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bite me : part two ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: being a slayer isn't easy, not when you have the most annoying vampire bothering you at every corner but when you get attacked by an unfamiliar demon, seunghyun shows up in a way you never thought he would. ・❥・word count: 4.5k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. unprotected p in v. sex in a graveyard & crypt. biting. choking. rough sex. dirty talk. a lot of smut. mentions of blood, injury, demons, vampires. seunghyun is a vampire. ・❥・ authors note: ...yeah, i had too much fun writing this, can you tell lmao i even invented my own shitty demon for plot purposes. maybe they'll be more of this in the future because honestly writing stuff like this is my fave. p proud of this one so i hope u enjoy <3 (sidenote: can u tell how much i love btvs lmao)

PART ONE

“What is wrong with you today? You’re missing every hit!” Youngbae chided as you aimed to punch at the focus mitts he had on his hands but missed yet again like you had been the whole training session.

“I’m tired,” you huffed, hands on your hips to glare at Youngbae. You loved him dearly, you really did but he was a pain in the ass when it came to training. You knew he had a job to do — he was your Watcher, he was the one to guide you through your slayer duties but sometimes he was a little too much. A little too stern, sometimes pushing you too hard when it came to training and focusing your skills. Most of the time you were excellent but today? Yikes. It was one of the worst sessions you could ever remember.

“Then I suggest an early night tonight if your sleeping schedule is affecting your slayer duties,” he gave you a pointed look before his eyes turned soft. “What’s going on? You seem distracted.”

You sighed as you perched on some of the crates in the basement you were currently in. It was the basement under the book store that Youngbae owned. He had turned it into your private training area. It was here where he helped you the most to hone your skills. Being a slayer wasn’t easy work. It came with a lot of training and even more research. The research wasn’t your favourite part so you mostly left that up to Youngbae and Jiyong. They were the two who liked to sit down with books going through texts to figure out which demons were coming after you that week. All you had to do was go out there and get rid of it.

“Balancing this whole slayer thing and trying to have a normal life is exhausting,” you admitted, catching the towel that Youngbae had tossed at you to wipe yourself. “Dating is near impossible. I’ve been on a few dates with Soonyoung but… it’s hard to really keep everything a secret, you know.”

“Well, yes… but you must. I know it’s hard but you can do this.”

“Not so sure about that anymore.”

“Don’t give up on yourself.”

You forced a smile. The next words fell from your mouth before you could even stop them. “Have you heard anything from Seunghyun lately?”

“Hmm. Actually, no. He hasn’t passed on any information in a few weeks. Pretty odd. He’s usually hanging around here all the time but I haven't seen him since that whole incident… with the… well, you know,” Youngbae gave you a pointed look.

Oh, you knew exactly what he was talking about. The spell that Jiyong had cast making you think you were in love with Seunghyung. That whole day lived in your head constantly. A nightmare, really. But the thing that you really couldn’t get out of your head was what had happened that night. The spell had been lifted but you had still chosen to sleep with him. What did that even say about you? You couldn’t even stand him but you had let him in your room, let him touch you. That was the real reason you had been so distracted lately. Even more so due to the fact that he hadn’t been around. It was probably a blessing but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it.

“We’ve been doing fine without him, right? Maybe with any luck someone’s dusted him for us.”

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The grass was cold and wet on your back as you were knocked down to the floor but it didn’t last too long. You immediately kipped up, landing smoothly on your feet. A kick to the vampire's gut winded him, enough time for you to elbow him in the face. He managed to fight back, sending a swift punch to your face. Luckily, your slayer powers made you barely feel it, only fueling the fire inside you. You lunged for the vampire, tackling him down to the floor, with your hips pinning him down, you landed punch after punch to his face until he managed to throw you off him, sending you flying back onto the ground with a thud.

“You guys never quit, do you?” You huffed, jumping back to your feet. This time you weren’t messing around. You delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of his head, sending him stumbling and that’s when you went for the final blow. With the wooden stake in your hand, you drove it straight through his chest, turning him into a pile of dust. “Another one bites the dust.”

You laughed to yourself, wiping off the dust from your jeans. While you were distracted trying to clean vampire dust off yourself, you didn’t hear the rustling from behind you until you felt a presence behind you. With a quick spin around, stake poised in your hand against the chest of whoever had sneaked up on you.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Seunghyun drawled, a lopsided smirk on his face as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Ugh,” you groaned, lowering the stake. “What are you even doing here?”

He blew the smoke right in your face just to annoy you. “This is my neck of the woods, love. You’re in my neighbourhood. You stalking me now?”

“Oh, please,” you rolled your eyes. “You wish.”

“Do I?” He said, backing you up against the tree behind you like a predator capturing his prey. “I was the one who said that whole little thing couldn’t happen again but here you are.”

“Here I am, doing my job. Not looking for you.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Your back hit the hard bark of the tree, your stake falling from your hand with a thud to the ground. His hands bracketed the side of your head, caging you in. “Do you always have to be such a pain in my ass?”

“From what I remember, it was a pretty nice ass,” he smirked but then suddenly turned serious. “I’ve seen you with him, you know? That pretty boy. Tell me, does he make you feel like I did?”

“Seunghyun,” you warned.

“Does he? No, of course he doesn’t. I bet you’re wet right now just by being this close to me.”

As if he needed to really see if his words were true, he popped the button open on your jeans, dipping his hand inside them and your panties. Two long fingers swiped between your folds, coating themselves in your slick. You didn’t stop him, you couldn’t, you didn’t want to. It was hard to fight back the moan you were holding back in your throat, biting your lower lip so it didn’t slip through.

“I knew it,” he hummed to himself with a satisfied smirk. His fingers found your clit with ease, adding a little pressure as he began to tease you with rapid circles. “Have you been thinking of it? The way we fucked? The way you were screaming my name when I had my cock inside you? Bet you’ve touched yourself just thinking about it because we both know loverboy can’t do the job right now if you’re this wet already when I’ve barely touched you.”

“Shutup,” you said through gritted teeth, your body betraying you as you canted your hips into his touch. He chuckled, sliding his fingers back down to tease at your entrance.

“Not saying otherwise.”

You let out a long, low moan as he pushed two fingers easily inside you. He pumped them at a steady pace, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot inside you with each push of his fingers. It really was astounding how good he knew your body. Every touch, every pump of his fingers sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s right, princess. Cum for me and maybe I’ll give you a taste of what you’ve been missing,” he tugged at your earlobe, pumping his fingers faster. He could feel your walls tightening around his digits, his only aim now to get you to explode.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly he could make you reach your peak. Your whines lost to the night air as he curled his fingers one last time, your body shaking as you came. He didn’t stop, he worked you through it, unrelenting until he was sure he had drained every last drop from you. When he pulled his fingers from you, he made a show of licking his fingers clean, his thumb running along your lower lip, dipping inside your mouth. “Taste yourself.”

The high he had just given you was dizzying, the sultry tone to his voice left you no choice. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, licking yourself clean from them. You rested your head back against the trunk of the tree when he finally removed it, trying to regain your breath. But, the feeling of your jeans and panties being yanked down and the sound of his zipper opening caused you to look back up at him.

“If you’re going to fuck me, hurry up. I don’t have all night.”

“Bossy, I like it,” he hoisted your legs up around his waist, holding you by the hips against him. His cock rubbed against your pussy, the sensitivity causing you to wriggle against him but, god, you craved him. You had ever since that night in your bedroom. One taste and you were addicted. Not that you’d ever explicitly tell him that.

“Seunghyun,” you panted, wriggling your hips to try and push him inside you.

“I know, princess,” he cooed, using one hand to grab the base of his cock, notching it at your entrance. In one fell swoop, he pushed inside you to the hilt, the both of you letting out a moan. He held his hips still for a second before pulling back until just the tip remained then slammed back in. 

It had never felt this good. Not with Soonyoung, not with any of your exes. Maybe it was the way you both hated each other, maybe it was the undeniable chemistry you had — you had no idea, all you knew was that you never wanted him to stop. Your nails dug into his shoulders, moving your hips along with him. Each thrust had your back scratching against the bark of the tree but you didn’t care. His fingers dug into your hips so hard you knew there’d be bruises.

“Need to taste you again,” he groaned, punctuating each word with a hard thrust of his hips. His lips found your neck, the exact same spot as last time. You felt his fangs against your skin, tilting your head to give him better access. Then, you felt it, the familiar feeling of his teeth sinking into you. The blood trickled down your neck as he drank. Not enough to drain you, just a little bit to get a taste of the thing he had been craving since the first time he’d done this. His tongue lapped up each drop of the red liquid, savouring it. When he lifted his head to look at you, his lips coated in your blood, you moaned. Fucking a vampire shouldn’t be this hot. You were a slayer, you were supposed to kill his kind.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” you whimpered. 

“Yeah, go on, beg me,” he said darkly, picking up the speed of his thrusts, pounding into you like a man possessed. “He doesn’t fuck you this good, does he? Doesn’t make you a begging mess.”

“No,” you gasped as he hit deep inside. “Only you.”

“That’s right, love. Only me.” His thrusts became quicker, more shallow. The familiar feeling of his orgasm building but he needed you to finish first. He had to feel you squeezing him. “Come on. Give me another one. Show me who makes you feel this good.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing enough to send a thrill through your body. Your walls clamped down around his cock, eyes glazing over as you felt the world go hazy. Your release was on the razor edge, you were seconds from falling into oblivion. He hitched one of your legs higher, the new angle allowed him to hit deeper.

“Seunghyun!” You moaned loudly. You held onto him for dear life as your orgasm tore through. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body arching off the tree trunk.

“Fuck yes,” Seunghyun groaned. “Take it all.”

He thrust into you one last time, holding you flush against him as he emptied himself inside you with a deep, rumbling groan. His head rested on your shoulder, the two of you panting as you came down. Then, reality set in once again. Before you could even register what was happening, he had pulled out of you, setting you down on unsteady legs. He tucked himself back into his pants, you followed suit, frantically pulling your jeans back up.

His eyes landed on the trail of blood on your neck, the temptation to reach out and wipe it away strong but he knew he shouldn’t. He took a step back, creating some distance between you. That wave of weirdness washing over him just like it had last time. The bubble you both had been in mere moments ago broken by the reality of your situations. He was a vampire, you were a slayer. Complete opposites who loathed each other.

But, really, how true was that anymore?

“That is not happening again,” he said firmly.

“You were the one that came on to me!” You defended, bending down to pick up the stake that had fallen earlier.

“Likely story, love. You couldn’t keep your hands off me. Practically begging me.”

“Oh my God, are you serious?”

The two of you easily fell back into bickering. That was normal, that was easy. No complications when you were in familiar territory. His voice came out gruff, like a warning as he spoke. “You better watch your back.”

“Threatening me now? I swear, I could just ki-“

Your words were cut short when you were thrown past Seunghyun with a brutal force, landing harshly on the ground. As you got back to your feet, you watched as Seunghyun threw punches at a tall, black bird-like creature. You had no idea what it was but your slayer instincts told you it wasn’t good. Immediately, you got to action. You ran at the creature, throwing punches but it was strong. Seunghyun was struggling even with his vampire strength. What the hell was this thing? It knocked Seunghyun down to the ground so you took over the fight. You pushed the stake into the creature's chest but it did nothing. Of course it didn’t, it wasn’t a vampire. 

“What the hell is this thing?” You yelled out to Seunghyun as the thing screeched loudly, it’s talon like claws trying to grab you.

“I don’t know,” he yelled back, trying to get back up. “Just knock it out or something.”

“Trying!”

You kicked the thing in the gut, trying to wind it but it did nothing. Punch after punch and it only seemed to fuel it. So, you tried to play dirty, raking it in the eyes. It screeched again, lashing out with its huge claws. This time, it managed to scratch your arm, leaving a big cut and a cry of pain falling from your lips as you stumbled back. Seunghyun was there like a bolt of lightning, he tackled the creature to the ground, somehow managing to take it down. The creature threw him off like nothing, flying off up into the sky. 

“Yeah! And don’t come back,” he yelled out to it as he flew off into the night.

“Wow, you showed him.”

“Are you okay?”

His eyes landed on your arm, the nasty looking cut not going amiss. His voice was unusually soft, his eyes gentle. You shook it off, holding your arm with your hand. “Since when do you care?”

“Whatever. I hope it kills you.”

With those words, he was gone, leaving you standing alone.

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“What is that?!” Jiyong’s voice was the first thing you heard as you stepped into the book store, his eyes instantly landing on your neck. Seunghyun’s teeth marks visible, the dried blood that you’d forgotten to wipe off still there. 

“Oh, some vamp got a little bit, no biggie,” you shrugged. “I’m glad you’re more concerned with that than this, though.”

You showed him the cut on your arm, Youngbae coming over to investigate too. Daesung was perched on one of the chairs, looking over. He had never really been one for blood or injuries, keeping a safe distance. Jiyong frowned. “That doesn’t look good.”

“You’re telling me. This huge black bird like creature attacked me and Seun-“ You stopped yourself. “Aattacked me out of nowhere. Really hard to fight, couldn’t take it down. It flew off. Any ideas?”

Youngbae had already opened one of his favourite books on demons, flipping through the pages. Your description sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. Then, he found what he was looking for, rushing back over to you to show you a page with a drawing of the creature you had tried to fight. “Was it this?”

“Yes! What is it?”

“Oh, this is bad. Very bad,” Youngbae muttered under his breath. Jiyong had grabbed a first aid kit, already getting to work on patching you up.

“We need more words, YB,” Daesung called out.

“It’s a Croag. Part crow, part demon. Its claws have venom in it that work slowly, usually killing its victims within forty-eight hours,” Youngbae frowned.

“Just another Tuesday then,” you shrugged. It wasn’t like this was anything new. Something was always trying to kill you. It just came with being the slayer.

“This is serious.”

“Is there a cure?” Jiyong asked, concerned.

“Well, yes but it’ll take almost a day to get it made,” Youngbae rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “How do you feel?”

“Fine, guys. You all worry too much.”

No, in fact, they were right to worry.

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Another night meant another patrol. You walked through the graveyard, twirling the stake in your hand, trying to ignore the pain in your arm from where you’d been scratched by the Croag last night. Jiyong, Daesung and Youngbae were still hard at work on the cure. Not that you’d told them but you had started to feel the effects. Thanks to your slayer abilities, it had taken you a little longer to feel them but you had started to feel light-headed, a little dizzy. But, your duties awaited.

“Slayer,” Seunghyun drawled as he walked by your side. “Stalking me again?”

“I’m not in the mood, Seunghyun,” you dismissed him.

“Not what you said last night.”

“I swear…”

As you twirled around to face him, you felt a sudden rush of dizziness, the world spinning around you. Before you could even put your thoughts to words, you fell to the floor. Seunghyun was by your side in an instant, kneeling down beside you. His hands hovered but he quickly gained his confidence, sliding a hand under your head so you weren’t resting on the cold grass.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, trying not to sound as panicked as he felt.

“Croag…” you slurred your words, the world becoming dark. “Scratch.”

“…a Croag?!” Now, he couldn’t hide his panic. “That’s what that thing was.”

You could barely nod your head. That was the final straw, Seunghyun easily scooped you up in his arms, carrying you the short distance to his crypt. He wasn’t good in these situations, he didn’t know what to do. All he could do was go off his instincts, placing you down on the bed. He grabbed a wash cloth, wetting it a little then placed it on your forehead. That was the last thing you remembered before you completely passed out.

When you woke up, you felt so much better. Your body ached, your head was pounding but the pain was gone. You sat up, taking in your surroundings. Damp and dark. Dreary and gloomy. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where you were. You laid back with a groan, throwing your arm over your eyes.

“Sleeping beauty finally woke up, huh?” Seunghyun snarked, sitting down on the bed. “I’d say it’s nice to see you awake but…”

“Bite me,” you remarked.

“Already did that, love.”

The silence fell between you before you asked the question that was on your mind. “What happened?”

“Well, you passed out like an idiot, I carried you back here. Your stupid friends came looking for you, found you here, got in a fight with Jiyong because he’s even more annoying than you and they gave you the cure. Wanted to take you back to your place because, once again, they’re stupid but told them it’d be better not to move you until you were awake,” he shrugged like it was nothing.

“… so I’ve been here the whole time. In a bed. In your crypt. With you?”

He nodded to confirm. “Watched over you all night to make sure you didn’t die before I could kill you.”

“…thank you.” It was genuine. Seunghyun was a lot of things, he got on your nerves more often than not but the fact he had taken care of you meant something.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Why do you have a bed anyway?”

“Contrary to popular belief, not all vampires are heathens. Some of us like comfort,” he glared at you but there was no bite behind it.

You looked at him. Really looked at him. Behind the snarky exterior there was the caring side of him that you had caught a few glimpses of. Maybe it was the human parts of him left behind. He wasn’t as bad as you thought, really. Still, he was an annoyance but maybe you didn’t have to goad him as much as you did. His eyes met yours, his head tilted as he looked at you. There was a moment, a mere second where you felt it. The swoop of butterflies in your stomach as his big, dark eyes looked at you trying to see if you were really okay. 

“Don’t say anything for a second.”

“I didn’t even open my mou-“

You cut him off, your lips meeting his in a kiss. He didn’t push you away, instead his arms snaked around you, his body hovering over yours as he moved on top of you. His tongue met yours in an all too familiar dance, your mouth never leaving his for even a second. It was intoxicating, the way it felt when he touched you. It was safe to say you were addicted. This, though, this was different. There was no frustration or teasing behind it. None of the animosity the previous two times had. This was… something else. You felt it as he ground himself against you, his hardness pressing against you. You gasped into his mouth, he swallowed it without a second thought. You reached down to the waistband of his pants, pushing them and his boxers down. It was hard to stop at just a kiss when it came to Seunghyun.

“Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips when your hand wrapped around his cock.

“I said don’t talk.”

He shut up instantly as you ran your thumb against the tip of his cock, using your hand to pump along his length. He hissed, bucking into your first. God, you needed him. You wanted him. He seemed to get the messaged because he tugged your own clothes down, guiding himself to your entrance. This time, he pushed in slowly, a breathless moan falling from your lips as he bottomed out inside you. 

His thrusts were deep, slow as if he was trying to merge the two of you. Your hands ran along his back, grabbing his shirt to pull it off and over his head so you could feel his skin. He disposed of your shirt, his lips trailing along your neck. No bite this time. He was gentle, like he was clinging to you, trying to convince himself you were still here.

His lips found your breasts, wrapping around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against it causing you to writhe. One of his hands moved to your thigh as he moved on to your other breast, lifting your leg high against his waist. You moaned as he began to speed up his thrusts, hands threading through his hair.

“You feel so good,” he breathed against your lips, kissing you messily. “Could spend all night buried inside you.”

“Harder, Seunghyun, please,” your hands reached down to push him harder, unable to get enough. 

Your desperate plea sent him into overdrive. “You wanted it harder? Then take it.”

He spread your other leg wider, opening you up more to him as he pulled back and thrust into you hard, jolting your body. He watched mesmerised as your breasts bounced with each slam into you. The moans coming from you like music to his ears. If his heart beat, it would be going a million miles per hour right now. When he felt you tugging at his hair, arching into him, he sped up. “You like that, huh?”

“My turn.”

You managed to use your strength to push him down on the mattress so he was laying on his back. Taking his cock back inside you, you lifted your hips, slamming back down. His hands held you, guiding you as you bounced on his dick. He bit his lip, watching as you rode him. His hips pistoned up into you in short, sharp jabs. You were both so close. So, so close.

“So fucking good for me,” he groaned.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out, your release crashing over you in waves. Seunghyun didn’t relent, his hips still bucking up into you as you clamped down around him.

“That’s it, princess. Gonna fill you up. Gonna make you mine,” he grunted, slamming up into you one more time before he felt himself let go. He pinned your hips against him, not letting you move as he came. It felt like it lasted forever. Seunghyun didn’t let go until you had drained him for every drop.

He slumped back against the pillows, your body falling on to him. This was the part where he usually freaked out but this time? He wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair.

“If you let a Croag kill you before I do, I’ll never forgive you.”

You laughed, knowing that was his way of saying he was glad you were okay.

The whole situation was complicated. It had no happy ending. But, maybe you didn’t really hate each other as much as you liked to think.

No, this definitely was something more.

Maybe it always had been.

