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Enhypen - the glory (part 10)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere themes, bullying themes, blood, knives, death? sexual tones, swearing

genre; yandere

wc; 7.6k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; some will be horrified and some will be happy after reading this lol, also let me know if you have any unanswered questions u want for the next chapter, love u thank u 🤍🤍

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‘’ I have no idea. ‘’

The car fell silent and continued to be all the way until you reached your house. Soobin hesitated before unlocking the car, which scared you a little; having been used to the torture at school for so long.

When he noticed your panicked eyes, he looked apologetic. ‘’ I was just thinking about if you still feel safe staying at your house. ‘’

‘’ Do you mean because of Jake? ‘’

‘’ Mainly, but I guess…everything else too. ‘’

You hadn’t even considered the possibility of not going home for a while. But thinking it over, you realized that Soobin’s house was a lot closer to where they lived. Even if you felt a bit better having someone else by your side, it was more likely that something would happen if you stayed the night over there. Especially since they had shown some jealousy over the friendship.

Not wanting to trigger something, you opened the door and gave Soobin a small smile.

‘’ No, I’ll be okay. ‘’

‘’ Are you sure? ‘’

Although you took some time to answer, when you finally did you felt pretty sure in your decision and hoped Soobin wouldn’t worry too much.

‘’ I’m sure, I will just text you if something happens. ‘’

‘’ Not just that. You can text me if you can’t sleep or if you want to come over because you’re scared too, ‘’ he softly said, warming your heart with his compassion.

‘’ Okay, thank you. ‘’

He unlocked the car at last and waved goodbye before driving off. You stood outside and watched until his car wasn’t visible anymore.

‘’ Y/n? ‘’

You turned to your dad, relieved it was his voice and not someone else’s that you heard there in the dark; the clock must be what…7pm now? You wouldn’t want to be caught out that late with one of your bullies like last time with Jake.

‘’ What are you doing out? ‘’

‘’ I was just throwing out the trash. Why did you come home so late? ‘’

‘’ You just noticed, ‘’ you chuckled dryly, ‘’ Dad of the year. ‘’

You went inside without waiting for him but he quickly caught up, joining you in the elevator just in time for it closing. He fidgeted with his hands and looked very uncomfortable as you passed the first floors. You tried to ignore him, which proved to be quite difficult since it looked like he had something he wanted to say.

‘’ I haven’t been the best dad, I know that. Especially lately I’ve…been just out of it. I’m sorry, y/n, I really am. ‘’

Your mouth stayed closed - you did so hoping that he would continue talking because you wanted an explanation. He had been quite bad with being present in the past but lately it was constant. He acted as if he didn’t have a daughter at all which was odd given he should’ve been concerned for you since you were getting bullied at school.

‘’ Your mother’s not doing well. ‘’

Your heart twisted painfully at the sudden revelation, ‘’ What do you mean she’s not doing well? ‘’

He had your full attention now. You could tell it was something that had weighed down on him for a long time; he looked really guilty when he saw your glossy eyes and worried voice at what he had said. At the same time, he knew he couldn’t keep it to himself forever.

‘’ Her condition has drastically worsened since the last time you visited her. ‘’

‘’ So get her treated! ‘’ you burst out passionately.

‘’ She is. ‘’

You tilted your head, watching him in silence. If she was getting treated why did he still sound so sad, like he had news that were even worse, and not any good ones?

‘’ It’s just- ‘’ he struggled with his words and tried to gather them with his gestures before continuing, ‘’ You won’t like how. ‘’

Your dad glanced at you quickly and sensed the rising panic within due to being out of the loop so he hurried to explain it to the best of his abilities, still knowing it would probably cause strong feelings and arguments afterwards.

‘’ They’re helping me with the treatment. She’s been transferred to a private hospital. ‘’

‘’ They? ‘’ you laughed humourlessly, ‘’ No- don’t tell me…’’

‘’ I’m sorry. I didn’t have a choice. It was between that or letting her die. ‘’

You guess you got your answer as to why he wasn’t so concerned with you getting bullied; he wasn’t just indebted to them for life, he probably saw them with halos over their heads too and not horns like you did.

‘’ No! I can’t possibly understand that. I would’ve taken more extra jobs if it meant saving mom, we could’ve done it together. But you went behind my back and did this! ‘’

Your words seemed to hit him like knives. Every time your voice got even louder and your throat started to hurt from the hoarseness, he flinched as if you were hurting him physically. But you didn’t care; you no longer saw him as the hero who had saved you from Jake that day and defended his daughter, you saw him as a betrayer.

Sure, most people would do anything it takes to save their loved ones but this? This was a clear way of showing that if he had to choose between you and your mom, he would choose her every time. In such a cruel way too - your bullies of all the rich and ‘’ hospitable ‘’ people in the world.

This was just another method for them to keep their claws around their puppet that was you, playing with life and death as if they were nothing.

‘’ We can talk again when you’ve calmed down. This is something you will understand when you get a bit older, and then…hopefully there will come a time when you don’t resent me for making the right but hard choice. ‘’

You felt so angry and overwhelmed that you didn’t even know what to say or do with yourself. In an attempt to save face, you ran out without a word when you felt the hot tears start to sting in your eyes.

Immediately you got the phone out and called Soobin. You managed to keep your feelings under the surface until you got inside his car and the bubble burst, tears flowed down your cheeks and you let it all come out.

‘’ What- what’s wrong? ‘’ he realized when he had already started driving that you were crying.

The adoring smile that he had directed at you when just casually glancing was wiped off immediately and he pulled the car over to the nearest place.

‘’ No, Soobin it’s okay keep driving, ‘’ you said in between your sniffles.

He didn’t look convinced but drove to his house anyway. From the spot he stopped until the car pulled into his road, he kept asking if you were really sure you wanted to stay at his house and not go to a hotel or somewhere else.

You were ready to get irritated when he asked for the third time. Then you spotted Jungwon’s house far in the distance up the hill and changed your mind.

‘’ Actually…do you have another place we can stay? ‘’

‘’ Of course! Our family has a cabin outside of the city. Let me just park here and grab some stuff, okay? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, can I wait here? ‘’

‘’ Sure. I will be back super super soon, don’t worry. ‘’

You nodded and smiled through the blurry vision of tears. Soobin half-jogged inside and was back before you even had time to let the anxiety grow inside you.

He explained that the cabin was about an hour or two from the city; and that was the last thing you heard before the exhaustion took hold of you and you succumbed to a comfortable slumber while he drove.

*******

‘’ Hey, we’re here. ‘’

You flinched at the touch of someone else, sitting up straight and now wide awake. The familiar sigh coming from Soobin in front of you made your whole body visibly relax.

‘’ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. ‘’

‘’ That’s okay. ‘’

You got out of the car and started helping him unload the trunk. Tons of stuff was thrown into the cabin - a cabin that was about twice the size you expected. A big wooden house that had three stories and was right by a lake.

‘’ It’s a modern cabin, so we don’t have to make the food over a fire, don’t worry, ‘’ Soobin joked, earning an airy laugh from you.

‘’ I would’ve taken whatever to be honest. Just needed to get away from the city and everything there for a while. ‘’

‘’ I get that. ‘’

The last few things from the car had been carried inside now. Soobin started unpacking the bags and moving all over the cabin as he spread things out, making himself at home.

You brought your own stuff to one of the bedrooms on the top floor. A few thoughts started popping into your head about how you wouldn’t be able to sleep alone. But you pushed them aside, convincing yourself you didn’t need any more help since Soobin had already done so much for you.

‘’ Are you sure you want to sleep alone? We could sleep in the same room, I’d just take the couch, ‘’ Soobin said not a second later when popping his head in through the door.

You smiled. Sometimes it felt like he could read your mind and knew exactly what you secretly wanted.

‘’ I think I’ll be okay for now, but I will let you know if it changes, thank you. ‘’

He nodded and went downstairs again. You peeked around the corner and saw that he had started making food for the both of you.

‘’ Soobin? I have an idea, ‘’ you shouted to the first floor.

‘’ Yeah? What? ‘’

Feeling like you didn’t want to shout the whole thing, you made your way downstairs and tried to explain the sudden idea that had come to you.

‘’ Not even like fifteen minutes of rest here and you’re already thinking of another step in the plan, ‘’ Soobin shook his head as he flipped the food in the pan.

‘’ Sorry, ‘’ you mumbled, ‘’ I just feel on edge the whole time, I’ve told you this. ‘’

He hummed, ‘’ Okay, so what were you thinking about? ‘’

‘’ We already know the best way to get to them is when they’re alone, right? ‘’

‘’ Yeah? ‘’

‘’ Jake is the first person we should try doing that with. ‘’

‘’ Do what? ‘’

‘’ Well, invite here…alone. ‘’

‘’ Alone? Do you really think that’ll work though? He will just tell the others, and then there won’t be a conflict. ‘’

‘’ I’m not sure about that. He seems a bit more- territorial almost. When I was invited to a party at Jungwon’s house he seemed jealous when I talked about being theirs and not his alone. ‘’

‘’ Right…but he still told them about the time he went to your house. ‘’

You bit your lip.

‘’ Yeah, I guess so. Still, there might be a chance there. I just have to think through how to word it. ‘’

‘’ What about Sunoo? ‘’

Your head snapped up, ‘’ Oh shit! I had forgotten about him. ‘’

‘’ He was pretty kind last time you talked to him, willing to give information and stuff. ‘’

‘’ Yeah, but Sunghoon seemed like he was the one that was responsible for keeping him in line though. ‘’

‘’ If we make Sunoo come we can make Ni-ki come too since they are practically stuck together. ‘’

‘’ Jake is the main one though. The others have a lot of loyalty. ‘’

‘’ So does Jake, no? ‘’

‘’ I don’t know…I haven’t really seen that in him yet. ‘’

‘’ It’s worth a try, ‘’ Soobin shrugged.

You went quiet. While watching him lay the food on the two plates, you thought deeply about which route to take, which person to target, and which words to use.

‘’ Let’s eat first, enough thinking and worrying miss. ‘’

‘’ Okay, fine, ‘’ you grinned and sat down obediently just in time as he placed the plate down in front of you.

‘’ Thank you. ‘’

He hummed and sat down next to you. The silence that followed the scraping of the chair felt comfortable when it was Soobin you experienced it with. You both ate in that silence, probably due to your heads being filled with so many racing thoughts.

‘’ Do you want to watch a movie or something? ‘’ he asked when you were done.

‘’ Sure, ‘’ you followed him to the couch, zoning out while he put something on.

Your head almost hurt from how much you were thinking. Anxiety had infested your brain and alternated between obsessing over your bullies, the plan, and your dad and mom. Already predicting you wouldn’t be able to pay attention to the movie you laid a gentle hand on his arm.

‘’ Maybe we can just put on some…calm music instead? ‘’

He understood immediately like he usually did. After changing it and returning to the sofa, he moved further away to give you some space which you responded to with an appreciative smile.

‘’ I don’t think I can relax. ‘’

Soobin opened his eyes and put his head up to look at you. You had also leaned back against the cushions and closed your eyes, but weren’t as lucky as he was; no serenely rest was offered for you.

‘’ Do you want to do it then? ‘’ he asked after carefully thinking over what you said, ‘’ Invite them? ‘’

What you said next was something that almost made Soobin’s jaw drop, it was so unexpected of you and also downright crazy.

‘’ Yes, and if they won’t come willingly, we kidnap one of them. ‘’

*******

Twenty minutes later, the two of you were driving back to the city while you were on your phone texting. The easiest person to kidnap? Sunoo of course. Most likely he’d be near the gym where Ni-ki trained so you had to act very quickly.

But when going through the contact list you realized you didn’t even have his number. With a groan in frustration, your eyes scanned over the only numbers you had, Jungwon and Sunghoon - and well, also Jay since you had gone over to his house.

You assumed he got your number from the others, because one day he just texted you with his name and told you to add him. The others hadn’t done the same yet.

Jungwon was an immediate no, but would Sunghoon be willing to help you get to Sunoo? You didn’t have a good excuse for why you’d suddenly want his number.

‘’ We might have to go for Sunghoon. ‘’

‘’ Really? Is that the only option? ‘’

‘’ I didn’t even have Sunoo’s number. I thought I did. Seems they might’ve been strategic and not given everyone my number for a reason. ‘’

Soobin continued driving despite the lack of plans you had for when you’d eventually arrive. He went over the different people, weighing the pros and cons until he came to a suggestion.

‘’ You could ask Sunghoon where Jake is, or to get his number because you want to confront him about what he did. ‘’

‘’ Wouldn’t that bring them there too? ‘’

‘’ Maybe. It’s just the only thing I can think of. It’s definitely better than saying you want to apologize for your dad punching him and I don’t think Sunghoon would be very willing to budge. ‘’

‘’ Maybe, ‘’ you said mindlessly.

‘’ What about Yena then? ‘’

Your whole body stiffened. You hadn’t thought about her since you saw the phone.

‘’ Can’t, she’s locked up. We also don’t know why she had even contacted him in the first place. She could be on their side, ‘’ your voice had more edge to it than you had expected, making Soobin look at you wide-eyed.

‘’ You think she betrayed us? ‘’

You ticked your tongue, the annoyance and anger that had been brewing underneath the surface coming to light now.

‘’ I was wary of her in the beginning, ‘’ you huffed, ‘’ I can’t possibly come up with any other reasons for her texting him. It seemed- ‘’

‘’ Like she liked him? ‘’ Soobin filled in, sounding like he was in disbelief. His voice raised slightly without him meaning it to.

‘’ Exactly. ‘’

‘’ I think that’s too harsh, ‘’ he didn’t look like he agreed, ‘’ We shouldn’t jump to conclusions. We need to get her out before the guys have tightened the leash even more. ‘’

You rolled your eyes.

‘’ You wouldn’t understand how I feel anyway, you have never even been bullied! ‘’

With the two of you visibly getting irritated at each other it felt like the conversation had steered into an argument. Therefore you pressed your lips together and turned wordlessly to the window, only a dissatisfied grunt escaped from your mouth. Soobin looked at you rather disappointedly but then redirected his attention back on the road again.

It was clear that neither of you would change each other’s minds. Therefore, you went on your phone without consulting with him first, although you had listened and taken his suggestion into consideration. While going down the contact list yet again, you came up with a good idea.

You had to text Jungwon after all.

If you were in their shoes, texting the leader of the group would make you think that person wasn’t scheming; especially since Jungwon already knew how scared of him you were. To him and the rest of the group, it would seem illogical for you to text him if you were trying to trick them, because he would be the first to see through you.

9:45 pm

You: Hey

You: I don’t have Jake’s number

While you were typing the next message, an answer popped up.

Jungwon: Why do you need it?

You swallowed the nervosity you suddenly felt wash over you now that he was replying. Knowing the truth about him after today, you almost felt paranoid when you just thought about talking to him. What if he was analyzing your every word? What if he was watching you right now - following you everywhere and being one step ahead at all times?

You: I want to confront him about what he did

When you finally had the bravery to send the text, you almost had your heart in your throat as he replied just as quickly again. It felt like he was glued to his phone, waiting for your next move and maybe even amused at your behavior when texting; could he feel that you were anxious?

Jungwon: come over and I’ll tell you

It felt like a trap, especially considering Heeseung had mentioned a sleepover that would be coming up sometime soon.

You almost threw your phone and ranted to Soobin about how annoying and uncooperative Jugwon was being. In the end however, you bit your cheek and sighed, letting the awkward atmosphere from the disagreement continue.

The closer you got to the city, the more restless you felt. The phone hadn’t been picked up in a long time now; you had left him on read, surely making him seethe in anger.

But you didn’t care too much because you needed more time to gather your thoughts and scattered ideas.

Should you text Jay? You looked at the phone again - no, he was scaring you when you saw him earlier. Just Sunghoon left to try.

You: Sunghoon?

You had to make him feel special like you came to him first because you needed his help and no one else’s.

You: can you do me a favor?

Minutes passed with no response. You could feel Soobin glance at you every so often, eyes narrowing any time your head dipped down to your phone. The hands around the steering wheel had started clenching around it.

He wasn’t sure why you didn’t want to talk to him, he hadn’t said anything wrong after all. And the fact that you were so busy staring at your phone, eyes glued to it like you were in a trance - made him feel…

What did it make him feel, was that jealousy?

Soobin ran his hand through his hair and leaned his head against the arm that was resting on the window.

Jealousy?

He didn’t feel like he had the right to be. But, something about not knowing made him feel his stomach turn uncomfortably. What if you were flirting with them to get your way?

Even if that was a smart tactic it made him feel sick knowing they were enjoying it too much, maybe Jake would even-

He shook his head, trying to get the destructive thoughts out. They weren’t serving him any purpose except for making him miserable. He just wished you would talk to him.

The two of you now neared the parking lot where you met up with Yena. Soobin turned without warning and parked there, making you finally look up from your phone, having stared at it for minutes trying to figure out a response,

‘’ Why did you stop here? ‘’

He couldn’t stop the bitterness and irritation from showing in his tone.

‘’ You didn’t tell me anything so how was I supposed to know where to go? ‘’

You bit back your own need to be bitchy, ‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

Soobin let out a deep sigh of relief, a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders and a small smile shot to his lips, ‘’ I’m sorry too. But also…I got more pissed off by you not telling me anything, not just the disagreement. ‘’

‘’ I guess it was a good idea to park here then so we can go over the plan. ‘’

He turned off the car and turned to you, waiting for you to tell him what was going on.

‘’ Currently, Jungwon has been left on read- ‘’

‘’ Not smart, ‘’ he cut in.

‘’ And he’s not being cooperative at all. Like usual he’s just trying to make my life harder than it already is. So I texted Sunghoon but he’s taking a long time to respond. Also, if he’s with Jungwon he’ll probably give the same response as him. ‘’

‘’ Can I ask - is there any reason in particular you’re so adamant on making them come over? You haven’t even slept since everything went down this morning. Are you sure you’re okay? ‘’

‘’ What? Why wouldn’t I be? ‘’

Soobin grimaced and gave you a scolding look.

‘’ You know why, it’s not exactly something normal to cope with. ‘’

‘’ I’m not thinking about that right now because I don’t need to, ‘’ you snapped, biting down on your cheek when you realized the tone had come back.

He watched you silently.

‘’ Remember I told you I was scared they’d go for my parents? ‘’

‘’ Yeah? ‘’ his voice was laced with concern now.

‘’ They have, paid for my mom’s hospital bills so she could get treatment in a private hospital. ‘’

‘’ Did they have anything to do with it? ‘’

You frowned, ‘’ With what? ‘’

‘’ Well…she got bad so suddenly after being pretty stable. ‘’

You hadn’t even considered that possibility. You made a mental note to confront them about that sometime in the future.

Shrugging it off for the moment, you picked up your phone yet again and made sure to reply to Jungwon in case he’d do something bad.

10:01 pm

You: I’d rather die

He answered just as quickly yet again.

Jungwon: oh?

Jungwon: are you sure about that?

You ignored how it felt like your heart almost stopped. Clearing your throat you pressed on Sunghoon’s name instead, but this time you called him.

‘’ What do you want? ‘’ he picked up pretty fast.

‘’ Where’s Jake? ‘’

You thought it would sound less suspicious than asking for his number like you had with Jungwon.

‘’ Eh…why do you ask? ‘’

‘’ Just want to talk to him. ‘’

A chuckle could be heard from the other side of the line before it was cut off and another voice came on the phone, it was Heeseung.

