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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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Hi there! If you’re taking requests, maybe some headcanons about Reagan and Brett taking care of a sick reader, like you’ve done for some of the others? I love your writing!

AWE IVE NEGLECTED THESE TWO <3333 YES OFC I CAN

SFW BELOW!! tw for illness and medication <3

REAGAN

Oh lord she's gonna do her best buddy but she has,,,, no idea what she's doing <3

she got her dads immune system! She rarely if ever gets sick and,, when she does she usually just ignores it to the best of her ability and keeps going about as usual - she can't remember the last time she actually took a sick day

EEE she's definitely more of a problem solver than a caretaker? If you want smb to soothe you she's probably not gonna be a great bet

IT ISNT THAT SHE DOESN'T CARE, SHE JUST,, STRUGGLES WITH COMFORTING PPL

you WILL be getting taken care of in her own way tho <333

!!! she will bully you into taking medicine!! You don't get a choice in the matter.

dw she makes sure it doesn't taste like ratshit <3 Andre makes it for her when she gets a cold. It's very sour and she WILL tease you if you grimace smndsmd

she INSISTS that she's gonna sleep on the couch bc,, she doesn't wanna get herself sick....

HOWEVER <333 don't think this woman isn't gonna pull out a bunch of bullshit excuses to sit in bed w/ you as long as possible <333

What? Of course she isn't making excuses - you look pale, she doesn't want you cracking your head open! etc, etc, <333 eventually she passes out, half-sat up beside you. <33333333333

BRETT

QUITE LITERALLY THE POLAR OPPOSITE MSDNSMD

oh BABEY OH BABEY <33333

HES VERY DOTING, PERHAPS OVERWHELMINGLY SO. Lots of,, tutting and humming!! he doesn't even realize he's doing it lmao smdnsd its just instinct <3

okay maybe <333 maybe some of him checking your temperature w/ his hand is just an excuse to squish your face. You can't prove it <33333

HE DOESNT CARE IF HE GETS SICK LMAO <3333 he'd much rather be all cuddly in bed with you than having to sleep on the couch!!! Besides, what if you need something during the night? He can't have you getting all cold at 2 am getting some water!! :(((((

ok yeah he might baby him a little bit but who DOESN'T want to be taken care of when they're sick??? Besides he rarely gets to indulge in his 'caretaker' instincts lmao sdmsndms

HE TRULY IS IN HIS ELEMENT. Since he basically had to raise himself he knows,, so many tricks to make you feel better when you're sick <333

OH <333 he makes this lovely,, cider-ish drink??? It's orange juice n some cinnamon n some other stuff that he leaves to boil for a few hrs,,,, and it taste SO fucking good. Since having candy isn't a good idea when you're sick, he makes you that instead!!! The house smells like citrus for a week, it's fantastic <333

EEE yknow those Icky Uncomfortable Shakes you get when you're sick, where you feel kinda numb?? <3333 he'lll straight up lay on you if you want. Just <333 compress all those shakes outta you until you can fall asleep <33333

SNIFFLES LOUDLY <333333 GHUUGUGHHUGHGOOHOHGHGGHOH <333 this was so cute, tysm!!

#OH GOODNESS IT FEELS LIKE IVE BARELY BEEN ON HERE!!!!!#reagan ridley #reagan ridley x reader #sfw #brett hand #brett hand x reader #now that i have a sideblog to scream about ab expect *gasp* some VARIETY ON THIS BLOG??? sdmsndsmdnsmd #THIS WAS SUPER CUTE <333 LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MIND #my anemic ass just wants brett hand to COMPRESS ME. GET THE DIZZY OUTTA MY BONES >:(#SMNDMSDNSMD #reagan trying to be stubborn like 'no im gonna sleep on the couch' but <333 she doesn't want to leave and she ends up falling asleep??#GHOHOGKUK <3333 #i write so rarely for her smdnsmd i gotta work on that-#inside job

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misstressshelby · 3 years

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Lost Boy

Summary: You try your best to take care of the youngest Shelby and put him on the right track

Warnings: Language ( I really like the work fuck lol)

Word Count:1.358

Paring: Tommy/Reader (Reader is GN)

(A/N This is completely self-indulgent but while rewatching S2 I just got the urge to take care of Finn. He's just a baby and he deserved way better...also I have no idea how to UK school system works)

You hadn’t been married to Thomas Shelby for long, going on six months next week. You two had only known each other a year before he proposed and you had excitedly said yes. The wedding was simple with both families squished into the church. The reception was a different story. Cousins of cousins filled the Garrison and the streets outside. The party had gone well into the next morning. Long after you and Tommy had left, lost in yourselves and the thought of consummating the marriage.

You had taken up helping in the betting shop alongside Esme after your wedding. Slowly you were welcomed into the family meetings and dinners. Now you were ushered into the nook at the pub with open arms and jokes shared between the brothers. While you were getting closer to the Shelbys you still weren’t blood. You and Esme sat in on the meeting but never said a word. Occasionally you’d both share knowing looks or whisper about ongoings in private.

You had noticed during this time how the youngest Shelby was left unsupervised. Often forgotten in the chaos of Peaky business.

“Does Finn not go to school?” you asked your husband one night as you laid in bed.

“What good would it do? The boy can’t even read?” he chuckled before getting up to light another cigarette.

“We could get him a tutor, Tommy. We can afford it now.” You got up with him preparing for a fight.

“Where does he even stay most days Tommy? I always see him running around the street following Isaiah or in the pub. He should be in school getting an education.” You were starting to work yourself up now. Tommy just sat on the edge of your bed rubbing his hands down his face before tugging on his hair.

“I’ll deal with it.” He grunted and left for his office.

For the next couple of weeks, you saw Finn around the house more, usually in search of food. You had started sitting with him and eating the dinner Tommy would let get cold. You couldn’t help but grow fond of the freckled face smiling up at you. He would always wind up sweet-talking you into giving him desert. After these dinners, you had started sitting with Finn. Both of you would open a book and let him slowly sound out words for himself. You had set up a bedroom for him in one of the spare rooms. You slept better knowing he was safe at night. But it didn’t last.

It was payday so you and the other workers were at the Garrison drinking the money away. The other girls and you had downed a bottle of gin within an hour. You were tasked with getting another in the back of the pub. There you saw the lanky redhead bent over a table cutting Tokyo with an older peaky boy.

“OI, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?’ You screamed seeing red.

The other boy ran off leaving Finn alone looking as if he’d seen a ghost.

“I-I was just having some fun. Me and boys-’ he stuttered out.

“Fun?! You’re not old enough to have fucking fun. Do you know what that shit does to your head eh? ”You marched over to him and grabbed the blue bottle out of his hands.

“The boys do it when we’re blue sometimes is all.” He winced when you grabbed him by the ear. Dragging him out of the busy pub ignoring the looks from the others you started towards the shop. The door bounced off the wall, shaking the pictures that hung there.

“Sit!” You pointed at the couch in the middle of the living room.

You found Tommy where you’d left him leaned over his desk with a cigarette in his hand. He looked up with his eyebrows pulled together as you barged in.

“Do you know where I found this eh?” You threw the small bottle at him, “ You fucking brother yeah was cutting it up. Fourteen-fucking-years old and doing snow Tommy?! You said you’d handle it.”

“I did-” He started with a drag off his smoke.

“Does it look handled to you, Tommy? Now I’ve tried not to say anything cus I know I’m not blood” Tommy scoffed at that. “But that boy needs some guidance before he ends up on the fucking streets.” You continued pointing towards the door.

“Yeah? Do you think I don't have enough going on?! I can’t run the bloody business, deal with London, Campbell, and chase after Finn all fucking day can I?!” Thomas got out of his chair.

“No you can’t Tom but we can’t just let him run wild either.” You lowered your voice a bit. Yelling at each other would get you nowhere but the silent treatment.

“Then what do you want me to fucking do?” Tommy lowered his voice too but the harshness remained.

“I want him to move in with us. I’m going tomorrow and signing him up for school. We’ll find him a tutor. He’ll have some catching up to do but that's fine.” You crossed your arms across your chest and continued. “He is a smart, sweet boy and it'll be over my dead body that he doesn't do something with ‘is life. He will graduate from school. If he wants to go to uni afterward then he’ll do that too.”

You closed the space between you and your husband grabbing his jaw before kissing him. You felt him relax a bit under you.

“Isn’t that the point of all this? So they can have a better life than us? Finn can have the things we only dreamed of.” Looking into his blue eyes you pleaded with yours.

“ He’ll move in tomorrow and you sign him up for Saint Andrews yeah.” He kissed your temple before leaving out the door to Finn.

It wasn’t easy taking in a teenage boy much less making him go to school. There were many nights spent screaming about homework or crying over mathematics.

But it was worth it because you loved your little family. After you moved out of Birmingham and into Arrow House things got a little better. You got Finn away from the older boys he worshiped. Tommy found him a tutor who came three days a week.

He wouldn’t admit it but he liked having Finn around the house too. The three of you had dinner as a family every night at your repeated request. Tommy and Finn would often ride horses together on the weekends.

You sat reading in the library when you heard Finn running through the halls.

“OI, where do you think you’re going?” You asked as you rounded the corner into the living room.

“A level marks were posted today, yeah? Let me see?” You held out your hand out expectantly. The young boy, well a man now, rocked back on his feet and avoided your gaze.

“It’s okay if you didn’t pass Finn, lots of people have to retake the exams.” You softly smiled.

Finn Arthur Shelby

Writing-B

Reading-A

Arithmetic-C

Nature Study-B

WoodWork-A

“You passed Finn!” You squealed while jumping up and down shaking the paper in the air. You hugged the boy that now towered over you and shook him too. Tommy ran into the room with Mary right behind.

“What? What’s happened?” Your husband asked with wide eyes.

Turning to him with a smile still on your face you started jumping again, “He passed! He passed!”

Tommy looked at Finn who was now grinning too, a blush on his face from the attention. Tom just put a hand on his shoulder and gave a slight nod of his head. That was the equivalent of the show you were putting on for Tommy.

“Finn we are so proud of you! You’ve worked so hard. I’ll have the cook make the custard you like for dessert to celebrate.” You kissed the redhead on the cheek. As you left to tell the cook of your plans you looked back at your two boys sharing a rare embrace. You couldn’t help but feel pride in the man you saw before you.

#tommy shelby writing rec #tommy shelby reader #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #my wrting #this is probably shit but thats ok

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eggluttony · 2 years

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Okay but can we seriously talk about the future Eggman design from the crush 30 video it seems like it was tailor-made for you

IT DOES FJSBFJSNFMSKHK I can't believe it appeals to my exact tastes so specifically in so many ways! Getting to talk about it on this blog too means I can be as horny about it as I really am after having to play it safe on my main, thank god because I can't stop thinking about this sexy fatty jfsnvksbfmdmh He's the PERFECT and definitive future Eggman design, he's so fucking hot 🥴😍

Just look at his doubled chin and how chubby his cheeks are, his face is sooo soft and I wanna stroke, squish, and kiss it!!

He's really let himself go even more, just like my favorite hc for future Eggman. To see someone else envision it is a dream! I imagine this is what happens when he ditches his exercise routine as he can't be bothered to keep it up. He stops having as small and strict of a limit, he leaves it far behind as he gets comfortable, surpasses 300 lbs, and keeps going. He freely indulges more often, a lot of times mindlessly with lots of snacks and big meals and that with less exercise to burn the calories really helps him get bigger. He certainly looks like he's been eating well and taking it easy without looking back, as he should as an older and still just as handsome man heheh

It's so hot to imagine that everyday he squeezes into his too small and tight clothes. Maybe he still makes a couple of pathetic attempts to pull his jacket and undershirt down and get it to stay but the shirt keeps riding up his fat round belly and it's impossible to pull his jacket down over it, so he has to leave it unbuttoned. And the sides of his jacket aren't going to meet in a million years, so he just keeps it open. Maybe the zipper is busted from the very last time it could. eyes He gives up on having clothes tailored and going up a size when they're too small because it kept happening too often, so he leaves them as they are and keeps wearing them for as long as he can.

While letting it all ride up to show a peek at his fat tummy at all times is an embarrassing emphasis on how he's gotten very fat, it's not like he can hide it now anyway. It doesn't matter what he wears, everyone can tell he's much bigger and heavier than he used to be and he has to learn to expect people to stare and make a lot more comments on his weight, whether he's showing that bit of belly and bursting out of his clothes or not. And they know it's not just a style and comfort choice he's making, they can tell that he really can't pull the sides of his jacket together to zip it up, it's impossible because he's so big and wide that it's much too small and tight now.

Him getting so big that he gets stuck in doors is so sexy, you know he's become a total fatass when he can struggle to enter a room. 😍 Poor boy, I bet he's been in various embarrassing situations of getting stuck as he underestimates his size, humiliating himself around others as they find it amusing and tease him, like that monitor did. And I bet he overestimates everything around him because it wasn't made with such a big fatty in mind! I wonder how many times he's gotten stuck to the point that others have had to push him, making him blush hard as he tries to squeeze through. 🥰💕💜💖

I love seeing him at casinos so much, I'd love it if main universe Eggman decided to focus on them more in the future like this. I've been imagining that Casino Egg lets him run some of his own in his dimension, so he could take inspiration from him when he realizes just how much he likes to focus on it more, and how successful and reliable it can be when he does. And that way he has even more money to afford even more food! And he's certainly sure to take great advantage of that heheh

I love how much his ass and belly spread when he sits on the little stool. Even better with the small peeks at his sides still there, thanks to the ridden up shirt and jacket. He's so wide and all his fat spilling out from the front, sides, and back is so fucking hot, like he's just a big blob of soft squishy fat. He has such a sexy plump ass, those thick round cheeks must be amazing to squeeze and I wanna eat that cake and fuck it so hard. And the way he manages to make the stool sink so low under his weight that the metal pole bends and scrunches up is driving me crazy, he's so fat and heavy! 🥵💜💕

I love this handsome fatass so much and seeing this design makes me think about how I desperately wish they could make this man even more immensely obese in official media because getting fatter only makes him even sexier. 🤤 These are the exact enhancements to his already gorgeous design that I'd adore!

#asks #crushing thirties #modern

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buckstaposition · 3 years

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La Bañadera

inspired by this brilliant idea by the brilliant and wonderful @opheliaelysia so Jess, this is for you 🥰

Javier Peña x reader oneshot

summary: Javi comes home from work stressed and exhausted, so you run him a bath to help him relax

tags/warnings: intimacy, softness, non-sexual nudity, a wee bit of suggestive flirting/banter because it’s Javi, kisses

words: 1473

La Bañadera

You attribute it to the fact that you’ve gotten to know each other better than either of you intended. Because whatever this thing between the two of you is, it means you can hear from the sound of his voice how beat he is. And it means he knew you’d be at his place, thanks to the spare key he’d slipped into your hand a while back ‘just in case’. And it means he’d thought to call, to warn you that he’d be late tonight – ‘half an hour tops’ – really not so long as to be cause for concern in his job, but he’s been brought up right and he’s thoughtful when it counts.

‘Don’t worry about it’ you’d said into the pause of his earnest contrition, a plan already forming in your mind.

The sun is bathing the horizon in deep pinks and purples when the door clicks open. You shut off the tap and rise, peeking your head out of the bathroom with a soft smile. Javi looks even worse than he sounded, shoulders tense and still walking with the slightest limp after the foot chase after Franklin Jurado. ‘I think I might bet getting too old for this’ he’d said after he’d come back from that, trying to conceal the pain as always. You’d spotted it though. You feel like something has aligned your perception and narrowed it to all things concerning Javier Peña.

“Hey.” His voice is just a tired rasp at this point. He sways, but his lips still search for yours when you step close to push the suit jacket from his sloping shoulders. “Sorry about dinner.”

You shush him with a quick peck, wave away those petty concerns as you undo the tie that he hates having to wear. The first button of his shirt is already undone; it always is. He toes off his shoes at the same time you pull the tie out from his shirt collar and sags against you, just the slightest bit. Cups your cheek, the tips of his long fingers curling almost around the back of your neck. Smiling still, you turn your head to kiss his palm, his fluttering pulse thrumming under his wrist.

“Come,” you say simply and lead him back to the bathroom. It’s not especially nice or spacious, but there is a tub and you’ve tried to set the mood with some candles and soft music. The tub sits there, steaming and expectant under its blanket of bubbles.

He huffs out a small burst of a laugh, raising his brows at you. “I didn’t forget something, did I? Anniversary or birthday or-“

“You’d forget your own birthday, you big oaf.” You scold him gently as you push him to sit on the closed toilet lid. He’s swaying so much with exhaustion he probably doesn’t even notice it anymore. You start with the buttons on his shirt sleeves, small and fiddly. “It’s nothing special but you need a break. To relax a bit, even just for a night, okay?��

He hums. Lets himself be handled like a ragdoll as you undress him. His eyes fall closed – another testament to his exhaustion.

“Smells nice.” His voice is so quiet now you barely catch it over the rustling of clothes and the soft crooning of the stereo. “Lavender?”

“It’s the bubble bath you gave me for my birthday.” You explain softly. Yes, he’d forget his own birthday, but not yours. And it’s not like you two have anything like an anniversary. For that to be the case you’d have to admit that there was something between you, would have to put a name on this fragile, intangible thing you have.