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[megs-orbittt]

admiration

pairing- choi seunghyun x f!reader

contents- yandere, possessiveness, manipulation(?)

synopsis- when you get hired to be in seunghyun's desperado music video, you were excited. and evidently, so is he. when he offers a favor, you don't think much of it. but things take an unexpected turn, and you react in an unexpected way.

word count- 1629

a/n- my sister is a model & actor and i've acted as well, but i still don't know a whole bunch about the industry, so sorry if that portion sounds like it's written by an idiot because it was lmao. i'm not the best at yandere but i tried. enjoy!

You’ve always admired Seunghyun. From afar, obviously. But his music and art has always been interesting to you. So getting hired for one of his new music videos was one of the biggest milestones in your career.

You’ve been modelling since you were very young, and you loved it. The artistry of it always intrigued you—so much more to you than just posing for a camera. 

You didn’t even have to audition, or have your agent reach out for you, like you usually do. Seunghyun’s team contacted your agency and asked for you directly. That shocked you. 

You’re definitely well known, having been in music videos and ad campaigns for many big names, but you didn’t expect someone like Seunghyun to want you specifically. 

But of course, you took the job immediately. 

Little did you know, though, he admired you just as much, but not in the same way.

Every commercial you’ve been in is in his camera roll. Every photo on your Instagram, screenshotted. Every music video or variety show episode you’ve been in sits in his watch later playlist on YouTube. 

As soon as he was ready to start gathering a team for filming his music video, he knew he needed you. Filming was planned to span over about three days. That’s more than enough time than he needed. 

You arrive on set the first day, nervous. But as soon as you get there—

“Hi.” His voice is right behind you, it almost startles you. You turn, already smiling. 

“Seunghyun, hi. How are you?” You ask, giving a small bow. He returns it, surprising to you. 

“Good.” He hands you the coffee he’s holding. “For you.”

You hesitantly take it, a little taken aback. “Oh, I- thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Shaken espresso with two shots of vanilla, right?” He asks, and your eyes widen.

“Uhm, yeah- yes. How did you know that?” You say, laughing a little.

“Saw it on your Instagram story the other day. Thought I’d do something nice.” He shrugs. 

“Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you. I didn’t have time to get one myself this morning, actually.” You take a sip of the coffee. 

Tastes… better, somehow.

Seunghyun guides you to the forefront of the set. He takes you to the stylists that would be working on you, but he doesn’t leave when they start on your makeup. He lingers. 

Not too close, not close enough to draw attention. Not even your attention. 

You’re humming along to the music playing low in the background when he slides into the chair next to yours. Stylists touch up his makeup, adjust his suit. But his eyes are fixed on you in the mirror.

Seunghyun is a well known perfectionist, so when you start filming, he’s very particular. He rewatches clips and focuses on tiny details that you never would’ve paid attention to. 

But every time he decides to redo a take, he ensures you know that it isn’t your fault. He repeats himself every time.

“It was my mistake.”

“You looked incredible.”

“Keep doing exactly what you’re doing.”

Midday, Seunghyun finds you when you’re on your break. He joins you in the small staff room. “You’re very talented, you know that?” He says, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand. “I- thank you, that means so much coming from you.” You stutter, flushed. 

He laughs low, shaking his head. “When I saw your portfolio, I knew you’d be perfect for this. Anyone could see that.”

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide the wide smile that tugs at your lips. Seunghyun catches it. 

“Don’t do that. You’ve got a nice smile.” He tilts his head a little. 

Your heart almost stops. 

Seunghyun feels a heat pool in his stomach at your reaction. He likes it. Likes seeing you blush at his words. 

He wants to chase it. He wants to say more and get further under your skin than he already is. But he knows better than that. He has to take it slower than he wants to.

When filming wraps up for the day and you go home, Seunghyun finds himself sitting in his car scrolling through your Instagram. 

He overanalyzes every photo, gathering every piece of information he can. Your interests. Your family and friends. Even mapping together a rough layout of your apartment from the mirror photos you’ve posted. 

He will get there. He will get you. Eventually, he will.

-

The next day, he pushes a little farther. 

He brings you coffee again, earning that intoxicating smile he’s been thinking about all night. He watches you all day. Watches how you move in front of the camera. How you laugh a little every single time the director calls cut, the facade you hold up while being filmed fading. 

He commits you to memory. Every word you speak, every expression on your face. 

When you’re in the mirror adjusting the collar of your shirt, he appears behind you. 

“Let me help.” He places a hand on your shoulder, turning you towards him.

He reaches out before you can get a word in, fixing your collar. But he lets his fingers linger on your neck. Just for a second, but you catch it. 

A small smirk appears on his lips. He stays close, resting his hands on your shoulders, then letting them fall to his sides slowly, dragging his fingers down your arms before they drop.

“There. That’s better.” He nods. 

You don’t respond. You don’t think you can.

The look in his eyes is so intoxicating. You’re basically drowning in it. 

He narrows his gaze. “Something wrong?”

You shake your head nervously. “N- no. Thank you.”

He smiles, satisfied. Then, walks away.

Like it’s nothing. 

Filming goes really well. He showers you with compliments. He asks you if you need anything constantly, and if you do, he ensures you get it personally, and as quickly as possible. 

He builds trust. That’s the goal.

-

On the final day of filming, your car breaks down. 

Of course.

You’re forced to call your agency and have them send a driver to you. It makes you a few minutes late. 

When you do arrive, Seunghyun is standing on set, checking his watch. As soon as he sees you, something strangely close to relief washes over his face. 

“Seunghyun, I’m so sorry, my car broke down, and-”

“Don’t apologize. It’s totally fine. I was a little worried.” He approaches you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Glad you’re here now.” 

His words go straight through you. 

Again, he watches you all day. But this time, you notice. 

You see him watching you in the mirror. You notice how his gaze lingers on you, even after you finish filming a section of the video. 

But you don’t say anything. Because for some reason, you kind of like it. 

One of your biggest idols, your biggest inspirations, looking at you like you’re the most important one here. 

When filming wraps up, you find yourself gathering your things. Seunghyun appears behind you, pushing past staff that surround him. 

“You did great. Thank you.” He says, voice low and dangerously close to your ear. 

You turn to him. “Th- thank you. It was a great experience.”

He smiles. Then, an idea. 

“Do you need a ride? You mentioned your car broke down.” He offers.

You probably should be a little weary, but his eyes are telling you to trust him. And you just can’t seem to look away from them.

“That would be great, yeah. I- I really appreciate it.” You nod, smiling, nervous.

Seunghyun gains a look of satisfaction on his face. He goes through the set and thanks staff before guiding you out back to his car. He opens the passenger door side for you, before climbing into the driver's seat. 

“You don’t have a driver?” You ask, admiring his car interior. 

He shakes his head. “Not usually. I like to drive my own cars.” 

You hum, looking out of the window as he starts driving. You tell him your address. He basically ignores it.

Seunghyun keeps the conversation going. He makes it so easy to talk to him. He’s easy to relate to. He brings up your interests and lets you talk about whatever you want. 

You’re so invested in the conversation that you don’t notice at first when he turns the opposite way of your street. 

After a few minutes, you look out of the window, still laughing at the joke he’d told, when you see scenery you don’t recognize.

“Uhm, Seunghyun?” You furrow a brow, looking for any sign of familiarity, but not finding any. “This isn’t the way to my place.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “I know. It’s the way to mine.”

Your heart stops. He notices your sudden silence. 

“What, you don’t want to come home with me?” He asks, as if it’s funny. As if it’s casual.

You turn to him, seeing that sly smile on his face. “I…”

He laughs low, meeting your eyes, just for a second. And the second he does, you’re mesmerized again. 

Those fucking eyes.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll have a good time. I’ll make sure of it.” He says, voice low. The hand he was resting on the gear shift slowly inches its way to you, settling on your thigh.

You should be scared. You should call someone, tell him no.

But you don’t. You stay quiet.

Every single time you start to doubt him on the drive, start to get scared, he looks right at you. Gives your thigh a gentle squeeze. 

And you hate what it does to you. You hate that you aren’t worried.

You hate that you don’t hate this. Not one bit.

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HIM alternate ending. In this universe, Cameron signed the deal.

TW: dark and obsessive themes, blood mentioned, death, dead bird do not eat

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Class was quiet, yet it felt so loud at the same time. You could feel the stares and the whispers from your classmates.

“It’s really her,”

“Look at her jacket”

“I can’t believe she actually goes here”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at up, you pretended to be focused on your notes,

yet you couldn’t read a single word. You sat in the back row this time, it was better to avoid the eyes of your peers.

You felt a note slide into your peripheral view.

You need to be careful

You didn’t even have to look and see who it came from, you quickly scribbled back,

I know

As quickly as you returned it, he already sent it back to you.

No you don’t

Your heartbeat pounded against your ribcage, you looked toward him, he was looking straight, his jaw locked in place. You wanted to question him, what could he possibly know about this situation? It was too risky to try and ask now, You sent a text to Yvonne asking for a study group tonight, she nodded, going back to doodling in her notes. Even if you tried to speak to him right after class there were security nearby and--

“Do you know the answer, y/n?” The professor interrupted your train of thought. Everyone slowly turned toward you, and you felt their gaze bore into your eyes.

You steadied your breathing and looked straight to the board,

“Pathogen.”

“Correct,” he said, before turning back to his computer where he projected the lecture slides.

Your phone buzzed repeatedly, you knew your name would be trending, you didn’t even have to look. Before you had entered class, you swiftly set your socials to ‘private’. The follow requests buzzed, and you wanted to bury your head under the desk.

Another note slid your way,

Batting cages

West Baseball Field

After class

You wanted to shake your head ‘no’, if he or his security found out, you don’t know what he’d do to you…or Lando. You shuddered at the memory of what he did to that poor boy at the dinner. You looked at him, and he kept his eyes on the projector screen.

Lecture was finally over, you gathered your things and crumbled the note, stuffing it into your pocket. Students were moving a bit slower than usual, their eyes lingering on you as they slowly gathered their things.

You tried to search in the class to see if his security were in here, no one seemed to be looking at you, so you quickly said,

“What do you mean I don’t know?” you asked Lando without making any contact.

“I can’t explain here,” he said, slowly putting his things away.

You guys slowly started to head down the stairs of the lecture room, “I’m not even supposed to be talking to you, if Cameron finds out he’ll--”

“--I know”. He turned back to you, looking into your eyes. And for a moment, time stood still, you were both having a silent conversation, as his hardened eyes bored into your fearful ones, they softened into a pleading look.

Just then, he slid another note to you. This one was thicker, slightly bigger. You unfolded it and almost gasped,

It was a child photo of you and some other boy with glasses, braces, and an arm cast.

How did he…?

But then, you connected the dots, you looked up,

and down,

You looked at him—really looked this time.

The glasses. The jaw. The eyes.

Oh my God…

Memories flooded into you,

Crashing into you all at once.

Before Cameron, before you moved to the new neighborhood, you didn’t really have many memories of your old neighborhood and early childhood. Your parents would call what went on there as a ‘rough patch’.

Money was rarely there, words were said, even hands were thrown. It made you dissociate whenever you were there.

You remember one time, it got so bad, you had run out of the house, and made your way to the park.

You met a boy there, broken glasses, braces, skin just like yours. He had a lisp from his braces, and he was sitting on the wood chips, holding his right arm with tears on his face.

He looked at you, squinting, “Are you okay?” He’d ask, you nodded, asking him, “Are you?”

He stood up slowly, coming face to face with you, “Why ith your fathe wet like mineth’ths?” He then used his left arm to wipe them away.

“Thank you, do you like Winnie the Pooh?” You asked him, he nodded eagerly, wiping his own away. “My friends call me Tigger!” He started jumping up and down despite his injury.

“I’m Orlando, but I go by Tigger more,” he stuck out his left hand, you shook it.

You smiled, “I’m y/n, but call me Winnie,” you pulled him in for a hug and you had been friends since.

You would play whenever you could leave out, which was often, you would share each other snacks at school and walk each other home. You would confide in him about your problems at home, and he’d tell you about his, but with very vague details, he was always happen to listen to you.

Things started getting better at home, dad got a new job, they were happy again, and you were happy again. You would also go by the Saviors stadium with dad’s new promotion being able to take the family out more often.

You saw Tigger less and less, your parents announced they’d be moving, so you spent more time in your new neighborhood the summer of 7th grade. Your parents wanted you acclimated to the kids over there, it never worked though, you were pretty much born an introvert.

Once the moving was completed, you mostly stayed inside, reading. You didn’t have time to tell Tigger you’d be gone, you kind of just…stopped coming.

You disappeared from his life.

And now he was standing right in front of you—

and you hadn’t even recognized him.

You had no phone, no email, or any form of communication with him. He was just, a forgotten memory of your past.

Soon, the memories you shared of him were pushed to the back of your mind—especially once you met Cameron.

Your eyes welled up with tears, you looked around hastily, seeing if security was in here, you couldn’t be too sure. You looked at him, this time with more familiarity, he looked down at you, he couldn’t contain his smile. You wanted to hug him, but the reality of your situation brought you back.

You knew the stakes of being seen with Lando, it wasn’t just security you had to watch out for,

it was the students,

His fans.

The events of the last few weeks have been…interesting (yet that was an understatement). Cameron…he was still your Cameron, but he was just so…different at the same time. The way people were so captivated with him,

It was as if they were devoted to him. That same reverence that the waiter had for Isaiah, you were starting to see it everywhere now with Cameron.You felt like you were losing yourself, like your choices weren’t yours anymore. Cameron had a leash on you and as the days went by, that leash felt tighter,

You felt like you were being choked. You knew Cameron wanted what’s best for you, but was his way of endearing care? Or control?

“Okay,” you said, as you were getting closer to the door, not facing Lando.

“I’ll go, but, we have to be discreet. There are eyes…everywhere.”

Lando nodded, “Already ahead of you,” he pulled out his phone, a map appeared on his screen.

“If you go to the South End,” he pointed to one corner, “there’s a utility hallway that leads to the West Baseball field outhouse. Walk behind the dugout, around here…”

he traced his finger around the dugout, to a giant X,

“...and the batting cages are right there.”

You nodded, until a memory popped into your head,

“Wait, I thought the South End women’s bathrooms were closed due to construction,” he waved you off,

“This place has been saying that for what---how many years now? I already checked it out--the doors even fucking unlocked.”

You still seemed unsure of this, what if a student saw you? What if security saw you?

Lando looked around, before he put his hand on your shoulder,

“Don’t worry Winnie, I got you, trust me,” he rubbed your arm in reassurance. You took a deep breath, Cameron was long gone already, so that eliminated one factor to worry about.

You looked at him and nodded, “You’re right, thank you Tigger.” you smiled.

“Follow my lead,” he said, he opened the door and yelled out,

“HEY!!! I HEARD CAMERON CADE IS ON THE EAST CAMPUS PATIO! HE’S GIVING OUT FREE TICKETS!” he pointed the opposite direction of where you’d have to go.

Everyone took off in a frenzy, rushing to get to the patio first. As soon as the hallway was cleared, he opened the classroom door again, motioning for you to join him. You both ran to the South Women’s Bathrooms.

The place was like a relic, stuck in time. These bathrooms were probably used in the 60’s--70’s latest. The lights were off and you used your phone light to find the other door. He used his shoulder to get the utility closet door open, when he opened it, a cloud of dust blew.

It was dark and the smell was murky,

He put his hand on the small of your back to guide you, before resorting to holding your hand. He was able to navigate blindly through the pathway with no light, and it was even darker than the Women’s Bathroom.

After a few turns, he opened a door and you could finally see the light from outside. You ran a hand through your hair, making sure you weren’t caught up in any cobwebs.

You could see the West Baseball Field a few meters away, you guys were near the back of the dugout. “Home stretch,” stated Lando, “let's go.” You both set off at a steady pace, within a minute or so, you arrived at the batting cages.

You huffed, placing your hands on your knees as you leaned over, out of breath. Your cardio wasn’t the best, you hadn’t really worked out since before Cameron left for Isaiah’s compound and off-season training.

“So,” you huffed, “what *breath* were you trying *breath* to tell me? *breath* *breath* *breath*”.

You guys went to a seat within one of the cages. He guided you to a seat, “You might want to sit down for this.” Despite not wanting to, you sat down anyways, looking at him.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a bit, “Cameron isn’t who you think he is, Winnie.” he looked at you to see what your reaction would be.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Pfft, we’ll I mean, yeah, he’s a quarterback for one of the biggest teams in the country--”

“--That’s not what I mean y/n.” Lando cut you off, if that’s not what he meant, what other possible explanation could there be?

“Has he been acting different? Have people around him been?”

You thought hard about it, yes, you noticed a bit of a difference, especially the mall.

But that’s just regular celebrity stuff, celebrities get free stuff all the time.

“Well I mean…we were at the mall last weekend and all of our stuff was free? I don’t think that’s really odd.” you shrugged your shoulders.

He shook his head, “Think Winnie, anything at all? Any personality changes that you weren’t apparent before?”

Lando shook his head slowly. “Think, Winnie. Anything. Even small.”

You hesitated.

Your fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.

“…He’s just under a lot of pressure,” you said quietly. “That’s all.” Lando didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

“That’s not what I asked.”

The silence stretched, your chest felt tight.

You swallowed. “…He gets angry,” you admitted.

Lando’s jaw ticked.

“How angry?”

You looked away.

Your voice dropped.

“There was this waiter… at dinner.”

Lando straightened slightly, eyes locking onto you.

“What happened?”

You hesitated again—but this time, the memory forced its way out.

“He spilled wine on me,” you said. “And Cameron just… snapped.”

Your fingers trembled slightly in your lap.

“He grabbed him. Slammed him into the table. He went ballistic…” your voice shook, “No one could stop him.”

You swallowed hard.

“It was until Isaiah told him to stop.”

Silence.

Lando didn’t react right away.

But something in his expression shifted—sharp, immediate.

“If it weren’t for the wine he spilled on me…” you trailed off.

Lando’s eyes narrowed.

“What kind of wine?”

You blinked, thrown off.

“…What?”

“The wine, Winnie. What kind?”

“I—I don’t know,” you said, confused. “Red? It tasted… kind of bitter—”

“—Metallic?”

Your breath hitched.

Slowly…

you nodded.

“…Yeah.”

Lando leaned back slightly, like that confirmed something he didn’t want to be true.

“Do you feel any different since then?” he asked, quieter now.

Your brows furrowed.

“What? No—Lando, what are you talking about?”

He studied your face like he was putting pieces together.

Then—

“Has he ever put his hands on you?”

Your breath caught.

You didn’t answer.

And that was answer enough.

Lando’s expression hardened instantly.

Slowly—carefully—he reached out and tilted your chin upward.

You froze.

His eyes scanned your neck.

The faint bruise.

Still there.

His jaw clenched.

Then his gaze dropped to your arm.

Another one.

Something in him snapped.

“…He did this?” his voice came out low. Dangerous.

You couldn’t speak.

Lando let go of your chin abruptly, standing up so fast the bench scraped loudly against the ground.

“Are you serious right now?” his voice cracked, anger spilling through. “Winnie—he put his hands on you and you’re still sitting here defending him?!”

You flinched.

“He didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t.” Lando snapped.

His hands dragged through his hair, pacing once, twice. “That’s not an accident. That’s not pressure. That’s not love.” He turned back to you, eyes burning. “That’s control.”

Your heart pounded in your chest.

“You don’t understand—”

“No, you don’t understand.” His voice dropped, intense, urgent. “You are not safe with him.” The words hit harder this time. “You need to get away from him. Now.”

“I…I can’t do that, he’ll find me one way or another,” you said, defeated. You buried your face into your hands, until a thought came to you.

“But Lando…how did you know about the taste of the wine?” You asked, facing him again.

Lando stared at you, wondering just how much to tell you. He exhaled deeply, running his hands up and down his knees.

“…Cameron is…Him.”

You blinked.

“…Yeah,” you said, confused. “They call him that online all the time, what’s your point—”

“—No.” Lando cut in, sharper this time. “Not like that.”

You froze.

“He’s not really Cameron anymore.”

Silence fell between you.

Thick.

Uncomfortable.

Lando swallowed, his jaw tightening before he spoke again.

“There’s…something else,” he said carefully. “Something that’s been around a lot longer than any of us.”

Your fingers tightened around your sleeves.

“What are you talking about…?”

“It’s not just fame, Winnie,” he continued, his voice lower now. “It’s not just talent, or pressure, or luck.”

He looked at you.

Dead serious.

“It’s a partnership.”

Your stomach dropped.

“A partnership…?”

He nodded once.

“With something that feeds off attention. Worship. Power.”

Your breathing slowed.

Unsteady.

