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skzfairyyydreamz · 6 months ago

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Replaced? (Part7)

Genre: Skz smau, Text posts, Non!idolAu, Angst, friends to enemies, Mini series

Pairing: Bsf!skz , Fem!Reader, Stoner!Skz/Stoner!Reader, Bartender!skz, Club manager!Chan, Club security!Changbin, Bottle girl!Reader

Warnings: ‼️Slow build‼️strong language (obvi coming from the profanity queennnn) , mentions of alcohol and smoking, mentions of fighting, mentions of/implied SA, mentions of anxiety plz let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: thank you guys sooo much for all the love on this mini series, and my biggest apologies for the wait! i pinky promise NOT to take a whole month to post the next part!!! but with this series coming to an end prepare yourselves for non stop CHAOS DRAMA and ANGST! all feedback, reblogs, and replies are SAUR greatly appreciated !!! thank you for sticking around and reading my silly little stories!

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After what felt like 30 long and silent minutes of everyone collectively cleaning up the after math of that night, you finally broke the silence..

“Honestly Thank you guys sm for staying to help me with this crazy ass mess .. and you know…” you spoke nodding your head in the direction of your bedroom referring to jeongin while avoiding saying his name like it was some type of bad omen.

“No, Ofc!” Changbin spoke.

“You know we wouldn’t leave you alone after all that happened tonight.” Felix added as he finished pushing all your furniture back into its designated places.

“please" chris scoffed “as much time as we spend in this apartment, we’re practically your roommates! Ofc we’d stay to help out. ” he added as he came out the kitchen holding what sounded like a garbage bag full of empty solo cups and broken glass.

“Girl go get some rest you're gonna need it, gimme that.” minho said while taking the broom and dustpan from your hands and shooing you away.

“Agreed! ” Felix walked up behind you kissing the side of your head and gently rubbing your shoulders “You’re free to go shower and change or get comfy however you need darling.”

“Nuh uh, you s-?” You turned around but he shut your protest down rather quickly. “I’m positive princess, go. We’ll take care of everything out here”

“But -”

“GO...I got it!” he turned you around ignoring the pout on your face as he nudged you in the direction of the hallway.

It was nearly sunrise, and you were absolutely dreading the idea of having to face jeongin when he woke up. Even then in that moment walking into your bedroom to prepare for a shower, you dreaded even being in his presence. Just the thought of him possibly waking up at any given second was eating you alive, REGARDLESS to the sound of his grizzly bearlike snores and the sight of drool sliding down the sides of his mouth, indicating that he was VERY much sound asleep. However, You never even made it passed the doorframe of your room before the anxious knots in your stomach told you to turn around and run right back down that hallway.

“ lix ... i cant- I cant do it.” you whisper panicked running up to him and grabbing his hand.

“cant what baby ?” “ i feel so nasty and guilty, i can't even look at him right now what if we wakes up!??”

“ baby... first of all you have nothing to feel guilty for. And secondly, he slept through the sound of you trying bash sophies face in with glass liquor bottles... I'm pretty sure that dude is not waking up any time soon my love” he let out a chuckle. “What if he does thoooo!??” you whined “ im not ready to face him babe what will i say to him huh??? Oh, hey there jeongin i just tried to kill your girlfriend because shes such a shitty unfaithful stupid little bitch, how did you sleep?” felix cackled out loud this time pulling you into a hug and kiss to calm your racing mind. “ okay okay I'll get your clothes for you, no worries princess”

“ugh, thank you so much lix youre actually an angel“

“no problem jagi , tshirt or hoodie?”

“hoodie” you continued to pout slightly , while trying to brush the weight of tomorrows worries away “sweatpants or shorts?"

“shorts please”

“mkay, be back in a jiff!!” he began walking down the hall to your bedroom “pink towel, black loofa please!!” you yelled out to him.

“you got it!” he answered back “you're so amazinggg, you deserved the world!! “ you thanked him aloud once more “ i already have her” he sing songed back to you as you smiled to yourself thanking the heavens you could go a least few more hours avoiding the inevitable. ~~~~~

“... no im telling you it was weird as fuck! Like her whole aura just completely changed when she saw him.” ( felix)

“putting two and two together he clearly had to have said or done something to her for her to be so angry. We’ve known y/n for a long ass time and I've never seen her more mad than she was tonight.” (minho)

“besides trying to murder sophie..” (changbin)

“yes... besides that! Also not to mention his face was bright fucking red when we came back upstairs and they were the only two in the apartment.” (minho)

“it WAS! Idk what happened but im pretty positive she smacked the shit out of him.” (changbin)

“ hold on?... Yall left her ALONE with that fucking scumbag?” lix raised his voiced stressfully running a hand through his hair as he scooted closer to the edge of the sofa, beginning to get more irritated by the conversation he and the boys were having.

“WHOA! Hold on!” minho pointed at felix also scooting to the edge of his seat jumping quickly at the only opportunity he had to both calm felix down AND defend himself. “ it wasn't like that at all, the three of us went downstairs to get the birthday cakes out the car while y/n came upstairs because she had to use the bathroom. Alex was actually already here setting up his DJ equipment before y/n even got back!”

“yeah thats true.. And that really only took about 10 minutes, truth be told. ” (chris)

“and where tf was jeongin?!” (felix)

“he and sophie had ran out to get ice” (changbin)

“Listen, all i know is whatever happened it is NOT to be taken lightly. y/n is a tough girl and not much is going to make her cry so we WILL be getting to the bottom of this TODAY, THIS hour.” (chris)

“ SHE CRIED!? ... oh imma kill him” felix let out a sinister almost emotionless chuckle as he slightly rocked back and forth in his seat being only seconds away from crashing out.

“wait deadass? When??” (changbin)

“im deadass. It was before the party started like right when the guests started arriving. I went in the kitchen just to chat with her and i noticed she was having a moment, she tried to brush me off but you know i always call her bluff.” (chris)

“and what did she say? Because Bin tried to ask what was wrong and she seemed too angry to even speak, she gave us a look but that was about it. she just poured herself a drink then went out to get some air on the balcony.” (minho)

“ she didn't really tell me anything all she said was that she felt stupid and violated.. So ofc i told her i would handle that shit right then if she just told me what happened, but she insisted on dropping it and initially I wasn't going to but i just let it go and held her for a little bit once i saw her shed a few tears... however she did promise me that we would talk about it later and shes good for keeping a promise so ofc i trust her to do so.” (chris)

“yeah... im ready to go to jail” Felix let out yet another emotionless chuckle.

“okay, something definitely did happen between the two, yes. But lets just breathe and hear it from y/n first before we start collecting bail money.” ( changbin)

“man fuck all that fr! I need answers this shit is really starting to eat at me” (felix)

They were so caught up in their conversation that they didnt even hear you come out the bathroom and back down the hallway.

“So is sleep out of the question?” you spoke, making your Prescence known as they all snapped their heads in your direction.

“entirely outta the question my love, we have quite a few things to talk about” felix responded patting the spot next to him on the sofa signaling you to sit and join the conversation.

You hesitantly took a seat next to Felix on the sofa across from minho and chris, as changbin was sat in the loveseat to your right. Taking a look around the room you let out a shaky sigh really not wanting to have this conversation after the hectic night you had but you knew you couldn't put it off any longer or they all would lose their fucking minds.

“Take your time kiddo, no pressure.” Chris spoke softly sensing your body tensing up.

“Whenever you're ready love, we trust you.” felix added holding your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles.

“y/nnnnie dont look so upset” changbin spoke next “ you know we’re not here to scold you, you did nothing wrong we just want to protect you and know that you're safe.”

“ we just want to know what happened is all babe.” felix pulled you into a hug and began rubbing your back to calm you down.

“ i know i know...” you took a deep breath and let out another heavy sigh.

“just relax a bit, I'll go make some tea.” minho spoke before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

It took about an hour-long conversation to tell the guys what alex had did and explain everything in detail. Emotions were very high but somehow you were able to calm them all down and convince them to let it go at least for now. Chris had kept insisting that you press charges against him but you let it be known that you genuinely didnt feel the need to because one, you were more than proud that you found the strength to defend yourself when you really needed to, plus you were almost positive that nasty smack you gave him would leave a bruising. Secondly, you knew that regardless to lix being calm in that moment, he was definitely still on hots and there would be absolutely nothing nobody could do to stop him from beating alex’s ass again the next time he saw him. So for you the score board was 3 to 1, in your head it was perfect girl math. (LMAO) and truth be told you really didn't want to get lix involved and have him end up with assault charges for beating this man's ass multiple times. You just wanted to let it go and forget it all for as long as you possibly could.

After the conversation had died, everyone just sat in complete silence with their own thoughts for a few minutes. Tiredness, worry and deep frustration sketched over the faces of everyone in the room. Not that you didn't already know this but this moment made it so evident how much your friends and boyfriend truly, truly cared about you.

“ughhh! That was alot..I need another blunt” Felix broke the silence with a deep sigh.

You lifted your head off of his shoulder to get up from your spot on the sofa, reaching for your stash box sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “I’ll roll , yall can meet me on the balcony in 5” you left a kiss on the top of Felix's head before walking out to the balcony.

A few minutes had passed before both chris and lix joined you on the balcony, while bin and minho stepped out on a breakfast run for you guys. It was a bit passed 7 a.m the sun was out and the birds were chirping. You sat in silence while the joint rotated between the 3 of you. What you would normally consider to be a beautiful morning, had actually become the one thing you were dreading the most. You tried to at least enjoy the morning breeze against your skin as you ignored the burning feeling in your chest that jeongin would be waking up pretty soon and you would then have to face yet another conversation you did NOT want to have.

Just as you finished up your smoke session and went back inside you heard the door to your bedroom creak open with jeongins voice immediately following “hey, where's Sophie? She didn't stay?”

“Speak of the fucking devil...” you whispered to yourself.

“bro .. what exactly are you trying to say to me right now?!” jeongin raised his voice, you could see frustration visibly building within him.

“jeong listen.. You really need to start seeing sophie for the person she truly is or youre gonna end up broken in the end.” you said as calmly as you could.

“so what im supposed to breakup with her and end my relationship because you say so?!”

“jeongin if you'd just calm down and listen to what i have to say you would understand where im coming from.”

“well wtf are you saying y/n? Stop beating around the bush!”

“basically me and sophie got into a fight last .. and it almost got physical.”

“what?? y/n tell me you did not hit her?? what could have possibly happened while i was asleep for y'all to even get into it like that?!”

“i didnt get the chance to but you can thank chris and felix for that”

“so what youre telling me is that you get drunk and sassy then start picking fights with your friends? I swear you cant leave drunk women unattended for shit” jeongin rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair as he walked away to pick up his phone, most likely to check on his girlfriend.

“wth? jeongin when i have i ever not been able to hold my liquor?! It was the end of the night the party was already over by that time and i had already sobered up, just shut up and listen for a moment.”

He let out a sigh as he flopped down on the sofa with his eyes still glued to his phone “im listening” he replied with annoyance lingering in his tone of voice.

There was a quick moment of hesitation as you shared a nervous look between chris and felix “ you know you're my best friend and i love you right?”

Breaking his gaze from his phone, He finally looked up at you clearly super annoyed with the conversation at this point “ ...yes” he replied with a blank stare.

“ and you know I'd never lie or do anything to hurt you right?”

“right ... except try to beat up my girlfriend” he said in a low sarcastic tone rolling his eyes before looking at his phone again

“it wasnt unprovoked, jeongin! theres more to that story!”

“like i said , im listening!! But im not hearing shit?!”

“sophie kissed me!” chris blurted out, not being able to take your stalling any longer.

And just like, the air and the whole atmosphere of the room had entirely changed like a press of a button. His face went to stone as he stood up from the sofa with his phone tightly gripped in his hand.

“what did you just say?” he raised his eyebrow challenging Chris in a cold tone.

“she had been making advances and throwing herself at me from the moment you passed out in y/n’s room, i told her NO multiple times and she literally forced herself on me in the kitchen.”

“bullshit!” he glared at Chris.

“Lix and i walked in on it .. we literally seen it with our own eyes, jeong..” you defended Chris in the softest voice you could, really not wanting jeongin to get any angrier than he already was.

“BULLSHIT!” he repeated, turning to scream in your direction this time.

“YO! WATCH IT! Felix yelled back at him wasting no time to defend you. He quickly stood up in the middle of you two, reaching behind himself to grab your hand once he realized the loudness of his deep voice had startled you.

“wtf is this some sick and twisted joke?!”

“jeongin, mate ..we have no reason to lie to you. I know this is a lot to take in right now and its gonna be rough but Sophie is no good ... we’re your closest friends and we just want what's best for you.” chris tried to calm him even knowing that was likely not to happen.

Jeongin said nothing, he just let out a sarcastic dry laugh as he walked away from the conversation. The apartment stood quiet waiting for him to return back to the living room. And when he did, he followed the silence, quietly flopping back down on the sofa once more to put on his sneakers.

And that was Chris’s last straw, jeongin’s silence had sent him over the edge. “SO WHAT?? IM A LIAR NOW?.. AS LONG AS WEVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS THIS IS HOW YOU ACT OVER A FUCKING GIRL THAT DOESNT EVEN DESERVE YOU TO BEGIN WITH!?”

Jeongin kept his silence as he continued to take his time putting his shoes on almost as if he was ignoring Chris.

“Well if that's what you think wait for minho and changbin to come back and ask them yourself, they were here for it was well!”

“nah I'm good” jeongin put on a false nonchalant act.

“so you don't believe any of us is what you're saying? Minho, bin, y/n, lix, and i are all just gonna lie on your girlfriend unprovoked??”

“i just dont undertsand when we started ganging up on eachother instaed of talking shit out ??!”

“IS THAT NOT WTF WERE TRYING TO DO RIGHT NOW??” chris barked back.

“ yall BEEN holding hostility against sophie, you think im fucking dumb i peeped the energy shift a WHILE ago!!”

“ thats because sophie is a fucking werido jeong!” you jumped in to defend chris once more “Shes been doing hella weird and shady shit for a long ass time, but for the sake of YOU we tried to keep the peace and keep it under wraps! I even distanced myself from her a while ago because shes been lying on me and acting hella phony. Youre like my little brother ofc i didnt want to bring it up and end up putting you into a predicament where you had to choose between her and your friends that would be fucking ridiculous ..”

“You think i wanna be doing this right now?! Jeongin us having to have this conversation is hurting my fucking heart because you love so blindly!! you dont even realize what this girl is doing to you!” your passionate argument had turned into screaming at this point and you were afraid that the love you held for your best friend and the action of trying to protect him had gotten lost in translation.

“i dont realize what shes doing to me?? wtf is she even doing ?!!?” he barked back at you clearly clueless and stubborn not even putting any effort to try and understand your point of view.

“oh my... fucking goodness ..” felix let out a loud frustrated sigh as he slouched back into the sofa. He and chris both facepalming simultaneously as you just stood there looking at him like he had four heads..

“dude.. She basically cheated on you! She kissed me.. ANOTHER MAN!! That man being one of your best friends and your roommate...that's literally right under your nose!! so she clearly doesn't give a fuck about you, she didnt even have the decency to do it outside of your friend group, jeongin” at this point chris knew good and well that the only reason jeongin continued to argue back was because he was embarrassed and in denial.

He stood quiet for a few seconds just upset and breathing heavy not really having much to say to continue defending sophie (because what is there even to defend DROP THAT HOE!)

“so what, she just left after that happened?!” jeongin spoke again attempting to argue back

“no... I tried to take her fucking head off because why would she ever do some grimey shit like that?! But these two wouldn't let me hit her so i kicked her outta my fucking house.” you spoke with annoyance.

“ that shit dont make no fucking sense why would she try to kiss chris when we’re literally dating and everyone that was in here knows that!!” he raised his voice again

“bingo dipshit!” felix’s frustration had began turning into sassy side remarks

“THAT RIGHT THERE IS OUR POINT EXACTLY!!” you screamed starting to feel like you were talking to a brick wall

“not TRY might i add .. she DID kiss me. She quite literally grabbed my face and kissed me after i told her to stop.” chris added in a sarcastic tone, he was pissed that this conversation was even still going on.

“call her.” felix chimed in but jeongin just glared in his direction not saying anything.

“call her right now with all of us here and ask her why she got into it with y/n last night

He went silent once more ignoring felix entirely before getting up from the sofa to go grab his jacket and keys.

This silence was much thicker than each one previously, and it left loud feelings of frustration and utter disbelief lingering in the air.

“jeong, you deadass?..” you spoke again, standing frozen. All the anger in your body wholly dissipating, being replaced with the hurt that was painfully evident in your voice as it trembled slightly.

Realizing how badly he fucked up, jeongin once again chose to stay silent and avoid your gaze.

“Denial is a fat bitch to swallow isn't it?” felix scoffed.

“ Fuck off, felix!” jeongin bit back as he began walking towards the front door

“right back at ya cunt!” felix barked in a harsh tone as he flipped him the bird

“you're mad at the wrong people idk wtf else to tell you but if you wanna choose to be stupid for this fucking girl than have fun with the outcome!” chris dusted his hands with the situation and walked away as jeongin walked in the opposite direction, storming out of the apartment slamming the door behind him

You stood there staring at the door almost stuck in a trance. There was nothing you wanted more than for him to come back through that door or for this to just be some bad dream but it most definitely was not.

Slowly turning around towards felix who was already slowly making his way towards you feeling the sadness in your aura. He gently grabbed your hand immediately rubbing his thumb over the back of your kunckles in an attempt to comfort you. Your watery eyes met his apologetic ones and he could feel everything you were feeling in the that moment. He was pissed because every single thing that you were scared of happening had just come true.

“ lix.. Please tell me i did not just lose my best friend over this bitch..” your voice was almost a whisper with a barely audible sob leaving your mouth before you could even finish your sentence. The tears began to fall at a rapid pace and there wasnt much lix could even say to comfort you. “ i knew it... i knew this shit was gonna happen!” the tears kept flowing He felt so defeated, and the only thing he could do was the one thing he does best, and that was hold you. He held you on the sofa for hours. You had cried and cried, fell asleep, woke up and cried some. Minho and changbin had come back and immediately realized exactly what had happened. Chris filled them in on all the details of how ridiculous jeongin was being and of course they were just as heated as the rest of you were. The guys had all ended-up crashing in your guest bedroom before felix had woken up and carried you to your bed so that you could rest properly. It was definitely needed after so much emotional destress on top of you being awake for 24+ hours and all the partying and drinking that had happened right before all the drama.

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monstacheol · 10 months ago

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𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮 (𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻)

❀Pairing: C.SC x afab! reader

❀Summary: When your husband goes on a two-week business trip, you are left alone in the comfort of your shared home until your heat hit unexpectedly. With Cheol away, you have to break this heat soon before he comes back. Turns out….he came back sooner than you thought.

❀Word Count: 501 (Teaser) ; 4 or 3k(Full)

❀Warning: Dom! Alpha Seungcheol, Sub! Omega Reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe everyone), mild dirty talk, breeding, mention of a baby, name: (y/n): baby, princess, sweet girl; Cheol: cheol, daddy (I'm missing out a lot. Let me know and I'll add more.)

How did we come to get to this point? How did this even happen? Well…

"Two weeks," you question.