‘’ Talk to him? Sweetheart, ‘’ he drawled, ‘’ You’ve done nothing but avoid us, and now you suddenly want to talk? ‘’

You swallowed thickly, ‘’ Yes.‘’

‘’ About? ‘’

‘’ What he did to me. ‘’

Heeseung hummed and seemed to think it over. You were about to say something again to catch his attention but it seemed Sunghoon was quicker than you. You assumed the phone was held far away from his mouth as he mumbled something to him.

Then the voice became clearer again when Sunghoon took the phone back and addressed you.

‘’ He’s at the gym Ni-ki and Sunoo train at. ‘’

‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ They play baseball together sometimes, Sunoo isn’t really into sports so he just watches, ‘’ he answered, sounding a bit surprised by your curious question.

‘’ And where is it? ‘’

‘’ I’ll text you the address. See you soon. ‘’

He hung up on you.

‘’ What did he say? ‘’ Soobin immediately asked.

You saw the text come through at the top with the address like he had said. Turning to Soobin you answered him, ‘’ Not much. ‘’

‘’ Not much? ‘’

‘’ Sunghoon said Jake was at the gym Ni-ki trains at. ‘’

‘’ Alone? ‘’

‘’ No, Sunoo and Ni-ki are also there. ‘’

He cursed under his breath, ‘’ I can’t see how we’re going to take on three guys at the same time! ‘’

‘’ Or more…’’ you mumbled ominously.

‘’ More? What do you mean more? ‘’

‘’ He said he’ll see me soon, probably meaning he and the others will show up too since I’m going there. ‘’

Soobin leaned back against the seat and sighed.

‘’ I guess we have to leave now then before they get there. ‘’

He turned the car on suddenly and pressed on the accelerator. The car jerked forward causing your body to be pressed against the seatbelt.

Soobin ignored your cries for him to slow down, because it was just a race against the clock now.

*******

You arrived at the gym around ten minutes later. It was located outside of the city, meaning you hopefully had an advantage in the time it would take to get there.

From the car, you couldn’t see anyone outside. It was a large warehouse-turned-gym with barely any streetlights. Stepping out of the car however, you spotted a dock not too far away where workers seemed to be busy. They were the only ones around and didn’t pay any attention to you and Soobin.

Overall it was a pretty shady area; if you didn’t know Ni-ki and Sunoo’s background you’d question why a guy with such rich friends was going to a gym like that.

‘’ Let’s go. ‘’

Soobin insisted on walking in front, occasionally sticking his arms out protectively whenever he saw a car that looked like it was turning into the area. You tried to go in front of him but he would just pull you back behind him and shake his head determinedly.

‘’ Soobin, how about you wait outside instead? ‘’ you eventually said, feeling anger bubbling inside of you.

‘’ Okay…but I’m not waiting in the car! ‘’

‘’ Fine, ‘’ you rolled your eyes.

Pushing past him you were just about to open the entrance door when it swung open and Jake almost walked into you. Right before he hit you, his head snapped up, a genuine look of surprise adorning his features.

‘’ Y/n? What are you doing- how did you know I was here? ‘’

You and Soobin looked at each other. They hadn’t told him they were coming? Maybe they weren’t and had just said that to scare you. Or maybe…they were watching from the shadows.

‘’ It doesn’t matter, can you talk? ‘’

He shrugged, ‘’ I was going out for some fresh air anyway. ‘’

Soobin backed away to give you some space, you knew it would just tick Jake off if he saw him being near you.

You dragged Jake in between the gym and another warehouse. It wasn’t quite small enough to be called an alley so Soobin could still see you clearly from where he was standing and you didn’t feel as scared.

‘’ Please come with me, I know you want me for myself and you hate it when the others are near me! ‘’ you spat out immediately and then chewed on your lip, thinking you had been too direct.

His puppy eyes widened. He was a lot more surprised and taken back than you expected. Would he put up a fight instead of coming willingly? You had been so sure he would, with just a few words and nothing else.

‘’ Slow down! Are you in a hurry?

He seemed to have noticed your flickering gaze, alternating between glancing back at Soobin, the gym where Ni-ki and Sunoo were at, and even behind him to see if the others were approaching.

‘’ No- I, oh forget it. Just answer me, do you not want to have me all to yourself? ‘’

An amused smirk spread on his face. The tables had finally turned for him - now you were the one begging for his affection and attention. He remained silent, curious to see what else you’d say if he didn’t give in.

And you did continue speaking rapidly. You gave him the one thing he wanted - the most tempting offer to Jake.

‘’ I’ll…sleep with you. ‘’

It was like everything went quiet, both for you and Jake. Like the birds stopped singing out of distaste for you going against your morals to get that revenge you so desperately wanted; like the wind stopped howling out of disbelief and even like the cars in traffic stopped in their tracks.

‘’ Yes, ‘’ he said breathlessly.

You were already starting to regret it when you saw his eyes darken with lust only at the promise of such unholy things. Disgust flashed across your face before you hooked your arm under his and hurriedly brought him over to Soobin’s car.

‘’ Go! ‘’

He started the car and drove away in a flash, leaving Sunoo and Ni-ki who had stepped outside staring after the car with open mouths and worried expressions.

While driving onto the highway, you felt eyes on you from the front seat. Soobin was watching you silently, trying to read your expressions to figure out how you did it. Your face was blank, mirroring your thoughts as you felt empty and repulsed by yourself - so instead, his attention drifted to the one sitting next to you in the back of the car.

Immediately when their eyes met, Soobin’s stomach dropped. A feeling that something was wrong, off, or that you had done something he would disapprove of hit him. Jake faced him confidently, with a big grin, telling him that you couldn’t have threatened him much. What have you done?

*******

The atmosphere was weird when the three of you finally arrived at the cabin. After the whole silent car ride, you stepped into the house feeling more with every step that you were making a huge mistake.

‘’ We’ll talk alone for a bit, ‘’ you said to Soobin when you took Jake by the hand and started pulling him towards the staircase.

Hurt flashed across his features, but he only nodded and smiled, going off somewhere to wait and be blissfully unaware of what was likely about to go down.

You avoided looking at Jake on the way up, knowing what facial expression he’d likely wear. It wasn't until you closed the door behind you in a smaller bedroom that you did so at last.

He threw himself on the bed comfortably and his eyes watched you, full of anticipation.

‘’ First, you give me information, then- ‘’ you grimaced and had to look away.

‘’ Then you’ll give me what I want? ‘’

You nodded, throat too dry to say it out loud.

‘’ Yena, ‘’ that was the first thing you could think of asking him about.

‘’ What about her? ‘’ he scoffed with a smile on his face.

‘’ Did she betray me? Is she on your side? ‘’

It took some time before he answered. He was carefully reevaluating if this was actually a choice the rest of the group would be fine with. After all, he could lie about some things and say some truth; then he’d have you, and finally he’d text the guys his location so they could come.

It was too risky to text now though, so after making up his mind for the final time, he was ready to answer your questions.

‘’ She didn’t betray you. But it’s a long and complicated story. ‘’

‘’ Tell me. Everything. ‘’

‘’ Jungwon found out she had a crush on Sunghoon, so he convinced us to try and use that as leverage to get her to spy on you and get close to you. ‘’

‘’ But? ‘’

‘’ She found out about the bullying from eavesdropping and wanted to help the poor girl she heard her brother boast about torturing before even meeting you. That bitch was smarter than we expected, ‘’ he chuckled, ‘’ She pretended to have a crush on Sunghoon, it was never real. All she had to do was give him some looks and get all shy whenever he was at the house and it fooled her brother. ‘’

‘’ Did she hear them talking about using her? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, but even before that she predicted that they might try to. Everyone in Jungwon’s proximity has been forced to help in one way or another, Yena was always next on the list. Only, they hated each other so much that he needed to have some sort of blackmail or something to lure her with. ‘’

‘’ Lure her? ‘’

‘’ Sunghoon promised to date her if she helped us, ‘’

You didn’t answer, because you weren’t really sure how to respond.

‘’ To be honest, I’m not even sure she did it for you. Maybe she just thought it was the perfect opportunity to use the situation with you as a means to bring her brother down. But, I think after some time of being close to you she developed some compassion. ‘’

Your head hung as you felt shame wash over you. So Soobin had been right again. First, you relentlessly suspected him, and now Yena, the only two that have been the most willing to help you.

‘’ How did you find out she tricked you? ‘’

‘’ Most of our parents work at the company, she was stupid to think not a single worker wouldn’t recognize her and rapport it. ‘’

‘’ She was in disguise, kind of. ‘’

‘’ Not a very good one, was it? ‘’

You felt a sour taste in your mouth at the mocking. However, something far more important occupied your thoughts not long after.

‘’ What is going to happen to her then? ‘’

A half-smile appeared on his lips. ‘’ I don’t actually know. Whatever Jungwon sees fit. ‘’

Your eyes bulged and your mouth hung slightly open.

‘’ What no- don’t tell me. ‘’

His face was an answer in itself. You slumped down in defeat on the chair that was standing in the corner of the room.

‘’ Kill her? ‘’ you mumbled, voice shaky.

‘’ Anything else you want to know? ‘’ Jake continued unbotheredly.

You took some time to think of things, still processing everything else. It felt like it never ended, more and more information that was worse than the last kept piling up throughout the day.

‘’ Did you do something to my mom, ‘’ you carefully began, unsure halfway through the sentence if you wanted to finish it or not.

His eyes narrowed.

‘’ That made her need treatment? ‘’

Jake licked his lips, but his gaze didn’t waver when he responded, ‘’ Yeah. ‘’

‘’ Why? ‘’ you whispered.

Tears that hadn’t yet reached your eyes irritated your throat and made it feel like it was hard to speak.

‘’ Heeseung thought it was the best way to make you act, or come to us. ‘’

‘’ You’re so fucking…evil. ‘’

He didn’t flinch at the harsh words. Maybe he was used to hearing them. Staying on the bed, he kept his distance and gave you some space, not even bothering to try and console you.

Another question popped up when you started burying your face against your knees.

‘’ Are you going to hurt Soobin? ‘’

‘’ Do we have a reason to? ‘’ Jake stilled, ‘’ Do you like him? ‘’

It was easier to lie when he couldn’t see your face, quickly you shook your head.

‘’ Then maybe not, for now. ‘’

‘’ And Yeonjun? ‘’

An amused laugh broke from his lips.

‘’ Oh, that guy! ‘’ he dramatically burst out.

‘’ He won’t be a threat at all, he’s been locked up in his room for hours and refusing to come out. If he actually does at some point, he will be too emotional to do any real damage to us. ‘’

You were thinking of more questions to ask and raised your head to see if you could think of any if you looked at him. It was obvious he was getting impatient. His leg was bouncing up and down and he was partially glaring at you.

When you finally gave him your attention fully, he stood up. With every step that he got nearer, you tried to push yourself as far away as you could while sitting in that chair.

Two arms came down and rested on either sides of the chair, caging you in. You dreaded what would come next.

‘’ Y/n! ‘’

Soobin’s shriek made you jump out of your seat. It sounded serious. With Jake hot on your heel you ran down the stairs and found him in the hallway, looking out of the window next to the door.

‘’ Come, ‘’ he stepped aside so you could go up to the window, ‘’ Doesn’t that look like Sunghoon? ‘’

You practically pressed your face against the cold glass, desperately hoping it wasn’t true. But, just like Soobin had said, you saw a figure followed by one more moving closer and closer right to where you were.

‘’ Is the door locked? ‘’

The door abruptly swung open just then, making you and Soobin jump back while Jake’s face lit up with hope. You had missed one figure; the one who was much closer to the door than the others.

Through the door came your bullies, one after another except for Ni-ki, Sunoo, and Sunghoon.

Jungwon didn’t waste a second, he approached Jake and - plunged his fist deep into Jake’s abdomen which had him doubled over in pain, head thrown back in a silent scream. He clutched his stomach and slowly raised his head, on his face wasn’t anger but betrayal.

He moved and his hand slipped a bit, giving you a full view of where he had been hurt. You saw it first - blood. He wasn’t just punched, he was stabbed. The scarlet liquid trickled down onto the white Victorian carpet below, coloring it terrifyingly fast.

But despite that, he looked more psychologically in pain. Crystals of tears had started glossing his big eyes, which held so many unspoken words in them.

Jungwon looked at him blankly at first. Then when the blood had started seeping out and Jake had looked so terrified of him and caught by surprise, not being able to take his eyes off of the friend that betrayed him; he slowly stopped trying to hold back the sinister smile that wanted so badly to adorn his ruby red lips.

This is what you deserve, traitor, he thought, wondering if Jake knew him so well after all those years of being friends that he could see what he was thinking by just looking at him. It was hard of course. Eyes are the windows of the soul, but what if you don’t have one? Or rather, what if it is the soul of the devil?

Jake began shaking his head, digging his heels into the ground to be able to push himself back a little, creating very little distance between him and Jungwon. It amused the psycho, whose smile only grew wider, you think you’re safe?

‘’ I-I was-wasn’t going…to betray you, ‘’ Jake pushed out in between his ragged breaths.

He came closer, eliciting panic to flare up in Jake, making his eyes bulge. But he couldn’t push himself back anymore, he had hit the cabin’s wall behind him.

‘’ I don’t care. You came here only for selfish reasons, ignoring the pact we made, ‘’ Jungwon said sternly, the smile had disappeared. He looked furious now, all that hidden anger coming to the surface.

‘’ Jay got punished today too when he didn’t tell us about y/n coming over, didn’t you know about that? ‘’ Heeseung added.

Jay shifted uncomfortably in the background, he seemed to have a limp, but it was still nowhere near as bad as the punishment Jake recieved.

‘’ This isn’t the same as with Jay, ‘’ Jungwon started when he noticed Jake’s eyes wandering to him, ‘’ He told us he didn’t do anything with her, and we know out of everyone you would be more likely to. ‘’

Jake sniffled, ignoring how pathetic he looked to the others. He didn’t want to die yet, he was too young. No part of him understood how this happened - he just wanted his friends back, for them to tell him it was going to be okay and take him to the hospital before the time ran out.

His hands reached up to the crouched Jungwon’s legs, grabbing onto the fabric, ‘’ No, please…please don’t do this to me, ‘’ he let the tears he had fought so hard to keep in fall.

Jay stepped forward and Heeseung followed close behind. It was like you were invisible to them, completely uninvolved in the internal friend conflict that had happened. You and Soobin stood a few meters away.

Soobin, when seeing what had happened, pulled you into his arms and turned his body around so you were blocked from seeing your bullies. You cried, shaking against his chest while he tried his best to calm you by stroking your hair slowly.

His eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of him, listening closely to any cues that meant he should get you out of there. The words that were said sounded muffled to you. You weren’t sure if it was due to hearing your heart racing in your ears or being pressed so close to Soobin, either way it blocked out the voices.

You were brought back when you heard Jake’s distressed crying. They hurt Jay? You and Soobin should’ve probably expected that. Jake did tell them about the time he went to the apartment alone so you weren’t sure why you forgot that and assumed any action done alone by the members was completely fine.

Jake shook his head again. Beads of sweat had started to form on his pale forehead. The energy had very quickly drained out of him, likewise the blood that didn’t stop flowing down despite his efforts to put pressure on it with his hands.

‘’ I was going to-to call y-you after. ‘’

Pouring more salt into the wound of betrayal, the group stood up without neither saying another word to him or letting him speak. His cries became louder as his head fell down with a thump on the floor, desperate words begging for saving going ignored while he laid there. His tears mixed with his blood, but it was like he was a ghost to everyone.

Heeseung turned to Soobin who had almost forgotten he was there, so encaptivated and invested in what he was watching. He inhaled sharply through his teeth and stepped back further, forcing you to move. Your head snapped up when your feet seemed to have moved on their own.

You were so stunned when they came up to you and hooked their arms around Soobin, dragging him away that not a word left your mouth. Paralyzed you stared at them, feeling as if your limbs were unable to support your weight if you tried moving.

‘’ If you want him to live, come to the sleepover. We’ll give you three days. ‘’

With one last look at their friend on the floor, looking quite immobile now - the three of them walked out of the door, not once looking back at him. It was as if he had never existed to them at all.

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A. Matthews - Father’s Day

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Auston Matthews x Reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning(s): mention’s of sex

Bear with me. This is a recovery fic lol. I have so much medicine in my system it’s amusing 😭

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“Ohh you’ll never guess what I did today!”

Auston and I could barely contain our smiles in the front seat of his car, glancing at each other while Hudson kicked his feet and giggled in the back. It was no special occasion, but for a single mother one special day in June was like a national holiday after finding a man. Especially a few weeks after he finally proposed. Auston and I had spent our day naked in bed, passionate and loving, laughing and joyous. We needed it, quite honestly. And it felt good to know Auston felt appreciated and happy on such a day. After all the hard work he put in, and the amount of time he spent with Hudson when the summer began, I didn’t take no for an answer when he said he didn’t want to celebrate Father’s Day.

“What did you do today, Hudsy?” Auston asked curiously.

“I can’t tell you! It ruins the surprise!” Hudson’s complaint made us both snicker.

With school out, and myself still working, Auston was usually on Hudson duty from day to day. When he brought up the idea of Hudson attending a summer day camp three days a week, we discussed it for a while before bringing it up to the kid. He seemed completely on board with a little encouragement, and we definitely couldn’t have made a better decision. His days were only four hours long, so we still had an abundance of time with him, and it also gave Auston a break when he needed it, and time for us to spend alone on my days off.

“So there’s a surprise?” I asked, glancing toward the road as Auston drove us back to my place. I had a hunch as to what kind of surprise it was, but I kept it to myself.

“Yes! I have the biggest surprise!”

“It wouldn’t happen to be in the bag, would it?” Auston asked, peeking in the rear view mirror at the brown paper bag Hudson held.

“Don’t look, dude!”

Auston was still patiently waiting for ‘dude’ to turn to ‘dad.’ He and Hudson had a few conversations discussing the fact that he would be Hudson’s dad, but Hudson had yet to actually call him anything but Auston.

“Well when can we see it?” Auston laughed.

“When I’m ready.”

And sure enough, Hudson took his sweet old time. Once we got home, he bounced off to his bedroom while I got started on dinner. Auston joined me to help, but he was more or less a distraction. After I had placed the lasagna in the oven, I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his shoulders and smile.

“Happy Father’s Day.” I whispered between chaste kisses. Auston pressed my back gently against the countertop. I giggled.

“That still sounds weird.” Auston spoke quietly in return.

“Don’t tell Hudson it sounds weird when he decides to start calling you dad.” I advised playfully. Auston pressed another kiss to my lips.

“You know I won’t.” He smirked, his hands traveling to my hips. “You wouldn’t happen to know when that’s coming, would you?”

“That kid is unpredictable. Just be patient, Aus. He loves you. Baby steps.”

“Right.” Auston sighed quietly.

“Right, what?” I was swift to pick up on his mood change.

“Right, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Auston flashed me a feigned smile and pressed a kiss to my head.

“Auston.” I was quick to scold, watching as his eyes fell to the floor in consideration.

“I don’t know, it’s just-“ I pulled away to open the fridge. “I see all my friends with kids and.. they get called dad all the time and.. I don’t know.”

“Makes you a little jealous?”

“Sad, actually.”

I turned back to him, raising a brow.

