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˖˚⊹ call it survival

➤ summary: you were just trying to survive, keep your head down, follow the rules, and stay invisible. Rafe Cameron never played by the rules, and he became your savior before you could fully break

➤ w/c: 9k.

➤ warnings: domestic abuse, graphic violence, emotional manipulation, descriptions of blood and bruises, insults, mental health, self-doubt, reader is over 18, slow burn romance, kook trio causing problems, enemies to lovers, Rafe's redemption arc, very protective and down bad Rafe

➤ a/n: so far it was the most complicated work i've ever written and i reeeeally hope that my obsessed-with-insanely-long-fics people will enjoy reading it.

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Your father never explained why you had to move to the Outer Banks. One day you were packing up your life in your old town, stuffing your belongings into worn-out suitcases, and the next you were staring out the window of his truck as he drove past unfamiliar beaches and houses larger than anything you'd ever lived in. It was not your choice to leave, but you knew better than to question him.

What little you did know came in fragments. Late-night phone calls, where you heard him arguing about money with unknown people, his decision to lock all of the doors even when you were home, or the way he seemed to be nervous about other people getting too close to the two of you.

And once you found a business card. It was creased and water-damaged, the edges curling up like it had been forgotten—or hidden. The name on it meant nothing to you, but the logo said Bayside Collections. A bank, maybe. When you asked him about it, his whole face changed. His jaw tensed, and he yanked the coat from your hand so fast it made you stumble, snapping at you to never touch his things again and mind your business.

He was secretive, scared. That’s why he never let you make new friends, he never let you go anywhere after work, and you were forbidden from going out.

Life in the Outer Banks wasn’t easy. You didn’t fit in with the Kooks, and you weren’t really one of the Pogues either. You kept to yourself, working whatever shifts you could find, even if your father still took all of your money, and making sure to never step out of line. Your father didn’t tolerate mistakes. If he came home angry, you made yourself small, kept the house clean, and stayed out of his way, locked up in your room when your heartbeat skyrocketing. But it never mattered because something would always set him off, and when he snapped, it finished badly.

Most of the time, his anger came in the form of words—harsh, cutting reminders that you were useless, that you should be grateful he hadn’t left you behind, that you were already too grown to be this dumb and still dependent on him, even though he was the one who tied you down to that pathetic excuse of a life. But sometimes, his grip on your wrist was too tight, his shoves were too hard, and he didn’t hesitate to slap you for “opening your mouth.”

You thought about running once. Just taking off and disappearing. But where would you go? You had no money, no plan, and basically no friends. And if he found you? You didn’t want to think about that. So you stayed, kept your head down, and avoided anything that could make him look at you the wrong way.

That was before you met Sarah, a damn sunlight trapped in a person, and other pogues who seemed to be the only people who were actually nice to you. You tried to keep your distance at first, afraid of what would happen if your father found out, but she wouldn’t let you. They knew what was happening in your family, seeing the signs of constantly appearing bruises and the way you seemed to be afraid of someone watching you, but they didn’t push, giving you time to open up naturally.

You were careful, though. You never stayed out too late and never did anything that could get you in trouble, only once in a while skipping a shift just to feel normal with them.

That night you hadn’t meant to go to the party, but it was too tempting—the way everyone talked about it, the way girls promised to help you get dressed and begged you to let it go for once, and how they, wanting to go there without guys, actually tried to include you—and you couldn’t say “no.”

So you lied to your father. You practiced your speech for an hour, hoping that he would notice your trembling hands, and then made up a story about a late-night shift where you would get more money, and he, always eager to get more, waved you off.

You didn’t expect Sarah’s brother to be there. He and his friends had never been particularly nice to anyone, and it seemed that they enjoyed making trouble for your friends. Rafe himself, for some reason, awakened some feeling in you that you couldn’t quite understand. The way he was looking at you, curious, as if he couldn’t figure you out, was a bit unsettling, maybe because it was the first time you got any kind of attention from a guy, even if it wasn’t quite a positive one.

You saw each other only occasionally when you visited his sister at Tanneyhill, always slightly catching him off guard with the way you shyly sat at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, looking so small as if you were afraid to even touch anything. You always looked fragile and cautious, and he couldn’t forget the first time he saw you in his house—the way you looked at him with your pretty, big eyes.

He would stand in the kitchen, carelessly sipping some soda, looking at you, enjoying the way you were squirming under his gaze, pretending to be interested in whatever was in front of you. Maybe it gave him some sense of power, or maybe he was actually enjoying looking at you, and it was something that he didn’t want to admit even to himself. You were still his sister's friend, basically a pogue, and Rafe Cameron didn’t do pogues.

His thoughts were perplexing him, causing some weird feelings he refused to acknowledge, and instead he did what he used to—turned confusion into mockery, snide comments, and jokes.

So when the party was already dying down, when the kook trio suddenly felt the need to mess with your friends by actually calling the sheriff for whatever reason, you tried to run. You knew that you had to get home as soon as possible, and when Cleo and you were running towards the Twinkie, your mind was already spiraling with possible excuses for your father about the change of plans. But the universe seemed to have different ideas, sending you right into Rafe’s hands.

“Rafe, please.” You almost begged when you felt the weight of his hands around you, tugging you backwards. Your eyes were big and round, staring back at him in that pleading manner. He held your eye contact, and for a split second, you thought that they had softened and that maybe he would actually consider backing up.

But then it shifted back to its usual appearance—cold, cocky, as if Rafe actually enjoyed seeing you behaving the way you did, the way you begged him. He knew that he couldn’t give it up now, not in front of his friends who were waiting for his sign, not when he already made such a big deal out of it. But such a thought was lingering at the back of his head at the sight of your desperate and scared eyes, and for the first time he didn’t feel the usual content of being the bad guy.

“Please don’t do it.” You whispered so quietly, your voice seemed too broken even for your own ears.

“Call Shoupe, Kelce.” Rafe said calmly, and his friend obliged immediately, while your heart sank to your stomach. Sarah, Kie, and Cleo became as panicked as you were, all four of you looking at each other in desperation.

“I can’t get caught. I can’t. Not right now.” Your voice cracked as you shook your head, the realization of what would happen suddenly settling in. Rafe looked at you curiously, slightly tilting his head to the side, as a hint of concern flashed in his eyes.

But at the end of the day, you were just another Pogue, probably acting way too good to try to make him pity you and panicking over nothing. He shouldn’t care. Shouldn't even think about letting you go. But he did.

He noticed the way his sister moved her head to the side, telling you something without any words. You looked between her and Rafe, your eyes darted down the street, and then you were running.

Not quick enough, though. Rafe was hot on your heels, and he easily caught you before you could reach the main road or hide. He gripped you firmly by your upper arms, but not hard enough to hurt you, and held you close with your back firmly pressed to his chest when you two went back to the rest of them. You wiggled in his arms, tried to push him away, ignoring the way your body felt both flushed from closeness to him and pure terror of what he might do.

“He’s gonna be here in a moment, and he has already called all of your parents.” Kelce points his phone at the girls and you, but if your friends just scoffed, then your shoulders and head lowered in defeat. Your throat tightened as the tears welled up in your eyes, knowing what was yet to come.

You were not trying to get away from Rafe’s hold anymore, and he didn’t let you go either, knowing that you may try running again. He was observing your reaction, though he didn’t quite understand what was going on or why your friends were looking at you like that. Sure, they weren’t on good terms, constantly giving problems to each other, but never before had he seen such a disappointed and devastated look in his sister’s eyes. Her lips in a tight line, eyes burning holes in his head as if she was one second away from hitting him, but before he could think too much about it, the police car and your father’s truck parked not far away from your group, and you didn’t even lift your head, zoning out and focusing on your shoes.

“Your parents are going to be here soon.” Shoupe said as he got out of the car, pointing at Kiara, who just rolled her eyes and scoffed. “And you’re going home with your brother.” He then told Sarah, who was equally annoyed. But you didn’t pay attention to any of it because you knew that your father was there and you had no escape this time.

Your father was seething when he got out of the truck, carelessly leaving the door open and storming towards you, heavy boots hitting against the gravel with every hurried step. His eyes were zeroed in on you, and you felt it even if your own eyes were fixated on the ground. You felt cold sweat covering your skin just from hearing his hard footsteps.

“Get in the fucking car. Now!” His loud voice cut the air, and everyone got even quieter than before, throwing confused looks at each other. He stopped a few feet away from you with his hands on his hips, licking his lips in a way that made it seem that he held back some words that he didn’t want others to hear. “Did you not hear me, girl?” He yelled again when you didn't move. Your head finally went up, and you subconsciously moved back into Rafe’s chest, seeking some kind of protection from the fire in your father’s eyes.

Rafe’s hands tightened around your arms, and he felt a weird tugging feeling in his chest from your reaction. You were scared. Scared to the point that he, who was nothing but a pain in your ass, became a better option. Rafe’s mind was racing a hundred miles per hour, looking between you and your father, hearing your uneven breathing, and trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. Why did no one say anything, not even Shoupe?

The Pogues were used to stepping in for each other. They kind of figured out what was happening in your family with your subtle hints and careless excuses. But seeing it in person? They just froze, looking at the scene in front of them helplessly. Shoupe stood closely to them, hands on his hips and head low, eyes on the ground. Letting it slide. Closing his eyes on it as if nothing had happened.

You knew that there was no point in just delaying what was inevitable, so with your head low again, you slipped out of Rafe’s hold before he could even react or protest. Your father’s grip on your forearms replaced Rafe's, but he wasn’t so careful, making you wince in pain. He dragged you to the passenger seat as if you were a child who was misbehaving. There was no point in protesting, asking to be gentler, and especially saying how sorry you were—it always seemed to make him even angrier—so you just followed him until he pushed you inside and slammed the door, barely not hitting you with it.

Your eyes were stinging with tears, and your head was lowered as you were trying to focus on your shaking hands. You didn’t dare to look up, knowing that your friends, the Kook Trio and Shoupe, saw everything.

Two days later you were sitting in the kitchen of Tanneyhill, after Sarah begged you to come there to hang out for a bit, promising that Ward and Rose were away on some business trip to Europe and that Rafe was at the golf club with his friends, so it was only her and Wheezie, who was too busy in her room.

You hesitated, declining it for as long as you could, not really wanting her or anyone else to see the way you looked. Not to mention that your father was still pissed off and gave you a silent treatment after what he had done the night he picked you up. It was always like that, always those emotional swings, when he got violent and then did not talk to you as if it was you who had done something horrible, like it was you who was always wrong. Yet, you thought that you liked these days the most because he acted like he didn’t care and you had more personal space, even if your whole body was aching with bruises.

“We should totally go to that store today. You know, the one I told you about last week?” She said, casual as always, mixing something in her cup. You loved that about her, always grateful that even when she saw the bruises, the distant look in your eyes, she wasn't pushing. She gave you space, just like you asked her to the first time she saw everything. Sarah was a walking light, and whenever you needed it, she gave it to you and did everything to distract you from the darkness.

“We can, but I don't have money, so…”

“Oh, stop it. It’s my dad’s card. You think he cares where I spend it?” She rolled her eyes playfully, flipping her long hair over her shoulder and placing an icy glass with a drink in front of you.

“I don’t want or need you to pay for me. Really. It’s not a big deal.” You refused her offer like you always did.

“Well, I don’t care.” She tilted her head up in that playful way, biting her lip to hold back a smile. You shook your head, already giving up on fighting with her about it. “I’m gonna change quickly, and we can go, yeah?”

She left you alone in the kitchen, running up the stairs before you could even say anything, and you let out a sigh. The same moment, as if on command, the front door to the house closed, and Rafe walked into the kitchen, looking as good and crisp as usual.

Your breath hitched at the sight of him, your hold slightly tightening around the glass. He didn’t even see you yet, stopping in the middle of the room, texting someone on his phone. You took a chance to look at him properly. Your eyes trailed up from his cargo shorts to the blue polo that looked too perfectly tight around his biceps and to the backwards cap. Rafe was attractive, and you hated yourself that your mind automatically wandered in the wrong direction.

Then his head snapped up, as if sensing someone’s eyes, and he froze. You did so too, the moment you understood what his eyes were exactly looking at.

Your hair or a giant t-shirt did nothing to hide the blossoming bluish bruises on your arms. The jacket that you wore on the way here was way too hot for summer heat, so you took it off the moment you walked in here, thinking that there was nothing that Sarah hadn’t seen before. But now Rafe was here, eyes fixated on your wrists that had marks looking awfully like fingerprints, and you swore you saw the moment a realization settled in him.