Your husband nods his head as he adds, "Yes, two weeks."

A two-week business trip alone here in your home. You knew that your husband would be taking an upcoming business trip, but you didn't know it would be this long. You anticipated a few days at most, not the entire two weeks. The thought of being alone in the house for that long makes you feel a bit anxious and lonely as you pout.

"I know that look. You're pouting," Seungcheol said with a teasing smile.

In denial, you softly argue, "I'm not pouting; I'm just... not used to you being away for so long," you reply, trying to mask your disappointment. Seungcheol chuckles, knowing how much you will miss him. He then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in close to him. As I breathed in his scent of cherry and sandalwood, "It will be alright. I promise to call you every day and make it up to you when I get back," he reassured you, kissing your forehead.

You knew he was right, but what to do in a house by yourself? You and your husband have always been together. You were first college sweethearts, meeting each other through a mutual friend. Then, the moment you both graduated, he gave the sweetest proposal, and you've been inseparable ever since. But after three years of marriage, this will be the longest he has ever been away. You can't help but feel anxious about being apart for so long, but you have to make the most of it. Maybe you can hang out with your friends more often, or take Kkuma to that park she likes to go to. Perhaps you can finally finish that project you've been putting off. The possibilities are endless. He finished packing his luggage for this journey, and after he was done, you both walked to the door. You could hear tiny steps coming behind you as Kkuma followed closely. You both stopped at the entrance doorway as Kkuma sat there below your feet, looking up with those big eyes. Your husband kneeled down to pet her and show her lots of affection.

"Kkuma. Be a good girl, princess, while Daddy is away. Make sure to look out and take care of Mommy," Seungcheol cooed as he ruffled her hair, trying not to ruin the cute pink bow he placed on her head. He stood up from his kneeling position, and he turned to you, still pouting.

"You promise to call," you assert, looking up at him. Seungcheol smiled down at you, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. "Of course, I promise," he replied before kissing you.

"Don't worry, I will be back before you know it," Seungcheol assured you with a smile, grabbing your face and pecking your lips.

That was nine days ago. And now, here you are, sitting on your shared bed, surrounded by his clothes. In heat.

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zablife · 11 months ago

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Save me Darlin'

Benny Cross x female reader

Benny Cross Masterlist

A/N: Bc this seemed to be a fave line from my headcanons about Benny, it gets its own imagine. "Did you pray for me every night like a good girl? On your hands and knees? Let me see."

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, blow job, corruption

"Fix your damn jacket," Johnny grumbled, turning to give Benny a scowl as the young man flicked his cigarette butt onto your father's perfectly manicured lawn.

"Jesus Christ we're trying to get these people to change their mind about us," Johnny huffed, climbing the steps to greet your father with a firm handshake.

Benny ducked his head to hide the smirk on his lips as he mumbled under his breath, "Well they really ain't gonna trust us now." Johnny was an unknowing accomplice in his plan to get close to you, a diversion to gain access to the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

Normally he wouldn't need to meet anyone's daddy, let alone pretend to care what they thought about him, but you were different. A carefully guarded princess in a tower, he might never have known you existed if Betty hadn’t dragged him to that church picnic last month.

Sometimes he wondered if he might be better off never to have met you though. As it was, most nights he lay awake replaying every minute you'd spent together, jerking off to the memories he’d carefully stored. Your innocent doe eyes staring up at him as you passed him a glass of lemonade, biting your lip just so. Or the way you absently twirled your necklace between delicate fingertips, running the tiny gold cross over your tongue before dropping it into the front of your sundress. And, God, the way your chest rose and fell as he showed you his motorcycle, soft voice promising so earnestly, "I'll pray for ya every night, Benny."

You entered his mind at the most inopportune times, stealing his concentration. He was a man obsessed, in need of one more glimpse of you. Even at this very moment as your father stared at him with disapproval, he knew he'd risk everything to make that a reality. If only he could get out of this living room and find you.

"I asked you a question, son," your father's voice boomed suddenly, pulling Benny from his scheming.

Blinking helplessly, Benny looked to Johnny who came to his aid. "Few odd jobs, nothing regular, but he ain't been here long."

Your father pursed his lips as he replied, "Spose that's why you have so much free time to ride those death machines."

"They're safer than they look," Johnny assured, clearing his throat and wishing Benny would say or do something other than stare down the hallway.

Luckily your mother came into the room with refreshments, breaking the tension as she began to ask questions about Betty and the children. It seemed to lighten the mood momentarily and Benny took it as his opportunity to escape, asking for the bathroom.

As soon as he turned the corner away from prying eyes, he heard a gentle humming and his heart began to thunder in his chest. Walking as carefully as possible on the rickety floorboards, he willed his heavy boots not to make a sound as he approached the crack in your door. Face bathed in the sliver of light emanating from a tiny lamp at your bedside, he watched in hushed awe as you tied pink, satin ribbons in your hair. Lace nightie inching higher with each raise of your elbow, the thin material slowly grazed along your upper thighs, making him sigh appreciatively.

He could have sworn he saw a hint of a smile winking back at him in the mirror as you reached for your lotion and a familiar heat began to rise in his abdomen. In a moment of courage, he slipped inside your room. Closing the door behind himself with a soft thud, he placed a finger to his lips with a look of mischievous delight.

The sight was utterly contagious, making you clasp a hand to your mouth to stifle the giggle ready to erupt from your lips. However, the sound of your father's voice a few rooms over soon impressed the seriousness of the situation upon you.

Rushing at Benny with palms splayed on his chest to move him back across the threshold, you whispered frantically, "We can't...you have to go."

"You want me to go?" came Benny's breathless response, hoping this wouldn't be the way things ended.

As you lost yourself in the ocean's of his eyes, you gulped, shaking your head pathetically.

"Then let me stay," he begged, giving his best puppy dog eyes. You tried to look away, but he hooked your chin with his fingers holding your gaze in a smoldering stare. He watched as your resolve crumbled before him, a small smile playing on his lips as he asked, "Did you pray for me every night like a good girl?"

You nodded as best you could in his firm grasp, only a whimper of agreement as your reply.

His cock stirred at your admission, the idea that you'd thought of him at night enough to rouse his deepest desires. The world fell away as he tugged you into his body, hands roving your hips and lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Yeah? On your hands and knees? Let me see."

Benny could tell by the way your breasts crushed against his chest that you were breathing hard, unaccustomed to someone manhandling you like this. You tapped his elbow for him to relinquish his hold and for a moment his heart stopped, worried he'd pushed you too far. As he surveyed the crucifix on your wall and the sweet confection of a dress you'd laid out for Sunday service in the morning, he reminded himself you weren't the kind of girl who did these things....even knew about them.

Then something miraculous happened. You sunk to your knees in the plush carpet, hands trailing along his muscular thighs reverently before coming to rest inches from his crotch. As you sat back on your heels you looked up at him, eyes glistening and plump lips parted. He might have hallucinated the next part, but the golden glow over the crown of your head looked damn near like a halo in the dim light. You offering yourself to him like an angel in one of his dreams.

Benny wasn't a religious man by any stretch of the imagination, but if he was he'd swear God sent you straight to him. He was certain the warmth of your smile and the softness of your touch was all he'd ever need to feel complete. Now he understood why you had to be kept under lock and key. A person like you was too precious to be defiled and his conscience began to gnaw at him the longer he stared, thumb stroking your bottom lip tenderly.

But the sinner that wanted every part of you was winning the battle inside him and soon his own desire overtook him. He moved his hand to tangle in your hair and took hold of your silky ribbons like a set of reins, guiding you closer in silent demand. Widening his stance to accommodate you, he urged, "Go on, baby."

And you answered the plea, tethered to his side dutifully. You nuzzled against his bulge, feeling the effect you had on him. In a word it was intoxicating and you needed more. Undoing his zip you gasped at the sight of him, knowing instantly you'd take the risk of being caught if it meant touching him, holding him...feeling the weight of him on your tongue.

The growls you pulled from him were devilish even as your delicate fingers and mouth tried to calm the beast inside him. He was a man possessed, but you did your best to keep pace with the ravenous desire of his hips pushing into you, causing saliva to run down your chin and past your knuckles. With every gag, he seemed to clutch your shoulder tighter, sigh a little deeper and it spurred you on until you heard him instruct you in a shaky voice, "Have to... swallow it all now, darlin'... okay?"

Your mind raced as you tried to recall what your friends had told you about this, but you didn't have time as he spilled into your waiting mouth. The bitter tang coated your tongue with his grateful pants echoing over your head. As you swallowed everything he had to give, you felt him stroke your cheek adoringly. "Angel, I think I love you," he exhaled on a low breath, raising you to your feet for a passionate kiss.

There was little time to bask in the afterglow, however. The din in the lounge had grown, indicating some kind of argument and he quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans.

“I don't think you can stay," you mumbled sorrowfully against his lips.

"S'okay, nothin’s gonna keep us apart," he assured you, that wicked grin returning.

"You promise?" you asked, tears gathering at your lashline in fear he'd never return.

"Always keep my promises, angel. Keep prayin' for me now," he winked, glancing down at your dimpled, reddened knees before exiting out your bedroom door.

#the bikeriders #the bikeriders fanfiction #benny cross fanfiction #benny cross x reader #benny cross x you #benny cross x y/n #benny cross #Austin Butler

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apomaro-mellow · 7 months ago

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the govt gets kas!eddie 3

part 2

Steve didn't want to believe it. Eddie being alive sounded too good to be true. And then Wayne dropped the bomb. That Eddie had been changed. That he couldn't go into detail here in the diner, but he promised to bring them to him as soon as possible. Steve could only imagine. Vecna had been completely human before turning into a tentacle monster.

When he got home, Steve thought about what he should bring. Wayne had said that Eddie wasn't all there, but he didn't know what would help jog his memory.

He ended up bringing a shoe box of memorabilia when Wayne picked up him and Dustin to go. There was a question on the tip of his tongue, but he was almost afraid to ask it. But he needed to. Wayne could have just gone to Dustin, or to the other members of Hellfire. But he'd specifically sought out Steve.

Steve ended up keeping his mouth shut the entire way though, which was fine because Dustin kept the conversation flowing throughout the ride, asking questions. Wayne couldn't answer most of them, saying that they'd understand once they saw Eddie. There was a bit of trouble when they got to the fenced off area, the guard had to radio in and make sure it was okay for Wayne to bring other people.

Wayne spoke directly into the guard's walkie-talkie. "Do you want me to help or not? 'Cause it seems to me like I've made more progress with my boy than you have."

They were let in pretty quickly after that. The three of them were led to a room where scientists were viewing through a camera feed. And that was when Dustin and Steve saw him.

"Holy shit", Dustin breathed out.

"He's really alive", Steve nearly dropped the box in his hands. It all felt like too little compared to what was actually in front of him.

"We're told by Mr. Munson that you can help", one of the scientists said.

Steve swallowed, eyes glued to the screen while Dustin went on a rant both angry and heartbroken at having this kept from him. Wayne came up to Steve's side.

"Had to get those pants specially tailored what with his new tail and all. Needed to have him decent before he reunited with his beau."

Steve's head whipped around so hard it might've fallen off. But Wayne had spoken in a low voice, and Dustin was occupying the whole room's attention. So no one had heard. Steve swallowed anyway.

"I know my kid better than anyone", was all Wayne said.

Steve felt the stinging of tears behind his eyes, but pushed them back. "I need to go in", he said, speaking above Dustin. "And I need to do it alone. Cameras off."

There was a round of 'what?!'s from several people but Dustin's was the loudest.

"If you think I'm letting you go in there alone-"

"Dustin, just trust me. Just this once, okay?", Steve asked.

"You think I don't trust you?", Dustin asked in return.

"I'll have this", Steve held out his walkie-talkie. They hardly went anywhere now without one on them. "I just need me and Eddie's reunion to be...private."

Dustin didn't understand but nodded. The lab coats seemed apprehensive, fearing they'd have to clean up after the inevitable massacre. But there was no one bold enough to actually face that creature on their own. And Steve even refused the offer to wear some kind of protective suit.

He was led to where Eddie was held. It was a solid steel door with two guards as sentry. Steve was let through that only to come to another, separate door, this one unguarded. This one with a small opening where they probably tossed his food. Steve spoke through the walkie.

"Are the cameras off?"

"Yeah", Dustin replied from the other end.

"Okay. Open the door."

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Eddie paced around restlessly. He became more lucid since he saw his uncle and his diet was changed from raw steaks to something more familiar. He'd been brought cooked meat and some other things he remembered liking but couldn't quite recall the names of. They had also removed the muzzle but kept a shock collar on him.

Eddie yearned to escape and find his love. He could do it. He couldn't break through the walls but with one roar, he could open a portal wherever he wanted. The collar kept him from making too much noise though. He hated it, wanted to claw it off but he couldn't without ripping his neck.

He paused in his pacing when he heard someone approach. It wasn't the usual sound of heavy boots. They almost sounded familiar. And then he heard a voice. That voice!

Mate!

The door opened and Eddie wasted no time in dragging Steve in, ignoring his yelps. He pressed Steve to the wall and sniffed at his throat.

"Mate, missed you, need you, missed you."

He could hear his mate talking. To him? No, not to him, to someone else. Someone in that small box.

"I'm fine. I'm okay. He's not hurting me."

Of course not. He'd never hurt him. Not his mate. Eddie pulled him by the hips to the mattress that had been brought in for him. Wayne had been quite upset that they made his nephew sleep on the floor. It was soft, soft for his mate and their future offspring. This wasn't the perfect den, but he could make it work.

Once on the mattress, Eddie covered Steve with his body and nuzzled his neck. It had been too long. His mate no longer smelled of him. "'m sorry", he murmured against his skin.

Steve brought his arms around Eddie's shoulders. He was definitely heavier than before and he was glad he'd told them to turn the cameras off. Wayne might know about them, but he wasn't ready for a whole lab to know about his and Eddie's relationship.

"Don't. Don't be sorry Eddie, I love you, I still do."

He heard Eddie make a cooing sound and then start to move his hips. It was a move that was all too familiar and told Steve his boyfriend was still in there. But then he heard Eddie mutter something under his breath.

"Mate. Breed..."

Oh. Ohhh. Steve never thought about how one demogorgon turned into two but...

"Eddie, Eddie I haaaa, I appreciate the thought but I-umph." The jeans Eddie wore were doing nothing to hide his growing erection as he ground his hips against Steve's. "I'm missing some essential parts here."

Eddie paused and looked down at him. His face was still the same despite everything. Same big brown eyes that looked at Steve, wanting to give him all he had to give.

"Breed? Give you offspring?"

Against all reason, Steve's cheeks turned red. "Oh boy..."

Part 3

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bangtanficsforyou · 10 months ago

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Hello, Love! (JJK)-02

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, probable smut (we don’t know yet lololol)

Rating: 18+

Summary: You had a plan when you returned home, seven years later. However, falling in love with your sister’s fiance wasn’t it.

Word count: 5.6K (approx)

Warning: mentions of drug addiction, familial neglect.

I'll add all the links in a few days time!

It’s six in the morning when the doorbell rings.

Hurried footsteps make their way through the hallway and to the main door. The door is opened to reveal a long queue of people and one by one, everyone starts filling in. Anyone could have been fooled into thinking that this was afternoon.

The quiet apartment is now filled with excited greetings and a constant low murmur in the background.

Now it finally looks like there’s a wedding in the house, Jungkook’s mother thinks silently, with a small, satisfied smile.

“Can’t believe our Jungkook is getting married!”

“I know right! I’m so glad that it’s a love marriage!”

“Have you looked at Riya’s photos? She’s so pretty.”

Had it been in Busan, I would have booked the costliest bungalow for them. But no, they wanted a destination wedding. Jungkook’s father thinks as he looks at the newly arrived guests chatting among themselves.

Don’t get it wrong, the rented apartment is more than sufficient. But excuse him for his thinking. It’s his youngest son’s wedding after all. The father in him wanted to put the connections he has made over the years as the police commissioner, to good use.

“I am thinking of wearing red on the day of the wedding and saving the yellow for the reception.”

“I am confused as to what I should do with my hair.”

“We can simply book a stylist for a few days.”

I need to be out of here, comes the big conclusion in Jina, Jungkook’s sister in law’s, mind.

Her lack of patience could be credited to the fact that she is five months pregnant.

Jina is undoubtedly happy about the occasion of Jungkook’s marriage. How can she not be? Jungkook is like her own little brother, after all. But please excuse her for not wanting to be a part of the conversation as to who’s wearing what, when she feels like a boiled potato.

Jungkook will take care of this, Ju Hyun thinks, the moment his eyes meet his wife's. After seven years of marriage, one becomes an expert at deciphering their partner's expressions.

Ju Hyun looks at Jungkook, who's currently been crowded by the kids. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook looks up, and silently sighs to have found an excuse to escape.

“Yes, hyung?”

“Please take Jina out for some fresh air.”

Jungkook looks at his sister in law, and the reason behind his elder brother's request becomes very visible to him.

“Why can't you take her out?” Jungkook whispers.

“I have a case file I need to go through.” Comes Ju Hyun’s short and simple reply.

Before Jungkook can reply, his phone rings to notify him of an incoming call.

Riya.

“Can you come to hotel Delta?” Greets the voice as soon as Jungkook answers the call.

“Hotel Delta? Where is it?” Jungkook asks.

“I'll send you the address and please try to be as quick as possible. I need to go back to shooting.”

“Don’t worry, I'll be there in ten minutes,” Jungkook promises, even before checking where and how far the destination is.

As he ends the call, two expectant gazes, meet him. One that of Ju Hyun’s and the other that of Jina’s.

Oh right.

“Sinu-i, don't worry–,” Jungkook does a quick scan of the room and his eyes halt when they land on Jimin, relaxing with a cup of tea in his hand, “–Jimin will accompany you.”

Jimin looks perplexed, having no clue why his name just got mentioned.

Jungkook spots a fast-pacing Riya and curses in his mind, knowing damn well he’s late. In his defence, it isn’t an easy task to get out of a house full of relatives. Not to mention the traffic.

“So, this is your ten minutes?” Riya asks on spotting Jungkook, with a face that clearly reads that she is not impressed at all.

“I’m sorry, there was a whole lot of traffic on the way.”

Riya sighs and motions Jungkook to follow her. “Suzy called me, apparently no venues are available on the date you suggested.”

A frown appears on Jungkook’s face. “Is that so? But that date is very auspicious for marriage. It comes once every seven million years.”

A scoff. “Seven million years ago only dinosaurs got married.”

It takes Jungkook a moment to realise that it wasn’t Riya who spoke the words.

“Jungkook, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Jungkook, he will drop you off.”

“Hello,” Jungkook greets politely, waiting for you, who's sitting comfortably, to look up from the menu card.

“Hi,” you look up and give Jungkook a brief curt nod and return to the pages of the menu card.

YOU. It’s you!!!! Jungkook’s mind exclaims. The t20 girl.

“You drop her off at the address I mentioned, there you will find Stuart. Stuart will take Y/N to the hotel,” Riya gives off the instructions and quickly bids her goodbye.