“I do everything they do. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Auston.” I smiled, in both understanding and reassurance. Every parent questioned their methods, he was no exception. “You’re not doing anything wrong. Look at it from his perspective. Hudson never knew his first dad. He’s never had a guy to call dad. Or a father figure. And now he has a man in his life who takes care of him and his mom. His first proper example of a father. He’s still understanding that this is what a father is.” I reached out to cup his cheek. “You are his dad, I have no doubt about it. Just give it time.” I flashed him a quick smile.

“Baby steps.” Auston repeated my previous words.

“Baby steps.” I affirmed, leaning in once again to kiss him. Auston managed a smile against my lips. When I pulled back, I spotted a little figure in the doorway, startling me.

“Go ahead.” Hudson waved us on, carrying the little paper bag to the table and climbing up into his seat. Auston and I both smiled as we watched him, turning to keep our eyes on the boy as he got situated.

“Do we get to see this surprise now?” Auston asked, suspicious and excited.

“In a few minutes.”

“Damn.” Auston muttered, and I was swift to backhand his arm.

“You know better.” I scolded softly.

“Auston you shouldn’t curse.” Hudson piped up, and I had to stifle a laugh as Auston looked wide eyed at my child.

“Hudson,” I scolded. Despite the situation being amusing, I still had the motherly role to play. “You shouldn’t tell Auston what to do.”

“But you say it’s bad.” Hudson defended himself.

“For grownups it’s a little different.” I tried to reason, but sometimes a simple, ‘because I said so’ was easier to say.

“I guess so.” Hudson shrugged, lifting his eyes to peek at Auston. “Okay.” He breathed out a sigh, placing his hands dramatically on the table. “It’s surprise time.”

“Finally?” Auston smirked, quickly leaving the kitchen to join Hudson at the table.

“Is it for both of us?” I questioned.

“No… sorry mom. It’s just for Auston.”

I glanced at Auston to see the cheeky smirk on his lips, and I rolled my eyes.

“Today at day camp. The girl asked the kids if they celebrated Father’s Day. And a lot of them raised their hands.” Hudson peeked down at the table. “I didn’t.. and later she asked me why. And I told her ‘cause I didn’t have a dad before. And she said that’s okay. That sometimes it’s okay to celebrate your pap or great grandpap.. or nobody at all, and I told her that there was this one guy.”

I folded my arms across my chest and watched as Hudson drew shapes into the wooden table with his finger.

“I told her that he takes care of me when I’m sick. And that he tells me he loves me before he drops me off.. that he sings for me sometimes even if he sucks at singing.. and that he’s marrying my mom.” I considered grabbing my phone to film, but I wanted to live in this moment while it happened.

“Yeah?” Auston prompted him on. “He sounds pretty cool.” I immediately rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, he is pretty cool.” Hudson nodded in response, barely registering the joke Auston had made. “The girl said, that sounds an awful lot like a dad to me.. and then she helped me make this thingy.” Hudson finally opened the brown bag, rummaging through it until he snatched up the item inside.

“It’s not a lot.. but I wanted to celebrate Father’s Day with you.” Hudson’s cheeks turned red as he set his hands on the table and presented a little threaded bracelet. “It says dad.” He explained, and I could only assume there were beads on the one side I couldn’t see. I clasped a hand over my mouth, watching as Auston’s lips turned upward into a huge smile.

“Hudson.” Auston reached out to take the bracelet. “This is awesome, Buddy!” I could barely contain my smile at the sight of tears in Auston’s eyes. I would have loved to butt in, but it wasn’t my moment to share.

“I’m really, really happy you stayed.” Hudson watched Auston slip the bracelet on. “And I’m happy you’re marrying my momma.”

“Well ya know what, bud?” Auston leaned forward to ruffled Hudson’s hair. “I’m happy I’m gonna have the coolest and best kid in the whole universe.”

“I’ll be- technically your step kid though.. right?” My brow shot up in surprise.

“Nope.” Auston shook his head. “You’re just my kid. My son. No steps, no anything. You’re my son.”

“And you’re my dad?”

“Hell yeah, I’m your dad.”

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their secret weapon pt. 3

requested by @babybatlover - “Evkegnevnegnnbv I LOVE the series. What if rowdy judgment day also got a kinda smutty? Also if you make another part to Their Secret Weapon can you tag me plz?”

Synopsis: The Judgement Day sure does know how to party...

Tags: smut, poly!judgement day, fem!reader, dom!rhea, dom!damian, dom!finn, dom!dominik, bottom!reader, kissing, groping, oral, teasing, overstimulation, choking, masturbation

A/N: you wanted smutty TJD? you’re getting smutty TJD (even tho it’s not the best i could do lol). this is also definitely going to become a series so if you want to be tagged in any updates please let me know!! i’ve also made the decision that this is being written with fem! reader in mind, but with future posts i’m going to incorporate more male!reader or unspecified options for anyone else! i’m working on more posts for other superstars as well but pls don’t be afraid to send requests my way!

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Dominik wasn’t kidding when he said The Judgement Day got rowdy when they celebrated. For four people who normally kept their composure, something about alcohol and good music really got them going. Not only that, but they didn’t need anyone but themselves to have a party. And now, that was a party of five. And Y/N felt like she was finally a true member of this group.

Not only did the four of them know how to party, but Y/N was now finally getting to see the behind the scenes of their relationship. While it was no secret that Dom, Rhea, Damian, and Finn were close with one another and had a special relationship…there was a whole other level to it that only real members of The Judgement Day got to see. Needless to say, Y/N was seeing it all clearly in front of her. No time was wasted getting back to the hotel after NXT and immediately purchasing the best bottles of liquor for the five of them to celebrate their new member. Damian was playing DJ for the night, and it was almost shocking just how good of a taste in music he had. While he controlled the music, Finn was playing bartender and making sure no one had an empty cup for more than five minutes. Just as Damian was a good DJ, Finn was great at mixology. Dominik was serving as the entertainment and was performing his party tricks for the group…even though many of them resulted in eye rolls from The Eradicator herself. There was only so many times the young wrestler could burp the alphabet before Rhea lost her mind.

As the alcohol kept flowing, the group got more and more rowdy. Damian’s music got louder, Finn’s drinks got stronger, and Dominik’s tricks got slightly more risky. As Y/N sat in Damian’s lap, her back to the large man’s chest and a cherry lollipop stuck between her lips, everyone couldn’t help but laugh as Dom tripped over his own two feet trying to showcase his newly ‘crafted’ backflip. He was feeling the alcohol just as much as everyone else since he stayed on the floor and laughed. “You’re all so mean.” He playfully pouted. Finn rolled his eyes and held out another mixed drink to the younger member. “We’re not mean, you’re just fragile.”

Y/N smiled and leaned her head back against Damian’s shoulder, smiling back at him as they made eye contact with one another. She fit perfectly on his lap, but then again Damian would say the same thing for their other three partners. Rhea sat next to them and leaned on Damian’s other shoulder and gently pulled the lollipop from Y/N’s mouth. “I’ve been dying to kiss you since you became part of our family.” She said softly, leaning in and kissing Y/N passionately. Y/N didn’t need any convincing to reciprocate the kiss either, and she began to make out with Rhea as Damian kept his arms around both of them. “Rhea hasn’t shut up about it,” he teased, finishing his own drink. “And truthfully, I think all of us have been just as patient.” Damian gently tugged Y/N’s face away from Rhea’s to begin kissing the new disciple with just as much fervor and passion as The Eradicator. For someone known as ‘The Punisher,” Damian was gentle with his affection. His desperate kisses were a compliment to his gentle touches on Y/N’s cheek and sides.

Dominik had moved to sit with Finn on the bed, curled up to the other man’s sides as he smiled at their partners. “You could at least come over here and share with us.” He teased, which made Finn laugh before he started to give Dom gentle kisses on his neck. Damian smirked and obliged by picking Y/N up in his arms and dropping her playfully onto the bed. Rhea wasn’t far behind, and she settled herself on the other side of Dominik. “Damian’s right, we’ve all been patient.” Finn mumbled before moving to sit closer to Y/N and letting his hands wander over their body. Y/N gasped and arched her back; she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol speaking or the unacknowledged sexual tension that had lived amongst this group for the last couple of weeks. But now it was clear how much everyone was ready to finally act on their urges. “Oh my god…” she whispered and squeezed her thighs together.

Rhea laughed at Y/N’s reaction and it only made her want to fuck with Y/N more. “Jesus, you’re fucking irresistable.” She mumbled as her hands went to Y/N’s shorts. She didn’t waste any time undoing the buttons and slipping them off of the new girl’s legs to show the black lace panties (that she most definitely wore out of hopes something along these lines would ensue). Damian practically growled when he saw her underwear and began to palm himself. “Fuck.” he groaned and used his free hand to brush Y/N’s hair from her face. “She knew what she was doing when she picked those out.”

Dominik licked his lips at the sight of Rhea touching Y/N. He couldn’t help himself either and wanted his own piece of her, so he let his hands focus on her chest to play with her through the flimsy t-shirt she chose to wear. “I could rip this off of her right now.” Rhea laughed at Dom and started to leave gentle, teasing kisses against Y/N’s clit through her panties. “Who said you couldn’t?” She mumbled, Dominik immediately smirking before grabbing the fabric and ripping it down the front to expose the matching bralette. He leaned down and started to kiss Y/N’s chest, which only riled her up more and made her arch her back into his lips.

Finn smirked at the show in front of him and wrapped his hand in Y/N’s hair, giving it a tug so she was looking up at him. “Welcome to your initiation night, babygirl.” He said. Y/N smirked as her hips started to move in small circles against Rhea’s mouth after her panties had finally come off. “You’ve earned this after all the hard work you’ve put in the last few weeks.” Dominik nodded at Finn’s words, one of his hands playing with Y/N’s nipple while the other left small marks on her skin. “Only the best for our girl.”

Damian rested one hand on Finn’s lower back as he continued to touch himself. “Look at her squirming. She can’t even stay still long enough for Rhea to make her feel good.” Y/N whimpered at his words and Rhea grabbed her hips to keep her still. “She tastes so good.” She smirked against Y/N’s core, and her words only made Y/N moan a little louder. She turned her head and saw Dmian touching himself, and she couldn’t help but want to make him feel good. Her hand replaced his over his length and she began to slowly jerk his cock for him, and in return his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. “Oh, fuck me.” Damian mumbled. Everyone chuckled as they watched Y/N, and it only made them work even harder to make her feel good. “She’s so helpful.” Dominik teased and moved his kisses up to Y/N’s exposed neck to leave more marks.

Y/N was so deep in ecstasy with her four partners around her that it was almost a shock when she reached her climax. She writhed under Rhea and Dominik’s touch while Finn and Damian continued to verbally tease her, all the while bringing Damian to his own climax. “Oh, good fucking girl.” Damian smiled down at her. “She’s so pretty when she cums.” Finn said, letting Dom and Rhea move off of her before he quickly flipped her over onto her stomach. “We’re nowhere near finished, though.” He smirked and kneeled behind her. Damian went to kneel in front of Y/N, pulling Rhea and Dom into their own passionate kisses. “Keep her entertained while Finn and I have our fun?” He mumbled, the other two both nodding with huge grins on their faces.

Finn started to slowly rub his hard cock against Y/N’s wet core. “Rhea was nice for not making you ask for permission to cum on her face.” He said before slapping Y/N’s ass. “I’m not as nice as her, though.” He smirked and started to poke his tip at her entrance. Y/N moaned and leaned her head back to see Damian holding his own cock in front of her face. “You can clean up the mess you made while Finn has his fun.” He groaned as she easily took him into his mouth and began to bob her head. Dominik and Rhea moaned as they watched, touching one another as well since neither got to finish yet. “Can you believe she’s all ours?” Dom asked against Rhea’s lips. She chuckled and focused her thumb on the tip of his cock. “It’s too good to be true.”

Y/N gasped as Finn finally gave in and slowly pushed himself into her entrance. He didn’t even give her a second to breathe before he began thrusting. “Finn’s just happy he has a new toy to play with.” Rhea smirked. Y/N pulled off of Damian to catch her breath, looking up at him as she drooled down her chin. “More…I need more…” she begged softly, to which Damian laughed at her and put her mouth back on his cock. “Don’t you worry, princess. You’re going to get plenty more tonight.” Once again, she barely got the chance to register how She was close to cumming until the edge hit her like a brick wall. Finn, however, knew exactly how close she was and slowed down his thrusts to keep her from getting what she wanted. “Remember what I told you.” He said and slapped her ass again. Y/N whined loudly and pulled off of Damian again with a gasp. “Please let me cum! Please please please!?” She begged as Rhea and Dominik laughed at her. Damian didn’t waste any time in putting her mouth to work again as Finn began to touch her clit. “I don’t know…I’ll have to think.”

No one had ever challenged Y/N like this before…but holy fuck did she love it. She loved it so much that the relentless teasing from her four partners and Finn’s magic touch made her unravel underneath them. Her body trembled as she came for the second time that night, and Finn growled behind her and tugged her hair so she was on her knees, her back to his chest. “I thought I told you to wait?” He smirked as his hand wrapped around her throat. Y/N moaned and continued to gently grind back against his cock out of desperation. “I-I tried, I promise!” She said, even though she was still smirking.

“Unfortunately, we’ll just have to keep going until you learn your lesson.” Damian said with a smirk. Needless to say, The Judgement Day has lived up to their reputation as rowdy partiers.

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tieronecrush · 1 year

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I have a request but it’s also infideltiy so I understand if you ignore this lol.

I’ve been thinking lately about a scenario where reader and Joel have been separated since the outbreak for a few years, reader starts dating some guy in the QZ she’s at, joel shows up and they reunite. Joel really tries to stay away and respect her relationship but they’re both too emotional and horny to resist. I really do love passionate reuinion sex tho!!!!

thank you so much for your request lovely nonnie! i switched it up just a lil bit to make the reader the one who shows up with her bf to boston where joel already is - hope that’s okay!!

muscle memory

joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

word count: 6.5k

summary: when you flee the baltimore QZ to head to boston with your boyfriend and others, the last person you expect to see is joel miller. you had mourned him for years, having thought your last partner was lost to you forever. when the two of you start smuggling together, more time around each other only seems to strengthen your connection - to the point where neither of you can manage the tension anymore.

warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, no age specified, use of pet names (‘bonny’, ‘little lamb’, ‘sugar’), infidelity, previous relationship, mentions of death/loss, some angsty angst, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise, mild breeding kink, possessive!joel, soft!dom joel

Boston is an upgrade from Baltimore. At least in the state you left it; the Baltimore QZ had finally succumbed to Firefly occupation and FEDRA was forced out. Not that it really mattered to you, but it was another reason to add to the list. The biggest reason for your caravan up north was that your smuggling lines and connections had dried up. Like, completely. Either people found better deals or died on their journeys outside of the walls of whatever QZ they were from. You mostly dealt with Washington and Philly, both having been radio silent for weeks by the time your smuggling group made the decision to move on. You were welcoming the change; sure, the means to get there was full of uncertainty and danger, but the group you were with and your boyfriend of a few months, Danny, made you feel the slightest bit more confident trekking through the decimated country.

It’s been a few weeks since you all officially transitioned into the Boston QZ, registered under FEDRA, and having gone through your quarantine. You all settled into your government-assigned homes, you living with Danny and others grouping up to attempt to make these shabby walls feel like home.

It was easy to be with Danny. You two had known each other for years, done tons of runs together, and developed a comfortable friendship. Your relationship was born out of convenience -- after hooking up one night when you both needed to be taken care of, you stayed together. It was nice to have companionship, but it certainly wasn’t love.

You haven’t felt that way since Joel.

Joel Miller. Your partner when the world went to shit.

The two of you were together for a couple of years, and you were planning to move in with him at the start of the new year - 2004. It was supposed to be your year. Moving in with the love of your life and his daughter that you loved as if she were your own, probably getting engaged or just eloping with him, maybe even talking about growing your little family.

You loved your life before. You mourned it for years after the outbreak happened, knowing you likely wouldn’t see any part of it again.

When Outbreak Day happened, you weren’t with Joel. You weren’t even in Austin. It was the week of your mom’s 60th birthday, and she had begged you to come up north for a visit. You were supposed to fly home on September 26th. You were supposed to surprise Joel for his own birthday.

And then your flight got canceled. Rebooked for the following day.

And everything changed.

But that was years ago, now it’s 2010. Family members were long gone, friends made along the way lost, too. You grieved as well as you could with the way the world moved now. Despite searching for any sign of Joel, or Sarah, or even his brother Tommy, you accepted your fate to be alone and settled in Baltimore.

And now, you were accepting the fate that your new home would be Boston. Seemed like a decent replacement in your mind, and hearing about the smuggling business here made you eager to get involved.

The small group that you traveled with had arranged a meeting with two of the more prolific runners in the city. You weren’t given any details besides a meeting place and time, so when that night came, you and Danny made your way into the dilapidated storage building along with your friends from Baltimore.

You glanced around at the place, attention turning to the small huffs of frustration coming from your boyfriend next to you. He was fiddling with the zipper on his jacket, the grooves stuck in the fabric. Nimble fingers worked it loose as you stood amongst everyone, Danny’s lips pressing to your hairline in a sweet thanks.

There is no way in whatever is holy, if there even is anything out there, that Joel is seeing who he thinks he’s seeing. They must be a figment of his imagination. It’s been seven years.

And then he hears that laugh. This stranger has a laugh that he would recognize anywhere.

That’s your laugh. That smile is yours, too. And when you turn towards him finally, his gaze fixed on you since you entered the room, he meets your eyes. Those eyes that made his heart sing whenever they shined with joy, made him shatter when they were filled with tears, made him completely head over heels for you.

And right now, they were making it all come rushing back. The heartbreak, the loss, the grief, the love.

A small gasp escapes your mouth when you recognize him. He was aging, that much he knew. Had some grays sprinkled into his brown hair, his beard was just as patchy as it had been before. He had harsher lines on his face, the world wearing him down much quicker than it would if the outbreak never happened — if he never knew what loss was like.

You’re taking inventory of all of his changes, and he notices similar ones in you. Your hair is longer, even pulled back he can tell it’s inches past where you normally would keep it. There’s the faintest wrinkles next to your eyes, soft smile lines near your lips. Signs that you stayed light in the world of darkness. That made the pain in his chest lessen just the smallest amount.

He keeps checking that you’re still there during the entire meeting. Tess does the talking, some grumbles of rules coming from him, but he’s thankful that she’s taken the lead ‘cause he doesn’t know if he could get more than a handful of words out at a time. With arms crossed over his chest, he pinches his bicep as he glances at you again, assuring himself that he isn’t dreaming or having a bad trip from those pills he takes.

The rest of the meeting goes by quickly, plans are made for the next few runs to integrate the newest additions. He stays back, hoping that you would do the same. There was no way that he wasn’t going to talk to you; he’d run after you if you left.

Luckily for him, you had understood the subliminal messages in the short bits of eye contact he made with you.

The guy that was with you stayed, too, but he stood near the exit while you stepped closer to Joel.

With you right in front of him, he gave himself another quick pinch before clearing his throat. Just when he was about to break the growing awkward tension in the stale air, he heard your voice crack.

“Hi.”

That’s all you say, and suddenly he can’t help the grin that quips up to the side. A hushed chuckle exhales through his mouth shortly, eyes locking with yours.

“Hey there, bonny.”

He watches your shoulders drop from their frigid position, uneasiness visibly relaxing after the greeting. He grins wider, dimple deepening in his cheek as his chest tightens from the gentle reaction he’s gotten out of you.

