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“Can I slap her for you?” - Corpse Husband | Part Two

Title: “Can I slap her for you?” – Part Two

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Summary: Being stuck living with the queen of YouTube drama and partying during the pandemic has seriously worn down your patience. Meeting Pokimane has changed your life for the better, making Among Us a pivotal part of your life.

Word Count: 5.2k

Unedited for now. I was eager to post. I will edit it later.

Corpse Masterlist

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<< PART ONE

After you left the apartment, you sat in the parking lot of some random store, trying to decide what to do now. Sighing, you opened your phone and went to Instagram. Corpse was probably wondering if it went okay.

Corpse: She left the stream, thank you!

Corpse: What exactly did you do?

Corpse: She’s sending Sean angry DM’s now.

Corpse: Hey, are you okay?

Y/n: Hey sorry, I had to pack. I’m fine, happy to help get her out of the stream. I switched off the power to her office.

Honestly, you wished you could have stood up against her more often than you did. She was four years younger, so you should have been able to have the say in things. But no, Olivia was a control freak and a spoiled brat too. She would no doubt tell your parents you started a fight with her, and she felt unsafe.

Corpse: Wow, you’re badass. Packing for what?

Y/n: Um, she may have kicked me out of the apartment, and I may have left without a fight because I’m tired of her shit. 🤷‍♀️

Corpse: Do you have a place to stay?

Of course you didn’t and you really should have thought about that before just leaving the way you did.

Y/n: Not really but I will find somewhere.

Well you hoped you could. There weren’t many people who were keen in taking in a friend during a pandemic.

Corpse: Poki’s going to call you.

At that message, your phone started to wring and sure enough, it was Poki.

“Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“So someone let it slip that your sister kicked you out?” Poki said calmly.

“Is that someone, Corpse?”

“Yes, he said it out of shock but I’m glad he did. Knowing you, you would have kept it a secret from me.” She was right. You hated inconveniencing your friends.

“Damn you, Corpse.” You muttered making her laugh. “Yeah so I ruined Olivia’s stream and she started screaming at me before kicking me out. I didn’t fight it because I am tired of her.”

“Understandable. Well do you need somewhere to stay?”

“Yes but I will find some place.”

“Nope, you’re staying with me. Come over now or I am coming out to drag you back to my place.” Her protectiveness made you smile.

“Sure, I’ll be there in a few.” You hung up.

Y/n: Thank you for looking out for my stubborn ass, Corpse. I would have never told her.

Corpse: Stubborn is one word to describe you. Cute is another.

That comment made your face heat up from the sheer adorableness of it. Corpse seriously just called you cute.

Y/n: Can I say you have a genuinely nice hand. It’s marvelous.

Corpse: Hey, don’t make fun of my hand. It takes all the heat for me. That hand is very anxious every time I post him.

Y/n: Awe I bet. Give him hugs from me. Also tell him I’m a big fan!

The easy flow of conversation between the two of you was nice. You got along extremely well and talking outside of the game was nice, since you could focus on what you really wanted to say to him.

Corpse: He’s flattered!

This was great and took your mind off Olivia and the fact she just kicked you to the curb with nowhere to go. But Poki was there for you. You appreciated her more than she knew.

You pulled up in front of her apartment building, parking the car, you got out and grabbed your stuff. Typing in the code Poki had given you a while ago, you were let into the building. Entering the elevator, you made your way to her apartment.

Barely knocking, the door flew open to reveal Poki. She looked mad but also worried. She pulled you into the apartment and hugged you tightly.

“Can I slap her for you?” She asked calmly.

This made you giggle. “I mean I would like to slap her as well.”

“We should make a plan. Hey, the group is still on, come say hi.” She started to lead you to her office.

“Are they still streaming?” You didn’t want to reveal your face to the world, not like this.

“Oh no. We ended our streams when Olivia started talking about you. She completely wasn’t respecting your privacy and we weren’t about to let her spill it to our viewers.” That was so sweet of them to do.

You had left your bags in the other room while you followed her. An idle conversation was going on when you entered.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” Poki took a seat in front of the computer, she pulled up a second chair. “I have someone special here.”

Sitting down, you saw her nod for you to say something. “Hey, did you miss me?”

They went wild.

“Y/n! Oh we missed you!”

“Don’t leave us again.”

“I’m sorry I invited your sister to stream.”

“Hey Y/n.”

The mix of voices was overwhelming in a good way. Sykkuno, Rae, Sean, and Corpse pretty much spoke over each other which made you laugh.

“One at a time, guys. You can’t overload her.” Leslie told them.

“Sorry Y/n. We just really missed having you here. You’ve become one of our favorite friends to play with.” Sykkuno said sounding as sweet as ever. That man was just the best.

“Yes, I can say we agree.” Rae added.

It was nice to hear they missed you. It really helped to lift your mood as well.

“Did your sister really kick you out?” Toast asked

“Yes she did. But it’s not surprising at this point. She’s probably been gunning to kick me out as soon as she could.” Sad truth

“Well she’s the worst player ever. She can’t keep a secret at all. I really should have never agreed to get her into the group.” Sean said sounding sad.

“Hey Sean, please don’t worry about it. She’s always weaseling her way into things. It’s completely not your fault.” One of the things she loved to do was incessantly DM other youtubers for collabs or for free stuff. She really had no morals.

“Well thank you, Y/n. You’re literally the sweetest.” Sean said earning a bunch of ‘I Agrees’ from everyone else. That really was helping make the night better.

“Who’s up for some more Among Us to relax after that shitshow?” Lud asked making everyone laugh hard. It was agreed the group would do it. Luckily, you had your laptop and joined the call and game and stayed in Poki’s living room to play. Honestly, it was so good for you.

At the end if gaming, you said goodbye to the group. Then Poki showed you to the extra room that used to be her roommates before she moved out last month.

“Hey, are you looking for a roommate?” You asked as you put the bags on the bed.

Poki sent you a smile. “I am. Are you interested?”

This was good. “Yes, I mean I still have to find another job since my main is still furloughing me until this pandemic gets better but I have some money saved up.”

“Hey, please don’t sweat it. Besides, I know a friend who’s in need of an editor, I may have mentioned your name and she really wants to talk to you about it. Is that okay?”

“Wow, that’s perfect. Thank you, Poki. You’re such a great friend.” It felt good to have someone there for you.

She pulled you into a hug. “Always. I am so glad I met you. You’re one of my best friends.”

This was an honor. “Don’t make me cry.”

“I can’t promise anything. Anyway, I will leave you to rest. It’s been a long night. Tomorrow I will give you my friends details.”

“Sounds good, night Poki.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She waved goodbye and closed the door behind herself.

Smiling, you sat on the bed. It was such a good thing that she was here got you. But also Corpse was the catalyst that got you to actually tell Poki was what happening. He was sweet and it seemed he was looking out for you.

After changing into comfy pj’s, you brushed your teeth before climbing into the freshly made bed. Opening Instagram, you saw that Corpse has messaged you.

Corpse: I don’t like being too forward but hey here we go. Can I please have your number so we can talk more easily?

A smile made its way to your face. For a tough man, he surely had a sweet way of getting to you

Y/n: Yes you can. xxx-xxx-xxxx.

The nerves jumped when you sent that message. Less than a minute later, you received a text from an unknown number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Hey Y/n, it’s Corpse. Would you mind if I called you so we could talk for a little?

You liked this idea truthfully. It only helped to show how genuine Corpse was being.

Y/n

Not at all. Please go ahead and call me.

Your phone rang, displaying Corpse’s name.

“Hello?” You answered the phone while pushing away the anxiety.

A soft deep laugh filled your ear. “Hey sweet girl. How are you feeling?”

His words made you want to sigh in the most lovesick way. That never happened these days.

“I’m good. Poki had an extra room I could crash in and well I might just be her new roommate.”

“I love that. She’s so much better than your sister I assume.”

“She is. Here I won’t have to deal with the incessant pandemic partying Olivia likes to do.” That selfish bitch.

“Shit, is she stupid? She does know she’s risking a lot of lives, right?” You loved that Corpse had the logic you craved.

“So she is stupid, and her response was always that it’s not her problem and that the vulnerable people should stay home.”

“She sounds like the typical beauty youtuber these days.”

“Yes, she is. She has no morals.”

“Well that’s not good. I guess that’s why her name keeps popping up all over social media. She really needs to be careful, before she becomes the next Tana.” He was right but you personally thought she was past that point already.

“It’s too late. She’s already passed the point of return with all of this.”

“Yikes. It’s good you got out of there when you did.” A soft but deep laugh was heard through the phone. The sound made you giggle. Hearing such a tough guy laugh the way Corpse laughs, made you feel giddy. “So about what I said earlier, I meant it.”

“Huh, what are you talking about?” You truly were a little lost by this.

Corpse laughed again. “When I called you cute earlier. I meant it.”

Heat filled your face and a small smile made its way to your lips. “Thank you, Corpse. That’s really sweet of you. I don’t like to show many people who I am because they will immediately connect me to Olivia, and I don’t want that.”

“I get that. I don’t show my face for fear they won’t like me when I do. All my fans have built up this expectation of what they want me to look like and now I just don’t want to let them down. Plus it’s nice being able to stay anonymous if I go into public, but of course people will hear my voice and know. Shit, it’s hard.”

“Awe, I’m sorry. I saw what the attention has done to some people, but I think not everyone goes into that headspace. Also, I think you should stay faceless if it makes you feel better. There is no rule that says you ever have to show your face. People who push you to do it have no boundaries.”

Corpse was quiet for a while and you thought you had offended him. “I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing, Corpse.” You squeaked.

“No, you said the right thing. I was just thinking. You’re right. A lot of people have been on me to reveal my face, but I never intend to. I want to be able to live my life without being swarmed by fans, or god forbid, them judging me by my appearance.”

“Which is really fucked. When I first appeared in my sister video, the comments were awful. They couldn’t understand how she was related to me, but I never thought I looked bad. But I guess they expected Olivia to be surrounded by people in her genre. It was so hard to see those comments.” Thinking back to it, Olivia had even added to it. Telling you that you should have tried to look more like her for the video. You should have worn something more colorful and put-on way more make up then you liked. But you hated that. That wasn’t you.

“I can’t imagine the things they said. Is that why you deactivated your twitter?” How did he know about that?

“Oh, yeah. How did you know about it?”

“I remembered seeing a story about it on YouTube last year. They didn’t show your face, so of course I didn’t know it was you. But I figured it out when Olivia joined the game tonight and she blabbered on about being your sister. I’m sorry you received that hate. No one deserves that ever.” His voice was calming you now.

“Thank you. Olivia seemed to add to it, as well. Fuck, she’s just the worst person.” Family definitely had the ability to be shitty. “Meeting Poki last year really was the best thing. But also joining this Among Us group has been so good for me. Thank you for accepting me.”

“Of course. You’re a natural in the game but you also fit very well with the group.” Corpse really hoped you believed him because this was true. The group had a whole conversation about it when Olivia finally left

“I’m flattered. The Corpse Husband is telling me I fit in with him and his streamer friends. Wake me up, I must be dreaming.” You knew his words were genuine because it was just easy to tell.

“You better believe it, baby, because it’s true.”

You stopped short when you heard him call you baby. Of course Corpse had used that word before but right now it felt more intimate.

Letting out a yawn you realized it was nearing 4 am. “I appreciate it.” You mumbled, feeling the events from the day seep in.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” His deep voice was lulling you closer to sleep.

“No.” Another yawn broke through.

“You can’t lie to me, Y/n. Get some sleep and we will talk tomorrow.”

The words made you smile. “That sounds good, Corpsie. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweet girl.” Despite wanting to stay on the phone, you hung up. Sleep was quickly coming in to claim you. You can happily say you fell asleep with a huge smile on your face.

Waking up was easier than it had been in a long time. Normally you woke up to Olivia screaming at you or someone else. So it was nice to wake up to silence. It allowed you to relax and wake up properly.

Your phone buzzed from beside you. A text from Corpse is what you first saw, so you opened it.

Corpse

Good morning, sweet girl. I hope the night treated you well.

Sweet and to the point. His messages made you think he had a thing for you. Well you hoped he did but he also could just be treating you the way he treats friends.

Y/n

Yes, I slept well and for once I wasn’t awoken by my obnoxious sister.

It would he good not to live with her.

Corpse

I bet. Hey I hate to be the one to show you this, but your sister posted this on her instagram.

He then sent a link to the post. It made your blood boil.

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There was a picture of her, she was holding up a ripped picture of you. A huge frown was on her face.

oliviaxoxo It’s a shame when family starts to treat you like you weren’t the one to give them money when they needed it. This is my sister and she’s a bitch. For the last few years, she’s been the one editing my videos. Well I found out she was trying to sabotage me, so I had to fire her and kick her out. What a shame it is when family stabs you in the back. 🙃🙃

1,454,787 people like this

oliviafan23 Is this true? Damn, f*ck fake people.

queenolivia Sueeee herrrrr!

lovinliv Family ain’t shit. Spill her info so we can drag her.

sykkuwu Whoa, why are you spreading lies about your own family?

queenolivia Why would you defend someone like that?

valkyrea You’re such a sad human for doing this. Stop lying.

pokimanelol Let’s see, none of this is true. Your sister has done so much for you and you’ve never appreciated it. Get some help for this.

corpse_husband This is sick. No wonder your name is always blasted everywhere. Do your sister a favor and stop talking about her.

oliviaxoxo I don’t know why you’re defending my stupid sister, but that totally makes you not hot to me anymore. Ugh.

valkyrea Uh, that’s what you got from this. Wow, you’re not worth this.

corpse_husband What can you expect? The covid must have gone to her brain. |

corpseandlivfan Whyyyyyyy Corpse, why would you stand up for her. Do you not realize how horrible Y/n is? Please tell me this is a joke!?!?

corpse_husband Well, she’s a good friend of mine and I won’t let people make up lies. So it’s not a joke.

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You were mad that she’d even say this shit publicly, but you should have known she would. She was nothing without her group of misguided followers.

Y/n

Can’t say I’m not surprised. This is so on brand for her. Thank you for sticking up for me. It means a lot.

Corpse

I would do it any day. She shouldn’t be able to get away with doing that to you.

Sadly, growing up, she did get away with doing the absolute worst shit and you always received the brunt of it.

Y/n

With any luck, she draws negative attention.

You clicked the link to view it again but instead were lead to a page that said the content was unavailable.

Y/n

I believe she just deleted the post.

Corpse

Oh, she did. That’s awesome.

It was. Olivia was never one to swallow her pride and admit any wrongdoings. That means she would never delete a problematic post, but she finally did

Y/n

I didn’t really read any other comments besides you and your friends and the top comments. I can’t imagine what her fans are really saying.

Olivia was completely okay with letting her fans attack people. It was seriously a huge mess. She fell into the category of YouTuber with the worst most entitled attitude.

Corpse

It’s good you didn’t read them, because they were horrible. I can’t believe she would let her fans do that.

Y/n

She’s done a lot of shady stuff. This is even before she blew up on YouTube. There is a lot of issues between us.

There was a lot that could be said about your relationship with Olivia and none of them were good. Forever it seemed, you had tried to make it work and hoped your sister would grow up and change but it never happened.

Corpse

I think she’s a vile human. From what I have seen and her complete lack of human decency, I just can’t help but feel she’s just not a good person and she never will be.

He was right. She would never change.

Y/n

You’re right. Hey, I have to go thank Poki for letting me stay but I also need to go back to that apartment to get the rest of my stuff. Can I call you when I get back?

Corpse

Yes, of course. Good luck heading over there.

Talking to him was pretty natural feeling. It was clear now that you were getting a massive crush on him. You had a crush on a man who’s face you’ve never seen. You couldn’t help it though, his personality just meshed so well with yours. He’d made you feel safe and wanted.

After getting dressed, you found Poki in the kitchen making breakfast. She sent you a sweet smile when you entered the room.

“Thank you for standing up for me against my sister on Instagram.” You were truly honored this group of friends liked you enough to do something like this.

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t just let her say that and get away with it. She’s done a lot to you, that you don’t deserve. Corpse messaged all of us the minute he found it and we all jumped into action. Sean and Felix were getting ready to comment when she deleted it.” She explained as she set a plate in front of you.

“I’m so honored. Thank you!”

“Of course, you’re one of us now and we will never let her get away with this stuff anymore.”

You could just cry with how loved they were making you feel. This is what had been missing in your life. Friends who genuinely cared about you and wanted to protect you from the nasty stuff Olivia was capable of doing.

“Would you come with me to the apartment to get the rest of my stuff?” You asked once the two of you finished eating.

Poki nodded. “Of course I will. You shouldn’t have to go alone.”

An hour later, you exited the elevator on the floor where you once resided. Your sister wasn’t home, which would be good but there was a chance she could return while you were packing. But you would deal with that when it came down to it. The two of you quickly got to work, packing your life up into the boxes you’d brought with you. Luckily, you weren’t one to collect a ton of stuff. You mainly just had to make sure your clothes and makeup were packed up.

You and Poki would fill boxes and pile them by there door, then you would take them down to the car when you acquired a good amount. In the end, you figured you would fill maybe 10 boxes which is actually not too many considering you’ve lived in that apartment for five years.

Poki had left to go take two more boxes to the car while you finished up packing up your last few items. The front door closed, and you assumed it was Poki, but it wasn’t.

“Oh look who’s here? My lovely sister.” Olivia’s voice was flat and emotionless.

You rolled your eyes and turned to find her standing in the doorway, glaring at you. “Hello, Olivia. I’m just packing my stuff and then I’m leaving.”

“Who said you were allowed to come back here?” She grumbled, eyeing the boxes.

“Well, this is my stuff and I have every right to come pick it up.”

“If it’s in my apartment, it clearly belongs to me.” She snarled.

You snapped. “Cut it out, Olivia. This was my apartment too, until you kicked me out last night. You can’t just claim my stuff as your because you’re salty about me having friends.” She was a spoiled brat, and you were done letting her get away with it.

“I’m not the salty one. Everyone can see it’s you.” God she was so annoying. You taped up the last box and turned to her. She held her phone in her hand. “Everyone say hi to my sister. You know, the one I posted about earlier before someone reported my post.”

“Are you live?” You asked, keeping your face expressionless. Olivia would do this.

“I bet some of you remember the few videos I did with her. Well of course that was before she turned against me and decided she was going to try and ruin me. Say hi, Y/n.” A sick smile played on her face.

“I never consented to being in your live, Olivia. Please stop.” You tried to keep your voice calm so that she wouldn’t have any way to make you look like the bad person. But regardless, she was already doing it.

Olivia cackled. “Well I think I’m free to do as I please in my apartment.” You could only imagine what her fans were saying. “You’re right, Andrea, she is an idiot, and I should have her arrested.” She spoke aloud making your blood boil.

“You’re so immature, Olivia.” You grumbled before grabbing the last couple boxes and moving towards the door. Olivia decided to swat the boxes out of your hand, and they fell tumbling to the ground. “What the hell, Olivia. I could have fragile stuff in there.” You growled at her.

Olivia was just laughing. “This is funny. What else should I do, guys?” She asked as she panned the phone around the room.

Her immaturity was giving you a headache. Poki walked in and saw Olivia.

“Oh hey guys, look who’s here. Pokimane.” She panned the camera to Poki who frowned. Olivia just laughed and started talking shit until she was cut off by the stream just ending. “What the hell.”

You gathered the last few boxes, and Poki came to help while Olivia attempted to start another live.

“What the fuck, it won’t let me go live.” She growled while stomping her foot like a child.

“That’s what happens when an influx of people report your live.” Poki spoke as you both had gathered the boxes.

Olivia was frowning. “What did you do, Y/n.” She wanted to pounce at her, but Y/n and Poki were already at the door.

“Y/n did nothing, but I got word of your little livestream and contacted some friends for help. It will be at least 24 hours before you can have another live. But with the amount of people who reported you, well you may be banned for a while.” With that, you and Poki left Olivia standing there is absolute shock.

You and Poki put the last boxes in the car. “Thank you, Poki. How did you get so many people to report it?”

“Well it was actually Corpse. He texted me and informed me that she was doing a live and bothering you. He had his fans go report it, but apparently Sykkuno and Rae also sent their fans. I was going to send mine, but they had it handled. So this was all Corpse.” She explained.

Hearing this made you feel so soft for Corpse. “Awe wow. That’s so sweet of him.”

The two of you entered the car. “Y/n, can I tell you something without you telling him I told you?”

You looked over at her. “Yes, sure.” Your heart rate kind of picked up.

“Well the other day, Corpse admitted he has feelings for you, but he wasn’t completely sure if you felt the same way for him. But I mean I can clearly see you do. Your whole face just lit up when I mentioned him. So do you?”

Heat filled your face and you suddenly felt shy. “I do, yes. Which is ridiculous because I just met the guy, and I don’t even know what he looks like. But gosh, I like him so much. When I talk to him, I feel happy. He’s been so good to me through this crap with Olivia.” You admitted, knowing she already knew.

Poki smiled and squealed in complete happiness. “You two are just the most adorable people! It’s not ridiculous. We pretty much knew from the first time you joined us, that Corpse was into you. But oh my god, you’re into him. You need to tell him!!!!”

You agreed, Corpse deserved to know. “I do. But how? It’s been a really long time since I’ve told someone I liked them. Shit, I feel like I’m in high school again!”

This made Poki giggle. “Calm down, Y/n. I have a plan. Let’s get back to the apartment and we will talk about this. Rae also wants to be involved in this.”

Back at her apartment, you had jumped onto a call with Rae and the three of you talked about what your plan was for you to tell Corpse what you felt for him. Rae and Poki decided to organize an Among Us game strictly for fun and no one would stream, they would also use Proximity chat.

“So we will get him to follow you around until one of us is imposter, then we will lock you into wherever you end up. Do it then” Rae explained sounding so excited.

“Okay, that can work. Let’s do this!” You were nervous but also excited to finally do something good for yourself.

You and Poki set up for the gane and Corpse sent you a text.

Corpse

Are you joining the game tonight?

Seeing a text from him, made you feel giddy.

Y/n

Yep I am. So I will see you in game?

Corpse

Yes you will, angel.

Cue the insane butterflies.

The lobby loaded and it was you, Corpse, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Karl, Tina, Sean, Toast, and Leslie. All streamers you had grown to like a lot in the time you have been playing with them.

“Y/n, I am so happy you’re playing with us!” Tina gushed as her little character ran around yours.

“I’m happy to be here.” You really were.

“You’re sister is a piece of work, Y/n.” Sykkuno said.

You giggled. “Don’t I know it.”

“What did she do this time?” Sean asked.

“Decided to film a live when we went to get Y/n’s stuff from the apartment.” Poki explained.

“Oh, that’s gross.” Karl commented.

“I have to thank Corpse for helping.” You stated to the group.

“Yeah Corpse was quick to text us.” Sykkuno added.

“You’re welcome, Y/n. I wasn’t going to let her get away with what she was doing. Truth is, I got a bunch of fan DMs that were telling me what Olivia was doing. So a lot of my fans were already reporting it, but the tweet helped.” Corpse’s deep voice soothed you.

“I appreciate it so much. She was just being an immature brat as always.”

The group laughed before deciding to start the game. Poki and Rae agreed to text you when either of them were imposter. Now it was a matter of getting Corpse to follow you.

The group was on the Polus map, which seemed to be a favorite for everyone.

Rae

We should lock them in weapons.

Rae had texted you and Poki through the group text.

Poki

That’s the best place for them.

Y/n

Okay but I still have to get him to follow me.

Rae

He will. Just wait, I have a plan.

You trusted Rae and Poki to help you. Now it was time to admit it all to Corpse and hope he genuinely liked you back.

Y/n

Let’s do this!

PART THREE >>

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astralkoo · 4 years

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Mr. Slim Thick | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, high school au

Warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!reader, language, reader has a major thigh kink oof, thigh riding, bondage, oral & fingering (m. receiving), unprotected sex, probably other stuff that I forget oops

Summary: getting paired up with the kid with the thick thighs from your health class for a project is probably the best thing to happen to you in your high school career.

Word Count: 7.4k

A/N; if you’ve seen this before, its because its from my book Domination from my wattpad account Bangtanbbabies, I’ve decided to post my stories from there onto here as well just for the hell of it, enjoy my lovelies ;)

it was Monday.

and you were fucking tired.

but luckily, it was the last period of the day; health.

as usual, Jimin was talking your ear off about some guy he screwed around with at a party last weekend.

as usual, you hummed and nodded, throwing out mindless 'oh really?'s and 'that's wild's as your mind wandered to somewhere different entirely.

and as usual, your eyes were glued to the door, waiting impatiently for a certain someone to finally grace the room with their presence. and finally, he did.

your body went rigid, jaw slacking, eyes widening as Jeon Jungkook slipped into your health classroom.

his body was adorned by a complimenting pair of ripped skinny jeans that hugged his lower body in all the right places, a loose black t–shirt that was cleanly tucked into his pants, put on a teasing show of the lower part of his toned biceps, and a pair of his infamous timberlands.

"y/n."

you felt yourself falter as you took notice of the thick black belt wrapped around his waist, drawing attention to just how slim it was.

holy fucking hell.

no matter how many times you saw him, you were never able to get over just how fine he was.

when he walked past your desk, you had to remind yourself repeatedly that it would technically be conserved sexual assault if you just reached over and spanked his ass.

...unless he was into that... then you were fucking golden.

but no, you refrained from touching him inappropriately (to your own disappointment) and resorted to just watching him.

you watched as he strode gracefully through the classroom, weaving his way through the desks until he reached that of his best friend, Kim Taehyung.

you watched as he grinned at him, small, pink lips molding around the words of a greeting.

you watched as he pressed his large hands against the top of the desk, leaning his body over it slightly, putting the profile of his curvy backside on full display for your hungry eyes.

"y/n."

your tongue slid over your lips, eyes zeroing in on your personal favorite part of his gorgeous body: his thighs. those babies could crush watermelons. but you'd rather them be wrapped around your head.

"y/n!"

"jesus fuck what do you want?" you hissed, whipping around to face park jimin, your best friend of ten years. "can't you see I'm trying to enjoy the walking porn star?"

"you're drooling, perv," he rolled his eyes, "literally."

you raised your hand to your lips, "am not— oh fuck." you quickly used your sleeve to wipe off your damp chin as Jimin snorted loudly.

"do you know nothing of subtlety?"

"I'm subtle," you scowled at him defensively, hands dropping against your desk with a harsh thud that drew a few eyes in your direction.

"sure, that's the reason why the only person unaware about your little infatuation is Jungkook himself, and that's because straight dudes are stupid oblivious."

you pouted, arms crossing stubbornly over your chest, "I'm not infatuated, just interested."

"yeah, in his body."

"nuh–uh!"

"yuh–uh!"

you swatted at his arm harshly, making him gasp dramatically, before he childishly hit you back. soon enough, it turned into a full blow smack war.

"ms. l/n, mr. park. if you wouldn't mind postponing your flirting until after my class, I'd greatly appreciate it," your teacher smiled sarcastically at the two of you.

you rolled your eyes, about to lean back in your seat, when suddenly Jimin's arms were around you, tugging your body into an awkward position against the arm of your desk as he all but groped you. "but, miss, you don't understand, I just can't keep my hands off of her."

your teacher grimaced, "I implore you to try, mr. park."

Jimin pouted, gripping your chin, staring intensely into your eyes. "but she's just so sexy... I can hardly contain my raging testosterone. you know, miss, a man has his needs." you gasped exaggeratedly as his hand suddenly gripped your butt, squeezing.

"naughty boy~ we were just in the janitor’s closet during lunch," you 'whispered', biting your lip, both for the little show you two were putting on but also to contain the laugh threatening to burst out of you, "do you already need more, daddy?"

he moaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut. you slapped your hand over your mouth, head falling against his shoulder as your body shook with silent laughter.

that seemed to be the last straw for your teacher because she looked about ready to burst from the twenty shades of red her face was turning.

but, instead of throwing detentions in your faces (knowing she'd have to spend an extra hour after school with the two of you tormenting her), she brought her fingers to her temples, massaging roughly, muttering to herself several times in a row, "ten more years until retirement. jail time isn't worth it."

"I think we broke her," you cackled, Jimin nodding in agreement.

"alright," she shouted suddenly, slamming her hands down on the top of her desk, "enough time wasted. since I have no interest in so much as attempting to teach you hormonal reprobates, I'm going to give you a project."

Jimin and you side eyed each other hopefully, waiting for her to spit out those last words.

"and you will be working in groups of two or three,"

the class erupted into eager conversation, people turning to their friends and shooting looks across the room. you and Jimin performed your secret hand shake, cheering excitedly. until,

"that will be randomly assigned."

groans of protest and annoyance filled the room. she just rolled her eyes and pulled up a randomizer on her computer, spinning a wheel and waiting for the groups to be assigned. she turned to screen around to face the class, who quickly scrambled out of their seats to see who they'd be working with.

there were a few sighs of disappointment but no adamant protests. once you and Jimin reached the screen, seeing your names paired together, you high–fived, muttering out a, "hell yeah." but your excitement was cut short by your buzzkill of a health teacher, who quickly took notice of your eagerness.

"well that just won't work," she tsked, shaking her head disapprovingly, "for the love of all things holy and pure you two should definitely not be paired together. hold on just a moment."

"miss, you can't be serious, we were just—" you began.

"mr. jeon, please switch with mr. park and be ms. l/n's partner."

"see ya, bitch," you snorted, swiveling on your heels to face a confused looking Jungkook.

he glanced once at his irrelevant partner before shrugging and making his way over to you. you yelped as a sharp pinch was delivered to your arm.

"traitor," Jimin hissed as he stalked away from you. you simply shrugged, smirking to yourself.

for that fine piece of ass, you'd betray your bestie any day.

"hey, Jungkook," you grinned. he smiled lightly nodding in greeting as you both fell into nearby seats.

the entire rest of the class, ms. stickupherass was explaining what the project would consist of, you were completely zoned out. instead of listening, you were intensely focused on staring at the side of Jungkook's stupidly cute face.

your eyes traced the pronounced curve of his nose, fluttering over those little pink lips, following the strikingly sharp line of his jaw. this was the closest you've been to the boy since you accidentally ran into him in the hall, accidentally dropped your stuff, and accidentally let yourself admire his thighs and butt as he picked it all up like the gentleman he was.

so no, you were not about to waste this precious opportunity to listen to your teacher ramble on about some trivial project.

before you knew it, the bell was ringing.

with a disappointed pout, you began packing your belongings away.

"so... where should we work on the project?" his soft, breathy voice took you by surprise, sending shudders of delight down your spine just by the mere sound of it.

"hm?"

"when should we work on this?" he repeated with a soft giggle that had your heart doing all kinds of weird gymnastic tricks, "maybe in the library... we could stay after school if you want to?" he suggested softly

"and spend another hour of my life in this hell hole? no thanks," you scowled, nose scrunching at the suggestion. he nodded meekly in understanding, head lowering. you bit your lip lightly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, "how about you come by my place after school today, and we can get some real work done there."

he seemed oblivious to the double meaning behind your statement. instead, he took on a somewhat worried expression, eyes drifting off somewhere else.

"would your boyfriend be okay with that?"

your face scrunched in confusion, "boyfriend, what boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend. where the hell did you get that idea?"

he blinked at you, visibly bemused, "but, I thought you were with Jimin?"

you nearly choked on your own laughter as it came bursting from you lips, "please, he's about as straight as your ass looks in those jeans."

"what?"

lmao, exposed yourself bitch.

"he's gay, very gay."

"oh."

it was surprisingly easy to convince Jungkook to come to your house, despite his endearing refusals of not wanting to intrude, but you insisted. adamantly.

because intrusion was exactly what you were hoping for.

you even convinced him to let you drive him, seeing as he usually took the bus or got a ride from one of his older friends.

he looked cute as fuck sitting in your passenger seat, fiddling shyly with his fingers as his big eyes gazed out the window.

several times you had to stop your hand from reaching over the console and gripping those thick, luscious thighs. they were just fucking begging to be squeezed, and kissed, and bruised, and rode—

okay. so you might have a bit of an infatuation.

you knew it would be about fifteen million times harder to control the urge to grab him and fuck him in every position known to man once you actually had him in your house. especially with your parents at work...

it'd just be you, him, and the demon sitting on your shoulder with a massive thigh kink.

"welcome to mi casa," you sang, throwing yourself down on your living room couch, smiling cheekily up at a visibly uncertain Jungkook, "make yourself at home, babe."

you watched in amusement as his cheeks tinted a soft pink color as the nickname slid off your lips in a flirtatious purr. he faltered briefly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as his cheeks filled with air, eyes flickering noncommittally around the room.

"Come on, I don't bite," you grinned, patting the seat beside you, adding under your breath, "too hard."

he lowered himself onto the couch, and you pouted at the unreasonable (it was reasonable) amount of distance he put between you two, but decided to let it be. he pulled materials out of his backpack, setting them up on the table in front of you.

"do you think you can explain what exactly we're supposed to be doing, because I may or may not have completely zoned out while she was talking," you admitted.

he chuckled softly, "well, she said were supposed to make a poster showing or explaining the positive and the negative of engaging in sexual intercourse as teenagers, and it's supposed to show us how like, sex isn't worth the risk at a young age."

haha. yeah, okay.