Jungkook looks around a little, feeling awkward and a little clueless as to what he should do now. Seeing that you are so invested in the menu card, he decides to take a seat and ask you whether you would like to have something.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“An espresso with a shot of cream,”

The quick and brief answer surprises Jungkook. He blinks and waits for something more–what, he does not quite know (well, maybe you looking at him and acknowledging him would have been nice).

Pushing his surprise aside, he orders two coffees.

He looks around some more, because you refuse to leave the menu card even now. Out of curiosity, he subtly leans in and takes a peak to figure out what could be so interesting in those pages.

Huh? There is nothing out of the ordinary.

Are you perhaps memorising the prices of each item?

Well, shouldn’t you be showing a little more interest in someone you met seven years ago?

Jungkook averts his eyes like a thief being caught in action, when you flip the page. He sighs in relief though when he realizes that you have not caught into his little peaking. However, just moments later he feels stupid because what exactly is he doing?

“Do you remember we met seven years ago?” The question slips out from Jungkook’s mouth with a hint of hope and excitement.

You look up.

First blink.

Second blink.

Third blink.

“No.”

And then you are back to your beloved menu card.

“T20 cricket? Remember we talked about the different formats of cricket?” Jungkook pushes, hoping something would click.

You look up, again.

First blink.

Second blink.

Third blink.

“No.”

Jungkook deflates. Your eyes were blank. You truly do not recognize him.

Minutes pass as the order arrives and both of you have sips from your beverages. Surprisingly and much to Jungkook’s annoyance, your attention has now shifted to the view outside as you peer through the window right next to your seat.

“Shall we leave?” Jungkook queries as soon as both of you are done.

You give a nod and before Jungkook can even get up, you have your luggage on your shoulders and are heading out through the door.

Jungkook remains astonished with his mouth parted slightly as he looks at your retreating figure.

Isn’t he supposed to be the one guiding you out?

He shakes that thought away and quickly gets up with the intention of catching up with you before you get lost.

The car is filled with awkward silence. Thankfully, it does not bother Jungkook anymore. He has gotten used to it but for some reason, Jungkook finds it a little disappointing.

Maybe his excitement was simply rooted in the fact that he was meeting someone he never expected to meet again, that too after seven whole years.

Or maybe a small childish part of him thought, you two would hit it off again, like you did the last time. Maybe he had also entertained the idea of you two becoming good friends. With Riya being a common link between the two of you that thought was not much farfetched.

Wait. How do you and Riya know each other?

Jungkook looks at you but right as he’s about to voice his curiosity, your phone rings.

His eyes focus back on the road, with the knowing that he will have to wait to ask the question.

” Fāshēngle shénme?”

Huh?

“Gàosù tāmen wǒ hěn kuài jiù huì gěi tāmen qián.”

Is that…..Mandarin?

“Qǐng bǎozhòng.” You end the call.

It is Mandarin!

“You know how to speak Mandarin?” Forgotten is the question about the connection between you and Riya. Your fluency with the foreign language now has his attention.

You look at Jungkook and nod. Then you are back staring out of the window.

Huh? Do you only speak with nods? And what is with you and staring out of windows? Jungkook thinks, his annoyance sparking again.

“I think this is the place,” Jungkook announces, after ten more minutes of driving. Having stopped the car, he looks around through his window.

The sound of a car door opening echoes and Jungkook is startled to find that you are already out of the passenger seat. As you open the back door to take out your luggage, he quickly speaks, “Wait, let me call Stuart.”

“No need, I can see him,” you answer confidently.

Jungkook frowns in confusion and watches as you cross the road and pause in front of a short young man. Quickly taking out the number Riya had given him, he dials it.

To his relief, it is the man across the street that picks it up.

“Stuart?

“Speaking.”

“Take ma’am to the hotel carefully and make sure she has everything she might require.”

Jungkook thinks that for a brief moment, Stuart looked confused. But he ignores it thinking, he cannot be sure about a man’s expressions from across the street. With a confirmation from Stuart, he ends the call.

He waits in his car until the both of you are out of sight.

With a sigh of relief, he starts the car engine. As the tires get moving, his thoughts drift to you and how odd of an encounter it was.

He would have said you were not your usual self but then what does he even know about you? The only interaction he has had with you prior to this was seven years ago, a conversation that lasted for about ten minutes. People change. Maybe you did. Or maybe you were always like this and that one particular evening you happened to feel chatty.

Who knows.

As he turns off the engine after having parked his car in the garage, his phone pings.

Riya: Thanks :)

A content smile spreads over Jungkook’s face and forgotten is the weird encounter he just had with you.

TWO DAYS LATER

“Your letter is T.”

The groom’s side discusses among themselves as to who would continue the game further with the letter T.

“Aunty, why don’t you sing two lines?” Seema, the bride’s sister suggests.

Jungkook’s mother visibly shies at the suggestion and mutters a bunch of ‘No’s to deny the request. This only urges the bride’s team to request her even more.

After much hesitation, Jungkook’s mother takes a hold of the mic. However, the moment the microphone is in her hands a look of determination spreads over her features and a switch is flipped on.

…….and then takes place the onset of a classical song.

Both the teams are equally caught off guard by the sudden change of……atmosphere.

Jungkook, who was watching from a distance, finds great amusement at the scene unfolding in front of him. People find out about his mom’s expertise in classical music in the funniest of ways.

Knowing pretty well that the classical music will go on for some time, he decides to take a little stroll around the place. Since, Jungkook’s extended family have finally arrived, tonight is supposed to be a grand celebration of the engagement.

Some ten minutes later, he finds himself in a small circle of men involving a few of Riya’s industry friends.

“Shooting has been incredibly hectic these days,” groans Vikram.

“Last day, we shot till four in the morning,” adds Chris.

“With how busy the schedule is, I am just thankful that I can attend Riya’s marriage,” Jay, a rather close friend of Riya’s , comments.

Jungkook hums and nods along, only adding words when required.

“Isn’t that Trisha?” Vikram queries, squinting his eyes to figure out if his guess is right or wrong.

“Yes, it is,” Jay confirms.

“Oh god, she is drunk. Hope she does not cause a scene.” Chris’s words have the opposite effect as at that very moment, Trisha collides with a waiter and causes the tray of mocktail he was carrying to fall on the ground.

“You can never trust Trisha and Y/N to not cause trouble.”

“Y/N?” The mention of your name takes Jungkook by surprise. Why are you getting mentioned out of nowhere? And how do Riya’s friends know you?

“You have not heard of Y/N? She is Riya’s younger sister.”

Okay, whoa, Jungkook did not see this coming.

“Y/N is Riya’s sister?” Jungkook asks, just in case he had heard things wrong.

“Yeah, they are five sisters, Seema, Kriti, Riya, Neena and Y/N.”

He is well familiar with the other four names. He has met them, talked to them and sees them quite often at family occasions. But, you? You are the fifth sister?

The noises around Jungkook fade as his mind processes this newfound information.

He did not think that his curiosity about your and Riya’s connection would be answered this way and that you would turn out to be Riya’s sister.

Jungkook has been trying his best to sleep.

His attempt, so far, has remained unsuccessful.

His mind has been going in circles about you.

It’s not like he didn’t know that Riya has four sisters. But he knew the one sister who he had never had the opportunity to meet with, as Mita. To add to that, he had never seen a single picture that you were a part of.

The name Mita is still explainable. Maybe that’s a nickname given to you by your family. But what makes Jungkook feel doubtful is your reason for absence. Common knowledge was you were abroad studying and doing research work. You were busy and never got the time to pay a visit.

But Jungkook doubts that someone going abroad would leave their home the way you did; climbing over a wall. And for some reason, he is sure that, that was the day you left because you are only back now. Had you visited before, Jungkook is sure that he would have known.

However, now your presence that day made sense to him. You were the bride’s sister.

Bride’s sister climbs over the wall and takes a cab to the airport on the day of the wedding. In no world does that sound normal.

Jungkook turns around, pulls the blanket up to his chest, stares at the wall and sighs.

This whole thinking and trying to figure out why he did not know you were Riya’s sister, any sooner is only an attempt to cover up and ignore the fact that he is worried.

But can he really be blamed? How can he not be worried?

Dropping off your fiancé’s friend to a place is one thing and dropping off your fiancé’s sister to a place totally unknown to him is one thing.

Are you eating alright? Are the services there good? Is the place clean?

Jungkook sighs again.

Fuck this.

He removes the blanket, puts on a shirt and grabs his car keys.

He needs to know for sure that the place you are staying at is good and safe. Maybe then, he will be able to sleep peacefully.

HAPPY GUEST HOUSE.

The signboard reads. Except, the ‘A’ and ‘O’ are missing and the signboard is crooked.

It isn’t just the signboard though. It is also the overall isolated aura this place has, that makes Jungkook wish he had checked the place you were staying at while dropping off.

Still, he checks the address on his phone one last time, hoping that he has got the wrong place and that you are not actually staying here. The address on his screen, however, remains unchanged, confirming that this indeed is the place.

With a sigh, he walks in through the gate. Ain’t no way he is letting you stay here any longer.

“Miss Y/N,” he gives your name to the guy at the reception, who looks barely awake.

The guy looks at Jungkook and takes out a register.

“Room 112,” the receptionist guy informs, after flipping through some pages.

Jungkook keeps standing there. However, when the receptionist just goes to sit on a chair and yawns, Jungkook loses it. “What do you mean by room 112? An unknown man is asking you for a woman’s room number and you just give it? Don’t even ask how I am related to her, don’t even care that I might just go up to her room right now. What on earth is wrong with you?”

The guy is the least bit bothered. “Do you want to meet her or not?”

Oh, fuck it. Arguing with the guy is useless.

Without another word, he climbs the flight of stairs to find room number 112. Thankfully, it hardly takes him only a minute or so to find your room.

He raises his fist and knocks on the door. However, after the very first knock, he realizes that the door is unlocked.

Gently pushing the door open, he turns on his mobile’s flashlight and calls your name. “Y/N?”

No response.

“Y/N, it is Jungkook.”

No response.

“Y/N, if you are here-“

Then he spots you. You’re sleeping on the floor, all curled up from the cold.

“Y/N?” he kneels down and gently shakes you by your arms, to wake you up. “Y/N? Please wake up.”

“Mm?” You make a small noise at the back of your throat, and slowly, very slowly open your eyes.

“Get up and pack your bags.”

You’re still not fully awake and it takes you a moment to process what he is saying. “Why?”

“You’re coming home with me.”

“Idiot, what kind of a place did you take my guest to?” At some point, Jungkook just could not take it anymore and ended up calling Stuart, to give him an earful. “Forget about good services, there is no security!”

“Sir, I am sure they let you in because you look like someone from a good family,” comes Stuart’s reply, from the other side.

Jungkook scoffs, finding so many flaws in that logic. “Do you have any idea the amount of mosquitoes that are there in this place? What if she had caught dengue?”

“Sir, don’t worry, the dengue mosquitoes don’t bite at night.”

“Oh yes, malaria is so much of a better option,” Jungkook replies sarcastically and cuts the call.

“Mosquitoes don’t bite me,” you offer in a soft voice.

“I am sorry, Y/N. Had I known this was the place, I would have never let you stay here,” Jungkook apologizes for the umpteenth time.

You offer him a small smile and shake your head. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

You both walk to his car and get in. Once inside, Jungkook offers if you’d like to listen to some music, which you politely decline.

“Did you have dinner?” He asks, wondering if he should make a pit stop on his way to a food outlet.

You reply with a small nod of your head, letting him know that there is no need for that.

As the car gets moving, you sigh and relax in the passenger seat. The roads are empty, which is to be expected considering it’s well past midnight. A result of which, is the cool breeze that hits your face, something that you admittedly find really enjoyable.

You see the roads passing by and it suddenly occurs to you that you are out in your hometown after a really long time–seven years to be exact. The roads feel the same except for the fact that they are entirely different.

The place reminds you of the days when you were younger and–

You take a deep inhale, trying to distract your thoughts from going in that direction.

In the last couple of days, you have surely been out of that little dingy place that runs under the name of a hotel but you were never out like this. Maybe that is why thoughts and feelings you have wanted to avoid and bury, are trying to say their ‘hello’s to you.

“Actually,” you begin in a soft mumble, “some music would be nice.”

“Sure,” Jungkook turns on the radio and soon a soft melody fills the air.

Thankfully, the music does serve as a sweet distraction as you refuse to focus on anything but counting the rhythmic drum beats, blocking any other thoughts and feelings in the process.

Unbeknownst to you, at some point your eyes start feeling heavy and you start dozing off. You would never admit it out loud, not even to yourself, but you hadn’t been getting good sleep the past few days. And for some reason, the car seats seem really comfortable to you.

What wakes you up after what could possibly have been ages, is a soft call of your name. You slowly open your eyes and with a blurry vision register that Jungkook is speaking to you.

“We are here,” the words reach your ears and you let out a small hum.

With steps like that of a drunk man–or mayhaps that of a toddler–you blindly follow Jungkook into the building. If someone were to ask you what floor the elevator stopped at, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

When you both enter the apartment, you hardly take your environment into consideration and speak rather loudly; “Can I have–“

A hand abruptly clamps down on your mouth and causes the rest of your words to come out muffled. The next thing you know, you are being dragged into a different room.

The sudden movements are enough to clear your drowsiness and you’re back in your full senses.

“Shhh,” Jungkook for the first time tonight, looks annoyed. “People are sleeping. You will wake them up.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, realising your mistake. “I just need a wet towel.”

Jungkook nods, about to get you what you just asked for but then pauses to look at you. “Wet towel? A dry won’t work? Just soak it in water.”

“That will work too.”

He nods again and opens a cupboard to fetch a towel. “By the way, what will you do with a wet towel?”

“Placing a wet towel on your stomach kills hunger.”

Jungkook is perplexed at your words and the annoyed frown on his face, melts into that of disbelief. “I asked you whether you had dinner or not.”

“This is the only place that is open at this time.” These are the words that Jungkook introduces the small street-side restaurant, with. “One thing I can assure you is, the food doesn’t disappoint.”

You give a small shy nod, feeling guilty for letting it slip that you indeed did not have dinner. In your defense, you really did not think it was necessary to meet the needs of your empty stomach. The other two nights, the wet towel technique worked just fine.

“I’d have survived the night you know,” you offer lightly as a joke but actually meaning it.

“I know you would have,” Jungkook offers and for some reason, the reply shuts you up.

As you both occupy the seats of a two-seater table, you realise that the entire place is empty except for a young couple occupying one of the corner seats.

“Butter chicken and chicken chow mein are the only two food items available at this time,” the waiter informs, looking like he is ready to retire for the day.

“Two half chicken chow mein,” you decide.

“I won’t eat—,” Jungkook is cut off by your feet harshly slamming on his, under the table.

“Two half chow mein,” you confirm. Once the waiter is gone you lean forward and whisper, “Two halves are always more than one full.”

Jungkook’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and he nods in understanding, admittedly impressed by your little tips and tricks.

The time it takes for you to finish the two half plates of chowmein is embarrassingly short. It briefly makes Jungkook wonder whether you had anything to eat yesterday—as a matter of fact, the day before yesterday—but he decides not to dwell on it. He makes peace with the fact that you will go to bed today with a full stomach.

Once you’re done, you release a sigh, almost having forgotten to breathe in the process. Sometimes, you don’t realise how hungry you actually were unless you have filled your stomach to the brim.

“Thank you.” You speak, genuinely grateful for everything that Jungkook has done for you.

“You’re welcome,” he replies. “Next time, just be honest if you’re hungry.”

The words cause you to let out a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Once the bills are paid, and you have had your fair share of collecting the sugar coated fennel seeds in a napkin, the both of you find yourselves back inside the car for a third time tonight.

This time, there is no music and you don’t feel a need for a distraction either.

Your mind is rather occupied with the events of today and what it means for your tomorrow.

You didn’t think things would take a turn like this but admittedly it makes it easier for you to accomplish what you came for. The only thing you perhaps feel guilty for, is causing Jungkook trouble. Heck, you are not even sure whether Riya knows that Jungkook has offered for you to stay in his place.

Actually, you know. There’s no way Riya knows about it. Had she known, you wouldn’t have been sitting here.

The thought makes you briefly look at Jungkook and you suddenly find yourself feeling sorry for all the trouble you’re undoubtedly going to cause between him and Riya. But more than the guilt, you feel grateful for his kindness.

Jungkook seems to have a very genuine, welcoming aura. Despite everything he has done for you, you have not felt as if he is doing a favour on you. He seems like the kind of person who would tell you on your face, if he was annoyed or if you were being too much. That saves you from the guessing game.

Maybe if you were not in so much of a rush to leave, you and Jungkook would have made good friends.

When you leave, you should probably leave a thank you gift for him, as a token of your appreciation.

Your train of thought is broken by the sound of a hiccup.

“I am–,” a hiccup, “–sorry.” Jungkook apologises, feeling a little shy.

“It’s okay.” You make a mental note to offer him a bottle of water at the next signal.

However, after the fifth hiccup, a soft mumble of the word Riya reaches your ears and you soon realise it is repetitive in between each hiccup.

“What are you doing?” You ask, confused.

Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eyes. “It is said you get hiccups when someone is thinking of you and who else could be thinking of me, but Riya? So, I am taking her name in hopes that the hiccups go away.”

“In that case you should definitely take my name,” you suggest. “From the moment that I have sat in the car, I have been thinking of you.”

Jungkook looks at you once again, momentarily caught off guard by your honesty but then decides to take up on your suggestion.

“Y/N.”

Hiccup.

“Y/N.”

Hiccup.

“Y/N.”

Hiccup.

You tsk and shake your head. “You see, a hiccup is essentially an involuntary spasm of the diaphragm which causes sudden closure of the epiglottis which creates the ‘hic’ sound.”

“And the remedy for that is to just let it be, but if it lasts too long, take medicines like maloperidol, nanoclopramide and florpromazine, which isn’t in the car–” your chew on your nails briefly, recalling other solutions, “–there is another way....it is called the swimmer’s remedy.”

You press the tip of your little fingers against your nostrils, blocking the free passage of air. Simultaneously, you widen your eyes, stick out your tongue and exhale loudly.

“But you can’t do that either, because you’re driving,” you murmur, more so to yourself.

Well, minus the hand placement and the tongue, Jungkook’s eyes are fairly as wide as yours were.

“And the third way is–”, you sneak a glance at Jungkook to ensure that his eyes are focused on the road. Out of nowhere, your hands take a hold of the steering and you swiftly turn it in the other direction causing the car to take a sudden turn.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU INSANE?!”

You release your grip and look at him, mildly apologetic. “The third method is shock.”

Jungkook looks confused, the suddenness of your movements still having its effect on him. However, after a few moments of silence, Jungkook puts a hand on his stomach and realizes that the hiccups are indeed gone!

The realisation causes him to chuckle. “Are you a doctor?”

“Nope,” you reply, shaking your head, glad that you could be of help. A few beats later, you speak again. “By the way, do you remember we met seven years ago? T20 cricket?”

The turn of Jungkook’s head towards you is a slow one and he wonders if you really did say that.