“Get in, I’ll be right back.” He pouts a bit but obliges you. Gathers his long limbs and climbs into the tub with minimal sloshing. When you come back, stool in hand, he’s sitting in the water, his back a tense sloping curve. It’s then that you abandon your original plan and take off your sleep shorts. Contemplate for a moment before the tank top joins them. Javi cracks open one eye, never too tired to appreciate the sight of you in nothing but your underwear.

“Oh, you joining me?” He winks, tongue swiping over his bottom lip absent-mindedly. Any other time you’d be more than happy to indulge, but tonight is about him alone. You roll your eyes playfully.

“Scoot.” You order, swinging one leg over the edge of the tub. He obliges you, always obliges you. You climb onto the ledge at the head end of the tub that’s only just wide enough for you to sit, squished to the wall and keeping your legs wide enough that he can comfortably fit his broad shoulders between them. He catches your hand, kisses the knuckles as he leans back, letting his head pillow on your thigh. The tub is too small and his knees poke out, or his feet, but you make do. The water is hot and already you can feel him melt into it, muscles loosening up. You help the process along by digging your thumbs into the rigid muscle at the base of his neck, making you both groan from how hard you have to press to have any effect.

“Fucking hell Javi, when did you last relax?” You’re starting to feel it in your arms now, how you have to work at kneading away his tensions and stresses. Still, you do it gladly knowing you’re doing something good for him. Your hands fan out the whole width of his coiled shoulders that bear so much.

“Uuh… 1986 I think.” He mumbles, eyes closed and one large hand wrapped around your ankle under the water, rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

You sigh. His self-deprecation is a topic for another day, and it punches you out of left field suddenly, just how much you care about him. His well-being. His happiness. It punches the air right out of you with its sudden clarity. Unaware, he tilts his head to press a lazy kiss to your knee, and all you can do is focus on the way the water droplets pearl across his collar bones, collect in the hollow of his throat.

“You’re thinking very loudly.”

“And you’re not supposed to be thinking at all.” You chide him gently. “Could you hand me those?” You gesture at the pitcher and shampoo bottle you’d prepared beforehand and placed for when you’d planned to sit on the stool beside the tub. From your current position you can’t reach them without some wild contortions, but Javi swipes them up easily, handing the items to you.

You cup the back of his neck, encouraging him to lean back, then dip the plastic pitcher in the warm water. He sighs when you let it run over his hair, body sagging just that final bit further into the bath. You take your time thoroughly wetting his dark curls, then lathering the shampoo through them. Let your nails scratch lightly, especially at that spot right behind his ear that makes him purr like some big tomcat in the perfect spot of afternoon sunlight. He’s gone almost completely boneless now, just floating in the slowly cooling water. Even the slow caress of your ankle has ceased, though he still holds it ever so lightly. He’s so handsome, his striking profile in the golden glow of the candles, that permanent pinch between his brows finally dissipated. If not for the way his mouth curves up in the tiniest of content smiles you’d think he had fallen asleep. You think it might be close to that. You lean down, press a kiss to his brow, to his cheek, then the other, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips, not caring that shampoo gets on your chest. That’s why you’d taken your top off, after all.

“Almost done.” You murmur, and Javi gives only the softest hum in acknowledgement. Gently, you rinse the shampoo from his hair, taking care to massage through the strands until it’s all out. He’s completely pliant in your hands, trusting to a fault, but you’d never betray that. It’s hard earned and you only want good things for him.

“Come on now.” You reach for the fluffy towels you’d set aside earlier, only half-unintentionally tickling his side with your toes as you do. He jumps a bit, pinning your leg to his side with one long arm on instinct.

“Oh, you’re trouble.” Now he’s got both your legs in his grip and a dangerous glint in his half-lidded eyes. Just one tug and you’d be down in the water yourself.

“Don’t you dare.” You dangle the smaller of the towels in front of him. “Why don’t you dry off and I’ll show you just how much trouble I can be.”

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mgg-theprettiestboy · 3 years

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cross my heart (pt. 2)

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It was a week later that Spencer bumped into her again.

He had just gotten back from a four day case in New Mexico, and had hardly slept during the case, so he slept on the flight home. And when they landed at night, he was fully awake, despite it being 10pm. So, after hours of restlessness, he decided to go to his favourite little corner of the world.

This time, there was no chaos. There was no yelling, or cursing, or collapsing of books. There was the faint sound of music, and an overwhelming smell of coffee, and that ‘new book smell’, despite the fact that most of the books were in fact, rather old.

And the sight of Raye sitting cross legged on one of the sofas, reading. It wasn’t a Narnia book this time, but she looked just as invested in it.

“Reid, hey,” Tamara said, her voice strained. He dragged his eyes over to her, moving closer to the counter. It was only then that he saw her eyes were red and puffy, and she wasn’t making direct contact. He didn’t want to pry or overstep, but he was tired and he usually didn’t have a filter anyways, and concern drove his actions, “hey, are you okay?”

Tamara huffed a laugh, her eyes darting to Raye, before back to the doctor, “had a fight with my girlfriend. It happens, don’t worry. What can I get for you?”

It didn’t take a profiler to tell that she didn’t want to talk about it, so Spencer just ordered a coffee. Whilst she made it, he wandered over to the bookshelf to pick out a book. He had read them all already, but would happily reread them again. Tamara kept the book collection flawless, it was mostly classic literature, and older books, all of which Spencer would read. He didn’t think he would like there it as much, if it was all bad sci-fi and cheesy romances.

He glanced back to Raye, trying to sneak a peak at the title of her book. He was surprised to see her looking at him. They both looked away bashfully, Spencer trying to fumble with a book to make himself look busy, as Raye buried her face in her book, literally this time.

She thought he was kinda cute, obviously. Who didn’t? He had the kind of hair she wanted to rake her hands through, and these puppy dog eyes. Not to mention the fact that he was heads taller than her. He was wearing a purple dress shirt and tie, but last time she saw him, he had a cardigan on. And she couldn't help but notice the converse on his feet. That made her smile.

Plus, he had this wholesome vibe. He was always nothing but polite, and had such a kind face. Raye could bet he was a momma’s boy.

“Do you have any recommendations?” His voice broke her out of her trance, her eyes meeting his, “huh?”

“I trust your taste. Is that Austen?” Spencer said, tipping his head at the book she held, “between C. S. Lewis and Jane Austen, I think your opinions on books are solid, from my observations so far. So, do you have any recommendations?” As previous mentioned, Spencer had read all the books before. He didn't know why he was asking her. Actually, yes he did, he was just to embarrassed to admit it to himself.

“Have you ever read any Arthur Conan Doyle? Sherlock is one of my favourite characters to exist, like, ever. Movies and shows don't do him justice,” Raye said with a soft smile, her hand trailing up and down the spine go her book, as if it were a cat or something else comforting, “I think there’s a copy of The Hounds Of Baskerville on the shelf.”

Spencer didn’t even know he was smiling, until he realised it was border-lining a grin. He turned back to the shelf, scouring over the titles to find the one he suggested. All the while, Raye was trying to stomp at the butterflies in her stomach. She would squish them with her bare hands if she had to.

“Thanks for the recommendation,” he said once he found the book, turning to her, “I’ll be sure to give you my thoughts once I’m done.”

“Please, do. But if they're anything but positive, then I don't think we’ll be good friends,” she said with a smile. Spencer returned it, nodding at her before going to read a book that he had read 65 times already. But who was counting?

They continued doing this for weeks to come. If Spencer came back to the cafe at a ridiculous hour, she would be there. 96.4% of visits resulted in him seeing her. And he would give his thoughts on a book she had recommended, or vice versa, as he would begin to recommend books to her as well.

They would never share a table, though. Never have a full, proper conversation. Spencer couldn’t figure out if he was being a chicken, or if he was picking up the right signals; that Raye didn't want to talk to him. She would always indulge his thoughts on literature, but as soon as the conversation would steer elsewhere, she would shy away. She wouldn't even look at him. Maybe she was shy? Nervous? Spencer understood that more than anyone. Still, he was nothing if not a gentleman, and never pushed any further.

But he figured that if he didn't push, he would never get anywhere with her. And did he want to get somewhere? He didn't know. But part of him was curious, part of him wanted to know more about her, more than just what she thought about writings. Was that odd? The last time he felt like this was with... was with Maeve. But this felt different.

And he wanted to know more about her.

It had been three days since he saw her, and he was already getting antsy. It was a paperwork day for him, so he had no excuse to be awake, other than he was restless at the thought of her, alone, sitting in the cafe, completely absorbed in a good book, and content with a hot chocolate.

And his imagination was nothing if not accurate. She was reading Bronte this time, and an empty hot chocolate sat on the table beside her. She didn't seem as stressed, like she was last week, when reading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. She seemed relaxed, and completely and utterly satisfied. A good book can work wonders, Spencer thought.

Tamara wasn't working, which made this a little easier for him. One less set of watching eyes. Spencer ordered a cappuccino and hot chocolate, trying to steady his shaky hands as he brought the cups to her table. He couldn't even think of what to say, so he just simply sat the hot chocolate on her table.

“I didn't order-? Oh, Spencer, hello,” Raye relaxed at seeing him, before her brows furrowed in confusion, “what's this?”

“An apology hot chocolate, for my most recent recommendation. I know you didn't enjoy Frankenstein that much, I watched you as you read it,” he said, and she sighed, “was it that obvious?” “It was, yeah. Not a fan of the genre, I get it,” he said with a laugh, making her smile, “well, thank you. I owe you a coffee then.”

“No, don't be ridiculous, you don’t owe me anything. Except maybe another recommendation,” he said, a hint of teasing in his voice making her smile, “uh. okay. I think I can do that. The Da Vinci Code.”

He gave her a deadpanned look, making her throw her head back and laugh, “c’mon, we agreed to read whatever the other one suggested, regardless.”

“I saw the movie. Seriously?” He grimaced, and she giggled. He was quick to stop grimacing.

“I think you’ll enjoy it, really. Besides, the only make a movie if the book is popular. And books are popular, ‘cause they’re good,” she retorted. He nodded slowly in thought, “you pose a good point... fine. I’ll read it.”

Raye grinned in victory, before sitting up to rummage through her bag, “believe it or not, Tam doesn't actually have a copy of it in the shop, so I brought my copy from home. And whenever you're finished with it, just throw it on a shelf in here. Someone else can enjoy it, or I’ll find it again.”

Spencer took the book she handed him, smiling softly at seeing the worn edges and turned corners, “I’ll make sure to get it home safely, don't worry.”

There was a beat of silence, and before she could say anything, he spoke, “is it okay if I sit here?” “With me?” She asked, as if she was unsure of what he was asking. He replied, “with you.”

She nibbled at her bottom lip, but was quick to nod. Baby steps, Spencer thought. He sat down, sitting his cappuccino and newest read on the table, before smiling at seeing the book she held, “Vilette, huh?”

She smiled, holding the book close to her chest, “I’m a sucker for a good romance novel. Have you read it?”

“Years ago. I’ve already expressed my distaste for the romantics, but that is a classic,” he said, lifting his coffee to take a drink, “did you know that Charlotte Bronte’s first book was rejected by every publisher in England? They didn't approve of women authors. when she wrote to the poet Robert Southey, he replied saying that ‘literature cannot be the business of a woman’s life, and it ought not to be’.”

“Sexism’s a bitch,” Raye said with a sigh, resting her head in her hand as she looked Spencer over once, “how do you know so much? Every time you talk, its like you’ve memorised a million facts to support your own argument.”

He squirmed slightly in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck, “I, uh, I have an eidetic memory.”

“Whats that?” Raye asked. And for once, Spencer didn't hear any sort of confusion or disinterest in the question. She was curious.

Spencer stuttered, before he began to explain, “eidetic memory is a memory that retains everything you read. So everything I read, I remember. And I read a lot.”

“I watched you read one day, and I couldn't believe it. You finished a novel in like four minutes. That’s insane,” she said, and he blushed slightly, “I can read just over 20,000 words a minute.”

“Holy shit. That’s everything I’ve ever wanted! You–you can just binge read books in seconds, and then never forget them! You can memorise every amazing detail,” she exclaimed excitedly, before slumping back in her seat, “man, I’m jealous of you.”

He chuckled, “it does have its advantages, I’ll admit.”

She tilted her head, and Reid couldn’t help but compare her to a confused puppy in that moment, “are there disadvantages?”

He shrugged slightly, breaking eye contact to look at his hands, “sometimes I begin to ramble, because I just... I know a lot about something, and then I get excited because I think that people are like me, that they want to learn more about the world. They usually don’t. And then I feel so–“

“Then they’re assholes,” Raye interupted, and Spencer looked back to her. There was a slight redness to her cheeks now, “if someone shoots you down while you’re talking about something you’re passionate about, then they’re an asshole.”

He smiled softly, glancing down to his book bashfully, “thats nice of you to say.”

“Well, it’s the truth. I don't like bullies,” she said firmly, “and I think you're cool. And I think the things you know are cool too.”

He laughed softly, smiling down at his book. He felt all warm at her words, but was still to embarrassed to look back up at him.

“I like peonies,” Raye said randomly, before shaking her head as she realised how strange that sounded, “do you know any facts about peonies?”

Spencer looked up to her, before nodding slowly, “peonies represent wealth and honour. They’re the flower you traditionally receive on your twelfth wedding anniversary, did you know they’re native to...”

Spencer rambled on about peonies for another ten minutes, and talked about more and more flowers for the rest of the night. Raye clung onto his every word, smiling and nodding enthusiastically, responding when she could. And it was genuine. Spencer knew when someone was feigning interest, but not her. And for a brief moment, he let himself hope, that maybe, just maybe, she might want to know more about him too.

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halothenthehorns · 3 years

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ABOARD THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

Before she got started, Lily first turned to Remus and said, "I am sorry for making you uncomfortable dear, I thought you'd be an easy way to get through to Sirius."

"He just gets sensitive," Remus smirked, watching Sirius narrow his eyes at the pair of them, and ignoring the fact that he didn't act much better. "I wasn't offended, I knew you didn't mean anything by it."

Lily smiled warmly at him before turning to her chapter.

The morning they were returned to school did not start off with a good omen, it was raining. They all tromped down the stairs, but were beaten to the bottom by Arthur who was being shouted at by his wife he had a message. Harry entered the kitchen last and found Mr. Weasley kneeling in front of the fireplace speaking to...he closed his eyes hard then opened them again to make sure he was seeing things properly.

"Why?" Sirius asked at once, a happy smirk in place as he always enjoyed watching common things amaze Harry.

Amos Diggory's head was sitting amongst the flames, talking to Arthur.

"Ah," James joined Sirius in smirking now. As common as Floo travel was to Harry now, he guessed it hadn't occurred to him you didn't always have to go all the way.

He was saying how someone had caused a real mess with the Muggle policemen, and they needed Arthur's help to handle this. Saying they didn't need Rita Skeeter getting a hold of anything else. Arthur asked what was Mad-Eye's side of the story?

Remus let out a surprised snort of laughter as he realized Lily, and by extension Arthur, meant that as a name.

"Who on earth goes by the name of Mad-Eye?" Sirius demanded with a wicked grin, clearly indicating he'd like to meet him, and at once silencing Harry who had hopefully been about to ask if they knew that name, as he was sure he did.

"I've no idea," Lily had a faint smile of her own, "but judging by the way Harry's hearing about him, I'm going to take a wild guess he's an interesting one."

Mr. Diggory rolled his eyes as he explained Mad-Eye had said he'd heard intruders, and tried to set dustbins on them. Arthur asked what the dustbins had done, and Diggory replied they'd made a racket and mostly disturbed some neighbors, they were still moving around when the police showed up.

Causing all five of them to keep snickering at this scene that was caused. They felt bad for this Mad-Eye who had been attacked, but the idea of dustbins attacking anyone was hilarious.

Mr. Weasley groaned as he asked about the intruder, and Diggory snorted in disbelief, reminding Arthur that Mad-Eye was known to go off at stray cats wandering around.

Causing at least the other four to burst into full on laughter, but Harry was starting to get a slight frown. He definitely knew this name now, something about a paranoid old man, being attacked?

Then he added on that the Improper Use of Magic had their hands full with him, and with his record, well Diggory was hoping that Arthur could possibly get him off on a minor charge, asking what dustbins were worth?

"Arthur's job just gets more interesting the more I hear about it," Sirius smirked, not at all joking though. He really did find this plenty interesting to hear about, more than he would have expected considering his usual bore on the topic of any Ministry job. Might be worth it to look into at least, he may as well do something with that O he got in his Muggle Studies class.

Mr. Weasley said hopefully he could get away with a caution, asking if Mad-Eye had used his wand? Diggory said most likely Mad-Eye had leapt out of bed and blasted anything outside his window, but since there were no casualties that couldn't really be proven. Arthur agreed he was on his way now and sprinted back up the stairs. Diggory turned his attention to Molly then, apologizing for this, but saying that Arthur was the only one who could do this. Mad-Eye had picked some bad timing, since he was due to start a new job today.

A buzzing went off in the back of Harry's skull at that, there was that connection he was so sure he'd felt. Why would he know anything about this though? He was about to go off to Hogwarts, what could he care about some random strangers new job?