“What the hell is that?” Slipping his phone in the pocket of his shorts, he walked closer to you, not hesitating to walk into your personal space or even speak to you like you two weren’t something closer to enemies rather than friends. You turned on the bar stool to sit with your back to him, feeling your heart beating in your ears as you hid your hands under the table. “Turn around.”

You stayed still, praying for Sarah to come down quicker.

“It was him, wasn’t it? Your father. I saw your reaction. I heard the way he talked to you.” Rafe mumbled behind you, and it made you turn to face him. His eyes instantly spotted your split lip and a bruise at the side of your jaw that no amount of concealer could fully cover, no matter how hard you tried. His body tensed, slightly straightening up, as if in a defensive way, and he furrowed his brows when he realized something.

“I didn’t know.” He said, his voice low and suddenly guilty, like he couldn't get the words out of him. “I didn’t know he’d… do that.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, the bitterness too sour to swallow. “Well, now you do. Congratulations.” His jaw clenched. You could see the guilt clawing at his skin like it was trying to crawl out of him. Rafe Cameron, golden boy of the island, rich and careless to everyone and everything, wasn’t used to feeling bad for the aftermath. Not like this.

“I didn’t call the cops for you. I mean, I did, but—fuck, I thought it would be just the way it usually happened.” He admitted, rumbling, hands balling into fists by his sides. “You and the Pogues were somewhere you shouldn’t have been, and I was pissed. That’s it. I wasn’t trying to—”

“Yeah, well, you did.” Your voice cracked suddenly, and your chest tightened, unable to hold back the fact that you did blame him slightly. “You called the cops. He got the call. And then he got me.” Rafe winced like the words physically hit him. And you weren’t trying to make him feel bad, not really. You didn’t have the energy to blame him for your messed-up life because, truthfully, you saw that he didn’t expect such an outcome, and it was the usual way he messed with his sister. You were just too tired of bruises and apologies that never came, tired of rules set by your father, and tired of people thinking they understood when they never did.

But Rafe wasn’t moving. For the first time, he didn’t know what to do or what to say. Hell, he didn’t even understand the feelings that were currently making him sick.

“I didn’t know.” He repeated, softer this time.

You looked away, fingers curling tighter into fists. “Don’t act like you care. We’re not friends.”

“But—”

“Rafe, don’t you dare talk to her.” That was the moment when Sarah came in, interrupting whatever Rafe was about to say. She was beside you in a second, interlocking your fingers and dragging you up to stay near her.

“Did you know about her father? Fuck, of course you did.” He laughed bitterly to himself, taking off his cap and running a nervous hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you do anything?”

“Tell you? Yeah, that’s so funny.” Rafe’s face dropped when Sarah scoffed, dismissively looking him up and down. “Because it’s none of your business, Rafe. Stay away from it.” She didn’t let him say anything else, already guiding you out of the house.

It was almost 11pm when you finally finished your shift and headed back home. It was a little bit later than usual, but you told your dad about it beforehand, so the only worry for now was a walk back home.

The night was chilly, the sun had set a long time ago, and you shivered at the wind from the ocean, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket. You wrapped your hands tightly around yourself as you looked down the road, which was barely illuminated by a poor-looking light pole.

It was not a new thing for you to walk home alone at night, but the creepy feeling at the back of your neck never seemed to ease. You had no other choice, as you had no car, and it was way too late for the public transport. It would be a lie to say that it didn’t totally freak you out. Like someone could lunge out at any second, dragging you into the dark before you could even scream, but you simply had to deal with it because you needed the money that your current job offered. Your father was probably already at home, nursing a bottle of beer, not really caring about your well-being, as he told you many times that you were a big girl and could figure it out.

You thought that you might jump out of your skin when the car on the road didn’t pass you by like they usually did, but it started to slow down until it was right beside you. You started walking faster, tightening your hold on the keys as if it may actually save you, not daring to look back at the car. You felt like you were about to cry because there was no one who could’ve saved you if something went wrong, but then the window rolled down and you heard a familiar voice.

“Are you fucking insane?” Rafe, always straightforward, asked you, making you stop in your tracks. With your heart beating violently in your chest, you tried to control your breathing, but the look on your face was probably obvious enough for him to know how freaked out you were.

“What do you want?” You glanced at him, thinking about just ignoring his usual attitude and going back home. At the end of the day it was Rafe Cameron, and even if since that accident he seemed to keep his distance and not bother you or your friends anymore, you didn’t trust him fully. It’s been a week since he saw you at his house, a week since Sarah confronted him about you, and a week since he couldn’t get you out of his head.

“Why the hell are you here right now?” Through the darkness you saw his brows furrowing as he leaned in closer to the window above the passenger seat. You took in his appearance for a second—slightly leaned over, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift, he looked so effortlessly hot.

“Because I’m working, Rafe, and I need to get home now.” You scoffed and started walking again, wondering why you even wasted your time on this.

“Get in the car.” He moved slowly beside you, glancing at you through the window, but you ignored it completely, keeping your head straight and eyes locked somewhere in the distance, not even turning your head. “Do you want me to get out of here and sit you inside myself? Get in the car, Y/N.” There was no anger in his voice, but he was firm, letting you know that he meant it.

You felt a sudden lump in your throat, maybe because you convinced yourself to be scared of him, or maybe because you hated that you were so exhausted and terrified of being alone on the street that you really wanted to accept his offer. Even if you acted tough in front of your friends, like you got used to your lifestyle, you were tired. Of having no choice, of working your ass off just to give money to your father, and of constantly being scared of him getting angry. You looked at Rafe for a few long seconds, and he didn’t break eye contact—always so sure, so confident. So you stepped over yourself and got in the car.

It was so warm and so comfortable that your body instantly felt sleepy, surrounded by the woody and musky smell. You shifted uncomfortably under Rafe’s long and sharp gaze while he took you in, looking up and down, probably judging you, before he finally looked back at the road, with his jaw clenched even tighter than before, and started driving.

“So tell me, why did you think that it was a good idea to go through the fucking cut alone and at night?” His hand tightened on the steering wheel as his eyes flickered back to you again. He hadn’t been able to forget the way you looked that day in his kitchen, arms bare, lip split. The image had buried itself under his skin, and now, seeing you walking alone like it was a normal thing to do, made him suddenly lose his mind all over again.

You squirmed, ignoring the lingering cold and fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

And of course he noticed that. In a second you heard a scoff leave his lips, as if annoyed, and then something heavy fell on your lap—his grey and warm zip hoodie—and you almost silently mumbled ‘thanks’ before wrapping it around your body.

“So?”

“I’m working, Rafe. Today it was even later than usual, and what other choice do I have? I need to get home somehow.” You shrugged casually, as if on instinct lowering your head and inhaling the fading scent of the perfume on the hoodie.

“No—who the fuck lets you do that, huh?” His voice suddenly got bitter, fingers tapping against the wheel, as he looked at you sharply.

“"Lets" me do that?” You scoffed, confused. “It’s not like anyone cares, Rafe. Not my father, that’s for sure. And the only other people that I know here are pogues and Sarah, and I don’t want to be a burden for them to figure out a safe way for me to get home every day.”

“This is not okay. You cannot just fucking walk around like a piece of candy. There are bad people on the island. Dangerous, Y/N.” You almost felt like crying from frustration. He clearly was judging you, asking you questions and looking at you as if you were insane. But Rafe clearly did not understand. Not your position. Not your lack of choice. Not that you would’ve given everything to something normal in your life or someone who would actually care. It was just how things were, and, unfortunately, you had to deal with it if you wanted to escape another harsh slap across the face.

Rafe’s free hand curled into a fist on his knee when he looked at you. How small and fragile you looked, the way he swore your eyes started watering after his words, and you instantly turned your head away from him. He hated it. Hated that he suddenly didn’t think of you as another friend of his sister, but instead he noticed you, and, for some reason, he wanted to help.

You both fell silent, with Rafe constantly glancing at you and you ignoring it as much as you could. In just a few minutes he parked a little bit away from your house, and you could not be happier about that, knowing that your father would kill you if he saw you in another man’s car.

“Thank you, Rafe. Um, I really appreciate it. I should go now.” You finally looked at him, for a second losing yourself in his intense gaze, before you snapped out of it and tossed his jacket in the back seat. You reached for a door handle when his voice stopped you once again.

“When does your shift usually end?”

“At nine, why?”

“Just asking.” You stared at him for a few seconds, not fully satisfied with the answer.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” The way he said it, his low and almost intimate voice, made your stomach drop, and you were grateful that it was too late for him to see the way your face was heating.

“Goodnight.”

You didn’t understand it. You didn’t understand him.

Because since that day, whenever you stepped outside after your shift, you saw a familiar blue truck waiting for you.

The first time you were absolutely confused and kind of scared, carefully walking around it with your eyes low on the ground as if you didn’t see him, and it ended up with an argument and Rafe threatening, again, to sit you in his car himself. You knew that there was no point in trying to argue more, because it was a simple and proven fact that if Rafe Cameron wanted to do something, he did it no matter what other people had to say about it.

For some reason, he liked doing it. He liked that after his own exhausting day, when he was surrounded by the bunch of pretentious assholes, after his dad got him mad over the phone for not doing enough, he could see you. Weird, right?

Rafe genuinely liked spending time with you and liked how you became more talkative after a few days of him picking you up. Maybe at first it was just guilt pushing him to do that—the guilt for causing you to get hurt, the gnawing reminder that he knew about some private and sick things that happened behind the closed door of your house, yet he couldn’t do anything.

But then, you were nothing like he expected. Although, truthfully, he didn’t even know what he was expecting. Just to hate you because of your friendship with his sister and her little dumb buddies? Probably, but you were easy to be around—soft-spoken, a good listener, kind, funny, and just… normal.

God, he needed normal in his life. Craved simple things, meaningless talks where nobody expected anything from each other, and just a comfortable atmosphere. It was weird, but actually good weird.

Sometimes he brought you food, a warm cup of good-smelling tea on a rainy night, which you always took with a shy smile and something like ‘you shouldn’t have to.’

He thought it was the least he could do.

The weeks went by without a eighth of you noticing. You started getting comfortable around Rafe. It seemed like the person who annoyed you at some point was fully gone, and now you saw glimpses of his funny and caring side. You both would sit in the car, sometimes eating, sometimes enjoying the comfortable silence, or just humming to the songs when Rafe chose a long route to your house.

There was, without a doubt, a connection between you two. Something that you silently shared whenever your eyes stayed locked longer than they should have, when your fingers or your knees accidentally brushed. His sudden and genuinely unexpected warmth made you feel weird, and no matter how scared you were to even think about it, you were falling for Rafe Cameron.

He knew and felt it too. That’s why it was hard stopping his hand from reaching out to you whenever you were so close. Hard stopping himself from snapping when he saw another bruise or cut on you.

Just the way you smiled every time you saw him at the usual spot made him want to do more, made him want to keep that spark in your eyes a little bit longer, because whenever it was time for you to go home, you hesitated and gave him that almost desperate look.

Over time you opened up. He never pushed about your father, though the question burned on his tongue, but he needed to know the truth—he made sure to slowly get you comfortable, make you feel safe around him, and eventually you revealed what nobody else knew. You told Rafe about your father always running away from something, about your constant moving from city to city, and about the fact that he was overcontrolling and had never let you breathe freely.

He was careful with that theme, letting you pour out your thoughts before so hesitantly mentioning the day it all started and the way your father didn’t even hesitate to act like he did in front of everyone. When you finally got brave enough, the words seemed to flow freely, and you dissociated, with a blank stare talking about everything that happened to you.

It felt normal to talk to Rafe. Natural.

The insults thrown like they were nothing, the hitting whenever you disobeyed, or the money that you brought home was suddenly not enough. Around him you didn’t feel like a human, and it was hard to constantly walk on eggshells to do everything right.

And Rafe listened. Fuming from the inside, gripping the wheel much harder than needed, but he listened and never judged. He looked at you, studying your profile, trying to focus on any little feature of your face that could calm him down. He let you cry. God, he hated crying, hated tears, though when your head tipped toward his shoulder and your body shuddered with little hiccups, he thought that he hated it for a whole other reason.

This night was not an exception. Everything seemed to be great—the warm sandwiches with your favorite drinks met you in the car, and Rafe was so damn talkative, making you laugh the way you hadn't in a very long time. You didn't want this to end, didn't want to leave his company and go back to your own nightmare.

“Goodnight, Rafe.” You mumbled back when his car parked on the driveway next to yours, away from your father’s eyes. The air felt different, heavy, and for some reason you were barely able to tear your eyes away from his. You tried to take a deep breath to calm your heart down, but you felt your pulse in your ears when he didn’t look away, didn’t even pretend to not stare at you with a smile.