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tetsuswaifu · 5 months ago

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Happy Birthday Rinnie

Suna celebrates his birthday reluctantly with his friends and you, but the night ends with heartfelt confessions and an unspoken shift in your relationship.

word count: 2230

a/n: rinnies bday was the perfect motivation to get back into writing, i have a lot of stuff in the works plus a masterlist that'll be coming up soon, hope you enjoy :) i posted this a day late by accident, oh well 🫶🏼

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Suna didn’t want a big celebration. Birthdays, in his opinion, were just another day. But you and his friends thought otherwise, insisting on taking him out for his special day. The venue—a karaoke room—was the last place he expected to be celebrating. You and the boys had promised it would be a 'chill night,' filled with drinks and the usual good vibes, just like any other hangout. Yet here he was, slouched in a booth, arms crossed, and wearing an unimpressed expression as Atsumu butchered yet another song.

At least you had been thoughtful enough to kick things off earlier with a quieter gesture—showing up at his place earlier in the day with a bag of his favorite candy, chupets, and a birthday card with a cute note written inside.

"You didn't have to," he said as he took the bag, glancing down at the card in your handwriting.

"I know," you'd replied with a shrug, your tone casual but warm. "But it's your birthday. I figured someone should spoil you a little," a soft smile on your face as you made eye contact.

"Thank you." he gave you a small nod and tucked the bag into his hoodie pocket—but you caught the faintest hint of a smile as he read the card.

Now, as Atsumu's voice cracked in the worst way possible, Suna popped one of the chupets into his mouth, enjoying the fruity flavor. He didn't even try to hide his smirk as the rest of the table burst into laughter at Atusmu's expense.

"Are you tone-deaf, or are you doing this on purpose?" Suna deadpanned, taking a sip of his drink.

"Oi, I sound fantastic!" Atsumu barked back, gripping the mic like his life depended on it. "Y/N's probably swoonin' right now!"

You snorted in response, unable to hold back your laughter. "If by 'swooning' you mean trying not to cry from secondhand embarrassment, then yeah, sure."

Osamu nearly spat out his drink, doubling over with laughter, while Suna let out a quiet chuckle beside you. "Sounds about right," Suna muttered in agreement, smirking.

"I will give it to you, you at least have some what of a stage presence," you teased Atsumu.

Suna tilted his head slightly toward you, "Stage presence doesn't save him from being terrible, though."

You chuckled, nudging his arm. "You're one to talk, Mr. 'I'll Just Sit in the Corner and Judge Everyone'. When's your turn?"

He didn't reply right away. Instead, he casually pulled out his phone and aimed it at Atsumu, who was currently belting out a high note so off-key that even the karaoke machine seemed to struggle keeping up.

"What are you doing?" you asked, leaning closer to peek at his screen.

"Documenting this," he said flatly, his thumb tapping the screen to record. "For posterity. Or blackmail."

You burst out laughing, trying to keep quiet so Atsumu wouldn't notice. "He's gonna kill you when he finds out." You paused, "Also, send me that, would you?"

"He won't, and you bet," he replied, completely unfazed. "I've got a whole folder of these. He's never caught on."

Your laughter only grew, and you had to stifle it with your hand. Meanwhile, Atsumu threw his whole body into the final note, eyes closed like he was performing for an audience of thousands.

"Perfect," Suna muttered under his breath as he ended the recording, tucking his phone back into his pocket with the faintest smirk of satisfaction.

Suna raised an eyebrow at your previous comment, his tone dripping with mock disbelief. "Also, do you really think I'm gonna get up there and make a fool of myself? On my birthday?" holding his hand up to his chest with slight sass. "Yeah, no thanks."

"Who said you had to be good?" you said with a grin. "Just sing something. It's your birthday, Suna. Live a little." you softly nudged his arm again.

Before he could respond, Atsumu's voice cracked in the worst way possible, all of you erupting in laughter. Even Suna couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped him.

"Okay, okay, that's enough of you," Osamu said, pulling the mic out of his twin's hands. "I'll save the night. Lemme show you how it's done."

"Good luck followin' that act of brilliance," Atsumu slurred, flopping into the seat beside you.

Osamu rolled his eyes as he chose a vocally demanding song. His smooth, steady voice filling the room as the group quieted to listen. You leaned closer to Suna, your shoulder brushing his. "See? Not so bad when someone who can actually sing is up there," you whispered.

Suna hummed in agreement, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "You're next," he said suddenly.

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I—"

"Yup. It's settled," Suna said, cutting you off as he leaned back in his seat. "You made me come here. Least you can do is sing something. Fair trade."

"But I wasn't the one complaining," you protested, your voice hushed as Osamu continued his song.

Suna's lips curved back into a smirk, his tone teasing. "You don't wanna leave me hanging on my birthday, do you?" He challenged you with his eye contact.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," he said, clearly enjoying himself.

When Osamu's song ended, you all clapped, and Atsumu immediately began scrolling through the song list for his next pick. Before he could choose, Suna casually pointed at you.

"Your turn," he announced, his voice calm but loud of enough to catch the twins attention.

They turned to you, and you shot Suna a glare. He looked completely unbothered, a lazy grin on his face as he leaned on the table.

"Do it!" Atsumu cheered, slapping the table. "C'mon Y/N, let's hear that beautiful voice!"

"Don't worry, it's just us, Y/N," Osamu said, far less obnoxious but still encouraging.

With no escape from this scenario, you sighed dramatically and grabbed the mic. "Fine, but if I'm embarrassing myself, I'm blaming you," jutting your chin in Suna's direction.

"You'll be great," he said, his smirk softening into something almost fond.

You scrolled through the long song list, your nerves easing a bit when you found one you liked. As the music started, you took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way Suna's eyes stayed on you.

The guy's cheered you on as you sang, Atsumu waving his arms like you were performing in an arena. Even Suna, who usually masked his emotions, looked quietly impressed, his lips twitching into a smile when you hit the chorus. When you finished, they erupted into applause and yells of praise. You put the mic back in the stand and returned to your seat with a flushed face.

"See?" Suna said as you sat back down, slightly breathless from your performance. "Not bad."

"Not bad?" Atsumu repeated, still waving his arms around. "That was amazing! Ya totally showed me up!"

"Not a hard thing to do," Osamu deadpanned, but his tone was warm as he gave you an approving nod. "Good job. Saved the night after 'Tsumu nearly burst everyone's eardrums."

"Hey!" Atsumu shot back, attempting to glare at his twin but slumping further into his seat, his head lolling against the backrest.

You stifled a laugh, leaning closer to Suna. "I think he's officially tapped out for the night," you murmured.

Suna glanced at Atsumu, then Osamu, his expressiuon unreadable but his eyes sharp. "Yeah, he can barely keep his head up. Let's wrap it up before someone has to carry him out."

"Yeah, you read my mind, pal," Osamu was already standing to gather their things. "C'mon, 'Tsumu. Time to go."

"Guy's, I'm fine!" Atsumu protested, throwing an arm around his brothers shoulders. "Let's do another round!"

"Yeah, no." Osamu replied flatly, struggling to hold his twin upright with a grunt. "Y/N, thanks for tonight. Suna, happy birthday and make sure you get home in one piece, yeah?"

"Always do," Suna said with a shrug, standing and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Thanks for coming, guys," you said, waving at the twins as they stumbled toward the door together. Osamu shot you a grateful look, while Atsumu was too busy humming a tune to notice much of anything.

When the door closed behind them, the karaoke room felt quieter, more intimate. Suna was leaning against the wall now, his eyes fixed on you.

"So," you said, grabbing your belongings. "Guess it's just us now."

"Guess so," he replied, pushing his shoulders off the wall and falling into step beside you as you walked out of the bar. The night air was cooler than you expected, making you wrap your jacket tighter around yourself.

The two of you walked in companionable silence for a while, the muffled sounds of the city filling the gaps between your words. You could feel his presence beside you—calm, steady, but something in his silence felt... different tonight.

"You know," you said breaking the quiet, "I didn't think you'd actually enjoy tonight."

Suna's hands were stuffed into his hoodie pocket, his gaze focused ahead, but there was a flicker of something soft in his expression. "I didn't think I would either."

You gave him a sideways glance, your lips twitching into a smile. "But you did, right?"

He let out a soft chuckle, his hooded eyes meeting your gaze. "Yeah. Especially now that I have those embarrassing videos of Atsumu drunk." He paused, "But yeah, you got me. It wasn't as bad as I thought.

You laughed, "Wow, high praise," you teased, your voice light. "Maybe I should've gotten you a cake too."

Suna stopped walking suddenly, and you turned to look at him in surprise. His gaze was uncharacteristically serious.

"Y/N," he said quietly, taking his hands out of his pocket. “Thanks. For tonight. For dragging me out, for putting up with all of it… for just… being there.” He reached a hand out to grab one of yours, giving it a squeeze.

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, squeezing his hand back. Smiling up at him, “I told you—you deserve to be celebrated, even if you don’t think so.”

He stared at you a moment longer, taking in all your beautiful features. He sighed, shaking his head as he looked down at your entertwined hands, “You’re too good to me,” he muttered.

Before you could respond, Suna pulled you closer with the hand he was holding. You barely had a moment to register the shift before your back met the cool surface of the wall of the nearby building. His eyes, usually so calm and unreadable, were now searching yours, filled with something you couldn't quite place—but it made your heart race.

"Do you have any idea," his voice low, careful, "how much I... how much tonight meant to me?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words didn't come. Before you could find them, Suna leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, testing, waiting. The hesitation melted away as you leaned into him, your fingers gripping the front of his hoodie to pull him closer.

The kiss deepened, slow but fervent, like he was pouring everything he couldn't say into it. His hand slid up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in a way that sent a warm shiver down your spine. He kissed you as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you, the city noise fading into a distant hum.

When he pulled back, it was only for a moment—just enough to catch his breath, his forehead pressing against yours. His hand lingered on your cheek, his touch grounding and soft.

"You make everything better. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time," he whispered, his voice soft but carrying a weight that made your chest tighten in the best way.

You smiled, your fingers still gripping the front of his hoodie. "You're such a sap tonight," you teased lightly, your voice slightly breathless but warm.

"Don't tell anyone," he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk. "Gotta keep my reputation intact."

You laughed softly, the sound easing the intensity of the moment. "Your secret's safe with me."

Suna pulled back just enough to see your eyes, something unspoken passing between you. Then, without a word, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The two of you started walking again, the quiet city streets stretching ahead. The chill in the air seemed to fade, the warmth of his hand grounding you as you walked side by side.

"So," you began, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "Does this mean you owe me now for dragging you out tonight? Maybe next time you're the one planning something fun."

"Don't push your luck," he said, though the squeeze of his hand against yours betrayed his dry tone.

"Noted," you replied with a grin.

The conversation shifted easily, flowing into a casual back-and-forth as if nothing monumental had just happened between you. But as you glanced at your intertwined hands, a warm sense of certainty settled over you.

Whatever this was between you and Suna, it didn't need to be said aloud. It was already understood.

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szariahwroteit · 5 months ago

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Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 2

“How was last night?” Camille asked with a playful smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously as she settled into a chair at the foot of Giselle’s bed. She propped her head on her hand, her dark curls cascading softly over her shoulder, watching her best friend intently. The last afternoon, the winter sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room and illuminating Camille’s curiosity as she awaited Giselle’s response.

“Good,” Giselle replied with a playful smile, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a delightful warmth spread across her cheeks, a blush that she hoped wasn't too apparent. The light in her eyes sparkled with mischief as she tried to maintain her composure, the fluttering excitement within her making her heart race.

Her night had been amazing, far beyond a simple 'good,' yet how could she possibly articulate that she had let a man she'd barely known for a day defile her body in the most pleasurable way before cumming in her not once but twice?

“So good that he’s taking you to dinner?” Camille teased, her voice laced with playful mischief. Her eyes narrowed into sly slits, a knowing smile creeping across her lips as she observed Giselle, who was busily shuffling through her belongings. The soft clinking of jewelry echoed in the air as Giselle tucked her essentials into the sleek purse, the anticipation of the evening ahead sparking a radiant glow on her face.

“Exactly,” Giselle winked at her best friend before turning to face the floor-length mirror, giving herself a once-over.

She was beyond thankful when Kylian revealed that she could wear comfortable clothes to dinner before teasingly suggesting she wear the sweatsuit he’d given her to wear after going back to Elise’s place for a night filled with lust and desire.

Brunch with the rest of Elise’s bridal party had been fun. The food and company were incredible, but after spending most of her afternoon and the night before in heels, all Giselle craved was comfort.

“Will you be back here tonight?” Camille asked with a teasing glint in her eye, leaning forward in her chair as if she were bracing for some juicy gossip. "Or are you planning on making it a sleepover?"

Giselle chuckled softly, caught in the moment. The thought of slipping into Kylian's arms after dinner made her heart flutter yet again. She turned back to her mirror, adjusting a wayward strand of hair, a pleased grin spreading across her lips.

"I'm not sure," Giselle replied coyly, the thrill of the mysterious evening unraveling before her. "It depends on how dinner goes."

“I’ll take that as a no,” Camille grinned. She couldn't hear the conversation between Giselle and Kylian when he dropped her off earlier that morning, and Giselle had remained tight-lipped about her night with the footballer. However, the fact that he wanted to see her again so soon was incredibly telling.

Giselle rolled her eyes at Camille's playful jab. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, feigning innocence as she finished packing her bag. However, she couldn't help the smirk tugging at her lips as memories of the previous night flashed through her mind once more.

Camille let out a knowing laugh, clearly seeing right through her friend's act. "Alright, alright," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "I'll drop it. For now." With a mischievous wink, she stood up from the chair and made her way to the door. "Just don't be too late getting in tonight, okay? I worry about you, you know."

Giselle waved her off with a dismissive hand. "Yes, Mom. I'll text you when I'm on my way back," she promised.

“If!” Camille shouted over her shoulder as she left the bedroom.

Giselle couldn't help but giggle softly to herself as the bedroom door clicked shut behind her, sealing off the world outside. She reached for her favorite tube of lip gloss, its shimmering surface catching the light as she twisted it open. She applied a glossy coat to her plump lips with practiced elegance, enhancing their natural shine and inviting allure. Just as she was admiring her reflection, her phone began to vibrate in her purse, the low buzz breaking the momentary quiet of the room and sparking her curiosity.

Reaching for it, a warmth pooled in her core as she saw Kylian’s name flash across the screen. A giddy smile spread across her face as she quickly unlocked her phone, her heart racing with anticipation.

Kylian: I am outside.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat, a rush of excitement coursing through her. She hastily shoved her phone back into her purse, her mind racing with possibilities about the evening that awaited her.

Grabbing her sunglasses to escape the slowly setting winter sun, she gave herself once over in the mirror, making sure she looked effortlessly chic. The soft fabric of her leggings hugged and accentuated her in all the right places, balancing comfort with an understated allure. She was ready for whatever Kylian had in store for them that night.

With a final glance at her reflection and a quick check of her hair, Giselle stepped out of her room, her heart drumming with excitement. The anticipation of seeing Kylian again sent butterflies swirling in her stomach, each flit igniting her senses.

As she made her way toward the front door, she couldn’t help but replay their night together. The heat of his body against hers, the intoxicating scent that clung to him, the length of his cock, and the biting stretch of his girth that gave way to an indescribable pleasure. The memory made her cheeks flush a soft pink.

Opening the door, Giselle stepped outside, the chill in the air sending a shiver down her spine—but it was promptly warmed by Kylian's charming smile. He leaned casually against his sleek car, its dark exterior gleaming under the waning sunlight. The contrast between the winter chill and his heated gaze made her heart race.

“Hey there,” he greeted, his voice ri k and inviting as if he were pulling her into an embrace with just a word.

“Hi,” Giselle replied, brushing a loose strand of her braided hair behind her ear. She pretended to be calm and composed, but a thrill of nervous excitement danced in her stomach.

“Ready for some fun?” he asked, his tone playful. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched her walk towards him, her outfit a mixture of quiet luxury and comfort.

“Always,” she shot back, her confidence swelling as he reached for her, pulling her petite yet curvaceous frame into his firm body.

Reaching for her sunglasses, Kylian pulled them from her face so he could gaze into her eyes before his fell to her plump, pouty lips.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice taking a more serious edge. He wanted to make sure she was good after their night together.

Giselle blinked in surprise, a soft smile gracing her lips at Kylian's unexpected concern. Her heart skipped a beat at the tenderness in his gaze, a stark contrast to the intensity she'd witnessed the night before.

"I'm feeling good," she reassured him, her voice warm and sincere. "A little sore," she added with a playful wink, "but I feel good. How about you?"

Kylian's lips quirked into a satisfied grin at her question, a flash of pride glinting in his eyes. He loved knowing that he had left his mark on her, that he could still feel the lingering ache of their passionate encounter. It was a primal, possessive thought that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Can't complain," he replied, his tone casually confident. "Though I'd be lying if I said I haven't spent the day thinking about you.”

Kylian's gaze drifted over Giselle's face, lingering on her lips as if he were recalling the taste of her. His hands slid down her back, settling on the curve of her hips as he pulled her flush against him. The heat of his body seeped into her, chasing away the winter chill.

"I hope you don't have any plans for tonight," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Because I intend to keep you all to myself." His voice was low and rough with promise, sending a thrill of excitement straight to her core.

Giselle's pulse quickened at his words, a shiver of delight running down her spine. She tilted her head to meet his gaze, a coy smile playing on her lips as her mind went to Camille, who she knew would tease her endlessly for being right.

“What are your plans for the evening?” Giselle asked softly.

“I’m taking you to dinner and then somewhere fun,” Kylian grinned.

“Where?”

Kylian leaned in, his breath warm and gentle against her skin, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. With a playful glint in his eyes, he whispered, “I’m taking you to dinner and then go-karting.” The thrill of adventure danced in his gaze, a blend of mischief and amusement that was impossible to ignore. “Have you ever tried it?”

“When I was younger,” Kylian's eyes sparkled with excitement at Giselle's response.

"Well, then," he said, his voice taking on a challenging tone. "How about we see if you've improved your skills since then?"

Giselle's competitive spirit flared to life at Kylian's words. She had always loved a good challenge, and the prospect of racing alongside this incredibly sexy man was too tempting to resist. A slow, confident smile spread across her face as she met his gaze with a defiant glint in her eye.

"Oh, I'm sure I have," she retorted, her voice filled with playful bravado. "The real question is, can you keep up?"

Without a word, Kylian stepped away from Giselle, smirking in amusement, and walked around to the passenger door so he could open it for her.

Giselle settled into the passenger seat as she took in the luxurious interior of Kylian's car. The soft leather seats cradled her body as she adjusted her position, the scent of Kylian's cologne lingering in the air around her. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as Kylian slid into the driver's seat beside her, his muscular frame filling the space with an almost tangible aura of power and confidence.

As Kylian navigated through the city streets, Giselle found herself captivated by the play of emotions across his handsome face. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the flash of a smile at a particularly challenging turn—each expression was a glimpse into the man behind the public persona, and Giselle felt a growing sense of privilege to be allowed to see this side of him.

"So, tell me about your day," Kylian said, glancing at Giselle as he drove.

Giselle's mind wandered to her conversation with Camille, a soft smile playing on her lips as she recalled her friend's playful teasing. "Well," she began, turning to face Kylian, "I had brunch with Elise and the other bridesmaids today. It was nice to be with everyone after the engagement party, but I have to admit, my mind kept drifting to last night." A faint blush colored her cheeks as she spoke, the memory of their passionate encounter still vivid in her mind.

