#zayn fanfic

[jqhotchner]

midnight sky

what you were doing was absolutely insane! you just met the man not even twenty four hours ago. but the connection the two of you had was incredible, almost like you were made for each other. maybe you were.

the day started off like every other morning. you groaned as your alarm clock went off, got out of bed, took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, and finally made it down town to your favorite local coffee shop.

you ordered a basic coffee and a pastry before sitting in your normal spot, far in the back. you took your laptop out of your bag and began grading papers, groaning and rolling your eyes at the students who didn’t turn in a paper yet.

after about thirty minutes you heard commotion outside. normally you’d ignore it. it’s new york city after all, it was always filled with nosy people. today was different! flashes came from the window, almost blinding you more than the sun.

you heard people screaming as if someone fell and died. you looked up and saw the paparazzi outside. frowning, you grabbed your things and headed for the door.

“shit! im sorry, love!”

groaning at your coffee spilling on the ground, you were ready to yell at whoever this pretentious actor or whatever he was! not caring if the media and his fans tore you a new one.

“watch where you—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. from his buzzed hair cut, beautiful brown eyes, tattooed neck, and his attire. he was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

“are you alright, babe?” even his accent was perfect.

“uh—yeah—yeah! im sorry.”

he chuckles, “it’s my fault, really.”

you were frozen. completely mesmerized by this beautiful man in front of you. your heart skipped a beat.

“it’s fine—um, i should get going.” you began walking away, pushing through the loads of paps. you needed to get far away so you could get that man out of your mind.

unfortunately the moment you got home you looked him up. you needed to know who he was and where he was from. you searched the location of the coffee shop and found tmz reporting the images.

“zayn malik. fuck, even his name is perfect!” you dived into everything zayn malik and began to sigh. soon you find his instagram, noticing he only had a few post. you assumed he deleted his old post due to him starting a new era for his next album.

biting your lip you sigh as you close your eyes processing. god, where you an idiot for even thinking about messaging him. maybe? you knew he probably got thousands of messages everyday, but it was something about him. you click on his profile, clicked on message, and began typing.

‘hi..god, you probably won’t see this, most likely won’t even open it, won’t bat an eye, but i thought i should text you. i guess im intrigued you could say.’

you wait patiently until you heard your phone vibrate. you had never picked up your phone so quickly. you smiled hugely when you saw it was him that sent you a message.

‘hey! normally i don’t open this app unless im posting something about me music or a selfie. coffee shop girl, right?’

smiling, you typed,

‘yeah! sorry about spilling that coffee by the way. im normally not that clumsy.’

‘haha!’

‘it’s cool, babe. got a three year old! use to clumsy.’

‘oh? didn’t noticed you had a kid. gonna be honest, i kinda went on a bit of a stalker session finding you.’

‘really? that’s cute!’

‘yeah! got a daughter. she’s the sweetest thing even!’

‘i love kids! i always wanted to teach kids instead of middle schoolers. kids love the color and draw. middle schoolers love to gossip and fight.’

‘ha! not ready for that at all!’

‘you’re a teacher, huh? that was my career path before i became a musician.’

‘i enjoy teaching! wanted to since i could remember!’

‘you guys are doing great work! deserve a pay raise!!’

‘tell that to the us government. 😩’

‘fuck them all!!!’

‘agreed!’

‘how bout i meet you up for a coffee? promise, no paps this time?’

‘right now?’

‘yeah…is that okay, babe?’

‘yeah—yeah! ill be there in twenty.’

‘cool! see you soon ;)’

you never got ready so fast in your life. heading downstairs from your building and walking a few blocks to the coffee shop, you spot zero paps and zayn sitting inside your booth. you smile before walking into the building. when he spots you, he smiles at you, stands up, and gives you a hug.

“hey.”

“hi.” you sit in the seat right across from him.

“never got your name. your instagram account doesn’t give it away.”

you blush. you created your instagram when you were in middle school. being overly obsessed with harry potter as a kid and extremely dorky, you had to go with ‘voldedork_hp,’

you never got around to changing it. now you regret that decision one hundred percent. “im sorry about that. a little embarrassed.”

“don’t be! it’s cute. im a huge harry potter fan myself. i went as voldemort last halloween as a mater-of-fact.”

“my names yn.”

“it’s nice to meet you yn. you have a lovely name by the way.”

you snort. feeling like your name was completely bland compared to his!

“may i ask where you’re from? your accent, it’s pretty thick, even for someone born in the uk.”

zayn chuckles. “yeah! m’from bradford england. my pops is pakistani so my accent comes out a little bit stronger i guess. what about you? you don’t sound like a new yorker.” he takes a sip of his coffee.

“im not! born and raised in texas actually.”

“texas, huh? you’re a little way from home, yeah?”

“i got a full scholarship for new york university! i couldn’t pass on that opportunity.”

“brains and beauty, huh?”

you blush. he was definitely a flirt! the two of you got to know one another for the next four hours. you both lost track of time. zayn phone blows up and he continues to ignore it. enjoying his time getting to know the pretty woman across from him. you were loving the company and conversation. it felt like you knew each other for the longest time. you were both laughing and listening to each other tell some crazy story. it felt right.

“how about we get out of this coffee shop, yeah? maybe walk around new york? i promise, no paps. i know places they’ll never go.” he winks at you. you nod before getting out of the booth. zayn grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

you were surprised but you didn’t object or pull away. zayn paid for his coffee, leaving a generous tip before leaving. you walk hand and hand around new york, enjoying each other’s company. you continued to talk about everything. the two of you got along so well, you felt crazy for already falling for him. you just met the man! how could you already have such strong feelings for the musician? were you seriously losing your mind? you just couldn’t help how you felt though.

zayn felt the same way. it’s why, standing in front of a courthouse, holding your hand as the moonlight shines, he got the craziest idea. he stops, looks you in the eye, and caresses your cheek. “may i kiss you, babe?”

you blushed, nodding nonetheless. when his lips touched yours, you felt the whole world stopped. god, how could such a beautiful man be this perfect? when he pulls away he grabs your hand and runs across the street. it was like faith, standing in front of a kay jewelers and a bridal shop. you laugh as he looks at you with the biggest grin on his face.

“what?”

“this is gonna be the craziest thing ive ever done or said but, i just—i feel like ive known you for the longest time. you’re beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing. i—i feel like we’re meant to be, meant to meet each other. and you, god maybe this is insane! you can totally say no, kick my ass, slap me, whatever you want, but this is just perfect. it’s almost like faith,”

“what is it?” you asked nervously.

“a jeweler, a bridal shop, and a courthouse right across the street. maybe this is the universe telling us to just go for it. let’s get married.”

normally if a man had asked you this you’d laugh in his face. you’d think he was absolutely insane for even suggesting this idea. but seeing all the key details, it’s like a story from a fairytale! who were you to pass up a fairytale story?

“okay!”

“yeah?”

you nod your head. zayn kisses you passionately before calling up taryn to be a witness! once he convinced her, he grabs your hand, head into the jewelry parlor, the two of you pick your rings before going to the bridal shop and grabbing the most gorgeous dress and a suit, before heading across the street to officially get married.

“are we doing this, forreal?”

“yeah, yeah we are! let’s get married, baby!”

and before you know it, you become misses malik. a true fairytale.

i really hope you all like this fic! it’s not enough zayn fics out there and i need people to make some!

what do you think?

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[violetsandfluff]

You were falling. You didn’t know how, where, or why, but you were falling. You sat straight up in bed, sweating and heart racing.

Zayn rolled over to look at you and make sure you were okay. His shaggy, messy from sleep hair covered his eyes and he wrinkled his nose adorably.

“You okay, Baby?” He opened his arms under the covers for you to crawl into.

Crawling into them, you explained the dream as he rubbed your cheeks gently.

“You’re okay now, baby doll,” Zayn whispered. “I’m here. Your safe.”

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[vashapnin]

Stressed

Zayn Malik Imagine

*Mostly fluff

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You've been in the shower for about 5 minutes when you hear the bathroom door open and close again. "Mind if I join you?" Your boyfriend Zayn questions from the other side of the glass doors. "Of course not" you respond just loud enough for him to hear.

Less than a minute later while you're washing your hair, the glass shower door is opened and Zayn steps in. You slightly open one eye to see him checking you out. You squeeze your hair out and step out of the stream of water. Zayn reaches out to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him before lightly pecking your lips. "How was your day, babe?" He asks as he switches your positions so that he can stand under the water. "It was okay. Missed you though." You say tiredly. "How was yours?" You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest.

"It was alright." He lays his head on top of yours. You stand like that for a few minutes just enjoying the warm water and each other's presence. "Baby," Zayn calls to get your attention. You look up at him and he wipes your cheek free of water. "Are you ok, my love?" He looks worried as he studies your tired face. "You look like you've been crying." He kisses your forehead before pecking your lips again. "I'm ok." You say quietly as you recall almost having an entire breakdown about ten minutes ago over your hair not cooperating.

"I've just been a little stressed out today. It's nothing." You lay your head back on his chest. "Ok. Let's get you out, love, yeah?" He turns off the water. As you two step out of the shower, you shiver from the difference in temperature. Zayn notices and wraps your towel around your body before doing the same for himself. You both walk back into your shared bedroom and you begin looking through his drawer for a shirt to sleep in. "Do you want mine from today?" He offers holding out an old band t-shirt. You nod and take it from him, sliding it over your head before pulling on some underwear.

You reach for your brush and Zayn takes it from your hands. He starts brushing your hair making you giggle. "Feeling any better?" He kisses your shoulder. "A little, yeah." Once he's done brushing your hair he takes your hand and leads you to your bed. "Lay down, love. I'll be right back, ok? Where's you phone, baby?" He asks as he quite literally tucks you into bed. You point in the general direction of your phone as you make yourself comfortable nuzzling into the warmth of the bed. Zayn takes your phone and steps out of the room.

A few minutes later he returns and sets your phone on your nightstand, plugging it in. "I called you out of work tomorrow. You need a day, love." He kisses your forehead before climbing into bed behind you, pulling you to his chest. You feel his breath on your neck as he pulls you close to him, his strong arms holding you tight. He places small, innocent kisses along your shoulder and neck as he hums, lulling you to sleep.

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Ok so it's kinda short but this was all I could really come up with for this idea so if you have any suggestions feel free to contact me and lmk:)

I will also do the other 1d boys if you'd like but I'm gonna stick mostly to Zayn bc there aren't a lot of ppl who do

:)

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[abundanceofsoph]

SkyFire 3: Chapter 18

Relationships - Beginnings, Middles, and Ends?

:September - October 2018

Word count: 3.6k

SkyFire 3 MASTERLIST

As the end of September began to near, Niall returned to London and he caught up with Aurora for lunch. They sat outside a cafe nearby the studios, enjoying the sunshine. Niall had spent the last half an hour lamenting his dating woes to his happily married friend. 

“It’s not fair,” he sighed. “You and Harry are perfect for each other and Lou and Elanor are back together and happy… I just want that, you know?”

“I do,” Rori agreed. “I’ve never known you to have a hard time meeting women though.”

“It’s not meeting them that’s the problem,” Niall replied. “It’s easy to start dating someone, it’s keeping it going that’s hard.”

“Maybe you just need help picking better options. What are you looking for?”

“Honestly? Someone that I can just be myself around.”

“You didn’t feel that way with the others?”

“It always ends up feeling like they’re dating Niall Horan,” he explained and Rori knew what he meant immediately. Being famous could be really fun and it came with a lot of benefits, but the downside was that it was often hard to know if people genuinely liked you or just liked your name and what it represented.  “I just want to find a normal girl,” Niall continued, “with a normal job that wants to settle down. I want something serious.”

Aurora was quiet for a moment, her thoughts ticking over. Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, or perhaps it was the stability of staying in one place for several months for the first time in years, but Aurora was feeling overwhelmingly content and wanted to ensure those around her were too. “I might know the perfect girl, actually.”

“You do?” 

“Yeah. I’ve actually always thought the two of you would be great together but whenever one of you is single, the other’s been in a relationship or on a dating break.”

“Who is she?”

“Ella,” Rori explained. 

“Ella’s not interested in me,” Niall scoffed. 

“Are you kidding me? She’s always had a bit of a crush but you either weren’t available or she was too intimidated. You should ask her out.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Aurora promised. “Call her and ask to take her to dinner. I promise you won't regret it.” 

xXx

The following week, Louis and Rori were talking about the fact that Louis had been speaking with Zayn the previous day. 

“So you’ve fully patched things up now?” Rori asked. 

“I wouldn’t say we’ll ever be like we were in the band,” Louis admitted. “I think too much has happened for us to go back to being brothers like that, but I feel we’ve fixed things enough to be friends.”

“I’m glad,” Rori said. “I mean, I’m not glad you’ll never be like it was in the band, but I’m glad you can be friends again. I was hurt when he cut us all off, but I know it was way worse for you than it was for me.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s a combination of getting out of all of that toxic shit and also just growing up, but I can look at it now and I get that he needed to get out to save himself.”

“I tried to call him so many times afterwards,” Rori admitted. “He probably blocked me because I never heard from him.”

“I think he changed his number.”

“That makes sense,” Rori nodded. Louis watched as she fidgeted with the pen on the table in front of her, her eyes locked on the blue plastic. 

“Do you want his new number?” he asked. “Maybe now’s a good time to heal old wounds.”

She finally looked up to meet his gaze. “Do you think he’d even want to talk to me after all these years?”

“He replied to me when I reached out, and you didn’t drag him online like I did.”

“Maybe you could give him my number and tell him it’s ok if he doesn’t want to talk to me, but I’m here if he does?”

“I can do that,” Louis agreed with a soft smile. 

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

xXx

Zayn texted her 3 days later, asking if she wanted to get a coffee and she quickly accepted. 

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this?” Harry asked for a third time that morning. 

“Because I have questions,” Rori explained again as she buttoned her jeans up in their walk-in closet. She watched Harry in the reflection of the mirror as he stood in the bedroom behind her. 

“Like what?” Harry scoffed. “Why was he a selfish prick that blew everything up instead of just talking to us?” 

“Harry,” Rori sighed. She was exhausted from having this same argument on repeat for the last several days. “I’ve already explained this so many times. He was my friend, he was in pain and I missed it. I want to know how I missed it. I want to know what I could have done differently so that he could have felt safe talking to me.”

“What he did wasn’t on you,” Harry argued. “The only person responsible for what he did was him.”

“I have to go or I’m going to be late.”

“Yeah, sure. Just dismiss me again.”

“Harry I can’t have this fight with you right now and honestly I don’t want to have any fight with you. I’m going now and I really hope you get this attitude in check by the time I get home.”

xXx

Zayn was already waiting for her in a booth when she arrived at the Golden Stag. It was awkward at first, with neither of them knowing what to say or how to start. 

“I read you and Harry bought the place,” Zayn said after several awkward pauses in conversation. 

“We did, yeah,” Rori nodded. “Helen and Greg couldn’t afford to keep it and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye so we bought it and have been updating it a bit.”

“Fresh coat of paint?” Zayn asked. 

“That and the stage,” Rori agreed, gesturing over to the small platform that had been recently built in the far corner of the room near where her piano was set up. “We want to start organising open mic nights. Music, Comedy, and maybe even some pub trivia nights. Just some different ways to get people in and spending their money, you know?”

“Sounds awesome. You guys have really got things sorted by the sounds of things.”

“We’re certainly trying… How about you Zayn? How’s your life been?”

They chatted for a while, updating each other on their lives before finally building up the courage to talk about what had ended their friendship all those years ago. 

“I really am sorry I ghosted you,” Zayn finally admitted. “The guys were just so angry when I told them, I couldn’t imagine you feeling differently. Especially with how angry Harry was.”

“Harry’s temper has always been his downfall,” Rori admitted. “Especially when he uses it to mask when he’s been hurt. I won't lie, you hurt me but I understood you were protecting yourself.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t written a song about it to be honest,” Zayn admitted. “Most of the boys have.”

“I did,” Rori replied, “a few years ago.”

“D’you ever record it?”

“No, I sold it,” Rori replied. “Wanna hear it?”

“Yeah I would,” Zayn agreed, watching quietly as Rori pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened spotify. She queued up the track before handing a headphone to Zayn and placing the other in her own ear. She didn’t miss the slight flinch as his fingers brushed her prosthetic. The opening piano riff of Tell Me How filled their ears, and then Hayley Williams started to sing the words that Aurora had written years ago, only a few months after Zayn had vanished. He refused to meet her eye as the first verse played, and instead stared at his hands, clasped together on the table between them. 