Rafe’s head slightly tilted to the side, lip caught in between his teeth, as he watched you closing the door of his car and slowly getting closer to your house. The thought lingered at the back of his head, the one that he had been pushing away for probably the last couple of days. His eyes followed you, and when his mind finally said ‘fuck it’ to himself, he got out of the car, quickly catching you before you could reach your house.

“Wait!”

You froze, hearing Rafe’s hurried steps behind you, slowly turning back and looking up. His presence was suffocating as his blue eyes were studying your face, making your stomach turn again with that weird feeling. A flush of heat washed over you when Rafe stepped even closer, hands slightly lifting up, as if wanting to touch you.

And you didn’t step back, even if you should have. His cologne washed over you in that already familiar, calming way. He was taller than you, looming over your body and shielding the lamp from the street with his broad shoulders. You knew what was coming, felt blood rushing in your ears when Rafe’s hands cupped your cheeks slowly but without hesitation, but it didn’t make the situation easier. Your mind started racing with thoughts about it being the wrong decision, about you not being able to escape your father’s presence in your life, but it all came to a stop when his lips touched yours.

You melted instantly against him, lips moving slowly and hesitantly because, with all honesty, you didn’t know how it all worked. Rafe deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him, groaning when his tongue ran across your lip and tasted your sweet lip gloss.

Your hands at first just froze in the air, not knowing whether to place it on top of his hands, or grab his shirt, or wrap it around his neck, or… Yeah, you were overthinking everything again. Your mind went blank, and you just let your hands settle on Rafe’s chest—soft and slightly hesitant, listening to the steady beating of his heart. He smiled against your lips, bringing you closer when his hand found your waist and fully enveloping you in him.

When he pulled away slightly, your breathing was rapid, eyes closed while you savored the moment. Rafe nudged you softly with his forehead against yours, bringing your racing mind back down, and you finally looked at his smug yet soft face.

“That was… my first kiss.” You admitted hesitantly, savoring the taste of him on your lips.

“It was?” He smirked, playfully pulling you closer to his chest and reaching your lips again, kissing you until you laughed and turned your face away. “You’re cute.”

You looked up shyly, feeling something warm spilling in your chest, and nervously twisting the string of his hoodie between your fingers. “I should go, Rafe.” And just like that, his face dropped. Eyes narrowed slightly, looking behind you at the house that he started to dread, clenching his jaw again.

“But you don’t have to—”

“I do.”

He looked back at you, searching your face, and his eyes suddenly seemed sad, tightening his hold on you as if it could help him keep you safe somehow. “At least text me?” His frown deepened, and you instantly reached out to soften the crease in between his brows.

“Okay. I will.”

Rafe stood there, after you placed a hesitant kiss on his cheek, hair disheveled and heart pounding against his rib cage, while he was looking at you walking inside. The door behind you closed, and he slowly walked backwards to his car, keeping his eyes on your window, where the lights always turned on after a few minutes of him dropping you off.

He waited, jaw set tight, an uneasy feeling tugging at him, hands involuntarily curling into fists at both of his sides. Because something wasn’t right. He couldn’t tell what was wrong, but Rafe couldn’t go just yet, standing on someone’s front yard and just staring at your house.

And then a scream cut through the quiet setting of the street, making Rafe’s blood run cold.

You walked into the house, cautiously looking around the hallway, feeling unsettled by the weird stillness. You slowly stepped inside, your phone clenched in your hand, praying that your dad was just already asleep or at least lying in front of the TV with a beer bottle in hand, not caring about a single thing in the world. But the second you turned into the living room, he was there.

Standing by the window, curtain pulled away.

The one that had a perfect view of the street.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you froze in place when the realization hit you that he saw everything. He saw you in another man’s car. He saw Rafe kissing you. He knew that you were lying to him, and by the awfully calm look on his face, this was the end for you.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding from me. Whoring around the island with a rich boy behind my back?” You shook your head as he stepped closer to you slowly, like a predator catching its prey with no ways to escape. You squirmed in the close proximity, shrinking into yourself when his figure loomed above you.

Your voice was trembling before you even opened your mouth. “Dad, it’s not—please, it wasn’t like that—”

Your head snapped to the side with the force of the slap, skin burning and eyes watering not only from pain but also from how terrified and anxious you were. Your phone fell out of your hand with a thud against the floor, your legs gave out for a second, and your body stumbled back against the wall. The metallic taste of blood blossomed on your tongue.

Tears blurred your vision when you hesitantly looked back into your father’s cold eyes, full of hate and pure rage. There was not a single part of him that felt bad for abusing you. The person who was there many years ago, when you were still a little girl, was gone. Now it was just an empty shell of a person who was supposed to be your family, your protection.

“You think this is a game? Didn’t I fucking tell you to keep quiet and not be all over the island while I deal with stuff?” He shouted now, getting all in your face to intimidate you, voice rising with every word. “You think I put food on your table just so you could run around like some cheap slut and ruin everything I’ve worked for?”

You blinked rapidly, chest heaving, trying to stay calm, trying to breathe, but the words bubbled inside of you. No matter how scared you were, the straight-up lies made you all worked up, because not once did he do anything to provide for you. “You didn’t work for anything! You just drink and yell and—and hit me when something doesn’t go your way—”

His eyes darkened.

“Ungrateful bitch.” The words spat from his mouth like venom. “You were supposed to listen to me. You were supposed to stay out of sight, keep your damn head down, and what do you do instead? You go and spread your legs for a Cameron for fuck’s sake? Do you know what kind of shit you’ve stirred up for me?” He was coming closer again, and your instincts screamed. You turned, bolting for the front door with shaking legs—

But you didn’t make it.

His hand caught your hair in a fist, yanking it so hard you screamed in agony. You crashed to the floor with a thud, the pain blinding. Your shoulder hit first, then your elbow, your knee scraping across the hardwood as your body collapsed beneath his grip.

And then the real hit landed. A kick to your ribs, sharp and vicious, knocking the air from your lungs. You screamed again, your voice cracking with begging him to stop, high-pitched and desperate, your hands flailing to shield your face. But he was above you, yelling, still yelling, the words incoherent now, lost in the chaos of his rage.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your head was underwater. Maybe it was your last day. Maybe it would be easier. You hoped for it. At that moment, when you lay on the floor, all you could do was think about how it all could be different. If you went with Rafe. If you asked him for help. If he could stop it all.

Rafe knew it was you. Blinded by the rage and an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness, he didn’t even remember running up the stairs to your house. He didn’t remember banging his shoulder against the old and creaky door until it snapped open inside, hitting against the wall with a loud banging.

The only thing he thought would forever be engraved in his head was the picture of you on the floor with your hands covering your face and a man above you holding your hair in a fist, screaming so loudly that he didn’t even sense Rafe’s presence in the room.

He was there in a second, moving across the room like a storm, dragging the man off of you and pushing him back. Your father stumbled backwards, clocking off the glass coffee table on the floor, now fully focused on Rafe as if thinking he could handle him.

But Rafe was quicker. His fist connected with a man’s face with a loud crack, the blood instantly streaming down, staining the light shirt.

“You think you can fucking touch her? Use her like a punchbag?” Rafe roared, hitting again and again, while your father tried to push him away, only barely making him stumble backwards. “I should’ve come after you that same day you dragged her away with you, the same day I knew you were a fucking coward for hurting someone who can’t fight you back.”

“You don't know shit about me.” Your father choked on a grunt when Rafe lifted him by the collar of his shirt, damn nearly pulling him off the ground.

“Don’t I?” Rafe growled, his voice low, like thunder booming in the small room. “Because I dug, asshole. I found the files. You thought you could come to this island and pretend to be someone else? Think nobody would find you here with all of the money you owe?”

Your father froze, really froze this time. A flicker of panic rippled through his face, just beneath the blood and bruises. He didn’t say anything, but that silence said everything. Rafe pushed him back again like a bag of trash, and your father grumbled something under his breath.

Yeah, he was way too full of himself. He had never hesitated to hit you because he trained you to keep your head down and take whatever was coming your way. But he was not stupid enough to try to fight Rafe, who was bigger and much stronger than him. Your father might’ve been cruel, but he wasn’t dumb. He knew power when he saw it. And Rafe Cameron, standing there with blood on his knuckles and murder in his eyes, seemed like he could destroy everything with his bare hands.

So he, clenching his jaw and burning holes into the back of Rafe’s head, sat still.

And Rafe didn’t waste another second to finally get to you.

It might as well have been his horror dream, because you were still lying on the floor on your side, eyes open and clearly conscious, but body so limp it looked damn near lifeless. Your eyes were focused nowhere in particular, breath ragged, tears still silently rolling down the side of your face.

Rafe was not breathing when he kneeled in front of you—he was sure of it. His whole world shrank down to the fragile shape of you lying on that worn-out floor like something broken and discarded. His chest constricted so tightly it hurt watching the way your fingers twitched like you were trying to reach for something, someone, him, but couldn’t quite make it.

His hands were hovering above your body like he was afraid to touch you and make it worse. He had seen a lot of shit in his life. Drugs. Fights. Even Ward’s fists. But nothing had ever made his stomach turn like seeing you like that.

“Hey—hey, baby, it’s me.” His voice cracked right down the middle. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” Hard reached out hesitantly. He brushed the strands of your hair away from your face, making you slightly flinch from the contact and then finally focus your eyes on him. His eyes studied your face. Wetness from your tears, a clear handprint on your cheeks that was forming into a bruise, blood on your lips—the one that he kissed not even ten minutes ago.

You blinked once, twice, slow and dazed, as if you weren’t sure if he was real or some fevered hallucination pulled from the darkest corner of your pain-soaked mind.

His hands found you gently, cradling the back of your head, his thumb brushing the tear trail down your cheek, and the moment his skin touched yours, you started trembling like a leaf.

“That’s okay. You’re safe. I swear.” His hand reached for your forgotten phone, hurriedly putting it in his pocket, before he gently slid his hands under your body and scooped you into his embrace. He stood from the floor, your head lulled against his chest, and he held you closer, hoping that his hoodie could somehow warm you up. “I’m taking you home.”

Behind him, your father shifted just enough for Rafe to shoot him a look so sharp it instantly shut him up.

“Don’t.” He snapped. “Don’t even fucking breathe. You’re going to take all of your shit from this house and vanish, do you hear me? I don’t care how or where, but if I ever hear about you, I swear to God I’ll let them know your location, and they’ll do whatever they want with your pathetic ass.”

And your father, for once in his damn life, listened.

Warmth was the first thing you registered when your eyes opened. The room was quiet, dark, and unfamiliar, yet so safe, and as if on instinct, your body knew that there was no harm. This time you didn’t wake up because of a harsh voice calling your name or a loud bang against the door that made you jump up in horror—it was quiet. You were wearing a hoodie, a giant and heavy blue blanket pulled almost all the way up to your face, almost fully drowning you.

The pain wasn’t gone. Your ribs still ached, your lip still stung, but it was softer now. You managed to move slightly, instantly spotting Rafe at the other side of the bed, keeping his distance. Elbows on his knees, knuckles torn, a fresh cut scabbing over his cheekbone. His head was bowed, eyes locked on the floor, leg bounced restlessly. One hand kept dragging across the same spot on his thigh, like he needed to do something, anything, to hold himself together.

You swallowed. Your throat was raw. “Where am I?”

His head snapped up at the sudden sound of your voice. “Tanneyhill.” He said gently. “Safe. It’s just us. You passed out for a while.”

You didn’t even realize your hands were shaking again until you tried to sit up. The hoodie pooled around your waist as you moved, and Rafe immediately reached out but stopped himself, his hand hovering barely an inch from your wrist.

“Can I…?”

You nodded, and he moved towards you, helped you adjust the pillow, tucking a blanket up your side. Your eyes watered so unexpectedly, a sob coming out before you could even force yourself to hold it back. The tears came quickly, being an aftershock of everything that had happened to you. “I’m sorry—” You gasped between cries, your voice hoarse and fragile. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I—why I can’t stop—”

“Stop apologizing.” Rafe whispered, moving closer, facing you now, and placing his hands on your legs through the blanket to give you some kind of comfort. “That’s okay, baby.”

You sniffled, voice barely above a whisper. “He trapped me, Rafe. I didn’t… I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I didn’t even have money to leave. He controlled everything—what I did, where I went, and who I talked to. I thought if I just followed the rules, if I just kept my head down, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched. He leaned forward like his body couldn’t take the distance, wanting to pull you into his embrace, to keep you safe, and to try to scare all of the things that were terrorizing your poor mind away.