"so, the pros and cons of fucking?" you reiterated, brows raising. his cheeks tinted a shade of pink at your blunt wording and he nodded slowly.

"y–yeah, I guess you could say it like that."

a wicked smirk twisted onto your face. wonderfully sinful ideas began to swirl to life in your mind. you were beginning to appreciate ms. stickupherass more and more every second.

until you actually started to do the project.

"one pro? really? that's all you can think of?" you scoffed in disbelief, staring at the t–chart he had compiled. the long list of negatives far outdid the single positive he had come up with.

"there is only one positive to sex: momentary pleasure. other than that there is literally nothing to gain besides std's and regret." he muttered, matter–of–fact.

"have you ever even had sex before?"

his deeply blushing face and skittering eyes were all the answer you needed.

"you've never had sex before? are you crazy? then how the fuck can you sit here talking shit about it? that's like when people say pineapple pizza sucks before they've even tried it! It (insert opinion on pineapple pizza bc I'm not tryna start any wars ya feel), but I can say that because I've actually tried it before!"

"I know about all the risks and consequences that come with sex! it just doesn't seem worth it."

"but you're only exposing yourself to the negative. you gotta give yourself a chance to experience life and all its messy, beautiful qualities. you can't just make your mind about something you've never experienced before," you countered quickly, "sex can be... life changing."

"yeah, especially when you end up with a new addition nine months later."

"ever heard of protected sex, jackass?"

"no amount of protection is full proof."

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook.

of course the first guy you've ever met to not want to have sex is the kid you've been obsessing over since the first day of high school. how fucked up is that.

"listen, Jungkook," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "sex is a whole lot more than you're giving it credit for."

"I know what—"

"hear me put, okay?" you interrupted quickly, giving him a pointed glare. he sealed his lips, nodding obediently. you continued, "sex isn't always just about pleasure. it's about intimacy, connection, trust, love. it's about forming a deeper relationships with someone. why do you think some people wait until after marriage? it's about putting faith in someone, and showing them trust."

he watched you intently as you spoke, lips faintly parted, eyes wide. every word that passed from your lips, he listened to devotedly.

"that's not to say sex can't be dirty or heartbreaking or wrong. believe me, I know it can be anything but good. but, I've also seen how amazing it can be. if you do it right, with the right person, in the right place... shit, it can be—"

"life changing?" he finished for you, a thoughtful smile on his lips.

you chuckled, nodding. "exactly. and I'm not saying you should go out and fuck everything with a pulse. I'm just saying, sex isn't always this horrible, disgusting thing that you think it is. if it was, I doubt so many people would be having it."

all at once, his mouth was on yours. your eyes widened, body going rigid. well, you weren't expecting that.

just as quickly as he had kissed you, he pulled away. he looked horrified, mouth gaping, eyes practically popping out of their sockets. it seemed he was just as caught off guard as you were.

the kiss couldn't have lasted for more than three seconds. but in those quick seconds, you had gotten a taste of him.

and you wanted more.

he began to spit it a flustered mess of an apology, "holy shit, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I—"

"shut up," you growled, grabbing him by the back of the neck and drawing his lips back onto your own.

he emitted a sound of surprise, but didn't make a move to pull away. even so, his lips were puckered and stiff. it was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. chuckling, you leaned away just enough that your lips weren't touching.

"relax, Jungkook," you murmured, pecking his lips lightly.

"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out, face turning beat red for the umpteenth time that day, "I've just never... done this before."

"you've never kissed anyone before?" he shook his head weakly, features burning with embarrassment at his admission. you smiled, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek, "that's alright... I'll teach you."

"o–okay," he whimpered, dark eyes focusing in on your lips.

seeing the need that sparkled faintly within them, you decided not to make him wait any longer. you pressed your lips gently to his, moving slowly, but with purpose. his motions gradually grew from stiff and uncertain to relaxed and fluid. you let out a sound of approval, one of your hands sneaking down to squeeze his thigh.

god damn.

he gasped in your mouth, and you dipped your tongue skillfully between his lips. a loud moan escaped his chest, the sound sending chills down your spine. you couldn't help but to wonder what he would sound like moaning your name, begging for more...

that thought alone was enough to have you tugging him closer to you, pulling his leg over your lap until he was straddling your thighs. your hands wandered to his waist, thumbs rubbing small circles. he shuddered faintly, giggling into your mouth as you hit a ticklish spot.

"god, you're so cute," you chuckled, kissing over his jaw as his head tilted back, offering you more access. he mewled as you hit a weak place.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he gasped, hands jumping up to grip your shoulders tightly.

"don't think too much, just enjoy," you purred, nipping at his collarbone playfully, "and follow my lead." the grip you had on his waist slipped down to his narrow hips, guiding them in slow grinding motions.

"o–oh," he swallowed, jaw slacking as his eyes dropped between you, watching himself grind against you. it didn't take long for a prominent bulge to form in his tight jeans, the restriction making him squirm. he let out a strangled whine, "y/n... it hurts."

you smirked, "why don't you strip for me, baby?"

his cheeks ignited in a hot crimson blush. "s–strip?" you hummed, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out from the loops, dropping it onto the floor. that may be useful later.

he nodded, "okay." you grinned, excitement boiling up inside of you, leaning back as Jungkook stood up before you. he bit his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shyly as he gripped the bottom of his black t–shirt.

"d–don't laugh."

your eyes widened, brows raising. "I would never laugh at you, I promise," there was steadfast certainty in your voice, your hand rubbing soothingly down the back of his leg, "it's okay if you don't want to do this—"

"no! no, I want to," he cut you off quickly, and you couldn't help the feeling of relief that washed over you.

"okay," you leaned back, "then take it off."

with an adorable look of determination, he began to strip; starting with his shirt. you had to bite your lip near the point of blood when he slowly peeled the fabric off of his body to keep from crying out 'glory, glory, hallelujah!'. hot was an understatement.

muscular shoulders that melted into sculpted biceps. a bulky chest that screamed push up fiend and formed into a set of six tight, toned abs.

"Jesus," your mouth watered.

you couldn't stop your hand from reaching out and caressing down his body, watching as his stomach flexed under your touch.

"work out much?" you smirked up at him.

he chuckled, shrugging faintly, "it’s a hobby of mine."

yeah, it fucking shows.

once again, your eyes slid down to see his erection still standing proud, straining hopelessly. you licked your lips lustfully. seeing what was above the belt, only made you want to see what was below it a hundred times worse.

"fuck, take your pants off," you impatience was beginning to show as your hands found the zipper of his jeans. but he suddenly grabbed your wrists. you looked up at him, concerned you'd gone too fast for his liking.

but his dark, desire filled eyes and the playful smirk on his lips told you otherwise. "please... let me," he murmured, you nodded in a slight daze from the look he was giving you. releasing your wrists, he slowly pushed his jeans over his hips, letting them slip teasingly down his thick thighs, before they finally pooled at his ankles, where he had earlier kicked off his timbers.

you groaned softly, nearly melting at the sight of his bare legs in front of you. shaved, they were fucking shaved. you could see the taunt muscles bulging underneath his soft skin. and holy fuck his thighs, his thighs, his fucking thighs. tan and big and bite–able.

shit, they were even hotter than you imagined.

"you... you can touch me... if you want..."

his soft, bashful voice broke you from the trance you'd put yourself in, and you quickly snapped your stare away from his thickness and up to his face. he looked shy again, bottom lip sucked into his mouth, cheeks rounded, raised, and tinted by a subtle pink, eyes big and shiny in the most endearing way imaginable.

how the holy fuck were you supposed to say no to that.

in less than a second your hands were back on his thighs, rubbing, squeezing, savoring. his skin was warm and tight under your greedy hands, tensing every time your fingers grazed a particularly sensitive area.

just touching suddenly wasn't enough. leaning forward, you grazed your lips over the hem of his tight boxers, biting gently at the flesh just below it. he trembled, moaning softly as you placed a flurry of kisses and light sucks on his legs.

thigh kink? confirmed.

you were so close, you could see his erection growing by the second. and shit was that a turn on. with a twinge of reluctance, you detached your mouth from his thighs, peering up at his slack jawed face with a smirk.

"you look good in black, Jeon," you teased, lightly tracing your index finger over his boner.

"please, y/n," he moaned, his knees beginning to grow weak underneath him. as much as you would have loved to have kept teasing the hell out of him, there were far more important matters to take into consideration.

pulling away from him, you shifted over to make room for his large body on the couch. "down," you demanded.

he all but launched himself onto the couch, before staring at you like an obedient puppy awaiting his next command. you were already power hungry enough as is, and now he was looking at you like that? the fuck was he trying to do to you?

he yelped in surprise as you planted your hands on his shoulders, shoving him back. he fell, head landing near the arm rest, torso propped up on his elbows, legs parted, one foot resting on the floor. he looked like a work of art laid out like that. you could just devour him.

you crawled on top of him, trapping his head between your hands. "do you know how long I've wanted you, Jungkook?" you muttered, brushing your nose over his. he shook his head, breathing heavily as you positioned one of your knees against his crotch. "do you know how long I've wanted to have your gorgeous body underneath mine? too fucking long."

he moaned out as you pressed into him, at the same time capturing his mouth in yours in a wet, sloppy, hungry kiss that had his mind reeling. his large hands gripped your jaw, one of his legs hooked over your hip, keeping you close to him. he loved feeling you.

"do you know how much of a tease you are?" you growled against his mouth, biting his bottom lip. "shit, you have to know. walking around in those tight jeans, showing off that tight little ass. you love it, don't you? having everyone's eyes all over you."

he was panting as his hips began to slowly grind against your leg, desperate for friction. "I– I never realized—"

you cut him off with a hand around his throat, tsking softly, "don't lie to me, baby. liars get punished." shit, y/n don't get too kinky on him, it's still his first time, you silently reminded yourself. but he seemed to enjoy it enough, because his grinding became rougher and faster, to the point where he was essentially dry humping your leg.

"f–fuck, punish me," he moaned out, clenching and unclenching his fists in your hair. you choked.

he was asking for it. literally asking for it. if it was any other guy, you would have already jumped his bones.

but this was Jeon Jungkook, your not so secret obsession since the beginning of high school. he was underneath you, horny, hard, and asking you to punish him. and yet, you still weren't sure.

on one hand; you wanted to fuck his shit up. you wanted to feel him writhing, hear him crying out, see him sweating. you wanted to wreck that boy. fuck him into oblivion, until he was seeing stars.

but on the other hand; he was still a virgin. he had no experience whatsoever, and had only just had his first kiss that day, with you. you didn't want to hurt him–hurt him his first time. you didn't know if he could take it.

Jungkook must have seen the conflicted expression on your face, because he made a soft noise to bring your attention back to him.

"please–," he whimpered, spreading his thighs with a needy moan, "please, be rough with me."

w—

was your life a joke to him?

"shit, Jeon," you huffed out a strained chuckle, "you're really fucking me up here."

he whimpered again, looking up at you pleadingly. "I can handle it, I promise. I want more. I want you."

was this the same guy that said the only things you can gain from sex are std's and regret?

it wasn't hard for him to shatter any tiny amount of resistance you offered with a single look. you nodded faintly, smiling as his face lit up. "don't be afraid to tell me to stop, okay? I don't want to get too carried away."

he hummed, head bobbing in acknowledgment.

"words, baby," you scolded.

"yes, I promise," he breathed, eyes honing in on your lips, "can you kiss me again?"

as much as you wanted to tell him this was serious, you still couldn't bring yourself to say no. you kissed him again, slowly this time. you chuckled at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your lips. "impatient thing, aren't you?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but could only manage a gasp as you began to trail your mouth down his body, until you were face to crotch with his throbbing arousal. you looked up at him with a cocked brow. "want them off?"

you had barely finished the question before he was rapidly nodding his head, biting his lip as he hummed desperately. chuckling at his eagerness, you slid your fingers under the waistband on his black Calvin Klein's, and tugged them down.

his erection swung out of it's confines like a god damn baseball bat, slapping against his stomach hard enough to make him flinch slightly. you don't remember ever seeing a guy that hard before. and you'd barely even touched him.

"impressive, baby," you purred, soothing your hands over the inside of his thighs. pressing a slow kiss to his hipbone, you murmured, "you're already so hard for me... it makes me wonder..."

your fingers glided closer and closer to where you knew he wanted you most, but never touching him. frustration blossomed on his face in the attractive shade of crimson.

"if I could make you come without even touching you."

he cried out, desperately shaking his head, "no, no please– I can't. please touch me. I need you, plea—" he cut himself off with a thunderous moan as your hand wrapped around his dick and began pumping quickly.

you smiled cheekily up at him, "since you said please."

he was already slick with his own pre cum, hot and throbbing in your palm. spluttering moans escaped his lips as his body tried to process the pleasure of your smooth, rapid strokes. little need be said that it was a lot for his virgin cock to handle in that moment.

his head jerked up when you suddenly pulled away, staring down at you with furrowed brows and hopeless eyes.

"you wanted me to kiss you, right?" it was more of a rhetorical question, and you didn't really give him the chance to reply anyways before your mouth was on his dick.

Jungkook cried loudly, throwing his head back as you french kissed his tip.

"f–fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he whined between harsh onslaughts of gasps and moans, tightly grabbing the armrest above his head. you hummed in admiration as his chest broadened and his skin tightened with the stretch, putting his taut pectorals on full display.

every flick and twirl of your tongue sent tendrils of pleasure shooting through his body in hot, wet, glorious waves. his back arched off of the couch cushion every time you sucked, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening.

you watched, ego practically bursting out of your head at how responsive he was. every thrust of his torso, every tremble of his legs, every gorgeous sound that thrust itself from his lips went straight to your core. he was undeniably intoxicating.

he suddenly threw his legs over your shoulders, ankles locking on the small of your back. you moaned around him as you realized the position he'd just put himself in. your hands crawled up his flexing thighs, gripping them tightly.

talk about a dream come true. literally.

you applied some vigor to your motions, bobbing your head eagerly and twisting your tongue around him. you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth, the fluid leaning from his swollen cock lathering your tongue. that combined with the sounds he was making, beautiful, high whines, signaled that he was close. but you weren't done yet.

all at once, you pulled away, panting slightly but smirking nonetheless.

"w–why did you... s–stop?" he gasped, brows furrowing as he looked down at you desperately.

"because I want to show you another trick I learned during one of my rendezvous," you purred, kissing down his thighs to soothe the orgasm you prevented him from experiencing, "if you're up for it?"

"if it feels anything like that, I'm down," he was quick to agree, pulling his legs off of you as you sat up.

"I'm happy to hear that..." your eyes wandered below his dick, and your eyes glistened with excitement. before he could put two and two together, your fingers were tracing his lips. "do you mind sucking?" you asked. he shook his head, and you chuckled at his big doe eyes, sending you silent pleas, "then suck, baby."

he obediently took your fingers into his mouth, small lips delicately wrapping around them. you hummed in appreciation, loving the way he looked with your fingers in his mouth.

"that's right baby, use your tongue, make them wet," you groaned, pushing them deeper. he silently complied, tongue shyly swirling around them, cheeks going concave and he sucked gently. all the while, his eyes, wide and glistening, looked into yours, hungry for approval.

Jesus Christ, have mercy.

"you'll make me come in my pants if you keep this up," you joked, biting at the inside of your cheek. that statement only seemed to add fuel to the fire, because before you could process what he was doing, he had you fingers knuckle deep in his mouth, sucking them like his life depended on it. now, it was your turn to go slack jawed.

when it got to the point where you could feel the arousal beginning to drip between your thighs, you drew your fingers from his mouth. you shuddered with glee at the sight of a string of his spit connecting the tip of your finger to his lips. hot. hot, really fucking hot.

"damn, baby. you're good with your mouth," you chuckled breathlessly, trying to ignore the sexy way his brows rose in suggestive arches at your statement.

"I can be even better if you give me something hot and wet to eat."

well fuck you too, Jeon. now my ovaries have exploded, thanks a whole fuckin' lot you little tongue slut.

"maybe if you behave yourself, yeah?" you all but growled, feeling the heat in your body increase tenfold. and then he had the nerve to smirk at you. as if you weren't turned on enough. now you had to show him who the fuck was in charge here. "you're asking for it, Jeon."

he chuckled shortly, biting his lip. "then give it to me."

welp. there goes taking it easy his first time.

in seconds, you had his hands pinned above his head and the belt you had discarded earlier wrapped tightly around his wrists. he groaned at the feeling of the taut leather pulling at his delicate skin, loving the sensation of being restrained more than he thought he would.

"such a spoiled little brat, aren't you?" you snarled, grabbing one of his legs and forcing it up over your shoulder, holding the other against his chest. he bit his lip, eagerly nodding in agreement. "making demands like that. shit, you want it so bad? then have it, baby."

he cried out as the tips of your wet fingers slowly penetrated his virgin hole. hot, salty tears pooled in his eyes at the foreign stretch. you placed soothing kisses down his neck, murmuring sweet, encouraging words against his skin.

"tell me to stop if it's too much," you uttered, feeling his body trembling and tensing beneath you.

he quickly shook his head at that, "I'm okay– I'm okay... keep going... please keep going."

you praised him quietly, continuing to ease your fingers into him. his back arched deeply, forcing your chest together so firmly not even a piece of paper could slip between you. his head rolled to the side, panting lips pressing to his bicep, prominent bunny teeth biting into the flesh as his brows scrunched.

beautiful didn't begin to describe him.

"you're taking my fingers so well, baby," you cooed, thrusting your fingers shallowly, slowly in and out of him at a consistent pace, allowing his body to adjust properly. you could tell he was still in some pain, but it was quickly melting from his feature, being replaced by something entirely different.

"y/n," he drawled out a low moan, hips steadily beginning to roll in time with your fingers.

oh, you knew what that meant.

"you want more?"

he nodded quickly, whining for emphasis. you only grinned and continued your now painfully slow motions. he groaned in frustration when he tried to grind his hips down, only for you to grab them and pin them down. this was becoming torturous. this shallow pleasure and weak stretches weren't enough to get him anywhere. you know that. and now so did he.

face blossoming in a deep red, he weakly squirmed against his restraints in order to lift his head. "y/n, I can handle it, please! I need— shit," he squeaked loudly, eyes popping open almost comically when your fingers suddenly pushed deeply into him. his entire body jolted and you felt him clench around you.

"relax. you said you could handle it right?" he could only nod, words evading him as you pulled out, only to plunge right back in. the motion sent his head into a fuzzy state of euphoria that he'd never had the pleasure of encountering before.

it wasn't long before you were pumping into him at an arm numbing pace. your bicep and wrist ached, but you really couldn't care less. not with how utterly, stupefyingly gorgeous he looked.

hands bound above his head, which was thrown back as his strained throat shot out whorish moans. sweat making his rippling skin shimmer like an ocean at sunset. every muscle in his upper body was flexed and on full display for your greedy eyes, bulging and trembling.

"you look like you're about to just burst, Jeon," you teased, biting your lip at the sound of your palm connecting with his toned backside with sharp smacks.

wet? nah bitch you were drenched.

"w–wa... wait–wai... wait!" he gasped and moaned as your skilled fingers brought him closer and closer to the edge. you immediately still, quickly drawing your hand away from him.

"did I hurt you?" you asked, concern shining in your eyes.

"no, no it felt good. really good, fuck. I just..." you furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for him to continue, "I don't want to come from your hand."

your brows raised, "oh?"

"I want you to fuck me."

oh.

a massive smirk split your cheeks. "don't have to tell me twice," you swooped down, kissing him fiercely. you moved the undo his binds, letting the belt hit the floor with a soft thud. with his freed hands, he reached down and helped you tug off your pants. you were both far too eager even bother taking off your underwear. you moaned softly as his slender fingers pushed the fabric to the side, grazing your wet lips.

he gasped, looking up at you with wide eyes. "you're so wet."

chuckling, you ground against his lingering fingers, moaning soft at the sparks of pleasure that followed. "mm, all because of you, baby." he blushed deeply, biting his lip to contain a wide smile. he hadn't realized he was affecting you just as much as you were affecting him.

he took you off guard as he slid his fingers against you, lightly pressing against your core, applying pressure to your sensitive clit. you jerked, legs quivering beneath the weight of your body. "easy, I'm not trying to come before I even get to feel you inside of me. I've waited too long for this."

in one swift motion, you sunk down on his erect cock. you gasped as he moaned in shock, both of you taken off guard by just how good it felt. you hadn't expected that much of a stretch, his dick filling you flawlessly. he hadn't expected you to be that tight, squeezing and clenching around him. he thought he was overwhelmed before, but this was an entirely different ball game. hehe, literally.

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Jungkook choked, hands searching hopelessly for something to grab onto but unable to decide what he wanted to hold onto.

you chuckled breathlessly between soft moans, rolling your hips in slow figure eights. "God's got nothing to do with this, baby." You gripped at his muscular shoulders for support as you rode his dick.

truth is, he felt a thousand times better than you thought he would. he wasn't massive, but he was the perfect size for you, just thick enough to stretch you out without causing any real pain and long enough to reach that perfect, sensitive little spot inside of you with ease.

"fuck you feel so good," you groaned, throwing you head back as you sped up your pace, bouncing with renewed stamina.

Jungkook keened, feeling already himself teetering on that edge. but he didn't want to finish, he didn't want it to end. the feelings, the sensations you were giving him were unlike anything he'd ever faced before.

"y/n— I think I might–" he began to warn you, but his words got lost in gasping moans and hopeless whines. you got the message though, especially at the feeling of him throbbing and twitching inside of you.

"then I'm going to need you to touch me, baby," you guided his wrist to your aching pussy, moaning loudly when his fingers made contact with your swollen clit, "f–fuck right the–there."

he whimpered, wanting to please you just as much as you were pleasing him. "how?" he asked desperately, hips reflexively jumping as you clenched around him.

with your hand laid over top of his, you were able to lead his long middle finger in drawing small circles, until he was doing it all on his own. "oh shit, yeah– yeah, just like that... just like that." he couldn't hide the smile that grew at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth gaping in silent moans as his touches worked you closer and closer to your undoing.

but you wiped that smile off his face when your hands landed back on his chest, brushing his nipples and making his back arch upwards. you tested it again, this time with gentle pinches that had him crying out in euphoria, bucking into you hard.

"oh? you like that? you like getting your nipples played with? how cute." you managed, tweaking his hardened buds with a sadistic smirk. he sobbed, tears of pleasure rushing from his eyes. it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back. but he refused to come before you.

forcing his mind out of the euphoric haze, he put his hands and hips to work, drilling into you with every ounce of strength he had.

he managed to hit your sweet spot with every powerful thrust. and before you knew it, you were coming faster than you'd ever come before, vision filling with blinding stars, body going rigid above his and trembling uncontrollably. your walls constructed around him as you came with the most mind numbing orgasm you'd ever experienced, and that was just enough encouragement to have him exploding inside of you with a loud cry.

"fuck– fuck, y/n, fuck," he moaned, riding out his high with hard, sloppy thrust. you could only manage a weak whimper from oversensitivity, slumping on top of him, completely and utterly spent.

you laid them for at least five minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath and collect the wits that had just seemed to implode.

unexpectedly, you let out a bellowing laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lazily looped around your back. "shit, Jeon. didn't know you had it in you," you giggled airily, kissing his shoulders in a surprisingly tender gesture.

he smiled, giggling along with you. "you brought it out of me."

"oh, I'm flattered, gorgeous," you cooed playfully, plastering kisses across his cheeks. he lightly swatted you away, squirming as you tickled at his sides.

with a soft sigh, you pushed yourself off of him. he watched in confusion as you grabbed his clothes off the floor, handing them to him. you chuckled when you saw the worried look on his face, leaning down to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. "as much as I enjoy cuddling after a good fuck, you should probably ditch before my parents get home. they’re not always so welcoming to strangers."

his shoulders relaxed, realizing you weren't just going to kick him to the curb after giving him the best afternoon of his life.

"understandable," he swiftly tugged on his shirt, followed by his pants and messily stuffed book bag. he turned back to you with a hopeful glimmer in his dark eyes, and a shy blush coating his cheeks. it was amazing that he was still so bashful after having just fucked your brains out.

"you'll... you'll text me... right?"

you laughed softly, cupping his jaw and drawing him into one last kiss. "how could I not?"

he grinned giddily, pecking your lips in his excitement. "okay! okay, good!" He coughed quickly, trying to cap his happiness, "I mean— cool, cool. very cool. I'll see you tomorrow. have a good— uh, night!"

you shook your head with a soft smile as he darted out the front door, closing it gently behind him.

"I might just have to keep you around, Jeon."

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Lovely Boys [Chapter Two]

Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first.

Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term, there’s some stuff that could be considered dubious consent (none of it is sexual)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit

Written by: Virgil & Claire

Edited by: Virgil

A/N: This will probably be a four parter, if not a three. Hope you enjoy. Oh, also! Last time, the read more didn’t work the first time, so if there’s no read more, please let me know so I can fix it. ~Virgil

Part One

The next morning, Remus had no desire to get up for class, instead snuggling deeper into Logan’s arms and burying his face in Logan’s chest.

Nuzzling lightly, Logan yawned and stretched. "Mmm… Morning, pet…"

Remus giggled sleepily. “Morning, sir.”

"What time is it? When do you have classes?" Petting Remus gently, he rubbed behind his ears.

Remus melted into his touch and patted around for his phone. “Mm… Half an hour ago. It’s 8:30.”

Tisking softly, he sighed. "You should have woken me, I would have assisted you in getting ready…. your education is important, my dear. However, one missed class is alright every once in a while, I suppose. Kiss?"

Remus resisted the urge to admit that he hadn’t gone to that particular class all semester. He kissed Logan softly, resting a hand on the side of his face. Humming into the kiss, Logan nipped Remus' lips lightly for entrance. Remus immediately let his mouth fall open with a hitch of breath.

Stroking down his back, Logan kissed deeper, twining their tongues as he tugged him close by his ass. "Mmm~" Remus’ hips bucked against Logan’s, and he pressed closer, ignoring his stomach growling. Slowly pulling back, Logan grinned. "Food first, dear~"

“Yes, sir,” he said with a pout, and followed Logan into the kitchen.

Stroking Remus' ass, he chuckled. "After, this is all mine, sweetness~ "

Helping to make food, Logan started the coffee. "I would like to know your schedule so that I may assist you in getting to class, studying…"

Remus stiffened a little. “Okay. It’s on my desk, if you want to look at it.”

Stroking his cheek, he kissed him softly. "I promise it's only to assist you and not distract you when you should be learning, dear one."

He smiled. “I know.”

Picking up the paper, he hummed. "What worries you then, dear? How may I assist?"

“I’m good!” He took down three plates and started piling them with food. “Nothing’s the matter.”

Humming, he sat at the table, taking a picture of the schedule and stealing a stroke to his hip. "Very well…. come sit? It looks wonderful!"

Remus blushed. “Thanks…” He sat in the chair next to Logan.

Grinning, he slid a little closer so Remus can lean if he wants, taking a bite. "Mmm, delicious~!"

Remus stole a quick kiss, and busied himself with eating. He couldn’t wait to tell Janus… A boy actually liked him.

Smiling, Logan rested a hand on Remus' thigh as they ate. He's so adorable… How the heck has nobody scooped him up?!

Remus found himself starting to babble as they ate, mind wandering into anything and everything on his mind, most of it gravitating to the plots of his favourite horror movies and comics. Humming, Logan tried to keep up, steering commentary to keep Remus in the present, making sure he's eating and drinking.

Janus hummed as he came in and headed for the coffee maker. "Skipping again, Rem? Why didn't you drop that class?"

Remus stiffened. He kept his gaze away from Logan. “Can’t,” he managed. “Gen-Ed.��

Logan sighed and cupped his face. "Do you need help with it, or is it the time that it's offered? We can talk to the professor, dear."

“It’s not a big deal,” he insisted, secretly pissed at Janus for giving it away. “Jan-Jan, guess what? Logan asked me to be his boyfriend!”

Smiling softly as Janus nearly choked on his coffee, Logan encouraged Remus into his lap. "Indeed… And my dear one has agreed to give me that honor~!"

Remus crawled into Logan’s lap with a bright grin, missing the way Janus’ face crumples. “Isn’t that so great? I have a boyfriend!”

"You do indeed, my sweet boy! And a lovely friend who is happy for you, yes?" Curling around Remus, he petted his hair.

Janus choked out a sound that could be agreement. "That, that's great…. Are you moving, or…?"

Remus frowned. “I didn’t think about that.” He looked to Logan. “Did you want me to?”

Stroking his cheek, he considered. "I wouldn't want to uproot you… We can consider it for the future?"

He nodded. “When are you going to get a boyfriend, Jan-Jan? Ever going to go out with one of the boys on the debate team?” Remus witnessed plenty of boys give Janus their numbers or invite him to hang out. It was beyond Remus why Janus never accepted.

Chuckling, Logan hummed. "I think he has his eyes on someone other than the team, dear one…"

Remus pouted. “Why don’t I know about this? Who is he?!”

Logan chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. "Well, has he flirted with anyone? Acted super caring, carried things…"

Janus flushed. Oh, shut up! Just because I turned you down… Logan, you bitch!

Remus shrugged, looking lost. “I’ve never actually seen him hang out with anyone but me.”

Smiling, Logan hummed. "And why can't he have a crush on you, baby? You're adorable!"

His eyes widened. “What?” He laughed nervously. “No, that’s not… What?”

Winking at Janus, he chuckled and kissed Remus gently. "Mmm, but let's let him figure that out, yes? That's a personal thing…"

Remus ducked his head with a bright blush. The thought of Janus returning his feelings… Gave Remus some thoughts that probably wouldn’t make Logan too happy.

Kissing his ear, Logan smiled, whispering, "I was one of the ones that offered my number… I'd be okay with making him our third, pet~"

Remus buried his face in Logan’s neck and blushed bright red. “He doesn’t want that,” he mumbled. “I’m just his friend.”

Rolling his eyes at Janus, Logan sighed. "If you say so, baby… Just eat up, hmm?"

Remus finished eating quickly, getting syrup and butter all over his mouth and chin. “Janny, how many classes do you have today? Do you wanna go somewhere?”

Janus sighed as he passed over a cloth. "I have two… At 10 and 2. Perhaps a movie after dinner again?"

Logan chuckled, cleaning Remus' face. "I have a class at 1 and 4… We can do lunch if you want Janus for the evening?"

He smiled. “Okay! That sounds good.”

Kissing Remus deeply, Logan grinned. "So sweet, baby~"

Heading out, Janus sighed. "Don't have too much fun then, Remus…"

Remus blushed and glanced at Logan out of the side of his vision.

Logan laughed as he cuddled Remus. "Mmm, I promise to leave the common areas in one piece~"

“Are we going again?” Remus asked.

Stroking Remus' hips, Logan hums. "Do you want to, little one, or just cuddle and kiss and see where it goes?"

Remus whined a little bit and cuddled into him. “I want whatever you want.”

"Want to be mine in whatever way you can get, hmm~?" Lifting under Remus' ass, he stroked, taking them back to the bedroom as he claimed his lips again. Remus whimpered against his mouth and pulled him closer, squirming. Logan chuckled and laid Remus on his back to stroke over his body proudly. "So gorgeous~!"

Remus grinned and laid his arms out, opening himself up to Logan.

Helping him position himself, he grinned. "Hands over your head, crossed like so… And legs open. Show me your submission~" Remus’ pants tented as he obeyed, his skin tingling. "That's a good boy!" Kissing at Remus' chest, he grinned. "Mmm, tempted to get you a collar, my slut… Show everyone you're claimed!"

Remus moaned softly, hips bucking. “You would?”

Stroking the straining cock, he nodded. "I would… If you want it discrete it could just say daddy's little slut~"

Remus moaned louder and thrusted into his touch. “Ah, yes- Yes, please! Please!”

Stroking, Logan grinned, helping Remus out of his clothes and testing the stretch of his hole. "Mmm, my good little cock slut~!"

Remus whined and spread his legs. “Nng, master, please!”

Logan slid a pillow under him and carefully eased the plug out. "Mmm, master's clean, should we make a mess of you, my boy~?"

Remus clenched and nodded. It probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but he didn’t think about that. “Yes— Please!”

Petting the fluttering hole, he thought as he searched for a condom. "Next time… Need to see your test results too, baby… We'll go together, so you can see I’m telling the truth, too."

He whined. “Master, please…!”

Sliding the condom on, he shushed him as he teased his hole. "Shhh… You're still getting master's cock, baby~ !"

Remus gripped Logan’s hands as Logan pressed inside. Remus thrust back into him with a whimper. “Nng… Master…”

Kissing him deeply, Logan groaned as he slowly fucked him. "Mine~ So good for me, my pretty slut~!"

“Ah, yes, yours!” Remus pulled him closer. “Harder, harder please?”

Lifting Remus’ legs over his elbows, he grinned, taking Remus harder and faster. "So eager to be unable to walk again, pet~?"”

Remus had class later. He definitely was not going.

“Yes, yes, please!” Remus gasped and came with a whine, gripping onto Logan.