I can't call you a stranger

But I can't call you

I know you think that I erased you

You may hate me, but I can't hate you

And I won't replace you

Tell me how to feel about you now

He didn’t lift his gaze until the bridge, finally looking up at his former friend. 

You keep me up with your silence

Take me down with your quiet

Of all the weapons you fight with

Your silence is the most violent

“I never really thought about the damage I caused when I left,” he finally said when the song ended. “I knew the guys would hate me but beyond that I didn’t stop to consider anyone else.”

“I meant what I said before, I don’t blame you,” Rori replied. “You were fighting for survival. It’s not selfish to save your own life.”

“You make what I did sound noble.”

“Maybe not noble, but definitely necessary,” she elaborated. “I’m just sorry we didn’t see it happening and step in to save you first. We failed you.”

“No,” he replied. “No, I was ashamed so I hid what I was feeling until I couldn't anymore.”

“Can we agree that we both could have done better?” Aurora offered as an olive branch. “I’m pretty sure we could go back and forth over whose fault it was forever and we’d never get anywhere.”

“I think that seems fair,” Zayn agreed with a soft smile. 

Aurora smiled back, turning the conversation to lighter topics and within minutes it felt like they were back on a tour bus all those years ago, sharing quiet conversations on long drives in the middle of the night. Things were going great and flowing easily, but Aurora couldn’t ignore the way Zayn’s eyes would occasionally flick down to where her prosthetic was resting on the table. Everytime it happened it was just for a split second and for a while she tried to convince herself that she was imagining it. Eventually she couldn’t ignore it any longer and certainly couldn’t ignore the way his brows would pinch together slightly. 

“Do you have a problem with my prosthetic?” she finally asked, a little more bluntly than she intended. 

“What?” Zayn gasped. “No, god no.”

“You keep looking at it and frowning and it’s hard to think of another reason,” she explained. “I understand that it makes some people uncomfortable but honestly Zayn…”

“No,” he interrupted.  “No, it’s not that, I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“When I saw the news about the shooting,” Zayn started. “When I saw that footage of Steve carrying you to the ambulance, it was awful.”

“I hear that a lot,” Rori replied. 

“And I felt so guilty,” he continued. 

“Why would you feel guilty?”

“Because I was a terrible friend to you and I thought you were going to die hating me.”

“But I didn’t die,” she pointed out, “and I never hated you. Why didn’t you reach out then?”

“Because I’m a coward,” Zayn admitted, “and I thought you and the guys hated me for what I did. It would have been selfish of me to show back up then.”

“Zayn there’s nothing I would have loved more than for you to reach out after the shooting.”

“I’m so sorry, Rori. I’m sorry for everything.”

“I know you are,” she offered with a smile, “and I forgive you, just like Louis does. We were all just kids and we fucked up a lot of things back then.”

“Do you think Harry will ever forgive me too?” Zayn asked and in that moment he seemed so small and so young.  “I’ve spoken to Niall and Liam since Louis and I patched things up but it’s been radio silence from Harry. It’s why I was so surprised when Lou gave me your number and said you wanted to reach out.”

“Harry’s stubborn,” Rori sighed. “He’s still holding on to a lot of anger and I don’t know whether he’ll ever let it go.”

“Yeah, I thought as much,” Zayn agreed. “Can’t imagine he was thrilled about today.” 

“He’s not,” Rori agreed. “We’ve kind of been fighting about it for the last couple of days.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. He’s been a bit of a dick lately, but I guess that’s a part of being married. Sometimes the person you’re married to acts like a dick and you put up with it until they pull their head out of their arse and apologise.”

“Are you happy, Rori?” Zayn asked softly. “I mean apart from the current predicament of your husband being a dickhead?”

“I am,” she replied with a chuckle. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I’m glad. We deserve that.”

It was late afternoon by the time they said their farewells with promises to stay in touch and Aurora made her way home, hoping that Harry would be in a better mood than when she’d left. 

xXx

Harry hadn’t continued their argument when she’d returned to their flat, but over the next few weeks his bad mood continued and while Rori was pretty sure she’d caused it, she couldn't for the life of her figure out what she’d done wrong.  

A week before the first live shows were set to begin, and a week after Aurora entered her second trimester,  she was starting to feel exhausted and her feet ached constantly. By the end of each day all she wanted to do was get home as quickly as possible so that she could curl up and fall asleep. It was a Thursday in October and after a long day working with her contestants, Aurora headed straight home, barely making it to the couch before she collapsed in a hump and fell asleep.  When she woke, it was dark and she could hear Harry coming into the apartment, he’d just slammed the door which is what had woken her up. She was groggy and it took her a moment to catch up to what was happening and the fact that he was yelling.

“Where the fuck were you Aurora?” he bellowed. 

“What are you talking about Harry?'' she mumbled as she struggled to catch up with what was happening. .

“I said where were you?”he repeated, looming over her where she was still laying on the sofa. 

“I was right here,” she replied. “Why are you yelling at me?”

“Because you were supposed to meet me in Soho for dinner with the movie execs and you never showed! I thought something happened to you and now I get home to find you asleep on the sofa. What the fuck Rori?”

“No, dinner isn’t till Thursday.” 

“It is Thursday and you weren’t there!”

“Oh god!” Rori gasped, placing a hand over her mouth in dawning realization. “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“I asked one thing,” Harry continued to shout, his anger not abating as he berated her. “I asked my wife to be supportive of me for one fucking meal and you couldn’t be bothered to show up for me!”

“Harry I’m sorry,” Rori sobbed, “I was exhausted and I genuinely didn’t realize it was tonight. Can we reschedule?” She stood up from the sofa, reaching out for him, but taking a quick step back when he lurched away from her. 

“No, Aurora! Because not everyone on this planet is just going to change their plans to fit around you. My god, when did you become so selfish?”

“That’s not fair, Harry. Please stop yelling at me.”

“No. I'm mad and I have every right to be and if I want to yell in my own home then I’m damn well going to!”

“I'm sorry. How can I fix this? Please, just let me fix this,” she begged. 

“You can start thinking about anyone but yourself for starters.”

“Do you really think that? That I’m selfish? That I don’t think of you?”

“You’ve made it pretty bloody obvious lately, haven’t you? There’s a reason we're here in London. There’s a reason you’re pregnant with a kid that’s not ours.”

“Both things that you agreed to,” she reminded him. 

“I guess I just didn’t realize I was agreeing to everything being all about you.”

At that, something in her snapped and the anger rose in her to meet her husband's temper. “Is it all about me Harry? or is it that for the first time in our marriage, I don’t revolve around you like you're the sun? Is your little narcissistic ego bruised because I’m doing something for me for once?”

“This isn’t about my ego. This is about yours! This is supposed to be a partnership. We’re supposed to be doing things together. But you seem pretty happy off on your own.”

“We can’t be joined at the hip! That’s not healthy,” Rori yelled. “I’m more than just your wife or the girl who plays piano in your band.”

“You’ve made that painfully clear. Honestly I don’t even know why I’m here.”

Aurora felt like she’d been slapped. She’d known Harry had been angry for weeks. She’d known that something was wrong between them, but she hadn’t realised how much he had grown to resent her. She felt so betrayed by him in that moment that she lashed out, saying the worst thing she could in that moment. “Why are you then?” she screamed. “If you want to be in LA writing your next big hit then just go! Don’t let your selfish wife hold you back. You just go and live your rockstar dreams and surround yourself with people desperate to make it all about you.”

“You know what? I will.” Without another word, Harry turned on his heel and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him, the sound echoing in the dead silence left in his wake. 

The silence that was finally broken by the smashing of the glass fruit bowl as Aurora lashed out at it, causing it to fly off the end of the kitchen counter and shatter against the tile floor. She looked at the broken shards for a moment before turning on her heel and heading to their bedroom, angrily throwing herself onto the bed that smelt of her and Harry. 

xXx

She barely slept, unable to stop Harry’s angry words from swirling around her head. She felt so defeated and so incredibly guilty for not seeing how much her actions had been affecting him. Of course she knew that Harry’s feelings were his own responsibility and that he was being unfair to accuse her of being selfish for taking the X Factor job, or for being her parents' surrogate. He should have talked to her about how he felt about the changes they had made recently, but that didn’t stop her feeling guilty for hurting him, whether she’d meant to or not. 

By the time she heard the front door open, she’d decided that the best thing for them would be for Harry to go to LA and write while she stayed and finished the show. She climbed out of bed, still wearing the clothes from the day before, and met him in the living room. He looked awful, his clothes disheveled and his hair a mess. Even from a few feet away, she could smell the bourbon wafting off him and she wondered if he was still drunk. 

“I’m so sorry for last night,” she began, her voice soft in the awkward atmosphere. 

“Rori…” Harry began with a gravely, pleading tone. 

“No, please let me go first,” she interrupted. “I let you down last night and I feel terrible for it.” Harry’s head dropped lower as she spoke, unable to meet her eye and his guilt was painfully clear to see, but she pushed on regardless. “While I think a lot that you said last night was out of line, you were also right about some things too.”

“Rori, please just let me…” Harry tried again. 

“Harry, I think you should go to LA to write,” Rori continued. “You can stay at Dad’s Malibu house and you can work on the next album and I actually think it could be really healthy for us to have some time apart for a few weeks or a couple of months. I mean most couples don’t work together every day and maybe we just need to reestablish ourselves as individuals.”

“Rori I slept with someone,” Harry confessed. She froze, shocked beyond words and unsure what to do. “I was so angry when I left here that I went straight to a club and I got so black out drunk and this girl was all over me and I hate myself.”

“You need to leave,” she finally said. 

“Rori, baby. I’m so sorry. I was so stupid and I don’t…” Harry began. 

“I said you need to leave,” she repeated quietly. “Go to LA, get a hotel, go stay with Anne. I don’t care where you go but I want you out of this house.”

“Baby, please.”

“Harry, I swear to god if you don’t start packing a bag, I will. I love you, but I don’t want to even look at you right now.”

“Let’s just talk about this.”

“GET OUT!” she screamed, finally unleashing the pain that was burning its way through her chest. “Get out and don’t come back until I’m ready. I mean it Harry, if there is any chance for us to save this, then you need to give me space.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond as she headed for the door, grabbing her coat and bag on her way out the door. She didn’t pause to put on shoes, simply scooping them up as she walked out barefoot.

Author's Note: I am so sorry for this one but I had to put them through this to make Fine Line

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Yes, Sir - Capítulo 4

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Avisos: +18, o capítulo está dividido em dois pontos de vista, que serão sinalizados com os nomes para identificar o início do pov.

Obs* Peço perdão pela demora deu um problema para eu postar esse cap, mas espero que goste.

Aurora

No caminho para casa de Harry resolvo mandar uma mensagem a Lily dizendo que talvez eu não voltasse aquela noite.

Aurora: Não me espere acordada, indo para casa do professor gostosão.

Lily: EU NÃO ACREDITO! Use camisinha vadia! Te amo.

Ri baixinho antes de perceber que Styles já estava estacionando o carro em sua garagem. Ele foi gentil ao abrir a porta do carro e também a da casa para eu entrar primeiro, era um belo apartamento para um solteiro.

"Lar doce lar." Ele brincou assim que trancou a porta. "Vem, vamos dar um jeito em suas roupas molhadas."

O sigo até seu quarto, a cama enorme me chamou atenção, eu imagino como seria bom dormir ali. Enquanto Harry sumiu no que pareceu ser seu closet, eu começei tirar as roupas molhadas sem se importar onde as jogava no chão, a viagem para casa dele foi super desconfortável com minhas roupas encharcadas e grudadas na pele.

"Aqui estão." Styles voltou com uma tolha branca na mão e algumas roupas dele, mas foi pego de surpresa, ficando boquiaberto ao me ver nua.

"Algum problema Sr.Styles?" O provoco.

Harry

"Algum problema Sr.Styles?" Ela teve a audácia de dizer.

Sua pele nua brilhava, seu cabelo ruivo que antes estava preso, agora estava solto.

Ela era extremamente sexy.

"Gosta do que vê?" Ela continuou sua provocação chegando mais perto, até me fazer sentar na beirada da cama.

"Querida, meu pau já está duro." Confesso e a vejo sorrir, meus olhos ainda nela me inclino pra frente puxando seus quadris para mais perto de mim. "Por mais que eu queira foder você nesse exato momento, eu não quero assusta-lá ou machucá-la, então vamos devagar." Dou um beijo em sua barriga nua. "Não estou esperando nada de você, Aurora, não foi por isso que a chamei aqui, eu só não queria ficar longe de você, eu gosto do tempo que passamos juntos." Puxei suas mãos só para beijá-las. "Você é linda, mas não se sinta pressionada a fazer nada, apenas te-lá por perto já é o suficiente pra mim."

Ela não perdeu tempo em inclinar a cabeça e bater seus lábios nos meus, um beijo quente e com tanto desejo que meu pau se contorcia na calça.

Eu tento me controlar a não tocar nela... Eu tento.

"Não precisa ser cuidadoso comigo, eu quero isso." Ela disse colocando minha mão novamente em sua cintura. "Toque em mim." Em uma voz manhosa suplicou.

"Acho que é melhor você tomar um banho, parece trêmula." Me levanto, tentando não ceder aos meus desejos tão cedo, entregando roupas limpas e a toalha.

Aurora

Toda essa preocupação repentina de Harry comigo, estava me irritando, com um suspiro de insatisfação, caminhei nua até o banheiro, rebolando o máximo que podia só pelo prazer de ouvi-lo murmurar alguns palavrões, dirigindo-me ao chuveiro, abri a porta de vidro para girar a maçaneta, a água pingando sobre meu corpo imediatamente me senti em paz, um suspiro satisfeito deixou meus lábios quando senti a água encharcar meu cabelo e corpo. Harry estava certo, eu estava trêmula e isso era como o céu para um corpo com frio. Eu ensaboava meu corpo com uma bucha com sabonete líquido com cheiro de baunilha de Harry, eu estava tão perdida em minha própria bolha que não ouvi a porta do banheiro abrir e fechar, nem vi o par de braços envolver minha cintura.

Harry

Minha mente me julgava enquanto tentava encontrar um bom motivo para me impedir de fazer o que desejava fazer agora, mas não achei nenhum. Talvez tivesse todos os motivos possíveis para não entrar naquele chuveiro, porém era a última coisa que se passava em minha mente agora.

Caminhando em direção à porta, girei a maçaneta lentamente para verificar se estava trancada ou não, para minha surpresa não estava, então com cuidado abri, o cheiro de baunilha exalava no ar, silenciosamente comecei a tirar minha roupa fazendo uma pilha no chão, entrando atrás dela, enrolei meus braços em sua cintura.

"Harry." Ela gemeu de susto virando-se para mim.

Os olhos azuis voaram lentamente sobre meu corpo nu.

"Gosta do que vê?" Faço a mesma pergunta que ela me fez minutos atrás, só por provocação.

"Muito." Ela sorriu, lambendo os lábios.

Pego a esponja coberta de sabão da mão dela e começo a esfregar em seu colo, continuo ensaboando toda a frente do corpo dela, enquanto Aurora reprimia um gemido, olhando para mim, me admirando.

"O que estava fazendo, Sr?"

"Cuidando de você, querida."

"Você não precisa fazer isso."

Em vez de responder, faço sinal para que ela se vire e ela faz, eu não me importava de limpa-lá, na verdade, eu estava amando isso, estava sendo o mais gentil que podia, sem deixar meus desejos carnais me consumirem. A abraço levemente enquanto a ensabôo, mantendo as mãos longe de tudo o que realmente queria tocar...

Aurora

Isso estava sendo uma tortura deliciosa, mas eu precisava de mais, me virei e arranquei a esponja de suas mãos, começo meus movimentos em seu peitoral, logo descendo a sua barriga, vi seu pênis subir, mas não toquei, ele era enorme pra caralho, quando ele disse de seus bons 22 centímetros não estava mentindo, mas me concentro em lavar seu corpo como se não tivesse sedenta por isso, peço para ele se virar e ele faz.

"Gostei da sua bunda." Elogio ao passar a espoja por suas costas e ouço ele rir.

Quando deço minhas mãos acariciando seu abdômen por trás, ouvi um gemido carente, quase desesperado.