You looked at him, chest heaving. “I wanted to ask for help so many times, but he always made it feel like I couldn’t. Like he’d always find a way back. That even if I left, he’d show up and just kill me. And—and I don’t even understand why he tried to tie me down to him, because he didn’t love me, he didn’t want me—”

“Because he needed control, because weak men like him do that to make themselves feel better. It wasn’t your fault. Do you hear me?” His head dipped down, searching your eyes, waiting until you gave him a nod. Your hands trembled when you initiated the first contact, when you placed a palm over his hand on your knee. Rafe didn’t waste a second to take both of your hands in his warm ones, rubbing your knuckles with more softness than you could’ve ever expected.

“I have nothing. I don’t know what to do or where to go because—because I’m alone.” It came out as a whimper, your stomach tightening at your own words. “I don’t know what to do with my life.” You couldn’t resist the way your head fell forward towards his chest like it was natural. Rafe’s hand cradled the back of your head, fingers gently grazing your scalp as if in memory of the way you were held.

“You don’t have to know now. Just stay here. Eat, sleep, rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“But—”

“You don’t owe me anything. I just want you to get better. I need to make sure that you’re okay.” You pulled back after a second, blinking at him through tears, and in that moment it wasn’t the Rafe you had met many months ago. It was Rafe who picked you up because he was worried about your safety, who rumbled endlessly about things he liked while you were in his car, who couldn’t stop looking at you with soft eyes whenever he thought you didn’t notice.

So you leaned forward, just enough to press your forehead against his, trembling all over, letting your tears fall. You didn’t kiss him. You didn’t say anything because there was no need for it. Just let him hold you like you were something he couldn’t lose.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.

tags: @buzzingbey @maybankslover @rafeismyking @sendme829

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luvkyu · 9 months ago

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babygirl ( kim mingyu ) part two

synopsis : it's been a while since you and mingyu made it official. now, he's eager to take a new step with you.

content : 4.8k words, male reader, fluff/smut 18+!!, baby/babe petnames, power bottom reader, first time together, handjob (gyu doesn't last long lmao), oral, face fucking, lots of praise, consent checks, fingering, a little chest play, anal, mating press, aftercare, written w/o the use of condoms but safe sex is implied at the beginning

note : alright, i only went through this once to edit it so sorry if i missed anything. but anyways i basically always post fluff so enjoy the smut!! idk when it'll happen again!!!!

minors go away pls,, im serious lmao

part one

mingyu stared at you from across the table. his cheek was propped up against his hand and his back was slouched. he watched your eyes in fascination. they were locked on your laptop screen, darting here and there while your hands typed away. your eyebrows kept furrowing again and again, which mingyu found amusing to watch.

the two of you had taken things pretty slowly with your new relationship. being friends first, it took some time to get used to things and relearn how you fit together. if you were honest, you couldn't believe you hadn't seen mingyu's feelings for you sooner. his continued patience and understanding made you realize just how invested he was in you.

"i gotta get going soon. i have a lecture to get to," you finally broke the peaceful silence.

mingyu nodded, hiding the small frown on his lips. he knew you'd have to go eventually.

"okay, that's fine," he replied. "could i come over tonight?"

you finally looked up from your computer to see mingyu gazing at you with hope flickering in his eyes.

"sure, yeah. i didn't have any plans so that sounds great. we can watch a movie or play games or something if you want."

mingyu nodded and looked down at his hands.

"..well, i meant could i stay the night?" he clarified. you watched him play with his fingers, a shy smile on his lips. you quietly laughed to yourself. he was too cute.

"are you asking me if we can have sex tonight?"

mingyu's eyes went wide. he looked around to make sure no one in the coffee shop heard you.

"don't say it so carelessly!"

you chuckled again, "you're the one who brought it up!"

"yeah, but i was trying to be subtle," he whispered as he tried to hide his own laughter.

"mingyu, we've literally already talked about sex. and we already went to the doctor together."

"well, yeah, but it hasn't happened yet.. we only talked about being safe and.. about what we like," he said bashfully, "and i didn't wanna make you uncomfortable if it's not the right time yet."

you looked back at your computer, blushing.

"..why are you so sweet?" you muttered. mingyu's smile grew as he watched the pink tint on your cheeks darken.

"i really don't mind waiting. i just wanted to ask y-"

"babe," you stopped him. "i'll see you at my place tonight."

you didn't think you'd ever seen mingyu smile so big. his pretty canines showed before he looked down at his hands again.

you started to pack your things and stand up with your bag over your shoulder. you leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss.

"text me whatever time works for you?" he asked as you began to part from him.

"i will. see you later, gyu."

an eager smile curved on mingyu's lips as he walked to your front door. he could feel his steps speeding up involuntarily, excited by just the thought of seeing you.

he knocked a couple times on your door, but it remained closed, and he couldn't hear any movement from inside either. he double checked the time. it was around eight o'clock - the time you had agreed on in your texts.

confused and a little worried even, mingyu let himself into your place instead of waiting. he figured it would be unlocked - you were terrible at remembering to lock it.

"y/n?" mingyu called softly. still nothing. he frowned and walked further in search of you.

"y/nnnn.." mingyu stopped when he got to your bedroom. your room was dark, but still lowly lit with a few candles you had placed around. he smiled when he finally saw you curled up on your bed, sleeping in the hoodie that he left last time.

"dummy. why didn't you get under the covers," mingyu mumbled. he was about to get a spare blanket, but stopped when you started to stir and your eyes opened drowsily.

"oh, hi baby," you greeted quietly upon seeing him. mingyu grinned at you, moving to sit on the other side of the bed. "sorry, i drifted off after i took a shower earlier," you explained.

mingyu just shook his head at the apology. he got settled beside you, sitting and just staring at you with a smitten smile. he looked at the hoodie that draped over your shoulders and torso, then the thin shorts that laid underneath.

"looks good on you," he complimented as he tugged on the bottom of the hoodie. his hand slowly let go and trailed down to your thigh instead, mesmerized by you.

he watched you then stand up to stretch a bit after your accidental nap. you stretched your arms up and stood on your tip-toes, letting out a quiet groan. mingyu couldn't look away. the hoodie lifted just over your lower stomach and your leg muscles flexed.

"god," mingyu muttered, "you drive me crazy.." he was sure his ears were completely red by now, and he could feel some heat begin to rush toward his crotch. he felt pathetically desperate.

"what?" you asked while letting your arms fall back to your sides. you were still a little out of it, sleepy and cloudy eyed. mingyu flopped down onto the pillows with a heavy sigh.

"i'm just.. really into you."

you smiled and got back on the bed, climbing onto mingyu's lap to straddle him. his head instantly jerked up as his eyes went wide.

"good thing i'm your boyfriend then, huh?" you teased, sifting your hands through his hair. mingyu could only nod and look up at you.

you could tell from the way his mouth drifted open just the slightest bit that he was dying for a kiss. the look in his eyes was growing more impatient by the second. you slowly leaned down, your torsos pressing against each other, and let your lips hover over his. you stayed in place for a minute to enjoy the view of your boyfriend underneath you. before your lips could touch at all, you sat back up straight on his lap. mingyu groaned helplessly.

"y/nnn.." he complained.

"hm?"

mingyu let out a huff of air and stared at the ceiling.

"what is it, baby?"

"..i don't know how much longer i can stay like this," he admitted. he continued to stare at the ceiling to avoid your eyes.

a small smirk formed on your face as you started moving your hips against his. you went slow, watching mingyu's face change in pleasure. his own hips lifted upwards just the tiniest bit in an embarrassing need for more. his hands shifted from your thighs to your backside, trying to urge you to move faster.

"better?" you asked.

"mm.." mingyu didn't know if he meant yes or no, he could barely form words in his head let alone out loud.

you looked down at his grey sweatpants and moved a little faster. seeing his erection fighting against the fabric of his pants made your mind foggy.

mingyu let out a quiet moan when your hands slid beneath his t-shirt and gently moved along his chest. your hands were a little cold, it made his stomach tense up and his mouth fall open a bit more. when your fingers barely missed his nipples, the faintest whimper escaped his lips. you smiled at the reaction.

"sorry, gyu. you're just really cute all worked up like this."

mingyu tried to ignore the blush creeping up on his cheeks again.

"..keep going, please."

you smiled at the breathy words you finally got out of him. your hips were moving faster with his now, grinding against each other at a matched speed. mingyu's gaze kept going to you, watching almost in awe. seeing the tent in your shorts was getting him all the more worked up.

your hands soon traveled back down his chest and waist before settling firmly on his clothed cock. mingyu felt his heart skip a beat, meeting your eyes again.

"can i?" you asked. mingyu instantly nodded, causing you to pull the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down. you took his wet length in your hand and started stroking. he finally gave up and let his head completely fall back onto his pillow, mouth agape and letting all his softest sounds out. maybe he'd been waiting for this longer than he realized.

"just like that.." mingyu's voice was quiet. he shut his eyes as he breathed heavily and enjoyed the attention he was getting. before he knew it, he was thrusting into your hand, losing the embarrassment he'd felt earlier.

you could tell mingyu was close already. from the way his eyebrows furrowed, to the way his fingers curled tightly around the hemline of your shorts, to the way his dick twitched and throbbed as you kept pumping him faster. you found it cute how quickly he could get off when it was you handling him.

"almost there, baby?" you asked, watching some of his pre slide down your fingers.

"g-god, yes..!"

you worked your hand faster around him, bringing your other hand down to fondle his balls. you leaned over him again to finally give him the kiss he'd been wanting. your lips moved sloppily, both of you still focused on the handjob you were giving.

you then pulled away from his mouth and looked down at him with a drunken smile.

"gonna be a good boy and cum for me?"

it was over for mingyu the second he heard those words leave your mouth. he wasn't even able to utter some kind of verbal answer. his back arched and he let out a loud moan as ropes of cum shot onto his stomach, some dribbling down your hands.

you watched mingyu's stomach rise and fall with his unsteady breathing. his groans died down with his high before your hand finally came to a stop. mingyu couldn't speak, he could only close his eyes and try to catch his breath. you smiled proudly while you unmounted his legs and watched the cum seep into his white t-shirt.

"sorry i should've taken your shirt off, gyu."

mingyu shook his head while sitting up. "it's just a shirt," he replied as he smiled and took your face in his hands, kissing you deeply.

"i can't stop smiling," he whispered, his beaming smile forcing him to stop kissing you. "still wanna keep going?"

you nodded and resumed kissing in what became a messy make-out. mingyu shakily began discarding his sweatpants and boxers, followed by his your hoodie. your hands traveled to his waist and under his shirt again before taking it off completely. he got chills as he felt you pull the shirt over his head, and then admire his tanned skin and perfect muscles.

"you're so pretty, baby," you complimented. you kneeled in between his legs as he sat on your bed. he looked up at you with blushing cheeks while your hands went through his wavy locks.

mingyu's hands caressed your legs, the two of you just gazing at each other in content. his hands ran up and down your thighs again before sneaking up your shorts. his brows twitched upwards in intrigue when he realized you weren't wearing anything underneath the thin piece of clothing.

"no underwear?"

you shook your head, "i figured it'd just slow us down."

mingyu laughed quietly at that response. you certainly weren't wrong. he slid your shorts down and finally laid eyes on your naked form. you continued to look down at him until noticing his longing stare at your half hard length.

"what is it, gyu?"

mingyu swallowed hard. he looked up at you with eyes you'd never seen from him.

"can i suck you?"

your dick immediately jumped at such a question. you mumbled some inaudible curse word and nodded, watching your boyfriend's attention go right back to your cock as he began to stroke you slowly.

you let out small sighs and moans as you watched him become entranced in what he was doing. before long, his mouth hovered over your cock as he looked up at you, as if asking for permission again.

"go ahead, baby."

mingyu smiled before taking you in his mouth. he didn't start slow either. he took as much of you down his throat as he could, tongue massaging your skin.

"fuck-!" you felt your body take a screenshot. your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you knelt in front of him.

you had never seen mingyu like this before. his attention was completely fixed on pleasing you. his eyelids looked heavy and he seemed to just keep moving his head faster. before you knew it, you could hear the wet sounds of his mouth and see some saliva slide down his chin.

"holy shit, mingyu," you moaned as your mouth fell agape. you could feel your hips start to snap forward, but you stopped yourself. you pushed mingyu's hair back, bringing him to look up at you again as he deep throated you.

"fuck, that's good.." your head fell back as you closed your eyes and let him work you. all his pretty, muffled moans paired with the lewd sounds of his mouth on your drenched cock would sooner than later be enough to break you.

mingyu pulled off of your dick after another second. his eyes drooped closed as he sat back and tried to breathe.

"you okay, baby?"

mingyu nodded, "just need a second."

