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There's something in the air.... something ominous, you can feel it sitting heavily on your chest. What is it?
Walking down the hallway, you know there's logically no blindspots for someone to sneak up on you or something like that. You glance around, just in case. Can never be too careful.
Nope, all that can be seen are framed accolades and magazine covers of the band members that reside in this fancy penthouse: Heartsteel.
Ordinarily, you wouldn't be here, on your way to the dance studio to pick your boyfriend, Ezreal, up for your routine daily lunch. You didn't want to interrupt their practice by distracting Ezreal...which happens a whole lot. Anything that he's intrigued by throws off his concentration entirely.
But today, something weird happened. The moment you pulled into their excessively fancy driveway, you got an oddly cold text from him asking you to come up, instead of waiting by the car as you usually did.
Silly, poor, naive, little old you could not have expected that upon entering the studio you'd experience two things...
1: it looks less like a dance studio and more like an interrogation room in those cop shows
AND
2: you'd be immediately grabbed from behind, and tossed into darkness from a bag being thrown over your head.
Barely having a chance to react, you're forced into a chair. That doesn't stop you from wriggling around and kicking. Not that it does much, the grip keeping you in your place is solid.
"Aphelios!" You yell into the void of the bag, "I swear, I will end you!"
It's faint, but you hear a low protesting noise.
Then a chuckle after, it's Sett. "Well, you can't exactly blame her, Phel. You don't have the greatest track record."
The bag is quickly and yet gently ripped from your face soon after that. And you come face to face with Kayn, who's smirking at you.
"What the hell is going on?" You bark, wriggling around furiously, the intent to escape replaced with the intent to slap a bitch.
"Relax, pumpkin, don't act like this is your first time being tied up before," Kayn teases with a little boop to your nose. Your face instantly flushes at the exposé of a quiet fantasy.
"Where's Ez?" You ask, forcing yourself to a still.
Kayn slides to the slide and shakes his hands dramatically at the presentation of your boyfriend on the other end of the table, he too seated and tied up and held down by K'Sante (a fantasy of his own).
However, he looks less freaked out than you do, he's got his usual shit-eating grin on his face. Kinky bastard.
You look around to see Kayn and Aphelios to the side, and crane your neck noting Sett behind you. No Yone to be found.
You huff and raise a brow at K'Sante. "I thought you were supposed to be the older brother, what happened, man?"
Kayn chuckles menacingly and holds up a smartphone, "Oh...well, he sort of *dug his own grave*." His voice is heavy on the last few words.
You sigh out, "blackmail?"
"Yeah," he awkwardly thumps out a beat with his fingers on Ezreal's shoulders. The green haired man still doesn't attempt to escape.
"I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed," you say dramatically.
"Cut the chit chat, alright? We're not here for that!" Kayn cuts in, looking between me and Ezreal.
You laugh out, "wow, give Kayn one inch of power and he wants the whole mile. That's why you'll always be a bottom--" his eye twitches menacingly at that. Sett lets out a snort and immediately hushes when Kayn's rage settles on him.
"Now, where's Yone?!"
"Right here," and with the smoothness you're entirely convinced he practices in the mirror every morning, he steps into the bright of the sole light of the room.
Did they really remodel their entire studio for this one bit?
Yone eyes you and Ezreal down for a long time. You can't help but wilt under the intense cool of his gaze. He says each of your names. "We need to discuss something." He pauses for a moment, before continuing. "I understand that you two are still in the stage of your relationship where you want to--"
"--fuck like rabbits--" Ezreal cuts in. K'Sante nudges him, but there's no denying the small smile that plays at his lips.
Yone sighs out, "putting it crudely, but yes." He clears his throat before tossing photographs on the table, "case in point."
You crane forward to look at the photos. All of Ezreal, but hyperfocused on the bruises on his shoulders and neck. Your face flushes once again and you chuckle awkwardly.
Yone and everyone else really is gazing at you expectantly. Even Ezreal.
Little traitor.
"Uh...those are from training--" the lie is so obvious it hurts to say.
"Stamina training?" Kayn quips.
You whip to face him, "maybe!"
Yone nods, very unimpressed. "Stamina training, is that right?"
"Absolutely--!"
You barely get that out of your mouth when Ezreal clicks his tongue in approval. "You know, I'm a pretty attractive guy..but these photos make me look sexy as fuck. Who took these? And is that laminated paper?"
You know what? Maybe he was right to leave all the talking to you.
Considering you're already down on the ground, in terms of pride, you turn on him: "Dude, you told me you'd wear longer sleeves while you healed up?!"
"And rob the world of seeing the sexy slope of my shoulders? Yeah, I don't think so!" He snaps back, everyone's attention on him. "Besides you're the one who said --and I quote-- *it'd be so naughty of you to show these off at work*!" An unholy moan meant to imitate you leaves his lips. The entirety of Heartsteel turns back to look at you and at this point your head feels like it's going to explode.
"Ezreal!" You squeak out. "That was... I was reprimanding you!"
"Aw, c'mon babe," he simpers. "You know I never miss an opportunity to be naughty~"
Where's a goddamn sinkhole when you need one?!
Yone rises to his full height and quiet settles over the room. You can't help but notice the slight pink dusting his cheeks.
"Listen up, all I am asking is that this is kept to a minimum, you understand?" He says your name, you nod somberly. Then he turns to your boyfriend: "Understand, Ezreal?"
He sighs out, "yes, mommy."
Your head whips back to him, more in surprise than anything. Yone sighs and disappears into the shadows mumbling about how this has ruined him from even thinking of having kids ever.
Ezreal smirks at you, "oh, sorry. I'm supposed to only call you mommy." His eyes lower seductively. "Are you gonna punish me now for being such a bad boy?"
"Y'know, I think I'm out--" Sett says from behind me, I feel the loss of his presence.
"Yeah, I gotta go to--" K'Sante is soon after him.
Aphelios makes to leave too, but seeing Kayn eagerly look between the two of you as if excited for a show, he comes back and drags the protesting magenta haired annoyance away.
"Fastest way to clear a room," you sigh, resigned to your fate.
"Look at that...it's just you and me...alone, in a dark room. And I'm all tied up, ah...the possibilities~" Ezreal giggles out, with a bite of his lip.
"Yes....but remember, I'm tied up too. And there's a table between us, so--"
Realisation brightens Ezreal's darkened eyes and he finally starts squirming and wiggling around. "Fuck! No! Yone! K'Sante! Help!"
The room is soundproof.
And while this wasn't Yone's initial intention on how to punish the two of you for your deviant actions; being trapped in a room with a wailing and horny Ezreal for about 30 minutes made you more careful for the better.
Now you only leave love bites on his thighs and lower back. How romantic.