"Você está brincando com fogo, Aurora." Ele segurou minhas mãos se virando. "Nada acontecerá hoje."

"Mas eu quero." Fiz um biquinho. "Me foda Harry."

"Não."

"Eu não entendo você." Cruzei meus braços, zangada.

"O que não entende?"

"Diz que não quer transar comigo, mas entra aqui pelado, diz não queria fazer nada, mas me convidou pra sua casa, você está me deixando confusa."

"Eu só quero cuidar de você, Aurora." Ele sorri presunçoso. "Eu quero ir devagar com você, curtir cada momento sem pressa."

Eu não aguento mais joguinhos, beijo seus lábios com desespero, saboreando o gosto dele, pude senti-lo se derreter no beijo, me esfrego contra ele choramingando, a respiração dele aumentou logo que guiei suas mãos para apalpar meus seios.

"Você gosta deles?" Perguntei contra os lábios de Styles antes de voltar a beijá-lo, sem esperar muito que ele gostasse, afinal eles não eram tão fartos quanto eu gostaria.

"Perfeitos." Harry estremeceu ao sentir meu mamilo ereto contra a palma de sua mão, ele apertou suavemente e senti que logo ele perderia o controle.

Eu estava esperando aquele interruptor de sanidade dele virar, vê-lo assumir o controle e me deixar dolorida da maneira mais excitante possível.

Mas não aconteceu.

"Está com fome?" Ele casualmente perguntou tirando às mãos de mim.

"O quê?" O interrompi.

"Eu vou preparar algo para você comer." Ele deu um beijo em minha testa, saindo me deixando ali sem entender nada.

Não demorei muito para sair do banho logo após Harry me abandonar lá, desliguei o chuveiro e me sequei na toalha macia, sozinha, vasculhei um pouco os produtos de Harry, para um homem de 35 anos, solteiro, ele tinha muitos produtos de beleza, cheirei as roupas que ele havia me dado, tinham seu cheiro, era bom, Harry deixou uma calça de moletom larga e uma camiseta branca que em meu corpo ficava enorme, ela vinha até a metade de minhas coxas, que nem se quer precisei usar a calça.

Ao sair do quarto, um cheiro pairava no ar me fazendo segui-lo até a cozinha, algo no fogão enchia todo o espaço com um delicioso aroma, mas a visão do Sr Styles com seu cabelo molhado, uma calça de moletom cinza, sem camisa com um avental rosa, cozinhando, tinha toda minha atenção.

"Sr Styles, o que é isso?" Perguntei chegando mais perto.

"Jantar, vamos jantar e depois ver um filme, se você quiser?"

"Eu gostaria muito disso" Me recostei ao balcão ao lado dele. "Seja o que for, o cheiro está maravilhoso."

"É uma simples macarronada, não sou bom na cozinha, mas eu tento." Ele riu. "Venha, experimente."

Eu sorri indo em sua direção, Harry enrolou um pouco de macarrão em um garfo me dando diretamente na boca.

"Bom."

"Fico feliz que gostou." Ele mostrou suas covinhas em um belo sorriso. "Você pode colocar os pratos para nós, querida?"

"Claro, onde estão?"

"No armário de cima, a esquerda."

Vou até onde ele apontou, ficando na ponta dos pés, levantando os braços para alcançar o armário superior, senti a minha camiseta subir, o ar frio vindo de encontro a minha pele nua.

"Porra! Essa é sua tentativa de me provocar?" Ele veio até mim, os dedos dele deslizaram sobre minhas coxas, subindo até a curva de cintura, me fazendo tremer. "Eu estou tentando ir devagar, Aurora, mas você não está facilitando muito."

Eu me virei, escapando de suas garras, andando alguns passos para trás.

"Eu juro que não, Sr. Styles."

"Harry." Corrigiu-me.

"Harry, eu ia vestir a calça, mas eu fiquei confortável só com a camiseta, eu juro."

O que esse homem estava fazendo comigo?

"Tudo bem, termine de colocar a mesa." Seu tom se tornou mais autoritário.

Harry

"Está pronto." Pronunciei alguns minutos depois que Aurora havia preparado a mesa.

Nós dois sentamos um do lado do outro apreciando à refeição e companhia, durante o jantar pudemos conversar descontraidamente como pessoas normais. Aurora me contou que ela se mudou para Boston só para à faculdade, mas sua família era de uma pequena cidade vizinha, que por acaso era minha cidade natal.—Mas obviamente não disse isso a ela. Aurora também contou que tinha uma irmã mais velha, que seus pais ainda estavam juntos, um casal feliz, que nas férias trabalhou na empresa de seu pai.— Que me pareceu um grande empresário. Certamente ouvi-la falar sobre sua vida me deixou feliz, pois assim eu não precisava dizer sobre a minha.

Eu odiava estar mentindo para ela sobre minha vida.

Quando terminamos de comer, já nos sentíamos mais próximos, a perna dela estava sobre minha coxa enquanto eu acariciava sua pele exposta.

"Estava ótimo, Harry, nunca nenhum cara cozinhou para mim."

"É porque você nunca saiu um homem de verdade princesa." Sorri presunçoso. "Mas ainda não acabou."

"Não?"

"Sobremesa!" Anunciei, levantando-se. "Temos torta."

"Você fez uma torta para mim?"

"Na verdade, minha mãe que fez, eu pedia a ela e ela deixou ontem, quando passou por aqui, eu só assei." Casualmente comentei levando os pratos vazios, colocando na lava-louça.

"Eu vou comer a torta da sua mãe?"

"Se você quiser."

"Eu adoraria." A vi sorrir.

Minutos depois servi uma fatia generosa de torta de mirtilo quente com uma bola de sorvete de baunilha.

"Você se superou no quesito de jantar, vai ser difícil outro cara que eu sair chegar nesse nível." Respondeu um pouco envergonhada.

"Você está saindo com outros caras Aurora?" Não foi difícil ela perceber minha irritação.

"Não! Quer dizer, desde que conheci você não sai com ninguém."

"E você pensa em sair?"

"Eu não sei, nós não conversamos sobre exclusividade ainda ou sobre o que somos, o que estamos fazendo." Ela dizia rapidamente se atrapalhando em suas palavras.

"Nós vamos." Acariciei sua bochecha, tentando acalma-lá. "No tempo certo."

"Ok."

"Quer ver um filme?"

"Sim."

"Ótimo."

10 minutos de filme e eu já estava suando frio, Aurora estava enrolada em meu braço, enquanto estava aconchegada ao meu lado, movendo-se mais perto de mim a cada minuto que se passava até que, eventualmente, sua cabeça estava em meu colo. Acariciei sua cabeça, brincando com seu cabelo, ouvindo-a soltar um gemidinhos que com certeza acabaram comigo.

"Posso sentar no seu colo?" Ela disse quase em um sussurro. "Sabe, geralmente quando estou vendo um filme eu gosto de sentar no colo do cara, é aconchegante." Ela confessou.

Eu tentei conter à raiva em meus ossos só por saber que um dia ela já esteve assim com outro. Me recompôs rapidamente e sorri acenando com à cabeça deixando-a se acomodar em mim.

Eu poderia se conter, eu consigo.

"Obrigado, H." Ela choramingou, trazendo meus braços ao redor dela.

Merda! Ela usou o apelido que só minha esposa usava. Isso deveria me deixar com culpa, mas eu senti tesão.

Eu estava tentando me concentrar no filme, mas senti-la se mexer em meu colo, fez meu coração disparar e seu cheiro.

Aquele maldito cheiro de baunilha em minhas narinas. Foda-se! Eu não aguentava mais resistir a ela.

Lentamente coloquei minhas mãos em suas coxas, meu queixo em seu ombro, meus dedos casualmente acariciavam a pele macia, até tomar coragem para finalmente descer para a parte interna da coxa de uma forma suave. Não pude deixar de sorrir ao vê-la se contorcer e soltar alguns gemidos baixinho, movendo lentamente meus dedos até sua linda boceta e seus gemidos já não eram tão baixos.

"H." Ela gemeu quando meu polegar pressionou seu clitóris.

As pontas de meus dedos separaram os lábios inchados de sua boceta, provoquei seu clitóris com batidas pulsantes, deslizando dois de meus entre a bagunça viscosa que era sua entrada.

Merda, essa boceta parecia tão deliciosa.

Nem em meu melhores sonhos fui capaz de imaginar o quão molhada e macia seria essa boceta.

Ela estava tão encharcada que facilmente eu poderia enfiar meu pau dentro de sua boceta carente só de uma vez. Comecei a distribuir beijos em seu pescoço, logo que minha outra mão deslizou sobre um dos seus seios cobertos pelo tecido fino, meus dedos exploraram seu mamilo, já duro com tão pouca atenção.

Ela era sensível.

"Ah, Harry!" Ela gritou, suas mãos apertando minhas coxas.

"Sua doce boceta está devorando meus dedos, baby." Sussurrei em seu ouvido. "Porra, tão apertadinha, tem certeza que não é virgem, amor?"

"Não." Ela Choramingou.

"Tadinha de você, espero que consiga aguentar meu pau." Solto uma risada e sinto ela perdendo o controle, rebolando mais em meus dedos.

Um suspiro trêmulo deixa os lábios dela, logo que aumentei os movimentos do polegar em seu clitóris, eu tinha que me segurar para não virá-la naquele sofá e foder sua boceta rosinha até que ela estivesse chorando por mim.

Eu queria vê-la chorando pedindo por mais.

Meu pau estava dolorosamente duro ansiando por isto.

Aurora

"Podê pegar outro dedo, não pode?" Ele me provocou, ele sabia o quanto estava apertada.

"Não." Murmurei quase em lágrimas. Eu estava perto de gozar, mas ele não estava me deixando relaxar, para quem nunca havia tocado em mim ele sabia exatamente como meu corpo reagia quando estava próximo de meu climax, Harry diminuía a velocidade cada vez que eu sentia a pontada do prazer máximo se aproximar "Não posso."

"Não pode ou não quer?" Ele questionou, dando o tipo certo de pressão em meu clitóris, quase me levando a borda novamente.

Eu não aguentaria muito tempo, logo estaria chorando seu nome enquanto gozava.

Eu queria vê-la chorando pedindo por mais.

Meu pau estava dolorosamente duro ansiando por isto.

Aurora

"Podê pegar outro dedo, não pode?" Ele me provocou, ele sabia o quanto estava apertada.

"Não." Murmurei quase em lágrimas. Eu estava perto de gozar, mas ele não estava me deixando relaxar, para quem nunca havia tocado em mim ele sabia exatamente como meu corpo reagia quando estava próximo de meu climax, Harry diminuía a velocidade cada vez que eu sentia a pontada do prazer máximo se aproximar "Não posso."

"Não pode ou não quer?" Ele questionou, dando o tipo certo de pressão em meu clitóris, quase me levando a borda novamente.

Eu não aguentaria muito tempo, logo estaria chorando seu nome enquanto gozava.

"Oh! Ok.

Neste ponto, eu faria qualquer para gozar.

Eu quero que ele me faça gozar.

Eu quero chamar o nome dele.

Caralho! Por que ele ainda não me fez gozar?

Quando ele finalmente deslizou o terceiro dedo em minha boceta, eu gemi seu nome, a sensação de seus três dedos, a a maneira como ele alternava com seu o polegar brincando com meu clitóris, sua outra mão estimulando meu mamilo sensível, seus beijos em meu pescoço.

Eu estava totalmente fodida e entregue à ele.

Esse homem era a porra do deus do sexo e eu nem provei seu pau.

Harry

"É bom se acostumar princesa ou como vou foder você se não consegue nem três dedinhos?" Ri. "Você precisa provar pra mim que vai aguentar meu pau."

A provocação foi o suficiente para deixá-la louca de tesão e gozar, ela gozou forte, tão forte que vi seus sucos jorrando e esguichando de sua boceta em cima do sofá.

Caralho, ela esguichou só com a porra dos meus dedos.

Ele não conseguiu evitar, apertei firme em seu seio quando senti meu orgasmo vindo, eu estava gozando em minhas calças, como a merda de um adolescente super excitado.

Aurora...

Aurora...

Eu nunca fiz uma mulher gozar assim.

As pernas dela tremiam enquanto meus dedos continuavam entrando e saindo, o meu esperma escorrendo por minhas pernas.

"Boa menina." Eu a elogiei tirando os dedos dela, lambendo com um gemido baixo, fechando os olhos ao sentir seu gosto.

Eu estava viciado, essa era minha nova droga.

"H?" Aurora sussurrou com seus olhos fechados, segundos depois. " Você está bravo comigo?"

"Por que eu estaria?"

"Eu fiz você ceder e fiz uma bagunça." À voz dela era trêmula. " Me desculpe, eu nunca gozei assim."

"Querida, não há nada para se desculpar."

"Tem certeza?"

"Sim, agora vamos limpa-lá e vou te levar para cama, está tarde."

"Você vai dormir comigo?"

"Sim." Beijo o topo de sua cabeça.

Aurora

Acordei com uma chuva batendo na janela, ainda um pouco grogue, eu nem sabia exatamente onde estava, pisco algumas vezes até perceber que aquela não era minha cama, não era minha janela, muito menos meu quarto.

Harry Edward Styles.

O motivo para tudo, sorrio por estar deitada na cama, quentinha, aconchegada em Harry.

"Princesa, volte a dormir" Ele sussurrou, acariciando minha pele.

Ele estava me olhando dormir?

"Você acorda cedo."

"Força do hábito." Ele riu.

Seu cabelo estava bagunçado e seus olhos inchados de sono, mas ainda estava tão lindo.

Nós ficamos deitados em silêncio por alguns minutos.

"Muito cansada?"

"Não e você?"

"Também não, que tal um banho e depois eu preparo café da manhã para nós?"

"Parece ótimo."

Preguiçosamente me levanto indo em direção ao banheiro.

"Vai entrando que só vou pegar roupas limpas,ok?"

"Ok."

Harry

Logo que Aurora entrou no chuveiro, corri para o closet, um banho com ela novamente era tudo o que eu precisava agora, mas fui interrompido com minha campainha tocando.

"Oi querido." Minha esposa me agarrou assim que abro a porta.

Eu congelei.

"O que faz aqui?" Questionei trêmulo.

"Nossa! Nem um oi querida? Estava com saudades?

"Me desculpe, só fui pego de surpresa." Deu um beijo nela.

"Bem! Você não apareceu ontem à noite, depois que prometeu que voltaria para casa, então resolvermos vir."

"Me perdoe, estava atolado com as coisas da faculdade."

"Oi papai." Minhas filhas apareceram atrás de sua mãe.

"Oi minhas princesas." Me abaixo para abraçá-las.

"Então não vai nos deixar entrar?"

"Que tal sairmos para um café da manhã especial? Em?"

"Mas está chovendo."

" É só uma chuvinha." Disse um pouco nervoso. "O que acham meninas?" Apelei à elas.

"Sim."

"Tudo bem, vamos logo, a viagem foi longa."

"Que tal vocês irem pro carro? Eu só vou me vestir e já vou."

"Tá! Vamos meninas."

Suspirei aliviado por ela não ter inssistido mais para entrar. Rapidamente fui para o quarto e me vesti o mais rápido possível, deixei um bilhete para Aurora torcendo para que ela não ficasse brava, mas eram medidas drásticas.

O lugar que escolhi foi um pouco longe de onde eu morava para não ter como Aurora passar e nos ver, ainda estava muito nervoso com tudo o que aconteceu, eu só conseguia pensar em como eu vou me livrar de tudo isso e em como Aurora estava.

"Vamos pedir?" Minha esposa disse entusiasme-se olhano o cardápio.

"Claro."

"Vou chamar a atendente." Ela diz fazendo o sinal com a mão chamando alguém.

"Olá, bom dia em que posso servir hoje."A mulher na minha frente, ficou pálida ao me olhar, pareceu ter visto um fantasma. "Sr Styles?"

"Lily?"

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🃏 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 🃏

❝𝓆𝓊𝒾 𝓉𝑜𝓉𝓊𝓂 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓉𝓊𝓂 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓉❞

ℤ 𝔸 𝕐 ℕ

POWER. MONEY. VENGEANCE.

They all have something in common.

Each one is of an insidious nature. Leisurely degrading the most righteous and twisting them to be dangerous, destructive, and cold individuals.

Truthfully, I'd never pondered it much—the idea of how quickly trauma can change someone—but experience alters how we as humans think about certain concepts and how we decipher particular circumstances. The brain is a complicated fucking thing.

