuck!” You mewl as the sting radiates through you, but you don’t give in. Not quite yet.

“What were you saying, darling?” He coos as his fingers travel to your hips and dig underneath the thin band of your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, slipping them over your feet. You hear him inhale deeply seconds later before his fingers slip through your folds again. Your mouth drops open as he plays with your clit, drawing slow circles around it before he pushes two of his thick fingers into you. His thumb pushes between your ass cheeks and flattens against your tight hole, applying a slight pressure as he starts to pump his fingers slowly.

“Did you have fun with the young Peter Parker?” He asks, pushing his hips flush to your behind, “Hmm? Did he make you feel good?”

You whimper as his fingers curl inside of you, his thumb pushing just inside. When you don’t answer fast enough, he spanks you again, making you squeal loudly. He pushes his thumb further and you squeeze your muscles as tight as you can as you tilt your head towards the ceiling, relishing in the electricity bouncing through you. His fingers push deeper in your pussy and you growl as you run your tongue over your teeth.

“Yes.” You hiss, the smart ass in you still winning out, “You were there, Bucky. You saw how good he made me feel.”

He chuckles deeply, removing his fingers from you before he pulls you up into a standing position. He turns you around to face him and picks you up, sitting you gently on top of his desk. He stays nose to nose with you, his eyes bouncing around your face as he smirks. He lifts his fingers to your mouth, smoothing your wetness over your bottom lip.

You lick your lip slowly before you suck it into your mouth, blinking up at him slowly as you swallow your taste. He kisses you hard, wrapping his hands around your neck and pulling you into him as his tongue bursts into your mouth. You moan, letting your head fall back into his hands as you accept him, sucking on his tongue as you pull lightly against the tie still around your wrists.

He pulls back slowly, pulling your bottom lip with him before he lets go. He tilts his head as his fingers drop to the buttons on your shirt, popping them one by one until it falls open. He flips his eyes back to yours as he starts undoing his pants, letting them slightly fall down his hips. You bite your lip as you watch him push his hand into his black boxer briefs, stroking himself. He pulls his dick free and you inhale deeply, your eyes growing wide as he springs out from behind the stretchy material.

“That little prick couldn’t satisfy you.” He says quietly, “Not like I can, baby girl. I’m a grown man.”

Your mouth falls open as he pushes the tip of his dick along your throbbing clit and through your folds. He pushes your legs open wider, wrapping your right limb around his hip. He pushes at your slit, positioning himself right at your opening.

“What’s my name baby?”

You bite your bottom lip again as your lips start to curl into a smile. You bat your eyes at him but shake your head - not giving an inch.

He smiles back at you, “You are stubborn as all fucking hell.”

“You started it.”

“I suppose I did,” He laughs, leaning in to kiss you softly, “You’re my perfect little princess.” He says, “You always were, you always will be.”

“And?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, cupping your face in his hands, “Don’t be mad at me anymore.”

You breathe in confidently, pushing it out of your nose as pride swells in your chest. You never cave. You never lose, “Apology accepted.”

“Good. Can I fuck you now?”

You nod slowly, “Of course you can, Mr. Barnes.”

He bites your lips and growls at the sound of his name tripping off your tongue with such ease. He grabs his shaft, slipping the head of his cock through your folds again before he stops at your slit. He wraps his other arm around your waist and starts to push slowly, breaking into your tight canal. You squeak as your muscles spread for his flesh for the first time, hissing as a delicious pain courses through you.

His mouth drops open as he watches you swallow him. He pushes a focused breath out of his mouth as he pushes until he completely disappears inside of you. A tear slips down your cheek as he pulls out and slides back in. You dig your nails into his desk as you adjust your hips - the pain and the pleasure of it all mixing and melting together into a perfect harmony.

You moan loudly as he fucks you nice and slow. He pushes his fingers to your clit and rubs quick circles against it as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes hooded as he watches you squirm and writhe.

“This is what a real man feels like,” he says softly, digging his fingertips into your hip as he fucks you, “Do I feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, tears streaming down your face, “You feel so good.”

“Mmm,” he grunts, “You are such a good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

Your head swims as he praises you, stroking your ego, making you clench around him. His hips start to move faster as his hands run up and down your thighs, gripping and kneading your flesh. His fingers roam up to your breasts, pushing into your bra to tease your thick nipples, adding a new sensation to the mix. He drops his right hand back between your legs, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit and starts to rub again, his other fingers still pulling and flicking at your aroused buds.