"And what about you?" Giselle asked, her curiosity piqued. "What did you get up to after dropping me off?" She was genuinely interested in Kylian's day, but a part of her also wondered if he had spent as much time thinking about her as she had about him.

Kylian's lips curved into a soft smile at Giselle's question, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "After I dropped you off, I went to train," Kylian replied, his tone casual yet filled with a sense of dedication.

"I had a few drills to run before I headed home," he continued, his confidence unwavering. "But I would have preferred to be with you.”

Giselle felt her heart flutter at his admission, warmth radiating through her. “You really know how to make a girl feel special,” she teased lightly, her playful smile growing wider.

Kylian chuckled, his eyes sparkling with charm. “I’m just speaking the truth. You’re not easy to get lost in.” He briefly glanced her way before his full attention returned to the road, but the look he shot her made her cheeks flush crimson.

“Maybe I’ll have to make it a habit to leave you breathless,” she shot back, the daring words leaving her lips before she could fully consider their implications. Their eyes met, and the tension simmered once more, filling the car with a palpable chemistry.

“Now, that is a wager I’d gladly accept,” Kylian replied, his voice rich with a playful challenge. The playful banter continued, effortlessly flowing alongside the city's vibrant scenery as they neared their destination—a charming restaurant known for its intimate ambiance and exquisite cuisine.

As they arrived, Kylian parked the car with skilled precision. He effortlessly opened Giselle’s door, extending his hand to help her step out. As her fingers brushed against his, a jolt of electricity shot through her.

“Welcome to my favorite restaurant in Paris,” he declared, gesturing grandly toward the quaint entrance, adorned with twinkling lights and climbing ivy. The restaurant exuded a warmth that invited them in, setting the perfect mood for an unforgettable evening.

Inside, the ambiance was nothing short of enchanting. Soft music played in the background, mingling with the gentle laughter of other diners. Kylian led her to a cozy table in the back away from

any prying eyes.

“Are you readyto eat?” he asked, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he perused the menu.

“Absolutely," Giselle replied, her heart dancing at the idea of sharing this moment with him. "What do you recommend?”

“Steak, pasta, poulet…” Kylian rammbled on as he went through the menu, translating the French dishes that Giselle couldn't make sense of.

Giselle listened intently, each suggestion dripping with allure, much like the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen. Every dish he described felt like an invitation to savor not just the meal but the entire experience she was sharing with him.

“We can order a few things to share, if you’d like,” Kylian added, his voice low and inviting as he leaned closer across the table, his warm breath brushing against her skin. The slight closeness sent a wave of exhilaration rushing through her.

“I love that idea,” Giselle replied, her heart racing at the thought of sharing food—intimate, messy, and undeniably personal.

As they placed their orders, Kylian's attention never wavered from Giselle. He asked her about her life, her dreams, and her passions, genuinely engrossed in her words. Giselle found herself gradually peeling back the layers she usually kept hidden. With each question, she felt more at ease, the initial tension of their chemistry transforming into a budding connection.

Kylian found no problem I'm opening up to Giselle, he spoke about his life, future endeavors he wamued to get into, an upcoming trip to Switzerland he had coming in the next few days, and as he spoke she listened intently, something he appreciated.

“You’re an incredible conversationalist,” Kylian remarked, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “You make it easy to forget we're in a restaurant.”

Giselle laughed, her cheeks warming at his compliment. “Well, I could say the same about you. When you talk about football, it’s like you can see the whole game unfold in your mind.”

“Only because I’ve spent so much time on the field,” Kylian grinned, a hint of pride flashing across his face. “But I’d rather focus on you tonight.”

Their dishes arrived, beautifully plated like small works of art, and they began to share bites, playfully feeding each other while lingering laughter danced between them. Every taste heightened the intimacy, each mouthful weaving them closer together.

“You can’t say you’ve truly lived until you’ve tried this,” Kylian said with a teasing grin, lifting a forkful of rich, creamy pasta to her lips.

Giselle’s mouth opened, her heart fluttering at the sheer audacity of the moment. She savored the bite, her eyes fluttering shut as the flavors exploded on her tongue, and when she opened them, she found Kylian watching her like she was the only thing that mattered.

“That’s amazing!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm spilling over as Kylian took his own bite.

“See? I knew you’d love it,” he chuckled, proud of his choice. “But I suspect you’d enjoy anything I brought you tonight.”

“Oh really? Is that a challenge?” Giselle shot back, her tone dripping with playful defiance.

“Perhaps,” Kylian replied, leaning back in his chair with an air of confidence, his statement holding a multitude of implications that sent shivers down her spine.

After they finished their meal, the waitress served a stunning dessert—a delicate chocolate tart topped with fresh berries. As Kylian lifted a forkful of chocolate towards Giselle, he locked his gaze onto hers, the playful intimacy simmering between them.

“Let’s see if you like sweet things,” he teased, bringing the fork close to her mouth.

With a soft giggle, Giselle took the bite. “Delicious!” Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she enjoyed the treat, her senses heightened.

Kylian smiled in response, a deep, smoldering look passing between them that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“Are you ready to race?” he asked as they savored the last bits of dessert, his voice possessing an excited lilt now.

Giselle felt her pulse quicken again at his question, an exhilarating thrill coursing through her veins. The prospect of racing with Kylian, challenging him on the go-kart track, awakened a fiery competitive spirit within her.

“Oh, I was born ready,” she replied, her voice laced with playful determination. The mere thought of the challenge put a wicked smile on her lips as she leaned forward, her excitement palpable.

Kylian watched her intently, his gaze tracing the outline of her face, lingering on her sparkling eyes. “I hope you’re not all talk,” he replied, a teasing edge in his tone. “Because once we’re on that track, it’s game on.”

Giselle leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing in feigned contemplation. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she challenged, tilting her head with playful defiance. “I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed in front of your fans.”

Kylian chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Embarrassed? Hardly. But I can guarantee you’ll be eating my dust.”

As the waitress brought the check, Giselle’s heart raced with anticipation. After settling the bill, Kylian guided her out of the restaurant, his hand resting on the small of her back, sending a wave of warmth cascading through her. The outdoor air was crisp as they stepped onto the bustling streets of Paris, the lights twinkling like stars above them.

“Ready to see who has the real driving skills?” Kylian asked, his tone both playful and competitive, as they walked toward the sleek car waiting at the curb.

“Absolutely,” Giselle shot back, her excitement bubbling over. She was all in for this adventure, ready to embrace whatever the night had in store for them.

As they settled into the car, Kylian glanced over at her, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “Don’t be nervous just because you're facing a professional athlete,” he quipped, his smile infectious.

“Pfft, please. I can handle myself,” Giselle retorted, crossing her arms playfully. “Just remember to keep an eye on your rearview mirror!”

With a smirk, Kylian hit the gas, and they shot off into the night, the city lights blurring past them as they made their way to the go-kart arena. The drive was filled with laughter and banter, the playful tension between them only intensifying as he effortlessly navigated the streets. The way he controlled the car, confident and composed, only made her heart pound harder.

When they arrived, Kylian parked and they stepped out, their breath visible in the chilly air. Giselle looked up at the neon-lit sign of the go-karting venue, a flutter of excitement igniting inside her. Despite being the only people their aside from the staff working, the energy of the place buzzed with adrenaline, and she felt the thrill of the forthcoming competition.

“We should place a bet of some kind,” Giselle susggested as they walked towards the race track.

“A bet?” Kylian pondered. “If I win the race, you come to Switzerland with me,” Kylian smirked as he took a step closer to Giselle, holding her gaze.

“What if I win?” she asked, her voice teasingly low, a playful glint in her eyes. Kylian tilted his head slightly, intrigued by her confidence.

“If you win,” he replied, drawing out the words, “I’ll grant you one wish. Anything you desire.”

Giselle felt a thrill run through her at the challenge. She had never backed down from a bet, and the stakes couldn’t be more enticing. Their chemistry crackled like electricity in the air, and she could almost feel the chase unfolding between them.

“How many times around the course?” she asked, stepping closer until the warmth of their bodies almost brushed.

“Four,” Kylian decided, picking up a helmet so he could hand it to Giselle so she could get into her go-kart.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief and barely concealed desire as he watched Giselle take the helmet from his hand. He loved her boldness, the way she matched his energy and threw herself into the thrill of the challenge.

“Four it is, Giselle purred before turning away from him to walk over to her kart. Kylian’s eyes shamelessly dropped to her ass, taking in the subtle jiggle with each step she took.

He couldn't keep his mind from wandering to the night before, the way she had given herself to him.

Kylian smirked as he watched Giselle slide into her go-kart with a grace that was almost sensual. He could still feel the heat of her body pressed against his own from their passionate encounter the previous night.

He shook his head, trying to focus on the race at hand. Just remember, Giselle, I play to win. And I always get what I want in the end.

Kylian hopped into his own kart, the engine roaring to life. He revved it a few times, the vibrations traveling through his body. His muscles flexed as he gripped the steering wheel, a look of intense concentration on his face.

The official called out, “Drivers, start your engines!” his accent thick as he waved a small checkered flag.

At the green light, Kylian took off like a shot, his kart surging forward and taking the lead. However, His lead was short-lived, as Giselle wasted no time matching his speed. Her kart shot out behind him, the two of them neck and neck as they rounded the first curve. The track twisted and turned, but Kylian was determined to keep his lead.

“You’ll have to do better than that!” he shouted over the roar of the engines, glancing back at her with a playful grin. Giselle, undeterred, flashed him a challenging smile that only fueled his competitive spirit.

As they tore down the straightaway, Kylian's focus sharpened. He navigated the sharp turns with precision, but he could sense Giselle’s kart gaining ground. The adrenaline raced through him, mingling with thoughts of what awaited them in Switzerland.

The two of them were a blur, their karts gliding with an ease that belied the speed they were achieving. Kylian’s heart pounded in rhythm with the engine's growl, the thrill of the chase igniting something primal within.

With each lap completed, Giselle seemed to find her rhythm, her kart mirroring his every move. They were tied now, each pushing the other further, faster. Kylian could feel her determination, a fire that matched his own.

It wasn't just the race; it was the intoxicating dance between them, the challenge amplifying the electric tension that simmered beneath the surface. One misstep could change everything, and he was keenly aware of that.

As they approached the last lap, Kylian's competitive nature surged. He pushed his kart harder, tires screeching as he took a corner sharply. Ahead of him, he could see the finish line drawing closer.

But in a bold move that surprised even him, he deliberately slowed down just enough, allowing Giselle to pull ahead, her kart gliding past him.

“Not so fast, Kylian,” she called out, laughter blending with the engine sounds. Her triumph was intoxicating, a sweet challenge that he couldn’t resist.

With a determined grin, Kylian slammed his foot down, accelerating with newfound intensity. The world around him blurred into a haze of colors as he closed the gap.

With a final burst of speed, he leaned into the curve, pushing his kart to its limit. He crossed the finish line first, a few seconds ahead of Giselle, who skidded to a halt just behind him. He could feel the adrenaline pulsing through his veins as he unbuckled his helmet, a triumphant smile plastered across his face.

“Pack your bag,” he called, turning to face Giselle with a gleam in his eyes, knowing that he would never let her live this down.

Giselle’s laughter echoed off the walls of the go-kart track, a sound that sent a thrill through him. “You got lucky,” she teased, her voice playful yet sultry as she climbed out of her kart.

“A win is a win,” he shrugged cockily, offering Giselle a sly smirk.

“What’s in Switzerland?” she asked curiously.

“I have a photoshoot for Audemars Piguet,” he explained, taking a few steps closer to her, the playful banter between them still crackling in the air. “But I promise to make it memorable for both of us.”

Her eyes widened in excitement, and Kylian felt satisfied at her reaction. He loved the thought of sharing his world with her, even if for a brief moment. “And after the shoot?” she pressed, a hint of mischief dancing on her lips.

Kylian's gaze turned serious, locking onto hers as he took another step nearer. “Well, that's when the real fun begins,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for her to feel the closeness of their bodies again. The air between them thickened, charged with anticipation.

Taking Giselle’s hand, Kylian led her off the course and back upstairs in the building; as fun as go-karting had been, he needed to get her alone.

He felt the heat radiating from her skin as he led her into a quieter room, away from the cacophony of the karting track. The space was dimly lit, the walls adorned with racing memorabilia and trophies with a sizeable wall-sized window that overlooked the track.

Wrapping an arm around Giselle’s waist, Kylian’s hand splayed on her hip as he stood behind her, bowing his head to kiss along her neck and jaw.

“I want your pussy,” he murmured into her ear as they stood in a room that overlooked the race track they’d just got done racing on.

Giselle shuddered as Kylian's lips brushed her sensitive skin, his words igniting a spark of desire deep within her core. She arched her back, pressing her ass firmly against the growing bulge in his sweats.

“I want you, too,” Giselle whispered breathlessly, tilting her head slightly to give him better access to her neck. The thrill of the race still pulsed through her veins, but Kylian's proximity intensified everything—her heart raced, and heat pooled low in her stomach.

“Last night was perfect,” he replied, his voice low and silky, sending delicious shivers down her spine. His other hand slipped down her thigh, fingers curling around her leg, teasingly inching upwards to cup her womanhood as he took advantage of the fact that they had the place to themselves.

Giselle reveled in the sensation, her body responding eagerly to him. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way he absorbed every reaction she had.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked barely above a whisper as she kept her eyes trained on the race track below.

Kylian's lips curled into a grin against Giselle's skin as he felt her shudder beneath his touch. He loved how responsive she was to him, how her body seemed to come alive under his hands.

“I'm going to do so many things to this sexy little body of yours," he purred, his accent thickening with arousal.

His hand slid higher up her thigh, tracing over her through the leggings she wore. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, and it made his cock throb with need.

"But first..." Kylian suddenly spun Giselle around so their eyes met. “I need to take you home.”

Kylian's eyes roamed hungrily over Giselle's body as he held her close, taking in every delicious curve. He could see the way her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her top beneath her track jacket, a clear sign of her arousal. His own body was wound tight with tension, every muscle coiled and ready.

"Let's go," he growled, his voice low and urgent. He took Giselle's hand so he could lead her out of the building and to his car in the parking lot.

Instead of opening the passenger door for Giselle, Kylian pressed her body up against it, leaning down so he could press his lips against hers in an attempt to curb his craving for her.

Kylian's lips crashed against Giselle's in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her flush against his muscular body. He could feel every curve of her softness melding against the hard planes of his own physique. The heat between them was intense and all-consuming.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting softly. His eyes were dark with barely restrained lust as he gazed down at her.

"Get in the car, Giselle," he commanded huskily, his accent thick and heavy. "Now."

Giselle shuddered at the dominant tone in Kylian's voice, her body responding eagerly to his unspoken demand. She quickly slid into the passenger seat of his sleek sports car, a gasp tumbling from her lips as she felt his palm collide with her ass.

Kylian slid into the driver's seat, his eyes roaming hungrily over Giselle's body as she settled in. He reached over and ran a hand along her thigh, squeezing the supple flesh possessively.

"You‘re so sexy," he growled appreciatively, his gaze lingering on the way her jacket rode up to expose a strip of caramel skin at her midriff.

Kylian turned the key in the ignition and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding off into the night. His hand remained on Giselle's thigh throughout the drive, caressing and kneading the cotton-covered flesh.

Despite the silence between them, the car crackled with sexual tension as Kylian drove toward his Parisian mansion, eager to get his hands on her properly.

“Do I have to let go of you in the morning this time?” Kylian asked teasingly.

“No,” Giselle blushed, her thighs clenching around his hand as it slipped higher.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a predatory gleam at Giselle's response. He loved the way she was so eager to be with him, to be claimed by him. It was a thrill that never got old.

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers now teasing at the zipper of her jacket. With a swift motion, he tugged at it, pulling it open to reveal the crisp white tank top she wore beneath.

Pulling at the low neckline so he could pull it down and reveal her breasts, his gaze raked over her body hungrily, taking in every perfect detail.

Giselle felt exposed as she sat in Kylian’s passenger seat; everything about the situation was wild, but the exposure she currently felt manifested itself as arousal.

As the car sped through the Parisian night, Kylian couldn't take his eyes off Giselle. The way the moonlight caressed her skin, highlighting every dip and curve, was absolutely mesmerizing. He reached over, trailing his fingers along her arm, savoring the smoothness of her skin.

"You know, Giselle," he murmured, his voice low and intimate in the confines of the car. I've been thinking about you all day—about this morning and how I want to make this night even better."

His hand slid down to her thigh, squeezing gently as he steered with the other. Kylian's eyes flickered between the road and Giselle, drinking in every little reaction and expression that crossed her face.

"I want to worship every inch of your body," he continued, his accent thicker with arousal.

Kylian's hand slid higher up Giselle's thigh. His fingers traced teasing patterns on her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her most intimate area currently concealed by her leggings.

"And I want to hear you scream my name until you're hoarse," Kylian growled, his voice dripping with lust and promise. "I want to make you come so hard, you forget your own name."

He pulled the car into the garage of his luxurious mansion, putting it in park. As soon as the engine cut off, Kylian was out of his seat and moving to the passenger side. He opened the door and practically dragged Giselle out, pulling her flush against his muscular body.

"Bedroom. Now," he ordered firmly, his hands roaming possessively over her curves as he walked her inside, not even waiting for a response before capturing her lips in a feverish kiss.

Kylian led Giselle into the bedroom, his hands never leaving her body as he walked her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the kingsized bed. He pushed her down onto the plush mattress, crawling over her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"I want to taste you," he growled, his accent thick with desire. His hands slid under her tank top, pushing it up and over her head.

Kylian leaned down, trailing openmouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh, marking her as his own before his lips closed around her nipple.

Kylian's tongue swirled around the hardened nub, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he suckled hungrily. His hands roamed the smooth expanse of Giselle's stomach, fingers splaying over her ribs before dipping teasingly lower.

"Kylian..." Giselle gasped, arching her back off the bed. Her fingers in his short hair, nails raking over his scalp as jolts of pleasure raced through her body. The heat between her legs intensified with each pass of his clever tongue.

"Not yet," Kylian murmured against her skin, his breath hot and heavy against her flesh. "I'm going to take my time with you tonight."

He released her nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp peak. His lips blazed a trail of fire down her body as he kissed and nipped his way to her navel.

Kylian hooked his fingers in the waistband of Giselle's leggings and panties, slowly dragging them down her long, shapely legs. He took his time, savoring each inch of skin revealed to his hungry gaze. Once he had divested her of the garments, he tossed them carelessly aside.

His eyes raked over her nude form, drinking in every dip and curve with blatant male appreciation. "Beautiful," he breathed, his accent thick with awe and desire. "You are absolutely perfect, Giselle."

Kylian settled between her parted thighs, his broad shoulders nudging them further apart as he gazed up at her with smoldering eyes. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, his stubble rasping lightly against the sensitive skin.

"I'm going to devour this sweet little pussy," he promised darkly, his voice rough with lust.

Kylian's fingers spread Giselle open, revealing her glistening pink flesh. He groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his sweats.

