you know what? not even god can stop me

In retrospect, it felt a bit like you’d arrived in the middle of something tense tonight, when Joshua had let you into their apartment. Jeonghan and Seungcheol were sitting across from each other in the living room, staring one another down. Joshua just took you by the hand and led you past them without a word, and then any questions you had flew right out of your head when he stuck his head up your skirt and tongued you through your panties. 

Seungcheol had been fired up once he’d joined the two of you. It’s always the three of you now, every time you come over. You’re not sure who established this rule but none of you have tried to suggest anything otherwise so… you go with it. You’d been on your knees, with Joshua fucking your mouth, when Seungcheol announced his entrance with a slam of the door. You’d barely turned around before his hands were on you, tugging your skirt down to meet your soaking panties on the floor, and then his cock was inside you. 

He’s been taking his frustrations out on your pussy, fucking hard and fast. He doesn’t usually let loose like this until after he’s made you cum at least once, because he never lasts long like this. For some reason, that makes you moan, anticipating the thought of him using you to get himself off first. 

Joshua groans, head tipping back from the vibrations buzzing around the head of his cock. “Keep it up, they're starting to sing.” 

*bang bang bang*

“Hey! I can’t hear you!” Jeonghan’s voice suddenly shouts through the wall. “What are you two doing? Put your fucking backs into it!” 

“What the fuck?” Seungcheol huffs, his hips stuttering for a second, but he recovers smoothly, switching his pace to stroke a little slower. 

Joshua, though, is a bit more startled than his roommate, and bucks forward in surprise, and you choke and sputter and swallow around him, which just makes him groan again, louder and for longer. 

“That’s better!” Jeonghan laughs. 

Jeonghan has said very little to you since the night that you’d seduced his roommates - nothing more than the occasional snarky, Oh, back again?, when he catches you coming out of their room, always with a bored roll of his eyes. He never seems to have anything else to say.

(Not counting his two am texts, of course. You’re not sure what it would take for those to stop.)

“Shut the fuck up!” Seungcheol yells back. 

You pull off Joshua’s cock, inhaling noisily. “Just ignore him,” you pant, pressing your cheek against Joshua’s thigh as Seungcheol quickens his pace again. “Oh, god, yes, faster!” 

Joshua’s dick bumps against your mouth and you open to take the tip in, sucking lightly, and whine as Seungcheol gives you what you want. 

“Ooh, sounds like they're getting close. Now’s the time to start playing that fat clit, Joshua. Strum away.” 

You gasp around Joshua. “Wha the - “

“He’s such a dick,” Seuncheol growls, bouncing you forward with a particularly sharp thrust on the last word. You agree completely but don’t have the air to say so. 

“You gotta have the right touch, though. Baby, if he doesn’t, just think of me and the way I touch you.” Jeonghan’s smugness is palpable through the wall. “You know no one knows your body like I do.”

“Hyung!” Joshua shouts, stopping you from your blow job with gentle hands on your shoulders. Seungcheol grunts in frustration and grips your hips as he slows to a halt, still buried deep inside you. The tension you’d felt earlier is back. “Is there a problem?” 

“Yeah, it sounds like the two of you forgot how to use your dicks!” 

“What is he doing?” Joshua asks, dropping his voice so only you and Jeonghan can hear.

“Being his usual charming self,” Seungcheol sighs, “the fuck do you think? He’s trying to ruin this for us.” 

“Which is why we shouldn’t let him,” you say. “Don’t give him what he wants.” 

You hope to appeal to their sense of justice - to remind them that Jeonghan’s a selfish prick who doesn’t deserve to win - pretending the entire time that you’re not a hypocrite who is just as self-absorbed and greedy. You’re not ready to give this up. 

Besides, you need to stay in this part of the plan as long as you can. Because if you’re being honest, you haven’t figured out the next step yet. And you’re not good at improvising. 

“He won’t stop,” Seungcheol warns you, and Joshua nods. As if you didn’t already know that. Jeonghan never stops anything once he has a goal in mind. Like keeping you hooked in the sick little game he’s been playing with your heart.

“I don’t care,” you reply, and roll your hips back a few times. Seungcheol’s fingers twitch, digging into your sides. “I need you, Cheollie, please.” 

“Fuck, gorgeous, you sure?” His voice is low in your ear, and you shudder. 

“Yes, fuck me hard, make me forget he’s here.” 

Sometimes, you wish you could forget him completely.

(But only sometimes.)

There’s a derisive snort from next door, but Seungcheol doesn’t wait for another response, pushing between your shoulder blades to lower your face to the pillow Joshua provides. Then he slides in and out in quick thrusts, making your ass jiggle. “Fucking yes, take it,” he mutters, hands grabbing and smacking and then grabbing again. 