“It found humans a long time ago,” Lando said. “Watched how people idolize things—sports, fame, status…how they’ll give everything to win.”

His eyes darkened slightly.

“And how they’ll give everything to someone who can win for them.”

A chill ran down your spine.

“So it started offering something back.”

You didn’t interrupt.

Couldn’t.

“Power. Influence. Control. The kind of control that makes people follow you without even realizing it.”

Your mind flashed—

The mall.

The cashier .

The way people looked at Cameron.

Lando leaned forward slightly.

“They don’t just admire him, Winnie.”

His voice dropped.

“They need him.”

Your chest tightened.

“And Cameron…” Lando exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “Cameron made that deal.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“He’s the quarterback,” Lando continued. “The one everyone depends on. The one who carries the team. The face of everything.”

His gaze locked onto yours.

“That’s exactly the kind of person it chooses.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“With the Saviors?” he added quietly. “Their star player? Their golden boy?”

A pause.

Then—

“The Saviors didn’t just find it.”

Lando’s voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“It found them.”

You stood up quickly,

“No…I don’t believe you.” You shook your head violently

“Winnie you know I wouldn’t lie to you,” Lando tried to hold your shoulders with his hands,

You ripped them off.

“That’s insane!” You exclaimed, “Cameron is a man of God and he wouldn’t do something like that—“

“—So why does he put his hands on you? Huh?! I bet you right now he doesn’t even have a Bible at his place” Lando threw his hands up, this shut you up.

“It’s because of the demon…the demon needs someone by his side…someone who who’s compliment, submissive…”

He looked you up and down,

“And that person is you.”

You laughed, but nothing was funny. You couldn’t believe what was going on, it’s only been a week and your world was turned upside down.

Lando seemed to know a lot about whatever was going on, you quirked an eyebrow and put a hand on your hip,

“So, you gonna tell me what you are then?” You asked him.

Lando stilled for a moment, wondering how carefully he’d have to choose his words. “Tigger…” you called him by his childhood name, Lando exhaled and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“It’s…complicated—arg!” He put his hand up to his head, bending over in pain. But you didn’t care.

“Didn’t seem so complicated when you were telling me my boyfriend was the damn devil!”

“Y/n,” he said in pain, his breaths becoming ragged, “I promise you that—urggh—”

“Maybe you’re just mad that I had left after all of these years and—”

“ARGHH! SILENCE!” Lando’s voice boomed, it sent you to the ground. But something about it was off, it sounded layered,

as if two people were speaking at the same time.

“WE WILL NOT TAKE THIS KIND OF DISRESPECT FROM YOU MORTAL” he said, standing over you.

You noticed that Lando’s eyes were dark—

—almost black,

Just like Cameron’s would be.

He started making his way over, taking slow, deliberate steps to where you were. You tried scooching back, but you were rooted in fear.

His breathing became even, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes, when he exhaled, his eyes were back to normal.

“So…do you believe us now?” He said, tilting his head lightly. Your eyes looked ready to bug out, but you slowly nodded anyway.

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You and Lando promptly went to the library. Prior to that, he retrieved a San Antonio University Angels hoodie for you to use that would prevent people from noticing you too well.

Lando checked out a study room, and you hastily made your way toward it.

In the study room, 1 out of the 4 walls was glass, while the others were soundproofed interior. There was a giant whiteboard with wheels to move it around, Lando moved it to the glass wall, to avoid anyone seeing it was you inside.

“I want to know…everything.” You said.

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You sat across from Lando, your fingers twisting together in your lap, trying to make sense of everything he had already said.

“…There are different entities,” he said quietly. “Differebr ones have different contacts. Different…rules.”

Your brows furrowed.

“…Did you sign one too?”

Lando shook his head immediately.

“No.”

A pause.

“I was born into it.”

Your stomach dropped.

“What does that even mean?”

He leaned back slightly, exhaling.

“It’s been in my family for generations,” he said. “This entity—it doesn’t just move on.”

His jaw tightened.

“It stays. It splits. It…multiplies.”

You stared at him.

“…That sounds worse.”

“It is,” he muttered.

His gaze shifted toward the whiteboard covering the glass wall.

Then—

he raised his hand.

With a small flick of his fingers, something appeared above the table.

Two forms.

One burned a deep, restless red.

The other—cool, shifting blue.

They moved like smoke.

Like sand.

Like they were breathing.

Your breath caught.

“Red,” Lando said, nodding toward the crimson one.

Then—

“Bleu.”

The two forms circled each other slowly, like they were aware of one another.

“They’re not just similar,” he said.

“They’re brothers.”

Your chest tightened.

“They came from the same place. The same…nothing.”

The smoke shifted.

Figures formed.

Men.

Dark-skinned.

Cloth wrapped around their waists.

Spears in hand.

“…They came here together,” Lando said. “Centuries ago.”

A beat.

“…Nigeria.”

The figures moved.

Then—

another shape formed.

Gold.

Feminine.

Radiant.

And for a second—

it looked like you.

Your breath hitched.

“They both found her,” Lando said.

“They both wanted her.”

The red and blue figures turned toward the golden one.

And then—

Lando’s body went still.

His voice dropped.

Layered.

“I found her first.”

Cold.

Not human.

Then he blinked—

and staggered slightly.

“Jesus—” he muttered, rubbing his head. “Can you let me finish without hijacking my body for five seconds?”

He rolled his eyes, but there was tension underneath it.

Like it wasn’t fully a joke.

“They fought,” he continued. “Not just as themselves—but through people.”

The table shifted again—

More figures.

Red.

Blue.

Clashing.

Weapons striking.

A war.

“They created multiples,” Lando said. “Used humans as extensions of themselves.”

Your chest tightened watching the figures collide.

“For years, they fought.”

A pause.

“Until Red ‘died.’”

The red form flickered—

but didn’t disappear.

“…He didn’t,” Lando said quietly.

“He survived.”

The image shifted.

A wounded soldier.

Barely breathing.

“Red stayed,” Lando said. “Inside him.”

His eyes darkened.

“He liked it here.”

A beat.

“He liked us.”

Your stomach turned.

“The violence. The competition. The way humans will give everything—body, mind, soul—to win.”

Your mind flashed—

Cameron.

The field.

The crowd.

“And more importantly…” Lando added, voice lower,

“…the way people worship winners.”

Silence.

“So he made a deal, a deal the soldier couldn’t refuse…

…give him strength, fame, power, and much more…”

The red figure stood on a throne, with red people bowing before him.

“The deal was too good to refuse. The soldier took it, not knowing that he’d be giving up his humanity as well. “

Your eyes widened.

“And Bleu?” you asked quietly.

Lando looked at the blue form.

For a second, something softer crossed his face.

“…He stayed too.”

A pause.

“He wasn’t drawn to power.”

His voice slowed slightly.

“Not like Red was.”

The blue form flickered—

less aggressive.

But not calm.

Just…contained.

“He was drawn to life,” Lando said. “Emotion. Connection. The way humans feel things so intensely…”

A beat.

“…But that doesn’t make him harmless.”

Your eyes flicked up.

Lando let out a breath.

“He feels everything stronger,” he said. “Every emotion. Every impulse.”

His hand clenched slightly on the table.

“And that includes hunger.”

The blue form pulsed.

Subtly.

Unsettling.

“He’s learned control,” Lando added quickly. “My family…we’ve adapted. We’ve had generations to manage it.”

Another pause.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.”

His jaw tightened.

“There are moments where it pushes.”

A beat.

“Where it wants more.”

Your stomach dropped.

“…More what?”

Lando didn’t answer directly.

And that told you enough.

The room felt colder.

“…When colonizers came,” he continued after a moment, his tone shifting again, “Bleu made a deal with a soldier as well, ended up on a ship.”

The image changed—

water.

Chains.

Bodies.

“…to America.”

Your chest tightened.

“He didn’t know Red followed.”

Silence.

Then—

Lando looked at you.

“Red’s line…leads to Cameron. The deal insured that their bloodline would have his power pass down.”

Everything in you stilled.

“Wait—so you’re saying…”

The figures dissolved instantly.

Gone.

“You’re saying both of your families have just…been carrying these things?”

Lando nodded.

“After the war, Red hid deep inside that soldier,” he said. “Healing him. Using him.”

His jaw clenched.

“Planning.”

He leaned back slightly.

“When I—when we—saw Cameron on East Campus…”

A pause.

“…I had to hold him back.”

Your brows furrowed.

“…Him?”

“—Bleu.”

“You named him Bleu?” you cut in.

A voice answered—

not his.

“Not my fault I can’t remember my name.”

You blinked.

Lando smacked the side of his head—

and immediately winced.

“Yeah, great, that hurts me too,” he muttered.

Despite everything—

you laughed.

Brief.

Uncontrolled.

Then the tension snapped back into place.

Lando leaned forward again.

“…During class, we felt it,” he said.

“The moment you walked in.”

Your chest tightened.

“We realized what Bleu has been looking for.”

His eyes softened.

“Why he brought me here.”

Your mind flashed—

The crowd.

Cameron revealing you.

Lando’s expression that day.

“He brought me to you,” Lando said quietly.

A beat.

“We were always supposed to find each other.”

Your heart skipped.

“…How can you be so sure?”

Lando exhaled slowly.

“Because I’ve felt it for years.”

He looked at you.

“I didn’t even know Bleu was part of me until I turned twelve.”

Your breath caught.

“That was right after you left.”

A pause.

“And ever since then…”

His voice softened.

“…every time I thought about you, something pulled.”

Another beat.

“I just didn’t understand it back then.”

You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and attempting to process the information.

You opened them, “So…what happens now?”

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Bonnie transported back to her base, being greeted by lower ranking coven members.

She made her way to the bar where she was met with,

“You took your time getting back.” The lady said, drinking some wine. Bonnie rolled her eyes, “Cade called for a meeting back in his world, we took the—“

“—Cloaking spell off of the girl?” The lady said. Bonnie nodded, waving her hand and the bottle floated, pouring a shot of bourbon.

She rolled her eyes, muttering a “Finally. That beast has been working the girls out.” Bonnie drank the shot, wincing a bit at the burning sensation in her throat.

“I got a job for you though,” Bonnie swung the barstool from side to side. The lady quirked a brow, “As in…?”

“We gotta watch his girl, something about an opposition trying to take her from him. I told him I’d send my best out—and that’s you.”

The lady rolled her eyes, “What’s the use of a locator spell if I have to go out to the human world?” She said the words ‘human world’ with great distaste.

“He’s paying big for this one, all you gotta do is sit there and watch her.” Bonnie said.

The lady didn’t budge, crossing her arms and facing the other way instead.

Bonnie sighed,

She thought for a second and waved her hand, from the bar, out came an aged bottle. She motioned the bottle to pour a glass, and levitated the glass toward the lady.

The glass nudged the lady’s cheek, the lady tried not to laugh.

“You know I’m still older than you right?” Bonnie said, grinning a bit,

The lady cracked a smile as well accepting the glass, “You don’t have to remind me, sister.”

Bonnie poured another shot.

They hugged each other, “I’ll send you the details soon, I have some work to do. I trust you’ll take this assignment seriously”. Bonnie drank the shot and set the cup down.

She playfully rolled her eyes, “Love you too Bonbon.”

Bonnie smiled,

“Love you too Prudence.”

Bonnie teleported out of the bar area to her office.

Prudence laughed to herself, shaking her head,

“The things you do for family.”

And with that, Prudence took another sip of her favorite drink.

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Ch. V

The room was tense, even with the lack of lighting, you could tell Cameron’s dark eyes were boaring into your soul. Your breath caught in your chest when he asked the question. The tension in the room was so thick you could probably cut it with one of the broken shards of glass from earlier this evening. Cameron swayed a little bit, and you noticed a wine bottle in his hand.

“He’s someone from my class. He’s new,” you said, trying to even out your voice but failing miserably. He just nodded his head, giving out a dry laugh, he approached you closer and you backed up into a wall of the room, “For someone who’s new, he sure seems interested in you”. His lust-filled eyes raked over your frame in the sleepwear Elsie had given you. His fingers lightly traced your face (and you tried your best not to flinch…you had learned when Cameron would get quiet like this, he was unpredictable).

“So beautiful…” he said, tracing your lips, all of a sudden, he grabbed your neck. “Do you think I’m stupid y/n?” you fervently shook your head no, he then squeezed your neck even harder and got close to your ear, “You want to answer again how you know him?” you could smell the alcohol on his breath with that same familiar metallic smell. You started to claw at his hand, you could feel your feet lift off the ground as his dark eyes bored into your own. You were trying to struggle out of his grip but he didn’t let up, you started seeing black dots form before he finally let you go. You slid down the wall, your throat burning for oxygen, you coughed and watched him as he stared down at you. He pulled out his phone and your blood ran cold,

It was a picture of you and Lando, outside of the campus building, looking down at you with those eyes. He swiped again and another was of you and Lando on the field laughing. It seemed harmless at the beginning, Lando looked close,

and from this angle, he looked a little too close.

Cameron got down low to be at eye level with you, “Like I said, do you think I’m stupid…?” You shook your head, “Baby I promise you, he’s just a new student, yesterday was literally his first day,” you told (more like begged) him so that he’d understand. He grabbed a file on top of a nearby dresser,“Ah yes,” he started, “Lando Johnson, transferred from Hawkins University to Bringston University to San Antonio University—hm, this guy doesn’t quit…perfect grades, perfect baseball skills, blah blah blah same old All-American bullshit”. He rolled his eyes, throwing the file somewhere and had his phone back in hand.

He looked into your eyes, searching for any hint of a lie, his voice changed to a softer tone, “I believe you”.

You looked up at him and your eyes started to water, “How did you get that?” you said in between gasps of air. He tossed his phone mindlessly on the bed, “I mean you heard what Isaiah said, fans can do crazy things. Back in training, my mind would run crazy not knowing I couldn’t be there at all times to protect you. Isaiah brought the idea of having 24/7 security”. Your eyes wanted to bug out of your head, how had you never noticed this? You tried thinking back to when and where security could have been watching you.

“If you’re trying to figure out where they are, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. They’re paid to be invisible,” he booped your nose and let out a little laugh.

“I almost thought you cheated on me, I knew you wouldn’t”.

You looked up at him, your eyes welling with tears “...you really think I’d do that to you? After all we’ve been through?”. Your voice broke at the last part of your sentence. Did Cameron really think you’d do that? You and him have been dating since high school for fucks sake. His dark eyes softened along with his voice, “Hey, baby, I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” he said. He gently placed his arms on you, soothing you. Despite your anger at his audacity, you couldn’t help but melt in his arms. After giving you a few moments to let it out, a silence fell in the living room.

“I didn’t mean it like that baby,” Cam started, and he sounded like his old genuine self. “I just don’t trust other people, you feel me? You heard what Isaiah was talking about at dinner. I just wouldn’t want someone to try and get close to you and potentially harm you”. He went to rub your cheek but you pulled back. You looked away from him, you couldn’t bear to look at him at this moment, this personality switch was starting to give you whiplash. He continued on, “You’re so beautiful, your personality lights the room when you walk in. You’ve helped me get through tough times, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I wouldn’t want anyone taking such a beautiful angel from me”. His eyes were lowered to the ground, you brought your hand to the side of his face, raising it. You looked up at him, “That’s not going to happen, you know that. I only love you.” you assured him. “What we have is real, I don’t want the world to ruin that once we go public,” he said, caressing your face.

“But Cameron,” you started, “this isn’t right…there are other ways we can talk about things we have an issue with--” “Do you think those other ways have been effective?” He raised his voice, I’ve tried talking to yo ass about us going public--yes there’s risks to your safety, but you don’t think I’ll have the means of taking care of that?” he looked at you. You threw your hands up, "And how…how would you take care of it? What if I’m on campus-or even out with friends and someone tries to harm me—”

“I’d kill them in a heartbeat,” he said with no hesitation.

That stopped you in your tracks, you scanned his face just to make sure you heard him properly, “So you’d kill for me?” You asked him. He leaned in close to you, his voice getting low with a ragged edge to it,

“I’d burn the whole world if it kept you warm”.

Your breath had caught in your throat, all you could do was stay silent, especially with the blazing intensity of Cam’s stare.

“But…it’s not just that…” you continue, I don’t want my achievements or future ventures being overshadowed by my involvement with you. I want to be able to work for the things I want, not just have them handed to me”.

“Oh give me a fucking break y/n…when are you gonna wake up and join the real world? Not the one surrounded by your books and labs and college campus. You won’t be able to get far if you don’t have the proper connections anyways. You’ll just be something they undervalue and use, casting you to the side after they’ve sucked you dry for all your worth—or all they think you’re worth”. Your eyes filled with tears, you shook your head, “That’s not true,” you choked out, but he wouldn’t let up. “And by the time you’ve figured you’re worth more than what they thought…it’ll already be too late. You’ll be drained out of your mind wondering where it all went wrong. You think they’ll promote you before they promote a Molly or Becky? Wake the fuck up”. He spat. Your tears started to come down, you swallowed down a sob that threatened to come out.

“But…” he said, his tone softened, “having my name will open doors for you, I hope you can see that sooner rather than later. You think your mom worked so hard to watch some white guy not realize the potential before him? I’m doing this because I love you baby. Understand?” You stayed silent, only nodding your head. “Gimme a kiss,” he said. You gave him a quick smooch out of spite, but he gripped your chin and deepened the kiss. The kiss didn’t feel like one of love, only possession, lust, and a domineering aura that oozed from the kiss.

“Let’s go to sleep, you can’t miss your 9am micro lecture right? Yvonne and Erica are definitely not gonna be on time with how many Cutwaters she drank tonight,” he laughed as he carried you to the bed. You looked at him when he said that last part,

he told you that with a purpose, he wasn’t just watching you,

he was also watching your friend and classmates too.

It was a reminder that anyone was reachable, especially the people closest to you.

“Let me use the bathroom first,” you said, quickly getting up before he could even respond. You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at where he choked you. You stifled a sob, you were for sure going to have a bruise there. Your eyes looked red and tired, and your dark circles looked darker than usual, mostly due to the stress from school and Cameron. You splashed some water on your face before coming back to the bed.

You tried to scootch further away, he pulled you back to him. You could feel something poking your butt and you silently prayed you wouldn’t have to have sex with him tonight. You were mentally and emotionally drained after today. His breathing was steady as he played with your ear piercings before falling asleep.

You couldn’t sleep though. The events of tonight were not something you could just brush off. When Cameron got mad, it scared you, you could barely be in the same room with him when he’s mad—it’s as if his temper suffocates you. And you know that he was not lying about killing someone for you. What he did to that poor boy tonight—you couldn’t imagine what Cameron would have done if Isaiah never stepped in.

And Isaiah and Elsie too, the way they were so casual about it all--as if Cameron didn’t beat that poor boy near to death--was this their rich people norm? Would this be your new norm? You ran the convo over of Cameron saying how life would be easier if your relationship went public. No more running off to the bathroom when Cameron would quickly call from training or away games while you were at school, no more hiding your smile when he’d send you good morning texts. Financially, you’d be free too, no more bank loans, and work study, you know Cameron wouldn’t let you stress yourself out like that. Also, it was killing you not to tell Yvonne, she knew you best and could definitely tell you’re hiding something, she would press, but when you wouldn’t let up, her mouth would form a tight line and nod once, changing the subject right after.

Maybe hiding this was taking a toll on Cameron, you’d see post game interviews of the Saviors players talking about how they couldn’t wait to see their lovers after the game. Maybe this was something Cameron wanted to share as well. To be fair, you were putting your needs above his in this situation, when it’s a relationship you’re both involved in. Maybe you were overreacting the whole thing. But Cameron putting his hands on you was definitely something new. In the years you’ve both been together, he’s never put his hands on you til now. You were at a crossroads with it, you love Cam, and he loved you, you knew how much he went through with his father passing away early in his life. It changed him and his family forever, and you could tell. He still had that sparkle in his eyes, but there were times when he was stressed with football, he became distant. It was as if there was a void in his presence that came whenever he was mad or frustrated. Maybe it’d stop after going public.

You made a decision; you’d start off by telling Yvonne, praying it wouldn’t slip out to others just yet. You just had to test the waters and see how well Yvonne would take you lying to her for the last 3 and a half years of your collegiate career.

You wanted to do it somewhere private, somewhere not even his security could find you both (you made a mental note to watch out for who they could be on campus). You checked your phone and it was 4:30 am, you decided to close your eyes to try and get a few hours of sleep.

But that feeling from earlier still stirred in you--one you couldn’t shake off. It was from Cameron saying he’d kill for you,

Something that should have shocked you instead gave you a warm feeling of safety.