Your hips jerk without warning, pushing his cock into you deeper, pulling a guttural scream out of you. Your eyes continue to leak as your head spins and your body tightens and flexes. A shutter runs up your spine, your thighs shake. You tighten them around his waist and try to grip the desk below you as a dull ache sits in the pit of your stomach.

He fucks into you faster - recognizing that you’re starting to come undone as he overloads your senses. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling as he continues to rub your clit and pump his hips into yours.

“You gonna come for me?” He starts to coax softly, “Hmm? Is my girl gonna come?”

My girl. Your brain can’t even form a coherent sentence. You’re nothing but sensation as he pushes you right to the edge of the cliff. His strokes get harder, his fingers faster as he rests his forehead to yours. He leaves your nipple to wrap his hand around your throat. His hot breath washes over your face as he kisses you quickly.

“I want my girl to come. Come for me, baby. Give it to me, I want to own you.”

You grunt as your eyes start to roll. He fucks into you as your toes curl with each of his strokes, pushing, pushing, pushing, until he tips you right over the edge. You mewl into the empty room as your orgasm floods through every vein, every muscle, every sensor in your body. He loses his control - pounding into you as hard as he can as your pussy quivers around him.

Your clit jumps with contractions as you tighten your legs around his hips. He coaxes you on, whispering sweet nothings as wave after wave crashes against you. His grunts grow louder and more erratic, his hips faltering every now and again until you feel a sudden warmth burst into you. He hisses as he spurts long, hot ribbons into your cunt over and over again.

He nearly collapses - having to slam his palm to the top of his desk to hold himself up. His breaths are deep and ragged as his head falls to your shoulder. He leans back after a minute and tilts his head towards the ceiling as he focuses on his breathing, pushing them in and out slow and evenly.

“Fuck,” he lets out as a laugh rumbles through his chest, “Goddamn.”

He reaches around and unties your wrists before pulling you up into his arms. You throw your arms around his neck and let him wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you around his desk and sits in his chair. He curls you into him, wrapping you up in his warm arms before he sweeps your braids over your shoulder. He kisses your forehead and the top of your head as he strokes your spine gently.

“You are so pretty when you cry.” He says gently, smiling at you, “My perfect little girl.”

You still can’t talk. You just smile as you nuzzle into him, blinking down at your thighs, a small amount of blood splashed on your skin.

“Can you cancel your riding lessons tomorrow and Sunday?” he asks after a few minutes.

You nod slowly, “Why?”

“I want you all to myself.” He says, pushing his knuckle into your chin to tilt your head up towards his, “I want you to pack a bag for the weekend. I’ll text you my address, okay?”

“Okay.” You say simply.

“Okay.” He smiles, kissing you again, “Come on, let's get moving.”

You reluctantly climb out of his lap and start to arrange your clothing properly, buttoning up your shirt and smoothing your skirt back down on your hips. Your legs are shaky, your pussy and clit sore, but you’ve never felt better. He grabs your bag and places it on your shoulder as the two of you move to the door. When he opens it, the two of you come face to face with one Cher Goodwin, her hand still in the air as she was just about to knock.

Her lips part as she stares at you, before flicking her eyes towards Bucky, “I thought you had detention.”

You shrug, “You thought wrong.”

She slides her eyes down your frame, squinting as she looks you over. Her face drops as the realization floods through her. Your smile widens. She doesn’t even have to ask. She runs her hand through her hair roughly as she takes a deep breath, letting the dread of knowing she’s lost again flush through her. She’s come up just short - second place, once again.

“Cher,” Mr. Barnes starts, “I’m sorry. Something came up, I’m not gonna be able to stick around this afternoon.”

She scoffs, clicking her teeth as she crosses her arms over her chest, “Mr. Barnes, I - “

“I’m sorry,” he cuts her off, “You know, I can get you a couple of names of some really great tutors that can give you all the attention you need. Okay?”

She runs her tongue over her teeth as she stares off into the distance, laughing slightly, “Sure, yeah. Whatever.”

Bucky pushes past her and out into the hallway, “I’ll have them for you Monday morning, okay? I’m sorry ladies, I gotta split. Have a good weekend. Thanks for all your help Ms. Prescott.”

You smile at her as he moves down the hallway, “Oh, Cher.” You laugh, “Poor thing.”

“I’ll fucking get you.” She sneers, “One of these goddamn days, I will win! I will fucking beat you!” You shouts, stomping her foot.

You nudge her chin with your fist, “It’s cute you still believe that. The only thing you’ll ever have over me, is knowing how second place feels.” You brush past her shoulder as a frustrated tear slips down her cheek.