“Get in there, Shua!” Jeonghan’s voice manages to cut above the filthy sounds coming from the three of you.  

Joshua curses under his breath. “Smart ass motherfucker, thinks he knows everything…” But his fingers still pinch your clit the way all three of them know you like, and your thighs jolt and shake as he gets his thumb rolling. “You’re gonna cum for us, gorgeous, us and no one else, so you keep your eyes on me, okay?” His free hand grasps your chin so you’re forced to meet his gaze, and you keen at the naked lust in his expression. “Just like that.” 

“They're right on the edge, I can hear it. Find a rhythm now - nothing makes them cum harder than when you tap tap on that clit and that g spot at the same time.”

Jeonghan is still going on, sounding like the deranged director of this dirty little show that you’re putting on for his benefit, and as much as it pisses you off, it’s hard to stop yourself from picturing him sitting at Joshua’s desk in the corner, watching his roommates turn you inside out, maybe even guiding them, while touching himself - 

You start to clench and rock your hips back into Seungcheol, urging him to drive deeper, and with a few more strokes, your climax arrives. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” 

Seungcheol grunts, spilling inside you, while Joshua moans and jerks himself off over your open mouth. There’s a muffled cry next door, and you lie between Joshua and Seungcheol, wondering if Jeonghan always touches himself when he listens to the three of you or if tonight was the first time.

Joshua sighs. “We should talk about this at some point, shouldn’t we.” 

Seungcheol snorts. “You mean the three of us or the four of us?” 

Your stomach is twisting itself into knots. “Please, can we not talk about him right now?” 

Seungcheol glances at you. “What’s there to talk about?” he says. “Tell me, gorgeous - did you get what you needed?” 

Does he mean tonight, or these last few weeks? Either way, answer unclear. 

“Yeah,” you respond, faking it in the hopes of making it. “I’m good.” 

“Good. Then that’s all I care about.” He looks at Joshua. “You good?” 

Joshua turns to face you. He looks conflicted, and you suddenly wonder why they’re still both going along with this. “Yeah,” he finally says, thumb caressing your cheek. “I’m good too.” 

There’s no more noise coming from Jeonghan’s room, but when you leave, your phone buzzes as he gets in the last word:

I know you were thinking of me.

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“Uh, sure.” The door closes and reopens as Joshua removes the chain. He steps back to allow you to slip past him. “But, um, ‘Han’s not here?”

“Oh.” You pause, then fish your phone out of your pocket. “But he told me he’d be home by midnight?”

Joshua shrugs, shuffling away from the door. “I dunno when he’ll be back. You can wait here if you want.” He slumps onto the couch, then gestures to the open half. “I’m just watching a movie.” 

You feel his eyes on you as you settle into the saggy cushions. If you looked at him right now, you know he’d be gazing at you with open pity. It’s the same look he gives you whenever he catches you sneaking out of Jeonghan’s bedroom. 

The movie isn’t very interesting, so you scroll through your phone as you wait, trying to be patient. You hate waiting, but this is going to be worth it. 

About 10 minutes later, though, you’re getting antsy. You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, can I get something to drink?”

Joshua’s latent host instincts stumble clumsily to life. “Oh yeah, right, what do you want?”

He shuffles off to the kitchen without waiting for an answer, so you hop up to follow. He pours some Jack Daniels into his glass before adding a little cola, then gestures to a second glass he’s produced from the cupboard. “Whiskey, soda, water, that’s pretty much all we have right now.” 

“Uh, I’ll take the same as you.” You tap your fingers on the counter. “So, uh, how’ve you been?” 

Joshua shrugs. “Same as always, nothing new. I guess I can’t complain but I’d kinda like to.” He grins and hands you your drink, then taps his against yours. “Geonbae.” 

“What are we drinking to?” Seungcheol’s voice is deep and grumbly as he enters the kitchen. Jeonghan’s other roommate was obviously sleeping based not only on his timbre but also the physical state of him - shorts and hoodie rumpled, fluffy dark hair flying in different directions, eyes barely open. At least, until he realizes who you are, at which point they widen. “Oh, shit, hey, YN. I didn’t know… who was here.” 

“Hey Cheollie.” You flash the other man a friendly smile. You’ve always liked Jeonghan’s roommates. They both seem so nice, if a little bro-y. Hard to understand how they’re friends with Jeonghan sometimes. But then again, you once thought he was the sweetest man on the planet, so maybe your judge of character is a bit shit.