And that was what ultimately kept you up at night.

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You woke up to Cameron giving you kisses on your head, he carried you out to the bathroom. You were still groggy from the little sleep you obtained last night. “You sleep good baby?” Cameron asked, his morning voice filling up the room. You nodded, you were half-sleep half coherent.

You leaned in and gave him a kiss, he deepened it, biting your bottom lip. You allowed him entrance and he happily took it, your tongues mixed together, trying to find any spot of sensitivity and make its mark. You were both starting to breathe heavy, but you pulled back, looking at the time. It was 6:30am, and you knew if you were to continue these activities you’d for sure be late. “I have class babe, and you know we’re far out from the city”, you told him, hoping he wouldn’t blow up about it. He just huffed, “Keep teasing me like that we might have to send your teacher a doctor’s note,” he laughed. He seemed in a good mood, that was good.

He carried you to the bathroom, to your surprise, there was a hot shower already started. “Can I join you?” he asked softly, you took a moment to think, before eventually nodding. You both stripped, with you entering first and him following after. The water was just the right temperature, near to scorching hot. The steam filled the room as you both washed each other, it felt like old times, when you would sneak over to Cam’s on the nights he couldn’t sleep or think about anything. The morning after, you’d both shower together to not draw any suspicion to there being two showers going on back to back (it was really because you and Cam were freaked the fuck out teenagers).

You faced the showerhead, instantly relaxing from the hot water, washing the soap and memories of last night away. You felt Cameron’s presence behind you, his hands caressing your body slowly. You could feel his breath get closer to your ear. “Wish I could always have you like this,” he whispered, “you look so beautiful baby…all mine,” he said while kissing your neck and shoulder. You could feel his member getting harder, he turned you so that you were facing him.

Using his height difference, he was able to place hisself in between your legs, right underneath your clit. Your breath hitched and you tried to hide your surprise, looking everywhere but him. He lifted your chin up, “Look at me,” he said softly, as soon as your eyes met his, you quite literally jumped. For a split second, Cameron was covered in blood and the shower was spewing it out, you looked down at yourself and you were covered in blood as well. Your breath hitched and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You blinked again and everything was back to normal. “You okay baby?” he asked. You nodded, “Y-yeah, I’m fine, guess I’m still a little tired”. He caressed your cheek and engulfed your lips and his in a kiss, so tender, and gentle. You kissed him back, and he moved his member against your clit, you moaned into his mouth, lightly scratching his back, you felt him groan as he started to suck your bottom lip, feeling your body roughly.

You could feel him close to your entrance, but he stopped himself, kissing your forehead. As he pulled back you tried to steady your breathing. If the bathroom wasn’t so steamy you’d have seen his pleased expression, admiring you before he finished washing.

You both stepped out, he handed you a towel and you both dried off and lotioned. You headed into the room and saw clothes laid out for you and Cameron. Laid out was a black pair of jeans, and white tank top, and a cropped leather letterman jacket. The back of it said ‘Saviors’ across each shoulder, with Cameron’s number on the bottom.

You looked at the brand of the clothes and it was from some designer you couldn’t even pronounce. Cameron soon stepped out, “Elsie’s assistant brought them in, I told Isaiah your sizes and he got it made for you,” he explained. “Wow,” you said, looking at the clothes, “everything’s so expensive,” you said looking at him. He laughed lightly, “You’ll get used to it,” he said.

Cameron pulled out a jewelry box, “Open it,” he said. You opened it to see Chanel earrings, a matching necklace, and a Movado watch. Your eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets, Movado watches were very expensive. Your dad had bought one for you mom after engaging (little did you know about the loan he took out to get it for her). “A gift from Elsie and Isaiah, they wanted to welcome you to the family”. You were speechless, you tried handing the box back to him, “C-Cam, I can’t take this—”

“—You can, and you will. They won’t take no for an answer—especially Elsie. They flew out last night and arrived this morning straight from Italy”. He took out the necklace, and was about to place it around your neck. You noticed two letters on it, “What do the letters stand for?” He smiled, “You don’t recognize it?” You shook your head.

“It’s your future initials,” he said, “Y/n Cade”. Your smile faltered a little bit, but you still kept it. You should be thankful for the situation you’re in, not many people got this opportunity. “Gimme a kiss,” he said, and your lips crashed together. Your phone buzzed and the time was 7:35, you silently cursed. “Shit, we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave out now,” you stated, but it felt like you were asking for permission. Cameron could easily take control of the situation so you chose your words carefully.

He nodded, “The driver should be outside”. You took your bath towel and his to dumb in the bathroom hamper. You noticed the small face towel you used last night, you noticed there was a brown cracked stain on the towel, and you furrowed your brows. “The fuck…?” You didn’t put on much makeup, certainly nothing to make a brown stain such as this. You’ve seen this kind of stain before, one that happened when a specific substance oxidized…no way this could be b—

“Baby, the driver’s waiting on us!” He said. You snapped out of your train of thought, placing the towels in the hamper quickly so you wouldn’t keep him waiting. You stepped out and he was changed, he was wearing a similar outfit. He had in the Saviors team jacket, some shades tucked onto his shirt, and black jeans with a pant chain on them. He had a similar watch to you as well.

“I should thank them,” you said as you walked out into the labyrinth of hallways, “Don’t bother, they’re already out for the day, we’ll see them again sometime later,” he said. He had his arm around you as he led you to the exit. You cursed at yourself, “Cammy I don’t have my bookbag,” you told him, slightly pouting. Time was running and you know you wouldn’t have time to grab your stuff from his apartment and then back to school.

He rubbed your arm as you both approached the car, “Awww, I havent heard you call me that in a while,” he said, kissing your forehead, “don’t worry, I have it covered,” the driver standing beside the car opens the back door, what you saw made your jaw drop.

There was an iPad Pro, MacBook Pro, an Apple Watch, and AirPod Maxes on the seat, and a black and red leather bookbag next to the items, with a bow on each box. “Wha…what is all of this?” You asked, looking at him. “For you, consider it a motivational gift to get you through graduation,” he said, looking at you. “You’re right though, you’re so close, so why not cross the finish line? We can think about post-grad after you’re done with school”.

He led you in the seat and the driver pulled off. “Open it,” he said, handing you the MacBook. It was silver, with your name engraved right below the Apple logo, there was also a case to go with it as well. You placed it in the book bag and he handed you another box, the iPad. You unboxed it and placed a black case on it, as you were about to put it in your new bookbag, you found an Apple Pencil in there. You set it up and charged it on the iPad, each with your name engraved on it. As he handed you the Apple Watch, he said, “Set it up later, the Movado looks good on you,” he said. You nodded and placed it in your bag, opening the Airpod Max headphones. They were a custom designed, (describe whatever your dream headphones would look like).

After placing everything in your bag, you were already at school. The driver was going to step out and opened the door, you told him, “No need,” before looking back at Cam, who had a flicker of disappointment spread across his face. You gave him a kiss and opened the door, “Call me as soon as you’re out okay?” You nodded and both said I love you. You closed the door behind you and walked to the student center doors. You noticed the car hadn’t left yet, maybe it would leave by the time you got into the building.

———————-/in the car…/—————————-

Cameron watched you walk in, as the door closed, he got on the phone with someone, only saying 3 words, “Drop the cloak,” he said, before hanging up.

——————-/on campus/——————————-

You spotted Yvonne and she spotted you, “There you are loca, thought you’d be late again today,” she joked. “Hey, we need to talk,” you both quickly hugged and she could sense your urgency. “Hey are you okay?” She asked and gave you a once-over, “holy shit nice outfit, you finally go on that sugar daddy website I told you about?” She wiggled her eyebrows. You grabbed her arm, “Not now, it’s important,” you dragged her through the student center, trying to find an empty study room.

“Relax, if you’re jittery about the exam we’ve been studying for, he moved it a few days up. Also when’d you get that Saviors jacket I didn’t know they had that style—hey not too hard I like this limb!” She whined as she was dragged by you. You were out of luck trying to find an empty room. You settled for a sitting down at the cafe, no one was really there and you suspected that no one would listen.

“Alright,” you said as you both sat down, “now I know I’ve been keeping this from you, and I just wanna start off and say I’m really sorry,” you said looking at her. She furrowed her brows, “if it’s about the sugar daddy website you know I won’t judge—”

“—-Yvonne, no! It’s not that! It’s just that…I have a boyfriend”. She pfft at you, “Hell I knew that much, but I never knew why you always hid him—“ she leaned in closer and whispered, “—oh shit is he your side dick?” You shook your head no. “My boyfriend…his name is…Ca—”

Before you could get his name out, you heard a girl student screaming behind you, she was sitting to the right of you, facing the student center doors. You just looked at her for a second, wondering why she was screaming bloody murder and faced Yvonne again, but her attention wasn’t on you anymore. “Y-Yvonne? You there?” You asked, you waved your hand in front of her face, “Earth to Yvonne…? Hellooooo?” Soon, you heard more gasps and screams of excitement behind you. “What the fuck is with everyone today?” As you turned to look behind you, your mouth dried,

Cameron was at the student center entrance staring right at you.

Students flocked to him, holding out papers for autographs and their phones to record him. You swallowed, forcing yourself to break eye contact first, you looked back to Yvonne but she was already up and moving, going towards Cameron as if she was in a trance. “This can’t be real…” she said dreamily. “You’re tellin me,” you said under her breath. Someone was recording him and asked him, “What are you doing here at our school?”

He smiled a charismatic smile, the same one you see him put on in interviews and when he’s with fans, you knew it wasn’t his genuine smile, he was putting on a show. “I actually came to drop something off for my girlfriend,” he said, and if you didn’t have melanin, you’d be sure your skin had paled. Some girls sighed in disappointment (as if they had a chance with him anyway), “Well, the same girl said, “who is she?” Your eyes pleaded to him, ‘Not yet, please,’ you said mentally. “She’s actually here right now,” he said, his fans leaned in, desperate to find out who it could be.

He raised his hand up and pointed right at you, slowly, everyone, including Yvonne, turned and faced you. You tried to control your breathing, all eyes and phones on you made you feel singled out. You looked back at Cameron, he looked at you and his eyes said a message, ‘Smile,’ he mouthed. You finally put together a smile, looking at everyone. “Hi everyone,” you gave a small wave. Whispers erupted amongst the crowd,

“She’s in my lab”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before”

“She’s in McCarthy’s lecture right?”

“How did she even bag him?”

“She is pretty”

“That was supposed to be yo damn daddy”

“She goes to this school?”

You looked at them and then looked at Cameron, you blinked and what happened earlier occurred again. Everyone around Cam were groveling before him. He sat on a throne, wearing a bloody Saviors uniform. They chanted his name, flashing pictures at him and worshipping him. In the vision, he looked at you and held his hand out for you to take.

You blinked, harder, longer, trying to get your mind out of that. You opened your eyes and you were back at school, the crowd had made way for you to walk up to him. You didn’t notice that your legs picked themselves up and moved toward him. He wrapped his arm around you and looked down at you, “I forgot to give you your laptop charger. Thought I put it in your bag,” he handed a box to you, everyone aww’d, including Yvonne and you had to use every muscle in your body to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Thanks…baby,” you said awkwardly, he subtly squeezed your arm and you smiled wider, “what would I do without you?” You said. Everyone aww’d again,

“They’re so cute together”

“They make the perfect couple”

“Their like Beyoncé and Jay-Z”

He kissed your forehead and the flashes from cameras flickered faster and faster. As he pulled away, you noticed a figure off in the distance,

Lando.

His jaw ticked and he walked away. You wanted to go after him and straighten things out, reviewing the situation you were wrong from not telling him you at least have a boyfriend. After a few more seconds, “Okay people,” Yvonne yelled out, “it’s 8:57 and my best friend and I—yeah, best friend and I have class, so skidaddle”. She waved them off. Cam’s security popped up out of nowhere and made them back away as well.

“So you’re the famous Yvonne,” Cameron said, holding his hand, she shook his hand, “And you’re the famous boyfriend she’s been hiding, never thought she’d keep a secret like this from me,” she said. “Don’t blame her, we were trying to get a right time to go public. Honestly we were gonna do it after graduation,” he lied. You looked at her, “It’s not like I didn’t wanna tell you,” she slightly rolled her eyes, “you don’t think I can keep a secret?” “Of course I do! I was just…scared. I didn’t want people to only be my friend or to get opportunities because of my relationship, I wanted to do it organically”. She huffed, “You do have a point, if you weren’t my best friend I’d probably be mad at you way longer,” she smirked. You both hugged, “So you’re really not mad?” you asked Yvonne, to which she shook her head. “Of course not, I got your back, always”.

“We should get going though, McCarthy’s gonna blow a gasket if you’re late again,” she said. You looked at him and he let you go, “See you after school today baby,” he said, “Love you,” you said, walking away with Yvonne.

You guys made it just in time, the teacher powered on the projector and started talking about the chapter. You pulled out your iPad and got to work on downloading the lecture slides and writing down notes. The door opened and closed, someone slipped into the seat next you. “Mr. Johnson I’ll pretend I didn’t see you,” McCarthy said before going back to the lecture. You looked at Lando sitting next to you and your eyes widened.

“Lando, I’m so sor—”

“Don’t worry, I get it,” was all he said.

You whispered, “I never said anything because I didn’t want people to only befriend me because of it, it’s not like I didn’t want to keep it a secret forever, I just—”

“Y/n,” he put his hand on your arm, “I promise, I get it”. You looked at the arm he had on you and quickly pulled away, “I can’t, he’s watching me. I’m not even supposed to be speaking to you right now—”

“—Miss (last name)! If you could save your conversation for after my lecture it would be very appreciated thank you”. He said, clearly frustrated. You both leaned back in your seats and he mouthed, ‘Later’ to which you nodded, trying to concentrate back on the lecture.

——————————/Cam’s apartment/————————

“So,” the African American woman said while pacing Cameron’s office, “wanna tell me why you needed me to take off the cloaking spell? I thought you were gonna wait longer than that”.

He had his feet on his desk, laid back in his seat, “Guess it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. I mean why are you complaining? I thought it took too much energy out of you to do it”. She nodded slowly, “Trust with why you pay my coven and I there’s never a complaint. But I know you didn’t call me here to just talk about that, so what’s up?”

Cameron threw a file down on the table, she sat down to open and read it. “Lando Johnson…what the hell do you want with some college baseball kid?” She looked up at him perplexed.

“I need you to put a locator spell on him, there’s something…fishy about him. I just need to see and make sure for myself”. He said. “Do you have any DNA of his by chance?” He lifted a brow, “Thought you didn’t need DNA to locate him?” She gave him a questioning look, “Isaiah told me so, he knows a lot about your spell and your kind”. She nodded.

“It helps for a stronger locator,” she said, “takes less time and is less draining on my coven. Something also tells me you’re probably gonna do something else to him”. She said, eyeing the picture of you and Lando outside of the student center.

He nodded, “The DNA can be arranged, I’ll get security on it,” he said, smiling darkly”. The convo seemed to be done, so the lady stood up and looked at him. “Once you have the DNA, let me know. I’ll get one of the girls to start looking for him,” she grabbed the picture of Lando. As she made her way to the door, she said, “The usual bank account is fine, have it wired by tonight and I’ll give you an answer tomorrow”. He followed her out as she opened the door, “By Cameron,” she said, closing it.

“By Bonnie”. Cameron said, plopping on the couch.

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Hey guys! I’m so sorry for the long wait! I had lost a family member, had to attend the funeral, then was hit with writer’s block/depression.

The cat’s out of the bag! And to think we thought Cameron’s control and obsession would stop and he’d wait for y/n to let announce them and go public, but his impulses couldn’t help himself. This is just the start obsessive spiral Cameron twisted himself and y/n in.

Bonnie’s finally in the story! There’s more to come with her and her involvement with Cam’s control over y/n and his worshipers fans, I just had to give her a prelude into the story an finally figured out how I wanted to do it.

Let me know what y’all think! Please like and comment, I notice your comments and I love reading them! They do help a lot.

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[jodielandons]

THAT'S SO RAVEN (2003-2007) S3E10 'True Colors'

[bamb1ss]

WAVES.

‘bout mine part III

“ first I blame you, then I want you. fucking hate you,

then I love you. I can't help myself, no ”

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, teddy makes a shocking revelation that undoubtedly shifts the tide between the two of you, not by much but enough.

CASSETTE Waves - Normani & 6lack

¡WARNINGS! 18+ MDNI, smut! dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, toxicity, angst, yearning, push&pull, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, oral!f receiving

A/N ‘in his dreams’ III coming soon! feeding yall on this good saturday afternoon 🙂‍↕️ you definitely can’t have too much fun without some chaos 🍵 ! stuck between doing 2 more parts or just doing one big finale with 2 parts condensed into one, thank you guys for reading <3

the next morning got off to a quiet start. teddy gave you the space you’ve been asking for. not pushing, but never too far away. it seemed to work

until it didn’t.

he climbed out of bed first, placing a kiss on your head before going downstairs to cook breakfast. after dragging yourself into the connected bathroom and getting your day started, you followed suit.

he ate at the dining room table and brought your food out to you on the back porch, planting another kiss to your head before leaving you be again. you’d been sitting in the hammock chair with your legs pulled to your chest, watching as the sun slowly creeped up into the sky.

despite the much needed comfort he’d given you the night before you’re still pissed about the situation he’s gotten—forced you both into. you spent the remainder of the night thinking, rationalizing. planning.

you slipped back in through the sliding glass doors and into the kitchen, placing your empty dishes into the sink and rinsing your hands before heading for the stairs.

out of instinct your eyes drifted to teddy, watching as he pushed his food around on the plate in front of him, a far away look in his eyes

and still, you headed upstairs without a word.

you did a little exploring on the second floor. quietly padding around and peering into each room.

you were too angry to notice or care about anything other than needing to leave last night, but the deeper you went the more you realized that not only did he get you a house built from the ground up,

it’s your dream house.

everything you’ve ever mentioned about your ideal home had been etched into the place.

a sauna, a room for pilates and yoga, even a fucking library among many other things.

you were slowly tracing your fingers along the pages of the thesaurus displayed on the desk beneath a lamplight when he walked in.

“how are you feeling?” his voice was low and careful, but you were still startled by the sound nonetheless

he noticed.

you spoke without facing him

he noticed that too.

“i’m okay.” you respond quietly, eyes still burning into the pages but none of the words computing. you were too distracted by his presence

he doesn’t say anything but you hear him move from his spot, and his footsteps got louder as he inched closer to you.

you still didn’t turn around.

he stood behind you, hovering. close enough that you felt his body heat on your back.

and then he said something you never expected to come out of his mouth.

“i told her.”

you paused your fake reading,

her.

his wife.

“you told her …. what?” you asked after a beat

“about you, us.” he filled the space between you, “this” his large hand slowly slid around your waist to your stomach, pulling you into him. your back against his bare chest

you were at a loss for words. refusing to believe anything he’d just said. you almost wanted to laugh.

“you’re lying. you wouldn’t.” was all you could manage through the uneven breathing. he rested his head on the side of yours, mouth near your ear now “i would, and i did. i’m not hiding this anymore, (Y/N). ” he said, voice muffled into your curls, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into your stomach.

your hand touched his briefly, then retracted just as fast

“so do you expect us to be some big happy family now?” you turn slightly to catch his eyes and he lets you,

“or you can stop pretending like this isn’t something real.” he holds your eyes with each word, hand still planted on your stomach “it’s not an ideal situation, trust me i know, but that doesn’t change the way we feel about each other.”

you scoff at that, peeling his hand from around you and sliding further down the desk, creating a gap between the two of you

“it’s not an ideal situation because of you, teddy. you did this!” you motion to your stomach, he looks taken aback at the statement. not anger, but hurt.

“i don’t think you understand how fucked up this all really is,” you huff a laugh “i feel so disgusted with myself right now. and the worst part ? you haven’t even apologized”

“you’re right, (Y/N). okay? i should have planned better—

“you shouldn’t have planned anything! you should’ve just let me go and made things work with the woman you married!” you snap and the room quiets. he shakes his head in disbelief, sliding a hand to the nape of his neck

silence drags on with nothing but unwavering eye contact cutting through it

“i’m sorry.”

it comes out in a whisper.