"So wet for me already," he purred approvingly, circling her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Kylian leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit, from her entrance to her clit. He lapped at her essence like a starving man at a feast.

“Fucking delicious," he groaned against her flesh, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through her core. He focused his attention on her clit, suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers eased steadily in and out of her pussy.

Kylian's lips curled into a grin as he felt Giselle's thighs trembling around his head. He could feel her fingers digging into his scalp, urging him closer, silently begging for more.

He was more than happy to oblige.

Kylian's tongue swirled around Giselle's clit, flicking the tip rapidly over the sensitive bud. He could taste her arousal, feel it coating his lips and tongue as he pleasured her.

As he continued his sensual assault on her most intimate area, Kylian slid two fingers inside Giselle's dripping sex. He pumped them in and out at a steady rhythm, curling them to hit that special spot deep inside that made her see stars.

"Oh, Kylian!" Giselle cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over her in waves.

Kylian's fingers pumped faster, curling to hit that perfect spot inside Giselle with each thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles fluttering as her orgasm approached.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged huskily, his accent thicker than ever. "Cum for me. Let me feel this pretty little pussy around my fingers."

He sucked her clit harder, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault. Kylian could feel her thighs starting to quake, her body tensing as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

"Kylian!" Giselle screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy spasmed almost violently around his fingers, gushing her release.

Kylian moaned against her flesh, lapping up every drop of her essence as she came undone.

Kylian lapped at Giselle's sensitive flesh, prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible. He could feel her thighs quivering around his head, hear the sweet sounds of ecstasy spilling from her lips. It was a symphony that he never wanted to end.

As the aftershocks began to subside, Kylian slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean. His eyes never left Giselle's face, watching as she floated down from her high.

"You taste incredible," he purred, his voice a low, sensual rumble.

Kylian crawled up Giselle's body, settling his hips between her thighs. He could feel the heat of her core against his straining erection, separated only by the thin barrier of his sweats.

Leaning down, he captured Giselle's lips in a lustful kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Mmm, yes please," Giselle breathed, her voice husky with desire. She arched her back, pressing her hips more firmly against his straining erection. The heat of his cock seared her, even through the fabric of his sweats. Her hands slid down to grip his muscular ass, kneading the firm globes.

Kylian groaned at the feeling of Giselle's hands on his ass, her nails digging into the flexing muscle. He rocked his hips harder against hers, the friction delicious even with the barrier of clothing between them.

"I'm going to fuck you," he promised darkly, his accent thick with lust. "I want to feel this little pussy."

His hand slid between their bodies, pushing his sweats down just enough to free his aching erection. The thick head of his cock nudged against Giselle's slick folds, parting them easily.

Giselle’s feet hurriedly pushed his sweats down his legs, curving into points as he pushed his length into her, filling her to the hilt.

“Take this off,” she whined, tugging at his sweater in desperation.

Kylian smirked as Giselle tugged impatiently at his sweater. He could see the desperate need in her eyes, could feel it in the way her body pressed urgently against his.

Leaning back just enough to grip the hem of his shirt, Kylian pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. The garment joined the scattered clothes on the floor before he settled back over Giselle, the skin to skin contact sending sparks through both of them.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his accent thicker with arousal. "I've got you."

Kylian's hips continued their steady rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of Giselle's tight heat. Her inner walls constricted around his length, drawing him deeper with each thrust.

Leaning down, Kylian captured one of Giselle's nipples in his mouth, laving the sensitive bud with his tongue.

As pleasurable as their sex was, he needed more from her. He needed to claim her body as his completely.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Kylian lifted Giselle from the bed, kicking his sweats from around his ankles as he moved to the center of his bedroom.

Kylian gazed into Giselle's eyes, his athletic body holding her legs up and apart as he fucked her slowly and deeply. The bulbous head of his thick cock pressed firmly against her cervix with each measured thrust.

His muscular arms flexed as he kept her in place, unable to move, forced to take his entire length over and over as he stood firm in the middle of his bedroom.

"C’est cela, take it all," Kylian growled through clenched teeth, picking up the pace. The sound of skin colliding with skin echoed obnoxiously through the room.

Giselle clung to him, her nails digging into his back as her body melted against his, her head falling forward onto his chest as she licked, sucked, and bit on the skin at the base of his throat.

Kylian groaned deeply as he felt Giselle's nails raking down his back, the sting of her teeth sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He grabbed her thighs tighter, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to pound into her with wild determination.

“Oui, c'est bon! Take my cock. Feel how deep I am inside you.” His voice was a guttural rasp, filled with lust and dominance as he walked over to his bed—length still buried inside Giselle as he laid her down.

He hooked her knees over his elbows, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her, sweat glistening on his chiseled abs. The new angle allowed him to fuck even deeper, their want for one another insatiable.

Kylian captured her mouth in a feverish kiss, all tongue as he devoured her.

Giselle's eyes rolled back, her lips parting in a silent cry of ecstasy as Kylian's long, thick cock hit her deepest parts with precision. She could feel every inch stretching her open, claiming her so thoroughly.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that," she whined, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. The raw pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her entire being.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” Kylian asked in awe, her pussy squelching with the force of his thrusts.

The obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room. The bed frame creaking under their weight.

Kylian's strong hands gripped Giselle's hips possessively as he continued his relentless pace. His cock was hitting her cervix with every deep stroke, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that left her stupefied with desire.

"Yes, Kylian! Please don't stop!" she gasped, her nails clawing at his back, urging him on. She had never felt so full, so claimed by a man before.

He reveled in the desperate look on her face, the way her body shuddered beneath him. His thrusts turned almost animalistic as he chased his own release.

"Giselle...fuck...your pussy...feels...so...good!" Each word was punctuated by a hard, deep thrust.

Giselle's toes curled as her orgasm washed over her and her eyes rolled back in pleasure, the force of her climax pushing Kylian out as she squirted.

Kylian's eyes went wide with surprise and delight as Giselle's release splashed against him. The warmth of her essence coated him, and he savored the moment, relishing the way her body quaked beneath him in ecstasy. Her pleasure was intoxicating, lifting him higher, turning their connection into something almost primal.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he gathered himself. He leaned down to capture her lips again, tasting the remnants of her climax on her tongue, drowning in the delicious intimacy of the moment.

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When I Fall [Part 2]

SUMMARY | When Taeho finds out that your pregnant and that you've been having an affair with Jongho, he gives you an ultimatum. Will you and Jongho escape from his clutches? PAIRINGS | Jongho x Reader RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked GENRE | smut, angst, drama CONTENT/WARNINGS | age-gap, step-cest, cheating, mentions of control and emotional abuse, slight physical abuse (arm-grabbing, hair grabbing, slapping), profanity/strong language, kissing, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, vaginal penetration, pregnancy, scandals LENGTH | 11, 303 words TAGLIST | @desirehorizon @sweetinsaniiity @yoonguurt @lovetaroandtaemin @heechwe @pars-ley NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety @dove-net @keopihaus AUTHOR’S NOTE | Please read Part 1 if you haven't already. Finally part 2 is finished! I'm sorry for leaving the fic hanging the way it is haha. I'll be writing part 3 (the finale) soon since it's so fresh in my mind and I promise Taeho will get what's coming to him lol. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for sticking with this one. Much love 💚

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Taeho’s sharp voice cut through the quiet of the morning, pulling you from the haze of fatigue that had settled over you.

"You look... unwell," he said, his tone more accusatory than concerned. His eyes narrowed as he studied you from across the breakfast table. The nausea that had become a constant companion churned in your stomach, but you forced yourself to sit straighter, to avoid giving him any further reason to scrutinize you.

“I’m fine,” you replied, your voice steady despite the lie.

You took a sip of water, hoping it would settle the unease bubbling up inside you. But Taeho wasn’t convinced. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze piercing, as if he could see right through your carefully constructed facade.

“Fine? You’ve been pale for days. You barely eat. And now you’re telling me you’re fine?” His words were clipped, his irritation evident. He pulled out his phone and began tapping on the screen. “I’m calling Dr. Kim. He’ll be here this afternoon.”

Your heart skipped a beat, panic rising in your chest. Dr. Kim was the family doctor who had treated Taeho for years, who knew every detail of his medical history and yours. The thought of him examining you, discovering your secret, made your head spin. You wanted to protest, to tell Taeho it wasn’t necessary, but the stern look on his face silenced any argument. You nodded meekly, your throat too tight to speak.

The hours dragged by, each minute louder with the ticking of the clock in the living room. You tried to distract yourself, tidying up the house, folding laundry, anything to keep your mind off the impending visit. But the knowledge of what was coming loomed over you like a dark cloud. Your hands trembled as you rearranged the same vase of flowers for the third time, the petals wilting under your nervous touch.

Jongho appeared in the doorway, his presence both a comfort and a source of added tension.

“He called the doctor?” he asked, his voice low. You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours in a fleeting gesture of reassurance. “Don’t worry. We’ll handle this.”

Handle this.

The words should have been comforting, but they only amplified the dread coiled in your stomach. How could you possibly handle this? How could you explain a pregnancy to Taeho, especially when you haven’t slept with each other for years? The truth would destroy everything: your marriage, Jongho’s relationship with his father, the life you’d built together.

When Dr. Kim arrived that afternoon, Taeho greeted him with a firm handshake and ushered him into the study where you waited nervously. The doctor’s kind smile did little to ease your anxiety.

“Here she is,” Taeho said, gesturing toward you. “Tell me what’s wrong with her.”

Dr. Kim set down his medical bag and began his examination, asking routine questions about your symptoms. You answered as vaguely as possible, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure it would give you away. When he finished taking your vitals, he hesitated, glancing between you and Taeho.

“Perhaps we should discuss this privately?” he suggested gently.

Taeho frowned, clearly displeased at being excluded, but he nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Once you were alone, Dr. Kim turned to you, his expression sympathetic.

“How long have you known?” he asked softly.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Know what?” you stammered, though you already knew he saw through your act.

“That you’re pregnant,” he said, his voice steady but kind. “It’s written all over your test results.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. There was no point in denying it now. “I found out last week,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

Dr. Kim sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. “This complicates things,” he said. “Given Taeho’s… condition, he’ll have questions. Questions I can’t answer without revealing the truth.”

Panic surged through you. “Please,” you begged, your voice trembling. “Don’t tell him. Not yet. I need time to figure out how to—”

“I won’t,” he interrupted gently. “But you need to understand, this isn’t something that can stay hidden forever. Eventually, he’ll find out. And when he does…” He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I know,” you whispered. “I just need a little more time.”

Dr. Kim gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before packing up his things. “Take care of yourself,” he said as he headed for the door. “And good luck.”

When he left, you sank into the nearest chair, your legs too weak to support you. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder as they approached. The door opened, and Taeho stepped inside, his expression dark with suspicion.

“Well?” he demanded. “What did he say?”

You looked up at him, your mind scrambling for an explanation. “He thinks it might be stress,” you lied, your voice shaking. “He recommended rest and… and some medication.”

Taeho’s eyes narrowed, studying you intently. For a moment, you thought he might argue, might push for more details. But then he nodded curtly.

“See that you follow his advice,” he said before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Alone once more, you buried your face in your hands, the weight of your secret pressing down on you so heavily it felt like you might collapse. A soft creak of the floorboards made you look up, and there stood Jongho in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

“What happened?” he asked quietly, stepping closer.

You shook your head, tears spilling over. “He knows,” you whispered. “Dr. Kim knows. He didn’t tell Taeho, but… it’s only a matter of time.”

Jongho knelt in front of you, his hands gripping yours tightly. “We’ll figure this out,” he said firmly. “Together. Just like I promised.”

His words should have been enough to calm you, but the fear coursing through your veins was too strong. “What if he finds out before we’re ready?” you asked, your voice breaking. “What if—”

Jongho silenced you with a kiss, his lips soft but insistent against yours. “I won’t let him take you away from me,” he murmured when he pulled back. “Not you. Not our baby.”

The next afternoon, Taeho called Dr. Kim into the study without warning. You sat in the living room, your stomach churning with dread as you listened to the low murmurs of their voices through the closed door. Jongho was upstairs, unaware of what was happening. You gripped the edge of the sofa, your knuckles turning white.

When the door finally opened, Dr. Kim stepped out first, his face pale and strained. He avoided your gaze as he quickly gathered his things and left. Taeho followed moments later, his expression dark and unreadable. He stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Get in here,” he commanded, his voice cold and sharp.

Your heart pounded as you rose from the sofa, your legs trembling beneath you. You walked into the study, feeling as though you were walking to your execution. Taeho closed the door behind you with a soft click that echoed like a gunshot in the silence.

He didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze bore into you, searching for something—anything—that would confirm his suspicions. When he spoke, his voice was calm, too calm, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “Dr. Kim told me everything. Had to threaten him to tell me otherwise he’d lose his practice.”

Your breath hitched. Everything. The word hung in the air between you, heavy and suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could you say? How could you possibly explain this?

Taeho’s lips curled into a grim smile. “Pregnant,” he said, letting the word linger as if tasting it on his tongue. “Eight weeks.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “Taeho…” you began, but he held up a hand, silencing you.

He pushed off the desk and began to pace the room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet, controlled, and it was far more terrifying than if he had yelled. "Fifteen years that we could not conceive. How?" he asked, his words dripping with accusation. "What did you do? How could you bear me an offspring? Tell me. I'd really like to know."

"I... I don't know," you whispered, shaking your head helplessly. "It just happened..."

"Just happened?" he seethed. "I haven't touched you in years and it just happened? You expect me to believe that we magically have a child?" He took a step forward, closing the gap between you, towering over you with his height. "How dare you whore yourself around with another man, under my roof?"

"Like you haven't brought woman after woman to sleep with you in that bedroom for years?" you fired back, not caring about his reaction. If you were going down, then so was Taeho. "Oh, don't pretend to look so innocent. I hear the sounds of the bedsprings, I even smell the scent of cheap perfume from outside your bedroom doors!"

"But you're my wife! Mine!" He grabbed your chin with his bony hand, and despite his age, his grip was strong. "How could you shame me like this? That my own wife cheated on me and got herself knocked up by her lover? Who is he? Is it anyone I know? I swear if he's someone that I have to deal with I—"

"If I was still yours, then you'd show me that you still loved me and not parade a different girl in our home every fucking night! If you really did, then maybe, just maybe, we could have made that baby," you shouted. "But it's clear you never truly wanted me or our marriage! You only think of yourself and what you want! Your wants and needs! Not me!"

"Shut up," he snapped. "Shut up! You—"

"I bet you want to know what I did to get pregnant when you could not do it," you shot back, cutting him off. You grabbed his hand off your chin and placed his palm on your belly, on top of the small swell that could no longer be ignored, pressing it firmly. You hissed in his ear, your hot breath fanning across his skin. "I went down and took my lover's big, fat cock deep inside me all over and over and over again, until I felt him cumming so hard and so fast一"

"Stop," Taeho growled, a look of utter disgust painted on his face as he pulled his hand away from your belly. "Shut up! Who is the father? Is it someone I know?”

Before you could answer, the door burst open, and Jongho strode into the room, his face flushed with anger. “It’s me,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in his eyes. “I’m the father.”

Taeho’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment, the room was utterly silent. Then Taeho let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “My son,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And my wife.”

Taeho’s laughter faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. He straightened, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. “Do you have any idea what this will do to our family? To our reputation? This… this filth—”

“Don’t call it that,” Jongho interrupted, his voice rising. “This isn’t filth. It’s a child. Our child.”

Taeho’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. For a long moment, he said nothing, just studied the two of you as if weighing his options. Then, slowly, he pushed himself away from the desk and walked around it, coming to stand directly in front of you.

“You’ve betrayed me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He paused, his gaze turning to you. Something flickered in his expression, a shadow passing across his face that left you cold to the bone. “I can’t believe the both of you have been doing this behind my back.”

Jongho stepped protectively between you and his father, shielding you from view. "If you lay even one hand on her, I'll一"

"Do what? What will you do, Jongho?" Taeho cut his son off, raising his eyebrow. "You can't touch me. I'm still the man of the house and she's my property to do as I please."

"Taeho!" you shouted. “I’m not your property!”

"You stay out of this!" he barked at you before looking back at his son. "You dare to be intimate with my wife? Under my roof?" he asked the youngest. "Tell me, son. Did she beg you to fuck her? Put a child in her so that you both can humiliate me?"

"No," Jongho said in a steady voice. "She deserves to be loved. Something you should have been providing her years ago. So, yes. I gave her love and attention. The love and the affection you've denied her over the years."

“She doesn’t need love! She just needs to一“

"Taeho, stop it!" you shouted once more, moving around Jongho to be eye-to-eye with your husband. "You don't get to judge what we've been doing when you haven't been a husband to me ever!"

"Did you like it when my son, your stepson, fucked you, hmm?" He grabbed your arm, yanking you hard towards his chest so you can look up at his icy glare. His grip tightened, fingers digging painfully into your flesh. "Did you enjoy fucking my son with that cunt of yours, you whore?!"

You've had enough. Grabbing a hand off of your bicep, you raised it and slapped Taeho, a red angry welt of his face blooming quickly. He stared at you wide-eyed, completely flabbergasted that you, who was always submissive and never dared to raise your voice at him, just hit him.

"How dare you?" Taeho growled before gripping your hair painfully hard and you winced, struggling against his hold. Jongho was about to pull him off, but you signaled for him not to. "You've humiliated me. Shamed me in front of the whole world. All because of him," he said, pointing at Jongho. He paused, his gaze flickering between you and Jongho. “You both betrayed me and I should throw you out of this house right now. But… But I’m not going to do that. Not yet.”

You frowned, confusion mixing with the fear coiling in your gut. “What do you mean?” you asked cautiously.

Taeho’s lips curved into a cruel smile before releasing your hair, watching as Jongho wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll adopt the child as my own,” he said, his tone almost casual, as if he were discussing a business deal. “No one outside this house needs to know the truth. As far as the world is concerned, it’s mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Why would you do that?”

“Because,” Taeho said, stepping closer until you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, “it’s what’s best for the family. Our name. We can’t risk having our reputation destroyed because my wife cheated and slept with my son behind my back. I won't allow that. So, we make it appear that everything is as normal as possible. What people see is what they get. Our marriage and life."

He reached out, brushing the loose strand of your hair behind your ear. A tender gesture from him felt so foreign to you that it made your blood run cold. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you remembered his previous threats. "You don't want your parents to suffer the shameful consequences, do you? The social damage that would result if news of your affair were to leak. Your father would have to resign from being the mayor, his name, and political status tarnished for your mistake."

Your eyes widened as his words sank in. "You wouldn't Taeho," you said, disbelief in your tone.

"I've done worse things," he replied nonchalantly.

Your throat tightened and a shiver of horror passed through you. "Taeho, I一" you tried to plead, but he stopped you.

"From now on," Taeho spoke over you, his voice brokering no argument, "you'll act as normal in public. As if everything is perfect. As for the two of you…” He glanced at Jongho, his smile widening. “Do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore. Just keep it quiet. Keep it hidden. If anyone finds out, I’ll ruin you both.”