Perhaps this is why stories are written of angels and demons. Of good versus evil. Heroes and villains.

But what if you think you know who the bad guy is and you're wrong? What if you knew the whole story? Motives and intentions? Would it change your attitude about the person you'd always thought was the wrongdoer?

Is the villain really the villain? Is the hero really the hero? Would it not depend on who's telling the story?

What if everyone was bad in their own way?

Humans are incredibly selfish beings. We want and we take. We turn the other cheek to horrors happening every day because they aren't happening directly to us. We're greedy and we're constantly looking out for number one—ourselves.

Which is only what I was doing as I climbed the ladder.

The people standing around me are doing their best to do the same. To have some sort of status, power, or wealth so that when they enter a room, everyone pauses. They want all the attention to be on them.

I know it well. Each space I enter, I don't have to say a word. Their heads all turn like they're trained to do so. It's a combination of respect, curiosity, and utter terror.

As I glance at Raven beside me, she's the epitome of beauty. She's held the attention of every man and most women in here and she doesn't appear to have any clue about it.

Good thing she's all mine.

Raven is wearing an exquisite black gown with a massive skirt. It's sleeveless, with a high collar that wraps delicately around her neck. The mouthwatering part of it is that there's a slit down the middle of the bust of it—the shape of an eye, if it were twisted vertically—exposing the sides of her breasts in the most elegant, yet sensual way I think I've ever been lucky enough to witness.

As she sits beside me, finishing her dinner, memories of past galas flood my mind. Of Raven in a dress with a thigh-high slit. Of me, discreetly pulling the table cloth over her lap, urging her legs apart and finger fucking her while nobody was the wiser.

Leaning over to close the space between us, I place one hand to her knee as my mouth is hot against the shell of her ear. "We should get out of here." As I speak, my one hand grips her thigh through the skirts of her dress.

I'm done socializing with these pretentious fucks. I'm over it.

I see her chest tighten as she holds her breath, "You don't want to dance?" She wets her lips, sipping on her vodka tonic as a distraction.

I smirk against the curve of her neck, "No, I want you naked and bent over. I want my dessert."

To anyone else, she barely reacts. But I see the way her sinful lips curl around the edge of the glass. Feel the way she presses her thighs together, pinching my hand between them. Her heartbeat, as it begins to visibly thrum at the hollow of her throat.

She tosses the remainder of her drink down, turning in her chair to grip my jaw in her hand and brush her mouth over mine. "Good. Let's go." She gives me a lingering kiss—a hint of what's coming later—and then I stand, helping her up off her chair.

As we begin to exit the gala, my hand rests on the small of her back possessively. We pass table after table until we finally make it to the main entrance of the building, heading for the elevators that will take us to the hotel room I've rented for the night.

Nearing the large doors on the far side, I hit the call button and we stand together. One of my hands glides low on her back, grabbing a palmful of ass, a territorial type of touch that brands Raven as mine for everyone else to see right in the lobby, in front of multiple wandering eyes.

I press her pelvis close to mine, a promise of what's to come.

When we step in the elevator, Raven and I lean against opposite ends of the small space. After pressing the button to our floor, the doors close and we begin the ascent, never taking our eyes off one another.

My eyes trail down her body, heated—no mistake in what my gaze is conveying.

Raven brushes some of her dark hair off her shoulder, exposing the succulent hollow of her neck. When she sensually moves a leg forward, it lifts the hem of her dress, revealing part of her smooth leg and the heels that decorate her feet—black, with a gold snake that wraps delicately around her slim ankles.

I wet my lips at the sight. When we get home, I'm going to bend her over the edge of the mattress and fuck her in those heels.

"Zayn—"My name is a purr on her gorgeous, red-stained lips.

I get one step towards her before the elevator dips and the doors open to reveal a man waiting to step on. He gives me a small smile when our eyes meet and I move slightly closer to Raven, putting myself between the two of them.

I observe him press the button for his floor—one above ours—and then he stands with his back towards us, watching the numbers rise as we begin to ascend once again. A flutter of unease ripples through me. Something isn't right about this guy.

The first thing that catches my interest is his suit—there are wrinkles on the edges of the collar of his shirt. The fabric, an inexpensive cotton that he probably purchased at the local retail store, sticks out like a sore thumb.

His haircut looks like he got it done at the mall. The edges aren't clean and I can see a few strands his hairdresser miraculously missed. Even his beard doesn't look good. It doesn't appear moisturized in any way, like he's never heard of or touched beard oil. That's what happens when you pay less than ten dollars for a service.

Even his dress shoes are faux leather. I can see the synthetic, odd texture to them. Mine are an expensive vegan leather and there's a good chance they're more than thirty times the cost of his.

He fidgets with his watch—clearly a knockoff Rolex. Not only is he cheap and has bad taste, but he's comfortable with portraying himself as someone he isn't. Wearing clothes that he believes makes him resemble someone with money. In reality, someone with cashflow—in other words, me—can spot the difference immediately.

It only makes him about as smooth and acrid as wine from a ten-dollar bottle that every single person in the ballroom would've spit out.

I know he's going to strike on us, I don't know when. It's been evident as fuck since he walked in here.

Not wanting Raven to get hurt in what's about to happen, I turn towards her, wrapping a hand around her waist to descend my mouth upon hers. She gasps, surprised as I grip the back of her head, her body melting into mine as I deepen the kiss, backing her up as I do so.

When her shoulders hit the elevator wall, the hand I had threaded in the hair at the base of her skull travels forward to her jaw, using a finger to tip her chin up so she can meet my height. I give her one final kiss, retracting to meet her eyes in a warning gaze.

She nods her head the slightest bit—only enough that I can barely see it myself—cradling my jaw in one hand to press her mouth to mine quickly.

Releasing her body, I adjust the rings on my fingers, ensuring the sharpest parts are facing outwards and then I spin on my heel to ram my fist into his cheek. However, he senses it, turning at the last moment to dodge my swing.

Stepping forward with all the power I can muster, I shove him up against the wall of the elevator, bringing my knee up into his stomach. He groans, instantly clutching his abdomen as he bends over. While he's attempting to soothe the ache, I raise my knee into his head, listening to the crack as my joint hits the cartilage of his nose.

Bending down, I reach into the pockets of his cheap ass suit, pulling out a switchblade. I then carefully pat along his body, checking for other weapons as he spits blood onto the flooring.

His blade in one hand, I use the other to grip his greasy hair, yanking his head back. When his watering eyes meet mine, I see the defiance in them, redness trickling to his open mouth. "You'll need to do better than that, yeah?"

"Fuck you," he grits.

My mouth twists into a smirk, "You're about to wish that's all I'd do to you."

Shoving him to the floor, I step over him to hit the emergency stop on the lift. Pulling my phone out, I dial Leif—my right hand man—not bothering to greet him. "Have someone get the room ready," I bark into the device. "And meet me at the elevator doors on the twenty-fifth floor."

As I tuck the phone back into my breast pocket, I glance down at the stranger. "Care to tell me your name, or would you rather I come up with one?" I raise an eyebrow, my expression unmoving. Waiting a minute or two, I hit the emergency button again so we continue our ascent to our designated floor.

He doesn't answer, crawling on his hands and knees to the corner, where he sits himself up, wiping away at the blood staining his lower face.

"How about Rooster, yeah? You're ugly like a cock and you look like you'd annoy the fuck out of me."

Raven chuckles behind me.

"So, we're in agreeance. Wonderful."

Arriving at the twenty-fifth floor, the doors open, revealing Leif and two men. The two men grab Rooster and I reach for Raven, interlacing our fingers to pull her down the hallway and the staircase, until we enter the parking garage.

We all quickly load into the car and Leif wastes no time in taking us back to one of our warehouses. The car ride is quiet and short, but there isn't much to say in the silence. Besides that, I need to focus on what I'm going to do with this man and whomever sent him.

I have an idea of who it is, but I need to be positive before anything is done about it. I don't do shit unless I'm certain. I don't fucking make mistakes.

Stepping into the room, the three men immediately straighten their spines, granting me respect. An invisible crown sits atop my head, something I've learned quickly to balance at every waking moment. I can't let it slip off.

I find the stranger from the elevator strapped to a chair. His hands are tied behind his back and his shins are roped to each leg of the chair.

I carefully remove the cuffs from my sleeves, handing them to Leif. After slipping off my jacket and handing that to him too, I begin to roll up my sleeves, exposing tattooed skin as I do so. As I straighten my rings again, ensuring the sharpest points are outwards to the knuckle, I make eye contact with the man sitting before me. "Fancy seeing you here, Rooster."

He doesn't speak. He only angles his head further back in defiance.

I close the distance between us, taking four steps in his direction. "Are you gonna' tell me what I want or am I gonna' have to ruin this shirt?"

He says nothing.

"It was an expensive suit. It'd be a shame to ruin it, honestly."

Widening my stance, I swing an arm back, my hand flying towards him where my fist connects with his cheek. The sound echoes through the space, more blood flying from his mouth as it sprays and he groans out in pain.

Immediately my fist aches, but I'm pleased to see the rings have made multiple gashes in his skin.

He opens his mouth, then closes it, and opens it again, looking like a tiny-brained, half dead fish. "The fuck was that for?"

Really? This dude is a fucking moron. His family tree probably looks more like a wreath.

I have no doubt he'll tell me what I need to know. In fact, I'll bet it won't take more than five punches for him to spit it out. Even a trapped animal will chew off its own leg to get out of a trap.

"Just tell me who sent you, Rooster."

He avoids my gaze, staring off at the wall.

I throw another punch, this one with more force to show him that the first was only me warming up. "I'm not fuckin' around, mate. You can make this so much easier on yourself."

Another punch.

Nothing.

"You're kidding yourself if you think someone's gonna' save you for your loyalty." I lean in close to him, whispering like the devil on his shoulder, "If you held any importance, I guarantee that someone would've already tried coming to get you."

He clenches his eyes shut tight. I think what I've said has gotten to him. For real? Only three fucking punches? This must be some new record.

"It was Kasimir. He—Kash sent me."

It's an insidious answer, settling like acid in my lungs. Of course, it was him. Who else would it be?

"That wasn't so hard, yeah?" As I ask the question, I grip his jaw painfully, forcing him to meet my gaze. "Who? Me or her?"

"Both," he manages to utter. "He told me to kill both of you."

"Tell me where the fuck he's hiding." My eyes flash across his face, noticing the visible bend in his now broken nose. The thing is crooked like a motherfucker.

"At a house on Bridge Street."

My grip tightens and he winces in pain. "You're sure?" I growl, my teeth clenching together.

"Yeah, yeah!" He wiggles, presumably in an attempt to get away from me. "I just came from there. He's got about a dozen men."

"Only a dozen?" I raise an eyebrow. With how blatant he's become, I thought he would've had more to back up that ego. Twelve men is nothing I can't handle. Fuck, I could do it alone. No fucking problem.

He tries his best to shake his head, my grip on his jaw so tight that he struggles to do so. "I was the thirteenth."

"How much did he give you?"

"He said ten a head—"

"Thousand?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I needed the money, I—My wife, she—" He tries to say something else, but I shut him up by digging my fingernails into his cheeks.

I really don't give a fuck.

"Shut up," I bark, "Before I cut your fuckin' tongue out of your mouth and make you." To make my point, I squeeze extra hard, forcing his mouth open as if I'm about to do what I said.

His eyes go wide. He understands.

Letting go of him, I take a step back and move to leave the room. Two steps from the door, I speak to all of them, "Kill him," and exit.

I meet Raven in the entry, entwining our hands together recklessly, not bothered by the fact that I'm holding her with my bloodied one and staining her clean hands.

They're only pure in appearance, not in reality.

By the time Raven and I make it back to the car, Leif—who would've been directing soldiers to do as they're told—jogs to catch up. He hops in the driver's seat, with Raven and I in the back, and we speed to our destination.

Pulling up to Kash's, I give my soldiers a game plan and then I lead the pack of us in. Leif trails at the back and Raven—still in her gown—stands beside me, her own pistol between her manicured hands. However, though I don't want her here for obvious reasons, she refuses, but at least she stays guarded behind me like I've requested.

I prepare myself, cocking my pistol as we enter the house. Immediately, we spot three men and with three bullets, I've dropped them to the ground. The one man falls in the doorway and I'm forced to step over him, having to help Raven to do so as well.

In the process of killing the men upon entering, the both of us have been sprayed with the blood of one of the dead men. The red matches her lipstick and it's like some fucked up painting all over her beautiful face.

The rest of my men scatter the house and I hear the odd shot echo throughout the halls. Just as Raven is taking her final step over the dead body, while avoiding the blood, I hear a footstep behind me.

Before I can react, Raven raises her gun, fires a single round and kills the man.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I lead her towards a narrow and long hallway. Slowly, we make our way down it, making it about ten steps before I notice a shadow from the one doorway. I still for a moment, listening for any noise and then take a delicate pace to him.

At the last second, he pops his head out and I fire a bullet between his eyes.

"Fuck, Brett!" A whispered voice faintly makes its way to us and I take position, aiming my weapon towards the noise. Two squeaks of shoes walking closer and then a shadow darkening the floor.

I creep along the opposing wall until I'm able to get a proper look at the room to find one man standing over the dead guy, checking for a pulse. He doesn't even realize I'm standing there, dying instantly once my fired bullet pierces his brain through the side of his head.

As he falls, I hear Raven catch up to me. I look towards the double doors, where Kash surely is hiding. At this point, there's no way he hasn't heard some of the gun shots. I wouldn't be surprised if he's waiting with a weapon drawn.

However, he should know better than to aim anything at me.

Before entering, Leif approaches us from behind and I look to Raven, "Go with Leif, Angel."

She huffs, not pleased with the sound of that.

I cup her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You know what Kash is like—he's unpredictable. If something happened to you, I'd never forgive myself. I'm not asking, Raven."

"I know," she replies softly.

I press a kiss to her mouth, happy when she relents and doesn't put up a fight, going with Leif towards the front of the house. He'll set her up with a few soldiers to keep her safe out there while I deal with the problem that awaits behind one last barrier.

Pushing open the large, wooden doors, I shove them until their knobs break through the surface of the walls behind them. I'm alone, but so is he, and I know I'm a hell of a lot better shot than him. In every fucking aspect.

Surprisingly, he doesn't appear to be carrying a weapon, but that doesn't mean he hasn't hidden one on his person in an attempt to surprise me at the last minute. As I said to Raven, he's unpredictable. But unpredictable is still predictable in some sense. You know to expect something, you just have to observe to figure it out.

"Kermit," I greet with a fake smile, knowing the nickname will irritate the fuck out of him.

"How'd you get in here?" He clenches his jaw, reaching a hand backwards towards a bookshelf that he surely has a weapon hidden inside.

I yell out for him to stop and he freezes. "Don't bother, you're wasting your time." I clench the gun in my hand, and he glances down at it momentarily.

"How'd you get through my security?"

"I killed them all."

He seems surprised. "For a fuckin' pig, you sure don't have many hang ups when it comes to killing people without due cause."

"I was a cop, Kash. I'm not anymore."

"Once a cop, always a cop," he clears his throat noisily to spit up a visible piece of phlegm at my feet in disgust.

"Yet I am where I am, and you are where you are. I'm at the top, where'd you end up?"

He clenches his fist at his side, hilariously looking like that Arthur meme. "Not atop a mountain of bodies and bones."

I throw my head back in condescending laughter, "That's what you've led yourself to believe."

"Just get it over with, Zayn."

A moment of silence falls amongst us and I stare down at his hand—to the area where he's missing two digits. Fingers that I removed at Don Cain's request before I became the Don. "Would you rather I cut off another finger? If I did, who'd get your girlfriend off, yeah?"

"Fuck you," he growls, just like Rooster.

I smile, not in a genuine way, but more like that of a triumphant lion, the moment before he strikes on a wounded gazelle. Kasimir is stuck. This is it. His terror over my life ends here. His terror over Raven's life ends here.

The image of her wrist—adorned with a ring of purple and blue bruises, like some fucked up bracelet—flashes in my mind. He gripped Raven so hard that he injured her and that alone, makes me want to draw out the switchblade I stole from Rooster, drag it up Kermit's arms and legs, and leave him to bleed out.

"Cain, Leo—they were wrong for letting you into the Brooks family."

"That's something we agree on."