“i know saying it now doesn’t undo anything, but i mean it.”

your eyes drop from his to the floor, your jaw tightened

“and don’t ever for a second think you were disposable to me.” he’s closing the space, again. hands held out as if he’s hoping to catch you in them “ i didn’t ‘make things right’ with her because i only wanted you. that’s all it’s ever been, (Y/N).”

you look up and he’s staring down at you. those eyes. always piercing right through you, cold as steel, as if he’s trying to read your mind. read you

“i just…i don’t know what’s supposed to happen now, teddy.” your voice softens “you told your wife, now what? what’s next? we publicize this, pretending like we didn’t fuck up? do you think i want to do that?”

even as the words leave your mouth the reality of it all settles in. there’s no version of this where this ends quietly, peaceful.

“and what did she even say?” you press, nerves swelling “you’re not gonna convince me that she wasn’t pissed, because i expect that—

“she threw her own shit back in my face.” he cut in blankly, no emotion, just a shrug. earning a look of confusion from you

“danica is …. danica.” he said it like that just explains everything “you’re right, she’s pissed. but she always is. there’s nothing i could’ve said that would’ve changed that, regardless of what she has going on.” he’s still speaking as if he couldn’t be bothered by her, it boggles your mind

and frightens you.

“that’s it?” you ask quietly, eyes narrowed “that’s all you have to say about the woman you share a kid with finding out you got someone else pregnant?”

his jaw clenches

“i’m just being real with you, (Y/N).”

real.

that sends a chill down your spine.

not because he told his wife, but because he sounds so…unfazed. like the fall out from this doesn’t matter to him

he notices the look on your face and his expression softens

he sighs and steps in, resting his hands on either side of you at the desks edge, encasing you with his arms, “we’ll figure all of this out. i promise” he murmurs, steadying his hand at your waist, pushing his forehead against yours

your eyes fluttered shut, and for a brief moment you were back there. back to the way things used to be. the way your laughs fell over each other’s, how warm he felt when you were entangled in his arms, how safe you were. before he had you stuck in this house, carrying a child you know you shouldn’t be

the fucked up part is, you really do love him. even knowing how messy all of this is. how wrong.

he retracts. his eyes trace every inch of your face slowly, lips hovered just inches above yours

your heart is pumping at the closeness. it feels too dangerous

so you turn your head and break through his hold, writhing away from him

you clear your throat, back facing him with your fists clenched tightly at your sides to ground yourself

“i’m gonna go shower.”

you’re down the hallway before he can even respond. legs moving on autopilot, hurriedly slipping into the bedroom and releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

your hands fly to your face, palms rubbing into your eyes as an attempt to reset every feeling that just coursed through you. it isn’t right. you know better.

“fuck that. no” you say sternly to yourself

you hurry to the drawer closest to the window and pick through the lounge clothes he’s filled it with for you, all things that he knows you like. the continuous attention to detail is really starting to piss you off.

finally deciding on the floral three piece set, you lay them out atop the dresser in front of you

and then, you feel it.

him.

the weight of the room shifts, the floor settling beneath him. you don’t acknowledge him, you just keep fumbling through the drawer, pretending you’re looking for something else—stalling.

after a long moment you go to turn around

he’s standing there.

the unbuttoned pajama top opened just enough that you see his abs peek through, hands folded behind his back. something like a smirk playing at his lips

“what, teddy?.” you roll your eyes, fingers curled tightly into the clothing you’re carrying

a soft chuckle escapes him, and then he moves even closer

“don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snap, moving backward into the dresser with a light thump

“act like you don’t feel it.” he says simply, inching forward “the pull. the want” he taunts

your breathing catches

absolutely not.

“i feel like i want a shower.” you mutter “excuse me” maneuvering around him, your feet pad quickly against the wooden floor and into the cold darkness of the bathroom

but of course, he isn’t too far behind.

you turn the light on and head to the shower, pulling at the lever and turning back around to wait for the water to heat up, trying to ignore him as he leans coolly into the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted. studying you.

he doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. his eyes do all the talking.

your shirt comes off first, revealing the lace balconette bra you’re wearing underneath, and then you bend over as you slip the sweatpants down your legs

as soon as you stand up he catches your eyes in the mirror. they’ve darkened into nothing but seduction

warmness swells in your gut, heat rising from your cheeks to your ears under his gaze. he’s tracking your every movement.

“do you need something?” you finally snap your head in his direction

that gets him moving

he pushes off of the door frame and lets his arms fall to his side, slowly making his way in

“we both do.” he insists, smirking as he rests against the counter beside you “i’m just waiting for you to be honest with yourself about it.”

his eyes trail from your face down to your chest, and even slower down the curves of your body

you gulp, trying not to show him how flustered he has you

trying not to show him how right he is.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say flatly before you tear your eyes away from his, focusing on your reflection in the mirror

silently praying that the water heats up quicker.

“then why aren’t you undressed?” he leans in a bit, inquiring with stretched eyes “nervous?”

you force a scoff

“yeah, right. it’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”

“and yet you still haven’t moved.” that lands. you’re not looking at him but you can hear the smile in his voice

you can’t respond. your cheeks burn even hotter, and then finally you see fog winding up to the ceiling above the shower out of the corner of your eye.

you turn away from the sink and watch as the steam curls around your ankles before reaching behind yourself for the clasp of your bra, fingers trembling, trying to keep your breathing steady

you’re struggling a little because of how much you’re shaking, and not long after you hear the squeak of the sink as he moves away from it, taking a spot closely behind you

the tantalizing feeling of his fingers lightly brushing over yours to undo the clasp for you makes your whole body stiffen

he lowers himself to your ear, “there.” he says lowly, sending a chill down your spine

“i could’ve managed” you grumble, letting the straps fall from your shoulders and to the ground, buffering a bit before sliding your underwear down your legs

you hear him curse under his breath

“mm.” he hums

you open the showers door and step in, letting the heat sink into your skin, releasing a long, relaxed sigh as the water pours down on you.

there’s silence for a while. he isn’t saying anything, but he isn’t going anywhere either.

and then something…shifts.

“you know,” he starts, you pause from scrubbing your arms and your eyes drift to the frosted shower door, watching as his distorted figure inches closer to the glass

“i could make this easy for you. i know how shy you still get about admitting you want me to…help.” he says pointedly, voice dulled beneath the sound of the water beating against the tile floor

“and how exactly do you plan on helping me, teddy?”

“it’s simple.” he says “you open the door, i come in. you don’t, i leave. yeah?”

your pulse spikes as you rinse the suds off of yourself beneath the scorching hot water

your eyes watch his every move from behind the glass now

he’s so close, you know he can see how still you’ve gone.

you hesitated at first. every fiber of your being was telling you to leave him there, to let this settle into nothing. let him leave.

but your craving won.

you slowly push the door open, skin buzzing, breathing hollow. and he’s already standing there with a knowing smirk on his face.

he holds your eyes as he gets undressed, slipping the shirt past his veiny arms, and undoing the string of his pants before letting those drop as well. your breathing quickens when you look down and see how hard he is

as soon as he closes the door behind himself his lips catch yours, both hands cupping your face once he enters the shower

he deepens the kiss immediately. tilting your head for more access and slithering his tongue into your mouth, taking your tongue into his each time your mouths move together, slowly, sucking on your bottom lip upon release. the sticky sounds of your lips connecting filling the air

he breaks away, staring into your eyes with heavy breaths.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs against your lips “and i will”

without another word you’re pulling him back in, moving further into the shower and flattening against the cold tile, soft moans traveling back and forth between you into the kiss

and then it heats up into something neither of you can turn away from.

he trails his large hands to your chest, kneading your breasts together, circling his thumbs over each nipple and then clamping his fingers down onto them in a pinch, the combined pleasure and pain courses through you like lightning, drawing a whimper from your lips

“i couldn’t wait to get my hands on you again” he sighs into your mouth before slowly grazing his finger tips down your abdomen and slipping to your center

your jaw falls when he makes contact with your pussy

his fingers slide through the stickiness of your folds, once, twice and a moan tears from your throat as you arch off of the wall into him. he then flattens his palm, massaging precise circles against your clit

snaking his arm around to the small of your back, he brings you closer, pressing his forehead against yours before he slowly slides his middle and pointer fingers into the entrance of your pussy, curling up in your slick walls at an angle

“fuck,” you cry, flutters festering at the pit of your stomach, the sensation from his thick fingers driving you up the wall

“so damn tight” he breathes out

his dick is hard and heavy against your inner thigh. your hand finds him, wrapping your fingers around the dewy skin of his shaft and grazing your thumb over his tip,

he moans lowly against your lips, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, beginning to rub circles into your clit with his thumb and going even deeper with his fingers as they curl into you, watching as a gasp erupts from your mouth before attacking your parted lips once more.

you’re twisting along his length as your mouths engulf each others, tongues swiveling slowly, and he thrusts himself into each stroke of your hand, eyes flickering open and shut, sliding in and out of your warm gushy pussy at the same pace

“shit,” he hisses “i swear you get wetter every time, baby”

you tighten your eyes closed, struggling to keep kissing him back. soft moans fill the space between your lips as the fluttering in your lower stomach intensifies

he lowers his mouth to your ear, still thrusting into your hand

“you like that? hmm?” he purrs “tell me how good it feels” he says huskily

he’s curling his fingers to the side now, digging into every crevice he can reach, speeding his pace and adding more pressure to your pearl as he circles his thumb against it

you moan out and he wraps a hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him

“use your words” his tone is stern, heavy breaths rolling down your cheeks

“nnghhh— feels s-so good” you whimper, speeding the pace of your hand as it moves along his dick and he chokes out a grunt “good fucking girl”

he licks the spot right beneath your jaw where your neck meets before latching his lips there, a moan spilling from his lips as he thrusts faster, sending vibrations into your skin and your legs begin to tremble as he quickens his wrist, twisting and curling his fingers faster, harder, right into your spot

“right there!” you squeak, mouth agape, head tossed back into the showers wall, gasping for breath, still pumping your hand around his throbbing dick,

your stomach begins to tighten, the familiar tingling strengthens as you get closer

he breathes out and nips at your shoulder “sh-shit, baby, keep going” another moan escapes before he’s bringing your face back to his

and then what feels like electricity bursts through you

“fuck teddy i’m c-cumming!” a broken sob tears through your throat, he grabs your jaw and pulls your mouth into his, swallowing your moans as your lips move together sloppily, his eyes tightened shut, and the both of you whimper into the kiss

“you look so fucking pretty when you cum” he groans against your lips “nnnghh fuckk im gonna—” his body twitches rapidly as the warm nut shoots out in increments onto your thigh, and a second wave ripples through your body, making you shiver

when the both of you finally come down from finishing all over each other, you take turns beneath the spray of the water, scrubbing yourselves clean of the sins you just committed

he couldn’t keep his hands off of you the entire time. front glued to your back while you bathed, still as hard as ever, planting kisses on your shoulders and intertwining your fingers with his

and then you both exit the shower

he dries off quickly, but you’re still wrapped in a towel staring at yourself in the mirror when he comes back in sweats hung low at his waist, briefs peeking out from the waistband

your hair is frizzed from the steam of the shower, lips swollen pink, cheeks flushed, but that clearly entices him.

he’s lingering, shoulder resting against the wall by the door, gaze falling over your figure despite the towel hugging you

and then you reach for clothes you have laid out on the counter and turn to exit

“not yet.” he steps into your path, fingers dipping into the crevice of your breasts where the towel’s folded, pulling you into him and lowering his mouth to your ear “i wanna taste you first” his voice drops, you shudder

“and you’re gonna watch.”

he then removes the set from your fingers and pushes you back against the wall in front of the mirror and sink before sliding the towel from around you, scanning your bare body as if he’s never seen you naked before.

without question he’s on his knees in front of you and hoists your leg up over his shoulder, planting open mouth kisses along your inner thigh, grazing you with his teeth

and then, you jump at the feeling of him pressing his lips against your sensitive spot,

“i’m sorry” he’s pressing his lips against you again and you twitch “i’m so sorry” he gently kisses up your pussy, and then staggers at your clit “i’m so sorry for everything, baby” he whispers before sliding his tongue from your entrance and snaking slowly through your folds, flattening against your pearl, swirling around in stimulating circles

he brings his hand to your other thigh and spreads you open wider, stroking his tongue up and down your slit carefully, slurping and spitting, devouring you like it’s his last meal

a moan escapes your lips, “oh my gosh.”

your fingers dig into his wet hair to anchor yourself and he slides his hand from the thigh hiked over his shoulder up to your hip, moving your pelvis back and forth into his tongue

“mhmmm" he hums "you taste so good” he opens his mouth to suck your entire pussy, moaning and shaking his head slowly, the grip he has on your other thigh tightening as he’s still grinding you into his face, and then gently suctioning your clit

your jaw falls at the stimulation, heat building in your stomach, yet another orgasm simmering

“i could eat you all fucking day” he groaned against your warmth, a wave of pleasure rippling through you “you gonna cum all over my face, pretty girl? hmmm?” he purrs, continuing to glide his tongue up and down your pussy tortuously

“y-yes teddy im so close” you whimper, he speeds his pace, moving his face further into your pussy, right into your entrance, and then his tongue glides right into your spot

“don’t stop!”

“mmmmm” he hums into you as he continues swirling his tongue over your point of pleasure repeatedly, your back arches off of the wall and he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you into each stroke of his tongue, eating you into the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever had

“oh my fucking— you let out the loudest, most guttural moan ever.

your legs tremble around his head, every inch of your body shuddering as he licks you clean

and then, he looks up at you and smiles.

he places one last kiss to your pearl before sliding your leg off of his shoulder and climbing to his feet, looking down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes

“my perfect girl” he leans down to kiss you, sloppily, hungrily

he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, hands sliding to both sides of your waist and guiding you toward the sink, taking a spot behind you and rests his head on yours

“beautiful” he murmurs, shaking his head as he examines you in the mirrors reflection,

“i love you so much, baby” he places a kiss on your head and then your cheek, lifting your chin to meet his eyes “i swear i do”

he holds your gaze for a long while, and as the moment stretches you feel your chest tightening

and then he finally retracts, “i’ll let you get dressed. meet me in the room” he says softly, giving your ass a soft smack

you dress quietly, mind working overtime to make sense of everything that just happened and what it means moving forward.

you had a moment of weakness. you know it felt good, but you also know you shouldn’t have done it. that complicates everything more than it already is

maybe made it even worse.

you can’t let yourself get that comfortable again. you won’t.

his face lights up when you come back into the room

“hey,” he smiles “you okay?”

“yes” the lie falls from your lips so easily, and then you hesitate “im actually gonna go downstairs and get some lunch. i don’t feel too good”

he turns to face you now with a look of worry on his face, brows pulled together

“do you need me to come with you?”

“no.” you answer quickly, maybe too quick, so you soften it “i mean— do you want anything? i can grab something for you too”

you can tell he ponders on it, watching you like he’s trying to piece you together

“whatever you’re eating. are you feeling nauseous?” he finally asks

perfect.

you nod, “yes, do you .. have anything for that here? like medicine or something ?”

“should be in the kitchen cabinet, or maybe in the bathroom downstairs”

you exhale, relief falls over you “thank god. okay, i’ll go check”

you head down the stairs, heart beating louder with each step, trying to keep yourself calm

the kitchen is eerily silent . beautiful, but unsettling. you open cabinets, drawers, everything your eyes land on and then finally you open a drawer and find all kinds of medicine

tylenol. ibuprofen. prenatals.

you scoff at that

and then you see it.

sleep aid.

tucked away in the back of the drawer

you release a shaky breath before hurriedly grabbing the bottle and moving quickly around the kitchen, taking ingredients for sandwiches out of the fridge and scanning the juice for a flavor that will dull the taste of the medicine.

you don’t want to hurt him, or vice versa, and you refuse to be bound to him. this is the only way you can get out of here keeping those things in mind.

after throwing the sandwiches together and handling his drink with extra care, you head back upstairs.

he’s perched at the foot of the bed thumbing through his phone, you announce your presence by clearing your throat

he looks up at you with a warm smile “you feeling better? what’d you end up taking?” he asks, inching toward you with a hand held out for his plate, you hadn’t even thought about that part.

you didn’t look at the medicine long enough to know if there was anything for nausea

so you think quick on your feet

“i couldn’t find anything, and the stuff that was in there isn’t safe for me to take” you force a mock pout, and hums before placing a kiss on your forehead

“aw baby, i’m sorry. i’ll make that top priority, i promise” he says into your curls, sliding his hand around to the small of the back and leading you out to the balcony that connects to the bedroom

you both eat and chat a little, but you steal glances to make sure he downs his entire drink and do a mental high five once he does

“you make a mean ass sandwich, girl.” he chuckles, leaning back comfortably nto the chair and reaching out for your hand, taking it into his

you smile at that

“i’m probably gonna go to the sauna for a bit” you say, leaning up to retrieve the empty plates off of the table and he huffs “can we cuddle first. please?” he slides his palm up the back of your thigh, doing a light squeeze once he lands on your ass

you smirk

“okay, fine. just for a little”

close to an hour passes before you hear his light snores start up, which means you have about an hour to get out of here and away from him.

forever.

you slowly slide out of his hold being sure not to wake him. the medicine may have worked but he’s a big guy, who knows how effective it actually is.

to test your luck, you lift his limp arm laid out on the pillow and drop it

still sleeping.

you immediately turn around to grab your purse and phone from the bedside table, you grab his phone as well, thumbing airplane mode on as the first step to making sure he can’t track you before slipping out of the bedroom and jogging down the stairs

“keys, keys, keys” you whisper to yourself, pacing quickly around the kitchen, trying to remember when and where you seen him with them last, and then the image of him scavenging in the drawer near the dining table for the pregnancy tests flashes through your mind

you fumble through the exact drawer, and finally spot the eight ball keychain

“bingo.”

maybe he should’ve hidden them better if he planned to keep you stuck here.

you’re out of the door as soon as they’re in your hand, running to his truck like your life depends on it, because it probably does.

teddy’s smart, and rich. of course he has a tracker on his car. so you know you have to leave it somewhere far enough to give you a head start.

as you near the exit ramp you rack your mind for the safest place to go.

the first place he’ll look is your apartment which he has a fucking key to, and the second is your office.

and then, you have an idea.

not a great one, but it’s perfect if it actually works.

you have to do something that ensures he’ll never come looking for you, no matter what.

you have to make him hate you.

you leave the car outside of your gynecologist’s office, and instead of driving your own car that he upgraded (you’re ninety percent sure he put a tracker in there too) you uber.

your heart drums in your chest the closer you get to the destination, so loud you’re sure everyone in your vicinity can hear it.

the house is much nicer than you imagined, but of course it is. perfect landscape, beautiful sculptures riddled in the lawn. children’s toys in the driveway.

you slowly inch up the steps toward the glass door, each one heavier than the last.

you lift your hand, but hesitate, shutting your eyes tightly and releasing a heavy breathe

don’t be a pussy now, (Y/N)

you knock.

after a moment you hear footsteps inching toward the door, and then a muffled voice on the other side as they play with the locks

the door opens.

“yes?” she asks, looking you up and down, trying to place you. she fails, clearly

you swallow hard before speaking

“hi,” you breathe

“are you danica?”

thank you for reading!

[bamb1ss]

3:16 AM.

‘bout mine part II

“ what do you know? i’m right back where i was before

but i’m not alone, you say “take my hand” and we go.”

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, teddy is determined to get back into your good graces—even if he has to force himself there. he isn’t letting you go without a fight, especially after the big news.

CASSETTE 3:16 AM - jhenè aiko

¡WARNINGS! 18+ MDNI, no smut!! this part leans more into the thriller aspect of the story. dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, toxicity

A/N listening to music is beyond helpful when writing, this song gave me so much motivation for this chapter. it perfectly captures the intensity of the situation, and the fear, anxiety, and how conflicting everything is for Y/N, i knew it would be perfect as a reference. it’ll only get crazier from here 🙂‍↔️ please leave feedback y’all! i appreciate everyone’s support thus far it means so much to me <3

tags: @mbjswife

eight weeks.

it’s been eight weeks since theodore showed his hand.

he’s been by a lot. using gifts as currency in exchange for forgiveness but you haven’t budged. and funnily enough that’s only made him more persistent, patient even

shoes, clothes, bags, an upgrade on your car. he’s even made you an authorized user on his credit card.

and still, you haven’t even cracked a smile in his direction after that night.

you drown yourself in your work these days. it’s a great distraction from everything else. you’ve felt so out of control that you had to cut your hair in an attempt to take your power back.

now, you’re waiting.

nine weeks.

that’s what’s filled in the blank on the pregnancy confirmation form.

you haven’t been able to steady your pulse for a while, not since your gynecologist came back into the room, all smiles and ‘good news’.

your eyes trace every square inch of the room in an attempt to calm yourself down

white paneled walls

pink curtains

four grey wooden cabinets, two metal trash cans

grey exam chair

and then, you see it. the poster plastered on the wall closest to the floor to ceiling window. colorful, graphic sketches depicting each month and trimester of pregnancy.

that’s what gets you up and moving.

tears brim your eyes as you quickly gather your keys and the documents that’ve been given to you into the respective folder and throw it into your purse before yanking the door open and slipping into the hallway.

echoes of laughter and warm goodbyes fade into the background as you exit the building, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands and quickening your pace to avoid anymore social interaction

you release a long, shaky breath as soon as you step out onto the sidewalk, eyes tightened shut, pacing back and forth a little as you rack your mind for any idea of what you’re going to do.

and then your phone rings.

you bring your sleeve to your eyes and wipe the tears from your cheek, digging through your purse for the vibration, once you retrieve it you shake your head at the name that drags across the screen

“yes, theodore.” you say flatly, you hear a faint click in the background before his voice fills your ears

“hey baby, where are you? i haven’t heard from you since last night. been a little worried”

you roll your eyes, staring up into the sky.