He still had the tiniest bit of his accent. Especially when he said that nickname. Short for bluebonnet, Texas’s wildflower, which is where the name originated from. Joel called you his wildflower, and when you asked him what kind of flower one night, he told you he only knew bluebonnets. Typical proud Texan man. Eventually, the moniker turned into ‘bonny’.

It’s a nickname you hadn’t heard since your last phone call with him, disappointment evident in his voice when you had to confess that your planned surprise wasn’t going to happen and that you would be home the next day to celebrate with him belatedly.

“‘S alright, bonny. Sarah’s already got something planned for the two of us. Promised her I’d pick up a cake on the way home from the site.”

Your stomach had toiled with anxiety that day from his sadness that you were going to be missing from his birthday and that he was just missing you. This time around, hearing that same nickname roused your nerves from the thrill that it zipped down your spine, the sound of his voice around the words tingling in your ears.

The two of you make introductions to your respective tag-alongs, Joel to Danny and you to Tess. Greetings were passed and conversation flowed, the two of you skating around your history with company present, only divulging necessary details. You two dated before. That was it. They didn’t need to know how long, how serious, how you mourned the loss of him and the life you two built together.

Ignoring the past in conversation was easy. Ignoring the physical pull you felt towards him was more of a challenge. Heat crawls up your back and settles on the nape of your neck, tongue poking out to wet your lips every few moments. Fingertips itch to touch his skin, to trace the lines on his palms, and to brush over the scar on the right side of his face. One he didn’t have with you, and you wanted to know what it was from.

You wanted to know a lot from him. What these last seven years looked like for him. Once the conversation died down naturally, you faced Joel and asked him gently the first of the two most pressing questions you wanted answered.

“Where’s Tommy? Guessin’ the two of you are still glued to each other like you were back then,” you tack on a light laugh to your query, feeling the rush of panic as you realize that these answers you were wanting might not be answers that you want to hear. A lump forms in your throat as you wait for his response, a tender look on your face.

“He’s, uh, he’s here still. Doesn’t run with us though, he’s been getting into shit with the Fireflies here. Drives me insane, but you know how he is.”

“Always a joiner,” the words roll off your tongue and you bite down on it, cursing yourself internally for making fun of his brother without really knowing how this Joel would respond.

Relief washes over you when he laughs, not a full one, but nevertheless, you got to see a sliver more of that smile that had you smitten.

“Got that right. Tommy always wants to be a hero,” he shakes his head back and forth, an adoring smirk on his face as his stare lengthens and his mind is taken to his younger brother for a moment.

With the news of Tommy, you were even more eager to ask your second question. It gripped your heart, tugging it nearly out of your chest. Your voice softened as you spoke to him, eyes involuntarily watering in anticipation.

“And Sarah?”

Silence. As if the words catch in his throat and start to choke him from the inside. His eyes widen in loss of oxygen, chest still as he holds his breath. He can’t look away from you, eyes quickly pacing to hold contact with yours. They communicate desperation, as if he wants so badly to explain, to tell you what happened to his daughter that you loved, but he can’t get the words out of his airway.

It tells you everything, that look. You hadn’t lost your ability to read Joel, and the realization completely demolishes the composure you were attempting to maintain. Closing the gap between you, you focus on Joel as you wrap your arms around his waist, tight and full of compassion. Your head rests on his chest, facing to the side. Everything else in the room falls away, muscle memory moving your hands in circles against his lower back in the way you remember he loved. He’s tense in your arms, his own wrapping around your shoulders hesitantly until he feels the comforting touch. Tautness breaks from him, resting more of his weight against you as his head dips down to rest his chin on you and his eyes close.

Yours close too, and just for that moment, you’re back in his kitchen, sticky summer morning air coating the room from the open screen door. Cartoons squeak from the TV in the other room, and the smell of Joel’s French toast wafts from it’s crisping on the stove.

Domestic bliss. What could’ve been.

That hug has tormented Joel for weeks. The first time he saw you, the first time he heard your voice, the first time he held you after he thought he never would again. And that one time has unearthed a hunger for more. A need for you. Doesn’t matter if he’s around you or not, he can’t stop thinking about you.

When you’re on runs with him, he has one eye on you at all times. When it’s a route without your boyfriend, he feels a bit bolder; touches linger on your back as he guides you through obstacles or around your arms as he holds you back to get ahead of you to clear a room.

He’s been trying, so desperately trying, to respect your relationship. Not that you mention him much, but you and Danny arrived in Boston, shacked up together, and have made no hints at that changing. For now.

It’s gotten to the point where it’s driven him to drink, added to the long list of things he needs to be inebriated or high to cope with.

This is how he ended up at the QZ speakeasy, a few blocks from his building which makes it an easy past-curfew destination. Sole occupant of the low, barrel table against the back wall, he pounds a whiskey back which quickly turns into three. A buzz has started in his body and his mind, a clear path to his ideal destination on the horizon. It was a shitty run today, mostly coming up dry and having to deny some trades. Plus, you weren’t with him.

When he’s waving the bartender for another glass, his eyes skate across the room and catch you standing at the top landing of the stairs that snake down to the warehouse basement bar, eagerness evident in your expression when you find him. Overprotective, he watches you bound down the stairs to make sure you get to whoever you’re meeting without any issues. He’d be more than happy to step in if someone got too close.

Focused on his self-appointed task, he doesn’t realize that you’re making your way over to him excitedly until you’re standing in front of his table, gesturing to the empty seat across from him that he offers to you.

Plopping down in the wooden chair, a goofy smile stretches across your face as the giddiness of being around him flickers in your stomach. You’d felt this jolt of energy being near him, thinking about him. It’d been like that for weeks since you saw him again and held him. It was a spark, and now your embers were slowly catching fire the more time you spent with Joel.

Greetings were exchanged, and him buying you a drink along with another for himself. Finger tracing around the lip of your glass, you glance up at him and attempt to make small talk if only to be able to hear his voice.

“So, how was the run today?”

“‘S fine. Pretty dry.” His response is clipped, mumbled out as he brings his drink up to his lips for a swig.

“Oh, really? That’s a shame. You got another one planned?” you keep your eyes on him, watching as he looks anywhere but at you. Around the table, across the room, even at his own boot.

“Yeah, got one next week.” Joel’s grumbling, deep crease between his brows as he sulks in his chair.

“Maybe I can join you on that one?” you propose, hoping that it gets his attention. Sure, you could be reading into it, but something told you that he enjoyed having you around as much as you enjoyed being around him. Brows raised in hopefully curiosity, anticipation swells your tongue in your mouth.

“Maybe.”

That’s it? That’s all he has to say?

Joel’s always been a man of few words, always crafting careful and thoughtful responses when you were together. But this? This is ridiculous. He clearly doesn’t want you around, his eyes darting as if to look for the fastest escape route. It stings, deflating your excitement. The chance of this encounter was the sole reason you went out tonight. Danny had fucked off to play poker or gamble away ration cards with some other guys he’d gotten buddy-buddy with, and it didn’t help that you two had been drifting further from each other over the last week. You weren’t sure how much longer this companionship would be worth it, and with Joel always around, it certainly was starting to blur some lines. He always made you feel better, even when he wasn’t trying. Except for tonight.

Your hurt boils into anger, and you scoff at him, arms crossing firmly in front of your chest.

“You keep acting like you’re looking for a chance to leave. If I’m keeping you here, feel free to go. I’ll drink by myself.”

Joel looks at you, his eyes softening. He opens his mouth, then shuts it, thinking about what he should say. You get annoyed by his lack of response, grabbing your drink off the table and slipping out of your chair to leave him there.

“Are you really that oblivious, bonny?”

You turn back, anger growing at the thought that he’s mocking you.

“Well, screw me for trying to make conversation with you, Joel. I guess I am oblivious ‘cause I thought we could be friends or, I don’t know, at least civil after all this time.”

“Bonny, I can’t be friends with you.”

He’s kicking you when you're down, clearly just being cruel.

“Why? What did I do?”

“I can’t be friends with you, ‘cause I want more than that.”

The honesty stuns you. Sure, you had felt that pull towards Joel again, but you didn’t know that he felt the same way or that he would act on it if he did. He gets up from his chair, taking a step closer to you before he continues.

“I looked for you, y’know? After everything. All I wanted was to have you back. I knew you’d know what I needed. And when I saw you again, I realized why I couldn’t stop looking. What I needed most was you.”

He stands close to you now, warm breaths intermingling with the other’s, humidity heating your cheeks while his eyes stay locked on you. Everything you’ve felt since Joel had been revived into your life suddenly becomes overwhelming; you can’t contain them, can’t compartmentalize them anymore. You reach for him, hand pressed over his heart, feeling the rushed beating pulsing under your touch.

His eyes look down slowly to his chest and then back up to you when you whisper, “Mine feels the same way when I see you.”

“Is that right? Can I feel for myself?”

You nod slowly, peeling your hand off of him only for him to catch it and hold it in his. Your voice is thick, “Maybe somewhere a little more private? Like your place?”

He looks confused for a second, brows knitting together before it dawns on him, pupils widening and darkening his eyes.

“Let’s get out of here, bonny.”

Keys jingle as he twists them in the lock, throwing the thin wooden door open after he pulls them out. He nods for you to step in ahead of him, taking a few paces into the apartment and surveying around. The door clicks behind you and the deadbolt slides into place, the sounds sending goosebumps across your skin at the prospect of being totally alone with Joel, no watchful eyes or possible interruptions.

Eyes continue to skate along the room, tiny details noted. Half-drunk whiskey bottle on the counter, small baggies of pills on the coffee table, other finds from his side occupation littering the space.

His weighted steps drag across the worn wooden floors at your back, the presence of him hanging behind you slowing your breaths in suspense. Saliva coats your mouth at the dryness of your thirst, hair standing off of your skin in waiting.

The first touch you feel is his fingers brushing against the back of your neck, sweeping the hair there off to one side and holding it there. Joel takes one step closer, chest pressing against your shoulder blades and crotch against the swell of your ass. The warmth radiating off of him sends a shiver down your spine, jolting against him briefly. Your breaths pause as you wait for his next move, eyes fluttering closed when his lips touch the nape of your neck in a ghostly kiss. A hand wraps around you, resting just over your breast to feel the rapid beating of your heart, the rhythm matching his own that you feel against your back. A placid gasp puffs from between your lips, snapping the taut tension between the two of you and sending a new urgency to his actions.

Palms encase your hips, spinning you around to face him and tugging you close to feel every curve pushed against him. His lips find yours in a hungry kiss, your own mouth opening in a sigh at the contact. Joel takes this as an opportunity to lick into your mouth, tongue dominating yours and swallowing every whimper that comes out of you.

Your own hands grip his shoulders, nails dragging against the fabric down to his biceps. Fingertips dig into the flexed muscles, steadying yourself as he starts to walk you backward throughout his place. He never leaves your lips, knowing the space with his eyes closed to lead you all the way back through the door to the small bedroom on the left side of the living space.

A whine escapes you when his mouth detaches from yours, working kisses along your jaw to the hollow under your ear, sucking at the space there. A groan rumbles from his chest when you let out a soft moan and hold his arms tighter, hips involuntarily jerking against his growing bulge.

Lust-blown eyes stare into yours as he stands up fully again, delicate touch brushing your cheek before his thumb nudges the scar that sits on your brow. The look in his eyes pains for half a second, and you finally speak up since leaving the speakeasy.

“‘S not a good story. Happened from a lamp falling onto my head when I was raiding around some suburban house. Just an accident. You wouldn’t have been able to stop it from being there.”

His gaze meets yours again, tugged away from the fibrous tissue on your face. The bulb in his throat bobs when he swallows, head moving side to side minutely.

His hand caresses your cheek, voice thick with his drawl when he softly responds, “You underestimate me, bonny.”

The words gloss your vision, quick blinks settling the emotion and clearing the picture of Joel in front of you again. Your heart constricts in your chest, attempting to imagine the amount of pain that he’s been through, but you can’t even begin to know.

Instead of dwelling on the moment, he presses one light, affectionate kiss to your lips before he takes a step back. He grips the hem of your shirt, brows quirking up in a silent question. You nod subtly, the permission allowing him to slowly tug the fabric over your head. He devours the newly exposed skin with his burning stare, compelled to bend down and trace his lips over every new mark he sees while his hands move across your curves to reacquaint himself with your new features. Wider hips, rougher skin, purply stretch marks veining your skin along with ropy paths where injuries had healed over.

Joints crack softly as he settles onto his knees in front of you, sending you into light giggles while he groans and presses his forehead against your lower tummy. He reaches around and playfully smacks your jean-covered ass, a fake scowl on his face when he looks up at you from his praying position.

“‘Nuff gigglin’ at me, you’re gonna feel this sore come morning.”

The threat of his words floods arousal between your thighs, bottom lip toyed between your teeth as you quiet down your laughter. Joel kisses your clothed thigh, fingers popping the button of your jeans and dragging the zipper before they hook in your waistband and tug the denim down your legs. Joel laughs lightly at your silence, eyes finding yours as his hands lift each of your feet one at a time to help you out of your pants.

“Thought that might get you excited, lil’ lamb. I know you’re gonna be such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?”

The wink that follows his drawl jolts your limbs and fingers twist into his locks as his open mouth exhales warm, humid air on your panty-covered mound. He presses his face against the fabric, inhaling deeply and moaning softly at the scent of you.

“Fuck, sugar, it’s still the same. Missed you so much. You think you still taste the same?” He directs the question up to your face, your head lulled down to meet his gaze. A smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth, mischief glittering in your eyes.

“Only one way to find out, baby.”

His amber eyes were pools of ink with how much they darkened, full of carnality. Large fingers smoothly strip you out of your panties, his figure coming to stand at his full height in front of you. Gripping your waist, he guides you back to sit on the edge of the mattress, lifting your legs by your thighs and easily maneuvering you toward the center.

Joel moves to climb onto the bed with you, but your soft sigh of frustration stops him.

“I wanna see you. ‘Specially if I’m completely naked, ‘s only fair that you are, too,” you gripe to him, bottom lip protruding only slightly in a pout. Joel considers for a moment, ultimately deciding that fair’s fair. He pulls his knee off of the mattress and makes quick work of undressing, his own clothes laying rumbled on the floor with yours.

Satisfied with his fulfillment of your request, your eyes completely devour his bare body as he moves to kneel on the mattress between your open legs. Fighting for survival has kept him fit, broad shoulders flexing as he lifts your legs at the crook of your knees to spread them further. His chest is firm, the rest of his torso softer just as it had always been. It was one of your favorite parts of him, the sight of it now taking you back to times cuddling him on the couch or in bed, head in his lap to press kisses against his tummy or resting your head there and being lulled to sleep. Your fingernails comb through the happy trail, pressing into the skin of his lower abdomen as you sit up to kiss him deeply. He moans quietly against your lips, your knees pressing into his stocky thighs, toes curling against the flexed muscles in his calves. Your arms settle around his neck, lips chasing his as he pulls back to look at you.

“I really did miss you, bonny. Couldn’t believe it when you were in front of me again. Still can’t really believe it right now.” His voice is breathy, eyes holding yours, moving back and forth minutely. One of his hands encompasses the left side of your face, the other moving down between your bodies, his frame bent over yours. Two fingers work circles into your clit, inhale catching in your throat while your legs tense from the feeling of his touch on you.

“M-Missed you, too. So much. I looked for you everywhere I went. Needed you again, I need you now.”

“‘M right here, lil’ lamb. Not going anywhere again. I’m gonna make you feel so good, just like I used to.”

His fingers working your clit slip through your wetness, pressing against your entrance to coax a moan out of you. He hooks them into you, pushed against your spongy walls in search for that spot he’d been all too familiar with. Like riding a bike, he fell right back into what you had loved from him before, knowing just how to work you up. His jaw dropped slightly as his eyes glued to where his fingers thrusted into you; he closed his mouth every so often to swallow the saliva flooding his mouth until he couldn’t wait another second to taste you again.

Joel folded over, legs scooting back on the bed to allow his head to sit between your thighs, tongue lapping against your clit feverishly and switching with his lips every so often to suck at the same spot.

The sounds leaving you at that point were wanton and lewd, mixing with the squelch of your wetness. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your stomach until it’s pulled loose, a loud gasp of his name while your nails dig into his shoulder and walls tighten around him.

He keeps his pace, mouth still attached to your core. He’s not going to let up without you saying something, and you can’t take another moment without him giving you what you want — what you need from him. Fingers tangled in his mussed hair, peeling him from between your thighs. He meets your eyes, lips and chin shining with dampness in the low light of the bedroom and fingers pulling out of you. Eyes blown into blackness at the sight of your pleasure, mouth opening to speak when you cut him off.

“More of that later, if you really want it. But I need you. Inside of me.”

Joel smirks devilishly, fingers coated in your come pushing between your lips and into your mouth for you to clean off.

“Just tastes so sweet, bonny. Can’t help but want seconds,” his hard cock twitches where it lays against your thigh at the feeling of your tongue sucking his fingers, “Better ask again nicely, lamb. Or else I’m not giving you anything.”

The smirk stays painted on his face, a huff of frustration as your hips jerk up to chase his hand that hover over you, desperate for more.

“Please, pretty please. I need you,” you beg, pleading in your eyes as you look through your lashes, dull nails scratching his skin.

“That’s my good girl. Kept your manners.” The wink he sends you flutters your walls around nothing, whimpering as he manipulates you into his desired position.

Joel straddles one of your thighs, bringing the other up to lay against his torso and rest on his shoulder. Your hips turn only slightly to the side in the position, opening your pelvis into a kindling heat. He spits in one of his palms, fingers of the same hand running shortly through your arousal and then mixing the fluids to coat the tender skin of his length. The head of him pushes into you deliciously measured, his motion pausing for you to adjust.

It only takes a moment before your body remembers, the muscles of your tight pussy molding around him once again. Your body feels the familiarity of him, the reactions it has are heightened from the comfort of his own body, focusing solely on how perfectly he fits inside of you.

“Damn, sugar, feel like your little pussy got even tighter. Feels so pefect around me, like she knows who’s about to fuck her just right,” his voice is coated with lust, jaw laxing with a guttural groan when he pushes further into you.

When Joel finally starts a rhythm, slow and deep at first, your eyes roll back into your skull as your head presses hard into the mattress under you. The position brings him incredibly deep, and his size fills you nearly to the brim. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt since the last time you’d had him, his veins on his swollen cock carving the same paths along your insides to feel every detail of him.

“Feel so full, baby. Haven’t felt it since I had you last,” your voice is higher and breathier, toned in a whine.

“That’s right, bonny. Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, huh? Probably haven’t had a decent fuck for years, you poor thing.”

All you can do in response is moan, hands gripping his forearms that are the part of his nearest to you.

He fucks you like this for a good moment, moaning your name quietly before he huffs in frustration, completely pulling out of you. Immediately, you mewl at the loss, head shooting up to protest before he’s moving you to his will again.

“Just a second, sugar. Need to be able to kiss you and feel you all over. Being such a good girl for me, I promise you’re gonna love this.”

He still couldn’t be as deep and close to you as he needed to be in the previous position, so he manipulates your jellied limbs easily to be able to fully cover you with his body. His grip is on your knees, bending your one leg that was once between his thighs to move your calf to hook over his shoulder. Once both your legs are settled on his frame, he continues to stretch your hips by leaning over you, pinning your thighs back to your ribs. He’s completely opened your lower half, folding you back to the point where his tummy is resting against yours and his face is hovering over you. Muscles in your legs and hip flexors burn and spasm, but you can’t care for even a moment when Joel thrusts into you again. You’d never been in this position with him before, and your mind instantly clears of any thoughts besides how hard and deep Joel is fucking you, how you had never felt as full and complete as you did in that moment.