There's some scuffle outside the room and Leif steps in, appearing like he hasn't just helped me kill a dozen men. He takes one glance between Kash and myself, "We've got one minute before cleanup."

Kash panics, beginning to scramble for the door. However, he makes it one single step before I raise my arm and pull the trigger. With one bullet, he falls to the floor in a heap—a hole created in the side of his head, right above his ear, exactly where I aimed.

I straighten my white dress shirt, the expensive fabric now stained with the blood of multiple men. I give it a moment for the chamber of my pistol to cool before tucking it in the waistband at my back. By the time I'm moving to leave the room, the cleanup crew steps into the room.

One of the guys slips in Kash's blood, nearly falling on his ass.

As I exit the house, I find Raven standing just outside, some blood still splattered on her beautiful face. Her eyes, like a stormy ocean, meet mine.

My hands are still stained with redness, but I grab her jaw in my hand to give her an open-mouthed, hungry kiss. Her mouth tastes of vodka and violence, and it only fuels me further.

I gently grab her wrist in my hand, softly ghosting the tips of my fingers over the fading bruises. Lifting her arm, I tenderly press a kiss to the purple and blue.

"I love you," she breathes, reuniting our mouths.

As we head home, I send her inside, taking a moment to think outside. I walk to the edge of the pond in the back, lighting up a cigarette as I stare out over the water. After a few minutes, and several drags on the cigarette, I kill it under the red sole of my dress shoe.

When the sound of a crow cawing echoes around me, I turn to find five of them circling around the water.

Before heading inside, I take a final glance at the lotus flower that has bloomed on the far edge of the pond.

Nobody fucks with Don Zayn.

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How to babysit a wounded little Hunter

Injured after a mission, you now indulge yourself in his special tender loving care.

ಇ. Character x Female Reader fanfic,

including Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

ಇ. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, early stage of established relationship

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

You dimly sensed footsteps in the bedroom, and then one side of the bed sank. The acquainted scent and warmth embraced you. A cool hand rested on your forehead. In an instant, the heat in your body subsided.

So as soon as that hand was gone, you seized it.

"Don't go…"

You mumbled in a daze. There was a quiet laugh close to your ear, and then that palm brushed against your forehead again.

"If you don't let go, how can I take your temperature then, pipsqueak?"

You recognized that voice. It was Caleb's. So you acted even more aggressively. You yanked his hand tighter, so much so that his entire body appeared to collapse into the bed, just a little above yours.

"Huh? Aren't you a little too strong for someone who is sick?" Caleb laughed again. The sort of laughter that made you feel considerably better.

"I'm not sick." You were persistent, still. "Just feeling a little sleepy."

Caleb's hand tried to pull away from you. But perhaps he kept it that way on purpose, since given your current state, he would have no problem withdrawing if he truly wanted you to let go.

Caleb's hand patted you a little tenderly. He managed to grab the thermometer with his free hand. He took your temperature, then exclaimed: 

"Almost forty Celsius!"

You exhaled heavily, almost a moan. Every part of you felt irritated and heated. Despite this, you dismissed it, saying:

"I'm not... sick..."

Caleb used the chance to release his wrist from you. You opened your eyes slightly and gave him a disappointed expression.

"You have such a high fever, yet still saying you're not sick?" Caleb mumbled, but you caught every word. He handed you medicine, but you did not take it.

"Too bitter." You said.

"Quit whining. "Just take it and go to sleep."

"If I take it… you'll have to stay here with me, okay?"

Caleb sighed. "Only until you sleep, pipsqueak."

You smiled faintly and fast to accept the pills from Caleb's hand. You clutched his hand securely as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the Wanderers, the escapes, and the secrets in which you were a part of. Then, when you woke up again, you noticed Caleb seated beside the bed.

“You're awake now, pipsqueak?” He smiled at you. He was rather relieved. He put a hand on your forehead again. “Yup. No more fever."

Caleb's presence seemed to chase the nightmares away. You removed his hand from your forehead and held it tightly.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

"Let's see…" Caleb brushed his chin. "When you arrived home last night, you went to bed right away. You got a high temperature around early morning. From the time you took the medicine and fell asleep until now, I've finished a whole movie, cooked a delicious pot of porridge, and measured your temperature three times."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Caleb laughed. He squeezed your hand once. "You've just been asleep for a few hours. But it is past noon now. Are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure?" Caleb asked again. "I made a super delicious pork rib porridge for you though."

You opened your eyes wide and looked at him. Pork rib porridge was a dish he would often cook when you were sick and no longer in a mood to eat anything. That dish always helped you feel better, even just hearing about it was enough to make you crave food again.

"Pork rib porridge…"

You could only whisper that much when Caleb pressed the tip of your nose and said:

“I knew right away that you couldn't resist food.”

A minute later, the room was filled with the aroma of a still-hot bowl of porridge. Caleb put it on a little tray over the bed. You lay back against the cushion, staring at the meal in front of you as if it were a rare delicacy, despite the fact that the ingredients were absolutely basic.

You looked over at Caleb. He was observing you. "What's wrong? Still no appetite?"

“It's too hot…” You pouted. “Besides,… both my arms and body are aching…”

It took a quite difficult mission in extreme weather, and a high fever to receive special care at your bedside. How could you not enjoy it?

Caleb read you right away. He said: “What? The Hunter in Linkon wants me to feed her? Weren't you delirious this morning, saying you had to go fight off Wanderers?”

“When did I say that? But it's okay if you don't help me. I don't want to eat anymore.”

“Are you still a three-year-old then?”

Even though he grumbled, Caleb still smiled very gently. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool down, then held it out to you.

You opened your mouth really wide, making him chuckle. When he saw that you were eating well, Caleb felt relieved. He teased:

"I thought you're a grown-up now and wouldn't need me to take care of you anymore."

You replied, still with a mouthful of pork rib porridge: "When you lose your cooking skills, I won't really need you anymore then."

Caleb laughed aloud. He patted your head and said: "I didn’t expect my vacation to turn into a part-time job for babysitting. If I catch a fever from you, you must take care of me in return.”

You rose up in a sudden and pressed your still-hot face into the crook of Caleb's neck, nearly dropping the porridge spoon.

“Then I’ll cook pork rib porridge for you. Just heads-up though, even if it tastes yucky, you must eat it all!”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

The door to the hospital room opened. Rafayel's curly purple hair appeared. And immediately, your phone lit up with a text message from Thomas:

[The little devil is coming for you. Sorry, I did my best.]

You exhaled. Clearly, he had not done his best. That was why Rafayel was here, staring at you with such a deep gaze from the entrance.

"Er… "Hello, Rafayel..." You waved your arm, attempting to greet him with a warm smile.

"Rafayel?" He frowned. "Do you still remember that we know each other?"

"Huh? Why did you...?" You left your sentence incomplete as Rafayel surged inside. He placed his hands on his hips, his expression filled with slanderous words as he accused you.

"Who are you? Do I know you? It's been eight hundred years. Jellyfishes are walkin' naked. Sea turtles climb trees. Sharks are eatin' grass for free! And finally, you remembered me?"

You frowned. Why was there something that rang so familiar with this scenario? Yet it was still off.

“Rafayel, I—”

“When are you going to tell me you're hurt?”

Rafayel pointed a finger directly to your shoulder, where the white bandage was visible through the hospital gown. That was the real reason he was precisely distressed.

“Even Thomas knew you were injured. Yet you didn't say a word to me?! You left me waiting alone for three hours at the exhibition. I can't believe you stood me up!”

You lifted your hand, intending to remind Rafayel to keep his voice down because you were both in the hospital. But he gave you no opportunity to speak.

"Do you realize how scared I was? When Thomas told me you couldn't come, I thought about all the things that could happen to you!”

"Rafayel…" You finally found a chance to interrupt him.  “Let's calm down first. I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I haven't told you yet..."

Rafayel crossed his arms. He was still irritated.

“I can't believe it! You deliberately manipulated me with your innocence so that I would let you get away this time!”

You felt dizzy in the head, and your ears were ringing with Rafayel's nagging words and accusations. The injured one was you. Why did you feel as if you had just committed a great sin?

"ARGHHH!" You shouted and clutched your bandaged shoulder. "It hurts!"

Rafayel quickly forgot the rage in his heart. He moved right away to the bed and gently raised your arm. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

“Are you hurt? I'll call the doctor here right away!”

You grasped Rafayel's hand, urging him to stay with you.

“See? I'm still very strong. Just a little hurt."

"How much is a little?" Rafayel frowned. You could feel his hot glare on your shoulder, soaking into the bandage and searing your wound.

"… This much." You clasped your thumb and index finger to form a circle, then held it up for Rafayel to see. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

"I don't believe you anymore." He continued to speak with a condescending tone. "I have to check it out with my own eyes."

"Huh? What do you mean?…” You suddenly blushed. Rafayel looked at you with serious eyes, yet very sincere. He replied:

“Your wound. I want to see it."

The mere notion of Rafayel wanting to look behind your garments made your cheeks flame. You withdrew your hand and refused:

“I told you I'm fine… Don't make such a scene…”

“If I don't see it, how can I be sure you're not lying to me? This isn't the first time you've hidden your injuries..."

That was all Rafayel said. You gazed at him for a second. Aside from being concerned about you, he was also saddened since you had repeatedly hidden your wounds from him. A great deal when you did not want to bother him, he always found out and became much more frustrated.

"Alright then…"

Eventually, you had to give in. You turned your back to Rafayel and carefully slipped the shirt collar down your shoulder, displaying the neatly wrapped bandages around your torso.

You could see your reflection in the front window. Your face turned crimson. And Rafayel stood next to the bed, attentively investigating you, his fingers softly caressing the gauze, causing you to bow slightly in pain as well as anxiousness.

“Yet you said it was just a little wound.” Rafayel muttered. It was his hand that drew your collar back up. And the next thing you knew, you were upgraded to the best room at the hospital.

You weren't used to how wealthy people spent their money. You looked at Rafayel, who had constantly been by your side during your hospital stay. He requested you to remain in the most advanced hospital room, with the greatest level of care. More than that, he refused to leave your side even when you asked to be alone.

"You don't have to do this, Rafayel." You spoke as he was peeling the fruit for you.

"Open your mouth." He handed you a slice of mango. Even if your lips stated it wasn't required, you nevertheless welcomed all of his attention.

"I'm serious…" As soon as you finished swallowing the mango, he gave you another slice. "Really, um... This mango is truly delicious..."

"Do you crave anything else?" Rafayel purposely ignored every time you told him he didn't need to stay there all day and night to care for you. Your wound had improved significantly.

“I think I can be discharged from hospital and get back to work now…” You said. “I don't want to bother you anymore…”

"What's that?" Rafayel pretended not to hear you. “I think I heard the sound of abalone porridge just being delivered to the hospital. Let me go grab it.”

You sighed. Another expensive meal he had prepared for you. But you knew how much you would miss these things when you left the hospital at last and could no longer benefit from his tender loving care.

“Maybe I'll stay here one more day... You're spoiling me too much...” You muttered beneath your breath, but Rafayel overheard everything. He pinched your cheek and responded:

“You're staying because of the delicious food, not because of my devoted service? This is so heartbreaking! Then, after you've recovered, I'll make you repay everything. You have to work overtime as my bodyguard too!"

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You crept along the hospital's vacant rear door. You were just hospitalized in the afternoon due to an injury suffered while on job. Even though the doctor advised you to stay for additional examination, you believed the damage was minor. On top of that, the mission was not yet over. You needed to get back to headquarters.

Unfortunately, your escape did not go well. You ran into a familiar shoulder before you could complete the corridor.

"X-Xavier?" You became pale, but not because of the pain. It was only that you were astonished and a little ashamed when caught red-handed.

His look was incredibly complicated, ranging from apprehensive to serious and somewhat furious.

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

You didn't dare to reveal the truth, so you invented an excuse: "Ah... well... The hospital room is quite boring, so I decided to go for a stroll."

"From the back door?"

"Er… I heard the nurse say this is a quicker shortcut to the garden..."

Xavier gazed at you for some time. You clutched your hand tight, terrified that he would not believe that ridiculous excuse. Yet, Xavier nodded at you: "Then let's go together."

Before you could respond, Xavier grabbed your hand and led you outside. It was night time, the wind blew, sending you a slight chill. Xavier took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. That incredibly gentle gesture made you feel more guilty than ever for lying to him.

“Lead the way.” He told you shortly. For some reason, you had the impression that he was in extreme anger over you.

During the stroll, you didn't dare to speak, and Xavier did the same. He strolled close to you, as if keeping watch rather than walking together. You wandered about for a long time, but there was no trace of the hospital's garden anywhere. Xavier continued to follow your every step in such silence. Him being like that evoked even more guilt in your heart.

At last, you couldn't take it any longer and had to confess: "Xavier... Actually... The truth is, I don't know where the garden is..."

At that point, he spoke up and asked: "So why did you leave your hospital room?"

You didn't dare look into his eyes, so you just stammered an explanation: "Ah... My injury is nothing to be concerned about... That's why I... planned to return to headquarters..."

You noticed Xavier's hands clenching into fists. Fearing he'd be upset, you added: "The doctor also said my injury wasn't too serious— Ah!"

Xavier abruptly pulled your wrist, causing the wound on your arm to hurt. He read through your face which was miserable but still faking a smile. His voice turned sharp:

“If I hadn't caught you, would you really have sneaked away from the hospital?”

Your body convulsed in pain, but you were more concerned about Xavier's rage. You said, "I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'll return to the hospital room right now..."

"Good." Xavier responded curtly. Then he quickly leaned down and held you up in the attitude of a princess being carried.

"W-What are you doing, Xavier?"

"Let's take you back to the hospital room." His expression remained frigid, making you both terrified and embarrassed to be carried by him in such a manner.

Xavier did not return to the same path you had taken. Instead, he took you into the front entrance, where many people, including patients and hospital staff, could see you.

"Xavier? You... put me down! "They are looking at us!"

"I want them to see, so they know you intend to escape the hospital and will monitor you more closely."

Your cheeks became scarlet with humiliation. You swore you saw a kid pointing at you and chuckling, "Mom! I want to be carried like that princess, too!"

And you swore you saw Xavier smirking at that.

After an embarrassing journey, you finally arrived at your room. Xavier set you down on the bed. He chose to remain silent with you as punishment for your unsuccessful escape. You saw him sitting in the corner of the room, peeling a red apple for you.

“Xavier?”

You called out, but he didn't look at you and just replied curtly:

“Rest.”

“Are you angry with me?…”

Xavier's silence revealed the answer. You groaned and pulled the warm cover up high, as if to conceal yourself away from Xavier's rage, but he remained as quiet as a cloudless sky.

When he finished with the apple, he brought it over and gave you a slice. "Eat."

You did not enjoy this cold and distant demeanor of Xavier. If he was upset with you, he should have expressed it directly. You knew it was your fault, and he was so concerned about you that he got mad when you lied to him like that.

"Xavier, I'm sorry…" Your hands seized Xavier's wrist, which was clutching the apple slice. Your eyes widened as much as possible, even giving the impression that you were going to cry.

In the end, the ploy worked. His gaze had softened completely. He placed the plate of apples on the bed and used his other hand to elevate your chin a little. He said: "If you know your fault, then obediently eat all of these and rest."

His hand softly separated your lips, and his other hand inserted a slice of apple for you to eat. You were back in the sunshine, coaxing him to sit on the bed next to you.

"I'll give you three days to recover." Xavier spoke, his voice still agitated, but you could feel his boundless care and love.

"Then I shall bother you to watch over me for a few more days!"

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You had just returned to your private cabin at the icy mountain base when you heard a tap at the door. You answered the door, wondering who was seeking for you at this hour, and there was Doctor Zayne, holding a first-aid kit while standing outside.

“Zayne?” Your eyes caught the blood on his face and neck. Snow adhered to his dark hair. You took a step back and allowed him inside. "Why are you here?"

Your team had accepted the mission of rescuing people caught in an avalanche created by a group of Wanderers on the mountain. You had learnt that a team of physicians from Akso Hospital was also on their way. But you did not expect to see Zayne here.

Zayne set the first aid pack on the table and then turned to you. He went on to say: "I'm here to do my duty as a doctor."

You widened your eyes and inquired him again, "Your duty as a doctor?"

Zayne pointed to your abdomen, which was soaked from your own blood oozing through the gauze you had recklessly covered earlier.

"Oh dear…" You cried out. You were so engaged in battles that you didn't have time to look at your wound. Your head began spinning as a result of excessive blood loss.