Molly shrugged if off and offered the head if he'd like some toast, which he agreed to. Mrs. Weasley grabbed a buttered one from the stack, grasped it in a pair of tongs, and helpfully put it into Mr. Diggory's mouth.

Which instantly distracted Harry from his pondering and led him to chuckle, asking, "so how does that work?"

"It's pretty simple," Lily shrugged, "you just put your head in instead of your whole body to transport yourself, most useful when you don't want to drop in unannounced."

"It's not too comfortable," James shrugged, "but it's quicker than sending an owl if you just have something to say and be gone."

He gave a last thanks before he vanished, just as the last three Weasley's arrived along with Mr. Weasley who was dressed and ready to go. He apologized he couldn't take the kids to King's Cross with her, and she waved him off saying to take care of Mad-Eye. Arthur left then, and Bill asked what Mad-Eye had been up to? Mrs. Weasley explained the situation, and George gave a smile as he declared Mad-Eye Moody

"Moody?" The four from this time repeated in shock.

"Err, yeah, that's what he said," Harry nodded, eagerness growing when he realized this meant something to them. "Why, you know him?"

"Alastor Moody is head of the Auror department," James explained with a ruffled brow. "It may not be the same man though, as I've no idea why he'd go by the name of Mad-Eye."

"Plus, new job," Lily recalled. "I can't imagine what that would relate to him for, either he's still on the job or retired, but I can't imagine him doing anything but hauling in Death Eaters."

Harry sagged in disappointment as he nodded his understanding. He had a good feeling everything they'd just told him shouldn't come as a surprise, that they may even be wrong and they were thinking of the same person, but then what on earth was going on?

was that nutter- but Mrs. Weasley cut him off reprovingly, saying he was a good friend of their fathers. Fred said under his breath 'birds of a feather.'

Giving Sirius the chance to give another snort of laughter. He liked Arthur plenty, and didn't find his collection the least bit odd.

Bill agreed Moody was a great wizard, and Charlie agreed he was an old friend of Dumbledore's.

"This is getting harder and harder to shake though," Remus' frown deepened. "How many friends of Dumbledore can be named Moody?"

"I guess something really big must happen to him then," James' huffed, casting his mind around in confusion for what the odd nickname could refer to. Hopefully he hadn't gone blind or something, he respected the man to much to want to feel sorrow if he'd gone out like that.

Fred agreed, but reminded Dumbledore wasn't known for being all there either. A genius sure, but-

"Well Fred's got a point there," Sirius nodded in agreement.

Harry interrupted to ask who Mad-Eye is, and Charlie told that he used to work at the Ministry as an Auror

"Well there you go, can't be anyone else," Lily sighed.

"Hope they tell you what happened to him," James said with deep interest. He was hoping to join the Auror's himself, and he liked to think if he could warn his, hopefully soon, boss of some impending danger it would help his credibility he was serious about joining.

and had been the best Dark Wizard catcher of his time. Half the cells in Azkaban were filled because of him.

Sirius couldn't help a deep shudder, never having wanted to think which Auror would have hauled him in off the streets, wondering for the first time if it was even someone he knew now.

Then he continued that he was on in years now, and seemed to be getting more paranoid with age, thinking all those Dark Wizards were coming back to get him.

Conversation changed then as Bill and Charlie decided they wanted to come to King's Cross to see them off, but Percy said he was too busy to come.

"Good riddance," Sirius scoffed, knowing the others had noticed, and quickly looking for something else. He quickly latched onto the fact that, "I'll probably enjoy this year a lot more just for the fact I won't have to hear mention of Percy nearly as often."

Lily sighed but no one was going to argue the point with him.

Explaining that he couldn't be taking time off now, Mr. Crouch was really starting to rely on him. George agreed with a serious nod

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did nod just like me," Sirius nodded solemnly, ignoring the groan of protest from everyone but Harry.

that Crouch may even know Percy's name soon.

None of them bothered to smother their laughter at Percy's expense, he deserved that one.

Mrs. Weasley had braved the telephone in the village post office

"A fearful task, I can believe that," James nodded, having once studied one of those telephones, and all of those buttons gave his head a spin.

and ordered them Muggle taxis. She apologized to her kids that Arthur couldn't get the Ministry to spare them cars again. The Muggles didn't seem particularly pleased with their passengers, as they weren't used to carrying around two owls and a cat, and it didn't help that one of Fred's Filibuster's Fabulous No-Heat, Wet-Start Fireworks went off inside his trunk.

"Bet that was a hoot to explain," Sirius smirked.

Crookshanks had panicked at the noise and tried to scale one of the men's legs.

Lily was shaking her head sadly as she read that, unable to wipe the smile off her own face at this poor scene.

They were all squished into the backs, and Crookshanks refused to settle down for the whole of the journey, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione with plenty of scratch marks when they arrived.

Remus gave a soft laugh, thinking of a time where Sirius would have loved to make a crack about how they should get rid of Crookshanks for that, but after what he'd done last year Sirius actually had an indulgent smile on his face.

It was a relief to reach the train station, even while having to practically swim inside it was already raining so hard. They quickly found the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and Harry was used to getting into platform nine and three-quarters by now.

"Well two out of three isn't bad," James snorted, causing Lily to send him an irritated look, she'd rather forget that year if she could help it.

"Let's hope we can make it three out of four, or better, six out of seven," she muttered as she turned back to the book.

They simply walked in between the barriers and found themselves in front of the scarlet steam engine. They went to pack away their things and then come back outside for a last chat with Molly, Bill, and Charlie. Charlie was giving Ginny a hug good-bye as he told her that he may be seeing them sooner than they were expecting.

"Why's that?" Remus asked in surprise.

"Why am I getting the feeling I don't want to know," Sirius asked, spotting the look on Harry's face meaning that he believed Charlie was right. Sirius' mind flickered at once to the fact that Charlie was a dragon keeper, and how he'd like to keep his pup a continent away from those beasts at all times. He was being stupid of course, they wouldn't bring dragons to Hogwarts.

"Oh stop it," Lily chided, trying her hardest to bury her own paranoid fear at this innocent little sentence. "He may be coming up to school for one reason or another, maybe to give a presentation to the seventh year Care of Magical Creatures class."

When Fred asked why, Charlie just waved it off, mockingly quoting Percy in saying it was classified.

"Oh bloody hell," James frowned, "does that sound like some innocent talk now?" He wished Charlie was just joking and trying to make it more than it was, but he wasn't sure of it either.

Lily sighed, eying the book like it was Norbert all over again. She liked Charlie enough she supposed, but she was getting a bad feeling about this supposed event that was coming up at Hogwarts.

Bill was looking almost wistfully at the train as he said he did wish he could go back to Hogwarts this year, but when George asked him why, he just said they were going to have an interesting year, adding on he'd probably come up to watch some of it.

"A bit of what," all four boys demanded just as Lily continued reading.

Ron asked a bit of what?

"This is just getting cruel," Sirius groused. "Why can't Harry just go back to school and nothing weird happen for one year? Just one!"

Harry was rubbing his temple in agitation and wasn't paying them any attention, his eyes cross as he tried to stave off whatever he needed to remember, so Lily sighed and regretfully turned back to the book.

Then the train whistle blew a warning, and they all had to board, with Mrs. Weasley calling to Harry and Hermione that she'd invite them over for Christmas, but she had a feeling they'd want to stay this year.

"This is cruel and unusual punishment," Remus agreed with Sirius, blowing a raspberry in the baby's face and at least making him feel a little better.

Ron demanded of his family what they knew, and Molly just said that they'd find out tonight, but she was personally grateful they'd changed the rules.

James threw his hands up in the air in agitation, saying, "alright, that's it. Give me the book Lily, I'm skipping ahead and checking."

"No you are not," she shot back at once, curling the book into her chest protectively. "I want to know just as bad as you lot, but we are not going to start skipping around."

"But Lily," Sirius whined, trying to make his eyes as wide as they could go. "I don't do secrets-"

"-Trust him on that-" Remus snorted.

"-And it's not fair that they're not sharing," he finished.

Lily just rolled her eyes at them but kept going loudly.

All four boys demanded to know what rules, but then the train was pulling away, and they were simply waving goodbye.

"That mother really knows how to keep her boys in suspense," Lily muttered under her breath, just as anxious as her boys to find out what was going on.

Harry and his two friends went back to their compartment, where Pigwidgeon was hooting louder than ever. Ron decided to put his new dress robes to use by throwing them over his owl's cage.

"Well that wasn't a bright idea," James grumbled, his sour mood at Harry, and by extension them, being kept in the dark like this making his tone a lot worse then was called for. "Anyone can pop their head in and see them now, and Ron's clearly too embarrassed by them to just laugh it off."

"Wonder if he'll get Hermione to try and transfigure them for him," Remus offered.*

"Hermione refused," Harry shrugged "said that Ron should be thankful for what his mum gave him and such. She had this weird smile on her face the whole time to, said any decent girl wouldn't care he was wearing that anyways."

Lily raised a very surprised brow at that, curiously wondering on Hermione's face and tone at the time, was that implying what she thought? Harry clearly didn't notice anything, as he was watching her expectantly so she decided to keep going for now.

Then Ron pointed out to Harry that Bagman had been wanting to tell them something about Hogwarts,

"That's right," Sirius snapped his fingers, "I'd almost forgotten about that! Cruel that some practical stranger wanted to tell what Ron's own mother wouldn't!"

"He would have to if Percy hadn't stepped in," James sighed with disappointment.

but Hermione cut them off by pointing at the door where a familiar voice was coming through where it had been left open.

"Familiar good or bad?" James sighed, thinking Hermione probably wouldn't shush them for the first.

"Malfoy," Harry grumbled, which was all the explanation they needed.

"Why is he sitting so close to you," Lily grumbled.

"I am positive he didn't do it on purpose," Remus sniffed.

A voice saying how his father had wanted to send him to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts this year,

"I bleeding wish," Sirius huffed.

that he and the headmaster were good friends, and he was much better than that mudblood lover Dumbledore.

Well that wasn't encouraging, seeing as any friends of Malfoy's, their first thought would be it was a Death Eater! Of course that was paranoia talking, Malfoy was friends with the Minister and they really liked to believe he wasn't one.

Durmstrang taught you the real importance of the Dark Art's, unlike the useless class they had here. His mother hadn't allowed it though, she hadn't wanted him so far away.

"Rats," James said out of pure habit, giving his fingers a snap, then wincing so hard he looked like he'd just dodged a deadly curse. He felt his stomach churning at once, with rage, disgust, or pain he wasn't sure. Lily gave him the deepest of frowns, sharing all of those feelings and more, but quickly pressed pass the moment.

Going on to say his father always talks about how Durmstrang was better at teaching the Dark Arts,

Harry cocked his head to the side, knowing he had some feelings about this, though they were oddly mixed. Like he both wanted to defend the students of the school weren't that bad, but couldn't deny this claim either. This was odd though, had he ever even met a Durmstrang student well enough to know any of this?

that they learned the material instead of the useless Defense they got. Hermione got up then, closing the door quietly but saying in a normal tone that she wished he had gone, at least then they wouldn't have to put up with him.

"Amen," Remus grumbled.

Harry confirmed that Durmstrang was another wizard school?

"One of the worst," Sirius scoffed at once.

"Sirius," Lily said at once with a sigh, trying to curb him before he could start on a stereotype.

"What, they are," Sirius defended his statement. "If my parents approve of it, it couldn't be a good place. They tried to send me there when they found out I hadn't wound up in Slytherin. My Mum sent me a Howler and everything. I sent her one back of course, telling her I'd make her life hell if she tried, and to leave me alone." He looked so proud of himself, James and Remus started laughing all over again, having been present when he'd sent said angry letter and he'd used much more colorful words then.

Lily just sighed, she wasn't going to argue the point with him.

Hermione agreed it was, and the reference books she'd found it in all said it was one of the darkest schools. Ron agreed he may have heard of it, asking what country it was in, and Hermine said that no one knew that. Harry asked why not, and Hermione said that it was tradition no magic school knew where the others were, so that they couldn't steal each other's secrets.

"All schools in every country do that, not just the ones in Europe," Remus shrugged.

Ron scoffed there was no way you could actually hide Durmstrang, it had to be as big as Hogwarts. Hermione looked surprised now as she pointed out that Hogwarts was hidden, everyone who read Hogwarts, A History knew that. Ron agreed it as just her then.

"About right," James snickered, watching Lily roll her eyes.

Hermione ignored the jab and explained that if anyone other than a member of Hogwarts looked at the school, they'd just see an abandoned building with a warning sign to keep out.

"With repelling charms, so no one's stupid enough to still try," Lily added on when she realized Hermione was done.

Durmstrang would be the same, it would also be Unplottable. Harry asked what that was, and Hermione explained it was to enchant a building so that it couldn't be mapped.

"When do you learn about making things unplottable?" Sirius asked, since he'd known that bit of information his whole life, he'd no idea when a teacher would have mentioned that.

"Not until sixth year, or later," Lily shrugged. "They don't teach you spells on how to hide yourself like that until a bit later."

Hermione did add on that she suspected Durmstrang was somewhere up north, as one book had a copy of some of their school supplies, and it involved thick furs. Ron got a dreamy look on his face as he imagined the possibility of pushing Malfoy off a glacier and everyone would just think it was an accident.

"The possibilities are endless," Remus agreed with a saint like nod of his head, which quickly morphed into a grin as Lily popped him upside the head for that one.

Adding on it was a shame his mother actually liked him.

"Well she's always had bad taste," Sirius snickered.

Not to much later, Neville, Seamus, and Dean made an appearance, and the four boys quickly got into a rousing conversation of the Cup all over again. Hermione quickly grew bored with the topic and dug out her copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4,

"As if she hasn't memorized that already," James scoffed.

"How do you think she stays on top so much?" Lily smirked back, "she goes over what she already knows. It's got to take endless studying for her to be the way she is."

and started trying to learn a Summoning Charm.

Harry felt his stomach lurch a bit, feeling something was quite significant there. Something about Hermione and the Summoning Charm, he really should know something about that shouldn't he?

Neville listened to the Quidditch talk with rapt attention, and bemoaned he hadn't gone, his Gran wouldn't buy tickets.

"That poor child," Sirius cried in outrage. No matter the end results, he still testified, "that's practically criminal negligence not to take a boy to a Cup!"

"I'll make sure to submit that to the law books," Lily snorted.

Ron agreed it had been fantastic, then went digging through his trunk to show Neville something,

"Oh Ron's clearly all kinds of help," Remus snorted.

his miniature Viktor Krum. Then he went on to brag slightly they'd been up in the Top Box,

"Showing off just a tad," James chuckled.

"He couldn't help it," Sirius still couldn't wipe the smile off his face at the thought of that game.

but was cut off by Malfoy appearing and saying it would be his last time up there. He was accompanied as always by Crabbe and Goyle. Harry shot back he hadn't been invited to join them, but Malfoy wasn't listening as he'd caught sight of the maroon dress robes dangling down from above.

"Oh bloody hell," Remus groaned.

"Now's the time when you come up with a quick lie," Sirius scowled, his mind working fast as he supplied, "like it's an old owl cover."

Harry just sighed, hoping this didn't turn out to bad.

Ron made to push it out of sight,

"And that just made it worse," James grumbled.

but Malfoy lunged and pulled it down to show off, demanding to know if Ron was really going to wear this?

"No, he was going to stuff your arse into them," Lily snapped.

He did slightly agree they'd been in style back in the 1800's, but Ron told Malfoy to eat dung.

"A rather appropriate response," Sirius nodded, "now let's hear about him forcing the act on the twat."

Malfoy just laughed as Ron snatched them back, then recovered himself enough to ask if Ron was going to enter.

"Enter what?" Lily demanded, clearly of nothing as the boys were still too miffed about Malfoy to pay attention to this bit.

Asking if he would play for the money, his family could do with that.

"Wait, won what?" Remus asked, that had got his attention.

"Is this what all the secrets been about?" Sirius asked with a raised brow. "Going to be some sort of event going on?"

"With an age restriction," James added on.

"At Hogwarts," Lily's lower lip pouted down at the book, her confusion managing to grow the more this carried on.

Ron snapped that Malfoy need to clarify himself, but Malfoy ignored him and turned his attention on Harry, saying it wouldn't surprise anyone if he entered, he never missed an opportunity to show off.

"When have I ever showed off, in front of anybody?" Harry demanded of nothing.

"I think Malfoy found some old photos of you in your glory days Prongs, and got a mismatch," Sirius snickered, while James gave a happy shrug that he couldn't deny that.

Hermione snapped that Malfoy either needed to explain himself or leave, and Malfoy looked delighted around at all of them that they clearly didn't know. Ron had a father and brother in the Ministry and he'd still been left out! His father had told him ages ago!

"Merlin I wish he was lying," Remus groaned, rubbing in agitation at his temple, why couldn't this kid just go away?

"Does everyone know about this but me," Harry agreed with a deep sigh, sick of feeling left out of the wizarding world when he seemed to be their main attraction.

Then Malfoy amended himself that the Minister probably wouldn't speak of anything so important around a Weasley.

"Oh please," Lily scoffed, "I'm still blasted your bleeding father wasn't put in Azkaban for trying to get Dumbledore sacked the way he did."