He chuckles as he watches you completely cock drunk, one hand leaving your leg. The large palm finds your lower abdomen, pressing against it as he locks his gaze in yours.

“Can you feel me right here, lil’ lamb? Feel me deep, pushing your belly?” His voice is sweetened sickeningly, the pride and amusement of being the one to give you this experience, to make you feel that full once again evident in the twinkle of his eyes and the sideways smirk on his face.

Chants of his name leave your mouth, your voice barely covering the sounds of his skin slapping against yours steadily.

With him inside of you, it was like two puzzle pieces joining together to finish the picture. The satisfaction of completion was there on all fronts, his rhythm frying your nerves and tightening that red hot coil in your core. With his body covering yours in this embrace, he keeps his mouth on you, heady kisses to your lips when you can take it and mouth biting or licking along your chin, jaw, and neck when you need to breathe.

His motions switch up in the next instant, pushed into you at the hilt as his hips circle to grind you on him. He makes tight figure eights, the act getting you to the point where he’s fucked you completely dumb. All you want in that moment is to feel his warm spend inside of you, watch his face contort from his own pleasure. You can tell he’s close the less he speaks and the more he pants, head falling to your shoulder and eyes closing as he focuses hard to keep pace.

“Come inside me, please. I want it,” your tone is urgent, spilling the words out before your orgasm blinds you white-hot, mind clear of everything except for the euphoric high Joel’s given you. Tightening around him, he moans loudly, thrusts becoming messy and stacatto as he chases his own peak.

“God, such a perfect girl for me. You gonna keep my come in you all night? Go back to your boyfriend tomorrow with it dripping out?”

All you can do is nod, cunt fluttering around him as it starts to work into overstimulation, the rub of his skin against your clit so pleasurable it’s getting painful. Your voice falters when a third orgasm pulses through you.

“Y-Yes, yes. I want you inside for as long as it’ll stay there. Pl-Please, baby.”

Your begging pushes Joel over the edge, hips stuttering as ropes of his warm spend fill you up. He starts to work into you again, fucking it deeper before he finishes.

The pair of you are sweaty, sticky messes; hair tangled, lips swollen, eyelids heavy in recovery. Joel stays inside of you, gently moving your legs down and his own arms wrapping under you to lay you on your side with him, lifting one of your legs to rest on his hip.

Soft, supple kisses are shared as the two of you drift in and out of consciousness, eventually falling asleep completely.

Blue tinted sunlight creeps into the sole window of Joel’s bedroom, the night sky fading into a lilac dawn. You’re studying Joel as he sleeps, long lashes grazing his cheeks, lips parted just enough to let some light snores escape. Your finger delicately traces the scar on his right temple, your featherlight touch causing his eyes to flutter open and find your gaze half awake.

Joel’s immediately in fight or flight mode, arm around your waist tightening as he holds you closer.

“You okay? Something happen?” His voice is hoarse from sleep, clearing his throat as the slight panic wakes his up more.

Gently, you rest your hand on his chest and shake your head with a tender smile.

“Everything’s fine, you can relax. I was just lookin’ at you before I have to go home.”

Joel deflates, brow creasing at the mention of you needing to leave, to go home to your equally shitty apartment and some guy that wasn’t him. Jealousy flicked in his chest, a confession sitting in his throat for a minute before he let it out.

“I really did mean it, y’know. I need you. Now that I’ve got you back in my life, I can’t let you go. You’re some of the only family I’ve got left, and I don’t think I could survive losing you again.” His voice is shaky, wet brown eyes locked with yours. You have rarely seen Joel this unguarded, even in your life before, without the hardness that had come with the constant threat to his survival hanging over his head. The words wrapped around your heart, squeezing tightly and ripping it out of your chest to give to him. Silence falls between the two of you as an understanding washes over you, relaxing your body as the memory of safety, comfort, and home ripples throughout every muscle. You tell him what you have felt since the moment you saw him again:

“I’m not going anywhere, Joel. Not without you.”

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luigiblood · 2 months

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I'm going to semi-retire from the game preservation scene.

This is by no means a decision that I took on a whim. I am genuinely sad that it came to be this way, I've been involved in this stuff for a genuinely long time, I've seen many things, met many great people, also the bad and stupid dramas, which shouldn't really be discounted either, even though this was not the kind of thing that affected my decision.

I have no regrets on how I handled my job and I wouldn't have it any other way. But I just don't have the heart anymore. For roughly a year as I'm typing this, I started to seriously resent any attempt at public releases and contextual research.

This kinda sucks for how I want things to be treated with respect. I blame myself for giving myself too much responsibility and was not able to successfully pass down some of it to other people. This definitely did not help as it took a toll mentally speaking. But despite trying to change this, I found out how I just stopped caring about details, and just wanted to move on. I gave myself a little more time to ponder about it, and my final decision is that, yeah: I need to quit, I really don't have the heart anymore for it.

That doesn't mean I want to stop everything though, there are still things I need to do, and still have interests with, like with Satellaview and 64DD, but I want to gradually move away, and eventually pass the baton to people who still has the fuel. But I don't intend to disappear.

I still have a burning passion for the obscure parts of Nintendo, that's not changing any time soon, but the work I've been doing really just felt like a chore, and it was a job I've been doing for years.

I've been involved with Satellaview since around 2008/2009 with my Hello World SNES homebrew adapted for BS-X. The technical knowledge of the Satellaview was just very limited. I've started then a project to at least reveal how the satellite signal worked, and I got it working (then nocash did even further work that shouldn't be discounted, but he's really just too fast at this). It was my first reverse engineering project, and it was very formative, and shaped my knowledge of computer science like never before. I've then worked on emulation and preservation, managing quite a few dumps of Satellaview content.

Then in December 2014 I've had my first version of the 64DD Disk Dumper, done with help from the N64 scene people, on December 31st, all commercial 64DD titles were dumped, then I worked on 64DD emulation for a bunch of emulators, based on the works of Happy_ from MAME, and eventually was able to write my very own emulation code from scratch and higher accuracy than before on Ares. This year will be 10 year anniversary of my 64DD Disk Dumper.

So I've been doing this stuff for like, 15 years at this point, and now... Aside from the fact that I haven't been as into it as I used to, I also got older. I'm at an age where I'm sorta thinking if I want to do other things with my life, but in that case, other things have to be put on the wayside, to an extent.

I can't say what I will bring in the future, I have tons of ideas, and besides, I'm still gonna be behind a few game preservation works here and there, but my involvement will be limited from now on.

Also, Nintendo: Don't think I'm done datamining your NSO apps lol You still have so much shit that we don't have and I'm not gonna give up on having hints.

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bigshotspambot · 1 year

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I wanted to do a redraw of the first drawing I posted here… I can’t thank you you all enough for so much love and support :) I guess I’ll just go on about everything here …

TLDR: You’ve all made me so much happier and I appreciate you so much 💕I hope I’ve made you all a bit happier too…! ALSO THANK YOU FOR SPREADING SNEO LOVE !!!! HE LOVES YOU !!!!!

(Also this isn’t the end I just wanted to make a long ass thank you post 😁)

Last year I can’t even describe how self conscious this whole “finding out I had feelings for Sneo” thing made me. I know that it is VERY SILLY to say but it was confusing because I thought I only liked girls. That maybe started to lead to an identity crisis? If that’s the right word?? I also felt really ashamed for some reason, I think I internalized a lot of stuff. I was also horribly paranoid of people I knew finding out I liked this Thing a Non-Normal amount and thinking I was weird for it.

When I made this blog it was a decision I thought about a lot. I eventually went through with it cuz I REALLY wanted to see more x reader content with SNEO, and I was hoping other people wanted that too. So after posting this stuff and seeing people actually liked it, I was filled with both excitement and regret. (Regret because it was embarrassing that anybody saw it) but it was also so exciting because I wanted people to know they weren’t alone in how they felt. For me it’s so validating to know people feel the same (especially about a weird crush lol) and I wanted to spread that :]

I can’t say how much the first asks I got meant to me, especially the supportive ones, they were just so sweet. I could probably go on about this for an unreasonably long time so I’ll try to keep it short- after so much support (and a lot of freaking out) this all eventually helped me accept myself and made me more confident and happy.

It took months though, and it’s still an ongoing process… but I am confident in saying that I’m so, so much happier right now than I was last year :) and it’s because of you!!!

I know this is really cheesy but you guys mean the world to me and you’ve helped me so much, I hope this content has helped you feel more comfortable and understood too 💖I love interacting with you guys. It makes me so happy reading the tags in reblogs, replies, or even seeing the super nice drawings of my Sneo design 🥺 the idea of anybody spending their time to like or reply or even make something for me is just so incredibly kind. The numbers have started to boggle my mind and it’s hard to express how much it means to me, but it genuinely means the world :)

(Again I could go into a lot more detail, but I’m not great with summarizing, and I don’t wanna make this into another horribly long post that goes straight to drafts cuz i couldn’t finish it LOL)

Also one final note FUCK CRINGE CULTURE ‼️CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAAAAADDD GO BE CRINGE AND WEIRD AND CRAZY AND HAVE FUN AND BE PASSIONATE ABOUT WHAT YOU DO BECAUSE YOU CANNOT BE STOPPED‼️‼️ this is the path to enlightenment

#yeah That’s Wverything #i love you guys!!!!!#sneo loves you too!!!!#💛I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY [HeartShapedObject]#👤UP CLoSe AND [Personnel]#spamton neo #spamton neo x reader #spamton x reader #spamton #🎨art tag #JUST . THINKING #Thank you

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casual-tarot · 4 months

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Closure on Your Situation

A song to listen to during this reading: Jacob and the Stone by Emile Mosseri

Pile 1

I'm hearing "burning briges." I think there's someone that was once very important to you that your cutting your of your life. Spirit is telling me that this had to happen, it was an inevitable change that was always going to be part of your journey. It's an ending that was always going to come, that was necessary, and that's ok. Good things will be coming.

Maybe that's what you needed to here, that this time in your life, as heartbreaking as it is, is making room for something new, better, to come in. Maybe you'll get a new job offer, or a raise/promotion, maybe you will meet someone new. No matter your situation, something good is coming, and you should be excited.

This person that you cut out from your life likely didn't have the best intentions, or maybe they just weren't right for this part of your journey. They needed to leave to make room for new things, or so universe could teach you some sort of lesson. Not in a malicious sort of way, I myself lost a friend recently, and I realized it was spirit's way of telling me that I needed to set firmer boundaries, which would in turn lead something new into my life(we share similar stories, maybe you needed hear mine, and thats why I was called to tell you.)

Either way pile 1, keep strong! Keep going! It's going to get better, bright things are on the horizon, remember that. You're likely still learning spirits lesson right now, if you need more clarification I recommend looking into other readings. Whatever it is, spirit is proud of you because you're growing! I hope this helped.

Confirmation and signs: taurus, Gemini, Neptune, trident, Virgo, Leo, water, fire, water and fire together(complimentary and opposed), opposites, opposing sides, north node, moon, 1, 11, 111, 1111, 7, 77, 777, 8, 88, 3, 33, 6

(Note: I completely forgot what image pile 1 was when doing this reading, so it makes even more sense now lol.)

Pile 2

I'm getting the vibe that you're leaving something behind, and that it's scaring you. Maybe you've decided to leave a job or a partner or maybe you've decided to move. No matter what it is, I think the thing scaring you is that the people in your life won't approve. Whatever you're leaving is likely "safe" in the sense that yes its easy, but it doesn't make you happy. Maybe you yourself are doubting your choices because of that same reason. Safe doesn't always mean good. Now I'm not saying to go and do anything too drastic, but sometimes being impulsive can be a good thing.

For example I have a friend that decided to leave our hometown and go live a couple cities over, even though her friends and family all mostly live over here. She seems happier then ever with her decision, and free. And we still get to see her whenever shes free(if thats something you're worried about, leaving your loved ones behind). Another, smaller example is that I had impulsively decided to cut my hair, despite knowing my old haircut made me look "prettier" and knowing I'd have to deal with my families reactions. I don't regret it, I love my hair now, it finally makes me feel comfortable in my own skin.

Excuse the rambling lol, I just felt called to tell you that, maybe you needed proof that it's all going to be ok. You need to do what makes you happy, not anybody else. You're the one who has to live with it after all. I choose the thing that makes you smile. I hope you get to be happy and confident in your choices like we were, pile 2. I'm rooting for you.

Confirmation and signs: losing or leaving a job, 111, Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Leo, Aries, Sagittarius, 333, 666, 888, 777, earth, pentacles, money, finances, financial gain or loss, fire, creativity, passion, wands, venus, Fertility, femininity, accepting yourself, confidence, venus in furs, loving yourself, sensuality, sexuality, Pluto, rebirth, transformation, coming into your own, caterpillar-cocoon-butterfly, change, the moons, Cresent moon, first quarter moon, taking action, controlling your own destiny/fate

(Note: While editing this, I realized I referred to you as pile 3 a couple times, maybe you felt drawn to that pile as well! Go check it out if you feel called to.)

Pile 3

(It's 11:11 as I write this)

You seem to be feeling extremely guilty about something, maybe leaving a situation or person behind. It could be quitting a job or getting out of a toxic friendship, either way you feel selfish and not worthy. I'm getting the feeling that you think this is all your fault, blaming yourself for everything. You don't even feel safe in your own head at night when you need to rest, where you feel like you should be able to sleep it off. Your plagued with thoughts of what you did "wrong" here.

Let me tell you something pile 3, you didn't do anything "wrong" here. Whatever this is that's plaguing your thought, it's not your fault. Whatever situation you left, you left for a good reason. It was no longer serving you and/or was actively hurting you.

I feel called to tell you a story from my own life. Recently, I lost a very close friend of mine. We suddenly grew apart and I was plagued with doubts, wondering if I had done something wrong, if it was my fault. It's been months since I left them and cut them out of my life, and now I realize it was them. They suddenly pulled away and made it so I felt guilty about it, made it seem like it was my fault. It wasn't, they were just being cruel, even though I don't think they intended to. But I needed that to happen, I needed to realize they were a toxic person in my life and to be free of them. Now I feel better then ever, and I feel bad for the past me, who thought it was all my fault. I felt so alone. I fell into a deep depression and wouldn't tell anyone what was going on until I had cut that person out. But I'm glad it went through it, because it made me better for it, it made life better for me.

And if, IF, for whatever reason, you think you did make a mistake, no if's and's or but's, then that's ok too. We are human. We make mistakes sometimes. It's ok. We can grow from that too.

I'm sorry you're going through whatever it is you're going through pile 3, but know that it's not your fault, and you didn't make a mistake. It's ok. You're growing, and that means change. It means growing pains. It means leaving things behind. You will get through this pile 3, even if it takes some time. You will become better from this. This isn't your fault.

Confirmation and signs: fall/autumn, winter, change, end, snow, falling leaves, changing leaves, grey skies and cloudy weather, Aries, cancer, Sagittarius, Libra, 333, 666, 444, 1111, 999, earth, pentacles, stars, stars in the night sky, twinkling/sparkling stars, crying, rain, creativity, sickness, bed rest, hospital, rivers and creeks, forests, fire and flames, passion, hope, it'll all get better, it'll all be ok, the moon, the night, the night sky, The moons spirit, the moon Goddess, New moon(that made me emotional lol), change, venus, accepting yourself, inner peace, Jupiter, fate/destiny, this was meant to happen, it will all come to fruition soon, it will all come to an end soon, don't blame yourself, change is coming,gifts from the universe, unexpected gifts, gifts disguised and tragedies.

(Note: I feel like you may have been called to pile 1, if so check that one out too.)

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leafsgarbage · 2 years

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the things we lost | s.k

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY

Synopsis: you’ve spent all your life sheltered and it was hard to find something that gave you any freedom, until you found him

Genre: ANGST, but fluff too lol, SLIGHT smut (It’s not very descriptive I’m not good at it lol)

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 10.8k

Pairings: student!Sakusa x student!reader, timeskip!Sakusa x f!reader, Kuroo x f!reader (kinda not really)

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There were some secrets you kept close to your heart. You had to, because if they knew, he’d disappear.

You were born into an influential and wealthy family. It was all you really knew. You went to school at a relatively normal place but that was only after begging and promising that you would continue to go to church every Sunday.

That was probably one of your best and worst decisions. It’s where you met him, Sakusa Kiyoomi, star volleyball player and overall introvert.

How you became acquainted to him, you have to give all the credit to your poetry class. Your parents controlled a lot of your life and part of that control was making sure you were kept in the dark of being independent. They needed you more than you knew and while you tried to learn about how to live on your own, it was hard.

Why would the number two high school spiker in the prefecture be in your poetry class? Kiyoomi didn’t have many things to be passionate about, and while poetry was not a passion he had, he enjoyed it more than taking another standard English class.

Your friendship was very slow. By the third week of school you finally talked to him as the teacher paired you to find meaning in the poetry handout. It was simple, as you expected it to be Robert Frost. You rolled your eyes at the text. You knew this class was something people normally took for the hell of it, but you still expected a bit more.

Much to your surprise, your partner snorted behind his mask at the text, shaking his head. “Not a fan of Robert Frost?” You posed.

He stopped to look at you before looking back at the paper. He shook his head again. “I’m a fan, just… have better preferences.”

You nod. “What other poets?”

He sighed before propping his elbows on his thighs. “Maya Angelou for a start. Dickinson. Thoreau. Frost is good, but… I’ve read this poem so many times.”

“Angelou is a good one. I get what you mean. I think there are other Frost poems that we could have looked at.” You smile and extend your hand. “I’m y/n.”

He doesn’t take it, just offers you a nod in response. “Kiyoomi.” You don’t judge, nor do you ask why he doesn’t shake your hand, you just smile.

“Well, I’m glad I have a friend in this class who isn’t completely oblivious.” He nods before peeling his eyes away from you and back onto his paper.

Kiyoomi didn’t have people he would call friends. He had Komori, but he was family. There were his teammates on the VBC but he wouldn’t say they were close. Yet, here you were claiming friendship.

He didn’t know you very well. You weren’t involved in sports throughout high school or any clubs he knew of. Once the school bell rang you always left in a sleek black car. He started paying attention to you.

Your poetry class always offered you solace, and Kiyoomi’s company was always welcomed. He was honest to a fault, it was hard for him to lie. You liked that about him a lot. In return, you were an enigma. You told him everything he wanted to know about you, yet he still felt like he didn’t know you as well as he wished he did.

When you got to school one morning you saw Kiyoomi standing by the gates alone. Once your driver left you walked up to him. “Good morning stranger.”

With hands in his pockets he turned to you. His mask was on, and although you couldn’t see it, he grinned. “Hi y/n.” You smiled and the two of you walked inside together. He always let you talk, listening to anything and everything you had to say to him. It was such a contrast to your home life and you adored his attention. You loved that he let you go on and on without saying a word. But he listened.

You knew he listened to you when he came to school one day with a bar of that candy your parents never let you have. You knew he listened when he bought you a single lily for your birthday after telling him that was your middle name. He also gave you a hug that day and took his mask off to smile at you.

Kiyoomi listened to you always, and after some time, he let you listen to him every now and then. He wasn’t talkative even in private, but he did let you in, and he told you some admittance that he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do.