Zayne's powerful arms directed and assisted you to the table. He put you to the wooden table and took a chair to sit in front of you.

"Doctor Zayne, what are you going to do?"

You noted this when you found his hand on the hem of your shirt. He seemed to want to lift it up.

"Treating you."

You knew that. But you were still extremely nervous when thinking that he was about to lift up your shirt. So your hand was still securely grasping his, preventing him from moving any further.

“I've already bandaged it. A nurse also helped me stitch up the wound earlier..."

During the turmoil, you recalled being stabbed in the abdomen. A nurse assisted you in stitching it up, but because there were so many others with more serious injuries, you let her tend to them while you put bandages over yourself and returned to the battlefield. Perhaps your clumsiness caused the wound to bleed a great deal more.

Zayne used his other hand to remove yours before pulling your shirt up. The gauze surrounding your abdomen was drenched in blood. He slowly withdrew it as you writhed in pain and embarrassment.

"Try to sit still for a bit, will you?"

Zayne's soothing voice burst out, calming you down a lot. You sat on the table, your hands lifting your body up while you looked down at the doctor who was treating your wound. The fact that you had to display your skin beneath his gaze made you uneasy and desire to cover your face. But Zayne was quite professional. He remained silent and entirely concentrated on his work. He cleansed the wound and applied a new layer of gauze. His warm breath occasionally wafted against your skin, causing you to tremble slightly. Even when his frigid fingers touched you, it seemed like you were being scorched.

"It's done."

Zayne said after fixing the new layer of gauze. You were a little discontent when his fingers left you. You were ready to pull your top back down when Zayne lightly rubbed his fingers against your abdomen.

“Ouch!” Even though the place he touched was not wounded, you were still startled and embarrassed.

“Just checking it again.” Zayne elaborated. He had you sitting on the table, your bandaged abdomen at his eye level. You could feel his stare through the gauze, pausing a bit too long in areas that were not covered by anything.

“Doctor Zayne… Are you done now?”

You attempted to keep your speech cool, but your crimson cheeks could have given you away. Zayne appeared to flash a little smile. You felt the icy sensation of his fingertip on your skin again as he slid it beneath the hem of your shirt, then pulled it back down.

"I am now." He answered while returning the supplies to the first aid kit. "Don't be so reckless next time. You have to care for yourself first before you can save others.”

"Hold on." You stopped him. You altered your position and stared into his eyes. "You always say so, but can you actually do what you say?"

Zayne tilted his head to look at you. You took advantage of the moment and raised his chin to have a better look. He had a minor cut on his forehead, and the blood on his body was most likely someone else's.

"You rushed here to take care of me, while you, yourself, are in this condition."

You spoke. His hand found your wrist.

"I barely got a few scrapes. Not as concerning as someone who rushed into the battlefield with a bleeding stomach."

"Whether the wound is big or small, it can be critical." You stated precisely what Dr. Zayne told you whenever he saw you injured, even if it was only a little cut.

Realizing that he had just tasted his own medicine, Zayne let out a small laugh. Then he tugged your hand, causing you to almost lean towards him. He gazed into your eyes for quite a while.

"So, my doctor, will you treat me?"

You blushed again. Zayne relinquished his hand, allowing you to properly wipe the blood off his face. You had to confess that you were a little awkward, owing to your unexpected closeness to Zayne in such a private and calm setting. He probably could hear your heart racing. He supported your hand which was holding a sterilized cotton pad and said:

"If you want to become a skilled doctor, in situations like this you must be even calmer."

"I'm not as professional as Dr. Zayne." You answered with a little caustic tone. "You were able to treat my wound so calmly just now."

Zayne gazed at you for an instant. His face remained calm, but his eyes were not.

"I'm a skilled doctor. Yet, it doesn’t imply that I wouldn't feel anything while treating the girl I like in such a... condition."

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[revasserium]

lads #1 - the first kiss

xavier.

it is a soft brushing of lips on lips, eyes closed — a moonless night, dark enough to cast your dreams like a handful of dice against the velvet sky — he prays as you shift against him, and like this, he can count the individual stars caught in your symphony of lashes; he wants to sink into your milkyway laughter as you fist your fingers in the front of his shirt and tug him closer, and then it is no longer a dream but a reality too good to be true because there, those are your lips — your lips against his and his against yours and there is too much breath and not enough skin; there is heat, and heat, and heat as it crests up his back and into his chest, his fingertips tingling as he reaches up to cup the bend of your jaw; it is you sighing into him, the taste of your smile on his tongue when he presses in and feels you gasp — when he pulls back, you are blushing, the darkness in your cheeks probably mirrored in his own, and he can’t help the way his gazes flickers from your eyes down to your lips, now pink and sweet and so — “did you… did you mean to do that?” you ask, a little breathless, and for the life of him, xavier wants to take you and shake you by your shoulders because how could you think he hadn’t meant it? when every single atom in his entire body is vibrating with the need to pull you in one more time; instead, he lilts his head to the side and sighs, “well, if you couldn’t tell that time — shall we give it another try?”

zayne.

you are in his bed. you are in his bed and the world is pressing in around him as he counts your breaths, watching the flicker of your eyes beneath your squeezed-tight eyelids but he humors you enough to reach out and trace a finger along your cheek just to watch your lashes flutter, your lips twitch and he can’t help the way his own lips stretch into a knowing grin, “you shouldn’t lie to your doctor, you know.” to which you make a vague, mumbling sound, but you don’t shift away and zayne feels the pulse gathering between you like it’s done so many times before, each time the feeling echoing against the last, stronger and stronger until it becomes something like a compulsion — “what would it take for you to go to sleep properly?” he asks, his voice hoarse as you press your lips, sinking deeper into his sheets, finally peering up at him with those inescapable eyes. “maybe… a kiss goodnight?” he feels his breath catch in his throat at your words, not because he thought he’d never hear them, but because he never thought it would happen like this — how times had he imagined it throughout the years? how many mundane and dramatic moments playing out in the depths of his most secret imagination? but then again, he thinks that this is perfect too, because it’s you — so how could it not be. he bends down, tugging your chin towards him as he presses his lips firmly to yours, reveling in the small, surprised noise you make in the back of your throat; he tries not to think about the thin sheets separating your body and his, or the way your fingers are already tangling in his hair and pulling him close; he forces himself to pull away, swallowing hard. “there.” you blink dolefully up at him and pout, “y-you can’t expect me to go to sleep after a kiss like that!” he cocks an eyebrow, “can’t i? i kept my end of the deal, and now you have to keep yours.” but he allows himself a small smile as you huff and twist away from him, mumbling to yourself even as he shifts closer, pulling you into his chest as he closes his eyes and sleeps.

rafayel.

all he can think is that it’s different from the first time, because the first time, it hadn’t been a real kiss — even though it’d been real enough for him to lose his heart, real enough for it to have been lost for years and years and years — because the first time, it had been so, so innocent — and it’d been done over linked pinkies and a promise, him leaning down to kiss the base of his thumb and you, leaning down to mirror the movement — a promise, sealed with a kiss. because promises sealed with kisses can never be broken. but… you’d broken it, hadn’t you? or maybe he had — but something had broken, and it took him a long, long time to realize that it just might’ve been his heart. but this time, you’re both older, and you hadn’t waited, you’d stood up on your tip toes and pressed your lips right against his, and it was all he could do to close his eyes and kiss you back — distantly, he feels something breaking inside him, and he wonders — again — if it’s his heart, and he wonders, then, if a heart could be broken twice, and if the second time might be a mending instead. he leans down and crushes you to him, all propriety forgotten as he groans, desperate for more of that friction, more of that heat — he sinks his fingers into your waterfall hair and cradles your head against his, and he loses himself in the kiss. in a promise made, and unmade, and made again. when you finally pull away, he licks his lips and smirks, “took you long enough.” and he’s more pleased than he’ll ever admit to see the color flushing into your cheeks, and serves you right he thinks — but as you lace your fingers between his and tug him behind you towards the main street, asking if he wants to come over for dinner and the next episode of that one show you guys had started together, he thinks that even a heart broken twice could find its way to forgiveness — if only after another kiss or two.

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[unknownunidentified101]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

SCENARIO || In which he confines in you after experiencing so many lifetimes of you

WARNINGS || angst to fluff . Spoilers from the story

CHARACTERS || Rafayel, Zayne and Xavier

𝗭𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘 ||

In his eyes he witnessed a blurry yet clear person ahead of him. The more he reached out, the more they seemed to walk away. “ forget me..dear Zayne” they muttered as a farewell. That beautiful tone was one that Zayne could never forget

Zayne reached out a hand, his chest felt like stopping right there, as if to keep the moment frozen in time. “ wait..” he manages to break his silence

The figure ahead spares no glances to him and continues into the ever lasting light. Zayne reached out his hand, his feet unable to move before he hears a voice call out to him

“ Zayne?” A worried tone cooed over him. Zayne’s eyes blink and they adjust to his surreal environment. “ your awake! Thank god, thought you were dead” he hears your voice

“ what..?” He manages to find his glasses beside him. “ you never sleep. Usually your awake” you grumble to the bewildered man

Zayne tries not to sound rude or harsh, “ what are you doing here?” He tries to back track to what he was doing before

“ I was worried. You haven’t picked up my calls. You haven’t ate either! And I’m pretty sure it’s time for you to go home” you rant. Zayne finds his lips curving upwards

Your voice still sounded like heaven to him.

“ now that you’re fine, I’ll leave this to you, the nurse told me to give it to you.” You sensed the silence Zayne was emitting. It felt suffocating.

Zayne’s eyes follow you as you quickly shuffle to his door. He then realises the person in his dreams were you. He still didn’t want to let you go just yet.

“ wait-“ Zayne springs out his chair and tugs your wrist

“ huh. What is it Zayne?” Your stare averting. His eyes weren’t as cold as before, they seemed to carve for something something. “ please…stay for a while” Zayne found himself silently begging

“ where’s this behaviour from?” You find yourself giggling at his request. “ …okay!” You give in after some silence

Before you could take another step, your eyes stuck out to him.

Your gaze was familiar, Zayne engulfs you into a tight embrace. “ I want you to look at me with those eyes forever ” he whispers in your ears

He means the eyes you gave when you were in awe or in love. He adores your eyes, just like in his past life, those eyes gave him so much closure. It didn’t matter who you laid your eyes on, he just wanted your eyes on him

You didn’t get him now, and you thought you would never get him. “ what eyes? ” you pat his shoulders

XAVIER ||

“ I don’t get your obsession with stars” you huff, crossing your arms

“ stars..?” Xavier repeats after you, his tone lacing with worry. “ I don’t know, you always look at those star charms and I saw some stickers in your apartment” you remark

Xavier’s lips quiver, stars. He smiles at your comment. You looked completely clueless to him, considering you started his obsession with stars a long long time ago.

“ their cute” he only states

“ cute? Okay..” you try to hide your excitement

“ does it bother you?” Xavier’s head tilts downward, his curiosity peaking at your sneaky comments. “ it’s just…I got this for you” you pull out a star charm

Xavier’s lips part, he is more than shocked at receiving a gift from you, it all happened so fast. “ I thought you would like it, considering you like stars” you try to hide your embarrassment

Xavier pauses for a brief moment, his memories haunt him like the flu. ‘ have this’ he still remembers your voice. The voice that offered him the very same charm. No matter how far he was from the stars, he would find you again and again.

He would go above and beyond to finally lay his eyes on you. No matter how you part, you will be reunited with him

“ do you not like it?” You were met with mere silence. Xavier snaps out of his daze and looks back at you. “ I love it” his tone is sincere

“ really..?” You felt proud

Xavier hides the sadness in his tone, “ I love it. So much” he adds. “ can I hug you?” He questions

You are a bit taken back at his comments. “ hug me?” You repeat

“ yes, as a thankful gift” Xavier waves his new charm to you. “ okay” you nod. Xavier pulls you closer without any more questions.

He wanted to be bound to you forever. No matter how many lifetimes it took him.

His hands lay on your head and waist. Now that you couldn’t see his face, his eyes soften. They threatened to cry

“ I knew you would come back.”

RAFAYEL ||

“ poor fish” he dismisses, only giving a glance to the fish in the tank. “ trapped without any freedom” he crosses his arms

“ reminds me of someone” you mutter, your fingers gazing over the glass

“ what makes you say that?” Rafayel’s interest is peaked, he looks back at you

“ I don’t know. I just felt like saying it. I don’t even know what I mean” you found it silly to think such thoughts

Rafayel takes a moment to admire your laughs. Reminds you of someone? Did you mean him? It all made sense considering what happened in your past life. Yet you didn’t remember an ounce of it.

Poor Rafayel. He hated waiting and for you to forget him made his heart ache uncontrollably. Yet, at least you were back together

“ at least the fish has someone with it” Rafayel points out a valid point. The fish was not alone in that tank, swimming with another fish. “ perhaps” you agree, staring back at Rafayel

“ is there anything else you wanted to do today?” You wondered, your mind thinking of all the possibilities. “ thinking about me my bodyguard ?” Rafayel teases

“ well you insisted today was special. So I took you out as a gift” you pouted, unaware today was the day you made a vow. A special vow with Rafayel before he could walk

“ what if I asked you for a even more unique gift?” Rafayel tilts his head. You look at him, clearly confused

“ can I get it right now?” You looked around for any stores. Rafayel shakes his head and takes your hand in his, stroking it softly

“ you’re the only one who has it you know” he trails off. “ what do you want?” You were keen to know what he wanted

“ the rest of my life with you” he mutters back.

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[jqhotchner]

midnight sky

it was love at first sight, there was no fighting it! and if getting married the night you met is crazy, they were insane!

or

zayn meets the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, falls in love, and marries her the very first night they met.

face claim: brielle anyea

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[violetsandfluff]

One dark rainy night, you and Zayn were sitting on the couch, enjoying a movie and some snuggles when a high ringing began to sound. You looked at each other in confusion when the lights and TV shut off.

The room was eerily silent and the two of you grew uneasy quickly.

“Baby?” Your voice sounded loud and foreign to your ringing ears.

“Y/N?” He responded, shifting beside you. “Do you want to sit on my lap?”

Climbing wordlessly onto his lap, you rested your head against his chest and took a deep breath.

“Sleepy?” he asked and you nodded.

“I love when you hold me,” you whispered and he let out a soft breath.

“It makes you go to sleep.”

“Yeah,” the tenderness of his arms and his soft breath against the back of your neck were so lulling.

The storm went strong outside, but you were cozy and warm.

“Wanna go upstairs, Love?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I’m comfy,” you replied indignantly.

“Okay,” he chucked slightly. You fell asleep in his arms despite the storm as he rubbed your back.

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[lunamochii]

rafayel's version, zayne's version

Xavier prefers doing things together with you, the innocent workout that he planned out turn into a hot mess. His back leaning a bit, hands on your hips as he watch you go down on his cock.

"Careful now, love. Don't want to see you hurting yourself."

He softly says and plant his feet on the ground to stable you and himself. Xavier got you riding his cock while his still sat down on his stationary bike, your hand grabbing tightly on the handle as you moan mindlessly his name

"Xav- m'tired baby.."

"Yeah? Don't worry, got you princess."

He wrap his big beefy arms around your waist, your own hands clinging on his neck as he stood up and began to fuck you hard, just how you like it. His face leans in and kisses you on the lips, it was a lazy and messy kiss but full of love. You move your one hand and put it back on the handle of the bike, as you watch how his cock disappears inside you

His eyes darted at your breast that bounces everytime he slam deep, swallowing his own saliva. Xavier leans forward and drops a small kisses on your cleavage then let his tongue lick upward, tasting your sweat on the process

"Love you. Love you so much."

He whispers into your ear and snake one of his hand towards your already abuse clit, he began rubbing it and moans out when he felt you clenching him tight.

"Yes- that's it baby. Keep sucking my cock-"

"Xavier!"

As much as he wants to move away and just fuck you against the wall, he can't. If he move now, he will lose the feeling of your pussy deliciously clenching around his cock

"Wrap your arms around me."

You did as what he told you to, his hand left your clit and place it on the handle as he began to buck his hips faster and harder, all Xavier can hear right now is you moaning right onto his ear.

With a few more thrust, he came inside you. Painting your insides white, you slump your head on the crook of his neck and catches your breath. He move away from the stationary bike with you still stuck to him

He sat down on the bench inside his small gym room, as he cup your cheeks with his sweaty palm and began to kiss your face all over

"You think you can go for one more?"