She felt bad at the threat she wished had come true, because at the mere mention of that prison had Sirius flinching and still lost a few shades of color. None of them disagreed with her, but it wasn't a topic she was going to linger on either.

Agreeing with himself that it was far too important for him to know about,

"More like it didn't have anything to do with troll bogies so Arthur shouldn't be bothered with it," Sirius said loudly, agitated at his little spaz. It hadn't happened yet, no need to go acting like a baby every time it was mentioned.

Still laughing at their expense, Malfoy and his two friends left the compartment, and Ron got up behind them to slam the door so hard he broke the pane of glass.

"Ah, now that brings back memories," Remus gave an uneasy laugh, remembering the time James had set a Fizzing Whizbee on fire and it had blown all the glass in their compartment, causing the trolley lady to appear and give them a good telling off. The only reason he hesitated in sharing that with Harry was because none of them wanted the reminder that Peter had been in the compartment with them of course, but James forced himself to brush past it and tell his son anyways, at least causing him to laugh.

It was worth the moment of agitation the memory stirred for all of them to see him smiling at their sharing a tidbit of their past lives, and Remus came to realize that this may well be a good way to help them get over this. If sharing those kinds of stories with Harry helped them to ease Peter out of them, all the better.

Hermione was shocked at his display of aggression, using the 'Reparo' charm to fix the damage, but Ron wasn't listening as he growled that his Dad's work was plenty important, he could have gotten a raise whenever he wanted, he just liked where he worked!

"I one hundred percent believe that," Lily nodded, thinking Arthur had more dignity then the whole Malfoy line by choosing to stay with his job that he loved rather than trying to push up the ranks like so many others.

Hermione gently agreed with him, warning Ron not to let Malfoy get to him. Ron tried to brush this off, picking up a Cauldron Cake, but then squishing it in his palm as he snapped no one was getting to him!

"Oh yes, he's clearly calm as a cucumber, I'm sure he always does that to his sweets," James snorted.

Ron stayed in a foul mood through the rest of the journey even as the Hogwarts Express began to slow down.

"Poor Ron's not had a very good start to this year," Lily sighed.

"Can you blame him?" Sirius was frowning in sympathy for Harry's best mate. "First his own family, then Malfoy, I'm betting he feels pretty ignored and left out."

The train to a complete stop in Hogsmeade station where they all stumbled out into the freezing rain and sprinted towards the carriages. The rain was coming down so hard it felt as though someone were pouring buckets of ice over their heads.

"Oh this just sounds lovely," Remus shivered at the thought.

"Thank Merlin Harry's first year wasn't like that," James sighed, "it's much more memorable and pleasant when you're not having to swim there your first time."

They only stopped for the shortest time to chat with Hagrid, who said he'd see them up at the school if they didn't drown first.

"Well that's encouraging," Lily snorted, knowing he was kidding, but what James had said was true enough. It made it seem sad for the poor dears.

The first years always went to school for the first time through boats on the lake with Hagrid. Hermione agreed as they climbed inside their carriage, pulled by invisible horses, that it would not be a fun journey in this weather. The boys agreed as they made their way to the castle.

"Well that was, fun," Lily tried for a cheerful tone. At least nothing bad had happened, but she was starting to get a little more nervous every time whatever was happening at Hogwarts this year was mentioned. She didn't like the fact that Harry got a little frown on his face every time, and it wasn't boding well for this peaceful year they were all hoping for.

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stacysmash · 4 years

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Relationship: Iwaizumi x Yachi Rating: Teen WC: 11,793 Warnings: Manga Spoilers

Yachi stared glumly into her glass, thinking that the bright colors of her cocktail were far too happy for her current mood. She was sitting in the most popular club in Sendai, surrounded by people having a great time. It was her intention to have fun when her classmates mentioned going out on the town right before they graduated. She thought they meant going out to eat or having a drink at a bar. The last thing she expected was a dark club where the music was so loud, she couldn’t hear herself think.

She twisted her lips and glanced over her shoulder. Her friends were squished on a nearby sofa, laughing and drinking while keeping an eye on her. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they let Yachi join in, but that would have defeated their secret purpose for dragging her to a club. It wasn’t until they arrived that they announced she couldn’t leave unless she picked up a guy.

They had been heckling her for years for how little she dated. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested, but she had plenty of friends and was dedicated to her studies. Now that school was over, she wouldn’t mind indulging in a healthy romance, but not the way they wanted.

One of her friends motioned for her to turn around while another gestured for her to stick her chest out. Yachi winced and obeyed only the first one. Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through her contacts until she found Tsukishima’s number.

He was always the best one to contact under such circumstances. Yamaguchi was sweet and would do anything for her, but he tended to get nervous in situations like that. Tsukishima, on the other hand, would glide in like he owned the place and if he found her being hit on, would give a biting remark to the guy that would reduce him to the size of a peanut. He’d complain about it until the end of time, but she had no doubt he’d come to her rescue.

“Hey, sweetie. Why the long face?”

Yachi stiffened at the strange voice next to her. Before she could even turn, the guy slid a fresh glass of something in front of her. She eyed it warily and turned to the man himself as he sat on a stool, leaning into her space.

When she first sat down at the bar, she thought that the blue and fuchsia lighting had been beautiful, especially the way it reflected off the glasses and alcohol bottles. Since the man was wearing glasses, the light cast strange shadows across his face and his smile looked more like a sneer. It was jarring, but Yachi built up her courage to answer him, if only out of politeness.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Have another drink, you’ll feel better.”

“No, thank you. I’m still working on mine.”

“What’s a pretty thing like you sitting over here all alone, anyway?”

There wasn’t a chance in hell she was going to blurt out the real reason.

“I’m waiting for someone.”

“Someone, huh? A boyfriend?”

Yachi’s heart was racing. She hadn’t had a chance to text Tsukishima yet and she wondered if she could sneak off to the restroom to fire one off.

“Um, yes, actually.”

The man’s smile grew, and the shadows shifted on his face. “Must not be a good boyfriend making you wait alone like this. I think I’d be better company.”

Yachi forced a smile on her face. “I think that would be subjective.”

The man laughed as if she’d told a hilarious joke. Her hands were starting to sweat with nerves, and she reached down to wipe them on her skirt. She licked her lips, preparing herself to make an excuse about the restroom.

“Maybe you’d feel better if we danced,” the man purred, leaning uncomfortably close. “Get you loosened up.”

“I don’t dance with strange men.”

“I’m not strange.”

Wanna bet?

“Hey,” a rough voice said, startling them both. As they turned toward the voice, Yachi saw a larger, handsome man glaring at the creep. His arms were crossed, causing his biceps to strain against his shirt sleeves. “You’ve been refused several times. Why don’t you take a hike?”

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dolcenco · 5 years

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Fuck You Better

Pairing: Joel Pimentel x Reader

Words: 4,300+ (wtf this is the longest fic I've written and it's smut SHSHSHSH)

Warning/s: S I N F U L (sex with Joel with a dash of adultery) SMUT. Mentions of cheating and an asshole fuck boy attitude.

S/n: yeah, pretty obvious that I love putting Joel in these kinds of scandalous situations more than I do Christopher. I feel so bad but feels soooo good at the same time KHSKASHK

Take note: this one-shot is pure fiction and does not reflect the boys in any way. This is purely my imagination and my attempt to be angsty (sort of.)

This is for @cieloxcnco 1000+ writing contest with the prompt: f u betta - Neon Hitch / she’s prettier than I’ll ever be, got yourself a beauty queen, but there’s one thing I gotta say - she can love you good, bet I can fuck you better.

Once again, congrats on the milestone, babe! you deserve this!

On with the story!

A guilty pleasure for most if not all would be indulging in chocolate, coffee, and binge-watching on Netflix but yours? It was Joel Pimentel.

The only name you screamed in the hotel rooms of Miami as he delivered pleasure to your body as much as you craved his.

You never thought you'd find yourself in the same predicament again after repeatedly reminding yourself not to engage in such situation again before karma comes and bites you in the ass.

But you didn't care.

So right now, Joel had you pinned you against the wall of his hotel room, barely making it inside from his desperate need to take you right here, right now.

His hands frantically ran up and down your fervent body, making sure not to leave any skin untouched. His lips trailed hungry kisses along your neck, not getting enough of your sweet scent and the feeling of your body underneath his.

“You know what I missed about you the most?” Joel pulled away from your lips, making you whimper from the loss of contact as he gave you a cheeky grin.

“What?” You managed to grunt a response as you tried to catch your breath.

“These.” He cupped your breast with his large hands. The coolness from his rings stung your skin through the thin material of your bralette that made your back arched to his touch.

With a gentle squeeze, he leaned down to plant small pecks on the swell of your breast that peeked out of your bra.

“Stop teasing, Joel.” You tried to snap at him, but your voice faltered when you feel his tongue licked a big strip over your sensitive bud while his free hand played with the other nipple.

Your hands weaved through his curls and tugged on them gently as if to tell him that you weren't joking around and wanted him right now.

Of course, Joel knew how much you missed him as much as he missed you while he was on tour and decided to be a little mischievous.

“Needy are we?” Joel teased, and you glared at his handsome face, bemused with him. As you were about to retort a snarky remark, he lifted you off your feet and carried you towards the bed.

As soon as your back felt the soft white sheets of his bed, Joel stood in between your legs and took off his shirt to reveal his sculpted body. Oh, how you got wet just by looking at him.

He crawled on top of you and held himself up so his weight won't crush you as he dived to connect your lips. The way he kissed you spoke for how much he missed you. You spread your legs wider so he can nestle in between them, and your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his hard bulge pressed against you.

Your barely clothed pussy rubbed against the material of his black pants while the metal buckle of his belt pressed against your clit. You felt the need to bring him closer to you, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and locked your legs around his hips.

“Hmm, Bonita,” Joel whispered huskily and holy fuck that was hot as fuck.

You adjusted yourself underneath him causing the buckle of his belt to graze over your clit. Your lips parted to moan out his name as he kept your hips down. You let the sensation take over you.

“More, Joel.” You whimpered and squeezed his arm as you let him roll his hips against your aching entrance.

His lips find their way to your neck and trailed down to your collarbone, then to your chest. He cupped your breast once again and gently kissed the skin before giving it a soft lick. Moans slipped off your lips as he gently sucked on the swell of your chest, his thumb swiping over the hard nipple of the other.

When he pulled away, you looked down to see that he left a red hickey on the spot where he sucked. You cursed at him, and he retorted with a scoff.

“Like you have someone who’ll get mad over that.” Reminding you that you were single, and didn't have a boyfriend to hide it from anyway.

He softly chuckled when he saw the scowl on your face and leaned into cupped your cheeks as he caressed his thumb across the skin.

“I’m kidding, Amor.” He whispered huskily and connected your lips. You feel your stomach flipped at the nickname. He started to trail kissed along your jaw, down to your neck then your chest. Your eyes watched as he placed soft kisses on your belly and slowly made his way down.

He held on your intense gaze as he creates a path across your torso and towards where you needed him the most.

Joel softly massaged your thighs with his fingers before parting them then nestled in between your legs. Your lips parted to take a sharp inhale of breath when he starts place kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer to your entrance.

You lost it and bucked your hips when Joel pressed his tongue against your clothed pussy, licking you up slowly and when he reached your clit he gave you one last hard lick.

“Joel.” You moaned, and he just loved the sound of his name spilling out of your pretty lips. It was music to his ears.

Just when he was about to pull your panties down, the sound of his ringtone filled the room and halted him from what he was doing.

He apologized and with an irritated expression on his face, he whipped his phone out of his pants, and switched it to silent mode, not even bothering to check who it was before setting it down on the bedside table.

Joel looked back at you and drank in the sight of you, half-naked in front of him. He loved admiring pretty places, pretty things, and beautiful people; you were no exception to him.

“Where were we again?” He teased knowing how sexually frustrated you were from how close he was to devouring you if it wasn’t for his stupid phone.

You grew impatient when he wasn’t doing anything and wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer to your body. You just wanted him to touch you. “Joel!”

He chuckled at your reaction and positioned himself in between your legs again. He leveled his face down your entrance and was about to pull your panties down when his phone didn't stop vibrating against the table and became a nuisance to the both of you.

He sighed and reached for his phone to check what the hell was so important that the caller was so persistent for his attention. Joel looked like he was going to snap at this person until you watched his features morphed into a brief panic before softening.

With that, you immediately knew who was calling him.

“Hi, Baby!” Joel greeted over the phone, and you swore the pitch of his voice just increased an octave higher just like what any boyfriend would sound like when talking to their significant other.

You shook your head and shot him a disapproving glance. He sends you an apologetic look before turning his back away from you to continue his conversation with his girlfriend.

Remember how you identified Joel as your guilty pleasure? The pleasure part was pretty obvious but here is the guilty part of your relationship with Joel.

Joel wasn’t yours in the first place. Joel has been taken by someone else and wasn’t yours to fuck around from the start. The gold mine about the whole thing is that his girlfriend was one of your best friends.

What a great best friend you are!

As you waited for Joel to wrap up his phone call, you kept yourself busy with your phone that you picked up from the floor and plopped back down on the bed to eavesdrop on Joel and your best friend's conversation.

“Yeah babe, can you come a little later? We’re just working on some paperwork here at the hotel. I’ll text you what time you could drop by.”

You snorted at his attempt to lie, and he shoots you a glare from over his shoulders.

“OH! I didn’t know (y/n) is coming over?” He looked at you. “Nah she’s not here, I would know if she’s coming over if she was here” he sassed his girlfriend over the phone and rolled his eyes.

“Oh-kay, sure I could hook her up with Chris, so she doesn't have to third-wheel.”

You couldn’t help but arched your eyebrow at that. But you loved being a third-wheel. It had its perks.

“Aight, see you later. Love. I love you. Bye.” He finally ended the call, and you let out a small chuckle making Joel turned to look at you with a confused look plastered on his face.

“What?”

You put down your phone on the bedside table and crawled towards him to kneel in between his legs as you placed squeezed his shoulders.

“Christopher? Really?” You smirked, and Joel looked up from his phone to meet your eyes when he felt your hand caressed his neck softly, tugging the small curls at the back of his neck just the way you know how he liked it.

“He’s kinda cute.” You teased to push his buttons because you knew how Joel hated it when you mentioned another man’s name in bed despite if you were both fucking or not. He just hated talking about other men that were not him.

“I ain’t sharing you.” He pouted while shaking his head in disapproval, which made him looked like a stubborn child when indeed he was one.

You let out a laugh and cupped his face in between your hands to squish his cheeks, the pout he currently had now made his luscious lips puckered out. The thought of Joel only wanting you for himself made your tummy fizzle and warm inside which makes you wonder how you’re not yet falling for him.

That’s why you and Joel arranged this relationship because he was confident, more than he was in his relationship, that you don’t catch feelings after one night and he knew that you would not go for a guy like him despite his ‘datable’ qualities. Maybe that’s why your best friend dated Joel.

For his (questionable) date-able qualities.

“And here I am sharing your dick with one my best friends, and she doesn’t even know.” You whispered with your lips hovering just above his and Joel glared at you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now. You knew Joel hated it when you called him out about your current arrangement to spite him and because you knew that it drove him to fall into a bottomless pit of guilt.

“Oh, shut up. You’re not less of a hypocrite than I am.” He whispered before connecting his lips to yours as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you down on the bed with him.

Before arguing who was the guilty and the hypocrite, this wasn’t the first time you and Joel fucked around. Before this and his relationship with your best friend, you and Joel used to be fuck buddies until he called it quit when he decided to get himself into a serious relationship with a said best friend which we all know how that turned out.

You don’t remember who initiated this relationship, but it all started when you and Joel agreed to catch up when he was in Miami for meetings and ranted about his pent up sexual frustrations, and his current relationship with your best friend wasn’t exactly reaching the sexual satisfaction Joel craved. Desperation to relieve sexual tension happens when you cross paths with an ex-fuck buddy. You embrace sins that you swore not to commit but here you are biting your lip as you admired Joel’s body with his god-sculpted body, glowing tan skin, bright brown eyes, luscious curls, and plumper berry lips. Your mouth water at the sight of his growing length that begged for release from the confinement of tight black boxers.

You crawled on top of him and straddled his hips, bending to press your body against his to start leaving fiery kisses along his neck. Joel exhaled a small moan as you moved down to kiss his chest. You held onto his gaze as he watched you move downward to slowly trail kisses on his abs, teasing him when you finally reached the waistband of his boxers.

You kneeled in between his legs and tugged on his boxers to free him then discarded it onto the floor. Your eyes widen at the size of his length in front of you. Your bent over in front of Joel, and gave him a wink with a devious smirk when he hissed at the teasing touch of your fingers grazing along with the shape of his dick while your mouth hovers just an inch closer to his dick to toy with him. Joel let out a groan and closed his eyes when you gently licked the swollen tip of his shaft.

He glared at you when you didn't do anything further, and you just smiled up at him innocently.

“What’s the matter, Pimentel?” You teased, refusing to touch Joel. He responded by bucking his hips towards you to get your lips to touch his dick, but you avoided him and pinned his hips down.

“You know what the hell the matter is.” He growled in frustration as he tried to press your lips on him when you caught his hand and intertwined your fingers shaking your head.