“Oh,” you say happily, turning back on your heel to face her, “I forgot to tell you. T’Challa signed Apollo and I up for the relay competition on Wednesday. You’re participating in that too, right?” You wink, watching as her eyes fill with dread, “See you there.”

You throw your hand into the air as you walk away from her, wiggling your fingers, “Tootles, darling.”

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justcallmefox89 · 3 years

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The Demon Prince’s Wedding - Part II

Art by @greedylilshit

Art by @daddydemus

I sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously twisting my engagement ring around on my finger as I wait for Mammon and Diavolo to finish getting ready for our wedding ceremony.

At least I was able to talk Dia down to a small celebration in the gardens.....

He had wanted to throw a ball and invite the entire Devildom. I was currently trying to talk him out of declaring his future heir’s birthday as an official Devildom holiday.

The man has no restraint.

“Arianthi? Beloved?” Diavolo’s low voice eventually draws me out of my reverie.

“Mmmm? What’s up Dia?”

“Could you light the candles and the fire and then come help me?” Diavolo asks absentmindedly as he adjusts his clothing.

Small globules of flames burst forth from my fingertips, delicately touching the candle wicks and consuming the firewood in the fireplace grate. Soft, golden light caresses Diavolo’s silhouette as he grumbles to himself and starts selecting his jewelry for the evening.

I cross the room to stand on my tiptoes behind him, smoothing the black fur of the shawl that covers his broad shoulders.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen my father today, have you princess?” Diavolo asks hesitantly.

Arawn. That must be what has Diavolo so fidgety.

I try to rearrange my face into placid expression of neutrality.

“No, my prince. Should I ask some of the servants to start looking for him?” I offer as I run my hands over his wings in the soothing motions I know he loves.

Diavolo shakes his head. “I was just curious. I’m sure he’ll be here tonight, I just wonder where he’s got off to.”

“He’s cutting it awful close, the ceremony will be starting soon,” I murmur. “Not a good time to be going missing.”

“Princess........” Diavolo sounds exhausted.

“He should be there. For you, if nothing else.”

Diavolo tenses beneath my touch. “This can’t be easy for him either.”

For the duration of our engagement Arawn had been an obstinate roadblock, and his refusal to take part in the festivities had been a constant source of hurt and disappointment for Diavolo, even if it wasn’t entirely surprising.

So many problems could be solved if they would just let me set him on fire.....

An annoyed growl breaks low in my throat and I walk away from him. “I’m going to go see what’s taking Mammon so long; he should have been out of the shower twenty minutes ago.”

“Princess.” Diavolo’s tone is soft and cajoling. He eases down into one of the large armchairs that sits in front of the fireplace. “Come to me. That’s an order from you future husband and king.”

I roll my eyes and huff out a low laugh, crossing the room to settle into his lap. Diavolo gathers me in his arms and holds me tightly to his chest. I snuggle deeper into his embrace and nuzzle my face into his neck, tracing the tattoos on his chest with a fingertip.

Diavolo twitches slightly. “That tickles,” he laughs quietly, trying to grab my hand.

I raise my eyebrows in surprises and snatch my back back quickly, before diving down to gently tickle his ribs.

“Not fair Arianthi!” Diavolo squirms and giggles, trying to get free. He finally settles for wrapping both arms around me, pinning me to his chest and effectively stopping my wandering hands.

“Mmmmm,” he murmurs softly in my ear. “Such a pretty little demon in my lap and for once I have her all to myself.”

Diavolo’s lips brush against my ear, then my neck as he drops a series of warm, soft kisses across my jaw and to my lips. He captures my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue teasing mine as his hands drop down to my hips, delicately stroking the smooth silk of my dress.

“You two gettin’ started without me?” A husky voice behind us asks.

Diavolo gives me one last lingering kiss before allowing me to adjust in his lap so I can see our fiancé.

Mammon’s hair is still damp from his shower, and all he’s wearing is an unzipped pair of low slung leather pants. Behind me I can feel Diavolo’s breath hitch for a moment before he gives a deep grumble of appreciation.

Mammon holds up his leather jacket and harness and gives me a wicked smile. “Come help me get dressed baby?”

“Always, my love.” I push myself out of Diavolo’s lap and slowly walk towards Mammon, allowing him to take in my appearance for the evening.

“Mmmm.......I love it when you have your wings out,” he murmurs before giving me a deep kiss. “And wearin’ red tonight too? Am I back in the Celestial Realm and nobody’s told me yet?”

"You are such a cheeseball,” I tease, dropping a smattering of kisses across his muscular shoulders before helping him shrug into his harness and jacket. “But it’s adorable.”

“Oi! A demon ain’t allowed to compliment his girl?” Mammon teases me back, placing his hands on my hips.