“Are you going to pursue volleyball Kiyoomi?” You had asked him one morning on your walk to class.

He shrugged. “Probably. I’m not very good at much else.”

You shook your head, “Don’t say that, you’re very perceptive and intuitive. You have a knack for everything you put your mind to.” A little grin appears on his face, but you don’t comment on it and just smile silently to yourself.

It was hard for the two of you to hang out outside of school. Kiyoomi had volleyball and you were watched over all the time. But one thing you had that was your own for the most part was your phone. You exchanged numbers with the spiker quickly.

Over text was a bit harder to get the hang of Kiyoomi’s naturally quiet front, but after a little bit you started getting a selfie here and there. It was just him looking down at the camera with a small smile on his face.

Kiyoomi: Practice is over, gonna shower and go to sleep

The spiker was always very direct in what he had to say, but you appreciated he always let you know what he was doing.

You: How was it? Are you nervous for the first game?

Kiyoomi: No, I think it’ll be fine.

You smiled, happy he was feeling confident.

Kiyoomi: … Are you okay?

His question caught you off guard. You had told Kiyoomi bits and pieces of your strict family and that they had a lot of political power in East Asia. You would tell him how difficult it was and how even when you’re alone you feel watched.

His question, out of concern, made your heart melt.

You: Everything is okay. Nothing out of the usual.

From the other side of the phone Kiyoomi grimaced. He didn’t love the answer, but he didn’t know what he could do to help.

Kiyoomi: Do you want to come to the game this week?

A smile broke out on your face, but the reality was you couldn’t go. You weren’t sure how you were going to evade your parents’ questions, but Kiyoomi was always ahead of you.

Kiyoomi: You could bring Bee.

Your younger brother was fascinated with volleyball, and you knew your parents would let you take him.

You: I wouldn’t miss it.

Kiyoomi’s mood lifted tenfold and Komori questioned the look in his eye, but he just tried to brush it off.

“You don’t have to lie Kiyoomi, I know who y/n is.” Kiyoomi didn’t say anything to his cousin, he just hummed and continued on. A new and warm feeling as his heart beat a little faster in his chest.

It didn’t take much convincing to get your brother on board. He was only two years younger and he went to an all boys school that didn’t have volleyball in it.

Pretty soon it was time for the game.

“Why do you want to go to the game y/n?” Your brother asked eating a chocolate bar. Although he was your younger brother, he grew almost a foot taller than you already.

“I have a friend playing on the team.” You two rarely ever hid anything from each other, both being denied some normalcy and control over your lives. You had each others’ backs.

But you wanted Kiyoomi to be your own, just for a little while longer.

Bee didn’t push, he trusted you and he was glad you were with him, that you had some relief from your strained lives.

You wore your school colors, some glitter here and there, but when Kiyoomi spotted you, he honed in on the lily pin on your shirt. It was the same lily he gave you. You had it made frozen into a pin. He pinched his side to keep himself from getting overly excited to see you.

However, you had no reservations. It was only you and Bee and Kiyoomi. You waved over at him and had the biggest smile on your face. You mouthed good luck to him and he smiled back at you so you knew he saw you.

“Wow. He’s huge y/n.” Your brother’s eyes widened looking at the senior spiker. He was a bit envious he got to pursue this career, but he still watched him play in awe.

It wasn’t even a close game. You felt bad for the other team, but you also wished the game could have gone on a little longer. Watching Kiyoomi play was a different beast in itself. His normal quiet and reserved aura was gone as he spiked hitting the ball with an incredible amount of force you never knew he had. He was rough and he played hard.

Throughout the game he stole small glances in your direction. Small smiles here and there and you would return them.

Your brother would laugh and elbow you. “I think he likes you.” He would be lying to say he doesn’t want to meet your spiker friend. And you do meet him after everyone has shuffled away. He has a towel hanging around his neck still a little sweaty.

He surprises you by bringing an arm around your shoulder and you put yours around his waist, squeezing his hip to silently tell him he did a great job before letting go.

Bee sticks out his hand and with much internal debate, Kiyoomi shook it. You looked at him in awe. “It’s nice to meet you Sakusa, you were- wow you were all really awesome.” You giggled at how cute your brother was.

“Thanks for coming.” Kiyoomi grinned. “Do you play?”

Bee shakes his head. “No, I wish, but I had a great time watching you guys. Your last dig was insane.”

Komori appeared at Kiyoomi’s side, poking him lightly. “Don’t compliment him too much, he’ll get a big head.”

Your brother’s eyes widened seeing the libero. “You were great too, you saved them so many times.” Kiyoomi rolled his eyes as his cousin relished in the praise.

“You should come by some time after school, we practice almost everyday.” Komori offered and Kiyoomi nodded.

“Are you sure.” You asked Komori, you didn’t want to intrude.

“Positive.” Komori winked.

Komori took your brother to look around the gym and he went excitedly. His cousin winked at the two of you before leaving you in the empty gym. “You were awesome out there today.”

He nods, slowly reaching for your hand, and you let him take his time to get to you. “Thank you for coming… it- it meant a lot.”

You look down at your intertwined hands with a smile before beaming up at him. “I’m so happy I was able to make it.”

You knew your height difference with the spiker was great, but standing so close and looking up at him really put it into perspective for you. He was nervous. More nervous than he’s ever been before, but he works slowly. Kiyoomi leans down till he’s very close to you, watching you to see if there’s any sign that you don’t want to.

“Can I?” He asks softly.

“Please.” You didn’t realize you were holding your breath till you spoke, and its taken from you again when Kiyoomi finally touches his lips to yours, hands still intertwined.

It was slow, and soft, a great contrast to your erratic heart which beat so wildly. Kiyoomi was careful, he kissed you with great care and although this was all new to him, he was becoming impatient with himself. He wanted to move faster, to hold you close. Thoughts like these would at one point repulse him, but it was you. You were anything but.

Begrudgingly, he let you go, leaving a soft kiss on your nose before rising back up to his height. You were blushing hard, he saw your flustered look and chuckled.

He held your other hand and waited for you to look at him. “I want… this. With you. Do-“ he sighed, unsure what to ask from you really.

But you knew. “Yes.” You whispered back. “I want this, with you.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You giggled.

Your brother and Komori came back right in time and you had to take Bee home. Your driver would be there at any moment.

“Goodnight y/n and Bee.” Kiyoomi waved and tapped your lower back. You waved at the both of them before leaving.

“Thank you for taking me, y/n.” Your brother said getting into the car.

“Thank you, Bee.” You smiled and pursed your lips. You never wanted to forget the feel of Kiyoomi’s lips on yours.

Before you got into bed your phone rang.

“Hello?” You said.

“Hi.” Your heart picked up the pace at the sound of his voice.

“Good evening Kiyoomi.” You giggled. “I’m heading to bed, you should too, it’s late.”

He nodded from the other side. “I just wanted to wish you goodnight, and sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams Kiyoomi.” You hung up and slept peacefully, your smile never leaving your face.

You’ve only really known Kiyoomi for almost three months and yet, it feels like a lifetime. He always waited for you at the gate. He held your hand when he could and you loved it. Bee came to practice after school, telling your parents he was just going to spend time with you at the school library.

Christmas break was starting soon and Kiyoomi hated the idea of being away from you even for a few weeks.

In a flash it was your last day before break and you had prepared a gift for Kiyoomi as he had for you. He snuck up behind you an arm on your waist before kissing your cheek. You laughed closing your locker and turning to your boyfriend before kissing his cheek lightly.

“How was your day?” He asked.

“Much better now, I have a gift for you.” You held out the neatly wrapped present. “Open it.” He let go of you and started unwrapping your gift and he found a small necklace along with a small photo book and CDs of songs that remind you of him.

“This is wonderful.” He gives you a hug and places his gifts in his bag and asking you to place the necklace on him. It was small, but it held a picture of the two you on the inside. “Here’s yours, it’s not much, but I hope you like it.”

You smile and grab your present. It’s a notebook and on the inside it reads: “To: y/n l/n. Love came down at Christmas, / Love all lovely, Love Divine; … / Love shall be our token, / Love be yours and love be mine, -Christina Rossetti”

You looked up at Kiyoomi to see that shy look on his face. “I love you y/n.” He said softly. Immediately, you crush him to you and he doesn’t mind, he wraps his arms around you holding you tight.

“I love you Kiyoomi. I do.” He’s happier than he’s ever been before and places a small kiss on your lips.

“I’ll see you soon my pretty lily.”

The two of you talked all throughout your winter break, unable to visit each other, but you talked all the time. Pretty soon you were back at school and seeing the rustic gates never made you happier.

Spring came very soon and you worried about Kiyoomi’s spring tournament. You hoped he could win for his last year.

However, when you got home one day, you faced more pressing matters. Bee had a gloomy look on his face. “What’s going on?” You questioned walking into the room seeing your parents seated together on the sofa.

“Sit y/n.” They motioned and you did so. “In order to maintain status in the Tokyo region you’re going to have an engagement to Kuroo Tetsuro.” Your eyes widen.

“No.” You shook your head. “I’m 18 I don’t have to- I- no.” Your lips trembled as you swallowed harshly. Bee placed his hand on your back to try to console you.

“There’s nothing you can do y/n. Where else will you go?” They stated pointedly. “You’ll be married to him and have a son, the sooner the better.” You were in terrible shock, and pure fear.

“I have to go I can’t-“ You rushed out of the door without your phone. Bee called for you pleadingly. “I’m going to a friend’s house.” Your parents worriedly went out to try to stop you but you were gone.

Bee covered for you, he always would. He knew you went to Kiyoomi’s but called his girlfriend and pretended you were with her. Your parents let you stay for the night, but they expected you back the next day. Bee texted Kiyoomi and he saw the text right before you knocked on his door. Worried, he rushed to open it and you were quick to squeeze him to you. Relief consuming you as he held you while you cried.

“Please tell me what’s wrong y/n.” He pleaded picking you up and bringing him to his room. He laid down next to you on his bed and just held you.

“My parents-“ you didn’t want to tell him. To burden him to running away with you and leaving everything behind. “They’re saying I can’t go to college.” It was a half lie.

He rubbed your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head letting you know you were okay. After your cries had dwindled you looked up at him. HIs beautiful curly hair laid out beside you and his two moles which you always found adorable made him look perfect.

You kissed his moles then his nose and his eyes. His heart was beating so fast and it was hard to keep to himself when all he wanted to do was to touch you. You leaned in and kissed him harshly, and by then all ration flew out the window.

He maneuvered on top of you, his hair falling down towards you and you tangled your hands in it pushing up into him. He groaned at your sudden movements and pulled away painstakingly. “Y/n, I don’t- If you don’t want to, we don’t have to, you were upset and-“

You sat up and kissed him again. “I want to. I promise.” You brought his hand to your heart. “I love you.”

He took it slow with you. Slowly removed your clothes and his, he slowly loved every single part of you. He felt his heart would burst from just looking at you. “I don’t have- um.”

“It’s okay, we can just be careful.” While rationally, he knew that would not be the best bet, he was willing to take the chance because he wanted you. He wanted all of you as selfish as that may be. “Just… slow. I’ve never-“

“Me either.” He chuckled kissing your cheek. “Just look at me.” You nodded biting your lip as he made his way in slowly. Your breath got caught in your throat from the discomfort. “You tell me okay my love? Are you okay?”

You nod. “Slow.” You breathed out. And eventually, there you were, connected completely holding still. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as you both held onto each other for comfort. “You can move, Kiyoomi.”

He brought his head up and did as you asked. Although he had the urge to be fast with you, he didn’t want to. He was slow and watched you from above, how you moved, how you responded, and the way you smiled lovingly at him. “You’re beautiful y/n. I love you, so much.”

You replied with the same notion and kissed him till you were both spent.

You always thought that sex was an animalistic type of interaction, and maybe sometimes it was. Not that that was a bad thing, but this… this was happiness. It was two people who loved each other more than life itself, and more than anyone could really comprehend. It was love in the purest form.

Kiyoomi cleaned everything up and he promised to buy you medicine tomorrow before settling in bed, holding you close. His parents were out, they usually went on long stretches of trips leaving Kiyoomi alone, but for the first time ever, he wasn’t alone, and you were comforted for the first time by someone’s gaze on you.

The next day you woke up early and Kiyoomi had you take the plan b and made you a lovely breakfast. Bee was there to pick you up and you tearfully said goodbye to Kiyoomi who had just as hard of a time letting you go.

He thought about a lot of things after you left. He wanted to take care of you and to be there in every way he could be, and he came to less than lovely conclusions.

It was your graduation. You’d planned on asking him to run away with you, and hopefully although it was crazy, he’d say yes.

When you went up to him he looked distant and you knew something was wrong. “Kiyoomi? Are you okay?”

“I have to leave y/n.” Your heart dropped. “I can’t give you a good life like this, I need to make something of myself before I can.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want anything lavish, I just- I just want a life- with you.” His heart broke to see how distraught you looked and he had to look away to prevent his eyes from betraying him.

“You should stay with your parents, they’ll take care of you, much better than I could right now.”

“No, you take such good care of me, please don’t leave me- Kiyoomi please my love.” You sobbed reaching for him and he let you grab onto him. He crushed you against him, his shoulders shaking from how hard he was trying not to cry.

He kissed the top of your head. He wanted to take care of you, give you a good life, but he didn’t have any of that. His parents wanted him out as soon as he graduated, and he couldn’t ask you to live couch to couch with him. “I love you.”

“Then why are you doing this.” His chest hurt, terribly. He wanted to scratch at it until it stopped.

“You deserve much better than what I am right now.”

“But you’re all I want Kiyoomi.” You cried, your tears staining his dress shirt. He kissed the top of your head again and said he loved you. He pulled himself away from you and walking away listening to you cry was perhaps the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. But he knew, you needed him just as much as he needed you. He wanted to give you the world, and he would come back when he could do that.

When he let go you crumbled onto the grass, your pillar, your best friend, the love of your life was gone. And you screamed, you screamed until it felt like your lungs were bleeding. You were in pure anguish. You didn’t care who heard, you didn’t care who watched, there was a hole in your chest that left you in pure agony. You couldn’t bear it. You slammed your hands on the ground as it began to rain and you hoped it would wash away all of your hurt.

But it didn’t.

Bee found you and he was horrified to see you shaking in the rain. He carried you to the car and you sniffled the whole way home, feeling more alone than you have since you met Sakusa Kiyoomi.

After you bathed and you got into bed you tried calling him and texting, but it was no use. He was gone.

You met the man you were to marry soon after. The state you were in was not one made to meet your future husband.

The two of you were seated on a bench and you were looking everywhere else but at him. “I know I’m not your first choice, or a choice at all, I too have… my heart elsewhere so I think we can come to understand each other.”

You tilted your head to the side. “We still have to have a son.” You mumbled.

“We can do IVF of sorts, I don’t think they’ll find out about that. I’m sorry you have to endure a pregnancy you might not want, but they will know if you don’t.” You nod and listen to him tell you about his lover. It was a man who passed away and his parents did not know, perhaps he had as much of a backbone as you did, therefore none at all.

Kuroo was kind. He allowed you the freedom to roam as you pleased and he never denied you anything. He even allowed you to see the man you loved, but that only caused your heart to ache and you cried all over him. He comforted you as you tried to explain your first love and how he inevitably became your first heartbreak.

Your fiancé became your most trusted partner and you adored him in a brotherly sisterly way. The wedding came by and you were dazed for most of it. You then went on your honeymoon and soon enough you were pregnant.

The pregnancy was perhaps the happiest part. You were in love with a child you didn’t even know yet. You prayed to any god who would listen that they would be a boy. You didn’t want to go through that again.

You would speak lovingly to your pregnant belly, telling them how much you loved them and how much their father loved them. You promised to protect them and make sure they had a different life to yours. They would not be told what to do and they will be able to take care of themselves no matter what.

“Mommy and Daddy love you so much my angel. I can’t wait to see you.” You would write in your journal everyday, writing about how happy you were with your little bean and how excited you were to be a mother. Although at first, you had suffered with the notion. You were freshly 18 and barely married.

It was scary, but Tetsuro had become a confidant for you, a friend in your time of need. He understood you better than you would think and you understood him. In different circumstances, the both of you think you could really love each other romantically, but you weren’t Kenma, and he wasn’t Kiyoomi. Simple as that.

No matter what, he loved you as best as he could and you loved him, your friend and your partner till the foreseeable future.

When you son was born, he was there, holding your hand and telling you how amazing you are for doing this and how strong you were. You cried looking at your son. Your tears fell and they kept falling. He was beautiful, love in its purest form, something you’ve felt once before. You cried for the joy and for the sadness of not having Kiyoomi there to hold your hand, to tell you he loved you and he was so proud of you.

Your son was named Kota and he truly was your whole world. If you couldn’t do anything else you did your damndest to be a good mother. And you were. You were an amazing mother given the circumstances.

Kuroo took care of the two of you, his parents and yours obviously financially helping as Kuroo went to school and works for the Japan Volleyball Association Sports Promotion Division.

The two of you celebrated Kota’s first birthday with Bee and both your parents. Then his second, his third, and his fourth. Your son’s hair was a dark color that fell in waves and his eyes mimicked your own.

Sending him to school was hard, he was very confused, but he took it head on and he ended up loving it. Kuroo would always pick him up on Wednesdays, but this time you went together. The school had some famous players come by to teach the older students, but your son had managed to sneak in. He was a bit taller than most kids his age, so you can see how he may have been confused.

The two of you stepped into the gym and you spotted your son immediately. “Kota, my love. Come here.” Your son turns and a smile stretches on his face, his father’s smile.

“Mommy!” He runs and wraps his little arms around your legs. You laughed picking him up and he looked to Kuroo. “Hi Daddy.” Kuroo tickles his neck and giggles erupt from him. “Mommy, I learned how to spike.”

“Wow, you’re going to have to show me when we get home my love.” You kissed his cheek.

“This sensei showed me.” He points to the man only a few feet from you. He saw you way before you even noticed he was there. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, you were here, in an elementary school with a kid… your son.

Your breath hitched and you felt like you were 18 again. The pain and the hurt from his absence returning to you and you couldn’t stay there any longer. You turned to leave and Kuroo noticed your whole demeanor change. He was confused, but he looked to the man ahead of you. He looked familiar, when he tilted his head and the moles on his temple shown through, he knew. His son had those exact same birth marks and the same frumpy hair.

Kuroo stepped forward and went up to him extending his hand. “Hello Sakusa-san.” Kiyoomi didn’t shake his hand, he couldn’t. He was looking at your husband, the father of your child. Kuroo doesn’t miss a beat and takes back his hand. “I believe you know my wife?” It stings, Kuroo did that on purpose, to see if Kiyoomi was worth it, if he still cared about you. And he did. His breathing was uneven and he was pale. Kuroo took out a paper and scribbled a number on it before handing it to Kiyoomi. “This is Bee’s number, y/n’s brother. I assume you know him.” Kiyoomi nods slowly. “Tell him I gave his number to you, and he’ll talk to you.” Kuroo sighs putting his hands in his pockets. “I’m going to ask you just be mindful when you talk to her.”

Kiyoomi had tried to find you. He had been looking for you for a year now, but your parents moved and everyone’s numbers were changed. He didn’t know what to do. You didn’t have any socials and it was so hard. He finally made a good life for the two of you and you were gone.