“Oh? I don't know, care to enlighten me?” You smirked and parted your lips slightly enough to slip your tongue out and hovered over him. Close enough not touch him but close enough for him to feel. Joel groaned loudly and threw his head back into the pillow while his hand ran through his curls in frustration.

He raised his head to look at you with pleading eyes, “baby please…”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I need you, (y/n)! You damn well know that I do!” He growled, desperately needed your touch.

“Please suck my dick, baby. I need your mouth around me so bad.” He pleaded, and you grinned triumphantly at how Joel withered under you so quickly.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so, baby.”

Before Joel could make a snarky remark, he was already moaning your name when you wrapped your fingers around his length. You aligned him to your mouth and leaned over to plant a small kiss on the top, and you hear Joel hissed from above you.

“Fuck.” He grunted, and you swirl your tongue around the swollen head before taking him in a little more. He bucked his hips towards you.

When Joel looked down, you were already looking at him through your lashes with his dick in your mouth, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

You start to bob your head up and down as you hollow your cheeks around him. He tangled his fingers around your hair and pushed your head lower onto his cock.

“Shit.” He curses and starts to thrust his hips towards you, slipping his dick in and out of you. When he got too tired to lift his hips, you would continue to wrap your lips around him and hollowed your cheeks down his length.

Your tongue flicked from the base and playfully licked up to his head before taking him all in again. Joel gripped on your hair tighter, and his thrust started to get sloppy so you know he was reaching his end.

“Stop.” Joel suddenly says, and you watch in confusion as he sat up to grab your arm. He pulled you towards him and hooked your legs around his hips. He lifted you by your ass, and you sighed in contentment when his dick brushed over your wet entrance.

Wrapping your arms around his neck for support, you rolled your hips against his, your wetness spreading all over his swollen dick. Joel inhaled sharply and fluttered his eyes close then pressed his forehead on your chest to control himself not to cum there and then.

Your hand played with his hair, earning a small moan of contentment from Joel knowing how much he loved it. He looked up at you with his eyes still closed and brought your fingers to push his hair away from his forehead and watched it bounced back to fall on his forehead.

His eyes fluttered open and pursed his lips. You took a moment to admire how beautiful Joel looked. The first thing that you noticed about him when you first met and the part of him you loved was his eyes. You never saw anyone’s eyes shone an as warm, brown and pretty as Joel’s. If you had to look into anyone’s eyes forever, it would be Joel’s.

Your eyes darted to his lips when he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip. It swelled from him biting it so much and has already taken a berry color that made you want to take it between your teeth.

Suddenly, Joel brought up his hand to gently caress your flushed cheeks and finally leaned in to kiss you. You kindly took his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked him softly.

Joel groaned and brought a hand in between you both and grazed on the wet slit that made you moan against his lips. He held you while his other free hand grabbed the condom from the bedside table. You adjusted yourself to straddle him as he tore the wrapper of the condom and took it to roll on his shaft.

He grabbed your hips while you aligned your entrance over his dick and eased yourself down, feeling his size stretched you. The pleasurable burn inside you from since the last time he entered you. You exhaled a breath and waited until you adjusted to his dick.

Joel loudly moaned when he felt your walls clench around him and was about to lose his goddamn mind when you start to rock your hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out and felt him grabbed your ass between his fingers

You start to move up and down his length, trying to get as much friction as possible until you felt Joel thrust his dick inside you. You gasped and threw your head back as the heat pooled inside your core. You started to become needy for him, so you nuzzled against his neck and began to kiss his earlobe before taking him in between your teeth. You wanted more.

And when you wanted more, you did not hesitate to let Joel know.

“Prove to me how much you missed my pussy around your dick and fuck me until I cum.” You whispered into his ear and Joel was more than happy to oblige to you.

Joel laid back down with his dick still inside you as he gripped your hips. You lifted your hips a little, and when you were about to sink into him, Joel suddenly trusted in you then slipped out of your drenched pussy and did it again.

“Joel!” You screamed and splayed your hands across his chest for support as he rammed inside you over and over again.

Guess those hip thrust during shows paid off.

Your back arched as the bliss washed over your body and splayed your hands over his hard chest for support.

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel murmured as he watched himself get buried in your wet pussy.

The heat in your core starts to pool in deep as you began to reach your high.

“Close, babe.” You moaned and as Joel continued to thrust into you. As you feel the surge of electricity wash over your body, you leaned in and smashed your lips on Joel when you let go as he swallowed your moans.

It wasn’t long until Joel’s felt himself draw near to his climax. “Gonna cum, (y/n).” He murmured against your lips and wrapped his arms around your body to secure in place, feeling your warm body close to his.

“Cum in me, babe.” Your words were enough for Joel to reach his high and fill you up.

You both stayed in your position to catch your breath until he kissed your cheek.

“Thanks.” he gasped as you rolled off him.

“Sure.”

Joel discarded the condom in the bathroom while you start to put on your underwear. He came back to find you slipping on your bra.

“What are you doing?” He asked and walked towards you.

“Uhm, dressing up?”

“Why?” He had a sad looked on as you scrambled to find your shirt.

“Because we just finished?” You tell him, and he pouted as he stepped closer towards you.

“Oh, you don’t wanna cuddle? I mean let’s catch up, (y/n). We haven’t been hanging out much.” He softly said as he pulled you towards the bed and you couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes he was doing to get you to lay down with him.

When he laid down on the bed, he pats the spot next to him and finally agreed to join him with his arms around you and your head on his chest as you both began to exchange stories about tour and college.

As you felt Joel draw mini circles on your arms as he stared at his phone, scrolling down his messages, you finally decided to ask him the question you’ve been pondering on for a while now.

“Do you feel guilty?” You looked at him to see his reaction.

“About?” He asked, not looking up from the screen.

“Us. This whole fucking around thing when you’re with someone who you love.” You blurted and expected him to lash out on you, but he didn't. Not even the slightest hint of guilt displayed on his expression at the thought that what you both were doing could ruin someone and backfire in the future when words get out. It will for sure give his pr team a headache. Not to mention your best friend who loved him to pieces and trusted you with everything.

After seconds later, Joel finally responded.

“Of course I do. But sometimes, I just-SHIT” Joel suddenly cursed in panicked and bolted off the bed.

“What?!” You hopped off the bed as well as he scrambled for his clothes and tossed yours.

“Chris is coming up now!”

You both panicked in the hotel room, looking for both your clothes and putting them on as quickly as possible. When you were about to put your shirt on, both of you hear the door unlocking as Christopher’s voice filled the whole room.

“Yo, Joel! I bro...oh, hi.” Christopher smiled when he saw you. People didn’t lie when they say that he looked hot in person. When you waved at him, a shot of nervousness hit you when his eyes dart from you to Joel then back at you, and by the looks of it, Christopher knew what already happened in the hotel room by the way he smirked and snickered quietly.

After Joel had introduced you both formally, you both accompanied Chris as ate his lunch. You decided that you liked Chris and his humor, especially the approachable vibe that made him charming.

It seemed like Joel had some competition.

A moment later, a knock sounded from the entrance of the room, and when Joel got up from his seat on the bed to answer it, you immediately know who it was.

As soon as you heard the door open, the sound of exchanged kisses followed then a chorus of ‘’I missed you so much babe” when Joel and his girlfriend entered the bedroom of the hotel.

The moment her eyes laid on you, she squealed and walked towards your direction to hug you as you stood up to greet her. She hasn’t let you go as she proceeded to gushed how much she missed you. When you hugged her back, you shot Joel a knowing look as he took a seat next to Christopher who was busy stuffing his face.

“Bro, your friend is something else,” Chris whispered to Joel, quiet enough so the two girls wouldn't hear the conversation.

Joel scoffed, feeling a little jealous that Chris was growing interest in you.

“How is her bed performance?” Christopher asked ever so bluntly with a smirk, amused at the mortified look Joel gave him.

When Joel was about to deny him, Chris stopped him before his bandmate can start firing word vomit.

“I know what you both did while I was out, your shirt is inside out-” He pointed at Joel’s shirt and when Joel looked down, he was right.

“- But I'm curious, why? Don’t get me wrong (y/n) is banging but your girl is hot too-” Joel shot him a glare and was about to defend himself when Chris stopped him.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, I mean, pfft me out of all people, it’d make me a hypocrite if I do, but I'm just curious, you know.”

Joel sighed in relief and thought about his answer as he watched the girl he was in love with and the girl who kept him happy in bed gossip on the bed.

“My girl, she’s amazing, and the sex is good and all but (y/n)? Damn dude, she can fuck me better than anyone I’ve been with.”

It was pretty fucked that he was fucking around with his girlfriend's best friend. But did Joel feel guilty about it? Probably not.

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hphm-etched-engraved-everlasting · 4 years

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21. Clara

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I was no stranger to Knockturn Alley, but I couldn't say the same about my sister.

The darkness enveloped me the further in I ran, swallowing what light streamed through the bustling friendly atmosphere of Diagon Alley until the warmth had completely leeched out of even the air around me. Wizards and witches shrouded in fabrics of pitch black, skin as gaunt and pale as a ghost's, loitered in the shadows, away from the streetlights that flickered with its dying power. As I turned a corner, eyes resting upon the storefront of Borgin and Burkes, I felt my arms tense up with the cold draft that blew past, and I shivered, goosebumps forming over my skin. Who knew that, in the span of only a few days, the place would feel like a freezer?

I quickly fished in my bag for something, anything, to wrap over myself to grant me some sort of warmth. My fingers brushed against the smooth surface of dried paint, and I instantly pulled the set of paint-splattered robes out into the open, throwing it on without a second thought. Andre suggested this to perform my chaos for Peeves in style, and it did serve a good souvenir and reminder of all that I went through to get my brother back. Handing Peeves the mischief masterpiece in exchange for the vault portrait was a major obstacle I had to leap over--needless to say, I was happy I executed it to the poltergeist's standards, but even happier that it brought me one step closer to bringing my brother home.

"Clara!"

The sound of my younger sister's voice as I slipped my left hand through the sleeve made me freeze, and I glanced up to see her jog towards me, almost tripping over the uneven cobblestone in her haste.

"Em!" I sprang forward just in time to catch her, and she fell into my arms, a heavy breath escaping our mouths simultaneously in a loud whoosh.

"So this is what Knockturn Alley looks like," Em remarked, her tone suggesting no admiration as she straightened up. "And this is why our parents didn't want us to come here."

"Sorry, Em. I just remembered last year, Duncan Ashe--"

"Hold up." Little Em slowly raised a finger toward another familiar figure, standing on the other side of the shop with her violet eyes gazing intently at the dark artefacts in the shop. "What is she doing here?"

Oh no. Somehow, without my knowing, Merula Snyde had entered Knockturn Alley as well. Last time it was Ben, and now...

I'd imagine this wouldn't be the last time I'd come here, but hopefully it would be the only time I'd be here to stop Merula from concocting whatever stupid scheme she had in mind here and return to finding Jacob.

"Merula Snyde," I eventually said, approaching her with my little sister behind me. "Fancy seeing you here at such a late hour."

"Should have known you'd come here," Merula sneered, looking up at me and little Em with a look of pure disgust on her face. "Come to take me back to Hogwarts and try to convince me that the 'kill or be killed' mindset is all but a waste of time?"

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked her, folding my arms.

"Shopping at Borgin and Burkes. Not like it's any of your business," Merula responded. "Have you seen the cursed opal necklace in the window? It's supposedly claimed the lives of nineteen Muggle owners. It'd be perfect for Rakepick, don't you think?"

"You're right. That isn't my business to know," I retorted. "I should have known that you'll still be out here plotting to kill Rakepick."

Beside me, little Em pulled out her wand from within her robes, and she pointed it at Merula. "Don't you dare get any ideas," she warned her.

"Right. Like a little baby badger's supposed to threaten me well enough to stop me from performing the perfect payback for Rakepick," Merula said with a scoff, shaking her head. "You're both awfully quick to judge for someone who's slumming through Knockturn Alley, too."

"For a better reason than yours, I'll bet," little Em growled. "We're here to find Jacob. Clara thought he might be here, though I'm not sure why. Have you seen him?"

Just as the words left her mouth, a sudden crack pierced through the air, and I placed a hand on Em's shoulder as the person materialized in front of us, the effects of the Apparition he performed leaving him completely unfazed. His finely cropped black hair still bothered me completely to this day, but the firm expression he had on his face, the stony glint in his brown eyes, remained familiar to my memory, his long brown coat slightly dirtier now after his release from the portrait in the last vault.

"Now I have," Merula piped up meekly.

Little Em just stared in absolute shock at our older brother, who changed so much from the last time he saw either of us at home. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was agape, and she had completely lost hold of her wand, which fell to the ground with a hollow clatter. Years of absence from the family rendered him almost unrecognizable to her--and, admittedly, to me when I first saw him again after so long. She just looked at him as if he was suddenly a stranger, and for a few tense seconds, no one moved.

"Jacob." A smile slowly made its way over my face as I eventually ran forward and hugged him, just like we did when we reunited in the last vault. "There you are! We've been looking all over for you since I heard you were spotted at Hogwarts."

"It's good to see you too, Pip," Jacob said, nodding as he took a good look at me. "I'm so glad you're alright." Then his eyes landed on little Em, still trembling slightly on her feet. "And...is that our little sister? Em?"

"You've...changed so much," little Em remarked quietly. "Is that really you, Jacob?"

Jacob nodded, extending an arm to her. "Of course it's me, little Pipsqueak! I'd never forget about my youngest sister. And you've just started at Hogwarts, too!"

"Yup." Little Em's tense worried face soon melted away, and as she hugged her older brother I felt a spark of warmth tingle through my limbs, a bubble of hope rising through my being. If only our parents were here to see this family reunion. At least then they'd see that Jacob was alright, and we'd fix everything together after all.

Meanwhile, Merula looked just about ready to puke. "Ugh, come on. Anymore of this sappiness and I'll perform the Slug-Vomiting Charm on myself."

"Where have you been?" I asked Jacob then. "I haven't seen you since the Cursed Vault."

Jacob glanced up at me, though his arm was still firm around little Em. "I know, Pip. I'm sorry. But I had to try to stop Rakepick from getting away," he explained. "Besides, I knew you'd trust me to find you again, like I said I would. Along with the added bonus that is our sister," he added, smiling down at little Em who just nodded, squeezing Jacob's hand.

"I suppose all that matters is that you're here now," I said. "Which is great, because I have so many questions..."

Instantly, Jacob's face fell, and he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Clara. As much as I'd like to indulge you in your inquiries, we've got no time for that. Right now, we have to duel."

"Wait. Duel?" I swore I didn't hear that right. Why would my own brother want to duel me?

"This family reunion just got interesting," Merula remarked snidely, a low chuckle escaping her lips, and I made a mental note to slap her the next moment I got.

"Yes, Clara. I think an assassin is after both you and Merula," Jacob told me then. "And only you two specifically, though I'm not sure why--but there's no time to explain. You're just going to have to trust me."

Now little Em turned just as pale as one of the Knockturn Alley denizens, and she shook her head in disbelief. "Jacob, you're being serious, are you?"

"They know nothing about you, little Em, so you're safe for now," Jacob reassured her--or at least attempted to. "Or as safe as you can be. I'm doing whatever it takes to protect you and stop any assassin in case my suspicions do end up being true. But you may find yourself coming face to face with them one day, so you must be prepared. Duelling will help me make sure you are prepared, in the case that an assassin does attack."

An assassin, and a possible attack. Of course I knew that with all the events that preceded this very moment, more and more danger would continue to tumble towards me, snowballing until it reached the point where it could spin me off my feet--and not in a good way, either. At the sound of this, Little Em immediately leaned into Jacob and shook her head at me, her hand gripping tighter on his. I almost didn't even notice how she still looked like the little Em she had been even before Jacob went missing--so tiny, so helpless.

So vulnerable.

"Let an assassin try. I'm ready for them! It'll be a good warm-up for Rakepick," Merula piped up then, puffing her chest in pride. "Your sisters, on the other hand, don't understand that it's kill or be killed."

"Just because neither of us agree with your mindset does not make us weak," I shot back. "Besides, there are many ways to settle arguments. Killing doesn't have to be the only way."

Jacob shifted his weight to his other foot, and he let go of Em's hand. "As much as I hate to admit it, Merula has a point. Dark witches and wizards like Rakepick won't hesitate to hurt or kill you. You have to do whatever it takes to survive."

"Ha. Serves you right for disagreeing, Lin," Merula chipped in. "At least someone in your family has some sense."

"Wait, but--"

"Clara, we can't keep at this right now. We have to duel," Jacob interrupted me.

"Jacob, hold on just a second, alright? Everything's happening so--"

"Don't hold back. I want to see everything you've learned while at Hogwarts."

And hence, Jacob moved away, his wand at the ready. I barely got myself prepared when he shouted, "Slugulus Eructo!"

If Merula had her desires to choke up slugs, well, she'd get her wish sooner than expected had she been here in my place. The slick, slimy substance held such a vile taste as I burped up a slug, squishing it firmly under my foot, raising my wand at him. "Confringo!"

The blasting charm should have had a major dent in his stamina, yet Jacob still remained standing firm. He managed to recover in time to Disarm me, and I almost lost my wand to the gutters three feet away.