The weight of his words settled over you like a suffocating blanket. You looked at Jongho, searching for some sign of reassurance, but his expression was unreadable. He reached for your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours, but the gesture did little to ease the turmoil inside you.

Taeho took a step back, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned and walked toward the door. “This conversation is over,” he said, his tone final. “You’re dismissed.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you and Jongho alone in the stifling silence. You turned to him, your heart aching with a mix of relief and fear.

“What do we do now?” you whispered.

Jongho pulled you into his arms, his embrace tight and protective.

“We survive,” he murmured against your hair. “For us. For our baby.”

His words offered a sliver of hope, but the reality of Taeho’s threat loomed over you like a dark cloud. You clung to Jongho, your mind racing with possibilities. Could you really live like this? In secret? Always hiding, always afraid?

As if sensing your doubts, Jongho cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. “We’ll get through this,” he said firmly. “Together. I promise.”

You nodded, though the uncertainty still gnawed at you. “Together,” you repeated, leaning into his touch.

In the months that followed, you fell into a strange sort of routine. The three of you kept to yourselves, moving silently through the house, like shadows playing a sinister game of tag. Taeho was too absorbed in his work to pay attention to you or Jongho, though you could feel his rage simmering just beneath the surface.

Despite his disinterest, the pregnancy advanced, and soon you found yourself standing at the edge of the bathroom, gazing into the mirror. You cradled the slight swell of your abdomen with your hand, wondering how everything had changed so much. A flicker of movement beneath the surface of your skin made you gasp.

Behind you, Jongho stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you. He took a hesitant step forward, then another, until he was close enough to brush his fingertips across your stomach. You pressed your palm against his, marveling at how small your hand was in comparison.

"How far along?" he whispered, his breath ghosting over your neck.

"Five, almost six months," you breathed back, goosebumps prickling down your spine as he kissed the side of your neck and your shoulder. He slipped his arms around your waist, his palms settling across your belly.

"You're carrying my baby," he murmured, the words filled with awe. You placed your hands on top of his, leaning back against him as you drank in the feeling. You turned your head and tilted your chin up towards him. He smiled warmly as he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. "You're my everything. Now more than ever."

You twisted your body around and kissed him soundly, fingers threading into his dark strands as he pressed his forehead to yours.

"I love you," you breathed softly.

"I love you so, so much," he hummed against you. "Can we… Are you allowed to…"

You placed his hand on your ass cheek and he gave it a little grope before you led his digits to between your thighs. You rubbed it up and down your damp underwear-covered pussy before you looked at him through hooded eyes. "Dr. Kim has cleared it for me. Only if you're willing, and I'm completely down for anything."

He groaned softly against your neck, nuzzling against you. "Fuck," he whispered as he peppered butterfly kisses along the column of your throat, his hand sliding under the hem of your panties. "I am more than willing to give it a shot," he husked against you. "You look so damn beautiful with my baby inside you. I want to show you exactly how much you mean to me."

A breathless sigh escaped your parted lips as he slowly stroked along the moist heat. Your head fell back, a soft moan echoing in his ear. "Jongh, I…" you panted. "Take me to bed."

"As you wish," he teased you, his low voice rumbling through your body as he picked you up and carried you across the room to your bed. The lights were dimmed and he left them on as he laid you down on the bed before crawling in between your legs.

You licked your dry lips as you watched him plant himself on his knees between your spread legs. He grasped the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled the fabric up over his chest and shoulders, revealing each flexing and relaxing muscle he had on his abdomen. You shivered at the sight and slid your tongue against your lower lip. He dropped the shirt aside on the ground and then unbuckled his belt, watching your reaction the entire time.

"You're teasing me," you whimpered softly.

"Is it working, my love?" he rasped.

He leaned over you, supporting himself on his strong arms as he towered over you, your swollen stomach cradled by his well-honed, sculpted abs and muscular physique. He kissed along your neck, stopping at the hollow of your throat where he bit down ever-so-gently. You gasped and writhed underneath him, your desire growing.

"It's working so damn well," you panted, "Fuck..." You struggled to think straight as his kisses travelled lower, along the curve of your breasts and down to your bare stomach. You ran your hand through his raven strands and arched your back when you felt the flat of his wet tongue lick a broad swath down to your aching core.

His hot breath fanned over the delicate skin of your nether lips as he exhaled, causing a delicious shiver of anticipation to run down your spine. With his index finger, Jongho ever-so-lightly traced along the seam of your lower lips before dipping deeper. "So wet, already," he whispered with awe, the vibrations tickling your womanhood.

"Please," you whispered, bucking your hips upwards slightly. "Stop teasing..."

"Gonna eat you out first," he informed you and without warning, his hot and wet appendage flattened out on your inner labia, licking a long broad strip. You nearly cried out and fell apart from his touch alone, a resounding, reverberating whine echoed in his room and in the empty corridors beyond.

Your breathing grew ragged, sweat beginning to trickle down between your shoulder blades and along the valley of your chest as you writhed on the sheets. It had been far too long since he had his mouth on you and your body remembered all too well how talented of a lover he was.

"Don't come yet," he warned in that low and sultry tone of his as his fingers circled your clit. You whimpered softly, squeezing the sheets with your hands in an attempt to distract yourself from the rising pressure within. Your muscles were growing tense, ready for release as you focused on his touch.

Just as you were about to beg, Jongho sunk his teeth in the flesh of your thigh and the sudden burst of pain drove you right on the precipice, dangling helplessly in that state of pleasure-filled agony. "Not yet," he reminded you once more, kissing away the mark he had made. "You look like a piece of art," he told you, his hand curling up on your stomach. "All round and soft, ripe and beautiful with my baby growing inside."

The sensation of his large hand pressing into your sensitive stomach made you feel like you were floating. His words added to the feeling as he whispered his desires for your pleasure and future. "I can't wait to meet our baby," he whispered as his mouth descended to take your clit between his teeth. "But for now... "

He began to suckle gently and then licked the abused bundle of nerves, sending you higher and higher as you ascended from pleasure to sheer and utter joy. "Jongho!"

"That's it, baby," he purred darkly. "Scream my name for me. Let the whole world know who you belong to," he instructed you as he coaxed your body through an intense orgasm, his fingers rubbing your folds incessantly. "Let my father know who gives you pleasure he never could."

Your thighs trembled, breath hitching and raspy in your throat as Jongho's touch burned on your skin. "Please," you moaned, closing your eyes. "Please, just f-fuck me already!"

"I'm making love to you," Jongho corrected as he planted light kisses on your soft skin before biting at it gently. "Making love to the mother of my child. Making love to the one whom I wish to spend my eternity with."

"I love you so much," you said breathlessly, looking into those bright pools of chocolate that you loved oh-so-much. You bit your bottom lip as Jongho let go of his hardened length, his member springing forth from the confines of his black boxer briefs. He moved to lay next to you, positioning you on your side to relieve some of the pressure off your stomach as his hands trailed across your bare skin.

He kissed your forehead before kissing a hot trail down to your ear and whispered, "I'll be careful." He took your leg, lifting it a bit and hitched it over his hip. Slowly and gently, you felt the tip of his hot member nudged at your entrance, pushing its way slowly into the clenching cavern of your waiting cunt. You leaned into him and he planted feather-soft kisses down your neck. "Does it hurt?"

"No," you replied softly, relishing in the feel of him, your body reacting as he moved his hips, rolling into you with an achingly slow but pleasurable tempo.

"Tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable or if I need to stop, okay? I don't want to hurt our baby," he murmured, reaching one arm out and resting it across the swell of your middle.

"You're not going to, I promise," you reassured him, sliding your hand over his. The movement of his hips came in fluid rolls, not too hard, but certainly not too soft. Your lashes fluttered as you closed your eyes, taking in the sensations washing over you. "This feels so good," you moaned softly, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. "Don't stop."

Jongho nuzzled against your cheek, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. You moaned and lifted your chin, granting him better access, and his fingers wrapped around your sensitive breast, rolling the stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Jongho," you said shakily, feeling the pleasure cresting.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to..."

His pace increased ever so slightly. "Yeah," he whispered in a soft tone. "Me too..."

Your toes curled and your hand gripped the pillow harder, his name leaving your lips in a steady litany of, 'please, please, yes, yes, please.'

"Love you," he growled softly. "Always...always," he vowed, his own hips rolling erratically before pulling out and coating your swollen belly in his essence, the cum glistening under the lamplight.

"Love you too," you moaned. "Fuck..."

For a long moment, you both laid still, recovering. Then he brushed the hair out of your face and planted a soft kiss on your temple. "Are you alright?" he asked, trailing his fingertips up and down the arm that rested along your belly.

"Mm," was your non-verbal response. Your brain and body felt as though they had liquified. There was simply nothing left to form coherent thoughts.

"Is the baby okay?" Jongho added, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded and brought his hand up, placing it over the center of your stomach. Just as before, his expression changed from concern, to awe and wonderment as the flutter of movement rippled beneath his palm.

"Jongho," his name crossed your lips softly. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, and a gentle smile touched his features. You cupped his cheek with the palm of your hand. "Thank you," you breathed.

"What for, my love?"

"For everything," you said, feeling content for the first time in a long while.

"Anything for you."

Your eyes drifted closed as you relaxed against him. "You spoil me..."

"Not enough," he hummed softly against your cheek.

"Yes, enough," you yawned before you tilted your head slightly and kissed his mouth. "Enough to make this place feel a little bit more like home."

"Always," Jongho vowed. "You and our child are my entire reason for living. My everything."

Later that same evening, you sit in the kitchen, a cup of tea cradled between your hands as Taeho scrolls through his laptop. The dim glow of the screen makes his already severe features appear even more rigid than usual, and it causes a pit to form in your stomach. Despite Jongho's comforting presence beside you, the tense energy permeates throughout the room, enveloping the two of you as well.

"I'm announcing the pregnancy at the charity gala next week," Taeho states, not looking up at you. "The sooner everyone knows, the less rumors can spread. The easier time it will be to pass it off as mine."

"You don't think people will question it? Taeho, you're fifty-nine and I'm thirty-nine..." you counter weakly, but his icy blue glare immediately quells your protest. "Our social circles know that we've haven't had any children in the fifteen years we've been married."

"We'll say that we went through science. After multiple attempts at fertility treatments and IVF we're finally being rewarded," Taeho snaps, cutting you off sharply. "These things take time. Maybe you had trouble getting pregnant, or I had low sperm count, and with the help of the newest fertility advancements we were successful."

"Do you really think they'll buy that?" you ask.

"We're one of the richest families in Seoul. Of course they'll buy it," Taeho's head snaps up from his laptop, his icy glare pinning you into place. "Whatever it takes for us to appear like a model family. Especially now with your father's re-election coming up."

With a heavy sigh, Taeho pulls back his laptop screen and closes it, clicking the tip of his pen against the lid twice, before he slides the device to the side. He fixes Jongho with an intense glare. "You will not be attending the gala."

Jongho opens his mouth to protest, but Taeho silences him with a sharp finger pointed in his direction.

"I've been allowing you both a great deal of slack, more than either of you deserve, I might add. This baby will solidify my legacy. I won't have my greatest achievement stolen from me," he hisses, his voice low and deadly. “Imagine the scandal if the world found out that my thirty-nine year old wife is having an affair with my twenty-four year old son. And having a baby no less.”

A long tense pause stretches across the kitchen as all the adults ponder these words carefully.

"It'll be difficult for us to present the charade without him," you eventually say. "Jongho is your firstborn. You really think people won't find it suspicious that he doesn't attend a gala that we're hosting? Especially one that is for his stepmother's pregnancy reveal? People will talk, saying that there is trouble within the family."

Taeho growls low in his chest before lacing his fingers together and bringing them to his mouth in deep thought. "It's a risk, a big one, I agree," he nods, considering your words. "Fine but you are not to be near him. There will be no intimacy between the two of you. Don't even think about acting on whatever disgusting lust you're harboring," he threatens with a raised eyebrow. "Do those behind closed doors and keep it behind closed doors."

A hot flash of anger burns its way through you, but it dissipates just as quickly as it arrived as Jongho rests his hand over yours, his thumb tracing patterns over your knuckles. "He's right, Y/N."

Your gaze jerks to the younger man's and he shakes his head slightly, his expression a warning. Anger bleeds into frustration, and you stare down at your tea as the silent conversation carries on around you. "Fine," you relent with a sigh.

"If there's an inkling of suspicion, if people start asking questions and trying to figure out the paternity, this arrangement will shatter and I will make sure that neither of you ever see your child. You best behave," Taeho promises before shuffling out of the kitchen without another glance, his presence hovering like a specter, casting a grim mood over the whole house.

"I can't have him raising our baby, Jongho," you whisper, afraid your words will cause the house to collapse around you. "Who knows what lies he'll tell to his grandchild, the horrid stories he'll twist to paint you as the monster and turn him or her against you..."

You feel your composure breaking, hot, angry tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. Jongho spins his chair so that he is facing you and he stands to hold your shaking form close to his chest.

"Calm down, Y/N. Listen to me," he says. "When the time is right, we will leave. It may be tomorrow, or it may be ten years from now, but I vow to you that I will not stop until you're free of this prison and we can start our life together. Father won't hurt you or our baby," he vows. "I swear it."

As much as you wanted to believe him, to believe that Jongho could save you, the reality of the situation settled on your shoulders like lead. No amount of money would be able to win against Taeho's reputation and influence in Seoul. There was no escape, no possibility of ever truly being happy.

"Congratulations!" the voices all say, or something of the kind. Everyone at the gala is buzzing with curiosity about your pregnancy, but there's no end to it. Questions, speculation, curiosity. It goes on and on for the next few hours. Taeho always appears cool and composed when he is in the public eye. Never letting his true self, the cruel man underneath, show.

He's almost pleasant, smiling and answering any questions about the baby, the struggles it took to finally concieve after all these years. All the while his hand rests gently against your lower back or the base of your neck, showing the entire room, all his colleagues, investors, and friends, who you belong to. His power is unmistakable. You play the role perfectly, an award winning actress, standing by his side, listening to him describe how happy the two of you are. It made you feel nauseous, knowing his true feelings toward you, but you've had enough practice putting on a smile to do it once again.

You didn't have to try and smile or laugh, however, when Taeho wasn't around. That came naturally for you, whenever you were in the company of your friends at the event. It felt wonderful to be surrounded by them, basking in their endless praise, congratulations, and well-wishes for your upcoming motherhood.

Still, in spite of the joy they brought you, you couldn't deny the dull ache in your heart whenever your gaze traveled to a certain someone. From the corner of your eye you watched him. The way he laughed, the sound reaching your ears and lifting your heart. How his dark eyes danced and sparked with light. And, oh, that smile. That was a sight worthy of its own work of art. It drew you in, captivating you and rendering you completely, hopelessly enamored with him. You wanted to see that smile every day, feel its warmth wash over you. You wanted to run up and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hug him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. Feel the hard muscle beneath his well-tailored tuxedo flex as he pulls you closer.

"Earth to Y/," a soft voice breaks into the fantasy and you snap back to reality.

Soojin stands next to you, wearing a slightly exasperated expression. You realize that you've spaced out. Again. She had come over, followed by a handful of other friends.

"Sorry," you apologize, flustered. "I was a little distracted."

Soojin laughs and pats your arm reassuringly. She glances toward where you were staring a moment before and arches an eyebrow at you. "I would stare too if my stepson looked like that," she teased, jutting her chin in his general direction.

"I'm allowed to be happy about my stepson, can't I?" you chided gently, following her gaze once more. She gives your hand a sympathetic squeeze, her touch feather-light as it falls to your shoulder, rubbing a reassuring pattern through your gown's silk.

Of all your friends, Soojin was the only one you told that you were carrying Jongho's child. If there was anyone who would have an understanding of how trapped you were, she knew the feeling. She too, was trapped in a marriage because of her father's social and political ties. The age difference between her and her husband was nowhere near the twenty years of yours and Taeho’s, but you're still two women, who fell in love with the wrong men. She married for duty, not love, a position you both know too well, but are not prepared for. She, at least, got lucky when she and her husband ended up falling madly in love with each other.

She understood your predicament more than your other girlfriends could understand. Though they still love and support you and promise to always help whenever you need them. But Soojin was the only one who truly understood. So you couldn't lie to her. You couldn't hide Jongho from her. She deserved to know the truth.

It took a few weeks, but you had built enough courage to call her up to tell her what you were hiding from her.

Soojin had listened to your story and comforted you, all without judgment. She took your confession and Jongho's, and held you while you cried. And once the tears had dried up, she'd sworn, right then and there, to never let anything bad happen to you. Because even though you were trapped by circumstances you didn't choose for yourself, she saw the one glimmer of hope you'd found in a twenty four year old man that you happened to fall in love with, but also the man that happened to be the son of your husband.

So she kept your secrets, even from her own husband, and had helped you keep yours and Jongho's secret buried from prying eyes. For now, that was all she could do to protect you both.

"I'm happy for you," Soojin says as she pats your hand, the other ladies in agreement. "Fifteen years and finally a child."

Your hand rubs a small circle against the silk-wrapped swell of your belly as you nod. "I should thank whatever gods allowed the magic to finally happen," you say, biting your lip in thought.

The ladies all coo and fuss over your belly, already asking when your baby shower will be, but you haven't yet thought about those kinds of details. It didn't even occur to you with all the other issues. When and where will the nursery be, that's the most you can think of right now. You're only six months along, and still the pain of Taeho's ultimatum and his demand of complete normalcy after, weighs heavy on your mind.

Even when Soojin drags you away from the group, promising to bring you back to them soon, you're only halfway listening as you two wander, deep in thought.

"Thank you, by the way," you say as Soojin leads you outside, the cool air hitting your face. It feels amazing, the crispness making your nerves relax. She smiles as she leans against the railing, gazing out to the nighttime cityscape.

"For?" Soojin questions, tilting her head to you.

You settle beside her and copy her gesture. "Keeping this a secret for me," you answer and she merely smiled warmly before turning to the view.

"We've known each other since the sandbox," she remarks. "We've been best friends through thick and thin." she sighs. "You're my sister by another mister. I have your back through thick and thin and always. And besides, you've kept a few secrets of mine, so it's only fair, yeah? Tit for tat."

She nudges your shoulder softly, catching your eye.

You bite your lip before speaking. "It doesn't feel real," you confess and she turns to give you her full attention. "My baby." Soojin hums, urging you to continue as your eyes drift up to the darkened sky. "Taeho said he wanted to adopt the child. When it's born. Raise it as his own," you shake your head, "It's absurd, isn't it? It sounds absurd."

"Taeho can suck my balls for all I care," she deadpans, her face impassive as she sips her champagne. You nearly spit out your sip, as you begin to snicker, laughter bubbling up in your throat. She smiles and drapes an arm over your shoulder. "I'm sorry for him and his sad, old shriveled-up nutsack."

Your laugh is hearty and unashamed. "Y'know," you sniff, wiping the tears forming at your waterline, "that was the first real laugh I've had in weeks."

Soojin smiles softly, giving your shoulder a brief squeeze.

"What's so funny out here?" Taeho asks, his sharp voice cutting across the otherwise peaceful scene.

Soojin flashes a dazzling smile at the old man before replying cheerfully. "Just getting some fresh air." She gives his arm a gentle pat as she stands and glides past him into the banquet hall, leaving the two of you alone.