Maybe all the energy he have built up on sleeping are mostly spent on hunting and working out but what you didn't know is, he most definitely spent it when fucking you.

"For you, Xav."

"Mhm.. all for me."

He sighs into your lips and began to move his hips, fucking his cum back into you.

Let's just say that you both ended up passing out inside his gym room, with his cock still inside you and cum leaking from your cunt.

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[jqnehr]

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[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes, Sir — Capítulo 3

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo está dividido em dois pontos de vista, que serão sinalizados com os nomes para identificar o início do pov.

Masterlist

Harry

— Bom dia, querido.— A voz manhosa de minha esposa ecoou no telefone.

— Bom dia. — Disse sem muito entusiasmo.

— Querido, tudo bem?

— Estou bem, só cansado. — Diz bocejando. — Dormi tarde preparando a aula de hoje.

Se ela soubesse...

— Como tem sido o emprego novo?

— Bom, todos foram muito receptivos por aqui.

— Fico feliz, sinto sua falta, quando você para casa?

— No sábado, eu prometo. — Disse pegando minha bolsa. — Como estão as crianças?

— Querendo o pai, você sabe o quanto elas sentem falta de você Harry. — Suspirou fundo.

— Isadora começou no vôlei, quase nem para em casa, uma completa adolescente de 15 anos e a pequena Aurora disse sua primeira palavra hoje.

— Ela disse? Você gravou?

— Você sabe que sim.

— Me mande depois, eu quero ver. — Entrei no carro com celular ainda no ouvido. — Eu preciso ir agora, estou atrasado para o trabalho, mas manda um beijo nelas por mim?

— Tudo bem, eu mando, tenha um bom dia meu amor, eu te amo.

— Eu também te amo.

Aurora

Sentada em minha mesa logo na minha primeira aula, eu o vi com o canto do olho. Com uma caneca de café na mão, um sorriso encantador desejando bom dia, não pude deixar de olhar a maneira como sua camisa cinza estava um pouco justa hoje, até a maneira como suas calças evidenciavam suas coxas grossas, eu só imaginando como seria me dar prazer contra aquelas coxas ou cavalgar em seu colo.

Puta merda, ele parecia quente.

"Limpa a babinha aí, Aurora." Lily diz, jogando um pedaço de papel na minha cabeça, me fazendo virar para ela.

"Cale a boca" Dei um tapinha nela, esperando que ninguém a tenha ouvido.

"Você não para de olhar para ele, assim todos vão perceber."

"Eu to tentando, mas ele é tão gostoso, eu estou tão ferrada, Lily."

"Está mesmo, toda caídinha por ele, mesmo sabendo que é muito errado." Ela zombou. " Você sabe que isso pode custar a carreira dele e a sua, não é?"

"Eu sei, mas agora tá meio tarde para sermões." Choraminguei. "Aí! Lily, o que eu devo fazer?"

"Se eu dissesse para você parar, você não me ouviria, afinal a ligação de ontem nem era para ter acontecido."

"Ele me ligou o que eu podia ter feito?"

"Desligado? Não ter tido um sexo pôr telefone?"

"Meninas, silêncio." Styles nos interrompeu. "Chega de conversa." Ele advertiu e juro que quis sumir daqui.

Eu continuei a me distrair enquanto o professor Styles continuava falando, um pensamento após o outro, meu cérebro simplesmente não conseguia esquecer o que havia acontecido, mas eu estava bem ciente das consequências, tudo isso era um grande risco e por mais que eu gostasse de Harry, Lily estava certa, ficar longe dele era a coisa certa a fazer para nós dois.

"Isso é tudo, já podem sair." O Sr. Styles, finalizou com os braços cruzados. "Senhoria Aurora, você não, eu quero falar com você."

"Ixxe." Lily comentou me dando um sorriso sacana.

"Para!" Dei um tapinha em seu ombro. "Te vejo depois." Disse antes de vê-la sair rindo.

Segui até à mesa do professor, com um pânico crescendo em minha cabeça.

Estávamos sozinhos de novo.

"Algo de errado Sr. Styles?" Questionei em um tom baixo.

"Sim, você anda muito distraída nas minhas aulas." Ele iniciou. "As conversas paralelas também." Ele parecia bravo.

"Me desculpe." Abaixei a cabeça.

"Tudo bem, isso é só uma advertência, mas você precisa tomar mais cuidado, eu vi como você anda me olhando e depois você e Lily ficam cochichando, alguém pode desconfiar."

"Me desculpe Sr. Styles." Me senti uma completa idiota. "Isso não vai mais se repetir, eu posso ir?"

"Espere!" Ele veio até mim, erguendo meu rosto para olhá-lo. "Eu só me preocupo com você."

"Não precisa fazer isso, não há motivo para favoritismo professor." Tentei ser o mais seria possível.

"Aurora, por que está assim? É devido a ontem?"

"Ontem foi um erro."

Não foi...

"Não diga isso." Ele passou o polegar em minha bochecha direita. "Não me pareceu pensar isso na ligação."

"Estava tarde." Afastei-me dele. "Por favor, não me ligue mais, Sr. Styles."

Meu corpo implorava para não fazer isso.

"Você está me deixando confuso, Aurora."

"Não acho que seja uma boa ideia você me ligar tarde da noite e sobre tudo o que aconteceu, melhor deixarmos para lá, me desculpe, se te passei a impressão errada, eu não planejei isso, eu preciso focar no meu último ano agora, mas espero que ainda possamos ser civilizados e eu possa continuar na sua turma."

"Tudo bem, se é isso que quer." Ele parecia descontente, talvez um pouco irritado. "Isso é tudo, já pode ir."

" Obrigado."

Harry

Tantos pensamentos.

A posição em que eu tenho me colocado ultimamente tem me atormentado, eu estava tão desesperado que colocaria tudo em risco só para ter algo com uma aluna? Eu tinha uma família, duas lindas filhas, por que estava jogando tudo isso fora por uma mulher que acabei de conhecer?

Eu não sou um traidor.

Não sou do tipo de homem que faz isso.

Eu não planejei me atrair por ela.

Eu só não queria que tudo tivesse que ser tão complexo.

Mas, no final das contas, Aurora decidiu por nós dois, ela se afastou e terminou antes mesmo de começar.

Foi melhor assim.

Eu deveria estar feliz.

Eu estou feliz.

O resto da minha semana eu realmente foquei no meu novo trabalho, passei quase todas as noites até mais tarde no trabalho só para não ir para casa e me deixar levar por meus desejos e ligar para ela.

Era sexta-feira e estava chovendo quando finalmente terminei meu espediente na faculdade, eu havia ficado até tarde em meu escritório para resolver algumas questões para o próximo tópico da aula na segunda de manhã. Com minha bolsa por cima do ombro caminhei às pressas pelo estacionamento até meu carro, liguei uma música no rádio antes de dar partida no carro, dirigindo com cuidado passei algumas quadras até avistar alguém caminhando na chuva, diminuindo minha velocidade pude ver que era uma mulher e seus cabelos eram ruivos.

"Tudo certo?" Perguntei abrindo a janela do meu carro, assim que passei devagarinho por ela.

"Ah! Sim." Ela nem olhou para mim.

Eu conhecia aquela voz.

"Aurora?" Chamei e ela me olhou supresa. "Vamos, vou te dar uma carona para casa." Ofereci.

"Não precisa, Sr. Styles, eu to bem."

"Você está encharcada, andando na chuva, está tarde, é perigoso." Tentei convencê-la.

"Eu sei me cuidar."

"Aurora, não seja tão marrenta, é só uma carona."

"Obrigado, mas não."

Parei o carro imediatamente, ouvindo algumas buzinas atrás de mim, mas não me importei, peguei meu casaco e sai.

"Eu não posso deixar você assim."

Caminhei até ela colocando meu casaco sobre os ombros dela, ela hesitou no início, mas depois aceitou se encolhendo pro frio.

"Entra, por favor."

"Tudo bem."

Abri a porta do carro para ela que entrou encharcando meu carro, mas nem liguei, vê-la segura era o que importava, entrei, liguei o carro a vendo tremendo de frio, então resolvi ligar o aquecedor, a mesma sussurrou um pequeno ‘obrigado.’

"Por que estava andando na chuva?" Pergunto enquanto dirijo.

"Eu estou voltando da academia, começou a chover, então não tive muito escolha do que continuar andando."

Observando-a melhor, Aurora usava um shorts curto de academia com um top que destacava perfeitamente seus lindos seios, pelo tecido podia notar os mamilos marcando pelo frio.

Ela ainda seria a porra da minha morte.

"Não poderia pedir um uber?"

"Meu celular descarregou."

"Seu dormitório fica um pouco longe daqui, não achou que era um pouco imprudente de sua parte andar tudo isso na chuva? Você poderia ficar doente."

"Céus, parece meu pai falando." Ela zombou. "Eu não sabia que iria chover, ok?"

"Não costuma ver a previsão do tempo?"

"Não papai." Ela zombou novamente

Tentei não transparecer o quanto aquilo me afetou.

Nos minutos seguintes eu apenas dirigi em silêncio, a música baixa do rádio sendo o único barulho no carro.

"Obrigado pela carona." Ela diz assim que estacionei em frente ao seu dormitório. "Tome." Ela tentou devolver meu casaco, mas eu recusei.

"Fique com ele, depois você me devolve."

"Tem certeza?"

"Sim."

"Tudo bem, muito obrigado Sr. Styles."

"Harry." Adverti.

"Tchau, Harry." Diz ela abrindo a porta.

"Espere." A puxei de volta para o carro.

"O que foi?"

Me aproximo o máximo que eu posso dos lábios dela.

Eu não consigo resistir a ela.

"Esqueceu de dar meu beijo de boa noite." Sussurrei lentamente antes de selar nossos lábios.

O beijo começou lento e apaixonante, mas a cada segundo que se passava ficava cada vez mais quente e necessitado, eu precisava dela e ela precisava de mim.

"Harry." Ela afastou-se.

"Eu não consigo tirar você da cabeça."

"Eu também não." Choramingou me beijando novamente.

Aurora tirou meu fôlego, minha cabeça estava tonta, suas mãos passando por meu corpo faziam incendiar minha pele.

"Então o que fazemos agora, Harry?" Ela perguntou manhosa.

"Obviamente não conseguimos ficar longe um do outro."

"Não." Ela sorriu.

"Eu realmente não sei o que fazer, só sei que quero passar mais tempo com você e descobrir, você quer isso?"

"Sim."

"Ótimo." Dei meu melhor sorriso. "Que tal começar indo para minha casa hoje?"

"Eu adoraria! Me leve para casa Harry."

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[c-o-t-o]

Veiled Whispers - Zayne (Part 1)

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Zayne x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, explicit language, drunkenness, dubcon, teasing, bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~1.7k words, Part 1. This fic is supposed to take off where the 5 star memory ends with Zayne.

About: After falling asleep to Zayne's kisses, you wake back up to him taking more care of you. Zayne drinks more than he realizes and starts making moves.

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You wake up on the couch, vision a little bit blurry and struggling to focus. You look over into the kitchen and see Zayne cooking. What time is it?

“Zayne? What are you doing?” You ask while rubbing your eyes. How long had you been asleep after he kissed you and let you fall asleep on the couch?

“Cooking.” He replies simply. You look at the table in front of you and reach out to grab the small bottle of wine that you were gifted to sip a little more, and notice that it's almost empty.

“Did you…drink this wine? I thought you didn't want any.” You pout and swirl around the remaining wine in the bottle before taking a small sip and savoring the flavor. It was very sweet, almost like a dessert wine. That's why it was so delicious to have, and hard to stop drinking.

“After you fell asleep and left me alone by myself, I got curious. I tasted the wine and did end up liking it. I see now, it's very good.” Zayne seems to be stir-frying something and it smells delicious. You end up finishing the little bit of wine that's left in the bottle and get up to get rid of it. You walk over to see what Zayne is cooking, and see that he is stir-frying some noodles with meat and vegetables. Your stomach growls when you realize that you hadn't really eaten in a while since the banquet ended.

Realizing that you and Zayne are about to have a nice quiet meal together, you get excited and set the table. You light a small candle in the center, set the dishes and utensils, and pour a glass of wine for each of you from Zayne's bottle that he was gifted and hadn't drunk from yet. Sitting at the table, head in your hands, you look up at him giddy as he serves you both your food.

“It's not good to go to bed hungry, you'll wake up feeling even worse. I suspect you'll be hungover tomorrow, so at the very least, you shouldn't also be hungry. Enjoy." He says, motioning to your plate. Still feeling somewhat drunk, you happily oblige and start eating.

“Zayne, this is delicious. How did you make this? I didn't even know that I had these ingredients in my fridge." You say between bites. The flavor was perfect, the meat tender, and the vegetables still crunchy. If he wasn't there to feed you, you probably would have just rummaged through your snacks and finished a bag of potato chips or something before falling back asleep on the couch.

“Well, I…” Zayne somewhat bashfully covers his mouth with his hand and looks away momentarily. "You don't realize where we are, do you? For a hunter, it's not very good to be unaware of your surroundings.”

You feel your face turning red as you stare at Zayne eating. Looking around, you suddenly realize you're at Zayne's house. You had been there many times, so drunk you didn't even remember that you were briefly home before falling asleep. Zayne tells you how he didn't feel right leaving you drunk at home alone, so he brought you to his place to keep an eye on you.

You enjoyed seeing this side of him, it wasn't often that he took care of you in a non-medical sense. Plus, you don't know when you'll ever get a home cooked meal from him again, so you savor every bite. Especially because he could have just left you at home and went his separate way. Thinking about how he had to have carried you out of your house to his car, and into his house… it made your heart melt and your longing for him grow even more.

You and Zayne continue to finish your dinner, talking about random things like work and the banquet, enjoying your wine between bites of food. At the end of the meal, the alcohol hits you once again. You hazily look up at Zayne, who is sitting there across from you, staring off into space. You think how it's so unusual to see him so unfocused, almost in a trance-like state.

“Zayne? You okay…?” You ask, moving your face into his line of vision so that he's looking at you. His eyes move to meet yours, when you think you detect the slightest hint of red on his cheeks.

“I… I had wine with dinner…” his voice trails off.

“Yes? And?” You ask confused. You thought it was pretty obvious that you were both drinking the wine that you brought home from the banquet.

“It's just… I had forgotten I already drank wine when you were asleep on my couch. I-” Zayne rubs his eyes while his head sways a bit. "I don't drink often, so when I do, alcohol tends to take effect fairly quickly.” Zayne’s speech is a bit slurred. You giggle and look back at him with a heartfelt smile, your chest aching with longing for the man in front of you who was always just out of reach. “Or, I might just be tired. It has been a very long day, and I'm still awake taking care of you at this time of night. Yes, I'm sure now, I believe I'm just tired.” Zayne tries so hard to convince you, or more likely himself.

You move your fingers over towards his hand and rest them on his. Zayne looks over at you with his head drunkenly tilted, looks down at your hand holding his, and back up at you. He quietly chuckles to himself, but you can see his eyes smiling, a drunken twinkle glistening in them. The blush on his face starts to redden, as well, making your heart flutter.

“I'm really glad I'm here, Zayne." You confess. “We don't get time together like this very often." You find that you've started subconsciously rubbing the back of his fingers with yours, almost in a self-soothing way.

With all sense of restraint gone from the alcohol, Zayne suddenly jerks his chair back, scraping the floor loudly. You jolt and sit upright in response. He stands up abruptly, walking over to you, and grabs your face with both of his hands. He stares so deeply into your eyes that, for a moment, you swear he could probably read your thoughts.

“I need you. Right now." Zayne says quietly and deeply, slightly slurring his words. “Come with me." He demands, starting to walk away from you. When you hesitate, confused about what just happened, he somehow whips around (you assumed with how drunk he is that he would have stumbled after doing that) and picks you up bridal style. Zayne holds you up like it's nothing, and you can feel his rigid arms and body against you. He brings you into his bedroom and nearly throws you down onto his bed.

Zayne tries to play it cool, but you see him slowly coming apart in front of you. He looks down at you on his bed, his hair falling over his eyes. He keeps trying to comb his hair back with his fingers, but it's no use. Eyes locked onto you, Zayne falls to his knees on his bed, and begins to slowly crawl over you. He needs you, and he can't fight off the urges any longer. Zayne after too much alcohol is a Zayne that becomes starved for your touch. And he WILL get what he wants, no matter how hopeless he may end up looking. To him, it almost doesn't matter if he doesn't look cool, calm, and collected anymore, as long as it means satisfying his desires. In the end, it'll be a win for him, anyway.