Lifting easily, Logan growled, pounding Remus until the bed rocked under them, biting at his lips. "Good~! Cum as much as you want, pet…. clench hard~!"

Remus whimpered and gasped, clenching and spreading his legs. “Master— Master, please!”

Moaning out, Logan shivered and came hard into the condom, taking the chapped lips for another deep kiss. Remus came a second time, a little smaller, and whined into his mouth.

Sliding back a little, he hummed, stroking Remus through the high. "Such a good pet… " Remus clung to him with teary eyes, grinning. Kissing under his eyes, he smiled as he pulled out. "How do you feel, sweet one?"

“Good,” he panted. “Really good.”

Logan disposed of the condoms and stole more kisses as he wrapped Remus around him and pressed him into the bed. "Lovely… I'm glad~ "

Remus sighed happily and cuddled into him, yawning.

Petting him softly, Logan smiled. "That's a good boy…. so precious…"

Remus kissed his jaw softly. “I’m glad you’re here. I like being with you.”

"You like being touched, cared for… Not so much the schooling?" Logan guessed.

He blushed and settled back against Logan’s chest with a little nod. “My parents wanted me to go to college. They didn’t care what for, just as long as I’m here.”

"Ah… and what do you really want to do, baby? No wrong answers, just dream…"

He shrugged. “I don’t really know. I just like being right here. With you.”

Chuckling, Logan nodded. "Mmm, well you've got a boyfriend, give it to the end of the semester, try for me?"

Remus nodded a little. “Yeah… Okay.”

"Just want you to have the best you can, dear one… That might be a stay at home boyfriend, or something that doesn't take school, or you may find something you really want to study… But make the most of this semester, don't give up?" Petting his face, he cuddled Remus, giving him soft kisses.

Remus didn’t answer, just kissed him back softly. He could be happy laying here until he starved to death.

Humming, Logan petted him. "Mmm, you're so content when you're submitting… Wishing you could just hand your life over and be someone's toy, pet?" Remus hated to admit it, but that was exactly what he wanted. He nodded slowly. "Oh baby…" Stroking his cheek, he hummed as he thought. "We could try that if you want? I have a solo apartment… "

Remus’ heart jolted in excitement, but he hesitated. “But then… Jan-Jan would have to find a new roommate. He can’t afford the rent by himself.”

Logan bit his lip, nodding. "How about you live here, but instead of class you come to my apartment, I can leave you lists of tasks, play with you… It would be like a job, but your job is being my pet?"

“I would love that!” He deflated again. “But… My parents would be mad if I’m not in school.”

Logan stroked the thin cheek. "Do they get reports on your schooling, pet?" Remus nodded meekly. Nuzzling lightly, he sighed. "Tell me more? That doesn't sound like a nice thing to do…."

He shrugged. “They just want to keep me on track. It’s not a big deal.”

"My parents just give me a call once a week… And what track? Their plan for you, or encouraging you in what makes you happy, baby?"

“They don’t really care either way. They just… Want me to be successful. To be, uh… Presentable.”

"Presentable? Darling one…" Cuddling him to his chest, Logan sighed. "I should just take you to one of my parents' parties… Is being arm candy at a high society party presentable enough?"

Remus’ eyebrows raised. “Probably!”

Snickering, Logan nodded, raising Remus' hand for a soft kiss. "I should reintroduce myself then… Logan Taylor, next CEO of Taylor Pharmaceuticals…"

Remus squealed a little and threw himself at Logan. “I should tell my parents!” He gushed. “They’ll be so proud!”

Catching him easily, he laughed. "Or, you could tell them you're moving in with an independently wealthy boyfriend and watch them lose their minds~?"

“That sounds fun, too! I’ll do both!” He giggled and held onto Logan tightly. “You want me to move in with you? I have to tell Janus!” All concerns of leaving Janus alone wiped from his mind in his excitement.

"I do indeed… I can pay the rest of this year's rent for him as if you were here, that way he doesn't have to worry." Nuzzling, he cuddled the excited boy in his arms.

He nodded. “Okay! I gotta- I gotta pack!” He squealed and jumped up, running for his closet.

Leaning back, he smiled softly as he watched. "Mmm, anything you want to replace, we can trash on our way to my car, sugar… Want to get a collar on our way to my apartment~?"

“Yes!” He squealed from inside the closet. “Yes, please!”

Checking the time, he chuckled softly, then got up to help Remus pack. "Janus should be back soon…"

“Yeah! And then I get to tell him!” Remus gathered up his sketchbooks and dumped them into his open luggage, and threw his dirty laundry on top.

"Very true…" Following after to gently arrange things to fit better, he smiled, mentally adding a trip to the art store to his list.

Remus packed in record speed, and dragged his luggage out of his room.

Giving his ass a squeeze, Logan smiled. "Got it all, baby boy?"

He giggled and covered his face to hide his blush. “Yes, sir!”

"I'll take these to the car, you double check your room and the bathroom, slut~!"

“Yes, sir!” He kissed Logan quickly, and dashed back to his room.

Taking the bags down, he loaded his car slowly, watching for Janus. His car pulled into the parking lot a moment later, a shitty little pickup truck that looked at least ten years old. He stepped out, and froze as he saw Logan, and the luggages.

Waving him over, Logan sighed. "Can we talk a moment, Janus?"

Janus straightened up and steeled himself as he walked over. “I assume he’s made his decision? You’re taking him?”

Humming, he nodded. "He has… He told me about his parents, how unhappy he is at school and I offered him an out. However, I can't leave you hanging. I'm offering to pay his share as if he were still here, and you're always a welcome guest at my apartment. In addition, if Remus' parents make things difficult for you, I can get you a better place to stay in my same building if you wish?"

Janus glared and looked away, throwing up the anger to hide his heartbreak. “I don’t need anything from you,” he growled. “Just take him and go.”

He stomped back towards his truck, hands shaking.

"Janus! Wait! At least say your goodbyes… He's inside." Frowning, he sighed. "I'm not trying to take him, just keep him safe…"

“Right. Because he could never be safe with someone like me.” Janus unlocked the truck and jumped inside. “Don’t pity me, Logan. Just get it over with. If you’re going to take him, at least be honest about it.”

"I don't want to take him from you, I want to take you both away from here! Damnit, Janus…" Hand reaching to stop the door from shutting, he panted, "Why can't you see it's not a competition… Why didn't you call me back?!"

Janus grit his teeth. “Because I wanted Remus.”

Hand sliding down, Logan’s heart broke just a little. "O-oh… But, you had him… you have him, and you didn't… He told me that I was the first to want him for more than one night?"

“Like you said,” he mumbled, eyes on the peeling steering wheel, “I didn’t want to take advantage of him. I was waiting for him to come to me. And don’t…” He sighed. “Don’t take that personally. It’s nothing on you. I just- I wanted Remus. I was waiting for him.”

"Then don't leave,” Logan insisted. “He's as dense as a brick, but he cares for you. I'll get him away from his parents, because he doesn't need that abuse… However, you can't leave. He needs you! Put on your big boy pants and show him that you care!"

Janus raised his hands a bit and dropped them. “What do you want from me? He chose you.”

Leaning in, he took Janus' chin. "You don't know~? Think…" How could they both be so stupid?

Janus’ eyes flicked down, and back up. “You weren’t serious?”

Sighing, he stroked his pale cheek. "I tell no falsehoods… But, I understand, it's usually one partner. You didn't even believe me when I told you who I was, said that there was no way I would be at this small school." Stepping back, he sighed, going to turn away.

Janus’ hands trembled. “You meant it?” He choked out.

"Yes, why?" Logan raised an eyebrow, wondering which part he referred to.

Janus looked… Lost. “How could you have Remus all to yourself, and still want me?”

Logan’s voice softened, reaching out. "Janus, come here?" Janus stayed frozen in his truck, keys floating beside the ignition. Logan thought for a moment, before making his voice deeper, ordering, "Janus. Come to me, dear…. Now~"

Janus swallowed. He stepped out of the truck and stopped in front of him.

Smiling, he took Janus' hands and squeezed comfortingly. "Thank you, Janus… Now, I want to repeat: I want you. I have since our first debate. I also want Remus, since I first ran into him, he just called to me… I want you both, together."

Janus wet his lips. His hands were sweaty. “Does Remus want that?”

"He didn't say one way or the other… But he didn't react when I said I was polyam." Raising a hand, he kissed Janus' palm. "Do you want to try?"

Janus did. He desperately wanted to. Nothing sounded better than having Logan and Remus in his arms, in his bed.

“Would that make him happy?”

"Would it make you happy, dear? You said that you wanted him… Am I in that picture at all?" He frowned softly. "Am I just a way to Remus?"

Janus hesitated, and shook his head. “I want you, too,” he admitted in a whisper.

Perking up, he smiled. "You- You do? Really?"

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Yeah.”

"Oh! Kiss me then, hmm?" Stepping in, he smiled softly. "I've always wanted to kiss you~ "

Janus covered Logan’s mouth. “Remus’ permission first.”

Pouting, he nodded with a blush. "That's fair… Sorry, I got carried away."

“It’s fine,” he mumbled and locked his truck. “Let’s just get back to him. I’ll let you do the talking.”

"Okay… He's likely worrying. Please, may I give you money so you can make rent, dear?" Watching over him, he frowned at the state of his vehicle.

“I have the money,” Janus snapped. He gripped Logan’s hand and dragged him towards the apartment complex entrance. “I don’t need yours.”

Squeezing his hand, he hummed. "I know you have money, I just feel, uh, wrong, taking Remus and not helping with his portion of the rent?"

Janus swallowed. He hadn’t realized when Logan invited him into their relationship, it didn’t extend to his home as well. “I don’t need your help.”

Sighing, his shoulders dropped. "Would you accept an offer of moving in as well? Please? I know money and things aren't the best tokens to offer in a relationship, but… consider it?" I need you to be safe and close… I didn't start with my home because I thought you'd never accept… Please, please, Janus.

Janus looked at Logan through the side of his eye. “My lease ends next month.”

Smiling, he perked up. "Is that a yes?!"

Janus hid a smile. “It’s a maybe.”

Hugging him softly, he smiled. "At least come by? You promised Rem a movie night… I'll make popcorn?"

“If he doesn’t reject me and end our friendship, yes, I’ll come over tonight.”

"Perfect." Tugging him inside, he smiled wide. "Remus… Look who I found, baby?"

Remus, sitting at the kitchen table with his face crumpled in worry, brightened up and shot to his feet. “Jan-Jan!” He threw himself into Janus’ arms, squeezing him tightly. “You guys are both late.”

"Sorry, love… I had a few questions for him.." Smiling lightly, he watched them interact for a moment.

Janus hugged Remus tightly, only pulling away when he did. “Is everything okay?” Remus asks with a worried frown. “Did you tell him? Is he upset?” He took a small step back, eyes flitting between the two nervously.

"He was a little, but I explained and I believe things are settled for now. How would you feel about maybe Janus moving in with us when your lease is up next month, baby?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he smiled.

Confusion flashed across his face. “I mean… I would love that, but…” He looked at Janus with a frown. “Wouldn’t you feel like a third wheel?”

"About that… We also discussed something about our relationship. I am polyamourous…. Do you know what that means?" Reaching out, he offered a hand to Janus in support.

Remus frowned, not noticing Janus and Logan lacing fingers. “I’m not a baby.”

"I know you aren't… But I had to ask. What would you think about Janus joining our relationship, dear one? He has admitted to having feelings for you…" Blushing, he hummed. "... I wouldn't mind sharing him with you~!"

Remus’ face flushed bright red. “Logan, we talked about this-” He froze as Logan’s words caught up with him. “He what?”

Janus cleared his throat and looked away. “I don’t know how you could have missed it all this time, but… Yes. I… I want you.”

Gently pushing Remus closer to Janus, he smiled. "Well… What do you think, baby? Upgrade to two boyfriends~?"

Remus held his hands close to his chest, trying not to bounce in excitement. “You like me?” He asked Janus.

Janus sighed and took his hands. “Remus. Yes. You moron.” He leaned in and kissed Remus’ forehead, who dissolved into helpless giggles.

Chuckling, Logan grinned. "So cute… Give him a fucking kiss, J…"

Janus nuzzled into the side of Remus’ face, who giggled with tears in his eyes. “Can I?” Janus murmured, and he nodded frantically.

Janus kissed Remus softly, breathing in and tangling his fingers in Remus’ oily hair. Smiling softly, Logan leaned on the doorframe, watching them finally figure it out. He pulled out his phone and took a picture.

Remus pulled away when he felt like he was going to explode, burying his face in Janus’ neck. Janus held him tentatively, his face dazed.

"So, how do you feel, my dears…" Coming over, he stroked them both, playing with their hair.

“I feel like if you try to take him away from me now, I’ll commit murder,” Janus snapped. Remus giggled and nuzzled into him, not showing any sign of letting go soon. His face was the image of pure bliss- Two boys who wanted him indefinitely, two.

Laughing, Logan shook his head. "Nah, he's all comfy, but can I have a kiss from you, J~?"

Janus blushed. “I supposed you’ve waited long enough. Come get it.”

Leaning in with a grin, Logan stroked Janus' cheek, kissing him deeply. Janus hummed and kissed him back, eyes lidded.

Remus bounced in excitement. “Can we go now? I want to have our movie night!”

Slowly pulling back, he smiled softly. "Coming with us, J~? "

Remus gripped his hand. “You’re coming, right? Please?”

Janus blushed and kissed Remus’ forehead. “Of course.”

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peaceoutofthepieces · 4 years

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chapter 20.5

When I Live My Dream (Please Be There To Meet Me)

To go with chapter 20!! It took longer than expected and got longer than expected and I should be asleep already but it’s done!!! It’s again not at all entirely necessary to read, but it probably will explain some things! And also it’s sweet. It’s really a Sobbe piece, but the amount of subtle Van Der Stoffels turns out to be very unsubtle. So!!! Enjoy!! (I promise I will add a ‘keep reading’ break to all of these tomorrow!)

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Robbe is waiting for Sander. It’s become a very familiar occurrence. Only this time he’s at the skatepark, sitting in a cluster with his friends against one of the surrounding walls. Moyo and Aaron are goofing off at the side, being loud and obnoxious and overall nuisances. Robbe rolls his eyes fondly and switches his gaze to the other two members of their party. They’re watching something on Jens’s phone, Lucas slumped against Jens’s side and giggling as Jens shakes his head, and Robbe realises they’re watching his prank on Jens last April. He can vaguely hear Jens’s coughing through the tiny speakers and Lucas laughs fully, bringing his hand to his mouth to quiet it. Jens digs his elbow into his side but there’s a tiny smile on his lips even as he catches Robbe’s gaze and flips him off. Robbe gives him a cheeky grin and winks and Lucas notices the interaction, giving Robbe a mini round of applause.

“Have you heard anything from Sander?” Jens asks, nodding at the phone being crushed in Robbe’s grip. “When did he say he’d be here?”

“Uhm,” Robbe glances at his phone. With a sigh, he admits, “Now.”

Lucas tilts his head. “What does he look like, again?”

“Uh, bleached hair. Little taller than me—“

“—leather jacket, camera around his neck, looks way too cool to interact with any of us?” Lucas finishes, raising a brow. When Robbe only blinks at him, he nods at something over Robbe’s shoulder.

Robbe whips around, and there he is. In all his leather, artsy glory. He smiles when he meets Robbe’s eyes, and Robbe picks himself up to go meet him where he stands, still a good few feet away.

He greets him with a quick, light kiss, and Sander’s hesitant response leads him to the obvious realisation, now that they’re up close. Sander’s nervous. Robbe locks his arms around his neck and shoots him a smile that he hopes appears comforting. “You can still turn around and run, if you want to,” he reminds him.

Sander huffs, glancing briefly over Robbe’s shoulder, but he shakes his head. He gives Robbe another kiss, this one lingering, toe-curling, and Robbe’s clinging to him even when he pulls away, hands fisted in his jacket as Sander’s hand skims over his back. “No, I’m okay. Besides you’ll be there to protect me, right?”

Robbe smiles, leaning in close once more. “Always,” he promises, and steals one last peck. Then he takes Sander’s hand and tugs him along with a reassuring, “Come.”

Jens stands hastily when he sees them walking over, hitting Moyo’s back until those two join him, and Lucas bites back a smile and rises with much more dignity and grace. Sander squeezes Robbe’s hand tightly. Robbe squeezes back. The boys are simply standing there, eager grins on their faces. Robbe feels like he shouldn’t really have to introduce them, that really it just makes the situation more awkward, and they all already know each other. Still, he finds himself saying, “Sander, this is Jens, Lucas, Moyo, and Aaron.” He indicates each boy in turn and then finishes, “Guys, this is Sander.”

“Jack Frost,” Moyo finally greets excitedly, performing an easy ‘bro hug’, and the tension is broken. Jens follows his lead and gives Sander an extra pat on the shoulder when he moves away. Lucas settles on a fist bump, but his friendly smile is turned up to full watts for the blonde and Sander returns it easily, seeming grateful. He turns to Aaron, who’s only watching him with awed interest. Robbe holds his breath and waits for it to unfold.

“You’re Robbe’s boyfriend?” Aaron asks, oblivious to Jens’s amusement and Moyo’s incredulous stare. Sander’s shoulders straighten almost imperceptibly, but Robbe is in tune to his every breath. He can’t help but find the whole thing ridiculous.

Sander looks a little uncertain, but his voice is sure when he says, “Yes.” Robbe thinks he even detects a little pride. He can’t help the smile that takes over even as the moment drags on, the group’s eyes flicking between the two in anticipation. Then, Aaron pulls Sander into a hug.

Sander immediately looks to Robbe, widening his eyes, and Robbe’s lips tremble in his effort to hold back a laugh. He fails when Aaron pulls back just to say, “I’m a big fan,” with a final pat to Sander’s back.

Jens and Lucas are slightly better at stifling their laughter and Moyo only grows more incredulous, shaking his head as he says, “Man,” with all the disappointment of a wronged father. But Sander only laughs, replying with a hesitant, “Thanks?”

Robbe can’t help sliding his arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Sander smiles brilliantly at him and completely ignores Moyo’s dramatic coos. Robbe, however, is more than happy to flip him off. “Don’t you have to start filming for the vlog?”

Moyo puts on a look of offense, but pushes Aaron towards some of the ramps. “Yeah, yeah, come on.”

Jens and Lucas settle back down in their previous spots and Robbe pulls Sander down with him. Sander settles back against the wall and catches Robbe before he can sit next to him, pulling him to sit between his legs instead. Robbe falls against his chest happily, smiling when a kiss is dropped on top of his head, hugging Sander’s arms around him. Jens tilts his head and then shakes it, disbelieving. “You’re such a lucky asshole. I still don’t understand how you did this.”

Robbe shrugs, feeling more than a little smug. He shakes with Sander’s quiet laughter, and he twists his head around searchingly. Sander gives him a short kiss and Robbe melts, sinking lower in Sander’s hold and kissing the hands now clasped at his chest. He doesn’t even notice Jens’s phone pointed at them until he’s blinking after the flash, raising his brows. Jens shakes his phone at him. “For future teasing material.”

Robbe whines when Sander sits up straighter. “Can you send it to me?”

“Of course man,” Jens grins at him, seeming satisfied, and something settles into place in Robbe’s chest. This is what he’s been hoping for. The effortless melding of these two worlds, of everything finally connecting. Jens is his best friend and the first person he ever really felt like he loved with every part of his heart, without any underlying hurt or resentment. Even when he’d had feelings he knew went unreturned, he couldn’t blame Jens. Loving him didn’t hurt the way loving his parents did, and it was way beyond his care for Jana or Moyo or anyone else.

The only other person he loves as wholeheartedly and unconditionally as Sander. He’s not one bit surprised at the warmth blooming in his chest as he’s able to witness the two of them together, the easy interaction between them. Sander rests his chin on his head and a smile breaks across his face, the happiness filling him beginning to overflow.

Jens starts questioning him on his art and photography while Lucas just smiles at them softly, seeming almost as content as Robbe. He’s another thing that has simply slotted into place, a Broerrr they had never realised they were missing until they had him. He catches Robbe’s gaze just as Jens begins giving Sander the shovel talk, and rolls his eyes. Robbe mimics the motion, smile only widening.

Still, he chastises, “Jens,” with as much exasperation as he can muster and his best friend turns to look at him.

“What? You know this is my job,” Jens says, completely serious. “Now, I’m gonna assume you’re being safe—“

Before Robbe can jump over and cut him off, Lucas is already slapping a hand over his mouth, with all the casual air of a wave. Jens shuts up immediately, blinking, and Lucas gives Sander another of his sweet smiles. “Ignore him. I always do. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.”

He pulls his hand away abruptly as his face distorts in disgust. Robbe assumes from that and Jens’s smug smile that Jens licked him, and he can’t help the laugh that escapes. Sander manages to keep his to a quiet huff of breath. “Fuck you,” Lucas laughs, wiping his hand on Jens’s cheek. Jens only blows him a sarcastic kiss.

Sander’s laugh comes out fully, now, and Jens and Lucas turn their gazes to him in awe. Robbe completely understands. Still, it’s not often he gets to tease them back, so with another laugh of his own he knocks Jens’s foot. “You okay there Jens?”

Jens licks his lips, collecting himself before saying, “I knew you were, you know, from online and the fact Robbe never shuts up about it, but up close…” He trails off and Lucas just nods rapidly, still staring, and Sander’s arms tighten around Robbe.

“What?” he asks, a little nervous, a little self-conscious, and God, Robbe is in love with him.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, explaining it for them, then leaning up to kiss Sander’s chin. “I did tell you.”

The blush that takes over Sander’s cheeks is lovely.

That’s when Moyo and Aaron come bounding back over, Moyo smiling briefly at Robbe and Sander’s display before focusing on Jens and Lucas. “You bitches still think you’re up for doing this thing?”

Jens and Lucas share a glance before Jens nods, slightly reluctant, and Robbe feels for them. Sander asks, “What are you doing?”

Jens nods at the rest of the park. “We’re going to try to do a trick at the same time. They’ve been making us practice all week.”

Sander pokes him. “Not you?”

“Lucas is better than me at it,” Robbe says simply. “I’m just doing solo stuff.”

Sander smiles. “So I’ll still get to take pictures of you.” Robbe rolls his eyes but nods, accepting one kiss and stealing another.

Moyo crouches down and starts slapping Robbe’s knee. “Sander could be our behind the scenes Broerrr! Oh man, today could be his initiation!”

“Look at his face. You think that belongs behind the scenes?” Jens points out, like Moyo was stupid for even suggesting it.

Moyo glances over at him. “I’m thinking of his talent, man. Don’t relegate our baby Sander to just his looks. I know you’re more than that,” he tells Sander seriously. Jens flips him off and blows Sander a kiss.

“A skatepark seems like a bad place for initiation. I don’t recommend it,” Lucas warns.

“Nah he’s just gonna be our behind the scenes man for the day. See if he’s up to it,” Moyo explains.

Lucas’s draw drops. “Then why the fuck did I have to be scared to within an inch of my life?”

Moyo snorts. “It could’ve been worse. We could’ve used a real spider.”

“Spiders are worse than death,” Sander says gravely. Lucas fist bumps him, seeming grateful for the show of solidarity.

“I didn’t let them. I would never,” Jens reassures Lucas, patting his cheek. Lucas bats him away, sticking his tongue out.

“But basically you weren’t dating any of us or cooler than all of us combined. Sander is a special case,” Moyo adds.

“No,” Sander pipes up. “That doesn’t seem fair. Whatever initiation you want to set for me, I’m up for it.”

Moyo looks at him like he just grew to love him ten times more. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, obviously trying and failing to find an idea. Surprisingly, it’s Aaron who butts in. “Why doesn’t Robbe teach him how to skate?” Then, “You don’t already know how, do you?”

Sander shakes his head as Moyo’s eyes light up. “That could work,” Jens agrees. “If he can do any kind of flick by the end of the day, initiation passed. We all know Robbe won’t let anything harm a single hair on that pretty head, so it’ll be safe enough.”

“Is that possible? To learn it in a few hours?” Sander questions, dubious.

Robbe tilts his head back to look at him. “Are you doubting your teacher?” When Sander only blinks at him, he lowers his voice to add, “Probably not, but it doesn’t matter. If you manage to move like two feet they’ll applaud you for days.” Sander huffs a tiny laugh and nods his acceptance.

Lucas crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “Unbelievable,” he says, though it’s joking, because he looks at Sander with just as much awe as the rest of them. Except probably Robbe.

“Don’t worry,” Robbe reassures him. “You’ll be the victim of many more pranks to come.” Lucas kicks his foot, but he’s smiling, and Robbe laughs.

“Yeah we still get pranked like, all the time,” Jens points out. “That’s the price of having friends, sweetheart.” Lucas huffs at him, but the statement is true, so he drops the argument.

“Alright, you guys want to do this now? Or do you need to wait until tomorrow?” Moyo asks them again.

Lucas shakes his head. “I’m going home for the weekend tomorrow. It either has to be today or wait until next week.” Jens doesn’t flinch at the words, obviously already aware, but Robbe is curious. Lucas has told them a little about his friends back home, Kes and Jayden, but beyond that they don’t know much. He thinks Jens might have a little more insight, but he hasn’t pushed yet. No matter how much some of Lucas’s offhand comments remind him of his own situation, once. He wonders if there’s a reason for Lucas going back now, when he hasn’t seemed to visit once since moving here, or if he’s just thinking too much into it.

Moyo claps his hands. “Then today it is.”

“Okay,” Jens sighs. “But we’re doing some warm ups first.”

As they move away, Robbe looks around at Sander. “Do you actually want me to try to teach you?”

Sander smirks. “An excuse to have your hands on me? I don’t know why you think I’d ever say no, Robbe.”

Robbe blushes and hides it by climbing to his feet, pulling Sander up with him with a gentle smile.

It is a little fun, trying to teach Sander with the blonde’s hands on his shoulders and Robbe’s on his waist. They get off to an awful start, Sander barely getting both feet on the board before teetering to the side and slipping off. They laugh at it at the beginning, and then Sander grows serious, brow furrowed in concentration, and Robbe loves him.

“I love you,” he says, so simply, and Sander would fall flat on his face on the concrete if Robbe wasn’t holding onto him. He tumbles off the board and into Robbe’s chest, eyes wide and surprised, and Robbe stares back at him warmly, trying to convey all the honesty of his statement. Sander cups his face and looks at him in wonder, shaking his head slightly.

“I love you too,” he says, just as simply, and the air in Robbe’s lungs rushes out in a gust of relief. “God, I love you so much. For so long,” Sander continues, in amazement, and Robbe pulls him close and kisses him, as giddy as a child.

They continue as normal after that, only with a few extra smiles and an added warmth in Robbe’s chest. His heart has never felt so content, knowing it’s not only safe, but cherished in return. It’s a feeling he never would have let himself crave, about a year ago. Before he came out, before he learned to love himself. Before he met Sander.

Now, though, as he watches Sander roll a few feet on his own with only a minor wobble, he basks in it, feeling happier than he ever remembers being.

It eventually comes time for Jens and Lucas to do their thing, and Robbe and Sander migrate over to watch. Jens is tapping his fingers against his board, the only sign of any nerves. Lucas stands composed, spine straight, but his tongue pokes into his cheek every few seconds. Robbe gives them both what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

“Do you want me to film it the first time, or do you want a practice run?”

“The last time I did something this level, I broke my arm. The least you could do is get it on film,” Lucas says.

Jens jerks his head around to him. “You what?” Then, “I’m not letting you break your arm.”

“Well, I hope not,” Lucas says easily. Jens gives him an unimpressed look. “It’s fine. We’ve been doing it all week. We’ll be fine, yeah?”

As far as Robbe knows, they haven’t actually managed to do what they’re planning, but he decides not to point that out.

Jens acquiesces, and they take their place at the top of one of the ramps, facing each other. They lock their hands together between them and kick off at the same time, racing down the groove and back up the other side, letting go of each other at the last second. Robbe holds his breath as they both spin, Lucas twisting in a 180 degree turn in the same time Jens does a 360, and he only releases it when they both land firmly back on their boards, reconnecting their hands with Jens now at Lucas’s back.

They glide to a stop in the middle of the crevice and Jens throws his arms around Lucas’s shoulders, whooping happily. Moyo screams in glee and the other three join him, Robbe pumping his fist in the air as the two begin to laugh.

Later, they’re sitting at an outside table nearby, Robbe once again tucked against Sander as the others go to throw their trash away and pay for their food. He’s enjoying the comfort of their little bubble, relishing the silence, until Sander interrupts it with, “Jens and Lucas are cute.”

Robbe turns to raise a brow at him. “I did not bring you along to comment on how attractive my friends are.”

Sander laughs quietly, but shakes his head in denial. “No, I mean together.”

“Oh.” Robbe shrugs. “Jens was the first one to befriend him when he moved here. Kinda accidentally, but I guess it worked it.”

“That’s sweet. I didn’t know Jens was into guys though.”

Robbe whips his head up to stare at him. “What? No, they’re not like, together. I didn’t know that was what you meant. What made you think that?”

Sander raises his brows. “Everything? It seems obvious.”

“Well.” Robbe doesn’t even know what to say. “It’s not like that. I’m pretty sure Jens isn’t even over Jana. Moyo said Lucas wasn’t dating any of us, remember?”

“Yeah, but I just assumed it happened since then,” Sander shrugs. “Like, ‘you weren’t dating any of us at the time’. You really never got that feeling?”

Robbe shakes his head, a little helplessly. “They’re friends. I didn’t think of anything beyond that.”

Sander does that eyebrow raise again. “They look at each other the same way we do. Do you really think that’s just friendly?”

Robbe glances over his shoulder, to where Jens and Lucas disappeared inside to pay the bill. He can just see them at the counter, turned slightly towards each other. Jens leans in to say something in Lucas’s ear and Lucas shoves him away, laughing. It doesn’t take them long to gravitate back into each other’s space. Now, Robbe can’t miss the way Jens brushes his hand down Lucas’s arm or the smile on his face, mirrored on Lucas’s own, and something breaks in his brain. The hand Lucas rests on Jens’s chest doesn’t seem at all platonic.

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heartofsnark · 4 years

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This Is Love (Chapter Six):Burnt Offering

Notes: So, given that the last chapter was kind of short, at least by my standards. I decided to go ahead and post the next chapter this month. We're starting to near the point where what I post and where I'm at in writing are meeting up, I have chapter 7 done and am currently about halfway through writing 8, so don't be shocked if we end up with a slowdown in chapters like what's had to happen with my other fic series. It just happens, such is life.

Word Count: 9243

Chapter Warnings: Blood, Domestic Violence, Alcoholism, POV Switches, Talks of the Testicle Festival,

For chapter one and the warnings about this fics overarching themes, please click here!

For the previous chapter; click here!

The cruiser door shuts with a heavy thud, followed by Rook’s boots hitting the asphalt. Staci stifles a laugh, the newest addition to the Sheriff’s Department has a pea sized bladder and a penchant for guzzling energy drinks like an idiot. He’s had to pull into the Golden Valley Gas Station for her to run off to the bathroom, again.

His joints pop and crack as he gets out of the car, taking the chance to stretch his legs. The sun hangs high and bright in the great blue sky, warming his skin as rolls his shoulders to get out the kinks. It’s nearly noon and if he has to be here, he might as well find something to eat, the door of the gas station chiming as he walks in. He looks over the hot food options, garbage mostly, but tasty garbage. Hamburgers, pizza, hot dogs-

“You getting lunch?”

Staci jumps at the sudden question, a voice over his shoulder that he wasn’t ready for catches him off guard. A soft laugh as he turns to look at Rook who’s just scared him, sometimes she’s like a bull in a china shop and other times she’s silent as the grave. He can’t keep up and ends up glaring at the smirking woman. She finds way too much enjoyment in his misery, she’s the probie, he’s supposed to be giving her shit not the other way around.

“Someone needs to put a fuckin’ bell on you, I swear.”

“I thought you could ‘hear me coming a mile away’,” she says trying to imitate his voice when he mocked her earlier.

“That was then, this is now, and right now, you’re a sneaky bitch.”

He can’t resist the chance to wipe that dumb little smirk off her face and grabs her cheek between his fingers, stretching the soft tan skin. A small sharp pain in his wrist when she smacks him away, but it’s more than worth it to see her looking a little less cocky.

“Bite me.” She says and knocks against his side as she grabs a hamburger, nearly throwing him off balance.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Ew.” Rook grimaces at his little attempt at flirting, like an asshole. Then again, with her, she may not realize he was trying to flirt.

He grabs himself one and follows after her to the drinks, he watches her line of vision immediately go to the large sized slushie cups. They’re nearly the size of the short deputy’s head.

“No,” he tells her, voice low with warning, he already has to worry about pulling over for her constantly.

“What?”

“You drink that and you’re gonna be needing twelve more bathroom trips before our shift ends.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You nearly pissed yourself, five minutes ago.”

“I’ll be fine.” Rook rolls her eyes as she fills up the giant cup with blue slush. No matter what he says, he swears she’d break her neck just to do the opposite.