One thing you are empirically certain of, though, is that both of Jeonghan’s roommates are so, so fine. Joshua has a lithe frame thanks to his skateboarding while Seungcheol’s got a boxer’s build due to the many hours he spends in the gym. And they both have face cards that have never once in their lives declined.

“We’re drinking to the status quo,” Joshua informs his roommate, sliding him the bottle of Jack. Seungcheol hums, already recovering from the surprise of seeing you. He knows you’re still fucking Jeonghan. It’s just that usually when you’re here, they never actually see you.

Seongcheol lifts his cup. “Keeping it or fucking it up?” 

“Keeping.” Joshua’s eyes flicker to you. Seungcheol nods. 

You take a sip of your drink. The atmosphere in the kitchen is awkward now, both of the men exchanging glances that clearly telegraph that it’s because of you. Part of you wants to flee - but you need to wait it out, if you’re going to get what you want. 

And fuck do you want it. 

Joshua slinks back to the couch. Relieved for a break in the tension, you do the same. Seungcheol drops into the armchair, legs spreading, sculpted thighs catching your eye, before you avert your gaze, reaching for your phone again.

By the time the credits start to roll on the movie you’re thinking it’s time to give up. You finish your drink, setting it on the coffee table before standing. “I’m just gonna…” With that, you head for the exit. “Thanks for the drink.” 

“See ya,” Joshua’s voice floats past you into the hallway as you close the door. It hangs around just as long as you do before disappearing towards the elevator. 

It’s Seungcheol who greets you the next week. He gives you a once-over before letting you in without a word. Vacates the apartment not long after you arrive. Joshua is on the couch again. Remembers to offer you a drink before ignoring you for a solid twenty minutes, after which you leave. 

The third time you show up, Joshua is back at the door. Tonight the surprise in his gaze has been replaced with a knowing, and familiar, look. 

“He’s not here. What did he tell you this time?” 

“Uh…” Caught off guard, you blink rapidly. “He said he’d meet me at midnight again.” You’re a little earlier than you meant to be, too eager to make yourself sit at home much longer. It’s a sickness, really. 

“Uh-huh. And yet, he’s not here again.” He tilts his head, waiting for you to arrive at whatever unspoken conclusion he’s reached.

“Just let them in, man.” Seungcheol raises his head on the couch, giving you a once-over before lying back down. “Don’t get in their business.” 

“Relax, I was going to ask them in.” Joshua rolls his eyes at his roommate as you slip past him towards the empty armchair. “You want a drink?”

He gives you a noticeably stronger pour this week, the alcohol stinging your throat with the first sip. Must be his way of sympathizing. You’re grateful to Seungcheol for shutting down Joshua’s burgeoning interrogation earlier. You don’t require their judgment. You know exactly what you’re doing. 

Which is why you nurse slowly at your cocktail. Both men are on their phones while a baseball game plays on the television. You’re content to scroll on your own phone, listening mindlessly to the sound of the announcing droning in the background. 

Joshua clears his throat. “You know you’re wasting your time, right.”

It’s not a question. 

“Josh…” Seungcheol intones warningly.

“I’m just saying!” Joshua turns so he’s facing you “There’s no reason to sit here and pretend we’re not thinking it.” 

“I’m not thinking it,” his roommate responds, not bothering to look up from his phone as he talks. “You’re the one thinking it. Knock it off.” 

“Hey, if you want to pretend this isn’t weird, fine. But I’m not. I’m calling what I see, and - “

“Dude you’re making it so weird just by pointing it out! If you’d - “

“Guys.” 

They stop arguing and look at you. It’s a little dizzying, honestly, having their combined full attention on you for the first time. 

“I’m not stupid. I know he’s out with someone else.” You hold out your phone, showing the latest post from Jeonghan. As if they weren’t just looking at it on their own screens. 

“He ghosted you. Again.” 

You sigh at Joshua’s declaration. He only presses on. 

“If you hadn’t seen that photo, how long would you have kept waiting? Another fifteen minutes? Half an hour?”

“Damn, what do you want from them?” Seungcheol finally sits up, giving his roommate a look. He’s imposing without even trying to be, his frame towering over Joshua’s as he sits on the floor. 

Joshua doesn’t back down, not concerned in the least. “I want to know what they want!” He suddenly gets up, taking a seat on the corner of the couch next to your armchair. You quirk an eyebrow at him when he takes your hand, holding it gently between his. “YN. What is it you really want?” 

“What is - what are you doing?” You wiggle your hand free from his grip. His concern is somehow touching and condescending at the same time. 

“I’m asking you an honest question. I don’t get it.” Joshua snorts. “There’s no way Jeonghan’s dick is that amazing. Why do you keep coming back when he treats you like shit?” 