“By all means feel free to keep going and never stop,” I murmur against his lips, lightly stroking his leather clad thighs before slowly zipping his pants.

“Ok, new idea,” Mammon says, kissing me softly. “I vote we ditch the reception and lock ourselves in this room and don’t come out for at least a month.”

I cuddle close to his chest. “I like this plan.”

Diavolo groans behind us. “You two are entirely too tempting.”

He stands and wraps his arms around us, pulling both of us close. I relax into their arms, savoring the warmth of their bare skin as the tension slowly leaves my body.

“The guests are arriving my loves.” Diavolo sighs as he releases us from his embrace. “We need to make our entrance.”

Mammon smiles as he smooths a few stray feathers on my wings and tucks them back into place. “Ready for this baby?”

I offer him a shaky grin. “Not even a little.”

“You’re both going to be amazing.” Diavolo gives us each a soft kiss and ushers us out of the room. “Let’s go get married.”

Thirty minutes later the three of us stand in the gardens in front of our closest friends and family. Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Barbatos, and Mammon’s brothers beam at us, while Arawn lounges in a chair and looks bored. Rather than have an officiant, we had decided to incorporate the six demon lords into our ceremony. Arawn had also been invited to contribute, but had never confirmed if he will or not.

The three of us stand in a loose triangle, our right hands joined together. Lucifer steps forward and wrap a red silk ribbon around our hands.

“Do the three of you promise to always work through you problems together, and never let your pride get in the way?”

Mammon, Diavolo, and I glance at each other with shy smiles. “We do,” we say as one.

Lucifer gives Mammon a proud smile. “So it shall be done.”

Levi stands next, shakily draping a purple ribbons over our hands. “D-do you all promise to support each other, and encourage each other, without becoming envious of each other’s successes?”

“We do.”

“S-so it shall b-be d-done.” Levi quickly sits back down and lets out a deep sigh of relief.

“Congratulations you three,” Satan whispers, as he places a green ribbon over our joined hands. He continues on in a louder voice, “Do you three promise to always be kind and loving to each other, and never turn on each other in anger?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.” Satan inclines his head in small gesture of respect before returning to his seat.

Asmo bounds up next with a squeal of delight, grinning and giving us each a kiss on the cheek before winding his deep pink ribbon with his brothers’. “Do you three promise to build a beautiful life together, and to try to find wonder in your everyday life?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Beel shuffles up next, a shy smile on his face as he softly wraps an orange ribbons around our hands. “Do you three promise to always nurture your bond and never let it grow weak?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Belphie follows his twin, for once looking only marginally sleepy. He weaves the bright blue ribbon with other. “Do you three promise to always sleep next to each other, and attempt to make each sweet dream you have a reality?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Belphie glances over his shoulder at Arawn, who pointedly remains seated, but briefly locks eyes with Diavolo and holds up his own black ribbon before releasing it and allowing it to flutter to the ground.

Mammon and I both growl, infuriated by the shattered look on Diavolo’s face. Belphie quickly grasps our joined hands as Diavolo wrests control over his features.

“The promises have been sworn and witnessed, so they shall be done. In the eyes of the Devildom the three of you are now married. I pronounce you husband, wife, and husband.”

He turns to our small audience. “I present to you for the first time King Diavolo, Queen Arianthi, and Lord Mammon. Long may they reign, in health and happiness.”

The three of us exchange soft kisses and stand silently for a moment, beaming at each other. Diavolo softly squeezes my hand before whispering, “Shall we move on to the reception my loves?”

“Yeah, let’s go check out all the wedding gifts!”

“Mammon!” Diavolo and I scold him in unison.

Mammon is saved as Barbatos and Luke join us.

“My lord, the rest of your guests who weren’t invited to the ceremony have gathered in the ballroom for the reception. They may begin to get restless if you don’t join them shortly,” Barbatos says softly.

“Plus, you need to see the cake!” Luke is fairly vibrating with excitement as he grabs my hand. “Barbatos let me help him make it!”

“I’m sure it’s perfect Luke.” I smile down at him. “You go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Luke scurries away, following Mammon, Diavolo, and Barbatos as the wind their way through the gardens and back to the castle. I stay still, breathing in the heavy perfume of the night blooming flowers and taking a moment just for myself.

“Hiding from your husbands already?”

I cringe at the sultry voice coming from behind me. He really does ruin everything.

I inhale sharply before turning to face Arawn. “Skipping the reception? I assumed you’d jump at a chance to ruin that too.”