They buy their lunches, if it can even be called that, and leave the gas station. The weather’s too nice to eat in the cruiser, a soft breeze and a clear sky to eat under instead. Staci instead sits on the trunk of the car, balancing his drink on his thigh as he eats. Rook follows his lead, for once since she’s been here, and sits down on the car as well. She pulls one of her legs up onto the car and under her, keeping her drink in hand.

It’s quiet as they eat, but unlike the awkward still of when they first started patrolling together, this silence is surprisingly pleasant. Staci has never liked quiet, making those first patrols painful to sit through, but their time spent in silence has grown more bearable with every shift.

Rook is weird, but not bad; he’s decided. She’s quiet and serious, especially so at the start. But, she never misses a chance to talk back or give him hell, which might be his own fault. She’s dedicated to the job and never seems to shy away from what it entails, only ever seeming bothered by the work when she was stuck pushing papers. Despite her constant scowling and resting bitch face, Rook is eager to help people.

He doesn’t know much about her, which is only natural with her short time with the department and her lackluster communicative skills. She likes her job, Hudson, animals, and giving him hell. She hates crowds, churches, and talking. That’s about all he’s got. And dress codes he guesses? Though since the Drubman incident she’s stuck with modest tanks and tees under her uniform, other than buttoning it up, it’s the same damn thing. Hell, even Hudson and him don’t button it up all the way.

When she was first hired, the week separating her hire and her actual first day, he asked Whitehorse what he was thinking when he hired someone so young. The sheriff just laughed, saying she had a good heart. He supposes her jumping to help Mary May the day of her interview was proof of that.

There are a lot of reasons why people become cops, not all of them necessarily good or right. Staci himself is exhibit A of that. He’s always been honest with himself and others that he became a cop to get laid, it was nothing short of a whim. Something women are attracted to and didn’t require too much education, so he could avoid debt. No ideas of helping people or delusions of keeping the peace; he chose his career based entirely on the prospect of getting his dick wet.

Hudson is better than him in that regard, well, in many regards but that’s beside the point. But, her choice mostly stems from her family. Almost everyone in her family has had a career in either the military or law enforcement. Her mom is a veteran and her dad a veteran turned police officer, retiring early due to injury. One of her brothers works as an officer in Billings and the other currently in basic training. It only seemed natural she’d follow one of those paths, becoming a cop because it’s what they do in her family. A fact she’s always taken pride in.

Danny, not to speak ill of the dead, was probably a hall monitor in high school. He was a stickler for details and rules, he enjoyed being the one enforcing order. But Staci isn’t confident that Danny enjoyed it because he believed in what was best for the public so much as he liked rules for the sake of rules and being the one to crack the whip. It’s strange to say after so many years of butting heads, but Staci misses that asshole. It hit Joey hardest, Danny being her partner, but it hit him too. Danny was with the station since before him or Joey were hired on, for him to just be gone one day… Hope County is a sleepy little place, it can be easy to forget how dangerous this kind of job can be when speeding and hunting violations are the biggest crimes. Danny was a grim reminder and hopefully, the last one Staci will ever get.

“That’s gonna fall,” Rook’s voice cuts through the quiet, her finger pointed at the drink balanced on Staci’s thigh.

“It’s fine,” he dismisses her out of hand, and she rolls her eyes, sunlight making the brown look nearly gold.

She’s cute, it’s something he’s had to admit, as much as he’d rather not. While he’s always been a bit of a womanizer, it still feels weird acknowledging he’s attracted to his newly acquired pain in the ass. But…Rook is real easy on the eyes. Even with her constant sourpuss of a face, she's cute. Though the rare times he’s seen her smile… It’s a good look on her. Hell, it's a good enough look that he asked her out on an impromptu date to the F.A.N.G Center the moment he saw it. Though that ended up being botched; the Junior Deputy inviting Joey along and then abandoning them partway through the day.

He’s gotten to spend hardly any time with her outside of work, between that and her never tagging along to The Spread Eagle, a part of him has to wonder if she just doesn’t want to deal with him when she doesn’t have to. God knows, it’s not Hudson, he’s pretty sure Rook would break her neck to spend more time with Joey.

Staci’s mind is drawn back to Rook’s dismissal of his mild flirting, she seemed uncomfortable with Adelaide’s more…forward tendencies too. But there’s no denying she has a huge annoying crush on Joey. Her face going redder than a lobster anytime the two are near each other. He’s asking her on dates without even meaning to and he’s not even sure what way she swings.

“So, what’s your deal?” He decides to just ask, it might be a long shot, but no harm in seeing if he has a chance. Right?

“My deal with what?” She raises an eyebrow and takes another slurp of her drink.

“Well, I know you’re into women; so are you gay?” Rook chokes on her slushie, blue dribbling down her chin as he continues, “Bi? Pan?”

“What the fuck, dude?!” She yells, scrubbing her slushie covered hand against her jeans, her blue stained tongue catching his eye as she freaks out.

“It’s just a question.”

“A real fuckin’ personal one.” Her face is a vivid red, making her blue chin and tongue stand out even brighter.

“What? You worried ‘cause, ya know, Montana?”

“No, I’m not worried because of that.”

“Good, because I promise you most people here don’t give a fuck.”

“No, it’s not, I just don’t like talking…”

“You can honestly stop that sentence right there.”

“Pff,” she lets out a soft laugh and the corner of her mouth curves up as she says in a gentler voice, “I don’t like talking.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” He gives her the out and she groans.

“Look, dude, not that it’s any of your business but I barely know what the fuck’s going on in my own head. If I can’t figure that shit out, how the hell am I supposed to explain it?”

“I know you like Hudson.”

“Yeah, I do… I can’t say I’m not attracted to men? I don’t think, I’ve thought men are attractive. I just, women catch my eye more,” she shrugs, face still red, “though I don’t know if that’s because of me or ‘cause of the….selection here.”

“What do you mean?”

She glares at him, dark eyebrows furrowed as if she’s trying to figure out if he’s serious while she slurps on her slushie. He can nearly see the gears in her head desperately trying to turn.

“Dude, seriously?” She asks raises an eyebrow when he doesn’t budge.

“Seriously, you make it sound like the men here are drooling apes.”

“Women in Hope County.”

Rook points out a woman stepping out of her car, long tanned legs and daisy duke shorts.

“Men in Hope County.”

She gestures towards a man at the gas pumps, bent over with his jeans half falling off his ass with plumber crack on display for the world.

It’s his turn to choke, pop catching in his windpipe as her sputters and gags on his laugh, leg jerking and sending his entire drink falling into his lap.

“Jesus fuck,” he manages to cough out as cola soaks his crotch.

“Told you it was gonna fall.”

“At least I don’t look like I blew a Smurf.”

“Fuck off.” She roughly shoves him as they both laugh.

“So, all us Hope County men are just too ugly for you?” He says with mock hurt in his voice as he stands from the trunk, walking around the cruiser.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“No, no, I get it, I mean, how could anyone stand to even look at me.”

“What do you want from me?” She’s glaring at him now from over the cruiser, each at their respective doors as they talk.

“Nah, it’s my cross to bear, I have to learn how to deal with being hideous.”

“I mean, we can always get you a paper bag.” Her face breaks into a smile and she starts laughing halfway through her own joke, blue tongue pressing against her canines.

“Wow, fuckin’ wow, just double down.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry,” she rolls her eyes, face still flushed from laughing, “for what it’s worth, you’re one of the more attractive guys in Hope County.”

“Thank you,” Staci can’t help but genuinely smile, between the compliment and her expression, something about the moment settles warm in his chest.

“Which is kinda like being a tall dwarf.”

“Fuck you,” his outburst makes her laugh and he can’t help but laugh right along with her, “you can’t let me have anything can you?”

“Nope.”

They’re still smiling, stomachs and cheeks aching as they climb into the cruiser. He turns the key and starts up the engine, pulling them out of the parking lot. The soft tapping of Rook’s finger against the door is the only sound as they drive through the valley. She’s always moving, he’s not sure he’s ever seen her completely still.

The cola on his jeans has barely started to dry by the time the radio starts to crackle, dispatch putting out a call.

“Units please respond, we have a domestic disturbance at the Ramsey Residence, neighbor reported yelling coming from the home and threats of violence.”

The Ramsey place is about fifteen or twenty minutes out from where Benjamin and Julie live. They’re familiar with the Sheriff’s department. He hates to sound so jaded and cynical, but they’ve done this song and dance so many times. Benjamin has been an abusive drunk since as long as Staci’s lived in Hope County. No matter how many times they cuff and drag him away; Julie refuses to press charges, bails him out, and welcomes him back with open arms. It’s an endless cycle and Hope County doesn’t have the resources to break it. With that in mind, he grabs the receiver.

“Deputy Pratt and Hale responding, over.”

He flips on the sirens, lights flashing and the speaker squealing as they rush towards the Ramsey house. Tires spitting up gravel as he drives along the backroads, following them to the old farmhouse. It was once a beautiful house, he’s sure, but it’s started to fall apart over the years. The white paint peeling and the wood of the porch starting to rot away.

There’s a tension in the air as the deputies get out of the cruiser, grass crushing underfoot as they make their way to the home. Despite being Staci’s subordinate as far as standing in the department goes, Rook is in front of him and taking the lead. Not because he wants her too; she just does that.

The porch lets out a loud creak when the junior deputy takes a step, straining under her weight. That doesn’t bode well for him, while not a particularly heavy guy, he’s over a foot taller than Rook and fit. She may have muscle mass, but he’s sure he still weighs more at the end of the day.

“You might wanna be careful,” she warns him, standing next to the door, clearly having gone through the same thought process as him.

“Yeah, this porch has seen better days.”

It strains and creaks, echoing a louder under him as he takes the steps up. Then his foot goes through the porch. He curses as he starts to fall through, broken rotted wood splintering into his jeans and boot. A hand wraps around his wrist, Rook steadying him as gets his bearings. He grips the railing as he his rips his foot back out of the wood; breaking and ripping apart boards with the force of it. The smell of mildew, rotted lumber, and muck getting kicked up from it.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

He has to shift back onto the steps that were able to hold him, he could step over or around the broken gap, but the chances of it just breaking through again are high. Rook lets go of his wrist once he’s on stable footing and turns back to the door. She knocks on the door three times, before calling out.

“Hope County Sheriff’s department, we got a call, just here to make sure everything’s okay.”

There’s no response, of course they’re in no rush to open the door for police. A beat of silence and then something breaks from inside the home, like glass crashing to the ground.

“You ever deal with them before?” Rook asks as she tries to open the door, but it’s locked.

“Plenty, he always has to be taken kicking and screaming. ”

“Is he dangerous?” She’s slid a pick into the door lock, twisting and turning it. Why the hell does she know how to pick locks?

“Only to his wife, every time I’ve dealt with him, he’s no worse than a drunk toddler.”

“Hmm,” she nods in understanding, “go around back and see if there’s a back door or something, we can’t take anyone out this way. I’ll head in.”

“Since when do you give the orders, probie?”

“Pratt,” she says his name like a warning, just as the door clicks open. She’s right and he Staci knows that, but that doesn’t mean he has to like being bossed around by the probie he’s supposed to be teaching the ropes.

He waves her off and goes walking around the house, all this trouble and splinters in his shin over some damn drunk who should have been locked away years ago. There’s a set of concrete stairs up to the backdoor, not attached, but sturdier than forty-year-old rotted wood. He shakes the backdoor and finds it’s locked, because of course it is.

Staci slams his shoulder against the door as he hard as he can, putting all of his weight into it. The lock and frame give out from the force, a boom and splintering sound ringing out.

“Fuck!”

It’s Rook’s voice, no mistaking it, a groan of pain punctuating the curse. Staci’s blood runs cold and he runs into the house; feet hitting the floor in heavy thuds as he runs to where he heard the sound. Nearly tripping over himself as he enters the living room.

Adrenaline coursing through him, Staci recognizes two figures instantly as he enters. Ben Ramsey standing over a curled up figure dressed in the familiar green of their uniform, blood is on the carpet, soaking it through.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What’d he do? What did that son of bitch do to her?

From his angle, Ben’s back to him, Pratt can’t make out anything other than her fallen body. He can’t tell if she’s breathing, if she’s moving, where the blood is coming from, if she’s even alive.

Words stick in his throat and his mind only spins curses, his hand pauses, body frozen. Only a moment in reality, but in eternity to Staci; just enough time for the old drunk to pull his leg back and slam a boot into the young deputy on the ground. A sickening crack and curse from the young woman.

And for the first in his career, Staci pulls his gun out. It may be too quick of a move and maybe in the hours after he’ll think of how he should have gone for the baton or taser, but his hand is on his gun. Pointed at another human being. There’s a shake to his hands.

“Ben Ramsey, you’re under, under arrest! Put your hands up!” His words stall for a moment and he curses himself for the way fear seeps into his voice at the worst times.

“Fuck you-“

His words are cut off by a yell, Ben’s body convulsing for a second before he hits the ground with a heavy thud. Rook taser in hand moving as it happens, quickly cuffing him, and Staci can breathe again. He’s not going back to the station alone. The side of her head is stained with blood, hair matted in it, her left eye shut and that half of her face red. Her nose and lip are busted open, blood streaking down her chin. She’s hurt, but she’s alive. His head is swimming, drops his grip on his weapon, his shoulder aching and making him realize just how tense he was. He’s not even certain his finger was on the trigger, he realizes as he holsters the thankfully unused gun. Her lips move over and over again, but the words don’t cut through the fog of his brain until another moment passes.

“Pratt, radio backup, now!” Her hands are on the man’s cuffed wrists, keeping him in place on the ground, subdued for the moment as the man’s thankfully still dazed from the shock.

He’s hesitated, his delay to grab his radio no doubt wasting precious seconds. Why does he always fucking hesitate? He’s tripping over his words as he talks, because of course he is.

“Officer Pratt, we need backup and, and emergency services to the Ramsey house, immediately. Officer injured, suspect is belligra-belligerent and dangerous.”

“Suspect’s wife is injured as well.”

There’s more than three people in the room, Julie Ramsey curled up in a ball beside the couch, sobbing desperately at the entire scene. He didn’t even notice, fuck, he fucking hell. He gives the exact address and gets confirmation that someone is coming. Staci crouches down, closer to Rook’s level where she’s kneeling next to the suspect, he’s able to get a better look at Rook’s injury. He can smell beer, both from the suspect and from her head, shards of brown glass clinging to the blood-soaked skin. He bashed a beer bottle over her head, then kicked her in the face while she was down.

He needs to get something to hold against her head, to help stop the bleeding. Staci’s starts to move to get his overshirt off, thinking it’d be better than nothing, but then sirens screech at them. Police officers for the station and EMTS coming through the house. It’s going to be okay.

No thanks to him. He did nothing. He wants to pull his hair out, scream at himself, why the hell is he this fucking pathetic?

Ben Ramsey is arrested and charged, taken to one of the officer’s police car. Meanwhile Julie and Rook are assessed before being taken to the back of ambulance. Staci follows them, moving on instinct to follow and make sure Rook is okay.

He doesn’t speak the entire way, just grateful to be allowed in the ambulance, he listens as they access her. Lacerations, contusions, possible skull fracture; the words swim around his head as they look her over in the ambulance. He watches as the EMT forces Rook’s left eye open, seeing why it’s been shut, blood vessels damaged across part of the white, red irritation in the other half that goes into the brown, blurring the edge of the iris.

Ideas of her losing vision in that eye flood through his mind, how severe is the damage, could it impact her career? Is she going to be out of here before she’s even finished probationary hire? He was supposed to be looking out for her.

He sits outside her room at the Hope County Clinic, privacy or some sort of doctor crap, he can barely even remember the rest of the ride there. His back against the wall as he sits on the floor, ringing his hands, mind racing through a million possibilities.

“What the hell happened?” Whitehorse’s voice is what ends the frenetic mess in his head, if only for a second. The presence of the sheriff easing some of his nerves, knowing the older man will be able to handle this, whatever the situation may be.

He scrambles to his feet and explains everything that happened; from the porch falling in, him pulling his weapon but not firing, and an injured Rook having to subdue the suspect. Each word of it making him feel just a bit more pathetic, a bit weaker, he really fucked this up.

Whitehorse squeezes his shoulder, a warm heavy hand to comfort him.

“It’s okay, Pratt. Everything is gonna be fine, Rook’s made of tougher stuff than this.”

He sighs, unsure of how he feels by the statement. It’s meant to comfort him, and it does some part of him. He wants Rook to be okay, fuck does he need her to be okay. But, Whitehorse’s unwavering faith in her strength, makes him feel all the more pathetic in comparison.

The hospital room door opens, a doctor walking out, looking over at Whitehorse and Staci.

“You can come in now, if you’d like.”

Staci follows behind Whitehorse as they walk into the little clinic room, off white walls and floors greeting them. Rook’s sitting on the side of the white sheeted bed; seeing her cleaned up and moving is instant relief for Staci’s frayed nerves. Her face is bruised, her eye still messed up, but she’s no longer painted red with her own blood. His hands twitch, he realizes he wants to hug her, to pull her close and feel that she’s truly okay. But he can’t find the nerve to do it, unsure of how the young woman would react.

“So, what’re you dealing with?” Whitehorse asks her and she sighs.

“Needed some stitches, some glass scratched my cornea so vision in this eye is gonna be a little blurry, but it will heal. Minor skull fracture.”

“Skull fracture?” Staci can’t help but blurt out, that’s bad, isn’t it? Skulls are kind of important, being the thing that protects your brain. Why the hell is she just shrugging it off?

“It’s not bad, they don’t do anything for it. My head is gonna hurt like hell for a bit,” she shrugs, “if spinal fluid starts coming out my ears and nose, call 911, though I think that’s the rule for everyone.”

“Alright,” Whitehorse speaks up, “there’s gonna be some paperwork to take care of with your injury and your time off.”

“I’m not taking time off.” She’s emphatic, shaking her head like the sheriff is ridiculous to even suggest something like that.

“I’m not sending you out like this, Rookie, you need to worry about healing up.”

“You want me to take time off, during my probationary hire, that’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t stress, it’s not going to affect anything, just take two weeks off-”

“One week, max.”

“Fine, one week," Whitehorse gives him with a hefty sigh, "just take it easy. And actually take it easy, not doing anything to hurt yourself in the meantime.”

“Pfff,” she huffs out a breath and rolls her eyes, hopping up from the bed.

“We’ll go back to the station and take care of the paperwork.”

Whitehorse puts a hand on Staci’s back; the other on Rook’s as he walks them out the door. Staci feels exhausted as he gets into Whitehorse’s truck with them, someone having taken the cruiser back to the station for them. His body slackening into dead weight as he leans against the door; his nerves are shot to hell and back, he just wants to collapse after everything. She’s okay and that’s what matters most; his own insecurities be damned.

They arrive at the station; since it’s regarding just her injury and leave, Staci isn’t needed for the paperwork on this one. He instead waits outside, he’s not sure why, but he doesn’t feel ready to just go home yet. It’s after shift and usually he’d be at The Spread Eagle by now, sipping cheap beer and shooting the shit with Joey.

Speak of the devil, the older deputy is coming down the hall, nearly jogging towards him. And he’s wondering if she’s felt the way he did when he heard something happened to Danny, before they told him about the former deputy’s death. That anxiety of knowing something is wrong but not knowing the details, fear building ideas of what could have happened.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Rook got hurt, she’s gonna be okay, but, uh, Whitehorse is giving her the week off.”

“Thank god,” Joey lets out a sigh of relief, tension noticeably leaving her body, “I thought, jesus, I don’t know what I thought.”

“Yeah, uh, been a rough day…”

“How you holding up?”

“I fucking choked, Joey. The asshole was trying to kick her damn brains in and I choked.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” she tells him, a faraway look in her eye, “I get it, I do, but you can’t blame anyone but the asshole who hurt her.”

“It's not just that…” He sighs; is he really going to have this conversation? It feels so damn pathetic.

“So, what is it?”

“I...don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I’m certainly not gonna complain about skipping the feely talks. But, uh, for what it’s worth, hindsight is twenty-twenty. Beating yourself up over what you should have done, what you wish you’d have done, is pointless. You do your best in the moment and it’s all you can do.”

“I guess…”

“So...how this affect your little crush on Rook?” She asks after a beat of silence, trying to turn the conversation light-hearted.

“Ugh, don’t call it that. The only crush around here is Rook’s on you.”

“Yeah, right. You got it bad and we both know it.”

“I might have asked her if she’s gay.”

“Seriously, Pratt?”

“What,” he says halfway through a laugh, “she always follow you around like a puppy dog, I had to make sure I even had a chance.”

“Well, do you?”

“Maybe…if she stops crushing on you.”

“Eh, that’s nothing, she’ll be over it before you know it.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“The only reason she’s like that with me is ‘cause she thinks I’m pretty, it’s completely superficial, like a little kid.”

“Well, do me a favor and stop being pretty?”

“No can do, you just gotta sack up and ask her out.”

“‘Cause the F.A.N.G Center went so well.”

“Okay, so ask her out and this time, be specific and talk slow.”

“She’s oblivious, not brain damaged.”

“Ehhh, debatable.”

He thinks for a moment, he likes Rook, he does. She’s cute and spending time with her is nice; being able to tease each other has made his job way less mind numbing. Relationships that go beyond the bedroom have never been his forte; it’s honestly been a while since he’s been on an actual date. But, he thinks it could be nice with her. There’s no telling if they’d actually click romantically, that’s not something you find out until you try it. It could be worth a shot.

But he thinks about today and thinks about the future for a moment, something he’s not fond of doing. Rook is still on probationary hire; who’s to say she’ll be here after the six month period. He doubts Whitehorse will get rid of her, maybe due to her age, he handles her with kid gloves and he’s always been a bit soft as far as sheriffs go anyway. But, it’s always a possibility if she crosses too big of a line or does something unforgivable.

Hell, she might decide she wants to leave, might realize Hope County is just not the place for her and head back to Louisiana.

At the moment he just likes her, nothing intense, nothing he can’t deal with losing. If he found out tomorrow she was fired and leaving, he’d be bummed sure, but he’d recover relatively quickly. But if they started dating, if it worked out and one date led to another. If they hit it off, meshed as well as he thinks they could and that ‘like’ grew into something more and then she had to leave...

“Once her probationary hire is over, I’ll do it,” he says out loud, committing himself to the action in front of Joey. Once that threshold has been crossed, once he has a little more reassurance that he can pursue Rook without fear of her leaving, he’ll go for it.

“You sure you can hold out that long?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me, Mister asked her out on the first day.”

“Shut up.”

Dahlia signs the last of the paperwork, her hand cramping, all of this fuss because someone hit her with a beer bottle. She’s still sick from the idea of having to take off a week, better than two, but she’d rather just do her job. So, her vision in one eye is a little blurry and her head hurts like crazy, big deal.

“There’s something else to address.”

“What’s that?” She raises an eyebrow at Whitehorse, let her out of paperwork hell, please.

“It’s up to you if you want us to press charges against him for assaulting you.”

“Oh.”

“If it matters, we’ve dealt with Ben a lot, he’s been beating his wife black and blue for years. But, she’s never willing to press charges and nothing’s been severe enough to bring him up on charges from the state.”

“Let’s do it, then.” She’s not sure how much it will help, without counseling and after care, who knows if the cycle can break. But, if she can get the guy put away, it will at least give her a chance to get out without fear of repercussions.

There’s some more paperwork associated with that, filling out a statement and the like. But, that’s more than worth it. She finishes it up and is massaging her hand to help alleviate the muscles that are cramping in distress.

“Also-”

“If I have to sign one more piece of paper, I’m gonna kill you.” She cuts him off and earns a chuckle in response.

“No, I just wanted to tell you, hell of a job, today.”

“All I did was get beat up.”

“You were in a high stress situation and you resolved it as best you could, you subdued him without deadly force, and showed you know how to handle yourself.”

“The standards are low, aren’t they?”

“You did good, be proud of yourself for a moment,” he tells her, squeezing her shoulder as he passes by. Her heart warms at the gesture, he thinks she did good. Despite being stuck taking a week off, he still thinks she did well.

Hands in her pockets, she’s grinning as she leaves the office, Hudson and Pratt are just outside; talking about who knows what. They’re usually off drinking right now, but he seemed freaked out about her injury, maybe he’s trying to make sure she’s okay. She’d appreciate it if that were the case.

“Hey, Rook,” Hudson greets her, bright smile, and Dahlia gives a small nod of her head. Unable to force words out of her throat.

“Everything taken care of?”

“Yeah...guess I’ll get to see you guys in a week,” she grumbles, still upset about it.

“Hey,” Hudson stops her before she can leave, “why don’t you come out to The Spread Eagle with us?”

“You know I can’t drink, right?”

“They serve water and pop,” Hudson says, shrugging.

“Um, okay…” Dahlia scratches sheepishly at the back of her neck, she gets to go out with them, her heart is warm. Between Whitehorse’s praise and being invited out with the other deputies, this is a pretty good night.

“Is that why you weren’t tagging along with us?” Pratt asks as they start to head towards the door.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to tag along…”

“Oh my god, you awkward little disaster.” Pratt ruffles her hair as he insults her and she playfully smacks his side, happy to see him joking around again.

The neon sign of The Spread Eagle flickers above Dahlia’s head as they walk to the old bar. It’s cheesy and ridiculous the logo of a scantily clad woman with she assumes eagle wings.

“So, I'm gonna live my life like it's my last damn night.”

“Cause when the clock strikes twelve, we're all gonna go to hell”

The jukebox and lowlight greet them, people spread around drinking at the bar and cozied up over the wooden tables. A little stage in the corner for those nights when they have live music. Behind the bar, Mary May works away at getting people their drinks, honey blonde hair tied up in a bun and her flannel’s sleeves pushed up to her elbows. A window behind her shows a glimmer of the kitchen, an older man with dark hair slaving over the orders.

“You’re late,” Mary May teases Hudson and Pratt as the deputies all grab seats at the bar, Dahlia between the two of them.

She’s never sat at a bar before and something about it feels decidedly mature to the young officer. That is until she can barely climb up there and unlike her two coworkers, her legs aren’t long enough for her feet to comfortable rest on the ground or even part of the stool. Her legs left to swing like a child’s.

“You can blame the probie for that one.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll try not to get my ass kicked in the future.”

“You finally gonna get your round of free drinks, hero?” Mary May asks her, a slight smile on her face and dear god, why must the women in this county be so pretty? The apples of Dahlia’s cheeks are growing warm.

“‘Fraid I can’t, still got a year before that’s legal,” she says, never mind if it’s maybe a bit closer to a year and three months.

“Well, a free meal it is then.”

“No, no, I can’t do that,” She quickly dismisses the idea, local businesses tend to need every dime they can get, she’s not letting Mary May cut herself short just because Dahlia did her job.

“Seriously, if it weren’t for you, I’d be shut down for the month, it is the least I can do.”

“Give it up, Rook, she’s not gonna budge,” Pratt tells her.

“She’s stubborn as a mule,” Hudson warns.

“You heard them, cowboy, your money’s no good here.” The cowboy nickname is a new one, but Dahlia doesn’t mind it, or the way it makes her smile.

“Fine, free meal, but I’m tipping.”

“Okay, okay, I can work with that.”

Hudson and Pratt get cheap weak beers and Dahlia gets a pop as they look over the food options. Everything makes her stomach growl; desperate for something more than convenience store food or microwave meals. There’s a sign below the window into the kitchen, saying they deliver, she wonders if the trailer park is too far away for it.

She decides to try something she’s never eaten before, a burger with huckleberry barbecue sauce, never having heard of the condiment before. Orders in, she can’t help but look around the room, taking in the decorations. Newspaper clippings beneath a neon blinking sign for Lease Lager, a little flag for Hope County Cougars, and a smaller flyer advertising something she’s seen billboards for all over; the Testicle Festival, advertised with a little screaming cartoon bull.

“The fuck is a Testicle Festival?”

“Pffff,” Pratt laughs and chokes on his beer, pulling it away and licking the beer away from his lips. Hudson cracks a big grin, pressing a hand to her mouth to hold back chuckles.

“I mean, it’s basically exactly what you sound like,” the older woman says, shrugging her shoulders.

“People get together and eat bull balls,” Pratt adds.

“Willingly?”

They both laugh as Dahlia looks at them wide eyed, that’s so fucking gross, why the fuck would someone eat that? She’s never been one to turn her nose up at any meal, but that so disgusting, her stomach churning at the very idea.

“Yeah, it’s a thing, I, don’t know what to tell you.”

“Montana is gross…”

“Oh, shut up, I’m sure they eat gross shit in Louisiana too.”

“Not really,” she shakes her head at Pratt, trying to think of the weirdest food she’s ate, well weird to them, “I mean, I’ve had alligator before.”

“You’ve ate alligator?”

“Yeah.”

“And you don’t think that’s weird?”

“I didn’t eat it’s balls!”

They cackle and laugh at her outburst, she’s joining along before she knows it, face flushing as she cracks up. She barely can remember the ache in her head or the blur in her vision, the more painful moments of the day forgotten as she loses herself in dumb banter and jokes. The burger is incredible, she’d lick the plate clean if she wasn’t in public. Hell, that fact is barely holding her back. She’s not sure how many colas she’s drank her way through, but at some point, her bladder is screaming at her.

“Let me guess, you gotta piss,” Pratt taunts her, reminding her of their little bickering match this evening, she’s an adult she’s allowed to piss.

“Fuck off.” She grabs a grimy fry off the ground andt she drops it down into his beer as she walks by.

She uses the bathroom and washes her hands, catching her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she does so. It’s the first time she’s got a proper look at herself since she was beat up. Stitches over the laceration under her eye, the skin bruised, the white of her eye purple with busted blood vessel with the brown of her eye blurring into it. An absolute mess and she grins.

There’s something fulfilling about getting in a fight, not starting but, making it through one. Having the marks to show it, knowing she held her own. Whether it was fights in school or when she’d fight back against her step-father, no matter how it ended up, she’d feel proud of herself. Whether because she fought back or simply because she survived. The aftermath was nothing more than a badge of honor marking what she went through. She’d take a thousand more stitches and bruises over the week off, if she’s being completely honest. Dahlia leaves the bathroom once her hands dry, shoving them in her pocket as she goes.

Oooh, oooh, ooh~

If I told you a lie, you could smile, my love.

You’d never understand.

The jukebox hums and Dahlia finds her eyes looking around the room, taking in the faces of the patrons. A shift of a door and the step of boots draws her eyes towards the door. Her breath catches in her throat, what the hell is a Seed doing here?

John Seed, the youngest of the brothers, is walking through the door. All of the siblings make her uncomfortable in some fashion, largely to do with their religiosity, but then they each have their own unique brand of unsettling. John reminds her of a sleazy car salesman, too sharp smiles that don’t reach his eyes. Even when he shook her hand at the church, something about him felt off, like he’s wearing a mask but she can’t quite tell what’s under it.

If I told you a tale, you’d cry, my love.

You’d never hold my hand.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Mary May yells over the bar, when she sees him.

There’s a glimmer of something in his eyes when he looks at her, not unlike a cat finding a mouse to tear apart. He strides to the bar with purposeful steps and he smirks, but unlike those salesman smiles, it reaches his eyes.

“I just thought I’d check in,” his eyes lazily scan the room, looking at the beer bottles and glasses of whiskey in patron’s hands, “do we really need to have this conversation again?”

“It’s a bar, the hell you expect me to serve?”

“I expect,” John puts his hand on the bar with a sharp sound, “you to listen to reason and start to understand your position.”

“Is something wrong?” Dahlia’s question escapes her without another thought, everything about John’s body language putting her on edge.

When it all bleeds out, you don’t know.”

When it all bleeds out.

John’s eyes leave Mary May and land on Dahlia, those piercing blue eyes cutting through to her core. He looks her up and down, as if she’s the mouse now. But she doesn’t shrink away or avoid his gaze, unwilling to show any signs of backing down in the face of his intensity.

Wake up, little man.

Don’t you break her heart.

“Dep-yoo-tee,” John speaks in a low drawn out way, emphasizing every syllable with the slow drag of his gaze on her.

“Stay out of it, Rook,” Pratt warns her as she walks past him and Hudson at the bar. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, why the fuck would she stay out of it? Supposedly, John already tried to get members of Eden’s Gate to steal Mary May’s alcohol shipment and now he’s showing up to push her around; fuck that shit.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Oh c’mon, little man.

Don’t you fall apart.

“I was just trying to have a little talk with Mary May, though she’s never been one for civility. More importantly, what happened here?”

He reaches out towards her face and she flinches out of reflex, John’s fingers grazing her bruised cheek before she smacks his hand away. Not sharp enough to truly hurt, but enough to force him away.

When the devil’s got you, but only by the hand.

“Hazard of the job and, please, don’t touch me.”

John’s eyebrows furrow, eyes growing dark and face scrunching for a moment in anger before he forces a soft smile. It doesn’t touch the stormy look in his eyes; another little mask hiding whatever’s lurking beneath the surface.

Let go, little man.

“Ah, you poor thing, you” his voice deepens with concern, but it feels more like pity. He fidgets with his sleeves and lets out a sigh, irritation seeping through the false concern. She has to resist the urge to smile, something satisfying in seeing his true emotions bubbling up.