“um, i’m home. laying in bed.” you lie, he didn’t need to know where you were. you had to be smart about this.

there’s a brief silence, a little shuffling and then another click, louder this time

“everything okay?” the concern in his voice makes you soften a bit, but you quickly shake your head to drag you out of it. he doesn’t deserve soft. not anymore

“everything’s fine.” you say sternly “i have to go- “it isn’t.” he cuts in “when did we start lying to eachother, (Y/N)?”

your whole body stiffens. the way he says your name, the accusatory tone, it’s as if he lured you into a trap, just to catch you in a lie

“what are you talking about?” you snap, fingers tightening around the phone

he hangs up without a response.

you pull the phone from your ear slowly, staring at the screen until it goes dark, and then it vibrates again. except it’s a text this time

Theodore.

Stay there

your heart drums in your chest, on instinct you lift your head,

and your stomach tightens.

there he is.

on the opposite side of the street leaning against the grey metallic bmw x6, shades on, arms crossed. already looking back at you.

he pushes off of the car door and starts in your direction

your pulse quickens with each step

“what are you doing here?” you say as soon as he comes into earshot, he removes the glasses before stuffing them into the pocket of his pants

“you said you were home.” he stops in front of you “didn’t know i had to report my every move to you.” you retort, venom in your voice. he sighs and a small smile tugs at his lips

“you don’t, but why lie?” he says almost tauntingly, tilting his head, you heart is hammering through your chest now

you gulp

“did you follow me?” you counter, your eyes travel everywhere but to his, getting a good look at your surroundings to be sure there’s enough people around.

“i checked on you,” his gaze flicks to the clinic doors behind you and back to you just as quick “not the same thing.”

silence falls over the two of you for a moment. so suffocating that it feels like walls are closing in on you. his brows furrow as he searches your face for something. like he’s trying to piece everything together. and then, terrifyingly, his eyes drop to your stomach for a split second.

his expression softens

“you okay?” he asks quietly, moving in a little closer, you back away all the same

“i’m fine.” he smirks “mm. you sure?” he reiterates, that stupid look of amusement still on his face

“stop questioning me. move” you say bitingly. his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t seem angry. not yet.

you go to maneuver around him but he steps into your path, placing a hand gently on your elbow, his eyes catch yours as the singular word leaves his mouth.

“come.”

he doesn’t leave any room for objection, he firmly latches onto your arm and slides his hand to the small of your back before falling in step beside you “teddy.” you warn, attempting to pull away but he just pulls you closer

“don’t make a scene.” he lowers himself to your ear and continues guiding you toward his car “im not going anywhere with you. let me go” you grit lowly but he opens the passenger door anyway

“get in.”

it isn’t a question, or an ask, he says it as if it’s final. like he isn’t taking no for an answer. your eyes frantically search the area, watching as people move to and fro. you don’t want to make a spectacle of yourself, but you still hesitate, and his eyes stay on you the entire time

your jaw tightens, nose flared, but you slide into the seat without another word.

as soon as the door closes the lock clicks and he jogs around to the drivers side.

you don’t speak to him while he drives, just stare out of the window, arms folded tightly across your chest, nerves consuming you

and then he breaks the silence that fills the car.

“you gonna tell me what you were doing there?” he asks, eyes burning into the side of your face “my yearly check up. since you’re so concerned.” you lie easily.

“mm.” he hums with a slight head nod

silence again.

and then his hand finds your thigh, giving it a light squeeze

“i love you, (Y/N). so much. maybe too much.” he says lowly, shaking his head at himself as he continues down the road.

you don’t respond. just sink further into the seat

he’s pulling into a residential area you don’t recognize.

the homes are huge, as well as the land each one sits on top of.

but this isn’t where he lives, it’s not the home he shares with his family, so what are you doing here?

“where are we?” you question as you lean up to get a better view out of the windshield “you’ll see.” he says, a glint in his eyes

you study the gorgeous neighborhood as he drives further. expensive cars line the street, a lake and docks, some with boats and jet skis tied to them, are at the center, there’s even a playground for gods’ sake.

finally, the car stops. and you’re even more confused than you were before

“come on.” he says gently, “it’s okay, i promise.” he grazes the back of your hand with his thumb. you hold his eyes for a while, searching for any hint of insincerity before looking back at the humongous house he’s parked in front of, reluctantly grabbing the door handle and climbing out of the car

upon entering the house, the first thing you notice is the smell. fresh paint, wood, the faint scent of cleaning product. it’s new.

and it’s beautiful.

high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows line the wall furthest from the from door, and a stone fireplace sits in the middle of the room

you’re looking around, trying to steady your breath but it’s seemingly impossible. every inch of this place is decorated with intention and precision, and a realization you don’t want to face washes over you.

“theodore, why did you bring me here?.” you inquire, gut twisting as you slowly turn to face him

“because you need to see it” he says simply, as if it’s something you should already know. your throat tightens “for what?. what is this?.” your tone is more stern now

“it’s yours.” he shrugs, like he didn’t just drop a fucking nuclear bomb on you

your eyes widen. almost popping out of your head. this can’t be real

he then pulls the nike hoodie over his head and tosses it over the chair before maneuvering around the dining table and scavenging inside of the drawer

your heart drops even further when you see the boxes he has in his hands once he turns back around.

pregnancy tests.

“can’t be too sure, so i got a few. hm.” he nudges them in your direction and you scoff

“what? no. this is insane” your arms fold over your chest, voice trembling “you can’t just-

“tell me i’m wrong then.” he cuts in, dropping the boxes onto the table with a hard thud before inching toward you

your breathing catches when he’s finally within arms reach.

“first you go behind my back and buy a house, now you’re going to what? force me to take a test?” you ask, voice cracking. your stomach is practically in knots now.

“i’m not forcing you,” he moves in, resting his hand at your waist, rubbing gently against the exposed skin “but i do have all day.” he says before placing a kiss on your forehead

you try to use your better judgment and hold your tongue, but the words are leaving your mouth before you can stop them

“except you don’t. you have a family, remember?”

you can tell that gets to him.

his jaw tightens, and he exhales slowly. doesn’t say a word, just releases you from his grasp and turns on his heels heading back toward the table

your heart beats faster, palms sweaty

“the bathroom’s down that way, where the light’s coming from.” he says softly, eerily calm, nudging his head toward the lengthy hallway. he takes the boxes into his hands

“theodore,” you crack “im not doing this.”

he turns back around to face you with unwavering eyes, doesn’t argue. just stares

and then he’s inching toward you again

he grabs your hand and places both boxes into your palm, eyes never leaving yours. as if he’s trying to make a point.

“go,” he says gently “i’ll be here waiting.”

“i said no.“

he tilts his head at you, eyes narrowed

“you’re scared, aren’t you?” he asks, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

“no, i’m pissed.” you snap at him and he fully smiles now, sending a chill crawling down your spine “same thing.”

you laugh under your breath. he’s unbelievable. all of this is unbelievable, and yet he’s sitting here with the most evil smirk on his face, like this is exactly what he wanted. what he planned.

“you’re sick” you finally say

“and you’re pregnant.” he shoots back immediately, as if he knows for a fact

the room stills. the word lands so heavy you can’t even find a response right away, your chest gets tighter with every second that passes.

“i didn’t say that” you mutter, averting your eyes

“you didn’t have to. you don’t end up at a women’s clinic on accident”

silence, again.

“i told you it was an annual- “stop. go take the tests.” he cuts in sternly, patience clearly running thin

“what if i don’t?” you shoot back and he shrugs “then we can sit here all night.” he says

you curse under your breath before pushing past him and heading down the hallway

the bathroom is unused. immaculate. just like the rest of the house. you close and lock the door behind yourself upon entering, and release a shaky breath before fumbling with the boxes

the timer is set, tests are laid out on the counter and you pace the floor. like you don’t already know the answer that awaits you.

you shut your eyes tightly before looking down at both sticks.

positive.

it’s like seeing it for yourself makes things more real. more terrifying.

and then a soft knock sounds off at the door

“hey,” his voice is muffled through the wood “everything okay?”

you don’t answer. he’s quiet for a few more seconds

your throat is burning, tears welling all over again

“i’m coming in.” he finally says

the handle turns despite the fact that you locked it but you should have known as much. the door pops open and he steps inside, immediately reaching for the tests and examining them both.

there’s a heavy silence. you wrap your arms around yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks now

and then he looks up at you through the mirror.

eyes soft, eyebrows pulled together. an unreadable expression on his face. like worry, but happiness, and also confusion

“say something.” you press “i’m thinking.” he retorts, still gazing at you in the reflection, and then suddenly he turns around to face you, sitting at the edge of the sink

“if i didn’t follow you today, would you have told me?”

you don’t respond.

his jaw tightens, but his voice is steady

“right.”

you step away from him, putting much needed space between you two

“i need time. i have to think. this is too much” you shake your head and a sob leaves your lips before you can stop it

“i know you do,” he says softly, you almost sigh in relief

until

“that’s why we’re staying here tonight” he adds. you whip around to face him again, anger flashing beneath the tears

“we?” you reiterate “i didn’t agree to that.”

he reaches out to touch you, resting his hand at your hip, a thumb grazing your lower stomach. goosebumps prick your skin from his touch

“you can’t go anywhere like this. you’re too emotional” he says, speaking for you, like you’re not a grown ass woman who can decide whether or not you’re ‘too emotional’

“i don’t need you to decide anything for me. i’m not a child” he blinks “yeah, well you’re carrying mine.” that stings you a little

you pull away from him, chest heaving up and down

“i’m sorry, im sorry. i shouldn’t have thrown that at you like that.” he rubs a hand down his face “just stay with me for the night, please? we’ll talk about this in the morning”

3:16 am

is what the time on the bedside clock says.

you’ve barely slept a wink since the two of you came up to bed after a quiet, tension-filled dinner.

meanwhile, teddy sleeps sound. comfortable as ever. an arm outstretched beneath your head, hand resting on your stomach. and weirdly, annoyingly, it’s .. comforting. but that doesn’t change anything for you.

you still have to go.

you slide his hand off of you, slowly, carefully, checking that he isn’t waking with every movement

and then you sit up

your heart is pounding so loud you can hear it in your ears.

you quickly gather everything of yours you came with. phone, purse, shoes. trying to be as quiet as possible, to make a clean exit.

the door opens gently, and you’re halfway into the hallway,

then—

“what are you doing?” his deep voice cuts into the darkness of the room, sleep still threaded into it

you stiffen

“i’m leaving.” you say simply, and the sound of the bed shifting follows soon after

“it’s three in the morning, (Y/N).” he stresses “i don’t care.” you watch as he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands, meeting you at the door “you need some rest, come lay down with me” he reaches for you but you snatch away “no, i need to leave.”

you try to pass him but he shifts, blocking your path

“teddy, get out of my way.” you say, voice tight, anger beginning to simmer

“no.”

“you’re not about to trap me here.” you spat, voice beginning to raise “i’m not trapping you, you’re just panicking. sit down, please” he says, still holding on to the calm

“i’m panicking because you’re acting fucking crazy.”

he sighs heavily

“it's late. you're tired. i don't wanna fight, just come back to bed." he pleads, reaching for you again, but this time you don't move, you let him pull you into his solid figure, fingertips brushing both sides of your waist

“i’m scared, teddy” you finally admit, lip trembling, arms falling lazily to your sides.

you weren’t just scared for you, no. you were scared for this child. you were scared that you wouldn’t be strong enough for them, for the both of you.

you don’t have much family besides your estranged mother, which, now that you think about it would explain a lot of things.

“i know, baby. look at me” he whispers, cupping your face into his hands. still managing to find your eyes even in the dark

“i’m not going anywhere, okay? we’re gonna figure all of this out. together.” he says, and that’s what scares you the most. but even with the fear, your body betrays you, and you’re easing into his hold. as if it recognizes safety before your mind can stop it.

the both of you stand there longer than you mean to, tangled in one another’s embrace, his hand slides up and down your back in slow, comforting strokes, the faint hum of the air conditioning breathing into the room, drowning out all of your thoughts.

regardless of whatever comes next, one thing has been made painfully clear after today: he’s not letting you go. no matter what.

[bamb1ss]

‘BOUT MINE.

“ blockin’ my call? don’t tempt me

promise i won’t let you forget me. ”

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, you abruptly end the year-long affair you’ve been having with theodore/teddy, a married man, and he doesn’t take it well.

CASSETTE Bout Mine - Mariah the scientist

¡WARNINGS! wc 5.6k ➺ lengthy smut!! 18+ MDNI, dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, physical aggression, suggested sexual situations, body worship, pet names, choking, unprotected sex;p in v, creampie, breeding k!nk

A/N hi lovelies! ‘in his dreams’ part II coming soon ! my first attempt at writing a thriller, it’s one of my favorite genres to read so i wanted to give it a try! this is also my first time writing some smut in a minute (i blushed so hard writing it too LOL) please excuse any mistakes i may make 😭 i had so much fun with it though, let me know what yall think <3

the biggest mistake of your life is him.

at first there was nothing to be ashamed of. just quick glances back and forth at the bar after you'd had a long, fucked up day and needed a drink, or 4, to decompress.

the faint, melodic sound of rain riddling the roof served as a yet another sign that you weren’t supposed to be there. it wasn’t your usual bar of choice, but a client of yours lived on that side of town and needed you to make a house call. you usually didn’t do those, but you figured why not?

you’d know soon enough.

you observe the room. frantic bartender, chatty waitresses moving to and fro, the grating sound of chairs scraping the ground as tables are turned and repositioned, loud, drunken laughter. nothing out of the ordinary.

and then your eyes land on him. he sat a few stools down from you, nursing a glass of brown liquor, he already had a few beers from the looks of it.

the first thing you noticed about teddy was his impeccable posture. it was like he sat with a purpose. sure of himself, solid. dressed down in a long sleeved, navy blue shirt and grey slacks that complimented the color of his eyes perfectly.

your gaze drifts down his thick, muscular arms and stagger at the watch that adorned his wrist

you didn’t know much about men’s jewelry but you recognized that one, seen it on plenty of the male clients you’d represented. it was expensive as hell.

now, you see it. the glint of the gold wedding band he has on his finger. not too flashy, definitely not new

which begged the question: what was a guy like that, married and loaded, doing in a place like this? escapism? you wondered.

but that was your problem, always wondering, always curious about people. wanting to know more. and it eventually got you in a world of trouble.

teddy watched you too.

he was just better at it, much more careful than you. the way he trained himself to be.

each time you lifted the glass to your mouth he stole a glance. unwavering and focused. tracing the curve of your wine red lipstick coated lips as they settled around the rim, the restless tap of your manicured fingers atop the bar, your curls slicked neatly into a puff at the base of your neck.

his curiosity sharpened when he overheard the tail-end of the heated phone call with an associate at your firm that you’d ended with a string of curse words he never knew sounded so good when used together.

he assumed it was a boyfriend, or someone you were dating, he didn’t know. or care

he just enjoyed watching you.

your eyes exposed every emotion that your face tried to hide.

and that was when he decided he’d watch you a little longer.

from then on stolen glances became intentional and precise. timed, almost. gentle smiles became lingering stares. batting eyelashes and hidden blushes. he had you right where he wanted—no, needed you.

now, he went in for the kill.

“you done letting people ruin your night?” he turned to ask, the corner of his lips curving into a knowing smirk, beautiful blue-green eyes glued to yours.

and then it was history.

he was funny, charming. super witty. said all of the right things. so much so that you’d forgotten the married aspect of it all. the type of guy you could talk to for hours and he'd listen, interested in how the words leaving your drunken mouth have shaped you into the woman sitting in front of him,

which eventually turned into numbers being exchanged and late night conversations in his loft a block over.

you knew it was wrong, but you were so in it that by that point the lines of what was right were blurred.

one thing led to another like it always does with these things.

on a gloomy, rainy evening a couple of weeks later you were craving a listening ear. his. and he didn’t hesitate to be there for you.

his large veiny hand resting on your knee to serve as comfort after you both had one too many glasses of wine quickly became your mouths intertwining, and before you knew it your legs were being pinned into the sofa cushion behind your head, foreheads touching while he slowly slid in and out of the sticky mess you made, whispering dirty praises against your lips.

you were so disgusted with yourself after the first time that you avoided him for over a month. he called you almost every day, texted too. all ignored.

and then one day you leave work and he's sitting coolly on the hood of your car, bouquet of flowers in hand. saying everything he felt would make you feel better about the situation. the usual

"we haven’t been happy in a long time"

"we don't even have sex anymore"

"we’re getting a divorce"

then came the expensive gifts being left at your doorstep. flowers routinely delivered to your office. the spontaneous, well thought out dates. the weekend getaways. it was all so perfect.

until you remembered.

and you always remembered.

looking back you don't understand how a woman with the education you have believed any of the lies he told you. maybe because you wanted to

maybe because you really liked (love) him and needed something, anything to make you feel better about the fucked up shit you were doing with this woman's husband.

but none of it matters now, because you ended everything a week ago.

it’s nearing nightfall and you’ve just finished one of your many daily avoidant activities: grocery shopping.

incorporating little domestic things like this into your routine has been helping ease you back to the normal that you’ve missed so much.

the cold, emptiness of your apartment greets you as soon as you slip out of your new balances. you set the bags onto the counter top, digging in your back pocket for your phone and thumb through the notifications you’ve been ignoring all day.

hundreds of missed calls stacked on top of each other, sappy text messages from different numbers, friend requests from fake pages, and work emails buried beneath the chaos. a heavy sigh leaves your lips at the sight.

and then, your phone starts ringing again in your hand. you don’t do anything with it. no answer, no decline, just stare down at the screens glow. hands trembling. skin riddled with goosebumps. silently begging for him to stop, to get tired of chasing you and finally leave you alone for good. the guilt is eating you alive at this point.

he has a wife, a son. a family at home. yet he still threaded himself into your life and refused to let go, even after you’d tried to do the right thing.

now you shuffle down the dim hallway to your bedroom.

you figure you’d shower first and then get dinner started, so you pull a satin night dress and matching panties out of their respective drawers and lay them out on your bed before trudging into the bathroom

the mirror is the last place you look these days. you’re afraid to see what looks back at you, how badly stopping everything has effected you.

and to make it even worse, he still filled every crevice of your mind, even after you’ve told yourself it had to end.

his deep, sultry laugh, him touching you in ways that nobody else had ever done before, the feeling of his pillowy lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you—

you shake your head rapidly, eyes tightened shut. breathing shaky, trying to stop the thoughts before they start. trying not to go back there.

you’re sitting at the edge of your sink now. back turned to your reflection dressed in nothing but a towel, and you watch as the steam begins to wind up into the air above the shower head

finally.

the hot water runs down your spine rinsing away all of the memories that keep looping

you stand there for a while before and after bathing, basking in the warmth of the fog as it wraps around you. you never want to leave. but you do anyway

and you wish you hadn’t.

after drying yourself off and slipping into the plush robe, still avoiding the mirror, you use muscle memory to weave your curls into a low thick braid down your back. then you pause

the soft hum of what sounds like r&b music echoes into your room from the hallway.

you know you didn’t turn anything on, and yes, you and your neighbors occasionally get each others alexa’s mixed up but this isn’t one of those times.

when you step back into your room your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. the music is louder now, and your eyes widen in horror at the sight of the large box of red roses sitting at the foot of your bed.

your whole body shudders.

slowly, you approach the flowers, heart pumping so hard it may burst through your ribs.

and you feel the color drain from your face the longer your eyes linger on the card at the top.