You have no answer for that, because you don’t understand it yourself. Why can’t you stay away? 

“YN, you don’t have to answer that.” Seungcheol scoots down the couch so he’s closer to you, close enough for you to breathe in the spicy warmth of his cologne. “But look, I agree with Joshua on one thing. Jeonghan’s being a total asshole to you. You don’t deserve that.”

“Right,” you laugh, sarcasm slipping into your tone, “I forgot. You think I’d remember that by now, given how many times I hear it.” Or at least you used to, back before your friends gave up on convincing you of the truth of that statement. 

Seungcheol examines you with a quiet intensity that makes your heart jump in your chest. “I’m serious,” he finally says. “Always thought you were too good for him.”

Joshua doesn’t give you the time necessary to unpack that weight before he’s adding to it. “Me too.”

“You both… that’s - that’s sweet of you to say.” You draw in a deep breath. “But I don’t need your pity. I don’t want it.”

Joshua shakes his head. “It’s not pity, it’s…” he trails off, shoulders lifting helplessly. “I don’t know. It makes me mad. Why is he out there when he’s got you waiting for him here? Doesn’t he know any other guy would kill to have you show up at their door?!”

His eyes are wide and honest as he speaks, but there’s something else burning there, something that makes your stomach swoop. It’s in Seungcheol’s gaze too as he nods along in agreement with his friend’s words.

“Okay…” you glance away, giggling nervously.

“No, don’t do that,” Joshua says, straightening up, tone serious. “Don’t laugh me off.”

There’s a palpable shift in the mood of the room. An air of frustration tinges everything being said. It makes you squirm a little, and you can tell the other two are feeling it too as Joshua continues.

“You don’t need him. You never did, but you especially don’t now.” He pauses. “And also… ah, fuck, nevermind.”

You feel like you’ve been hanging on his every word. He can’t stop now. “What?”

“I was gonna - I was gonna say - “ Joshua’s gaze lingers on his roommate for a moment. “Fuck, it’s gonna be more awkward now, but - oh, fuck it.” His eyes meet yours again. “If you’re here to get fucked, that can still happen.”

You think you hear Seungcheol curse under his breath, but you can’t break eye contact with Joshua right now. There’s an unusual ferocity in his expression that has your breath hitching in your chest.

After a quiet moment, you speak. “You’re saying…” Seungcheol doesn’t react as your gaze bounces to him, then back to Joshua. “You wanna fuck me?”

“Yeah.”

Again you can't stop yourself from looking at Seungcheol. Of the two, he’s always been the more difficult one to read. Now is no exception. You’d love to know what’s going on behind those dark eyes of his. All you’ve got to go on is the slight furrowing of his brow. Does he think Joshua’s out of line? 

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

Joshua shrugs. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m just letting you know, I’m more than happy to give you what you came here for.”

“I never said that was why I’m here.”

“YN. Come on. We all know.”

“I’m down too.”

Seungcheol chuckles as you and Joshua snap your heads to look at him.

“What? I’m just letting you know, too.”

Joshua mumbles something that ends in “hypocrite,” and gives his roommate a challenging stare. It feels like someone kicked the dial up on the tension in the room. You nibble thoughtfully on your bottom lip, practically tasting it, lit up with a new energy. 

“So you… both… wanna fuck me.”

The longer your sentence lingers out there, the quicker your heart beats. But you’re not about to speak first.

Joshua opens his mouth but Seungcheol cuts him off mid-inhale. “It’ll only be weird if you make it weird.”

It’s not weird. It’s the most you’ve been turned on in ages, sitting with your back to Seungcheol’s chest, both of your legs spread so Joshua can lie between them and eat you out as he’d so kindly offered. That sweet smile of his turns cocky as he easily mouth fucks you into an orgasm, your clit fluttering fast as a hummingbird’s wings. 

There’s only the briefest of discussions about who you want to fuck you first. You’re thinking it over - something tells you that Seungcheol is a ride you’ll need to work yourself up to - when says he doesn’t mind watching if you want Joshua to go first, and you quickly agree. Joshua’s not about to disagree, so you start to shift, to move away from Seungcheol, but he stops you with a strong arm around your waist. 

“Stay here,” he murmurs, lips pressing against the side of your neck. “Wanna feel you fall apart.”

Seungcheol’s other hand has found your clit and is circling lightly. It has you lifting your hips shamelessly, openly seeking more pleasure. You whimper Seungcheol’s name with a shudder, then Joshua’s with surprise when his hands wrap around your thighs and push them up into your stomach.