“It is what it is, are you done with your ‘little talk’ now?”

His nostrils flare and he bites his lip, it feels like poking a bear, but she’s having fun with it. He gives another fake smile and she wants to wipe it off his face.

“With Mary May, yes, but I was hoping to speak with you more. Though,” he looks around, “this is hardly an ideal setting. Have you given any more thought to tomorrow?”

“Like, I said before, I have to work,” she says the white lie and dismisses him with a shrug, hopeful it will appease the Gucci wearing gremlin in front of her.

“You know, it’s not often The Father goes to the trouble of inviting someone himself,” he tells her, as if it’s meant to entice her. Instead the title ‘The Father’ just makes her skin crawl, not unlike the title her step-father took on with his own church. As if she needed more reasons to avoid these people.

“What are you talking about, Rook? You got a week off for your injury, remember?” Pratt pipes up and Dahlia’s blood runs cold, why the fuck would he do that to her? Why would he do that? John’s eyes go bright and a sly smile stretches across his face.

“Wonderful, I’ll see you there, dep-yoo-ty, service begins at nine in the morning.” John gives her arm a hard squeeze before he leaves, Dahlia’s skin crawling beneath his touch. Empty air where he once was within the next moment.

Yeah, I vow to the moon, yeah, I howl at the wind.

I’m bleeding and I can’t stay clean.

She’s expected to come to the service, dear god. The air is punched out of her lungs. Even being outside of a church put her nerves on edge, she’s not sure if she could step foot in one without getting sick. She moves behind Pratt and puts her hand on his shoulders.

“Hey, Rook, what are you-uuck-” Pratt’s words cut off as she moves and wraps her hands on either side around his throat. Not hard enough to genuinely hurt him, but enough to feel it as she shakes him and pretends to wring his neck .

“Why the fuck would you do that?!”

“It was funny,” he defends himself when she lets go and throws herself onto her chair, bringing one foot up into the seat as she leans back. Her body going slack with exasperation, she’s seriously going to have to go church?

“I fucking hate you, I actually fucking hate you.”

“God, you’re dramatic. It’s church, not like I volunteered you for a root canal.”

“I’d rather have the root canal.” She tosses her head back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling. Pratt doesn’t know her issue with religion, she knows that, so she can’t truly be angry at him. But, fuck, would it have killed him to keep his mouth shut?

“Well, I think I should probably get out of here before Rook kills me,” Pratt says as he pays for his meal and drink, standing up from his seat.

“I’m gonna head home too,” Hudson stands up and ruffles Dahlia’s hair, “cheer up, Rookie.”

Dahlia doesn’t even have the energy to get worked up about Hudson’s touch, peacefully letting the casual touch come and go with a mere blush. Then the two have left and Dahlia is trying to gather the energy to get up, with the looming reality that she’s expected to go to church in the morning, she no longer wants this night to end.

“Deputy,” Mary May says after a moment, baby blues watching Dahlia sigh and rub a hand down her face.

“Hmm?” Dahlia straightens her posture enough to look at Mary May properly, realizing how somber the bartender’s expression and posture really is. The blonde chews her lip, looking away, visibly searching for her words.

“Eden’s Gate has been in this county for a long time, hell, I was in high school when they moved in on us. They started buying places out left and right, they own half the damn county, now.”

“They have that much money?” Dahlia can’t help but ask, aren’t churches relatively low profit ventures, assuming you aren’t selling snake oil or asking people to donate money for Jesus.

“Got that much money, that much power, and they know how to twist the law to suit their needs. They want the entire county and everyone in it under their thumb…”

Her knuckles whiten as she grips the edge of the bar, a far away look in her soft blue eyes. Dahlia puts her hand over Mary May’s, hoping the warmth of her touch can help ease the sting, even if she’s not sure what’s hurting the blonde. It’s enough in the moment, it seems, Mary May looking up at her and giving a soft smile, speaking again after a beat of silence.

“You’re one of the few people around here who’s not rolling over and letting them do whatever the hell they want. I don’t wanna see that change. Just do me a favor, don’t drink the Kool-Aid.”

“Look at me,” Dahlia looks directly into Mary May’s eyes, “I’d rather play jump rope with my own intestines than join a church.”

“Good.”

Mary May is satisfied with that answer, smiling as she’s called away to get someone else a drink. Dahlia’s not sure what the history is there with her and John, but clearly something has happened. Other than the Eden’s Gate members stealing alcohol and Lonny’s asshole behavior, there’s not conclusive evidence that they’ve done anything more than petty theft. John’s opinion on Mary May selling alcohol, supporting that he might ask them to do that. Otherwise, anything else is just bad feelings and hearsay. She wants to trust they’re good people, just staunch in their beliefs and a little strange, always wanting the believe the best of people. But, she’s going to be sure to keep an ear to the ground and stay wary of them, knowing she’s apparently not the only one concerned about their shit.

Dahlia shakes her head and gets out her wallet, getting out enough for the meal and then some, calling it all a tip for the sake of getting past Mary May’s generosity. She puts it down on the bar under her plate, letting the bartender know she’s taking off for the night.

The night air chills her skin as she leaves the bar before she’s caught. She pulls a cigarette out as she loiters outside the bar, leaning back against the building’s porch. Dahlia takes a deep inhale looking off into the distance.

Even in the valley, the statue of Joseph Seed is looming in the distance, the tallest thing in the entire county. There must be light around it, setting the statue aglow at night. She lets out the smoke in her lungs as she’s reminded of the real man. It wasn’t long ago she could barely believe he was a real living person. The statue makes him seem too large, too imposing, too important to be tangible. Meeting him and his family still feels like a fever dream.

Faith is like a living fairy, floating along in a white dress with flowers in her hair. An ethereal being with long dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. Dahlia’s dream or perhaps exhaustion induced hallucinations of chasing after her still making the woman feel like a specter.

John feels like someone pretending to be human or maybe it’s just how out of place he seems in the rustic little county. Dark slicked back hair, designer shades always on top of his head, silk shirts, and tailored vests; he looks like a Ken doll someone drew tattoos on.

The brother who didn’t bother to offer his name cuts possibly the most intimidating figure of them. He seemed larger than life. At least six foot six and wider than a door, dressed in army attire with his ginger hair shaved at the sides. The man could snap her spine in half if he had a half a mind to.

Then there’s Joseph, The Father, goosebumps raise on her skin when she thinks of his title. It’s bias, projections of her trauma that bring up those gross feelings when in reality he’s done nothing to her. His statue is true to his likeness in some ways, dark hair pulled back in a small bun and the full beard that seems standard for all men in Eden’s Gate. But at the end of it all, the statue is a composed sterilized version of the intense man who stood in front of her. The concrete can’t capture the intensity of his blue eyes, the way they cut through her, the way his choice of sunglasses turn them green. His unblinking stare as he stood out in the cold of night, shirtless with ink and scars marring his skin, sweat still sticking to him and strands of hair falling into his face.

But despite the wild appearance, he spoke calmly, he spoke deliberately and with devotion. He’s intense and he’s all encompassing, everything about him is too much, from his stare to the way his touch lingered for a moment more than it should have. His presences like a raging fire that can’t be ignored.

She has no real reason to dislike him, he’s done nothing cruel, he hasn’t wronged her. But every fiber of her being screams at her to stay away, that he’s everything she doesn’t want near her. A forest fire that her body is urging her to run away, lest she be burned to ashes.

It may be paranoia and experience perverting her feelings; and it may be gut instinct trying to save her.

But regardless, it seems she’ll be burned alive come morning.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #staci pratt #john seed #mary may fairgrave #dahlia hale #this is love

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silverlightqueen · 5 years

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The Other Half - Teaser

badboy!Jimin x richgirl!reader ft. bts, nct 127, twice, red velvet, got7, blackpink and exo

Word Count: 2.4k+

Summary - In Winchester, y/n has it all. Gorgeous and glamorous. A friendship group just as gorgeous and glamorous. Fantastic grades. A handsome boyfriend with a family just as successful as hers. A doting dad and a brother just as beautiful as she is. An amazing school, and an even more amazing house. As many cars and clothes and bags and shoes, and as much makeup and money she could ever ask for. But when Winchester Academy puts on an exchange programme with Burnley Tech School, a high school in an underprivileged area, two completely different worlds collide, and y/n has her hands full, practically overflowing, dealing with her exchange partner, bad boy Jimin with a whole lot of baggage...

Warnings - nothing yet except some offensive rich kid talk, a hint of classism and some mild bad language

a/n: I literally got this idea less than 24 hours ago and have already produced a two and a half thousand word long teaser for it so as you can probably tell, I am very excited about this ! lmk what you think so far and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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‘And then I told them to deliver it to my house and you know they said? They said they don’t do home deliveries,’ Nayeon wraps up her story, the rest of us girls gasping in shock. ‘You’re kidding?’ Mina asks, one hand flipping her hair over her shoulder, the other clasping Jaehyun’s hand. ‘Nope. I was like, bitch, do you not know who I am?’ Nayeon says, a laugh running around the group at that. ‘So what did you do, babe?’ Johnny asks her, arm around her shoulders, and she grins. ‘I asked to speak to her manager, and she went and got him. As soon as he saw me, his face fell, and he asked what he could do for me. I told him that his employee had told me they don’t do home deliveries and before I could even finish talking, he said that they could make an exception for me, of course,’ she says, a satisfied smile on her face as she inspects her fingernails, pristine no doubt, due to the award-winning nail tech we all share. ‘And did they?’ Tzuyu asks. ‘The clothes were in my room before I got home,’ she replies, all of us laughing.

We’re sat out in the courtyard in our usual spot; a few benches in a huddle, half in the sun and half in the shade, close enough to the sports pitches and courts for us to keep an eye on the boys during the warmer months. It’s only April now, and sports start up again in May, when the air gets warmer, the days get longer, and our skin gets darker. Only half of our group are sat here at the moment, Nayeon, Johnny, Mina and Jaehyun taking up one bench, Momo and Sana on another, Tzuyu and Mark sprawled across another, and myself and Taeyong in another, my legs stretched across it and Taeyong sat between them, head resting on my chest. We’re all dressed in the tragically unfashionable uniform, the girls in black cardigans, blue blouses, green and blue checked skirts with yellow and red on them and knee high black socks (though we ditch the cardigans at any possible opportunity, our blouses tight and skirts rolled up so we don’t look like conservative catholic school girls from the Victorian era or whatever), the boys in tailored black trousers, light blue shirts and black ties, blazers the same print as our skirts slung over their shoulders. Other students pass us by with eager ears, trying to hear any hot gossip, and eager eyes, desperate to make eye contact and earn a smile from one of us.

I spot the others ambling over towards us, and wave as they near us. Chaeyoung practically bounds up to Mark, inelegantly landing on him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Tzuyu makes space for Sicheng as Jeongyeon, Doyoung, Jihyo and Taeil take up another bench. Yuta joins Sana and Jungwoo joins Momo, Dahyun and Donghyuck taking up the last bench, and we are all as we should be. With our friends, in our couples, picture perfect as we’ve always been and always will be. ‘Oh, have you heard the news?’ Jihyo says, her fingers toying with Taeil’s tie as she speaks. ‘What news, Ji?’ Taeyong asks, his back vibrating against my chest with his words. ‘I don’t know how true this is, but I overheard Jennie speaking to Jackson and, apparently, we’ve got exchange students coming,’ she says, conversation erupting as soon as she utters the words. ‘No way! I don’t want anyone in my house!’ ‘Foreign bitches? Cool.’ ‘You’re fucking kidding, Ji.’ ‘Ooh, I hope they’re French!’

‘Why?’ Mark asks Chaeyoung, raising an eyebrow. ‘She’s got a kink for French boys,’ Dahyun whispers loudly, all of bursting into laughter. ‘No!’ Chaeyoung exclaims, a blush tainting her cheeks, ‘I just want to practice my French.’ ‘Oh, yeah, she’s fluent, Mark,’ Johnny teases, coaxing more laughter from the rest of us. ‘You can practice your French on me if you want, Chae,’ Taeyong teases with a wink, and I slap his forehead playfully. The jokes go over the two’s heads, both of them looking confused, and I take pity on them. ‘Being fluent in French is way of saying that someone’s… good at… you know?’ I explain, the realisation dawning on their faces, swiftly followed by annoyance. ‘You embarrassed to say it, babe?’ Taeyong says quietly, so only I can hear, as Mark and Chae begin to rant. ‘You weren’t embarrassed to do it,’ he teases. ‘Shut it, Tae, not funny. My brother’s right there,’ I reply, motioning to Jaehyun as Taeyong chuckles to himself.

‘Well, I hate to break it to you, Chae, but, no. They’re not French. They’re actually not foreign at all,’ Jihyo says, and we all frown. ‘What’s the point then?’ Sana asks. ‘Well, they’re so different to us, they’re practically aliens,’ Jihyo grins, loving keeping us all on edge like this. ‘Spill it, Ji, what are they?’ Yuta demands, getting impatient, as we all are. ‘They’re… poor,’ she says, everyone silent for a few seconds. ‘You’ve gotta be kidding,’ Momo says, and Jihyo shakes her head. ‘Oh, my God, I cannot have a poor person in my house!’ Jeongyeon exclaims as Nayeon starts to hyperventilate, Johnny getting the Chanel Grand Extrait perfume from her Hermes clutch and spraying it over her to help calm her down. ‘Jihyo, please tell me you’re joking. I don’t need this stress right now. I’ve got a shoot tomorrow and I can feel myself getting stress hives,’ Tzuyu says in a shrill voice, Donghyuck trying to do a breathing exercise with her. ‘I’m telling my father about this. He won’t allow it, not for a second,’ Jungwoo says, getting his phone out from his blazer.

‘Guys, relax. It’s not the end of the world,’ I say, all of them except Mina and my brother looking at me like I’m insane. ‘y/n, it might not be the end of the world, but how can we relax? What if they rob us, or give us fleas? Or Ebola?’ Taeyong asks, and I have to hold back a scoff. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. First of all, it might not even be true so there’s no point getting all worked up yet. Even if it is true, you can probably opt out if you want. If we did each have a poor person in our houses, imagine how good it’d look on our University applications. We’d look amazing for being so hospitable and charitable, and I bet we’ll even win awards in August at the banquet for it. They won’t rob us, and they won’t have any diseases or fleas. They wouldn’t be allowed to come if they did,’ my brother says, always managing to put a positive spin on things. Not that I thought it was negative anyway. Almost as though Jaehyun’s just said some sort of magic incantation, the others instantly agree with him, now excited to ‘have a poor person’. I zone out, used to tuning out when their rich kid talk gets unbearably stuck up, and it’s only when the bell rings to signal the end of our lunch hour does my mind re-join them.

We all rise up from our seats, heading towards the door into the school, and Taeyong puts an arm around me, his hand resting dangerously close to my ass. I can smell the Tom Ford cologne I bought him for his birthday, and I inhale the subtle scent deeply. ‘What lesson do we have now?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘We’ve got tutor, babe, it’s Wednesday. Switch your head on,’ he teases, tapping my temple. ‘I forgot. I was thinking about this exchange student thing,’ I reply, and he looks at me thoughtfully. ‘You excited?’ he asks, and I shrug. ‘I guess. It’ll be fun. I hope I can take her shopping and get her some stuff. Maybe she’ll become a really good friend of mine,’ I say. ‘What if it’s a boy though?’ he asks, and I think. ‘Then I’ll take him shopping and get him some stuff. And become really good friends with him,’ I say, wondering what his point is. ‘What if he’s cute? What if he’s your type?’ he asks as we walk through the door into the busy corridor, heading towards our tutor room, our friends making a racket behind us. ‘Then he’s cute and my type,’ I reply. ‘So you wouldn’t do anything?’ he asks, and I sigh. ‘What are you trying to say, Tae?’ I ask, and he takes his arm from around me, holding his hand out to me. I clasp it, wrapping my arm around his so his arm is clutched against my torso.

‘If I get a girl, and I sleep with her, would you be mad?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why would I be mad? It’s not like we don’t already sleep with other people,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Yeah, but like, we sleep with strangers from clubs. We don’t sleep with people that our friends know, people that will be living with us, people that will see us being in a relationship,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘Okay, but the people we meet at clubs see us as a couple before we go home with them. Just do what we normally do. Just say you’re cheating, it’s not like the girl will feel indebted to me to tell me, and vice versa,’ I say, and he nods thoughtfully. ‘How did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend like you?’ he says, leaning down to press his lips to mine, and I kiss him briefly, breaking away when I hear my brother call, ‘Stop defiling my sister, Lee!’ ‘I’m not your girlfriend,’ I reply as our friends laugh, and he grins. ‘Okay. How did I get so lucky to have a future wife like you?’ he says, and I laugh. ‘You have our parents to thank for that,’ I reply, and he chuckles under his breath as we enter the classroom. We take our normal seats, Nayeon on one side of me and Taeyong on the other, my brother in front of me and Dahyun behind me. We chat and gossip for a while, our teacher, Miss Jung, walking in a couple minutes later.

‘Class, quieten down please. I have an announcement to make,’ she says, looking around at us over the rim of her glasses. Due to our parents donating a lot of money to the school, we get certain privileges to keep us happy. Because when we’re happy, our parents are happy, and when our parents are happy, they spend. One of those privileges include our entire friendship group being put into one tutor group, just the twenty of us. ‘Is it the exchange thing, Miss? Because we know,’ Mark says, swinging on his chair. ‘You seem to always know things already,’ she says drily before lifting a paper up to read from it. ‘On Monday 4th May, a group of students from Burnley Tech School will arrive at Winchester Academy as exchange students,’ she begins, all of us bursting into chatter. ‘Wait, so are they all like computer programming nerds?’ Doyoung asks, eyebrows raised, and Miss sighs. ‘No, that’s just the name of the school. As I was saying, they’ll be staying for a month-’ ‘A month?!’ we chorus in shock, and she rolls her eyes. ‘And if all goes well, the period will be extended to two months-’ ‘Two months?!’ we exclaim, looking around in shock. ‘Won’t they like… miss their parents?’ Jungwoo asks. ‘Well, they can call them,’ she replies. ‘They have phones?’ Sana asks, all of us looking at her incredulously. ‘Obviously, Sana they’re not that poor,’ Tzuyu says. ‘Who told you they’re poor?’ Miss asks, all of us silent.

‘They’re from an underprivileged area but they’re not poor. It just means they’re not as privileged as you. They can probably still afford all their necessities, and most likely some luxuries too, but they don’t live the same way that you all do. For example, they probably have to commute to school because it’s unlikely their parents can afford to buy them a car. And they probably all have part time jobs,’ she says, gasps running around the room, myself included. Growing up in such a privileged environment, the thought of commuting to school or having a part time job makes me feel faint. Call me a spoiled brat, but I don’t think I could ever. ‘Oh, my God, I feel so sorry for them. Are we allowed to buy them things when they come?’ Chaeyoung asks. ‘That’s to your own discretion, we can’t dictate things like that. But anyway, as I was saying, this exchange programme is to enrich your knowledge of different lifestyles and understand the importance of acceptance and equality. It’s also to show to us the kind of knowledge you all already have of other people’s situations and lives. So far, you’re not instilling much confidence in me, but hopefully, I’ll see an improvement,’ Miss Jung says, all of us listening for any more juicy details.

‘Wait…’ Sicheng says, catching all of our attention, ‘does this mean… we’ll have to go live with them too?’ he says, this development filling us with horror. ‘I’m afraid so. If the programme succeeds, they’ll spend two months with you, and you’ll spend a month with them before coming back in August,’ she says, all of our mouths open in shock. ‘Miss, please say you’re joking. We’ve got to spend a month being poor?’ Taeyong asks, and Miss tuts. ‘Now, now, Taeyong, that’s not very kind of you. As I’ve said, they’re not poor, and you must be open-minded. This’ll be a learning curve for you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it greatly. We have an evening next Monday for your parents to all come in, get some more information about the programme and sign you up, if they wish,’ Miss Jung says, and I exchange a look with Jaehyun, both of us knowing our father would sign up for it in an instance, always wanting us to take part in these kind of things. ‘I know you’re all very unenthusiastic about this but give the students a chance.’ ‘We’ll give them a chance, obviously. It’s just unlikely we’ll get along. We’re so different,’ Taeil says, and Miss Jung eyes us all before she speaks; ‘You’d be surprised.’

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everstarcatcher · 5 years

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The Talk (Child's Play 2019 Fiction)

((Context: This is an alternate ending to the scene where Chucky misinterprets the horror movie and nearly goes after Pugg. A HAPPY ENDING. Where Andy actually takes the time to explain things to Chucky. Also, hints of potential future chapters as they begin to plot just how to get rid of Shane.))

Chucky’s brow furrowed as he watched Andy laughing alongside Falyn and Pugg as they watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. The movie was gruesome, to say the least; A chainsaw wielding man was brutally attacking and maiming one victim after another. It should have been terrifying them - Chucky certainly felt uneasy whenever he saw a scrapped Buddi toy - yet Andy and his friends were all howling with laughter. Clearly his owner found violence to be funny…and yet they’d positively freaked out when he’d tried strangling the wretched family cat. It made no sense. Andy’s mirthful expression as he pointed and guffawed at the violence on screen was a far cry from the horrified panic etched across their face when they demanded he release the vicious animal. Chucky’s own expression twisted further into confusion as he compared Andy’s reactions, attempting to discern exactly what made the brutality on screen acceptable.

Remembering how the children had all gathered around him before and tried to make him stab a unicorn toy with a pencil...the robot achieved a moment of clarity. Perhaps Andy liked to see humans being hurt instead? Or in the very least...maybe he preferred melee attacks? A spark of red briefly ignited in his irises at the thought, his uninhibited mind forming a plan of action. Quietly, he stood up from his spot beside Andy, stealthily slipping off into the kitchen to grab the carving knife embedded in the cutting board. Oh, was his Andy in for a big surprise!

Giddy excitement at the thought of Andy’s approval jolted through his emotional processors as he gripped tightly to the knife’s smooth handle. He studied his face in the blade’s expression, adopting the menacing expression that Andy had coached him to use to scare Shane. Perfect.

Andy was indeed enjoying himself, snorting along with his friends at the ludicrous violence on screen. It was corny and absurd to the point of hilarity. How would anyone find this tripe scary? He nodded along with Falyn’s, “Oh my god, that wouldn’t even happen!”

“Oh tell me about it, this is just dumb, right Chucky?”

No answer. Odd. Tearing his eyes from the screen, a side glance revealed his electronic companion was gone. He didn’t have long to look for him, though before a silhouette of a person holding a knife fell over the trio.

“Heads up, bitch.”

Immediately, all three whipped around. Andy’s heart immediately beginning to race as Chucky stopped in the entryway. Knife raised over head, blue eyes glimmering malevolently as he focused on Pugg, Chucky repeated himself.

“Heads up, bitch.”

Rather than react with fear, Pugg snorted, briefly applauding the little robot for his “act” before turning back towards the screen. “Now that is priceless. Your little robot is the shit, dude.”

Andy and Falyn remained on edge, however, Andy pausing the movie as Chucky - validated by Pugg’s nonchalance - began stalking towards the rotund boy. Over and over he repeated himself with shifting tones and glitching syllables. “B-Bitch. Head’s up bi-bitch. He-head’s up bitch. HEAD’S UP BITCH!”

So hyperfocused on stabbing Pugg was the toy, that he completely missed the growing fear in Andy’s eyes. He didn’t even realize that Andy had leapt from their beanbag until he’d nearly reached Pugg. Raising the knife to stab-

“CHUCKY, STOP!”

Andy’s frightened yells just barely registered in his audio receptors before his owner abruptly slammed into him. Panicking in the moment, Chucky swung the knife wildly about, struggling blindly against the smothering pillow. Terror and confusion shone in his eyes as he was faced once again with Andy’s disturbed expression. Why?! Why was he seeing this face again!? What had he done wrong THIS time!?

“A-andy? What are you-”

His words broke off as his knife finally made contact, slicing cleanly into his human’s forearm. Andy’s subsequent scream of pain sapped all fighting spirit from Chucky in an instant. A pang of cold dread claimed the robot’s little body as he immediately realized the gravity of what he’d just done. He’d hurt his Andy. Immediately, he went still, his expression twisting with remorse as he watched Andy nurse the wound. Stammering, he attempted to explain himself.

“A-andy...I uh...I thought that..th-that you would-”

Furious and in pain, Andy thoughtlessly screamed.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”

Their words cut deep, a sharp dagger of agony slicing into his core as he watched his owner suffer. This was pure torture. Knowing that HE had caused Andy pain. He was supposed to be their best friend, he was supposed to make them happy, he was supposed to-

Not thinking, Chucky blubbered, “I th-thought that you’d like it, Andy! I...I saw the movie and thought it would make you happy! Andy, p-please don’t be mad at me! I didn’t m-mean to hurt you, I swear! I… I just wanted to make you laugh...”

Andy drew silent at this, his expression softening as he watched Chucky panic and plead for forgiveness. Chucky hadn’t meant to hurt him, he could tell. But he HAD meant to hurt Pugg, if not outright kill him. And all for what? Some misguided attempt to impress him? Andy sighed after a long moment, his eyes shifting back towards the paused tv screen. Leatherface was dangling a bloody severed face in front of a horrified soon-to-be victim. Ok. So maybe he could understand where Chucky would get the idea for attempted murder. His gaze slid back to the shocked faces of Falyn and Pugg before resting on Chucky’s miserable expression once more.

It was a moment before he made his decision. Reaching down for the remote, Andy switched off the movie, bathing them all in darkness. He addressed Falyn and Pugg first, eyeing them apologetically as he gestured towards the door. “Guys, I’m going to have to ask you to leave for today. Me and Chucky need to have a serious talk right now. Alone.”

Nervous, Falyn bit her lip. “Are...are you sure you want to do that, Andy? I mean, Chucky DID just slice up your arm-”

Andy shook his head with a steely firmness in his gaze. “Yeah, I’m sure. He’s not inherently violent. He’s just...a little mixed up right now. You guys both know that he’s not like the other Buddi dolls-”

Swallowing hard and side-eyeing the downed toy with scrutiny, Pugg interrupted, “No shit. Most toys don’t try to fucking kill me. Seriously, Andy, you should get him checked out. Chucky being uncensored and all was cool at first, but this is way too fucking far.”

Andy gritted his teeth at Pugg’s harsh words as he noted Chucky’s worsening disposition; the doll looked like he wanted to die. “Exactly. He’s not like the other dolls. He has no filter. Which is why I need to have one on one time with him to clear some things up right now. I just...I really need to lay down some boundaries. So can you guys just...leave me to it for now?”

The two exchanged an uncertain glance before slowly rising to their feet. Falyn briefly put her hand on Andy’s shoulder, her voice low and urgent as she whispered, “Text me later today, yeah? I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t know that you’re ok.”

Andy bid her a mirthless smile as he nodded before giving her hand a brief pat, “Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

Pugg gave Andy a look suggesting that he expected the same, though he chose to remain silent as he followed after Falyn. The sound of the door opening and closing was the only noise in the apartment as Andy stood pondering, eyes glassy with thought as his blood continued to drip onto the floor. Neither dared to move, though Chucky noticeably winced with the sound of each droplet. It was a moment before he dared to speak, his voice soft as he implored his owner, “Does...does it hurt bad?”

The question broke Andy from his pondering, the boy sighing as he only squeezed the wound tighter. “No, Chuck...it doesn’t hurt too badly. Though I’m going to need to find some bandages for it to stem the bleeding.”

Immediately, Chucky leapt into action, sliding from beneath the pillow and making a beeline for the medicine cabinet. As he rummaged around, his dread only continued to grow. Andy was wearing that expression again. That awful pained lost expression that drove the robot mad with worry. It didn’t take long for him to find the bandages, the doll hauling ass on his stubby legs as he returned to the living room.

Andy had settled down into his beanbag, still nursing his weeping wound. He eyed Chucky with a sad smile as he noted their eagerness to make amends. The robot hesitated just before his feet, unsure as to whether or not Andy wanted them close at the moment. Andy was quick to reassure them, patting his lap as he gestured to his arm. “Come on up, Chucky. I’m not afraid of you. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

Relief colored the robot’s expression as he was quick to rush in, crawling into Andy’s lap and immediately dressing their cut. As they wrapped the bandages tight, however, Andy placed a hand on the doll, his expression pensive. “However, I know that I can’t say the same for everyone else around me. You were going to hurt Pugg, weren’t you? Just like you hurt Rooney.”

Chucky’s face fell, the little doll shuddering with guilt as he finished the knot and eyed his owner. “No...not like Rooney. I was trying to protect you from Rooney. With Pugg...I only wanted to make you laugh. You, you looked so happy watching that horror movie with your friends. Pugg even thought it was funny at first when I-”

Andy was quick to jump on his words, placing a hand on the doll’s shoulder, “Exactly, Chuck. At first. It was funny at first. Chucky, you’ve got to understand that I don’t want you hurting ANYBODY for my sake. Not if it’s to make me laugh. Not if it’s to protect me. You...you don’t know when you take things too far, obviously. If you want to protect me from the cat, just scare Rooney off whenever he comes into my room. If you want to make me laugh by imitating serial killers, just PRETEND to act like them. Do not ACTUALLY come after my friends with a knife and try to stab them. I was laughing at the movie because the violence was so clearly fake. The blood looked like ketchup. The acting was terrible and corny. It was funny because we all know it’s not real. The chainsaws aren’t real. The actors aren’t ACTUALLY getting cut up into pieces. Once the cameras are done rolling, everybody high fives each other and go take a lunch break. Do you get what I’m saying?”

Chucky blinked in confusion, a brow lifting as he tilted his head, “So...you liked it because you knew that nothing was real?”

Andy grinned, relieved to see that Chucky was beginning to understand, “You hit the nail on the head, buddy!”

The doll’s expression didn’t lighten up at the revelation as he pressed further. “But Andy...how am I supposed to know when to pretend? How can I pretend to not hate Shane or Rooney? How can I protect you when I can’t punish those who hurt you?”

Andy sighed as he ran a hand through the doll’s bright red locks. “Chucky...it’s not your job to be my avenger. I neither expect nor want you to act in violence on my behalf. Getting angry and lashing out only makes things worse. The best thing to do in these situations is to just vent about it and move on. Though, regarding Shane…” He trailed off as his eyes darkened. “Shane needs to go. Killing him isn’t the answer, though. Neither is hurting him physically, but surely we can drive him away through some other means. I don’t trust him, Chucky. I never have. Mom’s always had a shit taste in men. The last thing we need is to have an asshole like Shane in our lives for the long term.”

Chucky’s eyes burned with ire as he regarded the deep hatred in Andy’s own gaze. He still desperately wanted to get rid of Shane, but if his buddy outright demanded he didn’t, then he would obey their request. A moment of thought passed between the two before Chucky spoke again, “If I can’t end his life...maybe I can make it insufferable. I could blackmail him, even. Get dirt on him so your mom has no choice but to leave him.”

Andy blinked, staring flabbergasted at the doll. He had no clue that Chucky knew about things like blackmail. Though he couldn’t deny that the idea was genius. After all, Chucky was basically a walking talking surveillance system. Chucky could totally act as a spy and find out any damning nasty secrets Shane had. After a moment more of thought, he bit his lip with uncertainty, “But, Chucky...what about you? What if Shane finds you out before you can get any evidence? I’ve seen the way Shane throws you around...just how much abuse do you think your body can take if he tries to get rid of you?”

Chucky’s blue eyes flickered to red with surprising ease as he bid Andy a bitter smile, “I’ll manage, Andy. Kaslan products are built to last. Besides, if he attacks me...I’ll just “pretend” to hurt him.”

Andy’s expression fell at that, exhaling sharply as he eyed the hostile doll. “I...uh...I don’t know, Chucky. Maybe it would be best if we didn’t go through with this. There’s so many ways this can go wrong. Just...please explain to me what you think “pretending” to hurt someone is…”

Chucky’s expression screwed with thought, his gaze returning to blue as he tapped a finger to his chin. “Hmmm...how would kicking him in the shins and running off sound? Or taking a knife with me and almost stabbing him?”

Andy’s lips twisted into a grimace. “Maaaybe we should just put a pin in the whole blackmail idea for now, yeah? Though the general plan is pretty good. Tell you what. I’ll take you to get fixed so you can finally connect to the other Kaslan products like you’re supposed to and then we can worry about the blackmail. The last thing I want is for Shane or more importantly you getting hurt. You’re my best bud, a one-in-a-kind companion, and I don’t want to lose you.”

Chucky smiled at that, a genuine soft smile. “That sounds...really good, actually.” A lovely warmth burned in his chest at the notion of both being fixed and being valued so highly. Even after he’d hurt Andy, they were still willing to do so much for him. The reciprocated feelings of love and devotion were intoxicating. What’s more, that lingering sadness in their eyes was gone for the time being - replaced instead with a fierce determination. It was a wonderful sight to see.

The happy feelings only intensified as Andy pulled Chucky in for a tight hug, the robot sighing contentedly as he buried his face in his human’s shoulder. Though he already knew the answer, he still felt the need to confirm, “So...you’re not mad at me, right? I don’t have to go in the closet today?”