Once Kiyoomi was done with the camp the boys bothered him to ask what was wrong but he couldn’t deal with them, not today of all days and he left without a word. He called the number immediately when he got home and he heard Bee’s voice, older and more serious. “Hello?”

“Kuroo told me to call. It’s Kiyoomi.” Bee sighs into the phone nodding.

“Been a long time Sakusa-san.”

Kiyoomi was nervous and he didn’t know what was going on or why he was talking to your brother. “I’m not sure why he told me to call you.”

“Can you meet up tomorrow, around noon?” Kiyoomi hums in agreement and jots down the location before hanging up.

He meets Bee at a small cafe and he’s already there waiting for him, which is very odd since Kiyoomi was already 15 minutes early. He took a seat across from Bee, he was older and not the kid he met all that time ago.

“Nice to see you Kiyoomi.” He grins.

“You too.” Kiyoomi mumbled softly before sitting down. “What’s- what’s going on?”

Bee sighed and took a sip of his coffee. “Do you have time?” Kiyoomi nods and allows Bee to start. “Our parents, well- you know they’re important in the political world of Japan. These people… they’re old fashioned, so, to keep ties so to speak they marry off their children- the girls.” His heart drops to the ground, it was hard to breathe, hard to keep his composure and not lose it. “We tried so hard for her not- to not get married. But our parents are nothing if not relentless.” Bee’s shoulders slump from the memory. “That night she stayed with you, that’s when we found out.”

Kiyoomi shook his head. “No. She said they wouldn’t let her go to college.”

Your brother chuckles humorlessly and shakes his head. “She didn’t want you to know cause she loved you.” Kiyoomi’s chest is tight and he clenches his fist from the anxiety. “We couldn’t think of anything to help her, but she eventually said she would tell you and maybe the two of you could run away together and she would call me to give me her address and all that.” His world falls for the third time and he’s not sure there was anything he could have done to prevent the stray tear from falling. His head hurt and he wanted to crawl into a ball and never leave his room. “But then… well I’m not sure what happened. All she ever told me was you wanted to get ahead and work on your career. She got married. And she loves him.” A punch to the gut is what it was. “Not in the way you’re probably thinking. Kuroo had a lover that passed and I assume it’s the same way she feels about you. They’re happy being friends and co-parents, and my sister… they made her have a kid, a son.” While he’s only slightly relieved from knowing you were taken care of, he’s devastated you had to endure all this alone. “She was pregnant pretty much following the wedding, Kuroo said you saw him.”

“Kota.” He croaked out. He learned your sons name when he proudly came up to him and told Kiyoomi he was going to be an amazing volleyball player. “He’s a good kid.”

Bee nods. “He’s the best. You… did you see him Sakusa?” The spiker nods sadly and solemnly. “Are you sure?” Kiyoomi’s face scrunches up, confused as to what Bee was telling him. “You’re telling me that you really believe that Kota, the kid who’s too tall for his own good with curly black hair and two moles on his temple is Kuroo and my sister’s kid? I thought you were smart Kiyoomi.”

Just as all this new information was settling he was hit again with another whirlwind of news. “He’s- he’s my son?” He choked out and Bee nodded. Now that he thinks about it he can see it. If he had stopped to look at Kota for more than two seconds he would have realized that. But it hit him harder when he realized you were alone, he left you alone to love your son by yourself. He squeezed his eyes shut praying this was a nightmare and to not cry in a cafe of all places.

“My sister and her husband have been raising him, and the only ones who know you’re his biological dad are me, Kuroo and my sister.” Bee finishes the last of his coffee and places the mug down. “Kuroo and I planned what to do if we ever found you, we all were trying to find you for a while, but we stopped. This is my sister’s number.” He slides him a small piece of paper. “From here on out it’s her decision what to do and what she wants from you, I hope you’ll do good on it.” Bee then gets up and pats Kiyoomi on the back before leaving the cafe.

Kiyoomi waited a week to call you.

He was scared that you wouldn’t want him anymore, that you would tell him to screw off and never talk to you again. Unfortunately, the reality would prove to be worse than he imagined.

You answer the phone confused. “Hello?”

“Y/n.” He breathes out. You answered. He just hopes you don’t hang up. But you don’t say anything. You’re afraid if you open your mouth you’ll spill and fall all over again. All your hard work to get over him, or at the very least not think about him every second of the day. “… pretty lily.” He whispers and wonders if you heard it.

It’s proven to be true when he hears you breath out, your hand over your mouth sobbing silently. It’s been years since you heard his voice and it was different. You cried because you didn’t know his new voice, it had remnants of the boy you loved, but this was more mature, he was a man now. You cried because you didn’t know what else changed, and you were scared to know.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out. “I’m so sorry y/n. I’m sorry I’m sorry- fuck, I’m sorry.” Kiyoomi kept chanting apologies to you, as if it would help. As if your heart wasn’t breaking at the seams because you couldn’t remember his voice.

The two of you sobbed on the phone for what felt like hours. You were angry and sad because he took himself away from you.

Kiyoomi breathed in before speaking again. “You can say no, but if you could -maybe- meet with me whenever you can?”

You nod slowly, but he can’t see you and you seem to forget. “Okay.” You mumble. “Where?”

“My apartment?” Kiyoomi’s eyes widen realizing you might not feel comfortable going to his. “Or- you know, somewhere public - a restaurant or-“

“Send me your address.” You respond quickly. “I-“

“Mommy! Is it bath time?” Kota’s voice brings you back to the present. You’re not a teenager anymore, you have bigger responsibilities now.

You smile and squint your eyes so he doesn’t see how red they are. “Yes my love. Go to the bathroom and I’ll be there in a moment.” Kota skips happily towards the bathroom, he was the best behaved little boy you ever met. “I have to go.”

Kiyoomi nods, choked up from hearing his son’s voice and yours. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” You hum before hanging up. It’s hard to breathe, hard to collect your thoughts and scramble back to being a mother and not just a girl in love.

You got your son in his jammies after his shower and you had shower with your husband, tucking your son into bed after reading him a story.

Kuroo and you are sitting in your room watching a show, but you’re obviously elsewhere and he can tell. He’s your best friend. “Sweetheart,” he mumbles. “Are you alright?”

You shake your head closing your eyes trying desperately not to cry again. Your breathing is uneven again and you calm down before any tears could spill. “He called.” You said lowly.

Tetsuro nods in understanding. “Are you meeting with him?” You nod. “Do you not want to?”

“I do. That’s my problem.” He grabs your hand and waits for you to continue. “I don’t know- I hate him but I don’t. But I do and it’s- it’s so confusing.”

He just rubs his thumb on your hand while you stare at your lap sadly. “Just be open minded okay?” You turn to him with an incredulous look. “I couldn’t tell you how much I wish I could argue with him one more time y/n. I wish he was here and that I was angry with him because then- at least he’d be here.” Your tenseness melts at his words; you get it. You really do, you’d be inconsolable if anything ever happened to Kiyoomi, no matter what. “That being said, you have a right to be upset with him, and you don’t have to fall back to step with him immediately, but just listen to him too.”

You nod, and lay your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for listening to me.”

“Always.” He kisses your head before turning off the lights to get some rest. He doesn’t bring forth his biggest fear: what you’re going to do in terms of Kota. He knows he isn’t his biological son, but he’s raised him as his own, and to lose him breaks his heart in more ways than he thought possible. Kota saved the both of you by giving you something so pure and innocent to love together. He doesn’t want to stress you out more, so he’ll wait until the time to bring it up.

The morning rolls around and you grab your phone to see a text.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: XX Roma Dr. Is dinner at 7 okay? I have work today till six.

You: That’s fine.

Kiyoomi: I’ll see you then.

You didn’t want to talk over the phone, because if you did it would spoil everything you had to say to him in person. Instead, you took Kota to school and picked him up, read with him and watched some shows until Kuroo showed up.

His little eyes twinkled at the sight of his father and ran to him. “Daddy are we going to see uncle Kenma today?” Your eyes widened, you can’t believe you forgot it was Kenya’s birthday.

Kuroo looked down at his son and smiled. “Yes of course, go change.”

You give your husband a hug, guilty that you forgot. “I’m sorry… I can cancel and we can-“

He holds up a hand to stop you, a grin on his face. “I would feel better if you talked with him, for your sake.” You thanked your best friend before saying bye to your son and heading out.

One of the things your parents denied you was learning how to drive, but Kuroo taught you and it was a freedom you never knew you were missing out on. The resentment towards your parents never dwindled, but you saw how much they loved your son and vice versa, so you could stomach it for now.

You were punctual and got to his apartment at 7, but he was already there waiting for you. He was nervous and he should be. You got out of the car and walked up to him. “Hi.” He held a somber look but you didn’t address it.

It was the first time in five years that you were face to face with him again. It was overwhelming. “Hello.” You nod and he ushers you in.

Food is prepared and on the table, but you’re so anxious you don’t know if you can eat. His apartment is simple just like him, but there are a few picture frames around. One is with Komori after they won Inter High, another is with three men you don’t recognize, this being more recent, he looks older like he does now. Then your eyes fall on the photo book. It didn’t have a picture of you on it but you knew there were photos of the two of you in there and he still had it.

That made you turn around and look at his neck where the necklace sat swinging as Kiyoomi took small steps towards you. He went to the couch and waited for you to sit before sitting with you.

“Why did you leave.” You asked without looking at him. “Why couldn’t- why couldn’t we have stayed together? That’s always bothered me. Why you thought that we- that we couldn’t make it?”

Kiyoomi’s heart fell, but if it did he didn’t show it. He just looked at you waiting for you to look at him. “Because after high school my family left me alone to work and fend for myself. I didn’t- I never wanted you to suffer through that it was… so difficult.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was still even so far. “Did I not deserve to make that choice? You left me, I loved you and you left me.”

Kiyoomi shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me the night you came over what your parents said to you. You never told me.” He was sad that you felt like you couldn’t tell him your troubles in a similar way to his.

Your shoulders slump. “Because I was scared. I was scared I would lose you and that-“ you swallowed the lump in your throat, “that I was ashamed I couldn’t do anything about it.” Kiyoomi grazes your hand and its a miracle you don’t pull away, he leaves his on top of yours. “But I was going to at graduation all I wanted was to run away with you.” You huff and Kiyoomi’s jaw clenches, trying to hold himself together. “But then… I couldn’t.”

“I love you.” He blurts out causing you to finally look at him, tears glossing over your eyes. “I’ve loved you since the very moment you stepped into my life. I still… love you. The same way I did all those years ago, probably more. More than my own being. If you had asked me- if you ask me to throw away everything and leave with you I would.” Your tears fall and the lump in his throat is hard to ignore.

“I hated you.” You say and he physically aches. “I hated that you left me alone, I hated that I couldn’t call you to tell you I was expecting, I hated that you weren’t marrying me, I hated that you weren’t there to hold my hand when I had Kota, I hated that you didn’t hear his first words, I hated that you weren’t there to celebrate birthdays, I hated that you weren’t with me. I- I wanted you there with me.” You sobbed leaning on the couch. “And despite how long you’ve been gone- against my better judgement I love you.”

Your lip trembles as you get the last few words out and Kiyoomi’s heart breaks not wasting anymore time and pulling you close to him. The both of you cry, and he was silent and tried not to let any sounds slip but you did. You cried into him clutching on his shirt and putting your head in the crook of his neck. It wasn’t different, he was all the same, still the man you loved. “I’m sorry pretty lily. I should have taken you with me had I known-“

You twitched in his hold and pursed your lips. “We could have gotten a really crappy apartment we could have called home.” You mutter.

He chuckles sadly, indulging you. “I could’ve given you a paper ring from a page in your poetry book.”

It was hard to keep thinking on what could have been, but you kept it up, the tears falling from both of your faces. “We could have gotten married with Komori officiating and Bee would be our witness. I could have gotten a small receptionist job, simple, but a start.” You laugh solemnly.

He kisses the top of your head. “My career would have progressed so I could take care of you and our baby.” You cry out when he mentions Kota, your heart breaking all over again from the fact that he doesn’t know his own son. “We would’ve- would’ve been happy.” He stutters.

“So happy.” You agree squeezing him to you. Grieving a life neither of you got to live with each other. He cries harder for the emptiness he feels from not knowing his son and that you did it on your own.

“I love you I’m sorry, I love you.” He kisses the top of your head again and again.

You look up and kiss his cheek. “I love you, I forgive you.” He holds you tighter and for the first time in five years he can breathe easily.

Once you’ve both calmed down you pull apart, not really wanting to, but you wanted to see his face. He was still ridiculously handsome and to him you were still painfully beautiful. “Will I be able to meet him?” He asks hopeful.

You sigh and look down. “I want you to meet him, but… he doesn’t know- he thinks Kuroo is his dad, and he is you know. He’s taken care of him like his own, but- god he’s so much like you.” A smile makes its way to your face thinking about your son. It causes Kiyoomi to smile back as well. “He keeps his room nice and clean, always. He was never fussy, he loves volleyball, but he also likes reading. He’s so smart and very independent, he’s amazing.”

It’s hard on Kiyoomi, knowing he has a son that doesn’t have any idea he’s his dad. It hurts, really.

“And oh my god he looks just like you.” You say. “He’s so handsome, just like you.”

Kiyoomi’s face flushes at your comment. “You’re one to talk y/n.” You get shy, but your face falls.

“I’m still married, Kiyoomi.” You speak out. “Not in a typical marriage, but married nonetheless.” He nods and take ahold of your hand. “I can’t jump back and be with you, there’s still some things I need to work out and get over.”

He nods. “I’ll wait, or I’ll help, whatever it is I’ll do it.”

“Give me some time.” You ask.

“I’d give you the stars if I could.”

When you got back home Kuroo and your son awaited you, giving you a big hug which relieved you for a bit. You had talked to your husband about what the two of you could do, and at first you couldn’t think of anything, but then you came up with a perfect plan.

Kuroo bursted through the doors of your parents’ living room where his parents sat along with Bee and his girlfriend.

“Kuroo, please, my love-“

“Shut. Up.” He grits. Your parents are confused because for the longest time you two put up a united front. “I want a divorce.” Both of your parents are taken aback, but Bee and his girlfriend try their best not to giggle.

Your dad stammers. “What- what- why?”

Kuroo slams down papers on the coffee table. They open them slowly and gasp. “My son is not mine, and I was deceived to think my wife was untouched when we married.”

You stood to the side and played the role of deer-caught-in-the-headlights. Your father looked to you. “Who’s the father?”

You look away. “You don’t know them-“

“Who’s the father?” He booms.

“My high school boyfriend.”

There was a lot of back and forth, a lot of pleading on your father’s part, but eventually, a divorce was granted and Kuroo left with his parents.

He would still visit you and Kota, he loved the kid and he would hate to not see him after all those years he spent as his father.

“I don’t even know what to say to you y/n.” Your father mumbled.

After so many years, you finally grew some backbone and you shrugged. “It’s over now. It was never meant to happen in the first place. You’re my parents, you’re supposed to love me unconditionally not sell me to some family for political ties. I would never do that to my son. Ever.” You pick up your bag and head towards the door. “I’m leaving, if you want to see Kota, you may, but if you mistreat him I will never speak to you again.”

Bee smiles as you walk out and get into the car with Kota waiting for you. “Hi mommy, where are we going?”

“We’re going to see someone very important.” You drive to Kiyoomi’s and once you arrive you hold your bags and Kota’s hand. “Knock on the door my love.”

He does as you ask and Kiyoomi opens it soon after. He’s surprised to see you there, but he’s more than happy to see you. His smile is immediate as he leans down to kiss you and you let him, but step back when your son tugs on your hand confused.

Kiyoomi takes your bags and let’s you inside. He already had a room decorated for Kota and he hoped he liked it.

“Hi sensei.” Kota waves but is skeptical because he just saw him kiss his mother.

You pick your son up and put him in the middle of the couch with you and Kiyoomi on either side. “Can I tell you a story my love?” He nods. “When mommy was younger she met this very handsome boy and she loved him and he loved her. Then the boy had to go away for a while so mommy spent time with her best friend and she had a baby. That’s you. And the boy that mommy loved, that’s Kiyoomi.” You tilt your head in his direction. “I know Papa has taken care of you since you were a baby, but your Daddy, the one who made you look so handsome is Kiyoomi.”

Kiyoomi looks worried like Kota didn’t want him as his father. The kid looks up at him with his pretty eyes, your pretty eyes. “Does this mean I have to Papas?”

He nods. “Yea.” Kota moves over to Kiyoomi and gives him a hug. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long bud. I wish I could have been here with you.” He tries really hard not to cry but it proves to be impossible when he glances at you to see you smiling with tears falling.

“It’s okay,” Kota smiles. “I was never lonely.”

Kiyoomi’s let’s out a relieved sigh. “I’m so happy bud. So happy.” Kiyoomi then grabs you and the three of you are engulfed in a hug.

The transition was hard on everyone. Kota struggled to life without Kuroo as a constant and it broke your heart. He still visited every weekend and you had dinner, but it wasn’t the same. You could tell how much the two of them struggled, so you suggested sleepovers and that seemed to help the new change.

It took Kota time to get used to calling Kiyoomi Dad, but the two of them fell intro step with one another fairly quick.

On the other hand, while you did live with Kiyoomi now, you too were awkward at first. It had been so long without seeing one another, things were tense. You argued sometimes, but it only really stemmed from fear and the sad memories that were hard to let go of.

Sometimes you had dreams where he was gone and he would hold you while you cried and it weighed on him. Just how much you loved him and how difficult it was for you.

After you two settled you never spoke of the specifics of your relationship, but you didn’t have to.

He woke up first, always, kissed your cheek every time, made breakfast, went on a run and came back in time to eat with you and your son. It was a ritual and he never broke it.

Kiyoomi and Kota would wash the dishes while you would start on laundry and then Kiyoomi would get ready to go to work and take Kota to school. He would kiss you every time before he left. He never forgot.

Eventually, Kiyoomi’s friends asked questions, but he wasn’t a talkative person so he gave pretty minimal responses.

“Who’s the kid on your phone Omi-Omi?” Atsumu would ask looking over the spiker’s shoulder.

“My son.” Kiyoomi muttered and the other two whipped their heads around to listen.

Atsumu’s eyes were wide. The child on his phone was in elementary school five or six and Kiyoomi was 24. “But- he’s kinda- kinda old.”

Kiyoomi nods, smiling at his phone. “He’s five.”

“Kiyoomi-san, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Hinata posed to his friend.

“Umm.” Kiyoomi rings his hands together, unsure of what to say. “We’re together, we met in high school, but uh- it’s a bit complicated.”

The rest of them see he’s getting nervous so they drop it. Not without begging to meet you though.

And while Kiyoomi doesn’t want to pressure you, he would really like you to meet his second family even if he refuses to admit it out loud.

He brings it up at dinner peaking at your face. “Okay.” You say cheerfully. “That sounds fun!” You smile and grab Kiyoomi’s hand squeezing it.

His shoulders relaxed and he was excited, especially after seeing Kota so excited too.

The three of you knocked on Atsumu’s apartment where his teammates were gathering along with Osamu. Kiyoomi carried Kota, he said it was because it was raining, but you knew he just liked having an excuse to be close to his son. He also stood behind hunching over you to try to block you from the rain as much as he could. You noticed, you always do.

Atsumu opened the door and a smile reached his face. “Come in!” He ushered you in taking your coat and you thanked him while Kiyoomi took his and Kota’s coats off. “We’re all in the living room right now. There’s snacks- do you like chips little guy?” Kota nods enthusiastically. “Awesome.”