"okay, take your time," you comforted.

you decided to take a rest as well. despite mingyu's otherworldly blowjob, your knees were starting to kill you from kneeling in the same spot. you moved to sit on the edge of your bed and propped yourself up with your hands. your cock still stood tall, glistening with mingyu's saliva.

after a minute, you felt mingyu's weight shift on the mattress. you turned to see him getting off of your bed and instead get in front of you on the floor. he gave you a mischievous smile and leveled himself with your crotch.

"babe," mingyu started, "you know you can fuck my face right?" he smiled again when your dick twitched at the question. he slowly started to take you in his mouth again, all while keeping intense eye contact with you.

"..are you sure?" you asked. mingyu nodded, taking you deeper.

"shit." you tangled your hands in his hair again and watched your cock disappear into his mouth. "just tap out if it becomes too much, okay?"

mingyu only moaned in response. he closed his eyes as you began to thrust into him. if you were honest, you were afraid of hurting him, but he seemed perfectly fine. excited even. you looked down at him with cloudy eyes and mouth fallen open yet again. the bed started to move and creak quietly as your thrusts quickened. you tightened your grip on his hair and let out a loud moan at the feeling of your cock hitting the back of his throat.

"fuck, you're taking me so well, gyu.." you were getting way too close, and you knew he could feel it. you pulled out of his mouth and let go of his hair while giving him a soft smile. mingyu didn't waste any time though. his hand instantly went to your leaking cock and started pumping you.

you fell back a bit onto the mattress, eyebrows knitting together and hips bucking up into his hand. you came with a loud groan and a yell of his name. you couldn't bother to worry about where your cum landed, you just let your boyfriend finish you off.

mingyu stood up with a proud smile and hovered over your laying body, giving you a short kiss. he then went off to your bathroom and came back with a wet rag to clean both of yourselves up.

"babe," you called softly. mingyu met your eyes as he wiped your body down.

"hm?"

"if i had known you could suck dick like that.."

mingyu chuckled. "what? you would've locked it in with me years ago?"

you laughed and nodded. mingyu couldn't help but blush. he stood in front of you and began wiping himself down from earlier. you watched him in intrigue. he was just so perfect. when he finally looked up and caught you staring, he instantly looked away with an embarrassed smile.

"stop looking at me," he mumbled. you could've sworn you heard a faint giggle leave his lips.

"okay, sorry babygirl," you responded sarcastically.

mingyu rolled his eyes at the nickname. he turned away from you completely to hide his flustered state.

"babe, you literally just let me fuck your face. but now you get all shy when all i'm doing is looking at you?"

mingyu finally turned back to give you a side eye. he huffed dramatically and set the rag down before joining you back on your bed, laying beside you.

"and it might be your first and last from me if you're not careful."

you laughed before pressing your lips into a thin line, showing him they were 'zipped'. mingyu nodded in approval.

"in all seriousness," you began again, "that really was amazing. i'm sorry it took us so long to do this kind of stuff. i just.. i like going slow."

mingyu shook his head, "don't apologize. i'd wait even longer for you. i want you to feel comfortable with me.. and safe with me."

you rolled over a little to face him better. your hand reached over to cup his cheek, thumb grazing over his skin. his eyes were locked on yours as his lips stretched into another idiotic smile.

"i've never known a man like you, gyu."

mingyu felt every part of him tingle. he leaned in to connect your lips again. your kisses started off slow and soft, as if pouring out every emotion you had for each other. but each kiss got more intense and sensual. he slowly climbed on top of you as your tongues met messily.

as he hovered over you, you realized he looked even bigger and broader this way. his arms flexed and his hair fell out of place, his pretty skin glistened with the finest layer of sweat, and his knee settling in between your legs was getting more and more dangerous.

mingyu stopped kissing you after realizing you were a little distracted. he continued to hover over you with concerned eyes.

"are you okay?"

"hm? yes! sorry.. was just, um.."

his hand came up to gently hold your cheek. "what is it?"

you smiled, "i was just admiring you."

"ah, i see," mingyu chuckled. "you were checking out how hot your boyfriend is, right?"

you rolled your eyes at him. although he was right on the money, he was still a dork. you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and brought him back down to keep kissing you.

his lips started to travel down from your lips to your neck, his knee finally pushing up against your dick. your mouth fell open at the feeling. mingyu could've sworn he even heard the faintest whine manage to escape from you, and it just about drove him insane. he didn't bother to keep going slow, he chose a spot on your neck to suck and bite while his knee rubbed against your cock.

by the time you were fully hard again, your whimpers and heavy breaths were fueling mingyu's ego completely. he moved your legs to hook around his waist before crashing back into your lips as if he'd been starving for them. his hands caressed around your hips and down to your ass.

"you have lube right?" he asked with staggered breaths. you nodded and pointed to the drawer of your nightstand, to which he left the warmth of your leg lock to reach for.

you watched him pour the lube onto his fingers before bringing his hand down to your backside. he carefully began to spread the substance around before inserting a finger.

"is this still okay?" he asked softly. you couldn't stop the moan that left your lips. and if that didn't answer his question, you still nodded and managed to utter out a 'keep going' in between the sighs of pleasure.

mingyu's lips were on yours again before you knew it. his body felt warm and safe, and the constant, loving kisses as he took his time working you open added a level of intimacy that you didn't think you'd felt before.

you realized that your eyes had been closed for a while. you finally opened them to meet mingyu's gaze. he smiled at you, giving you another kiss. he had three fingers in you now, scissoring and thrusting as he soothingly rubbed the skin of your thigh with his free hand.

"i'm gonna keep stretching you. just let me know when you're good, baby," mingyu said again. you nodded while his lips traveled back down to your neck. you could see his dick hovering over your own. it made your stomach turn in excitement.

mingyu pulled his fingers away from your stretched hole, about to add more lube when you spoke up.

"..i'm good now, gyu."

mingyu looked at you, "are you sure? i can prep you more."

you only shook your head and gave him a dazed smile. you watched his composure straighten out as he grabbed the lube again to start coating his cock. a dumb, eager, smitten smile was stuck on his face again, but you still found it adorable. how someone so impossibly hot could also be so disgustingly cute was beyond you.

"you look so good like this, gyu," you complimented. you rested your arms over your head as you watched him stroke himself. he was getting all flustered again.

"are you seriously talking about me when i have you laying under me like this? all spread out and ready for my cock."

alright, he clocked you.

"..shit, don't talk like that, i might cum on the spot."

"noted." he kissed you one more time and lined himself up with your entrance. your legs naturally wrapped around him again before he began to enter you. his eyes instantly shut as he bit his lip in an effort to hold back his groans. he then took both of your hands and raised them above your head, tightly intertwining your fingers against the sheets.

he stopped to let you adjust before looking at you with glossy eyes. "still okay?"

you nodded quickly in response. squeezing his hands in yours, you lifted your head up to kiss him passionately. it was in that moment that it really hit you - mingyu may be your baby, but he was still a hunk who was realistically much stronger than you.

"keep going, baby," you told him. "you're doing so good for me."

a small moan left mingyu's lips as he let his hips snap forward a little too much. his forehead fell into the curve of your neck, his cock a little more than halfway into you now.

"..you feel so good," he whimpered into your skin.

your staggered breathing filled his ears as he tried to keep still, scared of hurting you if he pushed into you any further. you kept whispering praises to him as you let go of his hands and instead began to caress his arms and back.

"you can keep moving, gyu. i'm okay."

he didn't need to be told again. he looked down and watched as his cock disappeared all the way inside you. he smiled when he earned a guttural moan from you.

"..that's it, baby," you mumbled, voice a little weak.

mingyu finally began to steadily slide in and out of you. he littered kisses all along your neck and down to your chest by your collarbones.

"fuck, that's good, gyu.. faster."

you heard a grunt from him as he gripped the sheets and started to pound into you. the quick change from gentle to rough made your mouth fall agape for the nth time that night. your legs became weak, falling wider to the sides around mingyu.

you could feel the bed moving with him, his thrusts just getting harder and rougher. you let your head fall back as more moans spilled out. the veins in his arms were popping and his pecs bounced with every thrust. you let your hands wander to his chest, squeezing as you fell into a trance. he looked down at your hands and smirked.

"like my chest, baby?"

you could barely put a sentence together. you just nodded and kept touching him as he fucked you.

mingyu soon needed more of you. he paused to move your legs, bending them up against your body and hooking them over his shoulders. the stretch made you choke out a whimper as he resumed his thrusts.

"m-mingyu..!"

he smirked again as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. "what? you like when i fuck you silly like this?" he taunted between grunts.

you nodded frantically, muttering out 'yes's under your breath. your eyes were glassed over, mouth still hanging and hole clenching around him. the sounds of skin slapping and your bed beginning to creak again just drove mingyu to go harder.

"right there-!" you suddenly yelled out just as you saw stars. "right there, baby!"

both of your moans filled the bedroom, mingyu drilling into your prostate. you met his eyes - his gaze was intense. but you couldn't hold the contact for much longer. soon, your eyes rolled back up to just stare at the ceiling, fucked out.

"pretty boy.. can't even look at me. am i making you feel that good?"

his words sent chills down your body as you sputtered out more 'yes's and 'don't stop's. mingyu was quite proud of himself, to say the least. you were always the one teasing him and babying him. but now, here you were, a moaning mess underneath him.

he leaned down closer to you, making your legs burn from the stretch, then managed to take your throbbing cock in his hand.

"y/n- fuck.. i'm gonna cum soon," mingyu groaned out.

"mmh.. me too," your voice almost sounded broken from the pleasure. you held onto his shoulders, hands sliding over his back and leaving reddening scratch marks.

the sound of mingyu's moans got louder and heavier as he chased his high. he continued to fuck you into the sheets, but his hips began to stutter with how close he was getting.

he pulled out with a sly smirk and started jerking himself. your legs fell back down as his eyes locked onto yours.

"let's cum together, yeah?" he prompted.

your jaw hung open as he took your leaking cock in his hand and joined it against his own, stroking both of you at an increasingly fast pace. you couldn't decide where to keep your eyes - mingyu's lewd face or your cocks being pumped together.

mingyu's orgasm hit with the longest moan you'd heard from him yet. you started to finish with him, humping up into his hands as your mixed cum landed across your body and the sheets beneath you.

he kept stroking until your climaxes subsided, leaning down to kiss you softly before falling beside you on the bed. you closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing while mingyu reached over to get the rag from earlier. he wiped you down once again, cleaning you the best he could.

"don't worry about it, babe. we can just go clean up in the shower," you stopped him. mingyu nodded and gave you another kiss on your cheek instead. you laughed quietly at the smile he couldn't wipe off his face.

"sorry," he laughed with you as he covered his mouth. "i keep smiling too much."

"no, i like when you smile. just confirms that you like me."

he scoffed and looked over at you. "as if we didn't know that already."

pulling you in toward his body, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head. your legs tangled together as you hugged him tightly. he let out a satisfied sigh while gently caressing your back, then looked down at you.

"shower now?"

"yes please." you left his embrace and got up from your bed. you started to trudge to the bathroom, but mingyu rushed up to follow behind you.

"wait, wait, wait," he squeaked out as he caught up to you. you stopped in the doorway of the bathroom to look at him in confusion.

"what is it?"

mingyu blushed. "nothing. just wanted to stay with you."

you shook your head at him, although he didn't miss the stupid grin that grew across your cheeks.

"you're such a baby, gyu."

he turned the water on before moving closer to you, hovering just over your lips.

"babygirl, right?" he asked.

you laughed and kissed him, "mhm."

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chenlezip · 6 months ago

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first time with dreamies

⤷ summary : how your first time with dreamies goes.

warning : fluff but mixed with smut sorta, there’s nothing really wrote out but it’s hinting to it so.. will be a read more added.

MARK LEE :

“Fuck, I’ve never— I’ve never done this before—“ “That’s fine. We can take it slow. It’s all about you, okay?” Mark reassured you lightly as he placed your back against the mattress. You felt comfortable with him obviously but you just were so nervous about having sex with him for the first time time - especially since he was experienced and you weren’t. Your fingers were gently playing with his tshirt, you avoided eye contact.

He could tell you were too in your mind - overthinking so much. He shook his head and tilted your head up so he could meet your eyes, “You’re thinking too much..” He whispered. You sigh, “I-It’s just your experienced and I’m—“

He quickly shut you up by pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I don’t care, this is about us, not my past. That doesn’t matter. Just tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

HUANG RENJUN :

“If it’s too much, tell me. I don’t want you being overwhelmed okay? And I don’t want you forcing yourself to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Renjun explained, he could see that you were nervous. God, it was written all over your face. It was worse that you couldn’t even spit it out to him that you were comfortable- you were very comfortable with him.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry I’m like this.” You look down, playing with your fingers and Renjun just chuckled, “Shush, don’t apologise about something that isn’t your problem. I’d wait forever if it meant that you’d be comfortable enough for this.”