Andy snorted at that, only squeezing the toy tighter as he nodded, “No, I’m not mad. Especially now that we both are on the same page. Just...talk to me if you ever get the urge to be violent again, alright? I don’t want you doing something rash that could get you in big trouble.”

Chucky’s eyes dimmed as he, albeit reluctantly, nodded. “Ok, Andy...I’ll let you know.”

Andy pulled back with a relieved sigh, patting his friend on the shoulder before setting them down on the ground. He gestured to his room with a grin. “Thank fuck. Now...what do you say to a game of Pictionary?”

Eager to get the ball rolling again, Chucky nodded vigorously. “Of course, Andy!”

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Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: Work, work, work. And finally write. I SHOULD have time this coming weekend to post the next chapter, as well. So, the wait won’t be quite as long this time. If you want tagged, please send an ask or message so I am sure to see it. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

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Warnings: Sexual Tension. Porn descriptions. Pre-smut. Upcoming smut.

Word Count: Roughly 3,300

“Sam!” You shrieked. The high pitched rage echoed through the empty walls as you stormed forward. Out for blood.

You'd finally broke. It took three weeks. Three long weeks. But, he finally did it. Ripped away the self control you'd fought so hard to hold in place.

He'd put the snake in the toilet first. Using the ammo you'd unintentionally offered up on a silver platter. Although, Sam put his predecessors to shame. Ensuring not to injure the poor creature while torturing you. Seran-wrap held it away from the germ-filled bowl. A note warning the toilet was out of order left you to pick up the lid. Only to have the slithering beast come at you.

A large spider under your pillow. Crickets all over your room. Both came with notes to ensure their safety. But, didn't lessen the frustration.

Your favorite pair of shoes weren't safe. Nothing was sacred in the younger Winchester's eyes. He glued them to the floor. Leaving you with two possibilities. To fall. Or to go without until you could get them unstuck. You'd face planted.

Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash were filled with food coloring. You had purple tints to your skin even after scrubbing until the water turned to ice. Trying to focus on the fact that you were the better person got you nowhere.

And that wasn't the end to his tricks. He'd taken notes from the biggest trickster he'd- and the planet- had ever known. But, it was something ridiculously simple that made you lose that final shred of sanity.

He'd simply taken your favorite coffee creamer. Using the final bit himself. Then, he'd replaced it with water. The mildest trick in his little black note book.

Five minutes. That's all it took to level the playing field. A deep, roar of fury echoed down the hall. Without flinching, you leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Waiting next to the water main. It took mere seconds for him to locate you.

“Give me one- damn good- reason why I shouldn't strangle you.” He hissed out, stalking your way. Still dripping. Goosebumps raised along his flesh as he held his towel in place around his hips.

“You'd end up naked, and Dean would assume it was some kinky sex thing gone wrong. Then, you'd get all the blame.” You answered, letting your eyes skim over his soaked chest hair that trailed down to somewhere more promising. Your voice dropped even lower at the sight. “Breath play is making a come back, though...”

His skin was golden, taunt over the muscles. His anti-possession tattoo had recently been touched up, and stood out darkly across the wet flesh. His hair was slicked back, emphasizing that he'd run his hand through it from the frustration you caused.

The total package only served to raise your ire. He was stunning. The man even smelled amazing over the distance between you two.

“Not good enough,” Sam moved forward. Intent on murder after the briefest moment of thought. Too clear on what he planned for you to stand. “Dean's out.”

“You know what else wasn't good enough?” Came the question. All husky and filled with promise. Hazel eyes deepened at that. Nostrils flared. It was your turn to take a step his way. Stopping just as your shirt absorbed some of the water off of his body. “The water trick.”

Your hand came out and snatched the towel away from his waist. Bolting, you didn't wait for him to catch on. Using surprise to give yourself half a chance.

“Y/N!” His bellowing nearly shattered your ear drums.

You didn't turn back. The wet plod of his footsteps was too close. But, it wasn't good enough. You found your escape. A small zig zag bought you a single, crucial second. His hand missed the back of your shirt as you turned. Right into his room.

The door was slammed and locked before Sam could process what had happened. Breathing hard, you leaned against the wood. Laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation you'd found yourself in.

“When you get out, we're settling this!” He yelled out. His fists slamming into the wood; shaking your body in the process. You weren't completely sure what he intended by that comment, but surely it couldn't get worse than being chased by a naked, pissed off Sasquatch.

“Oh, what's this?” You asked loudly, seeing his open laptop resting on his covers. A rookie move if you'd ever seen one. “What's your password to your laptop?”

As you slid over to his bed, you made an ever better discovery. He hadn't locked it. “I swear to God, Y/N-”

“Oh god,” You wrinkled your nose. Realizing what was on the screen. A press of the mouse set the moaning off loud and hard. It didn't take long to find fault over the renewed slamming. “Dude, you need better porn! This chick's tits look like they're going to explode from all of the silicone!” You titled your head as you watched it switch perspectives. “Plus, the dude really needs to learn how to use his tongue better. I hope you weren't taking notes, Sammy!” You didn't get anything in response. Instead, the slamming ended. A heart attack was your logical response. Sure that even the healthiest of the healthy men couldn't handle the blood pressure you were certain he carried. “Sammy, Sammy.” You shook your head as the first moan left the too largely busted woman. She'd climbed over sir-can't-eat-a-woman-out's lap to begin riding him. “You naughty, naughty boy.” It was an impressive collection you'd discovered as you snooped. His folder held a number of suggestive names. The thumbnails were even more racy. Nothing compared to what you'd accidentally stumbled across when using Dean's laptop. However, still large enough to make you lift your brows. “Looks like I'm not the only sex deprived one...”

“That could have been fixed a long time ago.” The sudden proximity of his voice made you fly away from the porn in a hurry. Ready to flee for the second time. Sure your very life depended on it.

Only, there was a problem. Nearly six and a half foot of muscle blocked your exit. Slowly, you lowered yourself back to the bed. Keeping your eyes on him as you moved. Hoping the location would give you another chance to distract the beast.

A white t-shirt stuck to damp skin. Highlighting just how broad he was beneath the fabric. His hair still dripped. The jeans clung to his legs. But, he didn't seem to care. Too set on his hunt.

“Oh, yes.” You huffed, leaning your head onto your one hand as you looked up at him. Making yourself appear comfortable, despite being eager to flee. “Let me just agree to sleep with the very man that has done his best to either ignore my presence, or just torture me. The entire time I’ve known him. That couldn't possibly end bad for me.” Your sass was going to be the death of you if his flushed cheeks and narrowed, darkened eyes were any indication.

“Y...You preach about how I...I don't know a thing about you...While you kn...know everything there is to know about me,” He leaned his hip against his desk. Attempting to settle down. Watching for any sign you were about to bolt. Almost immediately, his composure was back. “But, then you go and say something ridiculous like that.” Don't look at the biceps, you chanted internally as he crossed his arms. You definitely peeked before forcing your eyes away.

“You wouldn't take advantage of that?” You snorted, growing defensive. He simply gave you a small, toned down, bitch face. Not bothering to dignify the question with any other response. “Okay, fine. Say I believe you.” Your tone let him know that wasn't remotely close to being the case. “What would I get from it?”

“Fantastic sex-”

“Arguable.”

“No more pranks.”

“Now, we're getting somewhere.” The mocking tone only earned an eye roll.

“Alright, then... What would your terms be?” He raised a brow. Daring you to give him something to work with. Your response was simply a raised brow of your own. Not buying into his bullshit all the way. “Theoretically, of course.”

“Of course.” The amendment was shit, and you both knew it. Pursing your lips, you thought it over. With a sigh, you decided to give him a little something. “First off? No strings attached. No emotions. Ever.” A brief pause settled between you two before you continued, “Not that it's a problem with you.” A wry grin graced that sinful mouth of his. Pleased with the turn of events. You turned away from the dimples to zero in on the hypothetical rules. “Second? Privacy. Dean, Bane, and Alice? They wouldn't have a clue. Ever.” The horror at just the thought of them finding out how low you'd fallen curdled your stomach. It was the ultimate deal breaker. “Third? No sleeping together or cuddling. Sex only.” It was surprisingly easy to list once you got going. “Fourth, minor pranking is allowed. They'd know something was up if it just stopped.” He nodded at that point. Seeing the wisdom in it. “Fifth-”

“You...You've made a whole list, and you're going to try saying that you haven't really considered it?” Sam cut in with a heavy snort. “You're something else. I don't even think stubborn covers it, anymore.”

“No freaky stuff.” You continued as if he'd never spoken up. Focusing in on the list. If you stopped, he'd take advantage of it. And you weren't prepared for that. “No blood. No choking. Nothing going in areas where they don't belong.” Your fingers ticked off each point. It wasn't that you were opposed to everything you'd listed. Simply that you were opposed to it with Sam. There was no pre-established trust. No grounds for safety. You wouldn't risk it. “I couldn't possibly trust you to tie me up, either, so that's out.” At the sigh of disappointment, Sam's shoulders seemed to widen. Noting how close he was to his mark. “No marks in visible locations. Too much of a give away. Definitely no recording. There's always the trope of a leaked sex tape, and I just am not about to let anyone see me getting down and dirty with you.”

“D...down and dirty? You cut out all the dirt,” He grinned, letting out a soft breath that doubled as a chuckle. Almost soft in nature, when you knew him to be anything but. “You wanna tell me what we can do, then?”

“This is all theoretical.” You reminded him. Falling short at being stern. Unable to even muster up a glare.

Truth was, you were losing your damn mind when it came to Sam Winchester. And were far too close to giving into the danger. You both knew it, even if you were struggling to keep it at bay. Too distrustful.

“Of course.” He waved for you to get on with it. More confident at that point than he'd been before. “Go on.”

The sass was ignored as the list came back to focus, “Sixth, condoms are an absolute must. It breaks? I get the morning after pill. Immediately.”

“You aren't getting an argument from me there.” Sam's eyes were a rich honey as they watched you hungrily. Taking in the way you shifted on his bed. Next to his porn. And at his mercy.

“Seventh-”

“Y/N...” The impatience took hold. His chest rose and fell harshly at the peak of your breasts. So close...and yet, so untouchable.

“Yes, Samuel?” You mocked, not letting your eyes meet his directly. Instead, you zeroed in on the light curl his hair carried at the ends.

“Are you done? 'Cause I've got a few ideas...” Sam moved forward, then. Slapping his palms down on his mattress. Forcing you to stare into the multicolored facets right in front of your face.

“Where's Dean?” Sitting up, the power shifted. Giving you some control over the situation, again. You weren't beneath him. Under his spell.

“He won't be back until late tomorrow.” Oh so carefully, he stalked your way. Not willing to let you dodge him. Delaying the inevitable for a second time.

“What's he doing?” The question was another stall tactic, but the Winchester was prepared. As your back brushed against the wall, he blocked the exit beside the bed.

“I'm betting that he's doing what you're putting off...” Hot gaze trailing over you, Sam took a step forward. But, it was too late. The damage had been done.

“Oh, that is not helping your case.” Thinking of your best friend banging a stranger broke the spell completely. Sam blocked your path. However, he didn't block the bed itself. You hopped up and over the mattress. Making your way to freedom. “Go back to your crap porn.”

“I'd rather go down on you.” That caught your attention in a hurry. Your head whipped around. Only to see him cross his arms. Daring you to take what he'd so blatantly offered.

“Hate sex never ends well.” You warned. Feeling your resolve crumbling. The Winchester had won. “You think we're bad now...wait until this is done.” Your fingers moved to grab your shirt and whip it off. Jaw clenched in frustration. The war between mind and body lost for the moment.

“So,” Sam's voice made you jerk your head up. Waiting to see his offer. “We don't do it.”

“Wait, what?” You weren't following. You'd just given in. He should have been pouncing like a wild animal. Not retreating.

But, Sam did, “Guess it's just you and me...” He pulled the laptop back his way. Without looking at you, he simply uttered one last order. “You can go, now.”

“You are the world's biggest dick!” An indignant squeal left you as you slammed out of the room. So sure that you'd been played.

“Right now, I wish that was true...” The hunter sighed, pushing the device from his side. If he was? He would've taken you right then and there. Instead, he'd signed himself up for an indefinite length of celibacy.

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“I figured it out,” Your voice broke through the world of Harry Potter as you entered the room later that night. Without missing a beat, the strip tease began. The pajama shirt you'd donned was tossed away. Leaving you in a frilly, lace thong that hardly covered what lay beneath it.

“Yeah?” He focused on the book instead of you. Or, rather, pretended to be. All of his senses were latched onto you.

“You wanted me to do the work.” You huffed out theatrically as you moved to the edge of his bed. But, that wasn't good enough. Oh no. That was only the beginning. Crawling onto his bed, you moved his way. Not stopping until you'd completed your goal: Straddling him.

“Oh really?” His book was dropped off to the side. Good ole Harry fighting the good fight simply didn't compare to an almost completely naked woman settled over his dick.

“Well, you probably wanted me to beg.” You shrugged, moving your hands to rub along his chest. So confident that it was criminal. A totally different woman than he'd had in his grasp earlier. “But, that just won't happen.”

It was more than just that. He'd wanted you to make the move. To make sure he wasn't just manipulating you into it. Ensuring you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Sam needed you to know that it was going to be entirely consensual. Something you hadn't quite realized you'd needed until that moment. And damn if it didn't make your heart squeeze just a little bit.

“Is that a challenge, Y/N?” He grinned, flashing those too big dimples your way. Simply pleased rather than his usual arrogance.

“If you think you can last...” You trailed off pointedly. Eyes meeting his directly. Making sure he knew that you hadn't forgotten that very first moment of pining.

Your finger lightly traced a pattern on his shirt- just over where his tattoo was etched. Two similar patterns had been needled into your own flesh. One on your hip, and one under your breast. The second hidden after a demon had thought to scrape away at the first.

“I...I...I know I can.” Came the breathy promise. Slightly nervy. He let his gun calloused hands rub along your bare thighs. Noting the way you arched into his touch that time rather than away.

“Glad you don’t doubt it.” Bending forward, you pressed your lips into his neck so gently it was criminal. The action letting your bare breasts brush against his t-shirt. Causing a shiver to travel through his body. “But, I'm going to need a little more convincing.” Your lips pressed against his throat again. Firmer this time. Sam's fingers dug into the meat of your legs. Grounding himself as best as he could to sanity.

“You're sure about this?” The question came through gritted teeth. Needing to hear you say the words. Not just imply it.

“Right now?” Again, your gaze came up to meet his. Letting him see the lingering doubts that hid behind the E/C. “This makes no sense...” A small moment of hesitation appeared. Leaving you almost vulnerable as you dipped your forehead to his. Still warring with the idea in that too full head of yours.

“Which is why it's so alluring.” Came his soft answer. Sam's hands left the skin of your legs to gently hold your cheeks. Tilting his head up, his nose brushed against the tip of your own. “Tell me you don't wanna, and this ends. Alright? But...if you do? It'll be alright. Promise...”

After a moment of silence, Sam finally got his answer, “Okay.” Nodding, you closed your eyes. Taking a second. Simply letting your breath mingle with his. When they opened? Sam knew you made your final choice. Slowly, your hands ran back over the thin material of his shirt. Biting your lip, you looked him over. Your hands reached back up to hold his face still. Giving yourself a moment to breathe before he could lunge. Back to the girl who'd walked in his door and knocked him off his feet. “I don't even know where to start with you, Winchester.”

“Y...yeah?” Another nod was all he got as you pondered over it. “Luckily for you?” Sam's husky voice captured your attention away from his thick chest. “I do.” With that, he tugged your body against his. Rolling you with a well practiced spin until you were pinned beneath him.

“You sure I won't suffocate down here?” Came the breathless whisper. Needing to have that final piece of confirmation that you'd be safe.

“Y/N...” The too large hand moved surprisingly gentle as it pushed a piece of hair away from your eye. Dimples in full swing. “Shut up.”

“Make me?” For once, Sam had no problems following your order...

Part Ten

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jacekwcn · 5 years

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𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐞.

[ VERNON CHWE, CISMALE, HE/HIM, 22 ] // filed under: ( JACE KWON ), student is a ( FOURTH YEAR ) from ( ENGLAND ) who specializes in ( CYBER OPS ). we believe they will be an asset because they are ( HONEST & LEVELHEADED ). however, we are monitoring them due to their tendency to be ( CALLOUS & SELF-SERVING ). at their basic state, they remind one of ( BASEBALL HATS WORN UNDER OVERSIZED HOODIES, SMOKING A JOINT ON THE ROOFTOP AT 4AM, A BRIGHT COMPUTER SCREEN ILLUMINATING A PITCH BLACK ROOM, KNIFE-CUTTING WORDS SPOKEN THROUGH A CHEEKY SMILE ). our ( ZERO ) has promise, but as we all know, brier isn’t for everyone. ✉ [ jocey, 23, est, she/her ]

what’s up party people?? it’s ya girl jocey. v excited to be here and can’t wait to write with everyone! jace is a new muse of mine, so soz if his intro is super shit & all over the place. hit that subscribe like button and i’ll slide into those dms to get the plot train rollinggg.

name : jace jihyun kwon nickname : sometimes j age : twenty-two gender : cismale sexuality : bicurious hometown : london, england

━ born to two brier alums, jameson kwon and victoria carter, whose a bit of a brier legacy herself. they were two of the brightest field ops agents in their year, who were later recruited to MI6 following their graduation. jace is an only child who learned very early on that there was a lot of pressure and expectations to live up to his parents. a majority of that pressure came from his parents themselves. ━ he didn’t necessarily have a bad childhood, but he also wouldn’t say he had much of one to begin with. he often felt like his parents had him just to have an agent of their own to train. because that was what it was like growing up. students were officially recruited to brier at the age of eighteen, but jace had been training for this quite literally his entire life. ━ from having the best tutors for various classes, including languages (korean, french, spanish & italian), to taking boxing and martial arts classes, his parents immersed him in a range of extracurriculars to prepare him for brier. it was clear that he was put on the path to end up in field ops like his folks, but it was in I.T. that he particularly excelled in. he hacked into all sorts of big corporations and a couple government agencies when he was barely 10. ━ his parents weren’t particularly enthused when he was accepted into the cyber ops speciality, but eventually they accepted that as long as he was out on the field, they were somewhat satisfied. this also meant that they still held out hope that he could switch into field ops one day. well, it’s now his last year and that has yet to happen. ━ does he even want to work in intelligence after graduation? that’s the million fucking dollar question, ain’t it? given who his parents work for, the answer should be simple, right? except jace has never been simple. his mind is more complicated than the coding that he writes, so the answer to that is a complicated tbd. if you ever ask him, he’ll always tell you to, “mind your own fucking business, mate,” with that annoying smirk of his. ━ his parents were never particularly warm, loving people. chalk it up to their jobs, i guess. he seemed to have inherited that aspect of them as well. everyone knows jace is an asshole. he may look friendly and approachable, but rest assured, he’s not. not everyone can be blessed with a resting bitch face, alright? don’t piss him off because he’ll threaten to erase your existence with just a few keys and he’ll do it with no qualms. ━ he is incredibly blunt and honest, especially when he doesn’t need to be. if you’re being a pathetic sack of potatoes, then he’ll tell you you’re being a pathetic sack of potatoes. but that also doesn’t necessarily mean he reveals the truth all the time either, especially when it comes to himself. being private and secretive is second nature to him, and he rarely lets anyone in. and he manages to do all of that with a cheeky ass smirk, so it’s kinda confusing if he’s really as mean as he comes off? but he is. ━ jace is smart. like, really fucking smart. he just doesn’t apply himself or show as much effort as he should, especially as of late. in fact, he likes to laugh at the overly ambitious and eager to please students. he’ll show up to classes and will generally do what he’s told, but he’s always doing the bare minimum to get by. but when it comes to field tests and exams, he somehow manages to pull some shit out of his ass and blow people away. ━ definitely a slytherin. idk lol felt important to say that?? ━ also his code name comes from binary numbers. y’know, zeroes and ones. IDK.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

BEST FRIEND ━ listen, jace is a complete asshat, but everyone needs a best friend, ok?? he hangs out and is often seen with this person the most because he doesn’t like to tolerate anyone else really. probably knows him pretty well. maybe they started at brier together. he could also have two besties and we can make this a trio?? adorbs. insp: this, this. taken by riku richetti, niomi hawkins, aurelia quinn MORAL CONSCIENCE ━ someone who’s the opposite of jace. you make him be a better person. ok, or more realistically, at least a more tolerable person. for whatever reason, he listens to you and he’s kind of even... nice to you?? teach him how to care about anyone other than himself and basically how to be a decent human being. insp: this, this, this, this. taken by beverly richetti MUTUAL HATRED ━ jace and this person just have this insane, strong mutual dislike/borderline hatred with one another. maybe it was a small incident that escalated over time, or idk. we can plot this out more lol. but basically, they butt heads all the time and every time they’re in a room together, everyone knows it won’t end well. insp: this. taken by sam bailey EX-GF ━ dated for a bit and broke up for whatever reason. all the details can be plotted out. i’m not too particular. maybe they’re incredibly similar and that’s why they vibed well and also inevitably broke up. or they’re too different. super down for all the angst too - lingering feelings, jealousy, late-night booty calls, etc. taken by lilia newport HOOK-UPS/FWBs ━ self-explanatory?? we can make this angsty too cuz i’m a hoe for angst. open for more than one! taken by sofia pedraza

^ unless they’re crossed out, i’m always open for more characters filling the wc, even if there’s someone filling it already! i’m also game for any plots not listed on here. these are literally just things off the top of my head, so plz plz plz feel free to suggest anything you have in mind!

#intro. ( jace kwon. )#brierintro

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boislut-neo · 5 years

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Bois list~!

You can find a full list of bois and girls at the bottom of the page~! ^^

Beacon Academy is a school to teach young bois how to be the biggest slut they can be. Every student is taught to worship cock, to worship the balls underneath it, and to know his place as a cumdump whore who needs a sweaty sack to rest against his face.

There are mandatory classes to teach the students everything they need to become the best set of fuckholes they can be!

Wanna see our best best girly bois dressed in yoga pants showing off their sexy bodies? Head on down to the Yoga class! There you can find groups of trained whores putting their ass’ into shape for your enjoyment, go ahead, have a feel! Pick a skank and fuck him in the middle of the class, make all the other sluts jealous you didn’t pick them!

There’s the pole dancing/lap dancing class where bois are taught the importance of workin’ it like a stripper! Watch those stupid sluts work the pole like they were born to~! Have a favorite? Tell him to shake that ass on your lap~! he’ll be happy to give you a lap dance, especially if he can feel your cock pressing against his plump ass~!

And then, there’s my favorite~! Twerking class~!! Watch, as the particularly bottom heavy sissies of beacon start shakin’ their ass’ to the beat of the music, showing just how willing they are to twerk for some fat cock~! Give their ass’ a nice hard smack, it’s practically a requirement~! Wanna make a boi really happy~? Whip out your cock and start slapping it against someone’s bouncing ass, make sure your meaty cock feels every jiggle as you do~!

Let’s not forget about our faunus bois~! They love wearing collars, they love getting led around on leashes, they love doing tricks. They love being stupid slutty pets for everyone~! Pet them when they’ve been good, spank them when they’ve been bad, make sure to use their faunus traits to your advantage~! Cat faunus have rough, textured tongues that feel great against your cock and balls, give it a try~! Remember, it’s not racist if they beg you for it~!

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Nora Valkyrie

Nora is an air headed bimbo with cock on his dumb little mind. Who needs smarts when you could have a nice fat cock in your ass~? Call him cutesy names like Baby Boi, Sweetheart, Faggot, Slut, Whore, he loves it! His last Daddy taught him that gropings were compliments and he should thank whoever smacks his ass as they pass by.

“Hello~ This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me~! Whatever that means. The others told me to say that~! They said I’d meet my new Daddy and that he’d make me feel extra good~! Oh! And Emerald told me to say, I hope my slutty body and plump little ass can make you cum lots~! Hehehe~ My last Daddy taught me what that one means~!”

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Emerald Sustrai

Emerald is a naughty little whore who needs to get his fat ass fucked till his legs start shaking and he’s begging for more. Use him, abuse him, call him a bitch, pull his hair, smack his ass. Hell, you can get away with slapping him across the face.

“This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me, make me regret it~ Want me to twerk for you? Tell me where to shake my fat ass~ You want a blowjob? You better make me suck your balls first~ You wanna fuck me? Tell me to spread my ass for that cock~ I want bruises, I want marks, I want people to ask me if I’m okay because you fucked me so hard! I don’t know how many times I have to say it! Use me! Fuck me! Spank me! I’ve been a bad little twink and I need someone to punish me~!“

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Neo

Can’t a guy make a little money doing what he loves~? Neo is a greedy whore, in every sense of the word. Coming up to about crotch height with just about everyone he meets, he loves when a cock flops out onto his girly face. Buy him and you can use him like a little fuckdoll~ Pick him up and fuck his tiny hole, he can take it~ A tiny beautiful slut with a fetish for being manhandled and abused! What’s not to love~?

Neo stood smirking, a sign in his hand “This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me. As long as you can afford me, I’ll be the perfect little pocket slut~!” Neo gave a wink, his hand making a lewd gesture as if jerking off a cock.

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Velvet Scarlentina

Poor little Velvet is Beacon’s very own big booty bullied bunny bitch~! Shy, cute, fun to bully, adorable when she cries, has a fat bunny booty built for spanking, a cute little face made for slapping, and is the perfect pretty little pain slut even if she cries and whines about it being untrue~! This sweet little hunny bunny loves having her rabbit ears yanked, practically cumming on the spot as she’s dragged into the men’s bathroom to be used as a cumdumpster, loves getting slapped and groped by every person that wants a handful of her fat, jiggly ass~! Tearing up from the deliciously vicious torment she gets everyday, sniffling and sobbing as her partner leads her around on a leash, selling her holes for pennies to complete strangers~!

Everyone knows the the little slut is acting, getting off to her own sobbing and begging as she’s treated like a piece of meat thrown to the wolves, acting like she’s being forced even as she signed up for it willingly, signed up to get treated like the filthy faunus slut she wants to be, crying like a little princess even as she gets drunk off of sniffing and sucking fat, sweaty nuts~! Yes, Velvet loves being the damsel in distress, the “unwilling* toy to get used and abused, to get smacked around, hands around her throat, called the worst things you could think of~! This sweet little bunny might just have a rape fetish, the poor thing~!

“…Th-…This is an invitation to-.. to do whatever the f-fuck you want to me.. Sniff! P-Please don’t pull my ears, they’re really sensitive.. I don’t-.. Coco makes me dress up like a complete whore, a-and she told me that if anyone tells me to shake my cottontail, I h-have to t-twerk for them and grind on their c-cock.. Please be gentle!”

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Pyrrha Nikos

Pyrrha is the master of the pole, the best dancer at Beacon, and an all around eager slut. This beautiful redhead came to Beacon to experience life a little differently, and has come to love his new life as a nutsucking whore. He just can’t get enough of how people stare at his slutty body hungrily while he works the pole like a cheap stripper, or how they stare at his voluptuous, bouncy ass while looking at him like a piece of meat~ This perverted champion was a virgin before enrolling into Beacon, and it wasn’t until his second night that he was finally broken in by the entire football team. Fresh out of practice, each one had a turn with the shy yet eager girlyboi, teaching him everything he needed to know about how to properly clean a sweaty pair of cumchurners.

On top of being the best poledancer the school has ever had, Pyrrha also finds himself as captain of the cheer squad, having joined the group the morning after his lovely greeting by the team. Now you can find Pyrrha in the locker rooms after every game, win or lose, ready to be the stress toy for the guys who haven’t even showered yet. And it was this constant exposure to big, sweaty, smelly men that lead the poor little slut to becoming Beacon’s biggest scent freak as well~

“Hello~! Th-This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want t-to me, Darling~! I hope we all get along wonderfully! Would you like for me to p-polish your balls~? Maybe you’d like for me to show you why the team calls me their personal goal post~? I-It’s because my legs are aways open~ Why not use my ponytail as a handlebar while you use and abuse my tight, hot, slutty little asshole~? please be as rough and forceful as you can~ Yank on my hair and smack my ass, make me your dirty little bitch~! I’m here to please, so use my body however you fucking want and stuff me full of you cum~! A-And if you don’t mind.. Could you please slap your cock all over my face and let my worship your balls~? I-I love doing that~”

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Penny Polendina

Penny, the adorably eager little slutbot, has been enrolled into Beacon as the prototype model for Altas’ soon to be announced line of sexdroids, and he’s very eager to learn how to be the perfect little slut he was designed to be~ A little airheaded, and too innocent for his own good, Penny will do just about anything you order him to, if he thinks it’ll teach him how to be a better fuckdoll~ From his fat little heart-shaped ass, to his perky little nipples and mini prick, this sentient sextoy was made to be the perfect set of holes for even the roughest of users~ This little bitch is incapable of feeling pain, does not have to breath, and was made with self heating, vibrating holes. Though he can twerk with the best of them, his blowjobs are his defining feature~ Now, this little redhead is very eager to learn how to be the best slut money can buy, doesn’t know how to say no, and loves making new friends. So why not grab a handful of his plush little bottom and do whatever you want to this cute little whore! Choke him, slap him, spit in his face, call him a useless pile of scrap metal! He’ll love every second of it, and say thank you with smile on his face~

As Beacon’s unofficial school mascot, Penny was the perfect fit for joining the cheer squad with his fellow redhead! Bubbly, adorable, perky, and looks damn fine in a mini-skirt, he’s the center of attention at any cheer practice session~! Everyone’s favorite thing to do with the little roboslut is to ‘flip his switch’, activate his slutty programming, and set it into overdrive~ Gone is the lovable, quirky little sweetheart, and in his place is one of the biggest sluts Beacon has ever seen~! Slut-mode Penny has no shame when it comes to dropping to his knees in a crowd, inviting everyone there to have a turn with his eager little mouth while he stares up with a look of pure, whorish hunger~ Penny won’t stop until he runs out of battery, taking groups of people all at the same time as they fill each of his holes. Some students even using him as a simple nut cleaner.

“Salutations! This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me, please help me learn how to be a slut! I enjoy anal, cumshots, and larger men! Before I came here, Mister Ironwood would use me as his personal sack warmer so I would sit under his desk for hours with his cock dripping on my face while I continuously suckled on his balls~ It always tasted so good, it’s now my favorite part of men to put in my mouth~! He also used to call me his good little sissy, so I love that as well! I’m well versed in all kinds of seduction and sex acts, so please specify what you’d like for me to do for you Sir~!”

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Ruby Rose

Little Ruby Rose is not as innocent as he looks, his Daddy made sure of that. While he may not be the most depraved, he definitely loves fat cocks and big yummy balls. He loves when big strong men treat him like a toy, picking him up, slamming him against a wall, and making him squeal like a whore. He may not have the massive tits that that bimbos usually do, but Ruby has an ass made for fucking, slapping, and groping.

“This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me! I can’t wait to make some new friends~! I love cookies, strawberry cake, and big fat sweaty cocks! I hope you like me calling you Daddy, ‘cause I really do! I know I’m kinda new to this, but this ass can take whatever you give~ Please fuck me extra hard, and maybe spank me while you pull my hair~? Please Daddy~!”

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Weiss Schnee

Weiss is not your typical bitchy rich boi. He loves big fat cocks to slap him across the face and have a pair of heavy balls rubbed all over it. He loves tarnishing the Schnee name by posting video after video of him taking the biggest cocks in every one of his little holes. He loves to service faunus cock and send the proof to her father.

“I hope you’re watching ‘Daddy’~! Watch your disgracefuly slutty son debase himself for all this fat cock! Ahem! This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me~! Make this privileged little bitch your dirty fucking cumdump and send all the vids and pics to *** ***-****! My ‘Daddy’ will probably want to kill you though!”

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Blake Belladonna

Blake Bellabooty, the kitty cat cock slut. He has one the best ass’ around, and he knows it. Yoga pants, booty shorts, thongs, anything to make his fat ass the center of attention. He loves twerking his ass for pretty much anyone who asks. He especially loves shaking it on someone’s lap, grinding his bubble butt right up against a hard throbbing cock. Blake has a rivalry going on with Emerald, both of them believing they have the most fuckable ass, which usually leads to a twerk battle with both of them taking off clothing as to get more votes. By the end they’re always completely naked in public, bouncing their booty’s and showing off their holes for the crowd while begging for votes and cock.

“This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me. I like petplay so ask me for my collar and leash~ I love having huge cocks fucking me into a little slutty mess while someone spanks my fat ass. And yes, it is a fat ass. My ass, the Bellabooty, was made to get fucked, made to be used~”

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Yang Xiao Long

Yang is a total party slut~! He’s the life of every party and orgy he can get into to, the center of attention. You can find him dressed to the nines in slutty clothes, shaking his ass for anybody who asks while offering his body up for public use~! A total daddy’s boi, he can’t get enough punishment.