Spell after spell was cast with relentless power and force, and I felt the sweat break out on my forehead in a fine sheen, my wand arm feeling heavy after every spell. This shouldn't be different from all the other duels I've had before--with Merula, with the Troll, with Acromantulas and the Hungarian Horntail and the werewolves and even several dark wizards. Yet I knew Jacob wouldn't go easy on me. In some way or other, he did have more experience with magic. My only question, then, was when did he get his new wand?

"Episkey!" he cried next, healing himself with a wave of his wand over his head.

"Incendio!" I shouted then, watching as a jet of fire emerged from the tip of my wand.

The burns eventually did it. Jacob sighed and nodded as the flames died away, and he put his wand away, approaching me and my sister again with a nod of approval.

"Huh. I'm impressed, Clara. You've really learned how to hold your own," Jacob remarked, beaming. "Clearly you're not the little kid who needs my help chasing the Ghouls away anymore."

"No, of course I'm not, Jacob. We've all grown to learn how dangerous everything has become," I told him firmly. "That's why you should let me help you with Rakepick, with this assassin...with everything."

But Jacob shook his head. "I told you, this is my fight. I dragged us into this, so it's my responsibility to finish it. I can't let you all get hurt any more than you already have."

"We have to do something to help!" little Em chipped in then, shaking her head in refusal. "Everyone back home misses you terribly, Jacob. At least give us something to hold on to!"

"Pipsqueak, you already do. You'll always have your sister to hold onto. I'll come back when I can, but I have to go. I can't afford to let the trail go cold," Jacob said.

Now Merula jumped in surprise. "Wait, but what about my duel?"

"Jacob, at least answer some of my questions first," I said then, eyes widening in worry. "Like, how could you come to Hogwarts and not see us? Why are you looking into Mahoutokoro? And what do you know about the last Cursed Vault?"

"I'll explain when I can, I promise. But right now there's no--"

"No time, I get it." I sighed and shook my head, gesturing little Em to come over. "You don't seem to have much time for either of us anymore--or any of our family, really."

"Pip..." Jacob sighed as well and gave me one last hug, his arms firm around me before extending another arm to little Em. As the three of us hugged each other, I thought I could hear Merula fake-gagging, but I couldn't care less. It wasn't easy to get this opportunity to see him in this tight circumstance. Who knew when I would get this kind of chance again?

"We'll talk again soon, Pip and Pipsqueak," Jacob promised us. "Until then, watch your backs."

That said, he Disapparated with a loud crack, disappearing into nothingness in front of our eyes.

"Jacob, wait!"

No, there was no calling him back. I sighed again, holding my little sister close as she hugged me round the waist.

"You can't seem to hold onto anyone anymore, can you, Lin?" Merula teased me then with a laugh.

"Shut it, Merula!" I snapped, raising a hand and slapping her hard across the cheek. I know I shouldn't have, but at this point I was tired of Merula trying to butt into what was meant to be a meaningful reunion, even if it did have that foreboding note in the meeting. The sting from the slap tingled in my fingers, red hot in my anger. "My brother is trying to protect us from this assassin and Rakepick. I'm sure he'll come back once this is all over."

Merula visibly flinched at the sudden slap as well, her hand raised against her cheek which began to swell and redden beneath her fingers. "Yeah. I hope so. I'd like to see him again," she simply responded then once she's recovered well enough to volley another attack. "He's surprisingly...cool for someone who's related to you."

Cool, huh? That was the first time I've heard Merula say something that wasn't trash at my brother.

"What do you mean, someone cool?" little Em asked Merula then, folding her arms.

"Nothing. Forget I said anything," Merula snapped at little Em then, though I could see both her cheeks reddening and flushing--definitely not a side effect from the slap I gave her.

"Wait a second. Are you interested in our brother?" I inquired her carefully, the words dripping carefully from my tongue like venom.

At this, Merula shrugged and smiled sheepishly, her expression suddenly bashful. "N-no, of course not!" she denied. "We just share similar priorities is all."

"I'm not buying it. My brother is nothing like you, Merula," I told her defiantly.

"Right. Keep telling yourself that," Merula responded, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "But it's clear that your brother understands that when you're up against someone like Rakepick or this assassin, nothing is off the table."

Nothing. Right. Everything for me has already been laid on the line, but that didn't mean I had to kill to prove my worth and way of dealing with the circumstance. Jacob may have agreed with Merula on that point, but I still found myself disagreeing wholeheartedly with this mindset. Doing something unforgivable when your own life is on the line...would such an exceptional case still be made an acceptable one that leaves no guilt upon the conscience?

"Anyway, shouldn't you be worrying about your own social life instead of mine?" Merula asked me then.

"My social life? My friends are still as well as they can be, and I'm still connecting with them as best as I can," I said. "Or at least my sister's trying to keep our ties going. We're doing fine with that, thank you very much."

"I truly admire how naive you are, Lin."

"What do you mean anyway?"

"Cedric Diggory, the new star of Hogwarts," Merula responded finally. "He's only a first-year, but he's all the school can talk about. And that means you and your sister are no longer topics of gossip."

"Oh, I know Cedric, alright," little Em said then. "He’s my housemate and friend. If anything, I'm kind of happy he's found his place at Hogwarts. So what does it matter if my sister and I are no longer topics of gossip?"

At this, I thought I saw her hand raise toward the rose in her braid, but she lowered it after five seconds of holding it in the air. Something must have really bothered her more than I thought.

"You say that now, baby Lin, but see for yourselves the attention Diggory gets and we'll see if you feel the same way," Merula said.

"Right. Whatever," I groaned. "Anyway, we better head back. You can stay all you want if it makes you happy."

And just as little Em and I reached the tunnel to head back to Diagon Alley, Merula called us back.

"Remember, it's kill or be killed. And if you're not careful, your popularity won't be the only thing you'll lose this year..."

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justimajin · 5 years

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Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues ⌠Part 16⌡

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (4.5k) Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Warnings: so much cuteness :’)

⇢ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

⇢ Updates every Tuesday - next update

Your eyes stare at the bright gleaming sign that glows out from the dark sky above you. It’s entrancing and intriguing, yet you keep wondering to yourself how on earth you had agreed to this.

The culprit has a huge smile plastered on his face, black hair styled to reveal his forehead and a clean cut royal blue dress shirt adorned. His eyes stare at the sign in amazement when they flicker over the hoard of workers lined up next to you and then finally meet your eyes.

“Oh come on!” He exclaims, “Don’t look at me like that!”

You glare at him, “This is where you wanted to take us?” Everyone with you is confused as well, mummers whispering through.

“Why not?” He walks over to you, “It’s the time to celebrate!”

“Park Jimin we’re at a bar.”

“Pshh,” He shakes his head, “It’ll be fun!” He looks behind you, “Right guys?”

“U-uh...well…” Namjoon attempts to reason, scratching his head. Chaeyoung is still staring at the sign, eyes rapidly flickering.

“Do they have any banana milk?” Jungkook raises his hand and suddenly questions, looking at you eagerly and you grimace.

Banana milk was probably the last thing they had.

“I don’t understand why I was dragged here.” Yoongi points out and Jimin pouts, but another voice speaks out.

“It does look fun!” Jin turns around, looking at everyone, “And besides, this is for my promotion and I think we should go.”

You sigh; there wasn’t much you could do at this point. Jin had finally gotten an update on his application, which had been accepted, and would soon be leaving his long-term intern position to become a doctor. For a celebration, he had suggested that everyone gather for a night out for the occasion, but of course Jimin has his own ideas with the matter.

“Fine.” You finally say, “Let’s just get in already.”

Your eyes quickly flicker over, in search of the man who had yet to arrive but Yoongi reaches over to tap you on the shoulder, “Come on. He’ll be here soon.”

You all get seated and the table is completely full at all four corners with the large number of chairs squished together. Namjoon and Jin sit together on one end, while Yoongi takes up another end. Jimin sits down with Jungkook and you are left seated next to Chaeyoung.

You assume Yoongi had saved the seat for your fellow doctor, but then a particular orange haired man with a sunny disposition arrives and immediately a giant smile is on your lips.

“Hoseok?” You instantly get up from your seat and the man charmingly smiles at you before engulfing you straight into a hug. He’s dressed in a dark green jumper and brown pants, looking considerably better than the last time you had seen him.

Hoseok greets everyone else and then sits down to Yoongi, whose energy changes right away when a gummy smile spreads across his face.

“How are you now Hoseok?” You question while Jimin brings small menus over for everyone to look through.

“I’m great!” He smiles, “I haven’t had any problems breathing lately!”

A fond smile is on your lips when he turns his attention over to Yoongi, “So what’s the special occasion for?”

Yoongi gestures over to Jin, “He isn’t an intern anymore.”

Hoseok eyes enlarge dramatically, pure joy lighting up inside him, “You’re a doctor now?!”

“Sure am.” Jin confidently says but soon he’s being engulfed into a hug by Hoseok who had rushed over to his side.

Hoseok raises his determined fisted hand with a cute pout, “I knew you could do it!” He reaches out his hand and Jin high fives it.

Jungkook sighs, “Man…I want to hurry up and be a doctor already too…”

Chaeyoung turns over to him with a smile, “Don’t worry, we can do it!” She pats him on the back and he shoots her an appreciative look.

Jimin plants himself right in between them, “Alright! Alright! Are we ordering some drinks or not?”

“I’ll take the….” Namjoon squints his eyes and they enlarge when he sees the price. His eyes go down the column, only continuing to widen before he turns to Jimin. “Why is everything here so expensive?”

“Because it has quality.” Jimin explains, hopping over to Namjoon, “Should I just order for everyone?”

“I guess.” You shrug, eyes darting around everywhere. Jimin excitedly nods, rushing over to the waiter.

“So if Jin isn’t Dr. L/N’s intern anymore…” Jungkook brings up, “Then are you internless?”

You chuckle at that, “Unfortunately so. It’s a shame that I’ll be losing such a hard worker.” You smile to Jin and he returns it.

“I’ll miss working with you.” Jin turns to Jungkook, “And you can become a doctor too. Just turn 26 first.”

Jungkook mischievously smiles, “I’ll become one by next year.”

“Is that a bet?” Jin asks but Namjoon interrupts them.

“We shouldn’t be betting in the workplace!!”

“Namjoon we’re in a bar.” Jin says and his eyes flicker for a moment.

“Oh right…”

“Wait a minute. If you’re a doctor now does that mean we’ll have two Dr. Kim’s?!” Jungkook hurriedly says.

“We actually had two Dr. Kim’s from the start…” Namjoon mumbles.

Jungkook gasps, “Now we have three Dr. Kim’s!”

“Why do you like hiring so many people with the last surname?” Hoseok questions, reaching over to pour Yoongi a glass of water.

Namjoon shrugs, “It just happened. But no one really calls me Dr. Kim anyways…”

“Tell me about it.” Jimin plops back down next to Jungkook. “By the way the drinks have been ordered and will be here soon. Does anyone know where Dr. Kim is?”

All eyes suddenly land on you, “What?”

“You usually talk to him. Where is he?” Yoongi asks and you abruptly shrug.

“How am I supposed to know?” Your tone comes off a lot harsher than you intended and even Yoongi looks surprised, but you shake your head, “He’ll be here soon enough.”

“So…” Jungkook begins when the room drops in silence, “Why don’t we just call the Kim’s by their first name.”

“That probably wouldn’t apply to me…” Namjoon says but Jin pitches through.

“I just got the title of doctor and you guys always get addressed by it.” He pouts, “I worked hard for this.”

“Maybe we should just replace Jin’s new position with Dr. Kim instead.” Jimin suggests but a protest come out of Jin.

“What?! No!,” He points an accusing finger at Jimin, “Don’t go around replacing me, I’m irreplaceable!”

Jimin scoffs, “Sureee you are.”

Jungkook scrunches up his nose. “It feels weird calling Jin Dr. Kim…” Even you nod to that, the tone not sounding quite right.

“What is Dr. Kim’s first name anyways?” Jimin asks Namjoon and everyone turns to him expectantly.

“It’s Taehyung.”

The words don’t leave Namjoon’s mouth.

He quickly walks by the crowded table in the pursuit of a chair and finally locates one after a couple of minutes. Dragging it over, his eyes immediately flicker over you and you press on your lips to keep them from smiling as you meet his gaze.

He’s dressed in a light blue dress shirt with white stripes, the tone of it considerably lighter compared to anything you’ve seen on him. He wears it casually, the buttons loosely done and his sleeves pushed back, but the most noticeable characteristic is the absence of his glasses once again.

It’s then he realizes that there isn’t enough space for him to sit beside you when you have Chaeyoung on one side and Jin on the other so he hesitates for a moment. You notice this right away and then spot available space next to Jimin; gesturing with your eyes for him to sit there. He sends you a quick apologetic look and you slightly shake your head when he opts to get seated beside Jimin.

It amazes you how you and Dr. Kim can talk without words and how no one even notices the interaction that took place.

“I’ve never seen you without glasses Dr. Kim.” Chaeyoung remarks, staring at her superior with awe.

“I only wear them at work to focus.” He adjusts himself in his seat, “Who chose the bar?”

“I did.” Jimin retorts, a smirk on his face, “By the way we were wondering if you could give the title of Dr. Kim to Jin.” Jimin says, leaning back in his chair as he awaits for an answer.

“Title?” His eyes flicker over to said man, “You can use it. It doesn’t belong to me.”

“But we can’t have two Dr. Kim’s.” Jin explains but he shakes his head.

“Just call me Taehyung then. Especially outside of work.”

“Alright Taehyung.” Jimin laces an arm around the man and he raises a suspicious brow, “I hope we can be great friends.”

Your drinks finally make there way to your table and not much is said after then as the curiosity swarms around the nature of what Jimin had exactly ordered. A lot of the drinks you weren’t familiar with either, but then everyone begins to try them and your eyes widen when you Jimin turn into a mixer to create bizarre combinations for everyone.

The drink you have isn’t so bad, you suppose, yet your cautious with it because one sip of it had already left a strong taste in your mouth and you weren’t keen on continuously indulging more of it.

Looking around the atmosphere is different but it isn’t uncomfortable. Jimin is serving everyone drinks and talking huge gulps of his own, Namjoon seems to be involved in a hearty conversation with Jin that leads to both of them laughing about something absurd, Yoongi has an iron grip on Hoseok who keeps on insisting that he was recovered enough to join in and the latter doesn’t want to budge while Jungkook attempts to know more about nature of the drinks by carefully looking through the menu with Dr. Kim’s help.

Correction. Taehyung.

Taehyung…

“Dr. L/N?” The girl next to you is on her phone, expectant eyes moving to look at you as she gets up, “Can you come with me for a second?”

You’re surprised, but you don’t suppose your doing much except for watching the commotion before you while you sip on your strange drink so you oblige. She leads you away from your group and stops in front of another table not too far away.

“Dr. L/N, I wanted to introduce you to my friends.” Chaeyoung smiles and your eyes rack over the three intimidating girls seated in a booth. They’re all gorgeous, but at the same time they look like they could take you out right there and then causing you wonder how someone as sweet as Chaeyoung was friends with them.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jisoo.” The one with purple hair says with a smile.

The brown haired one speaks out, raising her drink, “Jennie.”

“I’m Lisa.” The blonde one says and her voice comes out much sweeter compared to her appearance.

“Chaeyoung tells us about you a lot. The doctor that helped her fit in.” Jisoo explains and you’re taken aback, voice stuttering.

“M-Me?”

“Of course Dr. L/N! You’ve helped me so much!” She sits down next to Lisa and gestures for you to join in as well.

You get into conversation with the girls, with Chaeyoung explaining about her internship at the hospital to Lisa and Jennie talking about how they’ve seen Chaeyoung struggle a lot during her college days but are happy she’s now where she wants to be.

“So what are you all doing?”

“I’m working as an office assistant for now.” Jennie says, eyes rolling, “Getting promoted doesn’t seem to be in question though.”

You nod understandably; the corporate world wasn’t the nicest when it came to female workers, “I’m switching through jobs but haven’t really gotten any calls back yet…” Lisa retorts, voice growing smaller.

That is understandable as well with how much the job market keeps declining by the year.

“I’m looking for an internship as well but not many hospitals are hiring currently.” Jisoo explains and instantly your eyes light up.

“You’re looking to be an intern?” She nods.

“What are your credentials?”

“I did my undergraduate degree and just finished medical school last year.”

“Oh,” You pause, “So you haven’t passed the examination yet?”

She shakes her head, “I just completed it but my results haven’t come in yet.”

“I see…” You nod, “Well once you get your results….I don’t mind taking you in as my intern.”

Jisoo immediately gasps and Chaeyoung looks at you in wonder, “Really Dr. L/N? You’ll take in Jisoo?”

“Well I need to talk to Namjoon about it first.” You honestly warn her, “But Jin is no longer my intern and I can always use the extra help from someone qualified.”

Jisoo smiles and thanks you while Chaeyoung launches herself towards you for a hug and you laugh when tears start to escape from her eyes. Jisoo ends up taking out tissues and handing them to her, “Sorry about this doctor, she’s been worried about me for a while now.” Jisoo apologetically says but you shake your head.

“It’s alright, and you can just call me Y/N.”

The conversation continues and for some reason you find yourself relaxing a lot more. You wonder if its because you’re constantly around the guys that having some decent girl time was never part of your day. That being said though, the conversation does take a different turn.