“I’m comfortable.. I just..” “Not the right timing, hm? Don’t worry. We’ll take our time.”

LEE JENO :

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready…” Jeno murmurs, and you shake your head, arms only tightening around his neck. “I’m ready. And I trust you,” You whisper, pulling him down for a kiss by the nape of his neck. He hummed in response and smiled, pulling back so he could look at you properly. He moved between your legs, “Yeah?” he murmured, voice so low it was almost lost between you two. He lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb gently across your cheek, “Yeah.” You whisper.

Jeno moved his hands down to your waist, taking a gentle grip and moving your hips closer to his, “Tell me if I hurt you, alright, pretty?”

LEE HAECHAN :

“I don’t know if I can do this.” “That’s okay. We don’t have to do this. You want to cuddle instead?” Haechan suggested, he didn’t want to force you into anything you didn’t want to do. That would be the last thing he would do on earth. That offer made something in your chest unclench; relief, gratitude, love even.. you felt yourself getting choked up.

Haechan reached for your hand, his fingers curling around yours with such tenderness. “I mean it, seriously, we do not have to do this. I’d hate to ever put you in a situation that makes you uncomfortable when I want the best for you- for us. C’mon, put something nice on.” He chuckled as he moved you to his side, placing your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, hyuck.”

NA JAEMIN :

You let out an unrestrained whimper and then slap a hand over your mouth, your cheeks reddening in embarrassment, and jaemin just chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your blushing cheek. “Don’t be shy baby, it’s normal to let noises out like that when you feel good, ‘kay?” He continued rubbing small circles to your inner thigh, gripping tightly once again which made you whine and buck your hips.

He loved seeing you like this, he had to bite his lip and control the thoughts swirling around his head, reminding himself that you’re new to this and to not put you through so much already.

ZHONG CHENLE :

“I’m so embarrassed—” “It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. It’s a safe space, okay?” Your boyfriend mumbled as he held you tightly against him, his voice calming to you. You tried to cover yourself up but Chenle took your hands and pinned them up against your head, “Don’t hide yourself. You’re beautiful..” He whispered, placing soft kisses from your lips trailing down to your collarbone.

“You’re so, so perfect..” He continued, moving further down to your chest. You blushed, looking down at him as you moved a hand to his hair, “Le..”

PARK JISUNG :

“Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” Jisung pleaded with you as he threw his head back, a whimper exiting his lips. You gulp, watching him with dazed eyes as you made sure he felt comfortable and that you were doing things right. Jisung helped you through it, you stroked his thigh and leaned in closer to where he wanted you the most. “Mhm..” He hummed, slipping further down the chair he was sat in.

You smile at the male, “let me know if i don’t do something right, okay? want you to feel good..” you whisper.

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thisapplepielife · 7 days ago

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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Learning Something New

There's actual sand on the gym floor. Coach Johnson is going to lose his fucking mind when he sees it.

The prom theme being Life's a Beach wasn't what Steve expected, but he also didn't expect to actually go to prom ever again. But here he sits. Already graduated, feeling distinctly uncool.

He's the oldest person here that's not a sponsor, and that's just depressing. No, wait. There's Eddie Munson. He's definitely older than Steve, but at least he's still in school. Steve's not sure which wins the loser race: A graduate coming back to go to prom, or failing your senior year twice.

They both suck.

"What's Eddie Munson doing at prom?" Robin asks, like she can read his mind. She probably can.

"Who knows?" Steve answers, watching as Chrissy Cunningham approaches him, and fusses with his collar. Steve didn't even know they knew each other.

"She's so pretty," Robin sighs.

"She is," Steve agrees. He approves of this crush much more than Tammy Thompson.

And if Munson brought Chrissy to prom so she wouldn't get back together with Carver, well, Steve thinks that's an upgrade. At least Munson's not an asshole to girls. He's loud, crass, and definitely weird, but Steve's never seen anything to make him think she'd be unsafe with him as her date.

Chrissy's president of the prom committee, which is all Robin's talked about ad nauseam. Vickie, Chrissy, Vickie, Chissy. She's more girl crazy than he is these days. He's given up. He's blown through the entire eligible bachelorette population of Hawkins. None of them are what he wants. There's no spark.

So, here he sits with his lesbian best friend, at a prom he's too old to attend. King Steve, off the throne, but still loitering around the high school gym. Pathetic.

There's a bustling off in the corner of the bleachers, and up on the platform the pep band uses, a band is being set up. Eddie Munson has one foot up on the railing as he tries to help the smaller guy pull up cables.

Then, Munson shifts, and both feet are off the bleachers.

Steve can see what's gonna happen from a mile away, and starts moving. Lifeguard once, lifeguard always.

One good tug, and Munson's overboard. Steve can't catch him, but he breaks his fall. Steve's ass hits first, Munson landing on top of him. Their heads cracking together, noses smashing against each other so hard it makes Steve's eyes water.

Fucking hell. That's what he gets for helping. No good deed goes unpunished.

"Oomph," Eddie breathes out, and the heads of the other band members pop over the wall.

"Oh shit," one of them says.

"Way to go, Harrington. We thought he was a goner for sure!"

"Oh my god, I thought you were dead!" Chrissy says, Robin at her side.

They aren't dead. But they are tangled in a heap on the ground. Eddie Munson is all knees and elbows. There's a very pointy hip bone poking Steve in the thigh.

"You good," Steve asks, his hand hovering over Eddie's back, and then he pats him once, sportsmanlike.

"Knocked the wind out of me," Eddie breathes out, "but I'm great."

Then, he's laughing hysterically.

Steve's confused.

"What?"

Eddie shakes his head, "Nothing. Nothing, Harrington."

Chrissy helps Eddie up, and Steve watches as the band finishes setting up without further incident. Chrissy must have gotten them the prom gig. That's why Eddie Munson is at prom. It suddenly makes a lot more sense.

Once he's convinced nobody's gonna die, he heads back to the table. Robin lingers near Chrissy, and he's really, truly unsurprised.

A while later, Robin is making a beeline for their table.

"Oh my god, I have gossip," she says, eyes wild.

He's certain he doesn't care.

"Steve, listen to me," she says, pulling her chair as close to his as she can get it.

"What?"

She leans super close, "You were Eddie Munson's first kiss."

Steve laughs, "I was not."

But she's nodding emphatically, "Yes. I heard him talking to Chrissy."

Steve would remember kissing Eddie Munson. Or any guy, for that matter.

"Well, he's lying, when was this kiss supposed to have happened?"

Robin hits him on the shoulder, "Like twenty minutes ago, when he fell on you!"

Steve scrunches up his face. Say what? Well, maybe their lips touched. He doesn't remember that part, all he felt was the searing pain in his nose. It still aches.

"That's absurd, he can't tell people that was his first kiss," Steve says, indignant. He's suspicious of that even being true. Eddie's what, twenty years old? And never been kissed? Sure.

"It's true," she declares, and then she's gone. Huh. Okay, whatever, he supposes.

The band takes a break, and Steve sees Eddie slip out the side door, probably to go smoke.

Steve follows.

"Munson," Steve says, "you can't tell people that was your first kiss."

Eddie blanches, all the color draining from his face, and oh shit, that came out wrong. Steve didn't mean to scare him. Fuck.

"No, like, that's a pathetic kiss, I wasn't even trying," Steve tries again, and it's not helping his case.

Words are hard.

Fuck it.

He reaches forward, grabbing Eddie Munson by the neck, pulling him towards him. He presses his lips to Eddie's, with intent this time, and they give under his, plush and full. He tastes like cigarettes, and Steve feels a zing in his belly that he hasn't felt on any of the dates he's been on in months.

Oh.

Okay, then. He's learned something new.

He pulls back, and Eddie has his wrist dangling over Steve's shoulder, cigarette still lit. Eddie smiles, looking so fucking shy. He finally found something to shut Eddie Munson up. Holy shit.

Steve grins, proud of himself, snagging Eddie's cigarette. Taking a long, deep drag before exhaling up towards the sky.

Meeting Eddie's eyes again, Steve declares with confidence, "There. Now that can be your first kiss."

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linoxpudding · 6 months ago

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Spaces Between Us - Yang Jeongin

summary: a year later, after the breakup- you run into your ex again, and old feelings start to resurface

pairing: yang jeongin x reader (exes)

genre: angst, fluff, drama

fic type: written + text

P.S this is PART 3 of "prioritizing his girl bsf" au, so please read jeongin's portion in-

PART 1 and PART 2 for context!

a/n: so innie's storyline felt a bit incomplete, but @mrsminseochoi planted such a brilliant idea in my mind that gave it the closure it needed, as soon I read her comment, I just had to write it! @mrsminseochoi you're a genius! ♡

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A few months after the breakup, you get an unexpected message request. It’s from Gina.

For a moment, you just stare at your screen, debating whether to open it. Your heart pounds in your chest—what could she possibly have to say now?

Curiosity wins. With a deep breath, you tap the notification.

Your grip on your phone tightens. Your stomach twists. You knew Jeongin didn’t mean to hurt you, but reading Gina’s confession makes your chest ache all over again.

You imagine Jeongin, the man who once held your heart so gently, now crumbling behind closed doors. The thought alone sends a sharp pang through you.

But it doesn’t fix what happened. It doesn’t erase the heartbreak. But it does give you some sense of closure. You were right all along.

You don’t reply and just block Gina. There’s nothing left to say.

A year later....

Life moves on. You moved on. You focused on yourself, your career, your happiness. You keep telling yourself you're over Jeongin. That you've healed.

But fate has other plans.

It happened on a rainy evening. You enter a quiet café, shaking the cold off your coat as you wait for your drink. And then—

"Y/N?"

The voice freezes you in place. It’s soft, disbelieving, and achingly familiar.

You turn, and your eyes land on him.

Jeongin stands a few feet away, his dark eyes wide with something you can’t quite name. He looks different—his hair is slightly longer, his face sharper, but his expression… it’s the same.

It’s the way he used to look at you. Like you were his entire world.

"I… I didn’t think I’d ever see you again," he softly says approaching you.

"Yeah… It’s been a while," you reply nervously.

He steps closer, hesitant. "Can we talk?"

You don't know why you nod. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s something deeper. But soon, you’re sitting across from each other, the air between you both thick with unspoken words.

"You look good. I mean… you always did. But you look happier. Are you?" He asks with a hint of curiosity.

You pause. You like to think you're happy. But seeing him again, the memories flooding back, makes you realize you never fully stopped missing him.

"I am. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard," you said.

Jeongin’s face twists in pain. "I know. And I hate myself for what I put you through. You were right about Gina."

Your breath catches. "She reached out to me."

His eyes widen. "She did?"

You nod. "Told me how she planned it all. How she wanted me out of the picture. That you never meant to hurt me."

Jeongin exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N… I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried, I couldn’t. I lost you because I was stupid, and it’s the worst mistake I’ll ever make."

Tears prick your eyes. You want to be angry. You were angry for so long. But looking at him now, hearing the raw emotion in his voice, something in your heart shifts.

"You really hurt me, Jeongin."

Jeongin sighed, "I know. And if I could take it all back, I would."

Silence lingers between you both, filled with the sound of rain tapping against the windows.

Jeongin hesitates for a moment before asking, voice barely above a whisper, "are you...are you seeing someone else?"

You blink at the unexpected question. His fingers clench slightly against the table, his knuckles turning white. He looks like he’s bracing himself for an answer he doesn’t want to hear.

You exhale, playing with the rim of your coffee cup before replying, "Just a few dates here and there. Nothing serious."

Jeongin visibly stiffens. His jaw tightens, and he looks away for a second, exhaling through his nose, "Oh."

A small, bitter smile plays on your lips. "Jeongin, you don’t have the right to be jealous."

"I know," he sighs, rubbing his face. "I just hate the thought of someone else making you smile the way I used to."

You swallow hard. Every logical part of you tells you to walk away, to protect your heart. But your heart has never listened to logic when it comes to Jeongin.

Slowly, you reach across the table, your fingers brushing his. His breath stutters.

"I don’t know if we can ever be what we were," you confess.

"Then let’s be something new. Something better," he replies quickly, his hands tightening around you.

He looks at you like he’s afraid to move, like he’s afraid to hope.

As you’re sitting across from him, the space between you suddenly feels too large. Every part of you aches to close that gap, to feel his presence closer. Without thinking, you stand up, your movements almost trembling with anticipation. He watches, frozen, as you slide into the seat next to him. The air between you shifts, the tension thickening, and without a word, you lean in, unable to hold back any longer.