Arawn snorts in derision. “If my son was hurt by my refusal to participate in his nauseating wedding ceremony then I’ve well and truly failed him as a parent. Such weakness will never be tolerated from the King of the Devildom.”

“Diavolo has been an excellent ruler since you defaulted on your responsibilities,” I snap, each word soaked in scorn. “He is the man he is, the leader he is, in spite of having you as a father; not because of it.”

Arawn brings his fingers to his lips, frowning and staring at me thoughtfully before he finally asks, “Why did you choose them?”

My nose wrinkles in confusion. “What?”

“My son and Mammon. What about them enticed you? Why them? Why do all the things you’ve done, just to be with them?”

I eye him warily. “Why do you care?”

“It’s a question I’ve never been able to get a clear answer on.” Arawn’s amber eyes spark with curiosity. “I’ve never understood this odd little trio you’re a part off, not really.”

I just frown at him, remaining silent.

“It’s quite the puzzle really. You’re so different from them,” he continues. “You’re a -”

“A human?” I interrupt.

“Not anymore though, hm?” Arawn shoots me a coy grin. “But even before that. I looked into you, your past, when I first learned of my son’s intentions towards you. You’ve always been fierce; a fighter, unwilling to back down. Stubborn to the point of stupidity.”

I open my mouth to retort, but he quickly continues.

“I’ll admit I was surprised to find out just how scrappy you are. And just how fiercely you fight for my son.” He shakes his head in surprise, a faint note of pride tinging the words.

“But you’re so different from him, from them both. You seem soft and gentle. Kind. And you are, to those you love and trust. But everyone else? We know how you really are. Hard, decisive. Rough around the edges. Willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want. A fighter first and foremost. How does a girl like this fall in love with my soft hearted son?”

“Why do you constantly act like there’s something wrong with Dia?” I counter, narrowing my eyes at Arawn.

He gives a laconic shrug. “He’s a bit of a disappointment if we’re going to be completely honest with each other.”

Fire bursts from my fingertips before I can form a coherent thought. “You -” I grit my teeth, unable to come up with words that encompass how thoroughly and absolutely I loathe Arawn.

“I can only hope my grandchild will be more impressive,” Arawn continues, smirking at my impotent rage. “With you as a mother I have faith they will be.”

“You really are just angry, petty little man, aren’t you?” I ask, glancing at him in disgust.

The corners of his mouth twitch, in irritation or amusement I can’t tell. “I’m going to miss your particular brand of entertainment when I leave, little demon.”

“The feeling is decidedly not mutual,” I snap as I begin to make my way back to the castle.

Arawn tags along behind me silently, until we both pause as we reach the doors of the ballroom. I reach out to push the doors open, but he grabs my wrist at the last second.

“One last moment of your time, little demon,” he says looking down at me, eyes glinting with something very close to affection.

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, silently waiting.

“You’ve done well here. And despite my initial thoughts, my son could do no better than you. Even that fallen angel is a good fit for him, shockingly.” Arawn shakes his head as if he’s surprised to admit that.

He touches my shoulder softly. “Tell Diavolo something for me?”

“Depends,” I answer, glaring at him.

“Tell him that he will be far better at this,” Arawn waves a hand lazily at me. “Far better than I ever was.”

I quirk an eyebrow, half in confusion, half in offense.

“Family. Fatherhood.” He furrows his brow in consternation. “Despite how completely he disappointments me, whatever his failings in other areas, I have no doubt that my son will be an excellent husband and father.”

"It is truly amazing how you can wrap a compliment in insults,” I reply, keeping my tone sharp even as I glow with pride. “But you’re right, Dia will be wonderful father.”

Arawn’s mouth twitches in a half-hearted smile as he quickly steps toward me, the leans down to brush a soft kiss against my forehead.

“Good luck, little demon,” he whispers as he straightens up. “Give Mammon and Diavolo my regards.”

With that he turns and leisurely walks down the hallway, tossing me a wave over his shoulder as he goes.

The ballroom is a riot of energy and laughter as I enter and make my way through the crowd of well wishers. I scan the crowd for Mammon and Diavolo, only to find them sharing a dance, gazing at each other as if they’re the only people in the world.

I spot Lucifer on the edge of the crowd gathered to watch them and move to his side, gently nudging him with my shoulder.

“Hello, little sister,” he greets me, flashing me a sardonic grin.

I shudder. “Ugh. You’re creepy. Never call me that again.”

I shake my wings out to smooth down the ruffled feathers as Lucifer chuckles darkly. His focus shifts back to the dance floor, eyes softening as he watches his little brother dance with Diavolo.

“He’s so happy,” Lucifer murmurs. “I haven’t seen him smile like that since before the fall.”