“You don’t have to move, you’re perfect just like this,” Joshua informs you, and the hunger in his eyes makes you clench in anticipation. “Absolutely perfect.” 

The head of his cock slides into you, just a little, before Joshua pulls back, then thrusts in again. He does this again, and again, going deeper, until your hips are flush. He moves with such gentleness at first, making sure you’re comfortable, that he’s not hurting you in any way. When he knows you’re ready, his hand cups your face, and he kisses you, tongue gliding into your mouth as he slowly strokes into your tight walls. 

“‘Shua!” Somehow his name gets past your tongue and his. You reach for him, fingernails digging into his back, not to hurt, just to hold.

“Just like this,” he groans, the hand on your cheek drifting, pausing at your throat for a moment before brushing over your breast, palm rubbing your nipple roughly enough to elicit a loud whine. “That’s it. Let us hear you, gorgeous.” 

“We hear you with him ,” Seungcheol says, casually confirming what you’ve always known. The rhythmic rolling of your hips into Seungcheol’s groin has your ass rubbing his hard cock. He grips your waist tighter, teeth grazing your earlobe. “I always thought I could make you scream louder.”

“Guess w-we’ll find out,” you stammer, words trembling into breathiness, because it’s hard to talk while Joshua has you bouncing on his cock. Seungcheol hums, placing his thumb under your chin, tilting your face to his for a kiss. 

“Get back here,” Joshua murmurs, raspy voiced and flushed as he nudges his lips into your cheek, knocking Seungcheol away from your mouth. You giggle into Joshua's kiss, while Seungcheol mutters a few low threats against his roommate directly into your ear, all hot breath and low grumbles. A loud creak sounds, and you wonder if Seungcheol’s bed might not be able to handle all this.

Joshua breaks away to glance over your shoulder at Seungcheol. Whatever he sees makes him smirk, and he leans towards you again, lips brushing yours. 

Seungcheol whispers, “Hold on,” and then he slides down the bed until he’s flat on his back. He brings you with him as Joshua straddles his thighs so he can follow, thrusting back into you without a moment’s delay. The swiftness of their movements makes you gasp, has you writhing in desperation against Seungcheol as he spreads your legs, holding them open for Joshua to fuck you harder, faster. You cry with every snap of his hips until it’s practically one long wail. 

“Let it all out, gorgeous,” Joshua urges as he stares down at you from beneath sweaty bangs. He dips his thumb past your parted lips into your mouth, and you instinctively flick your tongue over it before he drags it down to your clit. “Let us hear that sweet voice.” 

“Yeah,” Seungcheol huffs, humping wildly against your ass, his hands so hot on your thighs, keeping your knees spread open like butterfly wings. “Don’t be shy now.” 

You’re not shy at all, sandwiched tightly between the two men, sobbing both their names as your wave crests. Joshua grunts and then he stills as he fills the condom he wears. There’s no sound from Seungcheol, no sudden movements or wetness on your back that lead you to believe he’s also climaxed, and this is confirmed when Joshua finally pulls out and you have the space to move. 

“I said I didn’t mind waiting,” Seungcheol informs you as you eye his big cock again, noting how darkened it is, precum dripping down the shaft. You’re not quite sure you believe him, but it doesn’t matter. Whether or not it’s about to blow, you’re getting on that rocket. 

But before you attempt that challenge - 

“I think I need some water.” 

Joshua merely hums. He’s flopped onto his back, and you can’t tell from this angle if his eyes are even open. 

Seungcheol starts to rise. “I can grab you a b-”

“No, that’s okay,” you cut him off, placing your hands on his shoulders to pull him back to the bed. “I should, um, pee, too. Before we…” 

Seungcheol hesitates, glancing at Joshua, and they exchange a mysterious look before he nods, returning to his spot on the bed. It’s a little chilly, so you grab Joshua’s hoodie and Seungcheol’s shorts and throw them on before darting out into the hallway and into the bathroom. 

You down a glass of water at the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your reflection looks proud. It only took three attempts but you did it. In retrospect, it was surprisingly easy to manipulate your ex’s roommates into a threesome. You just had to play up your patheticness - maybe you should feel a little insulted that the guys bought it so easily, but who cares, it worked. All you need now is a photo or video, to send to Jeonghan the next time he texts. Then your plan will be complete.

Your hand is on Joshua’s door knob when you hear a loud creak. Jeonghan’s door opens.

“I thought I heard your voice.” 

You jump, glaring at your ex. “Fuck, you scared me!” 

“Having fun in there? Sounded like you were.” 