“He brought me flowers for our anniversary.” Jennie says, a triumph smile on her face and a collective ‘aw’ echoes through the room when you all burst out into giggles.

“What about you Y/N?” Lisa eagerly questions. “Anyone special in your life?’

“U-Uh…” You’re not sure if you should bring it up, considering Chaeyoung was with you, “There is someone…”

A loud ‘Ooh’ resonates through the girls and you shyly laugh, “Oh my gosh you’re blushing!” Chaeyoung squeals.

“What is he like??” Jennie exclaims and you smile.

“He’s hardworking and really observant.” You begin, “but he has a kind side to him and he shows it behind the scenes.”

The girls are listening to you with wide lovestruck smiles, “He also has a sense of humour. I wish I could see it more often though.” You chuckle and everyone lets out a sigh.

“What about you Chaeyoung?” Lisa questions. “Anything go on with you and that doctor?”

“That doctor?” You playfully question and she shakes her head from the furious blushing.

“I d-don’t know yet.”

“What was his name…” Jisoo narrows her eyes, “Oh! Park! Dr. Park right?”

Your eyes immediately widen and you look at her astonished to which she tries to shrink away from your gaze. “Really? Jimin?”

A grimace comes on her face from the mention and Jennie raises her voice, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m still not sure.” She looks to you, “He’s just so flirty and bold…”

A collective hum resonates through, “I know he seems like that but he’s a sweet and stable guy underneath Chaeyoung, I can assure you of that.” You say and she smiles at you.

Jisoo pumps out a fist, “We only like sweet and stable men in this household!”

“What household we’re in a bar?!” Jennie exclaims and all of you laugh but Jisoo still has a confident smile on her lips.

“Um Y/N?” A male voice suddenly breaks into the collection of female voices and even you’re surprised to see him.

“Jimin?” You ask, getting up as he appears to not meet your eyes, gaze fixated on the ground.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” He hurriedly questions, looking more nervous by the minute and you raise an eyebrow at that. You quickly wave to the girls, saying you’ll be back and they understandably nod.

Jimin looks frazzled when he abruptly drags you in the corner and starts mumbling in a hushed whisper.

“Okay so you need to promise not to kill me.“

“Jimin…” His eyes are darting back and forth and you already know what this means, “What did you do…?”

“I seriously thought it was just a fruity drink. Honestly I-“

“Jimin.” Your tone changes, “What. Did. You. Do.”

He taps his fingers against each other, “Um so….I might have of accidentally gotten Taehyung drunk…”

Your jaw drops down and you’re instantly fuming with anger, “JIMIN!”

“I’m sorry!! I didn’t know there was alcohol in it…” He mumbles but your eyes are darting everywhere.

“Where is he?” You grit out and Jimin points in the direction for you to rush over.

To be honest, saying that you’re scared is a complete understatement.

You’re petrified.

“Too bitter.” He explains, “It’s the same for alcohol, it’s too bitter for me.”

“Y/N!” Jin exclaims from across the table, “What are you doing over there?? Join us!”

You cautiously walk over and the sight before you is simple enough – Namjoon talking to Yoongi about some heated discussion, Hoseok is scrambling to find his drink as Jin watches him and laughs but then your eyes take you somewhere else and your jaw drops.

“This one doesn’t taste so bad!” A loud voice pitches through and for a second you blink, for it sounded so different you were having difficulty recognizing it.

“I found one that tastes like banana milk!!” Another voice, specifically of a young intern pitches through.

“Really?! Lemme tryyy!” The voice retorts and its then you find them in their own corner, handing each other drinks with curious looks.

“Dear god…” You whisper, leaning against the wall and they instantly turn to you with smiles.

“Dr. L/N!!” Jungkook yells, racing over to you and dragging you down to sit on the floor, “You should try this one! It tastes like banana milk!”

“Um yeah….” You put the glass he hands you down, “I don’t think so…”

Your eyes move over to someone else, completely frozen when you attempt to take in who exactly was in front of you because it surely was not Dr. Kim.

He turns over to you, a sheepish smile as his cheeks are tinted pink when he whispers in a shy voice. “Hi.”

“Hi...?” You almost want to laugh at the way he happily shuffles over to you and you are so glad that you’re getting to witness this side of him. “So Jimin tells me you’re drunk?” You raise an eyebrow.

He nods furiously, “He said the drink has strawberries.” He rocks back and forth, legs crossed, “And strawberries are sweet.” He leans over to your ear, “Like you.”

He bursts out in giggles and Jungkook laughs with him for no reason as your cheeks are colored a rose shade.

“Alright.” You get up, ushering them to follow you, “Time to put an end to this party.”

They both look at you with pleading faces and you almost feel like you’re a parent supervising her two children because you don’t budge.

If he keeps talking like this, who knows what else he’ll do.

“Come onnnnn.” He whines, a pout on his face, “I wanted to try more of them.”

“If you keep trying them then a certain person named Jimin isn’t going to make it through the night.”

“Let’s leave Jimin alive and healthy please!” A voice shouts from the other side of the room as you bring him back to the table.

Sitting then down, you attempt to collect your belongings, “What’s the rush Y/N?” Jin slurs, already drunk himself.

“I need to drop these two off home because they can’t drive.” He hums understandably and once you have your coat on, you turn to Dr. Kim.

“Give me your keys.” You reach out as a way for him to place the metallic object in your hand but he shakes his head and then suddenly you’re being whisked off his feet.

A yelp leaves your lips as you close your eyes to brace impact yet when you open them, you’ve landed in a place in front of everyone’s eyes to witness.

Right on top of his lap.

Instantly the heat rushes to you when the questionable gazes dart over, “T-That’s very funny Dr. Kim.” You feign the most fake laugh you have ever produced in your entire life.

But then his arms trace over and leave a trail of goosebumps when he nuzzles himself in your hair, “You smell like strawberries.” He lets out a giggle, “I like strawberries.” He proceeds to hug you closer to him and you are full on panicking at this point.

Everyone’s staring! Y/N do something!!

“Yes, yes I smell like a strawberry, now let me go.” You whisper the last part and wrench his arms off quickly to dust yourself off but he pouts.

You take a look around and everyone looks shocked to the point where they’re frozen.

This isn’t going to be easy to explain afterwards.

A sudden flash passes by when Dr. Kim lifts his hand and you instantly snatch the keys away from him. “Alright then! See you all later!” You squeak out, ignoring the high pitch of your voice.

The ride home is just as disastrous, with a semi-drunk Jungkook telling you he was hungry for banana milk every five seconds and you eventually having to buy some for him out of frustration. He surprisingly calms down afterwards and is no longer a thorn in your side once he waves at you and leaves to go into his own home.

“Now that that is over…” You glance at Dr. Kim, seated in the passenger seat with a huge smile watching you, “It’s time for you to go home.”

“You’re driving my car.” He shyly giggles at that and you quirk an amused look, “Oh! Oh! Also-“ He pokes at your arm to get your attention when you’re about to reverse the car. “I don’t have my house keys.”

You widen your eyes, immediately shifting the car back to park and he looks worried like a child that was going to be scolded. “You don’t have your house keys?”

He innocently shakes his head and you groan. You thought Jungkook was a headache to deal with when drunk but Dr. Kim has to prove you wrong on that.

Your mind racks around for a possible solution and eventually narrows down onto one, much to your own dislike, “Do you…” You sigh, looking at him and he curiously gazes at you, “Do you just want to stay over at my place?”

Laughter bubbles out of him when he claps his hands, “Okay!”

This is not Dr. Kim. You remind yourself. This is some childlike version of Dr. Kim that is partially insane.

The struggle of getting home is even worse with Dr. Kim as his curiosity runs wildfire when he’s drunk and you are completely exhausted answering a wide array of his wondering questions. The moment your apartment comes into view, you’re jumping for joy when you hurriedly open the door on his side and gesture for him to get out.

“Here it is.” You point to your apartment but then realize he’s actually already seen it, conveniently when you decided to drag him in…

Shuffling your keys, the door opens and he almost stumbles in but you’re quick to catch him, “Are you okay?”

“My head hurts a bit…” He whines, holding onto you when you drag him to your couch.

“Stay here, I’ll get you something for it.” You go into your kitchen and rack through the cabinets until you find your medical supplies.

“Here.” You set the tablet down with some water, “Just take it with this.”

He obediently nods and you almost want to laugh at the sudden reversal. If you had been in the same position, you would have surely thrown some type of tantrum. “Sleep here for tonight, I’ll grab you some pillows and blankets.”

“On the couchhh?” He whines, “I don’t want to!!”

You quickly come back with the supplies, “You have to sleep Dr. Kim.”

“Why do you keep saying that??” He abruptly gets up.

You start to set down the pillow and blankets, “Saying what?”

“Calling me Dr. Kim! I told everyone they could call me Taehyung!” His volume increases and it’s similar to the argument you had in Namjoon’s office.

“U-Um well I-“ Suddenly the blanket falls from your hands and you’re being pinned against the wall when his hands resting on each side.

“Y/N.”

His tone drops in a deeper one at the mention of your name, no longer brimming with his innocent tone causing you to gasp. “Say it.” He commands, his entire vibe switches back into his stern one.

You can seem to look anywhere else but at his dark eyes, piercing into you when you can’t breathe properly anymore, “Ta-Tae…” A deep red blush coats your cheeks when you suck in another breath, “Tae-Taehyung.” You finally annunciate it, smiling at him but he leans in and soon the thought is completely forgotten when he presses his lips to your own.

Your eyes immediately flutter shut and you melt against him as he gently lowers himself to hold you in his arms. He tilts head to the side and presses his lips closer as he savours the moment for as long as he can. You clutch onto his shirt, trying to keep yourself steady when the strength in your own legs dissipates.

You slowly break apart and his half-lidded gaze stares at you with such adoration then you could possibly comprehend. He caresses your cheek and chuckles underneath his breath, “You finally said it properly.” He whispers, tugging you into his arms.

You can’t fathom what he even means by that but he only holds you closer to him, “Y/N.” Your name slipping off of his deep tone causes shivers to run down your spine and you can only muster the will to hum in response, “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Although hesitant with the response at first, you can’t deny the part of you that is concerned about him, “A-Alright.”

He slowly detaches from you, bringing you over to the couch where he lies down and gestures for you to join him. Once you do, he drapes the blanket over you and laces his arm around your torso as he keeps you in a protective lock. A content sigh escapes him when you move to place your head on his chest and deep unsaid words bubble out from him. “Don’t leave me Y/N.” He mumbles, eyes beginning to droop into sleep.

“I won’t.” You whisper, clutching onto him when the words sounds so broken coming from him.

“Please don’t leave me again.” He moves his hands to completely envelope you against him, “Please.”

His voice cracks at the hand and you absolutely can’t stand how he’s almost pleading with you. However, your firm answer does grant him some peaceful sleep for the night.

“I’ll always stay with you Taehyung.”

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prompt: “want to make out?” pairing: keith/lance notes: soft klance for days, yo.

Keith is sitting there in the stove top light, going over the assignments for tomorrow, as any good team leader would, when he hears the soft scuffle of boots in the hall, quickly approaching. He sets his half-gone mug of coffee back down on the counter top and lifts his eyes from the tablet screen in front of him to look at the dark doorway.

Lance swings into view, looking far too bright-eyed for the late hour. He’s half-dressed; his uniform jacket hangs open in the front, the sleek, black turtleneck underneath clinging to him like a second skin, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His hair looks as though he’s done nothing but run his hands through it for hours and the yellow light from the stove falls across half of his face, turning his skin the color of warm butterscotch.

“So you are alive,” Keith says, his voice rough from hours of disuse.

Lance beams at him, pausing in the doorway. The look on his face tells him that he hadn’t expected to find company here. It also tells him that he’s glad he has. “Can’t get rid of me that easily, Kogane. Did ya miss me?”

He always misses Lance when they’re not together, but he still doesn’t know how to say that out loud. “You should eat,” he says instead, peeling his eyes away to focus back on the tablet.

“You read my mind. I am starving,” Lance admits and there’s the flicker of his shadow as he crosses in front of the light towards the cupboards on the other side of the kitchen. “I bet Hunk made something really delicious. Aw man, you should have woken me up.”

Keith grabs his coffee without looking up and takes a sip. “There’s a plate for you in the fridge,” he says simply.

The sound of Lance’s footsteps come to a stop and then change directions towards him. He glances up just in time to see Lance place one hand on the counter and then lean in, his lips brushing against the hair at Keith’s temple. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and Keith can feel warmth, all velvet and smooth and candlelight soft, rising in his chest. Lance pulls back and looks down at him with tenderness that Keith will spend his whole life making sure he deserves.

“You worked hard today; you earned that nap,” Keith tells him, running his thumb absently along the edge of his mug.

Lance rolls his eyes, but his smile is unwavering and so fond that it makes Keith’s chest hurt. “So did everyone else. You’re not giving little ol’ me special treatment just because I’m your boyfriend, are you, team leader?”

“No.” And it’s true, really, that Lance both deserved the nap and that he worked hard today. Keith doesn’t think that qualifies as special treatment at all.

Lance scoffs, the tease evident in his expression. “Then why do I even bother?”

Keith smirks, because there are about 10 different things in his arsenal that would make Lance eat those words, but looks he back at his tablet and takes another sip of coffee. “Eat, Lance.”

Lance pats his shoulder as he moves towards the fridge. “Fine, fine. What are you still doing up, anyway?”

“Going over our assignments for tomorrow. The Garrison has been breathing down Shiro’s neck about crap military standards, or something, so I figure it makes him look good if we’re prepared.” He flicks his wrist for a new page and continues to read.

“Really? You should have told me.” Lance makes so much noise pulling the plate out of the fridge and putting it in the microwave it’s a wonder that anyone in the compound is still asleep. Keith finds himself smiling about it, shaking his head slightly, thinking that he must be weird if even Lance’s inability to be quiet at midnight is endearing.

“It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it,” Keith says.

“Can you at least let me read, too?”

“If you want to.”

“Oh, you know I want to.” Keith doesn’t have to turn around to know that Lance is probably waggling his eyebrows or making some other exaggerated expression. Instead, he pulls out the stool beside him and gives it a pat, looking up at nothing in particular as he waits for Lance’s food to finish re-heating.

They sit in silence for a good fifteen minutes. Lance eats quickly beside him and Keith holds his hand under the table, their intertwined fingers resting on top of Keith’s thigh. His thumb rubs idle patterns against Lance’s skin, slow and lazy, their attention on the tablet as they finish reading through Shiro’s instructions together.

“So...Keith.”

“Hmm?” Keith turns off the tablet and looks over at Lance, who is leaning on the counter with his elbow, his cheek propped up in his free hand. He’s giving Keith an overly innocent look, all wide eyes and lifted eyebrows. The stove light turns him into a pretty silhouette, soft and warm around the edges, and Keith is helpless to the urge that has him bringing the back of Lance’s captive hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss there.

“I’m not tired,” Lance says. “Obviously. I just napped for, like, six hours.”

“Mm.” Keith drops their hands back to his lap, but there is heat in the pit of his stomach that asks for more.

“And judging by the amount of caffeine I know you just inhaled, you’re not tired either.”

“I guess not.”

“I think we should reward ourselves for doing our homework.”

Lance really isn’t subtle at all and Keith still hasn’t figured out if that’s on purpose or not. “Of course,” he obliges.

“Sooo…” Lance moves his eyes in a wide loop before smiling boyishly at Keith. “Want to make out?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Lance laughs as Keith pulls him off the stool and towards the door, leaving both the dirty dishes and the tablet on the counter. “Where are we going?”

Keith looks over his shoulder at him as he drags Lance into the dark hallway. “To make out.”

Lance smothers his answering laughter into the palm of his free hand and Keith doesn’t let him go, quickly skirting through the empty hallways and passing the Garrison soldiers on night patrol without a single glance. The walk to Keith’s destination is taking longer than Lance apparently expected, because he starts complaining about five minutes later.

“Keith,” he moans dramatically, long and drawn out, “ugh, for real, where are we going? I wanna kiss you.”

Keith abruptly stops and drags Lance in close, claiming his mouth in one chaste kiss before pulling away, drawing on all the willpower he has not to crowd Lance up against the wall right here in the middle of a hallway. It’s too dark to see Lance’s expression as he faces forward again and continues walking, but he thinks that Lance is probably smiling that dopey smile he gets when Keith indulges him.

There are plenty of dark corners around here; Keith doesn’t have to take Lance all the way down here, to the education buildings. But he’s had this idea for a while now, and he knows that Lance will appreciate it, the same way that Lance appreciates pretty much any of Keith’s ideas. Especially when they involve sneaking around and kissing.

“Do you have a make out spot from the good old days I don’t know about?” Lance whispers as Keith leads him down the last hallway.

“No,” he replies quietly. “Do you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not the one dragging us all the way down to the--” he stops short as Keith slowly opens the last door and pulls Lance in after him. “Oh my god, Keith.”

Keith finds himself grinning as Lance’s footsteps quicken beside him.

“Oh my god, Keith. Who even are you. These are the--these are the flying simulators.”