I smile and lean against Lucifer, resting one hand on the slightly visible bump of my lower abdomen. “I know you’ve had your reservations about us......”

“Not you,” he interrupts. “Never you.”

“I know you’ve had your reservations about Dia,” I begin again. “But please trust me when I say that we both love Mammon. So, so much.”

Lucifer sighs and glances down at me. “I know you do. I’ve been by his side for so long, kept him safe, taught him so much........ It’s hard to let him embark on this new adventure without me there to watch over him.”

“And from a purely selfish angle, I feel in some strange way that I’m losing my little brother,” his breath hitches and his chest heaves in a shuddering breath. “That I’m losing my best friend.”

I reach out to gently squeeze his forearm. “You’re not losing him. Things will be different, but how much he loves his older brother will never change.” I pause. “And in about eight months I have a feeling he’ll be relying on you more that ever.”

Lucifer barks out a startled laugh. “I have no doubt you’re right.” He turns his gaze back to the dance floor, eyes shining. “Mammon married, a father soon. Me, an uncle. It’s all a bit too wonderous to image, that our little family could be so......” He shakes his head, blinking rapidly.

My throat tightens with emotion as I watch a few tears slip down Lucifer’s cheeks.

A bright light flashes from our right, follow by an excited voice shouting, “Got it!” Lucifer and I whip around to see Satan and Belphie standing a few feet away, Belphie holding Satan’s D.D.D., pointed directly at us.

I feel Lucifer tense beside me as the air crackles around us with his growing fury.

“Satan! Belphegor!” He roars, moving towards them.

“Run!” Belphie tosses the D.D.D. to Satan, and the two dart off in opposite directions, weaving between wedding guests as Lucifer gives chase.

I grin fondly at the trio and hear twin chuckles behind me. Mammon wraps an arm around my waist and gently rests one hand on my abdomen while Diavolo drapes one arm around my shoulders.

“What did those two do now?” Diavolo asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.

“Got a picture of Lucifer crying,” I respond, laying my head against Mammon’s shoulder.

The two demons give a violent start,

“I swear. He had a rare soft moment, watching his little brother dance with his new husband.” I gently kiss Mammon’s shoulder.

“I’ll be damned,” Mammon whispers. Diavolo and I have the good grace to ignore his quiet sniffles, but grin at each other when he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

He roughly clears his throat. “Oi! This is a party, yeah? Let’s get to it then!”

They reach out and take my hands, Mammon on my left and Diavolo on my right, and we step forward as one, into our new life together.

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obxcunt · 3 years

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Love bites || (6)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader [currently]

warnings: violence, angst, typos, cursing.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

A/N: I just finished the part 6 and decided to give it to all, happy? Not my favorite part to be honest, not very confident about this one but i hope y’all are going to enjoy it!

part five || masterlist || part seven

The sun disappeared, the darkness was now surrounding the island as you entered Kiara’s bedroom to look at yourself in the mirror: examining your outfit. The witch glanced at you from her bed, where she was sitting.

“You’re beautiful.” She complimented. “You’re okay? You seem a bit nervous, Y/N.” You sighed, glancing at the brunette’s reflection through the mirror.

“I don’t know.” You turned around. “I don’t like lying to my friends, hiding things from them.” You laughed nervously. “And tonight, i’m going to steal from them and violate their privacy.” You sighed again, moving closer to the bed through the monologue. “So much happened to me last week, it’s still hard to accept it. Waking up everyday feels strange, because nothing makes sense anymore, it feels like a constant daydream or nightmare. This isn’t supposed to be real, it can’t be real—” You whined, rubbing your face. “It is real, this is my life.” You paused, licking your lips and looking away. “I’ve been complaining a lot recently. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, look at me.” She said and you did. “It’s understandable, you’ve been through a lot. It’s not easy at first but trust me, you’re gonna get used to it.” You nodded, crossing your arms. “And, you’re not alone!” She added with a smile. “I’m here, we are here.”

Last week has been tough, exhausting, interesting and exciting. You wanted, needed to learn more about this brand new world who intrigued and scared you at the same time. Which means you started hanging out with the Pogues: especially Kiara & JJ. You became friends with the whole crew, the brunette already having a special place in your heart after only a few days.

“Alright, Y/N!” JJ shouted from the hallway, walking towards the bedroom with determination. “The party already started, we should probably—” He paused, getting lost in your eyes as soon as he entered his friend’s bedroom. “I—” He swallowed hard, looking down at your outfit, admiring the makeup and hair on his way back to your eyes.