Love U

simple, but charged. it served the purpose he wanted it to.

your fingers dig into the sleeves of your robe, steadying you, and the music keeps playing. filling the apartment like he wants you to know he’s here

you let out a shaky breath before taking a step back from the box and quickly dressing yourself.

the knot in your stomach gets tighter with each step. feet padding softly against the wooden floor of the hallway, and the further you go the louder the music gets.

by the time you get to the entrance of the kitchen your heart is pounding so hard that it hurts. you stop suddenly, blood running cold

he’s standing there.

leaning back against the counter, toned arms bare beneath the white wife-beater, crossed over his chest. his leather jacket is thrown over the chair sitting underneath the island.

he’s relaxed. too relaxed. as if he rehearsed this

so you step closer.

and his eyes set on you the moment you come into view. his jaw is tight, eyes dark, unreadable. not just anger, but something else too. hurt, maybe? it’s horrifying. like the calm before a storm.

the silence between the two of you is deafening.

you don’t know how he got in, or when, but the door hasn’t been forced open. the hinges are in tact, and there’s no signs of breakage at the lock

and then it hits you.

he used a key.

except, you’d never given him one.

the realization makes your breathing catch. skin crawling with fear as the music continues to play, all slow and intimate, patronizing.

the lamps are dimmed, casting a soft glow across the the room while the cities’ lights pour in from the windows, neon signs and passing headlights streaking across the glass

you gulp, wrapping your arms around yourself as comfort

“what are you doing here?”

his eyes drag over you, buffering at your legs and quickly snapping back up to yours “i’ve been calling you. for days, (Y/N).” he says, voice smooth and low but controlled, like he’s holding on to it “i didn’t want to talk, still don’t” you say back, barely above a whisper.

he scoffs quietly and shakes his head at you, a disbelieving smile on his face

“so you leave me with nothing but a stupid ass message saying you’re done with this—us—and i’m supposed to what?,” he unfolds his arms and places his hands flat on the counter behind him “leave you alone? like i don’t deserve a conversation?” he asks, head tilted at you, anger slowly slipping into his voice beneath the forced calm.

you laugh in shock. it’s like he can’t hear how crazy he sounds. that along with the theatrics, he’s clearly missing something.

“i don’t owe you anything, theodore.” you shoot back “you’re married.”

the room goes still as soon as it falls from your lips. a long silence stretches between the two of you, and his eyes never leave you for a second. he’s thinking, hard.

and then he reaches behind him for his phone, sliding his finger around on the screen which in turn stops the music from playing, the sudden silence somehow becomes way too loud.

“you knew that.”

the words cut like a knife, but he was right. you did know. and still, you can’t help but grimace at him

“and i ended it, right? but now you break in here— “i used a key,” he cuts you off firmly with an eyebrow raised, hand held up, correcting you as if that’s any better

“and you don’t get to play it like that, like this is all on me. like you didn’t call, or let me in.” he says, voice tight

“that doesn’t mean you force yourself into my place after blowing my phone up from all of these different numbers, making fake pages, then leave flowers on my bed while i’m showering to scare me like we’re in a fucking movie!” you snap at him, arms flailing wildly at your sides. meanwhile his expression is unwavering, ice cold

terrifyingly smug.

and then he shrugs. like none of what you just said is a big deal “i wasn’t trying to scare you.” he says calmly “i knocked. you didn’t answer, and i needed to see you.” which earns a scoff from you

“so what?! i shouldn’t be dealing with this after clearly telling you it’s over.” he exhales slowly from his nose, eyes closed as if he’s trying to rein himself in before pushing off of the counter toward you and you take a step back, head angled at him with wide eyes, nose flared, warning him to back off.

he notices your reaction to his sudden movement and stops his advance “you didn’t give me a choice.” he says pointedly “i fucking love you and you cut me out like what we have doesn’t mean anything” his voice cracks a bit. he’s more hurt than you expected him to be.

but you scoff again, shaking your head at him

“you don’t love me, you loved being able to escape from your real life. i was nothing but a break to you.” his jaw tightens at the venom in your words. nose flared, eyes darkening more than they already were, like a switch is flipped.

he closes the distance between you in three strides, and you back up just as quick but not quick enough, because now his hand is wrapped tightly around your neck, and you’re pressed up against the wall. trapped.

“don’t ever say that to me again.” he snarls “this was-is real. you feel it too,” he says through clenched teeth, forcing you to look up at him, so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off of him. you gasp for air, eyes wide, fingers grabbing at his for a chance at relief

his eyes manically search yours for any hint of mutuality. grip tightening “i know you do. look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t,” his voice drops dangerously low, almost taunting “say it.”

your throat burns with every attempt to breathe, you pull and scratch frantically at his fingers, desperate for air

and then, something in him snaps, and his grip stutters

his gaze drops to your parted mouth, then back to your terror-filled eyes and he lets out a shaky breath “fuck” he says mostly to himself, shock spreading across his face, grip loosening, and then he releases completely “shit, i didn’t mean to-” he gulps, “i just— i can’t lose you.”

you gasp heavily at the feeling of air filling your lungs, breathing choppy, chest heaving up and down. tears blurring your vision as they spill over

“t-teddy, why-..how could you..” you manage to whisper in between sobs, voice hoarse “i know,” he murmurs with softened eyes, regret laced into his tone now “i know, im so sorry, baby” he presses his forehead to yours, shaking his head

“i shouldn’t have touched you like that, im so sorry”

his hands leaves your throat and slides to your jaw instead, his thumb brushing your tear stained cheek.

he places a kiss on your forehead, and then your nose, and hovers his mouth above yours, moving in and retracting, as if he’s waiting for you to give him the green light

you gulp hard, your eyes never leaving his

“what are we doing, teddy..” you say softly

“just be here with me, one more time” he’s tracing your lips with his now, teasingly “please” he whispers, almost begging

and then, you fall right back into him.

the kiss is soft at first, full of hesitation, you barely let your lips meet his

and then it deepens. slow and careful, and you hate how easily your body ignores the fear and the panic that lingers in your chest,

your cheeks burn with shame. because despite your throat still aching and your lungs still sharp with every breath, you melt into him.

your mouths move in perfect sync as they always do, his hand slowly travels your bodice, running along every dip and curve etched into your frame before he slides his palms around the back of your thighs and digs his fingers into the soft flesh beneath the crease of your ass, pulling you closer than you already are

you run your hands along his arms and then into the sandy brown bushel of his hair that you love so much, grabbing handfuls and snaking your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. his low moan vibrates against your lips

he slips his hand beneath your thigh and hikes your leg up over his hip, pinning you to the wall, his mouth completely engulfing yours and the huge bulge in his pants pressed up against the growing heat between your legs.

the hem of your night dress has risen above your hips now, exposing your periwinkle underwear. "body’s so perfect" he breaks the kiss and hums against your cheek, gripping and caressing your thick thighs

"everything about you is perfect" he grumbles as he traces his lips up your jaw before going back in for more, kissing you slow and gentle. making up for lost time.

you soften under his touch. the way his fingertips gently graze every inch of your skin sends chills down your spine,

and then you remember. because you always remember.

“wait” you say breathily into the kiss, earning a desperate groan in response "we— you pull away, resting your head against the wall “we can’t” you say, chest rising and falling quickly from the heat building between the two of you, fingers still curled into his tresses.

beyond hungry for him but reluctant to take it any further. trying to keep yourself from crossing lines you know you shouldn’t anymore. you can’t.

his gaze is locked onto you, eyes dark and desirous. "we can, baby. it’s just us" he says, brushing his lips against yours with heavy breaths, “let me show you how much i missed you” he places a gentle kiss to your lips and your pulse quickens. something like electricity runs through your body

he grazes a thumb over your hardened nipple through the satin fabric with one hand and rests the other at the curve of your waist where your leg meets his, pulling your hips in circles against his pelvis, watching your face contort in pleasure at the friction, lowering his mouth to your ear “i love making you feel good, princess” he whispers and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut

trailing kisses along the side of your neck, he latches his lips onto the sweet spot that he knows all too well, dragging a whimper from your lips at the feeling of the wet, warmth of his mouth suctioning your skin.

you want him so bad it hurts. and you know you shouldn’t.

he yanks the straps of your dress down your shoulders and hungrily places sloppy wet kisses along your collar bone and down to your chest, finally making contact with your breasts which earns a sharp gasp from you

you drag your short acrylics along the nape of his neck, cradling his head and squeezing your eyes shut as he suckles on both, slowly, sensually, cupping each one into his mouth at a time, circling your nipples with his tongue.

he presses his lips gently against your abdomen, right beneath your breasts and looks up at you before gripping underneath your thighs and hoisting you up onto his waist, you instinctively lock your legs around him as he walks you toward the couch, setting you down gently at the edge.

your hands travel along his back, still winding your hips against him and he hisses, hard as a rock at this point. without hesitation he pulls the dress down your torso, slides an arm beneath your lower back lifting you up to slip it down your legs and tossing it away in one swift motion, so eager to see you.

all of you.

his eyes drift down to your center and he may as well be drooling the way he’s looking at you,

he trails a hand down your bare skin, massaging your pussy through the dampened lace panties and a shaky sigh falls from his lips at the sight of your pouty face. he hooks a thumb into your panties’ string, moving them over before slowly trailing up the slippery wetness of your slit and rubbing gentle circles against your throbbing pearl. the stickiness of your pussy echoes throughout the eerily quiet living room

he shuts his eyes tightly "so fucking wet," a low moan escapes his mouth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth

"i can’t wait to feel you”

now he’s hooking his hands beneath your knees and pulling you further along the couch before curling his fingers into the waistband of your panties and ripping—yes, ripping your underwear off of your body, earning a gasp

"teddy!" you whisper yell “i’m not wasting another second,” his hands find your chin, and he brushes his thumb over your lips “my pretty girl” he stares down at you for a while before retracting to get undressed

you watch him shyly as he pulls the wifebeater off first, the definition of his abs has you squeezing your thighs together. his body is a work of art.

then he removes his sweatpants, and the briefs beneath and his hard dick springs free, your eyes fixate on it like it’s the first time.

precum drips from his pretty, brown tip and the curve of his long thick shaft has you mesmerized.

before you can get a word out he shoves you back gently and climbs on top of you, using both hands to push your thighs forward

he's watching you as he strokes himself, sliding the head up and down your slit. his jaw falling slightly

“tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you” he says, reaching for your waist and pulling your hips along the length of his shaft, you whimper at the feeling of him sliding himself in between your sticky folds, teasing you “i-i want it” you say and he curses under his breath “you want what baby? use your words for me”

“i want you to fuck me, stop teasing” you whine,

the words barely leave your mouth before he’s lowering himself on top of you.

he rests his forehead on yours, positioning his tip at your entrance and steadily guides himself into your warmth

you gasp into each others' mouths simultaneously as he goes deeper, stretching you out, your warm syrupy insides contorting to hug him just right "shit, girl" he breathes out huskily "mmmhmm" you moan, snaking your arms around to his back and pulling him closer, his body shuddering once he's fully inside of you

he starts slow, thrusts stuttering as your walls tighten around his length

"oh my gosh" you exasperate, tossing your head back into the couch cushion and grabbing at his muscly arms to ground yourself.

he places open mouth kisses up your jaw before sliding a hand around the nape of your neck, forcing your head down to his eyes, "don't look away from me. i need to see that pretty face" he says against your parted lips, tilting his head slightly and snaking his tongue deep into your mouth, making out slowly

he lifts himself up a bit, continuing to slowly grind and thrust his hips in circular motions into you, latching a hand onto your breast and gently squeezing as they bounce on impact, your soft moans like music to his ears.

"so fucking beautiful taking this dick" he breathes, speeding his pace a little "please don't stop" you squeak,

somehow you feel him get even harder inside of you.

he repositions himself on top and pushes your thighs back, using them as leverage, watching his dick glisten from the thick coat of your juices as he slides in and out of your pretty, creamy pussy, admiring the mess you've made all over him "look at what you did, you hear that? you get so wet for me" he grunts into a moan, going faster

he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls you into each stroke, driving you wild, warm tears roll down your cheeks

he pushes himself further into you, and you cry out at the feeling of his tip hitting your spot

he wraps a hand around your throat before bringing your face to his

"you really thought i would give you up that easily? hmm? you know this shit is mine, and you better not ever disappear like that again, you understand me?" he growls into your ear, breathing ragged and heavy against your skin, "y-yes, mmmm" you whine, trying to catch your breath

"yes what?" he asks sternly, thick fingers pressing gently into the flesh beneath your jaw

"yes daddy!" you cry out

"good girl" he praises, smirking down at you, bringing you even closer, he groans against your parted lips before attacking them, tightening the grip he has on your neck and tangling your braid into his fingers to anchor himself

he whispers sweet nothings against your lips, grinding slower, harder, intertwining your fingers with his above your head.

"mmmm fuckk" you whine, eyes fluttering closed heat coiling low in your gut from the penetration, he smirks, "hold it baby, i know you can" he breathes out, as if he can sense a climax coming

he angles himself sideways, going even deeper, and it feels like he's trying to dig into your soul

you moan into his mouth

he’s hitting exactly where he needs to, his thrusts are so precise. like he knows your body inside and out.

and you’re sure he does.

"t-teddy" you're gasping for air. he brushes his lips onto yours before giving you the nastiest, sloppiest kiss ever

"i love you so much (Y/N), this pussy s-so fucking good" he moans into the kiss, his breathing shaky, you grab at the plush cushion beneath you, mouth agape, the pressure in your lower stomach roiling and churning like an angry river into a dam that's getting ready to break, walls tightening around him

“you ready to cum for me? hmm? " he purrs

and then the dam fucking explodes

you cry out loudly, not caring who hears you, releasing all over him. the warm liquid spilling everywhere.

"shitttt,” he hisses, “just like that, cum all over this dick" he keeps thrusting, mouth agape as he watches your pretty pussy drip like a broken faucet, squelching with each stroke "such a good girl. it’s all yours, baby" he says huskily,

his length begins to throb inside of you and his strokes get sloppier and less controlled, his breathing picking up and eyebrows pulled together

you place a hand on his lower abdomen attempting to push him out before he cums, but he immediately grabs it and pins it down to your thigh, tightening the grip he has on you, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.

"mm mm,” he grunts, shaking his head “this is forever, and i'm making sure of that." your eyes widen at the realization that he's not going to pull out. he's not going to stop, not like he usually does..

and then you feel him twitch inside of you, he parts his lips, jaw falling slack, eyes rolled to the back of his head "t-teddy don't-you almost beg, using your free hand to push harder at his stomach but he's already there "oh my f-fucking—nngghhh" a deep, guttural moan escapes from his throat as his body jerks on top of you

he groans, pushing himself as deep as he can go into your warmth, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place as he fills you up with the thick, creamy nut that you milked out of him, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm seed infiltrating your walls, shock and horror decorating your face beneath the pleasure

he stays inside for a while, aftershocks still coursing through him. and then finally, slowly, he removes himself before laying flat on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses at your shoulder blade.

you both lay there. breathless, speechless

until

"i just have to make sure you don’t leave me again. i can’t live without you" he lifts his head up to look down at you, still panting, tracing a thumb along your cheek

"...you shouldn’t have done that.” you whisper, anger simmering “it’s too reckless. all of this is. you have a family-" "shhh, it's okay baby. i'll take care of you,” he trails a hand to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles over your skin, “our family." he brings his lips to your forehead.

then lowers himself to your ear

"but if i find out you've done anything to stop it, and i promise i will," his tone is low and dangerous now. like a warning

"you won't like what happens next." he places a kiss at your temple, holds your eyes for a few seconds as if to burn the promise into your mind before climbing off of you and scavenging for his clothes that have been scattered around the room.

your breathing hitches

did he plan this? is that why he came to ‘talk’ ? to trap you?

and you were stupid enough to fall right into it.

your mind is running a million miles a minute as you quietly try to figure out your next move.

he steps into the briefs and turns back around to face you, scanning you up and down as you lay naked and trembling on the couch, the back of your throat burning from the tears beginning to well

“i’ll get dinner started,” he says sweetly, yet another switch flipped, fumbling with his shirt before pulling it over his head “you just relax, okay?” he’s still eyeing you. looking for a response that you can’t give him. the words refuse to leave, and all you can do is nod

he’s fully dressed now, and you’re still frozen in place. he bends to grab the night dress off of the loveseat before stepping closer to you and pulling you upright. he then helps you back into it, no words, just silence between you. the only sound filling the room being the faint sound of your sniffles and uneven breathing

a year ago you would have laughed if someone told you this was the reality you would be facing. but deep down, you knew sneaking around with someone’s husband was never going to end well.

and part of you can’t help but wonder if maybe this is what you deserve.

thank you for reading !

[bamb1ss]

‘BOUT MINE.

“ blockin’ my call? don’t tempt me

promise i won’t let you forget me. ”

PAIRING married!teddy spencer x black fem!reader

IN WHICH, you abruptly end the year-long affair you’ve been having with theodore/teddy, a married man, and he doesn’t take it well.

CASSETTE Bout Mine - Mariah the scientist

¡WARNINGS! wc 5.6k ➺ lengthy smut!! 18+ MDNI, dark themes, strong language, cheating, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, physical aggression, suggested sexual situations, body worship, pet names, choking, unprotected sex;p in v, creampie, breeding k!nk

A/N hi lovelies! ‘in his dreams’ part II coming soon ! my first attempt at writing a thriller, it’s one of my favorite genres to read so i wanted to give it a try! this is also my first time writing some smut in a minute (i blushed so hard writing it too LOL) please excuse any mistakes i may make 😭 i had so much fun with it though, let me know what yall think <3

the biggest mistake of your life is him.

at first there was nothing to be ashamed of. just quick glances back and forth at the bar after you'd had a long, fucked up day and needed a drink, or 4, to decompress.

the faint, melodic sound of rain riddling the roof served as a yet another sign that you weren’t supposed to be there. it wasn’t your usual bar of choice, but a client of yours lived on that side of town and needed you to make a house call. you usually didn’t do those, but you figured why not?

you’d know soon enough.

you observe the room. frantic bartender, chatty waitresses moving to and fro, the grating sound of chairs scraping the ground as tables are turned and repositioned, loud, drunken laughter. nothing out of the ordinary.

and then your eyes land on him. he sat a few stools down from you, nursing a glass of brown liquor, he already had a few beers from the looks of it.

the first thing you noticed about teddy was his impeccable posture. it was like he sat with a purpose. sure of himself, solid. dressed down in a long sleeved, navy blue shirt and grey slacks that complimented the color of his eyes perfectly.

your gaze drifts down his thick, muscular arms and stagger at the watch that adorned his wrist

you didn’t know much about men’s jewelry but you recognized that one, seen it on plenty of the male clients you’d represented. it was expensive as hell.

now, you see it. the glint of the gold wedding band he has on his finger. not too flashy, definitely not new

which begged the question: what was a guy like that, married and loaded, doing in a place like this? escapism? you wondered.

but that was your problem, always wondering, always curious about people. wanting to know more. and it eventually got you in a world of trouble.

teddy watched you too.

he was just better at it, much more careful than you. the way he trained himself to be.

each time you lifted the glass to your mouth he stole a glance. unwavering and focused. tracing the curve of your wine red lipstick coated lips as they settled around the rim, the restless tap of your manicured fingers atop the bar, your curls slicked neatly into a puff at the base of your neck.

his curiosity sharpened when he overheard the tail-end of the heated phone call with an associate at your firm that you’d ended with a string of curse words he never knew sounded so good when used together.

he assumed it was a boyfriend, or someone you were dating, he didn’t know. or care

he just enjoyed watching you.

your eyes exposed every emotion that your face tried to hide.

and that was when he decided he’d watch you a little longer.

from then on stolen glances became intentional and precise. timed, almost. gentle smiles became lingering stares. batting eyelashes and hidden blushes. he had you right where he wanted—no, needed you.

now, he went in for the kill.