Vaguely, you remember the loud noise you’d heard earlier while you were with Joshua and Seungcheol. That must’ve been Jeonghan getting home. 

Jeonghan leans against his door frame, arms crossing while he takes in your outfit, recognition sweeping over his face. Anger simmers in your gut, stoked by the annoyance you feel at him for scaring you. 

There goes your plan. Although, maybe this will be more fun….

“Yes, I was,” you reply with a grin. Jeonghan scowls, turning away. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business.” 

He laughs sourly, pushing himself off the wall to crowd into your space, blocking Joshua’s door. “You tell yourself that, baby.” He brushes his finger along your cheek, and you shudder. “But it is my business. Because you’ll always be mine.” 

It’s sick, how you want to agree, his sultry voice hypnotizing you like it always does. He drops his hand to your hip, pulling you to him as he kisses you. His lips demand that you yield to him. But not this time. This time, you’re going to resist. 

“I haven’t been yours for a long time, Jeonghan. I just haven’t acted like it.” With two hands on his chest, you push Jeonghan away, 

“Oh, right, but you are now?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fucking my roommates to prove the point?” 

You shrug. “Did it work?” 

“It’s gonna take more than that to hurt me, baby,” he huffs, but when his eyes meet yours, you catch a brief glimpse of uncertainty beneath the smug expression he wears. 

That’s all you need - that tiny moment of doubt. You’ve got him right where you want him. You step into Jeonghan’s embrace again and kiss him gently. It surprises him, shakes his composure a little, and you slip past him, reaching for Joshua’s door with a sweet smile.

“If you insist.” 

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You smile back, a soft little thing that disappears as the only other patron in the place calls loudly to you from his barstool. "Ugh, duty calls. Try to wrap this thing up soon, will you? Boss said I can close up early tonight since we're so dead."

Felix is annoyed to find that the old man is still deliberating. So he plays with another hidden card in his coat, charging it slightly with kinetic energy, just enough so that his eyes glow red.

"Now, mon ami, are you finally ready to make your move?" He grins, white teeth flashing in the dim light. "Choose carefully."

It has the desired effect. The man, staring with a dropped jaw, calls. Felix wins. He gathers his winnings as the tourists hurriedly head for the exit.

The drunk on the barstool eventually stumbles towards the door, and then it's just the two of you. Felix hangs out behind the bar, helping himself to another whiskey as you count the till.

"Nice of the boss man to let you leave early tonight," he says, leaning against the counter.

You laugh. "It's not kindness, it's cheapness. He just doesn't want to pay me more than he has to."

"Ah. Well… at least you get some of your night back." Felix isn't sure why he's stretching to find a silver lining to you losing a few hours of work. Maybe it's the way a small crease has formed between your brows. He hates the thought of anything ruining your day. "You should go out, have some fun tonight."

"Oh, sure - laissez le bon temps rouler, huh?" You roll your eyes. "Not sure I can afford any "good times" right now, 'Lixie, but thanks." You finish up your work with the till, locking the cash away in the small safe under the bar.

"Then let me take you out, chère." Felix grins. He digs into his pocket, pulling out the wad of bills he earned tonight. "Come on. My treat. Let me show you how the locals really live it up around here."

"Jesus, Felix, did you leave them any money for breakfast?!" you swear, eyeing the stack of cash in his hand.

Felix shrugs. "I'm sure their hotel offers a continental breakfast… listen, don't worry about them. They had plenty of fun tonight and they'll go home with a story to tell." He cleans his empty glass so you don't have to, then he grabs your hand. As you giggle, he spins you around a few times. "Don't you deserve to have some fun of your own?"

You peer at him with wide eyes, head tipping as you consider his offer. "You're right. I do. But I don't think I feel like going out tonight."

Felix tries not to let his disappointment show. "Ah, that's all right, chère. You just go on home, then. Maybe some other night." Maybe you're still unsure about him. The thought hurts him more than he'd like to admit.

"No, 'Lix," you say, and his head snaps up. "I don't want to go out, but that doesn't mean I don't want to have some fun."

He sees it then. The look in your eye. He swallows, and reaches out for you again. But his time, he grabs you by the waist, and pulls you into his arms.

"Tell me what you're thinking, ma chère," he murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek, and to his surprise, you answer with a kiss.

It's soft, so chaste, the kiss you give him, lips lightly brushing his. He nearly stops breathing, so focused on the sensation, not even wanting to move lest he startle you away. But then your mouth presses again, and again, as if you're gaining confidence with each kiss, and before long he can't hold back anymore.

"'Lix!" you gasp when he traps you against the bar. He trails kisses down your neck, moaning when you curl your fingers into his coat and tug him even closer. "Fuck, 'Lixie, want you so much."