Jeongin’s eyes flutter shut as your lips meet, the kiss slow and deep, filled with everything you two never got to say. Regret, longing, love—it’s all there, crashing over you both like a wave.

When you pull away, Jeongin rests his forehead against yours, breathing shakily.

"I love you. I never stopped loving you," he says, his voice cracked slightly.

Your lips curve into a small, bittersweet smile.

"Then let’s see where this takes us," you reply.

Maybe love deserves a second chance.

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selunefae · 1 month ago

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i would really love to if you could write smut reiner as the reader's husband about him after holding back for a few months after his wife gives birth. with a lil bit lactation kink maybe?

Is it that sweet? I guess so (+18) - Reiner Braun

After months of holding back, your husband Reiner can't stay away from you any longer. You're restless and aching, and he plans to help you out.

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rating: +18, MDNI

word count: 2,272

tags: reiner braun x reader, smut, fem!reader, afab!reader, domestic fluff, dad!reiner

cw: shameless smut, fingering (female receiving), nipple paly and sucking (female receiving), PinV sex, lactation kink, big boobs, size kink if you squint

notes: I had to do a little bit of investigation for this one – I'm a 20yo woman who has never been pregnant. I hope it's accurate enough. I'm aware that first-time sex after giving birth can be painful and uncomfortable, but this is fiction and we all want to feel good, so sorry if it is a little bit unrealistic. I've never read or written any lactation kink fic, but I understand the appeal and I think that maybe I did too much... VERY messy sex is described. I write it with post-canon in mind, but I tried to make it vague enough that the setting can be anything you like. Anyways, hope you enjoy it! (English is not my first language, not beta reader, not proofread)

You roll under the weight of the blankets, arms tightening around your chest as you wince into the pillow. Your breasts ache. The baby had a weird schedule today. She refused the afternoon feeding and fell asleep earlier than usual. Your body had been ready to feed her, but after seeing her sleepy face dozing off, you hadn’t had the heart to wake her up. You shift again, legs tangled in the sheets, trying to distract yourself from the discomfort. But no matter how much you turn, no position eases the dull throb of your full, swollen breasts.

“Mm… you okay?” a deep, groggy voice murmurs beside you.

It’s your husband, Reiner. You must have woken him up from your stupid struggle.

You sigh and nod your head before remembering it’s too dark for him to see. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you whisper. “Don’t worry, go back to sleep.”

He hums, but doesn’t do as you say. Instead, he pulls you closer, one arm sliding around your waist while the other strokes your belly. “Feels like something is wrong.”

You bite your lip.

“It’s nothing, just… I’m a little bit sore,” you admit, brushing a hand over your chest in a helpless gesture. Your shirt is clinging a little too tightly, and the ache manifests again. “She… didn’t eat before bed, and now… I’m kinda… full.”

Reiner goes quiet for a second, his chest still pressed to your back, but his hand doesn't move. He shifts closer, nose deepening between your shoulder blades. When he speaks again, there’s a different edge to his voice. “I can help you.”

Your eyes flick open to the dark ceiling. “Help?”

He nuzzles into the curve of your neck, lips brushing there in a soft kiss. “Yes, let me help you,” he explains as he moves his mouth to the back of your ear. “I haven’t touched you in months. I’ve been trying to be good. I know you needed time to rest. But – fuck – I miss you.”

You stiffen.

It’s not that you don’t want him. You miss his touch, too – but your body doesn’t feel like it used to. There are new lines and softness you’re still learning to live with. Your breasts are heavier, your hips fuller. Maybe he doesn’t like the way that you look anymore.

“I…”

Despite your hesitation, he doesn’t pull away. His hands travel up, cupping you over the thin cotton of your sleep shirt. “C’mon, love. I’ll make it feel good…”

“Reiner…” you start, your voice smaller than ever. “It’s just that…”

You struggle to get the words out. Even if you’ve already accepted the idea that he might not be as attracted to you as he once was, saying it aloud feels like pressing a newly made bruise.

“What if you don’t like me anymore?”

…

Silence.

His hand drops from your chest. A heartbeat later, he pushes himself up on one elbow, and then the mattress dips as he sits fully, knees bent and body half-turned towards you.

“What?” he says, voice tight.

You keep your gaze on the sheets. You’re unable to see his face, but you don’t need to. You already know what kind of expression he has on right now: stern and serious. You feel ridiculous. Fragile. Like if you say one more word, you’ll shatter.

“Hey–hey, look at me,” his hand finds your cheek, and you flinch at the contact. “Babe, no. Don’t say that ever again. You’re beautiful. Of course I still want you. How could I not- ?”

You suck in a breath that burns in your chest. You feel the tears pickling at your eyes. The turmoil of emotions that’s been lingering for weeks finally spills out of your throat:

“You don’t even know that!” You snap, louder than you mean to. “You’re not even seeing me right now!”

He doesn’t say anything, and for a moment, you’re scared you might have done something wrong, shouting at him like that. The tears start pooling in your eyes. With a quiet shift of fabric, Reiner leans across the bed until he can touch the nightstand. You hear him moving until a warm light spills into the room.

Your breath catches.

He’s looking at you.

Really looking at you

His eyes trail up and down, from the strands of your hair fanned out on the pillow to the tip of your toes under the blanket. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. The light reveals everything: the soft curve of your waist, the stretch marks along your hips and thighs, the milk-damp fabric clinging to your breasts…You cross your arms on instinct, shielding yourself from his intense gaze.

He smirks. Not in the sharp, cocky way he used to in his youth – this one is softer. A little arrogant still, but in the way that comes from knowing exactly what he wants.

“I see my very beautiful wife lying in my bed,” he says, eyes drifting down your body again. “And she just so happens to be in a very sexy state right now.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel nice,” you mumble, trying to hide your shaky voice.

He leans down. One of his large hands wraps gently around your wrists, pulling them away from your chest. The other wipes away a tear that’s slipped down your cheek. He pins your hands softly to the bed, one on each side of your head. His breath is warm against your skin as he dips his head, lips finding the space just behind your ear. “You’ve never been more beautiful,” he whispers. “All this time, and I still can’t believe how I got you to fall in love with me.”

You exhale at that, words caught somewhere between your ribs and throat. Reiner starts pressing kisses from your ear down to your neck, slow and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. His hands move down, tracing the curves of your body through your shirt.

“I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

You nod lazily, and he doesn't waste another second.

His hands slip under your shirt, cupping your breasts fully. They’re heavy, full of milk and a little firm, but that doesn’t stop him from squeezing them with appreciation, his large hands almost big enough to cover them completely. You gasp. Your body is more sensitive than ever, and even the minimal pressure pulls sounds out of you. His fingers glide upward, feeling the few drops of warm liquid already dampening your areolas. He tweaks your nipples, and milk spurts out in response.

You feel something hard against your thigh.

“R-Reiner –”

“I’m sorry, love.” He grabs the hem of your shirt and tugs it off, eyes hungry as he finally sees everything he’s been aching for. “I’ve been wanting to do this for months.”

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and starts sucking. His other hand continues giving attention to the other breast, kneading it. He groans when the warm milk touches his tongue and instinctively begins to grind his hips against your leg. You're a moaning mess beneath him, arousal burning hot between your thighs, spreading in slow waves from your core. Your hands find his hair, fingers tangling tightly, holding him there. This is the relief you needed.

“Mm…” he moans, sucking once more before pulling back for air.

His eyes are hazy, cheeks flushed, and there’s a drop of milk slipping from the corner of his mouth; one he quickly licks away with his tongue. Then your mouths crash together. You can taste the sweet, warm liquid on his tongue as he kisses with hunger, tongues fighting for dominance and fluids mixing together. With one swift motion, he pulls down his underwear, cock springing free as the tip hits your thigh from the sudden force. He’s desperate to be inside you, but no matter how many times you’ve done this, you still need a little more prep to take him. His hand moves between your legs, cupping your cunt before he trails your lips with his middle and trigger fingers. His thumb moves to start rubbing circles over your clit, and then he presses two fingers inside of you.

“AH!” You yelp. They slide in easily, but the sensation it’s still intense, your body still getting used to the new way things feel.

He smiles against your lips and starts to move them, slow at first and faster with each passing second. Your breasts press to his chest, nipples grazing skin, adding friction to the rising pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close, needing more of everything.

“Relax, baby…” he says between kisses, fingers working in and out, in and out, in a hypnotic pace. “I’ll make you come.”

His lips leave your and return to your chest, switching to your still full tit. His mouth latches on, sucking firmly, milking you as his fingers drive into you faster and deeper. “You taste so good…”

He starts sucking with more enthusiasm when he feels your walls clench, and with one flick of your clit, you come.

You let out a loud moan, back arching as your pussy spasms around him. A clear, wet gush coats his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. Your nails dig into his back. At the same time, milk spills freely from your nipples, streaking down your chest and spattering Reiner’s face. You look up at him and –

God, he looks wrecked.

His body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, your release glistening down his arms, and drops of white sizzling down his lips and chin. You’ve never imagined he could look this hot all soaked between your fluids.

The sigh somehow, even though you just came, makes you feel heated up again. You reach for him and start to lick and kiss him all over his face, the mix of his salty sweat and your sweet milk a delicious combination. Your hands find his heavy cock and you start stroking,

“Eager, are we?” he teases, voice hoarse and smiling against your temple.

You’re not in the mood to pout and play, so without a word, you guide his length to your entrance, still slick and sensitive. Then, he sinks into you in one smooth, desperate thrust.

Your eyes roll back at the sudden pressure.

You can feel everything – every thich inch, every throb of his cock. He’s filling you to the brim, the swollen head prodding your cervix. Your body trembles from the stretch, from how perfectly full you feel.

“Fuck, you’re so hot… so beautiful,” he murmurs, hands sliding all over your body. He caresses your waist, your hips, the back of your thighs. He touches you like he’s rediscovering you, like every inch of your body is something worth worship. You whine softly, hips twitching, impatient.

He’s not moving.

You meet his eyes, wide and pleading, the kind of look you know he can’t resist. “Please…”

“Please what?” he growls, lowering his hands to your ass and giving a firm squeeze. He wants to hear you say it.

“Please… fuck me.”

And that’s all he needs.

With a deep groan, he grabs your ass with both hands, lifting your hips slightly and angling them just right, and then starts moving.

The first few thrusts are slow and careful. He’s trying to be gentle, trying to give you time after all these months. But with the way your eyes roll back, your tongue slips past your lips, and the sounds that escape your throat, he can’t hold back for long. Before you know it, he’s fucking you deep and hard, each thrust powerful and hungry, dragging moans from both of you. The headboard bumps faintly with his rhythm, and the room soon fills with the sounds of skin meeting skin.

“God, baby – fuck – I love you,” he groans, burying his face in your neck. “I love every inch of you. I love your pretty face, the sound of your voice… and how this sweet cunt feels around me.”

You moan loudly at his words, arousal spiking even higher. Your fingers clutch the sheets, trying to ground yourself in something real, but it’s all too much. The sight of his body above you, the scent of his skin, the stretch of his cock inside you, it drowns every thought on your mind.

All your previous worries fade away.

“R-Reiner, I’m gonna –” you gasp, the pressure building again, much more intense this time.

He kisses you, muffling your cries, and one of his hands slips between your bodies. He starts rubbing your clit, syncing his rhythm to every thrust.

“That’s it, angel,” he pants, “come for me.”

!!!

Your orgasm crushes into you in violent waves. Your whole body shakes as your walls clamp down around him. You moan into his mouth, thighs trembling, nipples sensitive and tingling. Reiner groans and pulls out just in time, stroking himself with one hand while the other keeps playing with your clit. He finishes over your stomach, thick ropes of cum spilling across your skin.

You both stay like that for a moment. Sweaty, messy, and spent. You’ve never felt more release in months, and your body hums with contentment. Your eyes flutter closed on their own, and you have to fight to keep them open.

“I’ll clean you up,” you hear Reiner say. He strokes your cheek with one of his hands. “You rest.”

You barely notice the mattress shift as he slips out of bed. Your body sinks into a deep slumber, and you can finally rest.

Satisfied and with no aches.

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walpu · 1 year ago

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pre-relationship stage with them

characters - Gepard, Aventurine notes- gn!reader, pining, light angst but mostly fluffy, a bit of hurt/comfort. I love blonde preservation men okay. no beta we die like the economy also this was written before 2.1 but I still think I kinda nailed it

Gepard

Poor poor Geppie.

He pines so much. Treats his love for you like a tender flower. His feelings for you is something so precious to him, he's happy to simply be in love with a person like yourself.

I feel like this poor man willd try so much to do everything for you without giving away how deeply he cares and how intense his feelings are.

"Aw, lil' Geppie, you care about y/n so much!"