“This is an invitation to do whatever the fuck you want to me~! I love parties, cum, cock, and anybody who want’s to be my daddy~! I just wanna live life like the slut I am and suck some fat sweaty dicks whenever I can~! Come on, let me dance for you, whip that cock out, let’s have some fun~!“

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(I’ll be doing the same thing for all the bois at some point)

Girls to bois: Ruby Rose Weiss Schnee Blake Belladonna Yang Xiao Long Nora Valkyrie Pyrrha Nikos Penny Polendina Ciel Soleil Cinder Fall Emerald Sustrai Neo Salem Glynda Goodwitch Coco Adel Velvet Scarlatina Neon Katt Winter Schnee Kali Belladonna Sienna Khan Ilia Amitola Fembois: Neo (I just really like the idea of him being a trap~!) Jaune Arc Lie Ren Sun Wukong Oscar Pine Whitley Schnee Adam Taurus Mercury Black Roman Torchwick Qrow Branwen (A drunk trap!) Ozpin James Ironwood

[This is a work in progress! Not all of them may stay! I might have missed some, just assume that if I’ve posted about them on my main blog, they’re allowed here to!]

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waywardnerd67 · 5 years

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The Void

Summary: (Y/N) does everything in her power to fill the void that was created on one drunk night of bliss. When nothing works, she must be rescued by the one she desperately wants to forget. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Sexual Assault/Smut (Consensual)/Fluff Ending Word Count: 2137 GIFs Submitted by: @dean-winchesters-bacon (because she is my go to person for inspiration) A/N: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

(Y/N) gave herself one last look in the mirror satisfied with how she looked. This was her fourth weekend out with the girls trying to catch the attention of any man she could. Her black, leather mini skirt barely covered her ass and the cherry red heels she had on made her legs go one for models. She paired it with a cherry red tank top a size smaller than normal to show off her boobs and curves.

Her hair cascaded down her back and she put the finishing touches on her dramatic make-up making her (Y/C/E) eyes demand attention. Her lips were a deep red begging for someone to kiss her hard and smear it right off. (Y/N)’s heels clicked on the concrete floor as she passed by the one man’s bedroom who could make her instantly weak in the knees.

A loud whistle called to her from his room and she smiled leaning against his door frame. He was sitting at his desk reading something on his laptop, “Damn sweetheart, you don’t have to get all dolled up for me.”

She rolled her eyes, “Ha. Ha. Why would I get all dolled up for you? You’ve already seen my goods and passed on them. You’re loss, sweet cheeks.” (Y/N) put on a good front but deep down the void she had been trying to fill this last few weeks with one-night stands and booze was all Dean Winchester’s fault.

“Ohhh, alright, alright. No need to kick a man when he’s down.” Dean said standing up holding his hands up. His piercing olive eyes bore into hers, “Seriously please be careful going out tonight. I really don’t want to have to come out and beat some guy up for disrespecting you. Hear me?”

His genuine concern soften her tough girl act, “I promise Dean, I’ll be careful. Don’t wait up.” She said touching his forearm affectionately.

“I always do for you, (Y/N/N).” he called out as she smiled walking off towards the garage.

Their usual bar was packed since there was a band playing. They were dancing and drinking the night away. A tall, dark and handsome man made his way over to her laying down a cheesy pick-up line that made her laugh. (Y/N) and mystery man were going shot for shot in between grinding against one another on the dance floor.

He led her outside to the small parking lot behind the loud bar. She needed to tell her friends that she was out there, but he had her pinned against a car within seconds of being outside. “Hey handsome… I need to go back in for just a moment.” She said sweetly kissing his cheek.

The moment she tried to move he slammed her against the car, “How about you stay right here and take care of me like the good little slut you are.”

Panic flooded her body as he held her against the car while undoing his pants. “Get off me! Let me go!” she yelled out praying someone would hear her.

The feeling of his hand hitting her cheek bringing a metallic taste into her mouth stunned her into silence, “Shut the fuck up, bitch. Damn it, I have blood on me now. Useless piece of ass anyway.” He pushed her to the ground putting himself together leaving her there.

(Y/N) did not know how long she was sat on the ground shivering until one of her friends found her bringing her back inside. She sat at the bar until after closing, the bartender promising her friends to get her home safely. The bar was completely empty until the door slammed open revealing a worried Dean charging in.

“(Y/N), what happened?” he asked looking her over. Gingerly touching her bruised cheek, she winced unable to speak. Tears were slowly slipping down her face as Dean spoke to the bartender.

“One of her friends saw her go out with a douchebag and when they were leaving one of them found her curled up on the ground. I don’t know who the guy was, but I sent everyone else on their way and called you. She hasn’t spoken a word, Dean.” He explained tossing keys at him and grabbing his jacket.

Dean walked behind the bar grabbing a bottle and pouring two drinks, “(Y/N/N) you have to talk to me. I know something has been going on with you lately and I can’t help unless you talk to me.”

(Y/N) snapped her eyes up at him a million thoughts running through her head and suddenly they were spewing from her lips, “Help me?! HELP ME! It’s your damn fault I’m even in this mess to begin with!”

He stopped mid drink from her outburst, “How is this my fault? I didn’t hit you but if you tell me who did then I will take care of the son of a bitch!”

(Y/N) shakily stood up kicking off her heels in order to keep her balance. “You don’t even remember! One drunken night of sex with your live in best friend wasn’t even all that rememberable! Except for me because I remember every touch, moan, word you said. Then you acted like it never happened leaving me with this huge void to fill!”

She was breathing heavily as she leaned over the bar, “And you know what? I can’t fill it! No amount of booze and one nighters will fill the emptiness you left me with! Now, I’m just some useless piece of ass that no one wants! Especially YOU!”

She was breathing so heavy that she was dizzy gripping the bar tightly. Dean stared down at her before speaking, “I remember everything.”

Her hands began to tremble as she became light headed, “That makes it even worse.” Everything went black.

(Y/N) woke up with her head pounding and her cheek aching. When she tried to move she felt a weight tighten around her waist. Blinking a few times, she looked down to see an arm wrapped around her and she followed it up to see Dean’s peaceful sleeping face. A dreadful feeling washing over her as she realized she was in nothing but a t-shirt of his.

“Five more minutes…” he mumbled as she tried to remove his arm from her.

She swallowed hard, “Uh… Dean, I think I should go to my room.” She whispered feeling him shake his head against her.

“Nope.” He muttered pulling her closer to him.

She rolled carefully over to face him as he slowly opened his eyes. Dean was the fiercest hunter in the world but also the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. Her heart painfully started to ache the longer he held onto her.

“Dean, y-you’re just making this tougher for me and breaking my heart more.” She whispered looking down at his bare chest.

Gently he lifted her chin, “How am I breaking your heart?” he asked with a pure curiosity.

(Y/N) took in a shaky breath, “I know you don’t have feelings for me. Our one night together was nothing, but to me it… it was everything. It was everything I’ve ever been missing in my life and the fact that those feelings are not returned breaks my heart.”

Tears formed in her eyes as he stared at her silently. Her heart began to pound in her ears as he leaned in towards her, “D-Dean…” she said cautiously backing away.

“(Y/N), I’m not go at expressing myself with words. Please let me show you how I feel. Let me take away all this pain I’ve caused you.” He whispered before pressing his lips to hers.

She melted into his embrace as he rolled her over onto her back. He gently kissed her bruised cheek making his way down her neck. His rough hands drifting up her shirt as she lifted up for him to take off of her. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured against her skin.

His warm mouth covering her nipple as his hand kneaded her other breast. She arched her back pressing them further into his touch. He switched making sure each one had equal attention from his mouth. (Y/N) ran her hand down his firm body slipping into his boxers and slowly stroking his hardening length.

“Oh… Dean.” She moaned as his fingers leisurely ran along her slick lips.

He was kissing under her ear uttering, “I missed your touch so much, sweetheart.”

“Dean!” she cried out as he slipped two fingers into her aching core.

Nothing he was doing was hurried. He pumped his fingers in and out at a steady pace building the pressure up deep within her. She was trying to keep pace with him stroking his thick cock. He would nip at her neck and push himself into her hand.

“(Y/N), I need you. I need to feel you all around me. Please sweetheart.” His eager beg had her nodding her head adamantly.

He withdrew his fingers making her whimper as he quickly pulled off his boxers before settling between her legs. She watched as his tongue darted out the corner of his lips in concentration as he aligned himself with her. His head rested against her shoulder as he groaned pushing slowly inside of her.

He was still as he panted against her neck, “This moment scared me when it happened a month ago. This feeling of being complete and happy terrified me.” Dean rolled his hips against her.

She gripped his shoulders tightly moaning as he continued to confess his feelings, “T-To feel this full and perfect with another person who is my best friend. The one person I care more about than even my own brother.”

His pace was picking up as he held her closer slipping his arms around her back. Suddenly, she was being lifted up as he sat back on his knees. Sitting her down, sinking deep within her. “Oh… god, Dean…” she called out.

“I’ve never wanted anyone else more than you. I don’t want to disappoint you or hurt you. But I knew I was in love with you in the moment and things could never be the same.” He was moving her along his shaft and she began meeting his thrusts.

“I love you, (Y/N). I was scared to ruin us so I ran, but not now. I need you so damn bad.” He was holding her so tightly laying her back down thrusting feverishly into her. “I just need you, right now. Need you…”

(Y/N) could feel he was close as she was too. The coil in her core ready to snap at any moment. His whole body was moving against hers creating a wonderful friction pushing her further to the edge. “D-Dean… need you please! Oh god, need you now!” she cried out coming hard.

He was snapping into her chasing his own release as she rode out the waves of her own orgasm. “Fuck, (Y/N)… FUCK!” he called out against her neck as his body trembled through his release. They were both panting as he lifted himself slightly pushing into her again making her whimper.

“I love you.” He said his eyes wide and vulnerable.

She pulled him down kissing him as he pulled out of her making her groan into his mouth, “I love you too, Dean.”

Two weeks later (Y/N) and Dean were out with a couple of her friends along with his brother, Sam at their usual bar. Her friends were gushing over how gorgeous Dean was and how jealous they were of her landing a boyfriend like him. She was grabbing another drink when she spotted the guy who roughed her up.

“Holy shit, Dean that’s the guy.” She said pointing over the man hitting on the woman at the other end of the bar.

Dean’s eyes narrowed, and he pulled out a wad of money handing it to the bartender, “Sorry you’ll need this later.” He said making his way down to the other end.

(Y/N) watched as he hauled back and punch the man in the face. “That is for hitting my woman.” Another punch landed in the man stomach, “That is for trying to force her to have sex.” Finally, blow came from his foot connecting with the man’s privates, “And that is so you will never hurt another woman again.”

Dean dragged him out of the bar tossing him out onto the sidewalk and walked back in with a crowd clapping for him. (Y/N) was standing with her hands on her hips trying to look mad, “Was that necessary?” she asked.

“Yes, yes it was, and you know what you love me even more for it.” He said with a cocky smirk on his face.

She laughed throwing her arms around his neck, “You’re damn right I do.”

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 2

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1*

Word Count: 3k

Plot: Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

You are unphased and not listening when you get up and see this 6’0 man picking up his drink and turning towards you. He makes his way to the side table, and your heart literally stops pumping for a split second from the anxiety. He hasn’t seen you yet and he could easily leave very soon without your acknowledgment, What if he doesn’t recognize you? The L’s you could take outweigh the dubs by a mile.

You get up to go get an unnecessary sugar packet.

“Excuse me,” you say.

He looks to you and gives you a crooked smile.

“Ahh, how are you today, Ms. Macchiato.” He says while stirring his coffee.

You spontaneously start ovulating at his title for you. He remembered your order, and made it a pet name for you!

You smile goofily as your heart threatens to fall out of your chest, “Yeah, that’s me! How have you been….Thomas?” Your voice rises an octave as you coyly played like you couldn’t remember one of the few things tied to him from your one engagement.

He furrows his brow at your statement. “Ohh, you must have me confused with some other American coffee drinker.”

“Oh? So that accent makes you from where, Boston?”

You both laugh. Your mouth is getting dry from anxiety, so you sip your drink.

“Gah! Fuck!” You sputter some of the liquid down your chin, tongue hanging out fanning it. The drink was scalding hot still.

‘Thomas’ gets a napkin and hands it to you, concern clouds his face.

“Are you all right? Should I go get you some water or…”

Heated with embarrassment noe more than the coffee, you shake your head trying to speak clearly. “It’th fine, thankth.” You say with a scalded tongue.

“Please, sit a moment. I’ll be right back.” He touches your arm to guide you back to a table and makes his way to the register. You keep fanning yourself, mortified by your not so graceful behavior.

“Ok, come on, get your thit together. You are a queen goddeth. Anyone would be lucky to dick you down proper.”

You take a deep breath and look off to one side and see an old white woman shaking her head looking at you. Of course that last sentence would come out clear as a bell, but you gave her a look of ‘and?’ while she continued eating her oatmeal.

‘Thomas’ comes back with cold Fiji water, cracking it open before handing it to you.

You take it in you hand with shock clearly displayed cross your face, ‘Thomas’ sits down across from you and notices your expression immediately.

“Is something wrong with it? Is something in it?” He leans to look at the bottle clutched in the hand.

Why did he have to be so cute when he scrunches his face with worry? You snap out of it and try to relax again. “No, it’th juth uh, you know they have free water cupth, right? Like, you didn’t have to pay for one”

He waves his hand in protest, “It’s nothing. I mean, you don’t need lukewarm tap water, this is better for you.”

You say before taking a sip, “Well that was very thweet of you. I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about that. I can’t standby while you’re in pain. Though, the temporary speech impediment is kind of cute, I must say.”

“What do you mean? Thith ith my real voice. I wath juth trying to impreth you with perfect diction last time.” You say, blowing your coffee, batting your eyes.

He chuckles, “Right, and I’m from Boston.”

You smile and look out the window for a second. The high you feel from being in his company makes it hard to come back down to the reality that you have to make conversation, and you’re suddenly lost for words. You want to know more about him but don’t want to come off as nosy or interrogative, or too eager, though you could smile at him giddily all damn day But this is a cute guy, who is clearly attentive, splurging on some fresh H2O. Ask him something! Get some personal shit out the way!

You face him to see his round, gorgeous eyes looking at you. You can’t read his expression before he looks down at his coffee again.

“What is your name, by chance? I don’t think I got it before.” he asks before puckering his lips, that look like they’ve never known ash, to take a sip.

“Oh, it’s (Y/N)” you say.

“Ah, (Y/N) that’s a beautiful name. It doesn’t seem too difficult to me.”

You practically melt at him saying your name. You’d never want a different one long as those lips spoke it.

“Well, it shouldn’t be. But people sense something has more than 2 syllables and their mind just flips.”

“Does it have any meaning behind it?”

“Mmm, not that I know. I’d have to Google. But all I know is my mom just liked it. But what about you, ‘Thomas’?” You say with a goofy grin, resting your chin on your hand.

“Yes, my name is T’Challa.”

“T….Challa?”

“Yes, that’s right! First try!” He holds his hand up for a high five.

The world seems to go into slow motion when connecting your palm to his. His hand is a skyscraper compared to yours, trying to memorize the feel of his hand through the little contact you had.

“What can I say, I’m a pro!”

“Very nice. Impaired tongue and all!” He pauses a moment before continuing, “Have you got time for a walk around to get some air? It’s so beautiful outside. May be nice…”

You look at your phone and see you should've been back at your desk 15 min ago.

“Uh… actually I do need to go…”

“Bast! Well that’s ok. Maybe our paths can cross again in the future?”

Your face fallen, “Yeah, hopefully so. Thanks again for the water…”

You start to get up and leave, “Ah, Miss (Y/N)?”

You turn to him, “Mhm?”

“Do you think I could call you sometime? If it’s not too forward, we could arrange meeting outside of your work hours so it’s more convenient?”

You heart jumped into your throat at the proposal. He’s asking for your number!

“Sure thing! I would love that. Just let me know or I’ll call you whichever. Cool!”

You back up to leave before you add anymore positive phrases to your long phrase affirming his invitation.

You step out the door of the shop and do a little Tiffany Haddish ‘she ready’ dance. You couldn’t wait to fill Tavia in on the details. T’Challa, T’Challa, the name just rolls off the tongue.

“Miss (Y/N)! I thought you trying to dine and dash but …”

T’Challa was standing behind you for God knows how long, struggling to hold back his smile.

You straighten up, mortified. Could he possibly be any more handsome and you be anymore a dork?

“Oh, no. Um, what do you mean?” you stammer, folding your arms to look semi-normal.

He pulls out his phone. “We actually need each others numbers to call each other right?”

You still didn’t exchange numbers! Thinking of how much of a mess you are you say, “Yeah, sorry! Of course, allow me.”

You take his phone and type it in with your name saving it.

Handing it back, T’Challa takes it and puts it in his pocket, eyes never leaving your face as he gives you a closed mouth smile.

“You have a good rest of your day, (Y/N). I look forward to connecting with you soon.”

He turns and strides down the sidewalk away. As much as you hated to see him go, you loved watching him leave. Was the dip in his gait put on or natural? Either way, you loved it.

Later that day you go home, light as a feather. You lowkey hate how some male attention could give you such an array of hormonal bliss that you felt like a traitor to the sisterhood.

Your roommate hadn’t gotten home yet so, you take the time to cook yourself some food, even though your hunger was honestly minimal. Whenever you got really excited in any emotional direction, your appetite just goes south. But you earned a meal today, so why not celebrate with dinner. You look up a bookmarked recipe on your phone for some baked chicken with steamed vegetables and curl up to some Grown-ish as you work. The episode with Yara Shahidi’s character obsessing over the relationship status of her and Cash was queued up. Seeing her send literally 30 text messages to Cash saying an unintelligible number of things made you cringe hella heavy. Why would she get caught up with a college athlete anyway? You knew where this episode was going, as you turn back to seasoning your food.

While binge watching, you only eat about half of your food, which is better than nothing. You have more energy than you know what to do with though, so with the extra living room space, you decide to knock out a little yoga to center yourself. Laying out your mat and queueing up YouTube you switch to a yoga channel for beginners and put a chill playlist on shuffle. You close your eyes as the instructor tells you to be present in today’s practice, breathing deeply and exhaling equally. The practice started off simple enough with some cat-cows and downward dogs, but the intensity picked up soon once some planks and chair poses were thrown in. You perspired like a Pinocchio meeting a woodpecker but pushed through each pose with a little motivation in your head. If T’Challa could see me now. Each challenge you faced, you thought of him being under you while you planked, over you while you did a bridge. Once the poses were over you’d curse yourself for being so silly but hey, it worked.

During the cool down, the instructor tells you to get into happy baby pose, which you welcome with a deep sigh, wiping your brow. You didn’t expect such an intense workout, so luckily you didn’t go ham on your food.

You hear the lock turn on the door, and in walks in Tavia.

“Well damn, bitch, am I interrupting something?!”

You look between your legs at Tavia, “Nah girl, I’m almost done.”

“You sure? Cuz looks like you just getting started to me. Why are you spreading your legs for anyone who walk in here?”

You roll out of your pose, grabbing your water. “Nothing, it’s been a minute since I got my mat out so…” you say taking a sip.

Tavia takes a seat in a easy chair across from you, taking off her shoes. “Mmhm, so what else is it bitch, cuz the fact that you ain’t posted up here smashing some cookies, watching Chocolate City or some other trash got me almost concerned.” She says, faking her best concerned face.

You roll your eyes, “It’s nothin! Really, but I mean, I may have ran into someone today, but that’s not why I’m over here ‘pussy poppin’’ like you say.”

“Uh-uh. How juicy is this? I was drinking tonight anyway but lemme know should I grab my bottle right now?”

You look at her sideways and give a slight nod.

Tava screams like the Holy Spirit just caught her as she runs with her hands raised over to the fridge. She gets out her moscato and runs back to her seat.

“Uh, I don’t get a glass?” You ask offended.

“No ma’am, you got talking to do. You can’t talk and drink at the same time.” Tavia says with a tongue pop.

“ANYWAY, so I’m going to the coffee shop on my break, right?” You say excitedly.

“Right, ‘break’.” Tavia says clutching the bottle while doing air quotes.

“Listen, plenty of them folks go and do whatever on company time. I need some caffeine to get through the mess.” You say defensively.

“Whatever, continue!”

“Ok, so I’m getting my shit, and just as I’m bout to leave, HIS order gets called.”

“Who??!”

“Thomas!”

Tavia’s body melts into the chair as she exclaims, “Whaaaaa??”

“YES! By the way, his name is T’Challa.”

“BITCH, you talked to him??”

With a little dance you confirm, “Hell yeah, fucking right!”

Tavia gets up to do a quick celebration twerk with you, passing the bottle. “Go head girl! Ok, so how did you go up to him? What did he say?”

Your face hurt from all the cheesing, “I just walked past him and he was like, ‘Hey, don’t I know you?’ and I said, ‘I hope so, cuz trying to know you.’ And eventually he remembered, so we got a table and talked about real surface level stuff, then I told him I gotta go back to work, so he was all ‘Well, I can’t have you walk out here without seeing you again. Put your number in.’ So I did, and that’s really about it.” You say content with your ‘story’.

Tavia was on the edge of her chair during your entire explanation until she said, “You gave him your number?”

You nod proudly, “Mhm!”

Tavia throws her hands in the air, “Girl! You ain’t gonna be nothing but a booty call then.”

Ou screw your face up at this admission. “Whatchu mean? He ain’t hood actin’, I just gave you the clipped version of how it went down. Why you think that?”

Tavia sighs, “You gotta get his number, so you have control. But since it’s the other way around, you gonna be waiting for him to call, and then when he does at 11pm, you gonna be showing off your wingspan and upset cuz he ain’t called you since.”

“Tavia, calm down. It ain’t even been a day. I’m not tryna wild like that, and he don’t seem the type.” You say with less spirit than before.

“And if that’s what you wanted, you know I’m down for you; hit a split on the dick shawty act up! But I know you for real want some committed peen, so I’m just giving you worst case before it slaps you in the face, ok?” Your good vibes from earlier are coming down faster than guillotine so you decide to dismiss yourself.

“Don’t be upset girl. You still did your thing, and milk him for all it’s worth either way. Hate the game, not the player!”

You roll your mat up and go back to your room. Your eyes go straight for your phone. You think back to the articles you read on dating. People usually wait 3 days to call right? Or is that just after the first date? What’re the rules for the phone exchange? He could’ve texted you right there to have his number, but he didn’t so, could Tavia be right? And if she was, is it so bad? Dick is dick, and it sure hasn’t been present in your life.

You go to pick up your phone, opening up to the main menu.

Missed Call (1) Voicemail (1)

Your heart thumps in your chest as you check the number. It’s just digits, not one of your known numbers. You walk across your floor couple times before listening to the message, calming yourself down and for the first time hoping it was just a bill collector. You select the number and dial before closing your eyes to center yourself like the yoga instructor told you. A few rings pass before you realize what you may have done.

“Hello?”

Your pulse literally stops as your eyes fly open at the voice on the other line. You accidentally hit call back instead of call voicemail.

“Miss (Y/N) Is that you?” T’Challa says.

“Yeah, hey, how are you doing?” You say in as steady voice you can muster as you pull at your hair in frustration.

“I missed you earlier. Uh, your call, I mean. Well, I called you. Did you get my message?”

So that was him on that voicemail. You didn’t want to lie but you didn’t want to look weird calling without context either.

“Uh, yeah. I did. Thanks for calling by the way.”

He could’ve called to say he didn’t want to see you again.

“Please, I should be thanking you for offering your time. So do you know when you would like to do it?”

Heat crawls from neck to your cheeks, out of your pits, from your nani, all at once. Do what?! Is he inviting you somewhere or asking a favor?

“Uh, how does Saturday sound?” You freeze at the anticipation of his answer.

“That’s great! I have no problem with that. We will try for 5pm?”

You nod like he can see you before responding, “Yeah, that’s good to me. I can’t wait.”

You could practically hear T’Challa smiling as he said, “Wonderful. Forgive me for the time of the hour, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

You sit on the bed to keep from falling under your buckling knees. “Not at all, I was just turning in so I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

“You’re too kind. I will see you then, if not at the shop first! Good Night (Y/N).”

“Good night T’Challa.” You press the red symbol and take the deepest breath you’ve done all day. How erotic did that sound ‘goodnight, T’Challa’? Geez just call him back to come over and get it over with already, you thought.

You turn off the light and lay in your bed electrified with that same energy from before. You almost forgot, but you pick up the phone and push for voicemail this time and listen:

Hi, I hope this is the right number. (Y/N), I’m just calling to see if you would come with me to the music festival this weekend. I don’t know if you heard about it or if it is your thing, but it sounds like a nice time. We could just walk around, enjoy the sounds. Uhh, just let me know when you get the chance, or I may see you at our favorite place. (laughs then clears his throat) Umm, but yeah, sorry for the long message. This is T’Challa by the way. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your phone prompts you to save or delete the message and you carefully save it before you listen a couple more times. Putting your phone away you turn on your side, squeezing your legs together to bring yourself back down again. You remind yourself that this is still just nothing more than two people meeting up at a public place with a bunch of other people. No one has claimed nobody yet. But like Tavia said, gotta milk it for what it’s worth, and how you feel right now is pretty damn priceless.

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assholemurphy · 6 years

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‘Til Action, Lust : Chapter 5

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The 100

Murphamy

Explicit

Summary:

Having just recently turned eighteen, Murphy decides it’s time he finally visit the Bunker, Arkadia’s BDSM club, in search of a dom. He manages to find one in Bellamy Blake, charming and sweet and prettier than any man has a right to be, in Murphy’s opinion. But after getting arrested vandalizing a cop car, Murphy’s brought down to the station where he runs into someone very familiar. Turns out Bellamy’s a fucking cop. Sleeping with a cop breaks every rule Murphy’s ever set for himself. He’s an anarchist, a rebel, a delinquent, and there’s nothing he hates more than a cop. So, he shouldn’t want Bellamy now, right? Except he does, but Bellamy has rules, too. He doesn’t consort with criminals. So, Murphy has to choose between Bellamy and his illegal extracurriculars. It’s an easy choice, but following the rest of Bellamy’s rules won’t be so easy. It’s not easy for Bellamy, either, because just when he’s gotten used to handling Murphy, he realizes he might actually be falling for him. Which sucks for him, because their relationship is purely built on sex, right? Maybe not, but just when he’s got things under control, they meet a switch named Atom that turns their world upside down all over again.

Beginning

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Murphy was busy filling out college applications –something he should have started doing in high school, but with the guidance counsellor giving up on him, he’d never gotten the chance and now had to do it on his own- when he got Bellamy’s text telling him to meet him at the station if he wasn’t busy. Technically, he was busy, but he didn’t really care. He couldn’t write one more personal essay or forge another letter of recommendation -which he figured fell under more of a moral grey area than outright criminal activity- without pulling his hair out. He needed a chance to let go of some of the stress and fucking Bellamy would give him the outlet he needed right now.

Honestly, he was a little surprised Bellamy had texted so soon. It had only been a couple of days since Bellamy had fucked him, but he wasn’t about to complain. Nor was he going to say no.

He quickly sent a text back, saying that he’d be there in twenty before grabbing his jacket and leaving his apartment, pulling the door hard so he could lock it because the mechanism was broken, like most things in his apartment. He kept asking the landlord to fix them, but it never happened. All he got was a promise to call the repair guys and a greasy smile that made his skin crawl. It wasn’t worth pursuing anymore, so he’d found other ways to deal with the problem.

His bathroom light was held onto the ceiling with duct tape, electrical tape covering up the exposed wires. It still took a few tries to turn it on sometimes, though. Two of his burners didn’t work and his fourth stove knob had been glued back on with superglue, but it still got stuck on high sometimes and Murphy wondered if it would matter if he let the whole place burn down. The air conditioner kicked on randomly, so sometimes he’d wake up freezing and have to kick it a few times to get it to shut off, which only partly relieved his frustration.

And then there was the door lock, which had gotten broken when his next door neighbor’s ex had tried to break into her apartment but had been one off and kicked Murphy’s door open, to which Murphy had responded by tackling him and beating the shit out of him because he’d assumed he was trying to rob him, not that Murphy really had anything worth stealing except the roughly eight hundred dollars he had stashed in his mom’s old jewelry box on a shelf in his bedroom. It probably wasn’t the safest place, considering a jewelry box would be the first thing searched in the event of a break in, but he needed an excuse to keep it that didn’t paint him as an overly sentimental dumbass clinging to memories of a better time.

He finally managed to turn the key in the lock and let out a sigh of relief when he heard the click of the pins falling into place. The walk to the station was only about fifteen minutes and the weather wasn’t too bad today, hovering around the forties instead of the twenties like it had been lately, so he decided to walk it. It would be nice to stretch his legs and clear his mind before seeing Bellamy. The last thing he wanted was to be so distracted by essay questions that bordered on too personal while he was with him.

It was only four forty-five, so he had time. Besides, it’d be nice to see the station again. With as many times as he’d been in there it had begun to feel like a second home and he’d never admit to it, but he kind of missed it. Or, at least, he missed being able to fuck with the officers on duty.

He doubted he’d get a chance to do that today, though, because it was only fifteen minutes until Bellamy’s shift ended, so he’d probably be waiting for him when he got there and it was unlikely he’d let Murphy hang around for another half hour just to insult his coworkers. It’d be fun, but, if he was honest, he’d rather spend the time with Bellamy.

But, going to the station did mean he’d get a chance to see Bellamy in his uniform again. He had taken the shirt off before he’d picked him up the other day, so Murphy hadn’t gotten to see him in it, and he had to admit, he was disappointed. Seeing Bellamy in his uniform shouldn’t turn him on as much as it did, but he had been arrested enough times that he was pretty sure having a cop kink was just par for the course by now. It went against all of his morals, sure, but seeing Bellamy dressed like that was enough to make him want to drop to his knees wherever he was, no matter who was around. It should bother him, but it didn’t, because it wasn’t just any cop, it was Bellamy, and that made it a little bit better.

He shrugged and zipped up his jacket as he set off towards the station, eager to see Bellamy.

._-*-_.

When Murphy got there, he found Bellamy leaning against his car in the parking lot, looking bored, and for a second, Murphy thought maybe he’d be upset with him for talking so long, but as soon as Bellamy saw him, he grinned, all traces of boredom gone from his face and he didn’t seem even remotely upset.

Murphy returned the smile and felt his stomach do a flip. There was something about Bellamy that did things to him, though he wasn’t quite sure what. He sped up his pace as he skirted around a cop car and came to a stop in front of Bellamy.

The second he was within reach, Bellamy pulled him in and turned him around so he could press him up against his car and kiss him. Murphy gave in willingly and parted his lips, letting Bellamy do as he pleased.

Bellamy brushed his tongue against Murphy’s before pulling it back and nipping at his lips, teasing him as he ground his hips against Murphy’s. Murphy moaned into the kiss when he felt the outline of Bellamy’s gun pressing into his hip and he felt his dick stir in his pants. He was ready for Bellamy to take him right there, in full view of everyone. Just bend him over the hood of the car and fuck him hard. Sure, he’d probably get fired, if they both didn’t get arrested, but it would be worth it, in Murphy’s opinion.

Bellamy licked into Murphy’s mouth and sucked on his tongue, making him moan again before he finally pulled back, both of them panting. They had drawn a few stares from some of the other cops, but Bellamy didn’t seem bothered by it, so Murphy didn’t care, either. Let them watch.

When Murphy had caught his breath, he looked up at him, “Bellamy?”

“Mhm?” was the reply as Bellamy brushed Murphy’s hair back from his neck so he could press a kiss to one of the dark purple marks he’d left last time. He was proud of how well they’d turned out, they’d definitely last a while.

“Will you do something for me?” Murphy asked, biting his lip.

“Yeah, anything,” Bellamy told him with a nod, “What do you want?”

“Will you keep your uniform on? Tonight, when we’re fucking, keep it on. Please?” He felt a bit embarrassed asking, but he wanted it, and Bellamy had been clear he could ask for things.

Bellamy smirked at him and ran a hand under his shirt and up his side, bringing the fabric up with it. “Is it that much of a turn on?” he asked, moving his leg between Murphy’s and slowly grinding it against the front of his pants.

“Yes,” Murphy nearly whined as Bellamy moved his leg against him, causing Murphy to rut against his thigh.

Bellamy chuckled and pressed another kiss to Murphy’s neck, gently scraping his teeth against the skin and causing Murphy to shiver. “Okay, but only if I get to cuff you.”

Murphy felt himself harden at the thought, Bellamy’s actions not helping him in the slightest. He took a shaky breath as Bellamy’s hand brushed across his chest and nodded, “Please do.”

“You sure you’re okay with the marks they might leave?” Bellamy wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything that would cause Murphy problems in his personal life. He didn’t want to do that, he liked Murphy too much to jeopardize their relationship.

“I bought cover up, I’m good. It worked on the marks on my neck, so I’m sure it’ll work on anything. If not, then fuck it. I shouldn’t have to explain myself to that bitch.” Murphy wasn’t bitter or anything. His relationship was his business and nobody else’s.

“Alright,” Bellamy nodded, pulling away from Murphy.

Murphy let out a quite whine at the loss of contact that made Bellamy smirk again. God, Murphy was too easy. It turned him on like nothing else ever had, how reactive and needy he was.