"I want you too," he says, sealing his confession with another kiss. "Been wanting you."

"Yeah?" you reply breathlessly. "What - what do you want?"

Felix cups your face. He wants everything you're willing to give him, however you want to give it. But he doesn't know how to say that, and as he traces your lips with his finger, you open your mouth and flick the tip with your tongue. The feeling shoots straight to his cock, and he groans, and blurts the first thing that enters his brain.

"All I can think of is your pretty lips around me."

Your eyebrow quirks as Felix realizes what he's said. Before he can try again, you drop to your knees.

"Shit, chère, you don't ha-"

WHAM!

The door to the bar is suddenly violently thrown open. Moving on instinct, Felix hauls you to your feet and slides between you and the door.

"Where is she?" a loud voice screams. "Where's that fucking bitch? I know she's here!"

"Stay behind me," Felix orders you. He grabs an empty glass off the counter and holds it in his hand as a shadow passes through the doorway.

It's a man Felix doesn't recognize, all muscle and popping veins, thick neck and bruised knuckles. But given the way you suddenly clutch at Felix's bicep with shaky fingers, he understands that you know who he is.

"There you are," the man growls upon spotting you behind Felix. "I told you I'd find you!"

He takes a step towards the bar, and Felix holds up his hand. He feels you move behind him, and he grasps for you blindly with his other hand, relieved when you grip it with your own.

"Now just hold on, homme - why don't you calm down, hmm? Just take a step back." Felix charges the glass in his hand. His eyes pulse red with unleashed energy.

"Fuck you, mutie freak! Should've known you'd end up here, bitch - with AAAAHH!"

It happens so fast, Felix nearly misses it. One second, the man is screaming, advancing on the bar. The next, he's flying through the air, smashing into the wall behind him, and then right through it. Felix watches as the man is tossed out into the street beyond the building, coming to a sickening stop on the pavement.

As soon as he's sure the man isn't getting back up again, Felix turns to check on you. You're frozen in place, one arm still raised, aimed at the side of the bar that is no longer there, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Not again. I did it again," he hears you whisper over and over. You're in shock. He needs to get you away from the bar as quickly as possible - because the gaping hole and the dead man lying in the street are going to draw attention very quickly.

"Chère, it's okay, shhh, shhh." He wraps you in his embrace, rubbing your back for a few minutes, until your chanting stops. Gently, he wipes the tears from your face. "Come on, we've got to get out of here."

"But I - I'm - I could hurt-" Your voice breaks on a sob, and Felix instantly understands. This entire time, he thought you were afraid of him. But you were afraid for him.

"It's gonna be okay," he says, and he means it, full of confidence as usual. Because he's Felix. He always knows what he's doing.

Placing his palm on the safe, he charges the dial up, until it explodes in his hand, leaving a hole just big enough for him to reach in and grab all the cash. Even in your daze, you give him a confused look, and he shrugs.

"What? I'm just making sure that asshole pays you what you're worth, one last time," he smirks. "Now come on, ma belle fille, it's time to run."

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You smile back, a soft little thing that disappears as the only other patron in the place calls loudly to you from his barstool. "Ugh, duty calls. Try to wrap this thing up soon, will you? Boss said I can close up early tonight since we're so dead."

Felix is annoyed to find that the old man is still deliberating. So he plays with another hidden card in his coat, charging it slightly with kinetic energy, just enough so that his eyes glow red.

"Now, mon ami, are you finally ready to make your move?" He grins, white teeth flashing in the dim light. "Choose carefully."

It has the desired effect. The man, staring with a dropped jaw, calls. Felix wins. He gathers his winnings as the tourists hurriedly head for the exit.

The drunk on the barstool eventually stumbles towards the door, and then it's just the two of you. Felix hangs out behind the bar, helping himself to another whiskey as you count the till.

"Nice of the boss man to let you leave early tonight," he says, leaning against the counter.

You laugh. "It's not kindness, it's cheapness. He just doesn't want to pay me more than he has to."

"Ah. Well… at least you get some of your night back." Felix isn't sure why he's stretching to find a silver lining to you losing a few hours of work. Maybe it's the way a small crease has formed between your brows. He hates the thought of anything ruining your day. "You should go out, have some fun tonight."

"Oh, sure - laissez le bon temps rouler, huh?" You roll your eyes. "Not sure I can afford any "good times" right now, 'Lixie, but thanks." You finish up your work with the till, locking the cash away in the small safe under the bar.

"Then let me take you out, chère." Felix grins. He digs into his pocket, pulling out the wad of bills he earned tonight. "Come on. My treat. Let me show you how the locals really live it up around here."