Kiara smirked. “Isn’t she beautiful?” She asked him, glancing back and forth between the two of you. “JJ?”

“I— Yeah.” He murmured. “Beautiful.” He confirmed, looking straight at you with adoration. Kiara chuckled lightly, bringing him back to earth. “I— We need to go.” He shook his head, looking down. “You’re ready?” You nodded. “Good, good, good.” He sighed, looking back at the brunette. “I need to talk with Kie about something. Wait for me downstairs.”

“Okay…” You said, frowning.

You were clearly confused on the way out, the blond boy looking at you as you walked to the stairs, waiting for you to be downstairs before turning back to his best friend: who couldn’t stop smiling.

“You need to stop doing this!” He whisper-yelled at the witch. “I’m serious, Kie.” He sighed, looking back at the hallway with worry. “We are friends, nothing more and—”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She said innocently. “I was complimenting her, nothing else.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think she looks beautiful tonight?”

“I do! Fuck—” He said frustrated, running a hand through his messy hair. “Of fucking course. She looks beautiful all the time.” Kiara laughed at him, enjoying the sudden vulnerability. “Shut up!” It was new.

“You need to tell her the truth, JJ.” She suggested. “Come on, it’s been so long—” JJ groaned, walking out of the room. “Okay… Be careful!” Kiara yelled, rolling her eyes. “But this conversation isn’t over!”

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“...It’s okay.” You reassured him. “You don’t have to come with me, JJ.” You were both walking towards the mansion, passing the cars on the driveway. “It’s too dangerous for you to be here.”

He scoffed, clearly not impressed. “I’m coming.” He said, looking at the house with disgust: the music a bit audible from the outside. “I won’t come inside, obviously. I’m going to stay outside, look and listen, to make sure everything—”

“What about Ward?” You asked, stopping. He turned around to look at you, both hands hidden in his pockets as he shrugged his shoulders. “I think it’s a bit suspicious to walk around his house while everyone is inside—”

“Relax, Y/N.” He said, walking up to you. “I’m staying to make sure nothing happens to anyone, especially you.” You smirked. “If i see anything weird, or Ward’s car coming or Rafe—”

You frowned. “What about him?” You asked. “He’s not the problem, he’s not gonna do anything to me or anyone, JJ. We just have to make sure he doesn’t see me in there.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” He sighed. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I won’t touch your precious boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Be careful, don’t get caught.”

“I’ll try.” You said, turning around and walking towards the front door, the blond boy following your steps. “Or i’ll have to fuck with him again.” You teased, laughing. “I’m just ki—” You paused, glancing at him, noticing his annoyed expression. “I— Nevermind. Don’t do anything stupid, JJ.”

Finally: you entered the house discreetly. You looked for someone, a familiar face through the crowd: Rafe or Topper. After five minutes, you moved to the living room, ignoring the dancers and smokers around on the way.

“Fuck!” Rafe screamed with enthusiasm. “Hey, Y/N! Look everyone, it’s the Kook Princess!” He added with a smile.

Something’s up, you thought. You walked towards him, looking at the tall boy on the couch. Rafe was talking with some women and men: mostly strangers. You sighed, looking down at the coffee table: noticing the cocaine all over it.

“Hey, Rafe.” You said. “What’s going on here? I thought you weren’t doing or selling drugs anymore.” Everyone looked at you weirdly, the Kook boy standing up to talk. “What is—”

“Do you know where—” He wiped his nose. “Have you seen Topper?” He asked, ignoring your last sentence. “Hey, hey, hey.” He wrapped one arm around your shoulder. “Where have you been? It’s been a week!” He laughed nervously, forehead covered with sweat and pupils going crazy. “Hanging out with Pogues, huh?”

“Rafe…” You whined, not in the mood for this conversation. “I— I don’t know where Topper is.” You looked around, searching for the blond Kook through the crowd. “I’m gonna look for him.”

You moved away from him. “Wait!” He shouted, following you in the living room. “We— We need to talk about something.” He sighed, licking his lips. “I— What happened last week? Why are you doing this?”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes. “Rafe— I need to use the bathroom, we’ll talk later.”

You left him alone: going straight to the office. You wanted to leave this party, which means you had to deal with this right now and people were too busy doing their own thing to notice anything: thankfully. You entered the room, locking the door behind you. You walked straight to the painting, moving it carefully and sighing at the sight of the box.

“Shit.” You whispered. “What’s the fucking code?” You asked yourself. “Rafe’s birthday? Sarah’s birthday? Rose—” You paused, searching for the answer. “Their mom’s birthday.” You remembered the date: after learning it from Rafe in the past. “Yes!” You shouted, opening it.