Taeho rounds on you, a disapproving scowl etched into his weathered features.

"The party is in there," Taeho demands as his heavy hand rests against your upper arm, yanking you around. "A pregnant woman is the most desired conversation topic," he snaps with a grin on his lips and venom in his words. "Socialite gold. The dream is for our baby to get more praise and gifts. Don't forget what's at stake, dear."

Taeho holds onto your arm tightly, pulling you close as he drags you back inside the extravagant venue. The sounds and sights of the party immediately crash against you as Taeho weaves and threads you both through the crowd. "Now come, we're going to speak to your father and some donors. Play the part of the perfect couple."

"Yes, Taeho," his name rolls off your tongue like lead. Disgust roils in your stomach, filling you with unease. Taeho drags you to stand beside your father, who smiles broadly. He takes in the two of you and claps Taeho on the shoulder before holding out his arms for a warm hug.

"My daughter," he greets jovially and his hug envelopes you in the safety that only your father could bring, wrapping you up in the soft cashmere wool and tobacco scent. The hug is short, but in the moment where you and your father are close, he leans in. "Your happiness is all I ever wanted," he whispers into your hair before letting you go.

Your father was never the demonstrative sort. But over time, his heart had grown warmer. He was a simple man who tried his best to protect his family. Seeing him struggle throughout the years hadn't been easy. There had been times where you and he butted heads. Where you were just plain scared and needed someone to blame. Looking back at all those memories, those weren't fond moments. Still, you missed how he used to be. Before money and politics.

The feeling was bittersweet.

You longed to talk to him about your relationship with Jongho, as vague as it was. Even more so, you wished for his wisdom, because Taeho's threat hung over you, a dark cloud you could no longer ignore. At the same time, you desperately needed him to tell you everything would be okay. Like a little girl waiting for her father to come rescue her from the monsters. Only, this monster lives inside your house, and has its greedy grip locked around you.

You stand next to your husband as your father and Taeho's meeting wears on, idly skipping from foot to foot to alleviate the ache that's begun to take root at the base of your spine. It was a constant dull throb now, a reminder of the burden you carry in front of you. The evidence of a life created despite all odds. The life created with the man you love. The life Taeho was demanding ownership over.

As the business discussion continued, Taeho's grip tightens ever so slightly, subtly, only enough for you to notice the twitch. Enough to send a hint that you shouldn't fidget while standing beside him, even if it caused you the slight twinge of physical discomfort.

"Excuse me," you mutter politely, extracting your arm from Taeho's grip. "The baby is having a field day today," you smile sheepishly and bow your head in respect and thanks as your father excuses you, understanding and compassion evident in his eyes.

Warmth and a tiny wave of relief flood through you as you excuse yourself from the stuffy situation, disappearing in the thick crowd of charity party-goers. Your steps echo heavily throughout the room as the cacophony of voices swallow the sounds around you. You quicken your pace, desperate for escape, but are stopped just as quickly by a sharp hand gripping your bicep.

The panic washes away as soon as your eyes take in the sight of Jongho. The faint warmth from his palm pressed gently to your arm brings a breath of life and joy to your body.

"Y/N, are you okay? I'm worried for you," his words are sincere, his brows knit in concern as he looks over your face.

"I just want to get away from here," you admit.

"I know, I've wanted to be with you all night. Father has forbidden us being near each other and it's the only thing keeping me at bay," Jongho's voice is nothing short of an anguished whisper. He knows how dangerous it is to be together right now. Anyone could be watching. Your father, Taeho. That isn't something he's willing to risk, no matter how much it hurts.

The agony is written over his handsome features, clear as crystal, as his gaze meets yours, only for him to take a step away from you.

"I know this must be incredibly uncomfortable, being surrounded by all these people fawning over your bump that he claims as his," Jongho shakes his head in disbelief, his own pain hidden behind an indifferent expression. "He can have the public," he spits the word like a curse before his eyes lock on to you. The determination in the steely blue depths has a shiver running down your spine. "All I want, Y/N, is for the world to see our child. That I made you the happiest woman on this earth. That it's the product of our love."

The love and adoration on his face has you clenching your jaw and blinking to keep the tears building in your eyes from falling. He cradles your face, leaning his forehead to yours.

"Stay strong my love, please," Jongho urges gently before he presses a kiss to your forehead. "I know that this will be hard for us both. We need to pretend this baby belongs to him in order to protect our future and get out. Stay strong, Y/N," he murmurs as the baby kicks.

The movements make you gasp softly and you grab the younger man's hands, pressing them to the spot. Tears well in his eyes, pure bliss lighting his expression and illuminating every sharp feature. A laugh bubbles from him. It's so infectious and contagious that you begin laughing, too.

"I love you," Jongho smiles tenderly. "Don't you ever forget."

You wish he could kiss you.

If he could, it would chase all this torment away and bring back that comfort and protection, but he can't. Not here in the middle of an event. His name called from somewhere in the banquet hall and you both recognize the voice, knowing he has to return.

"Go," you plead, despite the twinge in your chest at the thought of his absence. Jongho's eyebrows pinch in reluctance. "Jongho, it's fine. It'll all be fine. Please, don't give Taeho any reason to follow through on his threat to keep us from each other."

It's the most you've said in weeks and he hates leaving, but he listens because he loves you and that's the least he can do. It's the best way to ensure the baby, his baby, your baby, doesn't fall into the hands of Taeho.

Jongho can't risk that.

After the charity gala, it seems like everyone in the entire metropolitan area wants to know about your pregnancy and what's to come. Taeho makes a show of pretending to dote on your swelling belly. Showering you in gifts, and gushing to his social circles about his "long-awaited miracle", "finally carrying his own child" and more. He plays the part of loving husband to a t and it's almost frightening, how easily he lies.

But behind closed doors he barely looks in your direction and ignores your presence entirely. Taeho would occasionally give you and Jongho looks filled to the brim with disdain when the young man walked into a room, but Taeho mostly went on as though the two of you don't exist. His obsession with work kept him too busy to pay much mind, so you spent your days knitting little garments and practicing for labor and delivery, going on morning walks around the gardens.

Weeks fly by in a blur, the time melting from weeks into days until you feel the baby's movement more prominently. There's still a few weeks until you'll meet your baby, but they've proven themselves to be impatient, more active and rambunctious with each day that passes.

On most evenings you find yourself on the sofa, watching television shows while the baby kicks and pushes against the confinement of your stomach. Today is like most, except you're aching from sitting there and doing nothing for so long, the aches are more noticeable today than they've been. With a groan, you move to get up, pushing to your feet.

"Hi there, my little prince," you coo quietly, rubbing your stomach when your son kicks under your hand. A wobbly grin spreads across your face, your emotions betraying the dread weighing heavy on your heart, and you nod resolutely, swallowing back the thickness that's begun to rise up.

You continue to your room, unable to walk in a straight line, constantly adjusting for the awkward sensation and balance issues your unborn child had gifted you with. A faint hissing noise and the steady drip of the bathroom sink's faucet catches your attention. Jongho steps out a few minutes later, shirtless and water droplets glistening over his smooth skin as the droplets slide slowly down the peaks of his chest, the sculpted abs of his stomach. His sweatpants hang dangerously low and he drags a towel across the length of his wet hair, scrubbing it. You bite your lip, keeping your desire to throw him on the bed and jump him at bay.

"Hey, babe," Jongho smirks as you both walk toward the center of the room where you stand next to each other. Jongho's smirk softens, turns into a gentle, loving smile that leaves you weak and breathless, and you stare in wonder as his face and eyes soften when he lays a large palm on the mound of your stomach. "What was he up to today?" he asks, gazing down as the baby presses a foot directly to his hand, making him giggle like a boy. It's a heartwarming sound, light and happy and overflowing with joy. Your eyes burn as a small, wobbly grin grows on your own lips.

It hurts so, so deeply that Jongho won't be a part of his own child's life the way he was supposed to be. And yet, you can't help the joy and butterflies swirling inside your belly when you and the man you've fallen so hard for get to see those cute little movements or the excited expression of sheer wonder on his face.

"He's gotten better," you sigh happily. "He's more active in the morning or at night. He hates it when I'm trying to rest." Jongho laughs softly at your reply, humming before he moves, carefully bending himself down to press his face close, the rough stubble on his jaw scratching you through the fabric.

"It won't be long," Jongho mutters, kissing your stomach gently as he reaches for his shirt. "The sooner he comes, the easier it'll get for you, Y/N. You'll be a new mom before you know it," he remarks, pulling the shirt over his head, yanking it into place with a small shake, fixing his tousled locks. His words sink in and the tears sting more now than before. A sick, awful feeling writhes inside, making your chest tight and painful and a bitter laugh rises, leaving your throat.

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of."

Jongho pauses in buttoning the front of his shirt and slowly tilts his gaze up until his eyes, now void of their earlier glow and life, meet yours.

"The moment he comes, Taeho has him legally," you sniffle. "The contract...the threat," you mumble, trying not to let the sobs catch hold. "That's the first thing he'll demand when he's born. He'll become his son."

Your breath leaves in a choppy rush, the baby reacting in sync with you, the kick hitting at your side. Jongho lets his shirt fall, forgotten, and walks back toward you, cradling the swell.

"Everything's going to be fine," Jongho assures you. You hate how much comfort is found in his warm presence, in his strong touch. His nose grazes along the smoothness of your cheek before his lips press to the skin, dragging a path to the corner of your lips.

The softest whimper slips and you lean into his embrace, pressing your forehead to his as you both cradle your child.

"I'll find a way, I promise," Jongho whispers the oath and leans away, taking your chin between his thumb and fingers, gently coaxing you to look at him. "No one and nothing is taking my son or my wife from me," he murmurs.

Wife. You smiled at that thought, feeling the love you felt for him flow throughout your whole body.

"So wait for me," he pleads, cupping your cheeks and running a thumb against the soft skin. His eyes are intense but hopeful, pleading, even, for you. You nod, unable to put your own feelings into words, knowing if you did, your heart would tear itself to shreds. So instead you accept the tender kisses he presses to your temple.

For as long as you're able, you stay pressed into his body, feeling the warmth and smelling the soap clinging to his clothes from his shower earlier. Jongho's touch comforts you, keeping you steady even when a particularly strong kick from your son makes your foot waver and you gasp softly in surprise. Jongho grunts, steadying you and rubbing over the swell of your stomach with a gentle look.

"Let's get you in bed," he says gently, guiding you the last few steps to the mattress, turning down the sheets as you get comfortable. Once you've settled, he climbs in beside you, draping an arm over you as he plants his chin atop your head, and waits silently, ready to settle you further into his embrace should the baby choose to cause you discomfort again, as if he knows just from your reaction.

And despite how safe you feel lying next to Jongho, how his touch calms your child into a peaceful stillness, the nagging feeling of impending dread doesn't fade, and you cry yourself to sleep with him by your side.

"Jongho," you breathe, shaking him awake. "Jongho, I think it's time," you warn and a rush of panic flows through you both as he moves quicker than a lightning flash, stumbling from the bed in his haste to run out of the bedroom to call Dr Kim, who was staying with a few nurses on standby to look after your impending delivery.

Taeho didn't want you delivering the baby in a hospital, afraid that people would find out the baby isn't his and ruin the image he's cultivated. A home delivery made much more sense, and he didn't think twice about spending the money to hire a team of medical professionals to handle your birth and sign an NDA.

Jongho runs back into the bedroom with Dr. Kim and the nurses hot on his trail, calling for you.

"Y/N!" Jongho shouts frantically before his eyes lock onto the sweat beading across your face, worry and pain clear on your features. He's by your side within seconds. "Baby, I got you," Jongho mutters shakily, kneeling to grasp your hand in his.

You gasp through another contraction and it seems almost instant, the next, how fast it was compared to the previous, you can't hold back, crying through the pain as the contraction starts up again and never fades away, like they had told you would eventually happen. The midwife runs to get the supplies they'll need.

"Fuck!" you cry, throwing your head back.

Jongho jumps up and helps position the pillows to comfort your aching and sore muscles. After that, you hardly take notice of anything else around you. Your ears ring and your world fades to a faint murmur as you ride through each contraction and push. The only thing left is the physical and mental strain. The ache in your muscles as you push your son into the world and Jongho's touch, supporting you. You gasp in heavy, desperate breaths as the minutes blur, counting from ten to one, the way Dr. Kim instructs you.

Jongho presses kisses to your damp hair, your cheek, the crown of your head, anything and everything, whispering words of encouragement in between. The way his voice trembles in anticipation, the fear hidden in the depths, has you gripping his hands tightly. It isn't until a squealing wail reaches your ears does a tired smile form.

Dr. Kim nods, laughing in triumph at his accomplishment, handing the baby boy over to his nurses before looking back at you. "Your firstborn, Y/N. Congratulations."

You were going to thank him but another wave of pressure hit. You loll your head back and moan. Dr. Kim frowns in confusion. "I need another set of gloves. Stat."

Before you can question, another nurse is right beside the doctor, handing him a pair and Jongho squeezes your hand, looking at Dr Kim and the nurse in silent question.

Dr. Kim looks up after another minute or two passes. "Looks like there's another one in there," Dr Kim states with a chuckle.

You didn't think you had enough air, enough energy, enough life to utter another word, but in that instant, you snap to reality and your eyes widen.

"Another?" you breathe, staring at Dr. Kim like he's got four heads.

"He or she will come a bit faster now that their older brother has come." He winks and looks back, nodding. "It won't be much longer."

And Dr. Kim was correct, before you realize the nurse has cleaned up your daughter, swaddling her and tucking her next to her brother, and she's screaming just as loud, her fists waving in the air angrily, while Dr. Kim and the others clean up.

You're shocked. The sight of them lying side by side is unreal. You stare at them in awe and disbelief, feeling a burning in your chest. You glance at the door before turning to your beloved, trying to keep your tears and voice controlled and hushed.

"We have twins," you whimper. The surge of emotions overflows, and you fight them back desperately.

Dr Kim dismisses the nurses once you and the babies have been cleaned and changed, before turning to you. "Y/N, you have delivered quite the miracles. But once Taeho finds out that you delivered twins..."

"Can we...can I trust you?" you implore and the doctor's eyes widen.

"I will do anything to help you," the doctor assures you.

You pause for a brief second, contemplating, weighing all of the pros and cons before nodding. "Taeho needs to be led to believe that I only delivered one child, my son."

Dr. Kim's brows furrowed in confusion as he stared.

"Please tell your team to tell Taeho that I delivered only a son," you said, knowing that the nurses were standing outside waiting for an order, to spread the information that only you had delivered. "He cannot, under any circumstances, discover that there is a second child. As far as he needs to know, it's just my son that he will claim as his. Taeho cannot know I gave birth to a daughter."

"But Y/N, the little miss needs-"

"I beg of you, Dr Kim," you sob. "It's hard enough that Taeho wants my son but…" You start gasping through the building tears, taking slow breaths to keep yourself calm. Jongho wraps his arm around you gently, rubbing your back. "But Taeho can't have my daughter either! He can't keep both of them away from me."

Dr Kim takes notice of you and sighs deeply before nodding and walks out to his group, leaving you alone to watch over the sleeping babies. Jongho notices you fiddling your thumbs, as if you're debating something in your mind.

"Y/N? What is it?" he whispers, coaxing an answer from you.

"Take our daughter to Soojin," you order softly, turning your gaze to the young man beside you. "She knows about us and she hates Taeho to the core. I trust Soojin more than anyone. She will know what to do and keep her safe."

"Are you sure?" he hesitates.

"Yes," you whisper, taking in her beautiful features. Her cute little nose. Soft cheeks. Eyelashes. She was an angel. The best parts of him and the best parts of you. "Just until we're finally free from him."

Jongho looks at his little princess, leaning down and carefully pressing a kiss to her crown. "Don't you worry, baby girl." He grins, pride and joy apparent as he nuzzles her. "Papa is gonna protect you. I'll protect you and your brother from him, no matter what."

“Jongho,” you call out.

“Yes, love?”

“Jieun,” you started. “I want our daughter to be named Jieun.”

“Of course,” Jongho replies. “Our little princess, Jieun.” Carefully he gathers his daughter, and though she fusses a bit, she calms as Jongho's hands grip and sway gently, rocking the babe in his arms as she falls into a slumber.

Dr. Kim enters back inside and shuts the door. "Everything's arranged," he mutters. "The secret will remain with my staff and I. It'll be tough, but as a fellow father, I know how painful it is to have your children stolen from you. Even more so when a mere man steals another man's family."

The relief crashes into you like a giant wave and your heart slows its heavy thumping and you reach out, hugging the physician close. "Thank you, so much."

"You're like a daughter to me, Y/N," the elderly man smiles, pressing a hand to your back, gently patting and embracing you before leaning away. "I've looked after you for fifteen long years. I wish things were different and that this wasn't the situation but I promise, you and Jongho won't have to do this alone. I'll do everything in my power to protect your son and daughter."

He pats you back, carefully supporting you as Jongho leaves with a faint smile, disappearing down the stairs before Taeho appears in the doorway moments later. His eyes glint darkly in the light of the room. A storm is brewing and as soon as his gaze lands on the child in your arms, a sadistic grin splits his mouth, wickedly joyful.

Your baby coos and gurgles, waving his tiny fingers excitedly. A stark reminder of just how small he is and just how helpless the two of you truly were against Taeho.

"Well," Taeho says, coming around the bed to look over the bundle nestled close to your breast. "There he is. My son," he gloats smugly, "finally arrived."

Dr Kim shifts from foot to foot uneasily and bows, clasping his hands together in a prayer gesture in front of him.

"Congratulations on your healthy child, Taeho. He's a beautiful baby. Though, unfortunately, Y/N is very tired and worn out, so I must take my leave. I'll be back in the next day or so to check in on her." Dr Kim gives you a subtle nod as he walks to the door. He disappears then and shuts the door quietly behind him.

Taeho lifts his eyes and catches yours for the briefest of moments before he lifts his new heir from the blanket, turning to face the window. "I will let you name your child," Taeho starts off, frowning. "You are his mother, after all," he mocks bitterly.

The cold words cut sharply, making your skin tingle. Your son snuffles against your shoulder and your blood turns to ice.

"Jongseok," you choke out. The baby quietens in his slumber at the sound of your voice. "Jongseok." You blink, breathless. "My baby boy, Jongseok."

Jongseok's tiny mouth pouts open in the perfect circle before yawning and shifting.

"Good," Taeho says as he puts the newborn back to your hold. "A fine name for my son."

Your eyelids droop in the sheer exhaustion seeping from each pore and he glares before a cold laugh rolls from his chest, jostling you awake.

"Get some rest," Taeho instructs with a knowing, sinister grin, making your blood run cold. "After all, you need it to raise my son and make him perfect."

With those final, foreboding words, he steps toward the door, reaching for the handle. Just before he pushes it open, he stops.

"Oh and, wife," his tone is unnerving and you know what's going to come out of his mouth is going to be ugly, "don't step out of line. Or you and Jongho will never see Jongseok again."

As Taeho shuts the bedroom door and saunters off, the grip around the precious bundle tightens ever so slightly, careful not to crush the precious new life, a tear finally falls from your eyes.

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