"Jesus, Felix, did you leave them any money for breakfast?!" you swear, eyeing the stack of cash in his hand.

Felix shrugs. "I'm sure their hotel offers a continental breakfast… listen, don't worry about them. They had plenty of fun tonight and they'll go home with a story to tell." He cleans his empty glass so you don't have to, then he grabs your hand. As you giggle, he spins you around a few times. "Don't you deserve to have some fun of your own?"

You peer at him with wide eyes, head tipping as you consider his offer. "You're right. I do. But I don't think I feel like going out tonight."

Felix tries not to let his disappointment show. "Ah, that's all right, chère. You just go on home, then. Maybe some other night." Maybe you're still unsure about him. The thought hurts him more than he'd like to admit.

"No, 'Lix," you say, and his head snaps up. "I don't want to go out, but that doesn't mean I don't want to have some fun."

He sees it then. The look in your eye. He swallows, and reaches out for you again. But his time, he grabs you by the waist, and pulls you into his arms.

"Tell me what you're thinking, ma chère," he murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek, and to his surprise, you answer with a kiss.

It's soft, so chaste, the kiss you give him, lips lightly brushing his. He nearly stops breathing, so focused on the sensation, not even wanting to move lest he startle you away. But then your mouth presses again, and again, as if you're gaining confidence with each kiss, and before long he can't hold back anymore.

"'Lix!" you gasp when he traps you against the bar. He trails kisses down your neck, moaning when you curl your fingers into his coat and tug him even closer. "Fuck, 'Lixie, want you so much."

"I want you too," he says, sealing his confession with another kiss. "Been wanting you."

"Yeah?" you reply breathlessly. "What - what do you want?"

Felix cups your face. He wants everything you're willing to give him, however you want to give it. But he doesn't know how to say that, and as he traces your lips with his finger, you open your mouth and flick the tip with your tongue. The feeling shoots straight to his cock, and he groans, and blurts the first thing that enters his brain.

"All I can think of is your pretty lips around me."

Your eyebrow quirks as Felix realizes what he's said. Before he can try again, you drop to your knees.

"Shit, chère, you don't ha-"

WHAM!

The door to the bar is suddenly violently thrown open. Moving on instinct, Felix hauls you to your feet and slides between you and the door.

"Where is she?" a loud voice screams. "Where's that fucking bitch? I know she's here!"

"Stay behind me," Felix orders you. He grabs an empty glass off the counter and holds it in his hand as a shadow passes through the doorway.

It's a man Felix doesn't recognize, all muscle and popping veins, thick neck and bruised knuckles. But given the way you suddenly clutch at Felix's bicep with shaky fingers, he understands that you know who he is.

"There you are," the man growls upon spotting you behind Felix. "I told you I'd find you!"

He takes a step towards the bar, and Felix holds up his hand. He feels you move behind him, and he grasps for you blindly with his other hand, relieved when you grip it with your own.

"Now just hold on, homme - why don't you calm down, hmm? Just take a step back." Felix charges the glass in his hand. His eyes pulse red with unleashed energy.

"Fuck you, mutie freak! Should've known you'd end up here, bitch - with AAAAHH!"

It happens so fast, Felix nearly misses it. One second, the man is screaming, advancing on the bar. The next, he's flying through the air, smashing into the wall behind him, and then right through it. Felix watches as the man is tossed out into the street beyond the building, coming to a sickening stop on the pavement.

As soon as he's sure the man isn't getting back up again, Felix turns to check on you. You're frozen in place, one arm still raised, aimed at the side of the bar that is no longer there, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Not again. I did it again," he hears you whisper over and over. You're in shock. He needs to get you away from the bar as quickly as possible - because the gaping hole and the dead man lying in the street are going to draw attention very quickly.

"Chère, it's okay, shhh, shhh." He wraps you in his embrace, rubbing your back for a few minutes, until your chanting stops. Gently, he wipes the tears from your face. "Come on, we've got to get out of here."

"But I - I'm - I could hurt-" Your voice breaks on a sob, and Felix instantly understands. This entire time, he thought you were afraid of him. But you were afraid for him.

"It's gonna be okay," he says, and he means it, full of confidence as usual. Because he's Felix. He always knows what he's doing.

Placing his palm on the safe, he charges the dial up, until it explodes in his hand, leaving a hole just big enough for him to reach in and grab all the cash. Even in your daze, you give him a confused look, and he shrugs.

"What? I'm just making sure that asshole pays you what you're worth, one last time," he smirks. "Now come on, ma belle fille, it's time to run."

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