You weren't expecting this: weapons, books, money, papers and old pictures. This looked insane. You took your phone out: taking pictures of the inside, texting them to JJ. You sighed, grabbing something off the box: Ward’s journal, bingo. You opened it, going through the pages.

“What the fuck.” You murmured, noticing familiar names: such as your father, mother and JJ Maybank. “Shit, not him—” You noticed the word suspicious next to it.

You looked at the pages attentively, taking pictures and sending them to the blond vampire right away. You needed to leave: stress washing you over. You turned around, glancing at the weapons and other things inside before standing up: throwing the journal back in. You examined the photos, noticing a few familiar faces: Rafe’s grandparents, there were a part of this, obviously.

Someone knocked on the door. “Y/N?” Rafe called. “What the fuck are you doing in my dad’s office?” You groaned: someone probably saw you, after all. “Let me in!”

You turned around, closing the box and cleaning the mess before walking to the door: unlocking it. “Hey, calm down!” You said, the Kook boy pushing you while walking in. “I just— I needed some alone time.”

Rafe scoffed, frustrated. “In Ward’s office, Y/N? Really?” You hummed, closing the door and leaning against it. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting so weird lately!”

You laughed nervously. “Says the man on cocaine.” He grimaced. “I’m disappointed. I can’t leave you alone for more than two seconds—” He laughed too. “That’s not funny, Rafe!”

“You’re overreacting!” He shouted. “You’re not my mother. I take care of myself!” You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I’m not joking with you!” He yelled, the aggressive tone making you tremble. “You don’t care about anyone, but yourself.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, hurt. “I’ve always been there for you, Rafe! We’ve been friends for years! I had to take care of you so many times, without complaining or anything—”

“You don’t have time for your friends anymore, Y/N!” He cut off. “You’re too busy hanging out with Pogues!” You sighed, head falling against the wooden door. “You don’t call or text, it’s like we never existed.”

“I’m not allowed to have other friends?” You asked, raising your voice as well. “I wanted to leave the Kook life for a few days, try new things, meet new people! I needed this! They are really nice people, JJ—” He clenched his jaw at the mention of the blond vampire, grabbing yours firmly before slamming your head against the door. “Rafe, stop—” You cried, the sudden pain making you whine, both hands moving directly to his wrist. “You’re hurting me.”

“Don’t even talk about him!” He said. “I can’t believe it, you’re fucking with Maybank, a dirty Pogue.” You frowned, struggling under his grip. “I knew something was wrong at the country club the other day.” He chuckled, ignoring the fear in your eyes. “You’re such a—” He paused, getting interrupted by an object breaking the window next to the two of you, the impact and sound making him jump back.

“Fuck.” You murmured, touching your jaw. “Don’t even—“ He walked closer. “Stay away from me, Rafe!” You yelled glancing at the Kook boy, who was slowly realizing what he just did. “Leave me alone!” You added as he tried to approach you again. “Don’t touch me!”

“Y/N…” He said, raising his hands in panic. He never meant to hurt you, he was losing control. “Listen—” You opened the door, running away from him. “Y/N!” He called again, again and again. “Come back!”

You ran to the front door: pushing people on your way out, not caring about anything anymore: besides leaving this place. You flipped someone off as they were complaining, opening the door and going out in a rush. You wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks, sniffing and looking around: searching for JJ.

The blond boy appeared next to you. “We need to leave!” You said, sniffing again. “I— Please.” He looked angry, jaw and both fits clenched. “Ward knows something, we really need to leave.” You said, using the journal as an excuse.

“He touched you.” He murmured, glancing at the door and face. “This motherfucker touched you!” He yelled, moving towards it, getting pushed back as you stopped him. “I— I heard everything and—” He paused, huffing. “I couldn’t do anything else!”

“Wait.” You sighed. “The window, it was you? You didn’t had to—“ You paused, breathed in and out. “I’m not feeling well, can we please go home?”

“I had to do something!” He shouted, veins popping out on his neck. “I— I’m gonna kill him.” Your eyes widened. “You can’t let him—”

“He’s drunk and high!” You shouted back, increasing his anger, you shouldn’t be defending him but he’s still your best friend. “I know it’s not an excuse but—” You sniffed and looked down. “Please, take me home, JJ.” You begged, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

JJ remained silent, pulling you against his chest: both arms wrapping themselves around your waist. You started crying against his t-shirt, the sobs making him sigh.

“This— I’ll never let him touch you ever again.” He murmured against your hair, holding you tight. “Never, Y/N.”

Rafe Cameron just lost the only person he truly loved.

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