Zayne holds himself up above you now, looking down at you so directly. Not used to seeing him so lustful and forward, you look away bashfully.

Zayne grabs your chin and pulls it so that you're looking back at him. You hear him swallow hard, followed by a slight pant while he tries to catch his breath.

“Be a good girl for me, won't you?" Zayne whispers with a voice so deep that it vibrates through you. He leans in to kiss you, but stops inches away from your lips. “Doctor's orders."

Your face blushes HARD. And you immediately feel a burning sensation between your thighs. Zayne moves in closer and closer to your lips, still holding your chin. He gets so close that you can feel his breath on your lips… when he stops, chuckles, and pulls away.

You can't help but whimper out loud, fully expecting that he was going to kiss you on the lips. Slightly annoyed from the tease, you pout.

“Doctor's orders? I thought you were only ‘Doctor Zayne’ when we were in the hospital. You said you're just ‘Zayne’ otherwise." Your eyebrows narrow in frustration, your heart palpitations turning to heartache as you want nothing more than for him to actually kiss you.

Zayne lets your chin go, but runs his fingers through the back of your hair, fist tightening and grabbing your hair slightly. He pulls your head up towards him, making you gasp out loud.

“You’re in Zayne's house now. Or have you already forgotten? Under my roof, you'll follow my rules, including my doctor's orders.” Zayne slurs, but still with a hint of sharpness in his words. He smirks, looking you over with his eyes. You open your mouth to say something back to him, but are cut off. Still holding a fistful of your hair, Zayne leans down and licks your lips, pulling your bottom lip into a bite. His teeth pull away at your lip until it leaves his mouth. You gasp, and Zayne laughs quietly under his breath. Still gripping you with one hand, he drags the back of his other hand down your face.

“I'll give you what you want… yes. But you'll do the same for me in return. And what I want right now…” Zayne pulls your head closer to him, his other hand now grabbing your bottom lip with his thumb on your tongue, “Is your mouth.”

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[kykyonthemoon]

Red Stains

You've got a new lipstick and can't wait to test out the color,

on his face.

✧ — Character x F!Reader ✧ — 16+, MDNI, suggestive themes, established relationships, soft fluff, touchy, marking ✧ — Requested by Wytchie Pie.

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

While Caleb was in the living room playing his video game, you walked in with a new lipstick. It was hard not to tease him more when you saw how committed he was to the game. Reaching him from behind the couch, you put your arms around his neck and raised his chin to meet your gaze. You leaned down to give his left cheek a kiss. Then you hurried out of the room.

Though a little taken aback, Caleb simply grinned to himself and carried on playing the game. Not even your scarlet lipstick on his cheek did he notice.

After a while, you returned to the room. You interrupted his match again like the first time and gave him another kiss, this time on the right cheek. With a scowl, Caleb warned you: "Don't be naughty."

But you did not listen. You went into the bathroom again to apply another layer of lipstick. When would he find out that his face was covered with your lip stains? He had such a cute and goofy expression. Should you not tell him, would people laugh at him when he got out at last?

Being laughed at was his punishment. For playing games all afternoon and paying no attention to you. You went back to the living room, sneakily behind the sofa again and encircled him with your arms...

All of a sudden, he grabbed your wrist, bending you over. He leaned his head back to touch your lips and locked it with a kiss. Surprised, you leaped back and attempted to flee. After hurling the console onto the chair, Caleb got up, circled the couch, and seized you.

His hands clamped around your waist, making you turn to face him. “I told you not to be naughty.”

As you looked at the screen with the large word DEFEATED displayed, you laughed. In response, you said:

“You lost because you're terrible at this game. It's not my fault.”

“You're still in the mood to tease me?”

Caleb made an angry face, but all you saw was a cute guy with two lipstick marks on his face. He still held you tightly in his arms to prevent you from escaping. He gently lifted you up so that your bare feet rested on his.

“You tried the lipstick marking thing on my face again, didn't you”

"How do you know that?"

“I can smell it.” Caleb smirked. He could position you against the couch with style in only one spin.

“Caleb?” You were a bit surprised. He still refused to let you go but pressed closer to you.

“Make amends.” Caleb said, his voice a bit coy, making you blush. Normally, it's you who wheedle.

"What kind of compensation do you want?..." You hesitated, but you had good reason to be concerned. Because as soon as you finished speaking, you felt a bit regretful when Caleb suddenly attacked you with a passionate kiss.

When he finally let go to let you catch your breath, he rubbed your head, causing your hair to go untidy. Your fingers still lingered on his shoulder, and your red lips seemed to be inviting for another kiss. Caleb could not let you win that quickly. He stepped back and said:

“Everything always goes your way. That's how it's been all along since childhood. I can't keep spoiling you forever.”

Feeling a little let down, you gazed into his eyes. Caleb's face had brilliant lipstick traces that your fingertips touched.

"Are you sure?" You inquired, and then you hurried to put both of your arms around his neck without waiting for him to respond. You raised your torso and enveloped his waist with your legs. All he could do was hold you, and then you would attack him with powerful, determined kisses.

Caleb laughed while you pulled your lips away long enough to take a breath. He was defeated, again and again. After all, he would always let you win.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You finished your makeup that day with a little red lipstick on the lips. Satisfied with the new lipstick and cosmetics Tara had just recommended, you glanced in the mirror. But when you turned to Xavier,you saw him dozing off on the edge of the bed. He was still seated, but his back was resting on a stack of pillows and his hand was gripping the plush bunny named Bunbun.

You intended to wake him up, but as you approached, his innocent face and soft snoring made you want to give him a little playful nudge. You placed yourself on the edge of the bed, as quietly as possible so as not to wake him up. Then you pressed your lips to his cheek, leaving a red lip stain.

Leaning back slightly, you waited for Xavier to stir, but he remained deep sleeping. You impatiently placed a kiss on his other cheek. Then one on the forehead, another on the chin... Just like that, soon light and dark lipstick smears were all over his face.

You gulped back a laugh. He was certain to become uneasy upon awakening. Unexpectedly, you were taken by surprise as well. His eyes were barely open when his fingers snatched your wrists and pushed you against the bed.

"Xavier?" You let out a startled exclamation. You felt his body pressing on yours, immobilizing you. He could easily lock both of your wrists together, forcing them above your head and holding them there with only one hand.

You raised your gaze to Xavier's face which was covered by lipsticks. Gradually, he opened his eyes. He was still drowsy, but he was fully aware of the damage you had just caused to his heavenly face.

“I can't believe you sneaked up on me while I was sleeping.”

You giggled, looking apologetic: “I'm sorry. Because… you look so cute when you sleep!”

Xavier pretended not to hear your apology. He tightened his hold on the area that was holding your wrist, and you let out a quiet cry. His other hand freely explored your face and his fingers paused at your lips.

"Your lip color has changed."

Xavier was always sensitive to even the tiniest changes in you. It gave you the impression that he was concerned about you and valued you. You gave a nod.

“And you brought my face out to test your new lipstick?” Xavier questioned. You became aware that his body was gradually dropping and encroaching onto yours.

"I've already... apologized," Your cheeks heated with his breath.

"That doesn't count." Xavier gave a sulky reply. "There will be an equal cost for you to pay."

"H-Huh?

Xavier leaned down and pressed his cool lips to your cheek, leaving a scorching, tingling trail.

“One here.” Xavier said, then he proceeded to kiss the other cheek. “Another here.”

“X-Xavier…” You made an effort to resist and came very close to escaping him. But your wrists were held even tighter. The other hand Xavier was holding around your neck tensed as well. 

"Be good!" Although his voice was still very gentle, you caught his impatience, almost like a command.

And you lied still, submitting to his authority as he inked your face with his own lip marks. On the forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. He planted a kiss on your face in precisely the same spot and sequence as you had just given him. You started to get a sense that Xavier wasn't actually asleep, and you were naive to fall right into the trap that was set up by his innocent expression.

At the same time, you relished the sensation of being beneath Xavier, his body heat enveloping you, and the sound of his breathing in your ear blended with every kiss.

The last kiss just ended. As you struggled to catch your breath, you said:

“A-Are you done? Can you…Can you let me go now?…”

The truth was, you never want him to let go. Xavier simply glanced at you and felt your emotions. He lifted your chin again so you could look into his eyes, while he gently parted your lips with this thumb.

“Did I say I would let you go?”

Your eyes seemed to be blurred by the heat between you both. You arched your head back a little, longing for his lips to meet yours once more. Xavier smiled triumphantly as his finger lightly slid across your lips, smearing a small amount of your lipstick out.

“You should have known there is a price for waking me up like that.”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

That evening, while you were getting ready for the date, Rafayel showed up. He took a seat next to you and began fiddling with the makeup items on the table. His long fingers stroke the blush in the box, he waved it in the air, enjoying the color in his hand.

"Look at this. My hands are now the same color as your cheeks.”

You turned to look at Rafayel. He gave you a mischievous smile. With his other hand, he gently lifted your chin.

“Let me help you,” said Rafayel. You obediently sat still so he could apply the pink blush that was already on his hand to your cheeks, although you were certain that they were already pink even before applying makeup.

"Very lovely. The peach hue draws attention to your smile.” Rafayel exclaimed. "Even though you don't need makeup to look beautiful."

You smiled heartily. His lips were always so sweet, giving you more confidence. I had never seen yourself more beautiful than when you were next to him. Even without saying it out loud, the way he looked at you always made you feel like you were the most exquisite painting his eyes had ever laid upon.

“I'm almost done. All that's left is lipstick." You said while taking out a brand new lipstick from your purse. “Tara said this color would go very well with me.”

Rafayel took the lipstick from your hand and looked at its color through the transparent glass cover. Then he gave it back to you. “Go ahead and try it on.” He spoke excitedly, as if he was the one using this lipstick.

You twisted the cap open, applied a layer and pressed your lips together to spread the lipstick evenly. “Mmmh.” Before you could look closely, Rafayel anxiously put his palm on your cheek and drew you in.

“Let me see it...” Rafayel's fingertips playfully caressed across your face and ears while you held your breath. "Red. It truly does fit you perfectly.”

His thumb traced a line down the border of your lower lip, giving you a ticklish feeling. You could not focus because of how near his face was. You gently closed your eyes, then when he was too preoccupied staring at your lips, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“You?!” Rafayel was startled. He withdrew his hand and touched the place you just kissed. A scarlet set of lips like a blossoming flower revealed itself on Rafayel's porcelain face.

"If you don't let me see my lipstick color in the mirror, I'll borrow your face to try it on." You laughed in response.

“What do you mean by that?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Rafayel was left with another lip mark on his cheek, just below the previous one. His eyebrows frowned slightly. His cheeks and ears were scarlet, he couldn't hide his embarrassment anymore.

“That is excessive.” Rafayel mumbled, yet behind that salty expression was a wry smirk. You applied another layer of lipstick on your lips to replace the first layer that had mostly faded. You commented:

“This lipstick tastes somewhat as sweet as candy.”

Hearing that, Rafayel immediately raised his face. He held your chin tightly in his hand and brought it very close.

“Really? I'd like to give it a shot as well.”

After saying so, he put his lips to yours. Before you could protest, you felt a slight pain in your bottom lip as you opened your eyes wide.

“R-Rafayel!” You gasped when he left your lips. Your lipstick was lightly on his lips as he licked it lightly.

“It does taste like candy!”

His mysterious expression confused you. You covered your mouth with both hands and reprimanded: "You just bit me!"

With a sly smile, Rafayel tipped his head and said, "I was only curious to taste your lipstick. Then, I realized something…”

Suddenly he came close to you again. His hand pulled yours down to reveal your red face and slightly swollen, color-smeared lips. He spoke again:

“You taste sweeter than any candy!”

Unsure of how to react, you observed Rafayel get back up. You followed him because you assumed he was going to head to the restaurant that you two had reserved. Just as you were getting up from the chair, Rafayel abruptly pulled you back and seated you entirely on the dressing table.

"Where are you going?" He asked while burying his face in your shoulder and hair.

“To our date?… We're already late…”

Rafayel's dissatisfaction was evident from his facial expression. He glanced back at you, his finger tracing across your lips as if he was painting a picture himself.

"The plan has changed."

He kissed you once more, and this time, the long kisses were broken up by little, painless bites that made you weak in the knees and found it hard to breathe. You pushed Rafayel back a little so he could slow down while leaning your back against the frigid mirror. However, the more you did so, the more he devoured your red lips.

“We can save that restaurant for another time… For now, let's stay here, okay?”

He said between rapid breaths. You nodded slightly. How could you refuse, when all your luscious lips wanted was him?

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

During Zayne's lunch break, you stayed in his office to make sure he ate enough and on time. It could also be said otherwise; it's him who made sure you're full and rest well before returning to the headquarters.

After lunch, Zayne sat reading a book on the sofa. You thought you would get out your new lipstick and give it a little play since you had nothing better to do. You barely learned the fundamental techniques and were too busy fighting Wanderers to wear makeup frequently. But the other day, Tara had just given you a new lipstick and said that this color would look good on you.

You put on a light layer. Since Zayne's workplace lacked a mirror, you turned to him and inquired, "How do I look?"

Zayne merely gave you a quick glance before turning back to the book.

"Alright."

"Alright?!" You said it again. By that, what did he mean? It was "okay" rather than beautiful? Yet, he couldn't even look at you for more than a second. You were a little hurt. You twisted the lipstick cap again and applied another layer.

"What about this?" You inquired with him once more. However, Zayne quickly responded with a "Mmhhh" to end the conversation. You turned your gaze from him to the book he was holding. It took away all of his attention, which he should be giving to you.

Refusing to give in to such an inanimate object, you turned completely to Zayne, pulled him back and pressed your lips to his cheek.

You released your grip, revealing your trophy — a vivid red lipstick mark — on his icy face. However, he continued to glare at you without saying anything. His hand turned the book to a new page and as if nothing had happened, he ignored you once again.

“You…” You let out a sigh. You knew he had his own concerns, but were angry at the thought that you were not important, not attractive enough for him, unlike a medical book. You gave it another go, kissing him very close to the lips this time.

Zayne breathed heavily. Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, you caught his hands holding the book trembling slightly.

“There is a medical appointment that I must attend in an hour. This kind of abuse on my face is unacceptable."

You felt like you had won when he closed the book and put it back on the table.

“Okay, let me tidy it up for you.” Grinning, you got up to grab the tissue box.  But you were drawn back by a strong force that very moment. Suddenly you found yourself sitting completely on Zayne's lap. His sinewy arms encircled your waist securely.

“If you want to leave marks on me…” You heard Zayne whispering so softly from behind. “You need to be a little more considerate.”

You sat still and let Zayne turn you around, facing him. Your heart was beating very fast. At this rate, before another patient came to see him, he would have to treat you first. You tried to stay calm in front of him and questioned:

“More considerate? Do you recommend any other spot then?” Your hand briefly touched Zayne's cheek before descending gently. You stared intently, lifting his chin. As you cuddled on his lap, little against the toned shoulders he covered beneath his shirt, Zayne shifted both of your legs so they were more comfortably positioned on the sofa.

Your fingertips paused at his neck, verging on his Adam's apple. You caught it moving slightly. “Or this spot?”

Zayne was clearly making every effort to maintain the residual calm on his face. His eyes were staring at you intensely from behind his glasses, as though he was granting you permission to do that.

And you leaned up to place a kiss there.

You heard a cough come from Zayne. He looked at you, extremely miserable. But you put your hand on the lipstick mark on his neck as if admiring another of your trophies. It did not stop there. You still wanted more, wanted to know what he would do if you went a little further...

Your index finger slid from his neck to his chest and stopped just above his heart.

“Doctor Zayne, your heart is racing.”

Your laughter was as crisp as sunshine in the room, increasing the temperature. Zayne took your hand, neatly holding it in his scarred one. He spoke, but you caught his trembling even though he was very discreet:

“Can you... cure me then?”

Your finger gently tapped on his chest. "Of course." You would always like it when Zayne let me be in charge, asking you to take care of him little by little. His hand loosened slightly, allowing you to freely find the buttons of his shirt and undo them.

Then, you put another crimson mark on his bare chest.

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