He pulls Lance right up to the door of one pod and punches in the keycode he might have asked Pidge to hack several days ago. Not expressly for make out purposes, but this is a gigantic perk. “We can’t fly it,” Keith explains, “but--”

The door slides open and the interior is glowing a warm, dim orange, the simulation screen pitch black. Before Keith can take another step, Lance sandwiches his face between his hands, squishing his cheeks, forcing Keith to look at him.

“You brought me all the way down to the flying simulators to make out?” Lance’s voice is highly questioning, like he’s trying to figure something very important out.

“Yes…?” The word is higher than usual at the end and he raises an eyebrow, trying to gauge Lance’s reaction in just the low light of the simulation room.

“I love you so much. How are you real.”

Keith grins again, his cheeks squishing even more under Lance’s hands, and then his palms are finding Lance’s narrow waist and pulling him in until he’s flush against the line of his body. The hands on his cheeks brush back through the ends of Keith’s hair, arms wrapping around his neck. He breathes out, a gentle little tremor, and leans in, and then they’re kissing.

He walks Lance backwards into the simulator and pauses only briefly to hit a button on the inside to close the door, his hand fumbling before it finds its mark.

Lance hums against his mouth happily, half a chuckle, and then sighs and Keith can feel the way he melts into him, the way Lance lays himself against Keith’s chest and holds on tight. Keith slides one hand up and under the back of Lance’s jacket, pressing his palm to the delicious hollow between his shoulder blades and relishing the sound of approval that purrs in Lance’s throat.

“Would this be considered ‘special treatment?’” Lance breathes out as Keith settles down into the pilot’s chair and pulls Lance onto his lap. He quickly slides the jacket off of Lance’s shoulders and kisses the line of his jaw as Lance’s fingers make quick work on the buttons on Keith’s jacket.

“Well,” Keith murmurs, his mouth moving slowly towards the corner of his jaw and then down along the elegant line of Lance’s neck, “you’re special to me.”

Lance sighs, tipping his head back as his hands wrench open the last of the jacket and then slide sensually down Keith’s chest. “I bet you say that to all of your make out boys,” he says, voice airy, teasing again.

“Just one.” Heat burns through Keith like a shot of hard liquor when he opens his mouth and is rewarded with a throaty sound, vibrating there against his tongue. He tugs at the hem of Lance’s shirt and inches his fingers underneath, slow enough to heighten the anticipation, but quick enough to ease his own desperation.

“Who--Who is he?” Lance demands indignantly, playfully, but it’s weak and breathless and it has Keith’s stomach sinking deeper in on itself.

“You don’t know him,” he says, working open-mouthed kisses back up to Lance’s cheek.

Lance laughs at that, almost too loud and Keith’s heart trips over itself again, falling the way it does whenever Lance exists in any proximity to him. And it seems impossible, that someone like Lance with his unending kindness and his selfless approach to love could want someone like Keith, who is still learning how to trust people to stay. His hands and mouth become a little more hurried, a little more wanting, gripping at the hot skin beneath his touch and murmuring silent confessions against bitten red lips.

Lance then cups Keith’s jaw, slowing him down, guiding him in for a more tender kiss. His voice is so gentle and unbearably fond that Keith can scarcely breathe. “Hey, darling, we got time.”

They do have time. And Keith makes every last second count.

#taylor writes things #klance #kl fic #wow i'm still posting shit after midnight why do i stay up this late #BUT UHHH I LIKE THIS ONE A LOT #so many kisses #so very many kisses #i hope i still like it when i wake up LOL

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A Gentlemen’s Bet

“How about we make things interesting?” John suggested, his chapped lips pressed into a devious sneer. “I’ll give you once last chance. I’ll let you raise me to all in.” His deep voice commanded the room, drawing all eyes to him. He was a real man’s man, pushing 50 with crisp blue eyes, a thick head of gray hair, and a gut stretching the middle of his polo shirt.

I narrowed my eyes and pointed out, “But I don’t have anything else to bet.” Every dollar my wife had let me bring was already in the pot. But he had my attention, even Hank and Greg sidled back up the table to see if I could pull out the win and take home the cash John had already won off them.

John leaned back in his chair, savoring my poorly-concealed desperation, and finally said, “You know, you’ve always had a big mouth. Gossip like a girl and talk a bigger game than you ever bring.” The guys leaned in interestedly, but I was wary. He went on, “So put that mouth in the pot and we’ll settle this.”

“My mouth?” I repeated, baffled.

“If I win, I get to put your big mouth to work on my big dick,” he declared, raising his voice over Hank and Greg’s uproarious laughter.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Don’t be an asshole. It’s seriously not funny.”

“Yeah. I’m not kidding,” John smugly declared. “Are you in or not?” The whole room went quiet until I could hear my heart pounding. I anxiously inspected my hand, a Jack high straight, and thought of the nearly $2,000 at stake. He was just fucking with me, I thought. He just wanted to rattle me and I wasn’t about to flinch first.

“You’ve got a deal,” I replied. “All-in it is.”

My eyes went wide as he pushed every dollar he’d won into the pot and said, “Let’s see ‘em then.”

I trembled as I lay my cards on the table. I tried to be confident, but my words came out in a whisper, “Jack high straight.” I almost jumped for joy when John frowned, but when our eyes met, the corners of his mouth rose into a grin as he lay down a Queen high straight.

Nobody said a word as John and I stared at each other. He drank in the sight of my crestfallen face and dominated my gaze until I lowered my eyes to the table. John broke out into a gleeful smile and said, “Looks like all’s left is for me to claim my winnings. You guys want to watch?”

Hank and Greg just looked over at me and slowly, horrifyingly smirked. I stood up on shaky legs and stammered, “Well, I should get going. Good game, guys. I had—”

Greg raised a silencing hand. He was the host, a king in his own castle, and he said, “A bet’s a bet, man. You’ve gotta settle up.”

John pushed his chair back and spread his legs, fondling the sizable bulge in his jeans. He suggested, “Why don’t you get the three of us another round of beers before you start, cocksucker?”

Hank nodded in agreement and said, “I’ll actually have a bourbon on the rocks.”

The three men stared at me expectantly until, in a daze, I glided to the bar. They grinned at each other as I poured and returned with a round of drinks. John shook his head when I raised my beer to my lips, and he said, “Now, now, you’ve got work to do so I’ll have that.” The man held out his hand until I reluctantly pressed my glass into it and was rewarded by his deep voice rumbling, “Good boy.”

“Fuck you guys,” I sighed as I sank to my knees at my best friends’ feet as they shuffled their chairs close around me. I scooted forward between John’s widespread legs and reached out toward his belt, but he grabbed my wrist in his powerful hand.

They all chuckled as he said, “Well, aren’t you eager. But I need a little more romancing than that. Why don’t you strip for us, slut?”

“Oh come on,” I protested, but quickly succumbed. I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly revealing a chest still smooth and slender as it was when I was in my twenties. Greg whistled appreciatively and rubbed his hand over his own crotch. I blushed and sighed, but discarded the shirt and went to work on my jeans. It would only get worse when they saw my briefs.

Hank snorted into his bourbon when he caught glimpse of my tight-fitting, bright red briefs, and he taunted, “Damn, I wish my wife wore panties half that nice.” The others murmured in agreement but I just kept my eyes down as I peeled off my jeans.

Stripped down to my briefs, I looked up at John’s mocking face as he slowly shook his head and commanded, “Lose the panties.” I wanted to run, to storm out, but the sternness of the man’s voice as he stared down at me broke my resistance. I pulled my briefs down my legs and threw them aside, finally kneeling naked between my three best friends with my diminutive manhood on display. John smiled with a strange sort of warmth and said, “Perfect.”

It wasn’t the first time any of us had seen each other naked, but it was far different. I was reduced. The three men seemed to swell and tower over me as I became less than. I should have felt humiliated, but mostly I just felt eager. When John nodded his approval and allowed me to unbuckle his belt, I felt a shameful flood of excitement.

His body was warm beneath my fingertips as I struggle to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly. He lifted himself to let me slide them down around his ankles and reveal a pair of flannel boxers bulging with the John’s still soft and much renowned cock. The wives remarked about it on occasion, in their sideways fashion. We’d all seen it, but only soft. Even so it hung about half a foot down his thigh and I found myself wondering just how much the thing could grow.

I fished him through the fly of his boxers as he gulped down the last drops of my beer and grinned at our buddies. I could feel their hot breath on my shoulders as they leaned in to watch. John’s cock gushed the sweaty, pheromone-rich smell of a long day into my nostrils. I winced at the stench, but my mouth watered nonetheless. His icy eyes met mine as he grabbed his big floppy dick in one hand and the back of my head in the other.

The meaty mushroom at the tip of his shaft squished against my closed lips, smearing them with a sheen of the man’s precum. “Open up, princess,” John demanded.

“Fuck—” I started to say, but he shoved himself inside me and let me feel the immense heft of his manhood depressing my tongue. He pulled me close, burying my nose in his pungent boxers and letting his still-soft cock tickle my throat.

John let out a moan and he grunted, “Damn, his mouth was made for this.”

“It feels good?” Greg asked in a strained, eager voice.

“Like a pussy on his face,” John chuckled. “Those big, full lips are squeezing me and damn… that tongue.” I hadn’t realized what I was doing, but he was right. My lips were massaging the base of his shaft as my tongue teased along its massive underbelly, and with every moment I felt his flesh stiffen and swell. His floppy cock reached down into my throat just before it began to firm up. As he thickened, he stretched me open around him and held my head in his lap. “Fuck. I’m going to bust the biggest nut down his throat.”

“Fuck yeah,” Hank muttered close to my ear, “is it weird that I’m getting hard just watching this?”

“You’re not the only one,” Greg admitted with a laugh. “He looks like a little bitch on his knees like that, doesn’t he?” He put a hand on my back and pushed me harder into John’s crotch as I gagged, sputtering up spit that just lubed his cock. John started fucking my face, holding my head in both hands and using me like a fleshlight.

“He’s actually got a nice ass too,” Hank whispered, grabbing a fistful of my cheek and rubbing a thick finger against my virgin hole. “You ever fuck a girl in the ass?”

John let out a pleasurable sigh before he said, “Jess let me one time, but she barely lasted five minutes before she made me stop.”

Greg laughed and said, “Well, yeah, you’re hung like a fucking moose. I actually spent my whole freshman year fucking my roommate since it beat jerking off when I got horny.”

“Damn,” Hank exclaimed, “that’s a good point. I’ve always wondered what it felt like, but Beth would never go for it.”

John ruffled my hair and said, “I bet this bitch wouldn’t mind having her pussy popped open. What do you think, slut?”

For the first time in almost five minutes, he let me pull my lips up off his cock. Looking down, the enormity of the man finally sunk in as I watched almost nine inches of flesh slide out of me like a perverted magic trick, leaving my throat with a foreign feeling of longing emptiness. I sputtered and protested, “Guys, I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t know about—”

Hank had pulled over an ottoman and Greg grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up off the ground, burying my face against John’s thigh. Hank slid the ottoman under my chest so I was bent over it with my knees hanging just off the ground. He hurriedly came behind me, kicking my feet to the side as he kneeled and hugged his body over mine. He ran his fingers over my ass as he whispered, “Come on, baby. We all see the way you’re slobbering on John. We always wondered about you, and now the secret’s out. It’s gonna feel good. I promise.”

I let out a little moan when Hank rubbed his bulging jeans against my bare ass, and the guys all grinned. John declared, “Sounds like someone’s horny for more cock, Hank. Why don’t you indulge him?” John grabbed me and shoved his dripping wet manhood back down my throat, and I heard the telltale sound of unzipping jeans just before Hank rubbed his slick, hard cock against my clenched hole.

“It helps if you eat him out, especially if he’s a virgin,” Greg offered.

Hank scoffed, “Man, isn’t that a little gross?”

“Naw, man. It’s fucking fun. Here, let me get him ready for you,” Greg said as he pushed him out of the way and knelt behind me. His thick scruff scraped against my smooth cheeks just before he ran his tongue over my hole. Despite myself, I moaned around John’s cock and it just egged the men on. I clenched my fingers into John’s thighs as Greg bashed his tongue against me, battering at the door eager to slide into me. “His pussy tastes fucking great,” he mumbled into me.

In the same moment, John pushed back down my throat and Greg’s tongue breached my unyielding ass. I trembled with the flood of sensation as my friend stretched me open.

“Oh fuck,” John growled through clenched teeth, “he’s milking the shit out of me. I’m gonna cum.” His words didn’t fill me with anger, disgust, or even relief. Instead, my skin tingled with anticipation as I felt his shaft pulse against my lips. A rush of cum flooded into my throat, and when his hand went limp, I pulled back, not out of a desire to escape but an urge to soak my tongue and coat my mouth with the man’s hot, thick seed.

He fed me mouthfuls of the ropy white goop, leaning back in his chair with occasional spasms of pleasure as his potent cock pumped out a fresh burst. All three of the men bellowed taunts and jeers, but I was deaf to everything but the flood filling my stomach. I didn’t even notice when it ended, when I was uselessly suckling at a dry shaft, until John ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my lips close until they were tight around the base of his softening member.

“Is his ass ready?” Hank’s eager voice broke my trance. I suddenly noticed the fullness of Greg’s tongue inside me when he pulled it out and made way. Hank grabbed my hips and used that leverage to power a merciless thrust that sent his cock blowing past my loosened hole into the depths of my virgin tunnel.

I howled around John’s flesh, squirming against the men until Greg mounted me, sitting astride my back to pin me to the ground. My hands scrambled until John grabbed me by the wrists and pressed them to his thighs. I was utterly helpless to Hank’s primal rutting inside me.

“Definitely a virgin,” Greg chuckled as he lay his rigid cock across my back. Hank bottomed out inside me and bucked up against the heavy man atop me, but Greg just let his weight sink down as he smacked his manhood against my soft skin. He snorted, “He’s a good ride though. Nice and spirited.”

John laughed, “He’ll be broken by the time the night’s over.”

“I’ve never fucked a hole like this,” Hank said. “His ass keeps trying to push me out, but it just feels like fucking heaven on my dick.”

“Damn,” John muttered, “I’ll have to try that next time.”

“Right?” Greg agreed. “He’s definitely gonna be our poker pussyboy from now on. Aren’t you, girl?” He patted me on the head. “Kneeling under the table while the men play.”

“Oh man, that’s weirdly hot,” Hank rasped. “I think I’m gonna cum.” His heavy hips slammed into my butt hard enough to leave a bruise, never resting for long.

Greg whipped his cock against my back between strokes and his voice was strained when he said, “I’ll try to finish at the same time.” Hank’s guttural groan came quickly, and Greg echoed it a few seconds later. John humped his soft cock back into my throat and the constant smell of his crotch was blocked from my nose. Hank’s nuts slapped against my ass one last time before his manhood started filling my virgin hole with his breeding juice. A long rope of cum burst from Greg, trailing from the back of my head halfway down my back, and it was followed by many more until warm goo coated my shoulders and neck.

All the while, I could do nothing but wiggle underneath the three men as my rigid little dick spilled its bounty on the ottoman. I wanted to rage, to fight back, but the notion felt so far away at that point. A quiet, but growing, part of me wanted more. It liked this feeling, this humiliation and disempowerment. There’s a peace of mind in submission, and it was proving intoxicating.

It was many minutes before my best friends untangled from my cum-filled and drenched body, standing with flaccid cocks hanging out of their jeans and going on as if nothing just happened. When I slowly rose, Greg’s load traveled down my back in thick rivulets. Hank’s dripped from my stretched hole. John’s settled in my stomach and what was left outside me already dried on my face.

The three regarded me with lascivious grins, no longer seeing me as the fourth amigo, but instead as a dominated bitch to be used. It was a strange feeling, to be finally seen for the person I’ve always known myself to be.

John grunted, “You look like you could use that drink.”

“Yeah,” I said in a small voice with an exhausted smile. “That was pretty intense.”

“Sure thing. I’m just about done with it,” he boomed and lowered his bottle mouth to the tip of his cock. I watched, transfixed, as his stream began to flow, rapidly recycling the beer back into its bottle. Hank and Greg grabbed empties and began brewing their own drinks for me. John just grinned at my forlorn expression until his piss overflowed from the bottle and puddled on the floor in front of him.

John offered the bottle to me but I just shook my head. He laughed and said, “Your choice, but I sure got plenty of pictures of you with my big dick down your throat. Wouldn’t it be a shame if those got around?” I stared down at the offered bottle and hesitantly accepted it. John insisted, “Now let’s see you gulp this one down. We were nice enough to brew you up something and now we want to see you enjoy it.”

I pressed the bottle to my lips, tasting the man’s potent piss on the rim. I paused, and John pressed his fingertips to the bottle and slowly tipped it toward my mouth. The flavor filled my mouth, making me cough and sputter as I struggled to shotgun the warm, bitter drink. They all grinned and laugh, savoring the sight of my ultimate emasculation. I choked on the last gulp.

“Nice job, pussyboy,” Greg praised, patting me on the shoulder as he pressed his bottle into my other hand. “Now drink up. And don’t forget to lick up everything John spilled. Only polite to leave my house clean as you found it.”

Warm bottle against my palm. Perverse grins on my friends’ faces. Seed swishing around my insides. It was all so wrong, but it felt so right, and the only protest I managed to muster was a meekly whispered, “Yes, sir.”

I’d lost the bet, but in truth, I hadn’t put up anything I wasn’t willing to lose.

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