“We need to eat first, though. Do you want me to cook or would you rather stop somewhere?” Bellamy asked.

Murphy sighed, unhappy that it would take that much longer before he could have Bellamy’s hands on him. “I don’t care. Whatever’s easiest for you.”

“We should eat somewhere,” Bellamy decided. “I’m not sure I could keep my hands to myself long enough to cook, because the second I get you home, I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. If that’s alright?”

He didn’t want to fuck him too roughly if he had something important to do tomorrow.

“Fuck,” Murphy groaned quietly, wanting to reach out and pull Bellamy close again. He couldn’t put into words how much he wanted that. “Yeah, that’s good. I don’t work tomorrow, so that’s fine.”

“Good,” Bellamy smiled. “I don’t work tomorrow, either. I’m off Tuesdays and Wednesdays.”

“Same, actually.” That was a coincidence Murphy could live with. It meant he’d have more chances to be with Bellamy.

Bellamy was a little too pleased by that. He stepped to the side and grabbed for the door handle, opening it for Murphy.

“Such a gentleman,” Murphy laughed as he got in.

“I try to be,” Bellamy shrugged. He walked around the car and got in, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, well, as long as you don’t bring that kind of shit into the bedroom, I’m fine.”

“I’d never dream of it,” Bellamy chuckled.

They drove to a small diner, an out of the way place that Bellamy assured Murphy was good, but Murphy doubted him. How good could a place be if it looked like it had popped out of the fifties, tacky décor and all.

They found a seat near the back, secluded enough that no one would bother them save for the waitstaff. A brightly dressed waitress came over to them, handing them menus and cheerfully telling them she’d be right back with their drink order. Murphy wasn’t sure he was comfortable with that level of happiness and he was pretty sure it was forced, but he shrugged it off, turning his attention to the menu.

It was standard diner food, nothing out of the ordinary, so he began to really doubt Bellamy’s promise of quality. But, it couldn’t be much worse than Richards’ cooking, so he wouldn’t complain. Much.

“So, any plans for college?” Bellamy asked, curious. He wanted to know how long he was going to have Murphy around.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” The whole thing stressed him out to no end. “It’s all bullshit.”

Bellamy nodded, dropping the subject. “Anything you do want to talk about?”

“Exactly how strict are you with that criminal rule? Because there’s a protest next week that might turn violent, considering the cops and their escalation tactics, so like, if I get arrested just for being there, does that count as criminal activity?” Murphy asked.

“If it gets you arrested, it’s criminal activity.” That being said, he wasn’t sure how strict he could be on that, because now that he had Murphy, he would have a hell of a time giving him up. Still, it was a principle thing and he couldn’t just give up his morals so easily, not even for Murphy.

“But if I don’t do anything, if I’m just caught in the crowd and they throw me in the back of a cop car, what then?” Murphy had had that happen before. Several times.

“If you can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that you did nothing, I’ll consider it. But if there’s even a little bit of evidence to the contrary, then that’s the end of it.”

“But they’ll lie like they always do.”

“Murphy,” Bellamy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “is it really that important that you’re there? If you know there’s a chance of you getting arrested, is it worth going? You’re eighteen now, you could get in serious trouble. Your hearing hasn’t even come up yet and you’re already thinking about getting arrested again? Do you just not care what happens to you?”

“Not particularly,” Murphy shrugged. If it meant he could help change the world for the better, he didn’t care what happened to him. In the grand scheme of things, his life was one of millions, easily replaced. The only thing that really mattered in life was what you did when you had the chance to do it, and if he wasted his chance by sitting on the sidelines because he was afraid of the consequences of taking on oppressors, then he wasn’t worthy of the punk label he so proudly represented.

“Well, you should,” Bellamy said, frowning. How could Murphy just not care? He could end up on probation and getting a job would be hard as hell, if he didn’t just end up in prison altogether. “What are you going to do if you go to jail?”

“They can’t jail me for being at a protest. Not if I haven’t actually done anything. I’d love to see them try to spin that.” They probably could spin it, actually, especially with his record, but he didn’t care about that. He couldn’t. If he let himself be too afraid to challenge the system then he became no better than the rest of the people who sat at home and pretended the world wasn’t falling down around them. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t let himself become so afraid he became complacent, jaded, even. He had to fight. Otherwise there was no point in life. You worked for a corporation that barely paid minimum wage and never got to retire and you spent your whole life living paycheck to paycheck and hating it and then you died. What was the point? Murphy couldn’t let that happen to him. He had to keep fighting to change the world, even if it meant putting himself in a position to be arrested. Prison was better than complacency.

“What about your future? Do you even care?”

“Yes.” Of course he did. He was going to go to college to be a doctor and save lives. He was going to get a political science minor and run for public office one day. He was going to change the world. But he couldn’t just wait until he graduated to do it. He had to start now. He had to show the people that he’d fought for them every step of the way so that they’d believe him when he said he’d continue to do so. He couldn’t just give up because Bellamy didn’t want him getting arrested. Yeah, the sex was great, but he had a world to change, people to protect, and he couldn’t just roll over and die because Bellamy had a hardon for the system.

“Then don’t you want to protect it?” Bellamy was beyond frustrated with Murphy. He needed to realize what he had to lose. Smashing cop cars wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

“I want to protect people more.” That was it. It was that simple. Murphy came second to his cause.

Bellamy opened his mouth to say something, but their waitress came back at that moment with their drinks. She sat them down and pulled out a pen and order pad. “What can I get you two?”

“I’ll have an omelet with peppers, onions, ham, and cheese. Hash browns on the side,” Bellamy told her with a polite smile that Murphy could tell was forced.

Murphy sighed, frustrated by Bellamy’s inability to understand. He shrugged and handed his menu over. He hadn’t really looked at it, but he knew enough about diners to know what to order. “A cheeseburger and fries, extra pickles and add jalapenos, please.”

“It’ll be right out,” she smiled and turned away.

As soon as she was gone, Bellamy frowned at Murphy again, “You can’t protect them if you’re in a jail cell.”

“You don’t get it, Bell. I’m not going to do anything stupid, alright? I’m just out there, holding a sign and shouting chants. I’m just showing up, like everyone else, to show that their decisions won’t go unchallenged. That people care. Because I do, I really, really do. I’ve spent my whole life being shit on, being powerless, I know what it’s like. There are so many things that hurt the world, that hurt innocent people, and I’m not going to sit back and watch the world burn because I’m scared of cops. I can’t. I have power, Bellamy. We all do. And I’m going to use it to help fix the system that told me I was worthless all my life. I told you I wouldn’t do anything illegal anymore, I promised you that, and I meant it, but I’m not just going to stay home while my people march in the streets to change policies that hurt us all. I can’t do that.” Murphy couldn’t just let those policies go unchallenged. He needed to show up. He needed to march. To be part of something. To feel like he was making a difference, no matter how small.

“I didn’t say you had to stay home, I just said-” Bellamy cut off with a sigh. “Look, I get it, it means a lot to you, but you have to be careful. You can’t get arrested, alright? If you’ve done nothing wrong, that’s fine, but if they try to take you in, anyway, then you’ve got to find a way out of it.”

“Are you telling me to fight back?” That would be shocking, to say the least.

“I’m telling you not to be a dumbass. Stay away from the cops. March but don’t provoke them. And if they try to take you in for nothing…” Bellamy bit his lip, looking pained.

“What? What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“The cops couldn’t catch you for over half the shit you were suspected of doing, right?”

“Yeah, because I’m smart. And fast.” What did that matter?”

“Then use that. Don’t get arrested for something you didn’t do.”

“So, what, I just run away?”

“Get lost in the crowd, don’t be close enough to them that they could catch you.”

“But my place is at the front, keeping others safe. The cops start shit, we’re the fight back.” It was what they did. They kept others from getting hurt. Him and his friends and all the other people like them.

“Fucking Christ, Murphy. I’m trying to tell you to fucking run and you just can’t listen,” Bellamy snapped.

“Run? Isn’t that illegal?”

“Technically. Just, look, you can’t get yourself thrown in jail for things you didn’t do. I’m not going to tell you to resist arrest, I’m just going to tell you that if shit breaks out, get out of there. You don’t have to be the first line of defense or whatever bullshit that is, okay? You’re an adult now, you could get in serious trouble. If you land in jail, what are you going to do? Who can you protect?”

Murphy sighed and rubbed his eyes, “I get it, okay? Run and hide.”

“No, Murphy. Run and stay safe. I know these guys better than you do. I know what they’re trained to do and what they’re really going to do. Can you just try to keep yourself from getting arrested?” Bellamy asked. “Please?”

Murphy rolled his eyes but nodded, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“Thank you.”

“You just don’t want me causing trouble.”

“Yes, there’s that, but mainly I want you out of jail.”

“What’s it matter?”

Bellamy frowned for a second, but then he smirked, “Well, for one, I can’t fuck you if you’re in jail.”

Okay, well, there was that. “Fine.” He would do his best to stay out of the cops’ way, but he wasn’t about to stay home. No more smashing cop cars he could handle, but there were some things he wasn’t giving up.

“Good, pretty boy,” Bellamy said, brushing his leg against Murphy’s under the table. “Now we’ll see how well you can behave tonight.”

Murphy just smirked.

._-*-_.

Being in a car with Bellamy was torture, Murphy had decided. Ever since they’d left the diner, Bellamy had had one hand on the wheel and the other slowly sliding up Murphy’s thigh, so by the time he had finally gotten to his dick, Murphy had been squirming and close to begging Bellamy to just pull over and get on with it, but he’d decided that having Bellamy’s hand on his dick was even worse.

He kept rubbing him and teasing him through his pants and halfway through the drive he’d ordered Murphy to unzip them so now all that lay between Murphy’s dick and Bellamy’s hand was the thin cotton of his boxers and he’d nearly died when Bellamy had felt the wet patch from where his precum had leaked into the fabric and laughed and said, “You’re so easy, baby. So eager. You’re hard already and I haven’t even properly touched you.”

Murphy had felt his cheeks heat up and he was thankful it was winter, so it was already dark out and Bellamy couldn’t see his embarrassment, no doubt he would have had a comment about that, too, and Murphy wasn’t sure he would have been able to live with Bellamy teasing him anymore than he already did. Bellamy had squeezed him, hard enough to be a little bit painful, and Murphy had let out a whimper that he was sure told him just how desperate he was getting because Bellamy had assured him they were almost there.

By the time they made it into Bellamy’s driveway, Murphy was almost desperate to the point of begging, though he hadn’t quite gotten there, wanting to save what little bit of his dignity he could. He was bucking into Bellamy’s hand and letting out quiet moans that Bellamy reveled in, loving how quick Murphy was to get hard and ready for him. He was like a horny teenager, which was probably because he was one, but Bellamy loved it.

It took Bellamy removing his hand, drawing a whine from Murphy, for him to realize they had arrived. Murphy sighed in relief. Finally, Bellamy would quit teasing and fuck him. Which was good, because Murphy had been close to coming in his pants and he wasn’t sure he would have been able to live with himself had he done that.

Murphy stood as patiently as he could while Bellamy unlocked his house before he was ushered in. The second the door closed behind them, he pressed himself up against Bellamy who wasted no time in kissing him, rough and hard, biting down on his lip and making Murphy gasp quietly. Bellamy used the opening to shove his tongue past Murphy’s lips, brushing it against Murphy’s before wrapping it around Murphy’s tongue and sucking it into his own mouth for a moment before pulling back for a second and then kissing him again, tangling his hand in Murphy’s hair and pulling hard enough to make the younger boy moan. As soon as Murphy began grinding his hips into Bellamy’s, he pulled back, smirking at Murphy and shaking his head.

“Go to the room. Strip, kneel by the bed, and wait for me. Don’t you dare touch yourself or I’ll tie you down and fuck you without letting you come, understand me?” Bellamy ordered.

Murphy nodded and reluctantly let go of Bellamy so he could head off to do as he was told.

He stripped and set his clothes next to one of the chests before kneeling by the bed, his eyes wandering over the racks of toys and he swallowed hard, wishing Bellamy would use one on him, but Bellamy had made it clear he wasn’t going to do that any time soon, he wanted Murphy to get used to things, first, and Murphy was okay with that, but he desperately wanted to feel what it was like to have them used on him. He could just imagine the sting of a crop on his thighs and he grew impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath and looked to the door, wondering where the hell Bellamy was. It felt like he’d been waiting forever. Bellamy seemed to be taking his time just to torture him. But finally, after what felt like ages, Bellamy came in. He was pleased to see that Bellamy still had his full uniform on, belt and everything, though he was a little disappointed to see his gun wasn’t in his holster. That was probably what had taken him so long. Murphy let out a quiet sigh of relief when he walked over, glad they were finally going to get started.

Bellamy stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of Murphy, hard and dripping precum and trying so very hard not to touch himself, his hands curled into fists at his sides. It was quite the sight to behold. Bellamy reached out to brush his hand against Murphy’s cheek and down his jawline, Murphy leaning into the touch.

“Please,” Murphy whispered, desperate for Bellamy to do something, anything.

“Hands behind your back,” Bellamy ordered, his voice rough and demanding and Murphy swallowed hard.

He fought the urge to beg Bellamy to just fuck him already, because as much as he liked this, he was too desperate for it to go on for very long, but he knew it would be no use, so instead he smirked and asked, “Am I under arrest, officer?”

Bellamy just glared at him and ordered again, “Hands behind your fucking back.”

Murphy bit back a retort and complied, biting his lip as Bellamy came around behind him and leaned down, fastening his cuffs around Murphy’s wrists, the cool metal contrasting with his heated skin.

Murphy pulled on them, checking to see how much give he had, but there was none. The cuffs weren’t like the restraints on the bed, he couldn’t do anything in them. They weren’t too tight on his wrists, but they were tight enough he couldn’t slip them if he tried. “Gonna read me my rights? Or do I have none?” Murphy snarked.

He felt Bellamy’s hand against the back of his neck. Slowly, Bellamy slid it across his skin so that it was around his throat and Murphy’s breath hitched.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Bellamy stated, tightening his grip just a little bit, not enough to cut off Murphy’s air, but enough for Murphy’s pulse to quicken.

“That’s not going to happen,” Murphy said, trying to keep up the act of defiance even though all he wanted to do was obey so that Bellamy would fuck him faster.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law,” Bellamy continued, letting go of Murphy’s throat and coming to stand in front of him again.

“Can I say your name?” Murphy smirked.

He felt the sting across his cheek before he could process what was happening. He looked up at Bellamy, eyes wide, no words coming to mind as Bellamy pulled his hand away. He hadn’t expected to be slapped, it turned him on even more, sending a wave of heat to his dick.

“Bellamy,” Murphy moaned.

“Don’t sass me, bitch. I’m not in the mood for your shit,” Bellamy told him.

“And yet, the shit continues,” Murphy muttered.

The next slap didn’t catch him as off guard, but it stung even more. Bellamy looked down at him with raised eyebrows, “You sure you want to keep sassing me?”

“I mean, it’s kind of my general reaction to being under arrest. I can’t really help it,” Murphy shrugged with a grin.

“Well, you better fucking knock it off,” Bellamy warned. “Now, you have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one-”

“I most definitely can’t,” Murphy said with a snort. “Guess I’m stuck with a shitty public defender. You know, I don’t know why they’re called defenders, honestly. They don’t do jack shit to defend anything but their bullshit careers.”

Bellamy frowned and glared at Murphy, “You want to shut up?”

“Not really. Though, if it’s going to be used against me, I might as well say something worthwhile. How about-” He cut off as Bellamy hit him again, this time the slap leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. Murphy took a second to recover before managing out a weak, “That’s police brutality.”

“I said shut the fuck up,” Bellamy demanded. “Now if you’ll let me finish? If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I’ve just read to you?”

“I don’t know, might want to start over again,” Murphy shrugged. His face still stung, but by this point he was just trying to see how far he could push Bellamy.

“Do you understand, Murphy?” Bellamy asked once more, giving Murphy a look that demanded obedience and made Murphy swallow hard.

“I understand, officer.”

“With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?” Bellamy finished.

“Yeah, sure. You’ve got jack shit on me, anyway. What exactly am I being arrested for anyway?” Murphy asked, raising an eyebrow. His arms ached a little bit from the position the were in, so he took a second to move them a bit, giving his muscles a break before adjusting them so they rested more comfortably.

“I don’t know yet,” Bellamy smirked. “But I’m sure I can figure something out.”

“You’re gonna frame me or something? Typical cop.”

“Watch your mouth, bitch. If I were you, I’d be trying to figure out a way out of this,” Bellamy told him, running his thumb across Murphy’s lips. He was quite pleased with the mark left behind on his cheek, but he was a little wary of slapping Murphy again, at least, not that hard, even though he seemed to enjoy it.

“I thought propositioning a cop was illegal?” Murphy smirked up at him. “But if that’s what you want me to do, Officer Blake.”

Bellamy groaned quietly, the way Murphy had said his name had gone straight to his cock, which was already straining against his pants. “I could think of a few things you could do, if you’re willing.”

“Oh, I’m quite willing,” Murphy assured him, licking his lips. “So, why don’t you just get on with it? Because these cuffs are uncomfortable.”

“Too tight for the brat?” Bellamy snorted, but the look he gave Murphy was tinged with concern.

“Could be tighter, actually. I could probably slip them if I tried hard enough. I won’t though, cause it looks like you’re quite turned on by the sight of me all tied up,” Murphy teased, letting Bellamy know he was fine. “Get to it then, I haven’t got all night.”

Bellamy shook his head, but unzipped his pants, pulling himself out and stroking his erection a few times. “Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use, like the whore we both know you are?”

Murphy grinned as Bellamy stepped closer. He was a little off balance, but he did his best to keep steady as he began to lick at the base of Bellamy’s cock, slowly making his way to the tip, Bellamy groaning softly and resting his hand on Murphy’s head. Murphy sucked on the tip for a moment before pulling off to lick at him again, running his tongue across the nerves on the underside of it and making Bellamy have to fight to keep his hips still. He teased him for a while, licking a stripe from base to tip before going back to licking at the base. He kept it up until Bellamy grabbed a fistful of his hair and jerked, the sharp pain causing Murphy to hiss and look up at him.

“Enough fucking teasing,” Bellamy growled at him, his tone a warning. Why Murphy thought it was funny to tease him, he didn’t know. One day he was just going to grab his hair and fuck his mouth to teach him a lesson.

Murphy nodded and took him into his mouth, running his tongue along it as he took him down before bobbing his head, taking him further into his mouth each time, drawing quiet gasps and ‘oh, fucks’ from Bellamy as he did so. He took Bellamy as far down as he could, his cock brushing the back of Murphy’s throat as he swallowed around him, Bellamy’s hips jerking just a little bit, causing Murphy to smirk and hum around him as he pulled back off, sucking as hard as he could.

Bellamy’s fist was still tangled in Murphy’s hair and he pulled on it, making Murphy moan around him. “Look at me, Murphy.”

Murphy did so, looking up at Bellamy through his lashes as he took him down again. He sped up his pace, Bellamy’s grip tightening on his hair as his hips stuttered.

He let Murphy continue for a couple moments longer before shoving him off, panting. He took a breath and collected himself before looking down at Murphy, “God, you’re good at that.”

“I aim to please,” Murphy grinned.

“You’re such a fucking slut, you now that? My slut, though,” Bellamy said, reaching out to stroke the side of Murphy’s face.

“Your slut,” Murphy agreed, leaning into the touch. He wanted to be Bellamy’s slut. He wanted to suck him off, wanted Bellamy to fuck him, hard and rough and raw to the point where he couldn’t walk in the morning. He told Bellamy so, practically begging him to.

Bellamy hummed and nodded, pulling his hand away and grabbing Murphy’s arm, forcing him to stand up but holding an arm protectively around him until he caught his balance.

Once Murphy was upright and stable, Bellamy grabbed his hips and pulled him close, kissing him roughly. He ground his hips into Murphy’s, their cocks rubbing against each other, the friction driving Murphy wild as he moaned into the kiss.

Bellamy backed him towards the bed, breaking the kiss once he was close enough and shoving him back onto it. Murphy winced as the cuffs dug into his wrists but when Bellamy paused, looking at him in concern, he shook his head.

“I’m good. Get on with it, please,” he begged.

Bellamy nodded and grabbed the lube out of the drawer next to the bed along with a condom before helping Murphy get onto the bed so that he could rest between his legs. He wasted no time in slicking up his fingers and shoving two inside of Murphy, who let out a loud keen at the feeling, the slight pain causing precum to drip from his cock onto his stomach.

“Bell, please, I need you,” he whined desperately.

Bellamy just chuckled and thrust his fingers into him, scissoring them and stretching him quickly. He added a third finger, preparing Murphy roughly, without any of the finesse he’d had the last time, which Murphy was glad for because he really doubted he could stand it much longer without Bellamy inside of him.

Bellamy thrust his fingers inside of him, crooking them just right so he hit Murphy’s prostate and it didn’t take long for Murphy to be mewling and writhing beneath him, the cuffs digging into his wrists, the pain turning him on more than he’d thought possible.

“Bell, please- Oh, fuck, please!” he pleaded, bucking down onto Bellamy’s fingers.

“Please what? What do you want me to do?” Bellamy asked, twisting his fingers and making Murphy let out a loud moan.

“Want you to fuck me. Want you to fuck me hard and rough until I'm screaming your name. Want you to use me like the slut that I am,” Murphy panted, bucking his hips and trying to get more, he needed more.

“And you're such a good little slut, aren't you?” Bellamy smirked, pulling his hand away.

Murphy nodded wildly, “Yeah, yes. Just, fuck- Please!”

Bellamy tore open the condom packet and rolled it on before coating himself in lube. He lined himself up and entered Murphy slowly, holding his hips still so he couldn’t buck down and force Bellamy to go faster. He liked teasing Murphy, he got off on it. Murphy made the sexiest sounds when he was desperate and the way his voice got high pitched and needy never failed to turn Bellamy on.

Once Bellamy was fully inside Murphy, his grip on his hips tightened and he began to thrust into him slowly, making Murphy whine.

“Bell, please. Please, I can’t- More, please!” he sobbed, letting his head drop back onto the bed and bucking his hips down, trying to get Bellamy to move faster.

“What a greedy little whore,” Bellamy chuckled, speeding up to an almost punishing pace, Murphy letting out a string of curses followed by a loud keen that Bellamy reveled in. “You look so pretty like this, taking my cock like a good little slut, just begging me to fuck you harder. I can, if you want me to. Do you want me to?”

Murphy nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“Tell me, Murphy,” Bellamy prompted.

“Fuck,” Murphy moaned out, trying to form proper words. “Ye-yeah, please. Bell, please!”

Bellamy grinned and sped up, thrusting harder and setting a brutal pace that had Murphy pulling on the cuffs as he fought against them, trying to grab on to something, preferably Bellamy. There was no way either of them was going to last long like this, not at this pace, but Bellamy was going to drag it out as long as he could. He couldn’t help the groans that fell from his lips as he fucked in to Murphy, hard and rough, just like Murphy had wanted.

He gripped Murphy’s hips so tight it was painful, and Murphy couldn’t get enough. The pain from his grip and the cuffs had him on the edge and he was just trying to hold on, not wanting it to be over so soon.

Murphy bit his lip to keep from screaming, but Bellamy shook his head, biting back a moan so that he could speak.

“Don’t do that, Murphy. I want to hear you,” he ordered, his pace becoming more erratic as he felt himself losing control. He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself, but it was no use. Between how good it felt to be inside Murphy and the faces he was making, he couldn’t hold on long, no matter how hard he tried.

“Fuck, Bellamy!” Murphy screamed before his voice gave way to broken moans and half formed curses so loud he was sure, basement or not, someone was going to hear, but he didn’t care. He let out a choked sob as he begged, his words broken as he tried to speak, “Bell, oh, fuck! Bellamy, p-please! Can I, God, can I come, s-sir? Please?”

Bellamy let out another groan before saying, “God, look at you, you little whore. So needy and desperate. Bet you could come just like this, without me even having to touch you, couldn’t you?” As much as he wanted to drag it out longer and see how much he could make Murphy beg before he turned into a pleading, sobbing mess, he couldn’t. He was already on the edge and there was no coming back from it, but he wanted to make Murphy come first.

“Y-yes!” Murphy screamed, gripping the sheets underneath him like it would somehow give him a little more control over himself. “Please, B-Bell!”

“Then do it. Come for me, Murphy,” Bellamy told him.

As soon as he heard the words, Murphy let go of the control he was fighting for and let his orgasm wash over him, painting his stomach and Bellamy’s shirt with cum, a scream of “Bellamy!” tearing from his throat.

Bellamy followed behind a few seconds later, spilling into Murphy with a moan of his own. He fucked him through it, until Murphy was squirming beneath him and letting out quiet whimpers. He slowed his pace to a stop and loosened his grip on Murphy’s hips, rubbing soothing circles on his skin as they came down.

Once he’d caught his breath, he climbed off the bed, tied off the condom, and tucked himself away. He helped Murphy sit up and dug the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the cuffs and gently pulling them off, wincing when he saw Murphy’s wrists. “Christ, kid, you’re not supposed to fight them. You okay?”

Murphy let out a breathy laugh and shrugged as he stretched his arms, trying to get the feeling back into them. Once he had, he brought his hands in front of him and checked his wrists over, shrugging at the damage. The skin was read and raw, and there was a little bit of blood, but he’d actually had worse wounds from cuffs before, so he wasn’t too worried. They’d heal up enough to cover the marks by the time he had to go back to work, so it didn’t matter. “I’m fine, Bell.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll ask you again in a minute, once you really start to feel the pain,” Bellamy sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t use the cuffs on Murphy.

Murphy saw his face and shook his head, “Come on, it’s fine. I promise, I’m alright. If I hadn’t been, I would have said something, okay?”

“Yeah, well, I think we’ll stick to the fuzzy ones from now on,” Bellamy joked before pressing a kiss to Murphy’s forehead. “Less damage.”

“Fuck the fuzzy ones,” Murphy snorted, blissed out as he began to ramble. “This isn’t damage. You should have seen my wrists after my fourth time being arrested. The bastard kept me cuffed in the back of his car for an hour and a half and I hadn’t learned how to pick cuffs yet, so I just fought against them, trying to slip out of them. I actually got halfway out before realizing I’d have to dislocate my thumbs to get the rest of the way out.”

“So, you decided to leave them on?” Bellamy hoped that what he’d done, but from what he knew about Murphy-

“Nope. But the bastard came back before I could pop the second one out of place, so I still had one cuff on. Then I had to spend another five hours with him in the ER. I hope the bastard had to do a shitload of paperwork for it,” Murphy grumbled.

“You’re a dumbass,” Bellamy sighed. “Cute, yeah, but a dumbass.”

“Yeah, well, you try being cuffed in the back of a car in the middle of June. It’s not fun,” Murphy huffed, crossing his arms.

“You file a report?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it went were all the other reports go. Right in the trash.”

Bellamy frowned. He wanted to tell Murphy that wasn’t the case, but he was probably right. Instead he just grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge, gave one to Murphy, and told him to stay while he walked towards the bathroom, opening his own as he went.

Murphy set his own bottle to the side and ran his hands over the places on his hips where Bellamy’s hands had been moments before, feeling the bruises starting to form. He smiled to himself as he settled into the pillows, ghosting his fingers over his skin.

Bellamy returned with a washcloth, his shirt missing, and cleaned him up, pressing another kiss to his forehead and telling him he did good. He kissed Murphy, soft and sweet, with nothing behind it and Murphy wanted to melt into it. Bellamy smiled at him when he pulled away. “So good, pretty boy.”

He climbed into the bed and pulled Murphy to his chest, Murphy relaxing against him. “Drink, Murphy,” he ordered, handing him the bottle he’d forgotten about.

Murphy did as he was told, draining half the bottle before setting it down, and turning his head so he could press a kiss to Bellamy’s jaw. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Murphy,” Bellamy smiled at him. “You’re going to hate me in the morning, though.”

“I doubt it,” Murphy sighed, letting himself come down. He could feel the sting in his cheek and the pain in his wrists now, but he didn’t want to move. He absently started to rub at them, though, and Bellamy noticed.

“Want me to take care of that? It might help the pain,” Bellamy offered.

“I don’t want to move,” Murphy whined.

“I’ll be quick, I promise. Then we can lay here as long as you want,” he promised. “Sit up.”

Murphy reluctantly sat up so Bellamy could move. It didn’t take him long to grab the first aid kit and the rest of the things he needed and return.

“Okay, look at me. Cheek first, it’s faster,” Bellamy said, pouring a bit of lotion into his hand.

“Same stuff from the club?”

“Yeah. Did it help last time?”

Murphy nodded and let Bellamy spread it across his cheek, the red mark still easily visible.

“It’ll go away by tomorrow, I don’t think it’ll bruise. Sorry, I should have been more careful.”

“Bell,” Murphy let out an exasperated sigh. “You didn’t hurt me. I liked it. Stop getting all guilt ridden and shit, it’s gross.”

Bellamy snorted and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, forgive me for caring.”

“Not a chance. I’m good at holding grudges.”

“I’ll bet. Now your wrists.”

“You’re not gonna actually put bandages on them, are you?” Murphy asked, wrinkling his nose.

��Yes. You can take them off in the morning, but they’re going to itch while they heal, especially with this stuff on them, and I don’t need you scratching them in your sleep and making them worse. Deal with it,” Bellamy told him, giving him a stern look.

“What a fucking mother hen. You know, you’re like some kind of Jekyll and Hyde monster. One second you’re all rough and demanding and then you’re all mushy and gross, honestly, I’m getting whiplash,” Murphy teased as Bellamy rubbed antibiotic cream on his wrists.

“It’s called aftercare, smartass. Did you miss that during your research?” Bellamy jabbed back.

“No, I just didn’t think it sounded any fun. I was right.”

“Well, it’s necessary, cause I’d rather be a mother hen than a bad dom,” Bellamy said, wrapping bandages around Murphy’s wrists.

“You’re doing that wrong,” Murphy muttered.

“What?” Bellamy wrinkled his brow. “Doing what wrong?”

“The bandages. They need to be tighter and then you can just tuck this part in right here and then it tape it and it stays. The way you did it, it would have slid off my wrist halfway through the night,” Murphy said, showing Bellamy how to do it.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows at him, “I’m trained in first aid-”

“Yeah, so am I. That’s how it’s done. Were you trained by an actual doctor or another cop?”

“A cop who’s been doing it for years.”

“How many years? Because things change. And besides, this is just more efficient,” Murphy shrugged.

Bellamy snorted and shook his head, “Alright, we’ll do it your way.”

“Damn right we will,” Murphy huffed. “Now, get your ass back up here.”

“You know, the whole cuddling thing is part of the aftercare you hate so much,” Bellamy laughed.

“I don’t care,” Murphy said, stubbornly as Bellamy settled back in behind him.

“So, you’re pleased with the sex but not my medical skills or the aftercare,” Bellamy said, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around Murphy.

Murphy relaxed and let Bellamy hold hi, feeling safe. “Yeah, well, I like being called a slut, I don’t like being babied.”

“I’m not babying you. I’m taking care of you. It’s different,” Bellamy explained.

“Feels the same,” Murphy grumbled.

Bellamy just shook his head. “So, you like being called a slut, then?”

“Yeah, I do. I don't think I should, I should probably hate it, you know? That’s what normal people do. But I love it and I feel weird because of it,” Murphy admitted quietly. He’d known he liked being degraded, but he hadn’t realized how much until someone actually did it. He wasn’t sure that was normal. Then again, not much about him was normal, so he supposed it was just part of the deal. It did bother him a little bit, though.

“If you like it, then you like it. You don't have to justify it, not to me or anyone else,” Bellamy told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

Murphy nodded, “So, you're okay with me liking it?”

Bellamy laughed, “Of course, I am. I wouldn’t do it if I was going to be upset by you liking it. You’re supposed to like what I do, that’s the point. If there's ever anything you don't like, though, let me know. And if there's anything you want that we aren't doing, just say so. This is as much for you as it is me, okay?”

“Okay,” Murphy yawned, closing his eyes.

“Sleepy?” Bellamy asked, smiling down at Murphy.

“Mhm,” Murphy nodded, burying his face in Bellamy’s neck. He just wanted a couple hours of rest. Maybe Bellamy would let him nap here before he had to get dressed. That would be nice.

“Do you want me to drive you home? Or would you rather stay the night?” Bellamy would prefer if he stayed the night, that way he could make sure he was alright in the morning, but he wasn’t going to push it.

Murphy thought about it for a second before sighing, “Kinda wanna stay.”

Bellamy smiled, “My bed or the guest room?”

“Yours? If that’s okay.” Murphy liked being held by Bellamy, he imagined sleeping next to him would be even better.

“Of course, it is, baby,” Bellamy told him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

They laid like that for a while, until Murphy fell asleep on Bellamy’s chest and Bellamy carried him up to bed, Murphy waking up for only a moment before Bellamy pulled him close again and told him to go back to sleep. Generally, aftercare didn’t last nearly that long, not with casual relationships, but Bellamy was going to use it as an excuse not to have to think about why he felt so protective of the boy in his arms. He’d deal with that some other day.

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