“you done letting people ruin your night?” he turned to ask, the corner of his lips curving into a knowing smirk, beautiful blue-green eyes glued to yours.

and then it was history.

he was funny, charming. super witty. said all of the right things. so much so that you’d forgotten the married aspect of it all. the type of guy you could talk to for hours and he'd listen, interested in how the words leaving your drunken mouth have shaped you into the woman sitting in front of him,

which eventually turned into numbers being exchanged and late night conversations in his loft a block over.

you knew it was wrong, but you were so in it that by that point the lines of what was right were blurred.

one thing led to another like it always does with these things.

on a gloomy, rainy evening a couple of weeks later you were craving a listening ear. his. and he didn’t hesitate to be there for you.

his large veiny hand resting on your knee to serve as comfort after you both had one too many glasses of wine quickly became your mouths intertwining, and before you knew it your legs were being pinned into the sofa cushion behind your head, foreheads touching while he slowly slid in and out of the sticky mess you made, whispering dirty praises against your lips.

you were so disgusted with yourself after the first time that you avoided him for over a month. he called you almost every day, texted too. all ignored.

and then one day you leave work and he's sitting coolly on the hood of your car, bouquet of flowers in hand. saying everything he felt would make you feel better about the situation. the usual

"we haven’t been happy in a long time"

"we don't even have sex anymore"

"we’re getting a divorce"

then came the expensive gifts being left at your doorstep. flowers routinely delivered to your office. the spontaneous, well thought out dates. the weekend getaways. it was all so perfect.

until you remembered.

and you always remembered.

looking back you don't understand how a woman with the education you have believed any of the lies he told you. maybe because you wanted to

maybe because you really liked (love) him and needed something, anything to make you feel better about the fucked up shit you were doing with this woman's husband.

but none of it matters now, because you ended everything a week ago.

it’s nearing nightfall and you’ve just finished one of your many daily avoidant activities: grocery shopping.

incorporating little domestic things like this into your routine has been helping ease you back to the normal that you’ve missed so much.

the cold, emptiness of your apartment greets you as soon as you slip out of your new balances. you set the bags onto the counter top, digging in your back pocket for your phone and thumb through the notifications you’ve been ignoring all day.

hundreds of missed calls stacked on top of each other, sappy text messages from different numbers, friend requests from fake pages, and work emails buried beneath the chaos. a heavy sigh leaves your lips at the sight.

and then, your phone starts ringing again in your hand. you don’t do anything with it. no answer, no decline, just stare down at the screens glow. hands trembling. skin riddled with goosebumps. silently begging for him to stop, to get tired of chasing you and finally leave you alone for good. the guilt is eating you alive at this point.

he has a wife, a son. a family at home. yet he still threaded himself into your life and refused to let go, even after you’d tried to do the right thing.

now you shuffle down the dim hallway to your bedroom.

you figure you’d shower first and then get dinner started, so you pull a satin night dress and matching panties out of their respective drawers and lay them out on your bed before trudging into the bathroom

the mirror is the last place you look these days. you’re afraid to see what looks back at you, how badly stopping everything has effected you.

and to make it even worse, he still filled every crevice of your mind, even after you’ve told yourself it had to end.

his deep, sultry laugh, him touching you in ways that nobody else had ever done before, the feeling of his pillowy lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you—

you shake your head rapidly, eyes tightened shut. breathing shaky, trying to stop the thoughts before they start. trying not to go back there.

you’re sitting at the edge of your sink now. back turned to your reflection dressed in nothing but a towel, and you watch as the steam begins to wind up into the air above the shower head

finally.

the hot water runs down your spine rinsing away all of the memories that keep looping

you stand there for a while before and after bathing, basking in the warmth of the fog as it wraps around you. you never want to leave. but you do anyway

and you wish you hadn’t.

after drying yourself off and slipping into the plush robe, still avoiding the mirror, you use muscle memory to weave your curls into a low thick braid down your back. then you pause

the soft hum of what sounds like r&b music echoes into your room from the hallway.

you know you didn’t turn anything on, and yes, you and your neighbors occasionally get each others alexa’s mixed up but this isn’t one of those times.

when you step back into your room your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. the music is louder now, and your eyes widen in horror at the sight of the large box of red roses sitting at the foot of your bed.

your whole body shudders.

slowly, you approach the flowers, heart pumping so hard it may burst through your ribs.

and you feel the color drain from your face the longer your eyes linger on the card at the top.

Love U

simple, but charged. it served the purpose he wanted it to.

your fingers dig into the sleeves of your robe, steadying you, and the music keeps playing. filling the apartment like he wants you to know he’s here

you let out a shaky breath before taking a step back from the box and quickly dressing yourself.

the knot in your stomach gets tighter with each step. feet padding softly against the wooden floor of the hallway, and the further you go the louder the music gets.

by the time you get to the entrance of the kitchen your heart is pounding so hard that it hurts. you stop suddenly, blood running cold

he’s standing there.

leaning back against the counter, toned arms bare beneath the white wife-beater, crossed over his chest. his leather jacket is thrown over the chair sitting underneath the island.

he’s relaxed. too relaxed. as if he rehearsed this

so you step closer.

and his eyes set on you the moment you come into view. his jaw is tight, eyes dark, unreadable. not just anger, but something else too. hurt, maybe? it’s horrifying. like the calm before a storm.

the silence between the two of you is deafening.

you don’t know how he got in, or when, but the door hasn’t been forced open. the hinges are in tact, and there’s no signs of breakage at the lock

and then it hits you.

he used a key.

except, you’d never given him one.

the realization makes your breathing catch. skin crawling with fear as the music continues to play, all slow and intimate, patronizing.

the lamps are dimmed, casting a soft glow across the the room while the cities’ lights pour in from the windows, neon signs and passing headlights streaking across the glass

you gulp, wrapping your arms around yourself as comfort

“what are you doing here?”

his eyes drag over you, buffering at your legs and quickly snapping back up to yours “i’ve been calling you. for days, (Y/N).” he says, voice smooth and low but controlled, like he’s holding on to it “i didn’t want to talk, still don’t” you say back, barely above a whisper.

he scoffs quietly and shakes his head at you, a disbelieving smile on his face

“so you leave me with nothing but a stupid ass message saying you’re done with this—us—and i’m supposed to what?,” he unfolds his arms and places his hands flat on the counter behind him “leave you alone? like i don’t deserve a conversation?” he asks, head tilted at you, anger slowly slipping into his voice beneath the forced calm.

you laugh in shock. it’s like he can’t hear how crazy he sounds. that along with the theatrics, he’s clearly missing something.

“i don’t owe you anything, theodore.” you shoot back “you’re married.”

the room goes still as soon as it falls from your lips. a long silence stretches between the two of you, and his eyes never leave you for a second. he’s thinking, hard.

and then he reaches behind him for his phone, sliding his finger around on the screen which in turn stops the music from playing, the sudden silence somehow becomes way too loud.

“you knew that.”

the words cut like a knife, but he was right. you did know. and still, you can’t help but grimace at him

“and i ended it, right? but now you break in here— “i used a key,” he cuts you off firmly with an eyebrow raised, hand held up, correcting you as if that’s any better

“and you don’t get to play it like that, like this is all on me. like you didn’t call, or let me in.” he says, voice tight

“that doesn’t mean you force yourself into my place after blowing my phone up from all of these different numbers, making fake pages, then leave flowers on my bed while i’m showering to scare me like we’re in a fucking movie!” you snap at him, arms flailing wildly at your sides. meanwhile his expression is unwavering, ice cold

terrifyingly smug.

and then he shrugs. like none of what you just said is a big deal “i wasn’t trying to scare you.” he says calmly “i knocked. you didn’t answer, and i needed to see you.” which earns a scoff from you

“so what?! i shouldn’t be dealing with this after clearly telling you it’s over.” he exhales slowly from his nose, eyes closed as if he’s trying to rein himself in before pushing off of the counter toward you and you take a step back, head angled at him with wide eyes, nose flared, warning him to back off.

he notices your reaction to his sudden movement and stops his advance “you didn’t give me a choice.” he says pointedly “i fucking love you and you cut me out like what we have doesn’t mean anything” his voice cracks a bit. he’s more hurt than you expected him to be.

but you scoff again, shaking your head at him

“you don’t love me, you loved being able to escape from your real life. i was nothing but a break to you.” his jaw tightens at the venom in your words. nose flared, eyes darkening more than they already were, like a switch is flipped.

he closes the distance between you in three strides, and you back up just as quick but not quick enough, because now his hand is wrapped tightly around your neck, and you’re pressed up against the wall. trapped.

“don’t ever say that to me again.” he snarls “this was-is real. you feel it too,” he says through clenched teeth, forcing you to look up at him, so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off of him. you gasp for air, eyes wide, fingers grabbing at his for a chance at relief

his eyes manically search yours for any hint of mutuality. grip tightening “i know you do. look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t,” his voice drops dangerously low, almost taunting “say it.”

your throat burns with every attempt to breathe, you pull and scratch frantically at his fingers, desperate for air

and then, something in him snaps, and his grip stutters

his gaze drops to your parted mouth, then back to your terror-filled eyes and he lets out a shaky breath “fuck” he says mostly to himself, shock spreading across his face, grip loosening, and then he releases completely “shit, i didn’t mean to-” he gulps, “i just— i can’t lose you.”

you gasp heavily at the feeling of air filling your lungs, breathing choppy, chest heaving up and down. tears blurring your vision as they spill over

“t-teddy, why-..how could you..” you manage to whisper in between sobs, voice hoarse “i know,” he murmurs with softened eyes, regret laced into his tone now “i know, im so sorry, baby” he presses his forehead to yours, shaking his head

“i shouldn’t have touched you like that, im so sorry”

his hands leaves your throat and slides to your jaw instead, his thumb brushing your tear stained cheek.

he places a kiss on your forehead, and then your nose, and hovers his mouth above yours, moving in and retracting, as if he’s waiting for you to give him the green light

you gulp hard, your eyes never leaving his

“what are we doing, teddy..” you say softly

“just be here with me, one more time” he’s tracing your lips with his now, teasingly “please” he whispers, almost begging

and then, you fall right back into him.

the kiss is soft at first, full of hesitation, you barely let your lips meet his

and then it deepens. slow and careful, and you hate how easily your body ignores the fear and the panic that lingers in your chest,

your cheeks burn with shame. because despite your throat still aching and your lungs still sharp with every breath, you melt into him.

your mouths move in perfect sync as they always do, his hand slowly travels your bodice, running along every dip and curve etched into your frame before he slides his palms around the back of your thighs and digs his fingers into the soft flesh beneath the crease of your ass, pulling you closer than you already are

you run your hands along his arms and then into the sandy brown bushel of his hair that you love so much, grabbing handfuls and snaking your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. his low moan vibrates against your lips

he slips his hand beneath your thigh and hikes your leg up over his hip, pinning you to the wall, his mouth completely engulfing yours and the huge bulge in his pants pressed up against the growing heat between your legs.

the hem of your night dress has risen above your hips now, exposing your periwinkle underwear. "body’s so perfect" he breaks the kiss and hums against your cheek, gripping and caressing your thick thighs

"everything about you is perfect" he grumbles as he traces his lips up your jaw before going back in for more, kissing you slow and gentle. making up for lost time.

you soften under his touch. the way his fingertips gently graze every inch of your skin sends chills down your spine,

and then you remember. because you always remember.

“wait” you say breathily into the kiss, earning a desperate groan in response "we— you pull away, resting your head against the wall “we can’t” you say, chest rising and falling quickly from the heat building between the two of you, fingers still curled into his tresses.

beyond hungry for him but reluctant to take it any further. trying to keep yourself from crossing lines you know you shouldn’t anymore. you can’t.

his gaze is locked onto you, eyes dark and desirous. "we can, baby. it’s just us" he says, brushing his lips against yours with heavy breaths, “let me show you how much i missed you” he places a gentle kiss to your lips and your pulse quickens. something like electricity runs through your body

he grazes a thumb over your hardened nipple through the satin fabric with one hand and rests the other at the curve of your waist where your leg meets his, pulling your hips in circles against his pelvis, watching your face contort in pleasure at the friction, lowering his mouth to your ear “i love making you feel good, princess” he whispers and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut

trailing kisses along the side of your neck, he latches his lips onto the sweet spot that he knows all too well, dragging a whimper from your lips at the feeling of the wet, warmth of his mouth suctioning your skin.

you want him so bad it hurts. and you know you shouldn’t.

he yanks the straps of your dress down your shoulders and hungrily places sloppy wet kisses along your collar bone and down to your chest, finally making contact with your breasts which earns a sharp gasp from you

you drag your short acrylics along the nape of his neck, cradling his head and squeezing your eyes shut as he suckles on both, slowly, sensually, cupping each one into his mouth at a time, circling your nipples with his tongue.

he presses his lips gently against your abdomen, right beneath your breasts and looks up at you before gripping underneath your thighs and hoisting you up onto his waist, you instinctively lock your legs around him as he walks you toward the couch, setting you down gently at the edge.

your hands travel along his back, still winding your hips against him and he hisses, hard as a rock at this point. without hesitation he pulls the dress down your torso, slides an arm beneath your lower back lifting you up to slip it down your legs and tossing it away in one swift motion, so eager to see you.

all of you.

his eyes drift down to your center and he may as well be drooling the way he’s looking at you,

he trails a hand down your bare skin, massaging your pussy through the dampened lace panties and a shaky sigh falls from his lips at the sight of your pouty face. he hooks a thumb into your panties’ string, moving them over before slowly trailing up the slippery wetness of your slit and rubbing gentle circles against your throbbing pearl. the stickiness of your pussy echoes throughout the eerily quiet living room

he shuts his eyes tightly "so fucking wet," a low moan escapes his mouth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth

"i can’t wait to feel you”

now he’s hooking his hands beneath your knees and pulling you further along the couch before curling his fingers into the waistband of your panties and ripping—yes, ripping your underwear off of your body, earning a gasp

"teddy!" you whisper yell “i’m not wasting another second,” his hands find your chin, and he brushes his thumb over your lips “my pretty girl” he stares down at you for a while before retracting to get undressed

you watch him shyly as he pulls the wifebeater off first, the definition of his abs has you squeezing your thighs together. his body is a work of art.

then he removes his sweatpants, and the briefs beneath and his hard dick springs free, your eyes fixate on it like it’s the first time.

precum drips from his pretty, brown tip and the curve of his long thick shaft has you mesmerized.

before you can get a word out he shoves you back gently and climbs on top of you, using both hands to push your thighs forward

he's watching you as he strokes himself, sliding the head up and down your slit. his jaw falling slightly

“tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you” he says, reaching for your waist and pulling your hips along the length of his shaft, you whimper at the feeling of him sliding himself in between your sticky folds, teasing you “i-i want it” you say and he curses under his breath “you want what baby? use your words for me”

“i want you to fuck me, stop teasing” you whine,

the words barely leave your mouth before he’s lowering himself on top of you.

he rests his forehead on yours, positioning his tip at your entrance and steadily guides himself into your warmth

you gasp into each others' mouths simultaneously as he goes deeper, stretching you out, your warm syrupy insides contorting to hug him just right "shit, girl" he breathes out huskily "mmmhmm" you moan, snaking your arms around to his back and pulling him closer, his body shuddering once he's fully inside of you

he starts slow, thrusts stuttering as your walls tighten around his length

"oh my gosh" you exasperate, tossing your head back into the couch cushion and grabbing at his muscly arms to ground yourself.

he places open mouth kisses up your jaw before sliding a hand around the nape of your neck, forcing your head down to his eyes, "don't look away from me. i need to see that pretty face" he says against your parted lips, tilting his head slightly and snaking his tongue deep into your mouth, making out slowly

he lifts himself up a bit, continuing to slowly grind and thrust his hips in circular motions into you, latching a hand onto your breast and gently squeezing as they bounce on impact, your soft moans like music to his ears.

"so fucking beautiful taking this dick" he breathes, speeding his pace a little "please don't stop" you squeak,

somehow you feel him get even harder inside of you.

he repositions himself on top and pushes your thighs back, using them as leverage, watching his dick glisten from the thick coat of your juices as he slides in and out of your pretty, creamy pussy, admiring the mess you've made all over him "look at what you did, you hear that? you get so wet for me" he grunts into a moan, going faster

he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls you into each stroke, driving you wild, warm tears roll down your cheeks

he pushes himself further into you, and you cry out at the feeling of his tip hitting your spot

he wraps a hand around your throat before bringing your face to his

"you really thought i would give you up that easily? hmm? you know this shit is mine, and you better not ever disappear like that again, you understand me?" he growls into your ear, breathing ragged and heavy against your skin, "y-yes, mmmm" you whine, trying to catch your breath

"yes what?" he asks sternly, thick fingers pressing gently into the flesh beneath your jaw

"yes daddy!" you cry out

"good girl" he praises, smirking down at you, bringing you even closer, he groans against your parted lips before attacking them, tightening the grip he has on your neck and tangling your braid into his fingers to anchor himself

he whispers sweet nothings against your lips, grinding slower, harder, intertwining your fingers with his above your head.

"mmmm fuckk" you whine, eyes fluttering closed heat coiling low in your gut from the penetration, he smirks, "hold it baby, i know you can" he breathes out, as if he can sense a climax coming

he angles himself sideways, going even deeper, and it feels like he's trying to dig into your soul

you moan into his mouth

he’s hitting exactly where he needs to, his thrusts are so precise. like he knows your body inside and out.

and you’re sure he does.

"t-teddy" you're gasping for air. he brushes his lips onto yours before giving you the nastiest, sloppiest kiss ever

"i love you so much (Y/N), this pussy s-so fucking good" he moans into the kiss, his breathing shaky, you grab at the plush cushion beneath you, mouth agape, the pressure in your lower stomach roiling and churning like an angry river into a dam that's getting ready to break, walls tightening around him

“you ready to cum for me? hmm? " he purrs

and then the dam fucking explodes

you cry out loudly, not caring who hears you, releasing all over him. the warm liquid spilling everywhere.

"shitttt,” he hisses, “just like that, cum all over this dick" he keeps thrusting, mouth agape as he watches your pretty pussy drip like a broken faucet, squelching with each stroke "such a good girl. it’s all yours, baby" he says huskily,

his length begins to throb inside of you and his strokes get sloppier and less controlled, his breathing picking up and eyebrows pulled together

you place a hand on his lower abdomen attempting to push him out before he cums, but he immediately grabs it and pins it down to your thigh, tightening the grip he has on you, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.

"mm mm,” he grunts, shaking his head “this is forever, and i'm making sure of that." your eyes widen at the realization that he's not going to pull out. he's not going to stop, not like he usually does..

and then you feel him twitch inside of you, he parts his lips, jaw falling slack, eyes rolled to the back of his head "t-teddy don't-you almost beg, using your free hand to push harder at his stomach but he's already there "oh my f-fucking—nngghhh" a deep, guttural moan escapes from his throat as his body jerks on top of you

he groans, pushing himself as deep as he can go into your warmth, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place as he fills you up with the thick, creamy nut that you milked out of him, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm seed infiltrating your walls, shock and horror decorating your face beneath the pleasure

he stays inside for a while, aftershocks still coursing through him. and then finally, slowly, he removes himself before laying flat on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses at your shoulder blade.

you both lay there. breathless, speechless

until

"i just have to make sure you don’t leave me again. i can’t live without you" he lifts his head up to look down at you, still panting, tracing a thumb along your cheek

"...you shouldn’t have done that.” you whisper, anger simmering “it’s too reckless. all of this is. you have a family-" "shhh, it's okay baby. i'll take care of you,” he trails a hand to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles over your skin, “our family." he brings his lips to your forehead.

then lowers himself to your ear

"but if i find out you've done anything to stop it, and i promise i will," his tone is low and dangerous now. like a warning

"you won't like what happens next." he places a kiss at your temple, holds your eyes for a few seconds as if to burn the promise into your mind before climbing off of you and scavenging for his clothes that have been scattered around the room.

your breathing hitches

did he plan this? is that why he came to ‘talk’ ? to trap you?

and you were stupid enough to fall right into it.

your mind is running a million miles a minute as you quietly try to figure out your next move.

he steps into the briefs and turns back around to face you, scanning you up and down as you lay naked and trembling on the couch, the back of your throat burning from the tears beginning to well

“i’ll get dinner started,” he says sweetly, yet another switch flipped, fumbling with his shirt before pulling it over his head “you just relax, okay?” he’s still eyeing you. looking for a response that you can’t give him. the words refuse to leave, and all you can do is nod

he’s fully dressed now, and you’re still frozen in place. he bends to grab the night dress off of the loveseat before stepping closer to you and pulling you upright. he then helps you back into it, no words, just silence between you. the only sound filling the room being the faint sound of your sniffles and uneven breathing

a year ago you would have laughed if someone told you this was the reality you would be facing. but deep down, you knew sneaking around with someone’s husband was never going to end well.

and part of you can’t help but wonder if maybe this is what you deserve.

thank you for reading !