You giggle and three other men come into view. The one with grey and black hair stands up and holds out his arms hugging you tight. “Oh!” You laugh and pat his back.

“I’m Bokuto, it’s so nice to meet you.”

“I’m y/n.” You smile. “It’s great to meet you guys. Kiyoomi talks about you a lot.” The three of them smile while Kiyoomi looks away trying not to make it a big deal.

Then Hinata introduces himself along with Osamu and the three of you sit on the couch together. Hinata and Kota talk, both of them thoroughly invested in their conversation. Kiyoomi places his hand on yours and you turn your hand to squeeze his.

“How did you guys meet?” Atsumu asks fidgeting in his seat.

You let out a small laugh and look at Kiyoomi. “We met in high school and we dated for a while. Some things happened and we got separated.” You turn to look back at the guys and give a small smile to make it seem a little less heavy. “My family is a bit complicated and I was married. My ex-husband works with the volleyball association I’m not sure if you know him?” You ask.

“Is it- is it Kuroo Tetsuro?” Bokuto asks, eyes wide.

“Yea! He’s the best.” You smile and Bokuto gets so excited he asks how he’s doing and you promise to tell him to visit his friend. “He was a very good friend to me.”

They didn’t press anymore, knowing that even though Kiyoomi was always silent, he was deathly still when you were explaining and his expression looked pained. Instead they shared stories with you about Kiyoomi and you ate them up laughing and resting your head on Kiyoomi when you were overcome with laughter.

He kept his eyes on you, a small smile always gracing his face. He was in love with you, he knew it, his friends knew it, and you knew it.

Once it turned dark Kiyoomi got up to grab your coats, Kota was starting to get tired which Kiyoomi noticed and immediately stated you two were leaving. You laugh at how careful he is with Kota’s routine, but you also admire the stability he’s trying to keep in his life.

You bid your goodbyes to his friends and drive home. Kota falls asleep on the way and Kiyoomi carries him to his room to tuck him in bed.

He comes back to join you on the couch where you drink some water. “It was nice meeting your friends.”

He’s glad you had fun, he was nervous that maybe you wouldn’t like them, but he’s come to find that a lot of his fears are unwarranted. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

You lean over and kiss his cheek to try to break some of the walls the two of you unknowingly put between you. That’s all it takes to break his resolve because he cups your face in his hands and kisses you. Desperate to be close to you because god had he missed you.

He underestimated how eager you were as well. You crawled closer to him and situated on his lap, hands on his shoulders as you hovered above him pushing into his kiss.

He breaks it to look at you, to admire you, to love you in the silence.

“What are you thinking of Kiyoomi?” You ask brushing your fingers through his hair.

“You.” He says. “I’m always thinking of you.” A smile breaks out on both of your faces and you rest your head on his. “I want you, I want us.”

You nod. “I want everything with you.” You whisper. “Everything we lost.”

He lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes. “I love- the way you love me.”

“I love you just the same way you love me, Kiyoomi. Unconditionally, endlessly, and beautifully.” He kisses your nose, a sign that he was overwhelmed with emotion and you just held him to you, the two of you eventually falling asleep on the couch. Hopeful for a future you never knew you’d have.

You held Kota’s hand in your right as you pushed the stroller to get to your seats. You spotted Kuroo waiting for you and waved you down. Kota ran to him and Kuroo lifted him up in the air.

“Uncle!” He shrieked and giggled with joy.

Over time, Kota shifted what he called Kuroo, and it wasn’t something he was told. If he wanted to call Kuroo his father for the rest of his life you and Kiyoomi would not complain. “How’s my favorite boy?” He giggled again and Kuroo placed him down. “Hi sweetheart,” he kisses your cheek and kneels down to the stroller. “Hello Miss Mai.” He cooed at your 10 month old. “She’s so beautiful, but I hate to break it to you she is also a copy of your husband.”

He was right. She had the beautiful waves, but they were brown like your hair, and a cute mole under her eye. You laugh brushing it off. “Hopefully this next one will look like me.” You pat the top of your small belly.

“Come sit, I saved these for you, Akashi and Bee will be sitting with you soon. I gotta go but I’ll see you after the game.”

“Get to work big guy.” Kuroo rubbed Kota’s hair before kissing your cheek and leaving.

Eventually Bee his girlfriend and Akashi joined you right as the players were coming out. It was the olympics and you could not be prouder that your husband was on the team. It was given he would get on, he was too talented not to.

Kiyoomi immediately looked for you in the crowd, and once he found you his face lifted and he smiled. The boys pat his back and wave frantically at you.

You laugh and wave back to greet them. Kiyoomi’s eyes dart to the pin, the same pin you wore to his very first game and his heart swelled. He was deliriously happy. He loved you. He loved that you were his wife, the mother of his two kids soon to be three, he loved loving you.

He was overcome with emotion and the only thing he could do to convey any of it was mouth a small I love you. Not that that did his feelings any justice.

It was more than enough and you were so happy. ‘I love you, always’ you mouthed back to him. And that alone got him through the five rounds of the game.

The two of you finally got that happy ending.

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The Bet Pt. 7

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A/N: She's long lol. Mostly Max being...well...Max lol.

Word Count: 3,201

Ratings/Warnings: M Rated Themes.

Taylour had initially planned to stay only until the next show, but as the days passed, she found herself unable to untangle herself from Kenny, both physically and emotionally. The morning of her scheduled flight home, she lay in bed next to him, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a warm comforter. She made an impulsive decision and rebooked her ticket, cashing in on Dasha covering for her. Kenny, who was homebound to recover from his last match, welcomed the idea of having her by his side for a little while longer, and they quickly settled into a routine.

Kenny's day began with an early morning workout and tackling emails, and he would wake Taylour with a steaming cup of coffee in bed. Their mornings were filled with conversation, laughter, and lingering kisses, sometimes evolving into more passionate moments. As Kenny headed into interviews or meetings, Taylour attended to her work, ran errands, and prepared lunch. They would always eat lunch together which usually ended with Taylour bent over the kitchen table and being teased by Kenny’s tongue.

When their work for the day was done, they would venture out to dine at local restaurants, followed by strolls along the beach, savoring the tranquil beauty of the sunset. Some nights, they'd sit by the shoreline, engaging in deep conversations for hours, while on others, they would return home to unwind with TV shows or video games.

But it always ended with making love in bed.

This experience was entirely new to Taylour. She had her fair share of past boyfriends, but Kenny stood apart from them all. He saw her for who she truly was, beyond the façade of her "Instagram model" beauty. It meant the world to her.

The day before their flight, Taylour experienced dread. It started when she woke up from a bad dream. A pit in her stomach that grew throughout the day.

By the time they were in bed, Kenny noticed the uneasiness in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this to end.”

Kenny cupped her cheek, making her look up to him. She found solace in his eyes.

“This isn’t going to end, we’re only going to be away for 36 hours and we’ll be right back here.”

She believed his words, but something within Taylour still felt unsettled. Instead of exploring the feeling, she decided to take Kenny’s words.

‘What could go wrong?’ She thought to herself.

She feigned a weak smile and he smiled back, leaning in to kiss her lips and then forehead. His hands moved to her hair, curly from swimming in the ocean, and gently ran his hands through. She relaxed into his touch until she fell asleep.

✦ ✦ ✦

Kenny made a point to hold her hand as they walked into the arena.

“Finally!” Brandi boomed when she saw them walk in together. So that’s why you were taking so long to reply to my emails all week,” She followed, her green eyes looking back and forth between the two.

“Nice to see you too, Bran,” Taylour replied.

Brandi smiled, “I’m just happy to know Nick owes me $20.”

Before the couple could inquire, Brandi patted them on the shoulder and strutted away. Presumably to tell Nick, and half the roster, of the news.

By the time the show aired, everyone knew about their relationship. All of the reactions appeared good. It was a great show that came and went.

As Taylour was getting ready to leave the arena, her phone buzzed. She glanced to see a text from Kenny:

"An exciting impromptu contract signing is happening tonight, might not make it back until late.

I’m sorry, mon bijou. I’ll tell you more later.“

Taylour sighed, realizing that her plans for a relaxing evening would have to be postponed. She resigned herself to the idea of changing in the hotel room and indulging in some trashy reality TV until Kenny returned.

She gathered the last of her belongings and made her way to the parking garage. While walking through the parking garage, a black Cadillac pulled out in front of her. Taylour took a step back as two men jumped out from the front. Instantly, she recognized the two figures in all-black suits: Sean and Wardlow. They stood in front of Taylour, towering over her. Wardlow motioned to open the door to the backseat and Sean extended his hand to her.

Taylour's heart sank as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Max,” She cursed under her breath.

She had completely forgotten about the date that was meant to happen last week, and now, she had to face the consequences.

Refusing Sean’s hand, Taylour stepped into her Cadillac. It was a higher step than anticipated so Sean took it upon himself to give her a boost by supporting her lower back and bum.

Taylour settled into the plush leather seat of the Cadillac. Across from her, she could see Max, donning a navy suit. A‌ bouquet of lilies and roses was in the empty seat next to him. She could faintly smell his cologne, the same one he sprayed on the note a little over two weeks again, in the air. She also noticed something new next to the bouquet, the AEW‌ Championship. The young man looked like an embodiment of charm and charisma, as his dark eyes locked onto Taylour's. She couldn’t help but feel an undeniable magnetism. The dimly lit parking garage provided a sense of seclusion, intensifying the situation.

With a sensual smile playing on his lips, Taylour couldn't deny the captivating pull of the moment. She knew there was no escaping this rendezvous, no matter how much she had initially tried to avoid it.

Sean and Wardlow, the silent enforcers, leaned against the sleek black car, exuding an aura of raw power that seemed to fill the space around them.

Max’s voice, a low, seductive purr, broke the silence. "You didn't think we'd let you forget, did you, Taylour?"

The sleek black Cadillac door closed behind her with a soft thud, leaving no room for hesitation. Taylour couldn't help but feel a rush coursing through her veins as the car pulled away, leaving the parking garage behind.

In the dimly lit interior of the car, Taylour's gaze flickered between Max and the cityscape passing by. Her lips parted slightly as she struggled to find the right words.

The Cadillac finally slowed to a stop in front of an upscale, discreetly lit restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. Taylour's heart raced as Wardlow opened her door, and she stepped out onto the cobblestone street. Max followed suit, his eyes never leaving hers.

There was a gentle breeze in the night air, carrying with it a hint of the tantalizing scent of blooming flowers. Taylour didn’t know whether to curse or praise herself for staying in her event outfit. A shimmering white minidress that hugged every inch of her figure. She previously wanted to thank Ms. Sandra for making such a beautiful gown but now she debated on cursing her, too.

As they entered the restaurant, it was as if time had slowed down. The dimly lit interior was adorned with flickering candles on each table, casting a warm and inviting glow. They were greeted by the head waiter who appeared to be expecting them. As they walked through, Taylour noticed a live jazz band was playing.

The maitre d' led them to a private corner booth in the back, secluded from prying eyes.

Taylour took her seat, the plush velvet upholstery enveloping her. Max slid across from her, his dark eyes filled with hunger. Her voice trembled as she finally found her words, and Taylour’s eyes locked onto Max's.

"Max, I... I didn't expect this.“

Max leaned in slightly, his voice a seductive murmur as he spoke.

"I want you to be comfortable, princess. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of everything. "

A shock was sent down her spine to her legs.

She couldn't help it. She wanted this.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay. "

Max's hand slid into hers and a soft smile crossed his lips.

“Now, let's have a nice meal.“

The maitre d’ approached their table with a smile, his gaze switching between Max and Taylour. He handed them each a menu, then poured a glass of red wine for the pair.

Taylour took a sip in an attempt to clear her head—to steady her nerves—but it only seemed to intensify the swirling thoughts in her mind.

The thought of surrendering to his will—of letting him take control and have his way with her—filled Taylour with a thrill of both apprehension and excitement. She knew that doing so would mean crossing a line—one that she couldn't come back from.

So why did she want to?

The maitre d' returned with their orders and a knowing smile.

"A bottle of Dom Perignon, as requested. Enjoy. "

Max raised his glass in a toast, and Taylour reluctantly followed.

"To new beginnings. May they be filled with many wonderful memories. "

Their glasses clinked together, and Taylour's heart fluttered in her chest. She took a long, slow sip of champagne, its bubbles tickling her throat. The heady rush of the alcohol mingled with her arousal, clouding her thoughts.

As she set her glass down, Taylour's gaze flicked up to meet Max's, and she found him studying her with a thoughtful look. His voice was soft as he spoke.

"What is it, princess? Are you having second thoughts? "

She hesitated, her thoughts racing.

"Well...I don't think Kenny would like this."

A laugh escaped Max's lips.

"To be fair, I did ask you out before you made that guy your boyfriend."

She nodded. "True."

Taylour couldn't help but notice the way the candlelight flickered across Max's features, highlighting his chiseled jawline and deep-set eyes.

Her mind flashed to the way Kenny's hands had roamed her body just a few hours ago, and her cheeks flushed.

"It's not too late to call things off, you know," Max continued. "You can always tell me to stop. "

His gaze was intense as he studied her, his lips slightly parted. She could feel his desire emanating from him, his need for her, and it was intoxicating.

The maitre d' appeared with their entrees and refilled their glasses.

"Thank you," Max said, his voice a low rumble. He waited for the maitre d' to walk away before continuing.

"You know, I've been waiting a long time for this moment, princess. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. "

Taylour's breath hitched in her throat. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but she couldn't help herself.

"Oh, is that so?" she replied, her tone coy.

Max's expression turned serious as he nodded.

"It's the truth. I've never felt this way about anyone else before. And I want to show you just how much you mean to me. "

He reached out and placed his hand over hers, his touch sending sparks up her arm.

Taylour's heartbeat quickened as Max leaned in closer.

"Do you trust me, princess?" he whispered.

Taylour swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and her thoughts turned to the myriad of things she had imagined him doing to her.

"Yes," she breathed.

Max's lips curled into a smile.

"Good. Because I'm going to make this the best night of your life. "

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, and Taylour felt herself giving in to his will.

"Okay. "

He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it, his lips brushing her skin and sending a thrill through her body.

"Let's get out of here. "

They got up and started to make their way out, and the maitre d' stopped them.

"Mr. Friedman, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. It's been an honor to serve you tonight."

Max smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. "

The maitre d' shook Max's hand and thanked him profusely as he and Taylour made their way out of the restaurant.

They walked towards the awaiting Cadillac.

Wardlow and Sean held the door open for the pair, the two henchmen giving her a smile and a polite nod.

Sean's hand once again found its way to the small of Taylour's back and gently assisted her into the vehicle.

Once inside, Taylour found herself in the back seat with Max. Their knees were touching, the feeling of his leg pressing against hers causing a spark of electricity to course through her body.

"Where to?" Wardlow asked as he turned the ignition.

"Back to the hotel," Max replied.

Taylour couldn't help the flutter of anticipation in her stomach as the Cadillac pulled away from the curb. The ride back was a blur. Max's presence was intoxicating, and Taylour lost herself in the moment.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the hotel, the valet was already holding the door open for Taylour. Max held his hand out, guiding Taylour from the backseat. He turned his head to look at his henchmen.

Wardlow nodded. "We'll handle the rest."

Max gave him a small grin. "Thank you. Have a good night, gentlemen."

With that, Max placed his hand on the small of Taylour's back and guided her toward the hotel's entrance. Max had ushered her inside the hotel and into an elevator, prusing the top floor. As the elevator ascended, Taylour couldn't help but notice Max's hand, resting dangerously close to her ass.

Her body tingled beneath the fabric covering Taylor's thigh; then goosebumps erupted along every inch exposed by the short dress as she felt his fingers graze her skin. She knew that she should move away, that she should stop this before it went any further, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," Max purred, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

"I... I know," Taylour murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Max chuckled, his breath hot against her skin.

"Good. I'd hate to think you weren't enjoying this."

Taylour swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But she couldn't deny that the risk was part of the thrill. Taylour swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But she couldn't deny that the risk was part of the thrill.

Just as she was about to say something, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the lavish penthouse suite.

Max led her inside, his hand never leaving the small of her back. The luxurious decor and plush furnishings made the suite seem even more opulent. He sat her down on the couch and poured a glass of champagne that was waiting for them on ice on the table.

"Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart," Max said, his voice low and sensual. "

Taylour was surprised as she felt his fingertips brush the nape of her neck. Goosebumps erupted across her skin and a shiver ran down her spine as his lips trailed along her neck. His lips met Taylour's in a searing kiss, a passionate fusion of desire and longing. Taylour couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Max took it as an opportunity to allow his hands to explore her body. Taylour let out a low moan as his hand found her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

"M-Max..." she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

She allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth, deepening this kiss. She could feel him tug at the straps of her dress. He kissed her chin then trailed down to her collarbones. His hands traveled down her waist to her thighs. He hitched up her skirt to expose her panties. She couldn't help but feel vulnerable as she realized his hands were on the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers and dragged her panties down her legs.

"You look so beautiful right now, princess" Max murmured as he slipped his thumb over her wetness. Taylour's breath hitched as her sweetness reacted to his touch. She was putty in his hands.

"And you smell so delicious." He dipped a finger into her wetness. "I can't wait to taste you."

His fingers explored her folds, and Taylour squirmed under his touch. She was dripping wet and aching for release. Max's lips trailed along her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

It wasn’t until Taylour began to hear the zipper of her dress unravel that sense came crashing back to her.

Taylour quickly pushed Max away, her eyes wide as she scrambled to put some distance between them. "I have a boyfriend!" she yelped, trying to hide the embarrassment that was spilling out of her.

Max leaned back in his seat, an amused smirk playing on his lips, though he said nothing. His finger lazily traced the curves of his mouth, savoring Taylour's taste.

"This isn't right," Taylour whispered, barely audible.

Max chuckled, a deep, sensual sound that sent a chill down her spine.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it a minute ago, sweetheart," he said.

"I..." Taylour trailed off, unsure of how to respond.

Max rose from his seat, his expression one of amusement.

"Relax," he purred, closing the gap between them.

Taylour took a step back. "I think I should go."

She picked up her panties from the floor. Max watched her make herself decent again.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. "But before you go, I must tell you two things."

"One: Kenny's going to find out about this. And two: you're mine now, princess."

Taylour's eyes widened as his words sunk in. She turned to face him, her gaze locked on his.

"You're insane," she spat.

Max smirked. "Maybe. But you can't deny that you want me. Just admit it. You want me to take control. To make you mine."

His voice was low and husky, and Taylour could feel the tension between them.

She swallowed hard, her heart racing.

"You don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, trying to maintain her composure.

Max's lips curled into a smirk, a smug expression adorning his face.

"Oh, I think I do, doll," he drawled.

Taylour stood her ground, her gaze never leaving his.

"I have a boyfriend," she stated firmly.

"So?" Max shrugged, clearly unfazed.

"So, I'm not going to cheat on him."

Max let out a laugh, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Sweetheart, you've already crossed that line. You've given yourself to me."

"You're delusional," Taylour scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Oh really?" Max raised an eyebrow. "You don't think he'll find out about this?"

Max went into the other room and pulled out a small audio recorder. He pressed stop then replay. Within seconds the recording played back Taylour's moans that grew deepening and louder with each minute. Taylour was speechless.

"You didn't think I'd just let you walk out of here without something to remember me by, did you, princess?"

Taylour stood there, paralyzed with disbelief.

"It's your choice."

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