"I- I do not. I mean, of course I do! But- There's nothing surprising about it. After all, it's my duty as a Captain to care about every citizen. And, of course, it's my duty as a friend to care about y/n.

Sure, Gepard. Sure.

He would never say something like this to your face though. After all, he simply can't lie to you.

Oh but how he adores you. His face literally lights up when he sees you, the most gentle smile blooms on his face when he watches you doing even the most trivial task.

Tries to act like his usual self around you but it's pretty evident to everyone that you're his weak spot.

Would gently scold you if you would ever put yourself in danger or break any rules.

If you get seriously hurt, would actually lose his mind. Would blame himself even if the situation has nothing to do with him. Beats himself up, asks for your forgiveness and does his best to help you.

Despite the popular belief that he would prioritize his work over his beloved, I don't think it's true. Sure, he takes his duties seriously, but he would always find time for you. Would make sure to see you at least two times a weak, would answer your texts and calls. If you need him, would certainly be right by your side. Even if it means he would have to work overtime later.

Tease him a bit and he's all red. Doesn't try to stop you though, secretly adores your attention.

Would be oblivious to the fact that you like him back. Like. Really dense about it.

He's just so used to giving, to protecting, he simply doesn't expect anything in return. He has silently accepted the fact that you may never love him back, but he will be there for you regardless of it, no matter what.

Plus, he feels like he may not be the one for you. Like you need someone who doesn't have to constantly put their life in danger, who can always be by your side, who won't break your heart. Because he's painfully aware that each fight may actually be his last. That he may not come back to you.

Speaking of that. He would make sure to say a proper goodbye to you before every battle or expedition. Nothing too sappy or depressing, he doesn't want to make you worry, after all. Would probably tell you to take care of yourself, to sleep well and to eat healthy food lol. He really just wants to make sure that he got to see you before heading straight into the battle.

If you're a Silvermane guard as well, would restrict himself even more, not wanting to use his position or to be pushy. However, would still be worried sick, even more so. Would still talk to you before every battle, asking almost begging you to be careful.

Loves giving you head pats.

Generally the goodest boy. Just make sure to make the first move because otherwise he would be satisfied with just being your loyal puppy.

Aventurine

Good lord.

This man is such a mess.

Be ready for a mindfuck but not because he's manipulative towards you or something like that but because there's so many layers of trauma in him.

You have to be patient with him okay.

I feel like pre-relationship stage would be so confusing to him. He had flings in the past, okay? Short ones, meaningless. Something to distress, to feel another person's touch, to feel some sort of connection, no matter how shallow it is. He knew he uses those people and that those people use him in return. Not once he asked them to be gentle or caring.

But with you it's so different. Doesn't matter if your relationship started sexually and developed into something more or if it was mostly platonic/slow since the beginning. He still feels something. And he's not sure if he likes it.

Sometimes it feels so good to be seen, to be addressed as a person, not just as a tool. But sometimes it scares him. After all, this man hasn't been vulnerable with anyone for a long, long time.

I'm sorry but I feel like he would try to pull away from you a bit after realizing how much you actually mean to him.

Oh but he will crumble if you reach out to him, okay? He simply can't ditch you like that, not when you see him for him and want him for him.

Even if it's scary.

Would slowly relax around you. Don't expect him to open up easily but still, the more time you spend together, the more his cocky mask will slip away.

Will randomly and out of the blue tell you small details about his past. You two may walk down the street together and he will see something that reminds him of Sigonia so he will share this memory with you.

It may be the smallest thing but it means a lot to him that you listen. Even this tiny moments of vulnerability are hard for him.

On the more positive note, he's so fun to be around. Would tease you and cling to you all of the time. If you tease him back, he would pretend to be offended but would actually enjoy the playful banter a lot.

Just don't tease him too much about him becoming more and more clingy with each passing day.

Spoils you rotten. New clothes, jewelry, watches, shoes, anything you may want or need. He still can't quite get rid of this idea that you have to be convenient for someone to be valuable. It's not like he's trying to buy your love but... Maybe subconsciously he does. Once again, be patient. This man is so used to the fact that all of his alliances are build on mutual benefit that it's still hard to accept that you're really here for him.

Spoiler even when he will feel more stable in your relationship and his mindset will turn more healthy, gift giving will still remain one of his love languages.

Just like Gepard, would care greatly about your safety. He may be careless about his own life but never with yours.

Loves, loves, loves physical contact. As I said before, gets very clingy, putting his arm over your shoulder or tugging on your sleeve. If he's feeling down, would crawl to you side and subtly brush his shoulder against yours or lean to your side. He may still have his confident smile but those small gestures show that he wants you to be the one holding him this time.

Invades your personal space a lot actually. Texts you constantly too lmao.

LOVES SILLY NICKNAMES. Would call you his dearest darling in the sweetest voice during the most inappropriate time and then laugh at your reaction. Would settle for something more casual like "baby" when he's not trying to be a pain in the ass. Still tries to play it off as something teasing. Deep down yearns to call you this without having to pretend that this is just a playful banter between two friends.

Oh and he would dance around the topic of dating, throwing hints but never having the courage to ask openly. So good luck with him.

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine x reader #gepard #gepard landau #hsr gepard #gepard x reader #walp's writing

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tobyisave · 7 months ago

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acting lessons

this is for my chapter 5 au... I tried to compose a toxic doomed yaoi saiouma essay in the tags just now but it went over the tag limit (mortifying) so I'm just going to paste it under the cut!!

////cw for suicide of course. also heads up my version of saiouma is almost completely one sided 👍🏼

#look.. in my mind there is no world where shuichi truly comes around on kokichi #but there is TOTALLY a world where he feels eternally fucked up and guilty about assisting in his suicide #and cant bring himself to hate anymore #cant bring himself to reject the casual but blatantly self-indulgent touches of the boy hes about to murder in the most excruciating way possible #just let him have his fun #let him squeeze your shoulder a little too long #its the least you can do when hes about to let his entire body be turned into an unrecognizable puddle of gore #you dont have to pretend you like it. he KNOWS you dont like it. just let it happen & soon enough itll be over and youll never have to see him again #youll never be *able* to see him again. nothing left of him to even call a body #fucking unidentifiable #god. #(to be clear i dont approve of that logic at all but i sure think shuichi would feel that way)

#its like oumota but worse because (to me) shuu has completely written him off by ch5 and doesnt even need the poison blackmailing to agree #its shuichis low point after all hes fully suicidal and thinks kokichi is the mastermind who destroyed humanity's last hope #he doesnt have time to recalculate his opinion before its too late #he agrees almost immediately #but the closer it gets the less he can justify it #like god this guy fills me with rage and we would never ever in a million years get along but hes also a warm breathing human being #and hes in love with me or something and i just agreed to kill him. EAGERLY! #to his FUCKING FACE #yes i openly hated him already. and yes he didnt even blink when i told him i could kill him #if anything he looked happy! #but god how could i just say that to someone? how did it get this bad? #and how is he still giving me finger hearts through the camera while we test out angles for his fucking DEATH VIDEO #maybe just maybe its because he really thinks this will save us. but maybe he just wants to die #and i dont even know if that makes a difference anymore #et cetera……..

#like i said im not a saiouma guy in the traditional sense but #i do like pathetic clingy kokichi x shuichi who hates himself for harboring genuine malice towards him #(justified malice) #but is too self doubting to take the reins and stop the horrible thing theyve already set in motion

#meeting the same fate as kaede because he THOUGHT he was agreeing to kill the mastermind #when in reality it was really just a cagey guy who was trying to do the EXACT same thing and made the mistake of going it alone #and now that guy who couldve been his ally is dead and he has to pretend hes ok and lie to his friends to derail this trial #for this stupid idiotic plan he let himself get blindly swept up in #that was never going to work in the first place #he knew it was full of holes he knew ouma was full of shit #he knew himself he knew he'd buckle under the pressure of the trial #but he didnt say a thing #it was so much easier to go with it. he just wanted it to be fucking over with #well its not over. the game continues and kokichi is dead and for what #didnt lift a fucking finger #fucking idiot coward bottom of the barrel piece of shit. GOD #i dont know man. it's just real kill yourself hours for shuichi after this one

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cozymochi · 1 month ago

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Hi there! I like your oc Tia 😊 she's so cool! I was curious how does she get along Leona? Especially in book 2? Just curious 🤔

(Thank you 😳 I have a more generalized scenario of their dynamic written out here.) Gonna have to forego Book 2 because… Leona doesn’t really engage with the Prefect that much in it. So, that more or less applies to Tia too. BUT! Book 3??

BOOK 3.. has so much. They were roommates for 3 days and 2 nights. LISTEN— Two ideologically opposed, obstinate, people stuck sharing a room? It writes itself.

Now Tia has to cook for him and take up all of Ruggie’s old duties during the 3-day stint all while having to fulfill Azul’s contract to get her dorm back? Crazy work.

It was the worst setup for both of them. I can’t even properly articulate all the thoughts I had about it, so incoherent yapping it is.

I don’t think Leona would have denied her room and board on principle (cough, she’s still a lady) nor make it a trial, HOWEVER! That doesn’t mean she’s just going to sit around, take his bed (she slept on the couch) and be coddled while dealing with this Azul thing. She’s getting put to work. It doesn’t matter who you are, you aren’t staying in Savanaclaw and doing nothing.

Like the usual scenario for the prefect, Tia apparently takes over Ruggie’s job of being Leona’s gopher during those 3 homeless days. I kinda wish we saw more of that, but I get narrative priorities and wanting to stay on track. [book 7 has entered the chat]

I believe… for the most part, Tia took over Ruggie’s job while rooming with Leona in stride. Mostly because when she does anything, she tries putting maximum effort into it. His room is not ideal, so she’s already cleaning and organizing from the jump. High key, working on something is how she functions since relaxing is hard for her point blank. Leona doesn’t really get that but, it’s whatever.

Her cooking? 100/10, he gets the best meat ever. Well. For an herbivore anyway. (…Can’t let that ego get too big right)

And you know what was glossed over during this time? The fact not even housewardens get a private bathroom. So somebody 🦁 is going to have to 🦁do escort missions 🦁 Nobody is allowed in when she’s in there using the shower. Just something very annoying for him to be stuck doing 💚😔 Oh also she gets up at like! 5AM!!

AnD SHE WON’T LeT him go back to sleep after that! She just will yap about the state of his room and seems to be bothered by every little thing that crosses her mind. Ruggie found it funny as hell at least. Surprised she got Leona up at all but hey, less work for him for once.

It’s fine though. Leona gets his payback tenfold by having her run around like a panicked gazelle during morning training. It’s very cathartic to see. That- and he makes sure his food requests are very dense and luxurious. What? She can’t live with herself if she doesn’t put in maximum effort all the time ☺️ It should never be a problem for her. Who kindly is letting her stay in Savanaclaw again? Who clears out the bathroom for her? He just does so much.

[Immediately ruins the room she just organized and has her running head first into Azul junk via omitting words just so he can be smug about it later]

…She gets him back again later by denying him sleep not by yelling — but purely from listing all her grievances that she had the entire time she was living with him. She had a lot to criticize. …This whole duping Azul plan she made worked great, not only did Leona get roped into it, but she also got to vent. :3

Leona was right. Azul wouldn’t know real villainy if it hit him. Tia is more of a villain than he ever could be. In more ways than just outsmarting his dumb contract thing.

He would never want to share a room with her again <3

I got my jokes and only yapped about the pain on a very bare bones level, but if time was ever dedicated to downtime moments—- I do think Tia would have voiced being grateful in an earnest way despite it all, even while staying there and under a lot of stress from various sources.

I’m not too certain how receptive Leona would be to it. Probably outwardly dismissive. Yet…

anyway everything’s still pretty cool with Leona after all that Book 3 stuff I guess.

BYE!!!!

#cozy ask #i have a strangely large amount of tia and leona interaction asks in my backlog.#i wonder #y’all trying to red pill me.#tia dumarais #twstposting #i always get a little antsy when it comes to trying to …like. talk about my freaks #esp in relation to other concrete characters or the main story.#my art

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months ago

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Hey Bonny!! I saw you wanted to play a game, so how does this sound for a drabble? Dragon! Yoongi (or Kookie since I know he's your guy) x Fairy! Reader?? Idk if you've written fairies before, but I know you've done dragons! 💜🤍

I have a dragon kook x fairy reader on my patreon as early access, so I'll make this one yoongi!

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Yoongi

Hidden in the woods

Dragons are rather social creatures- but when a young Dragonblood named Yoongi fails to find a partner while all his friends and family have moved way past those events already, he isolates himself, believing he might just be destined to be a loner. But maybe, he was just impatient.

Tags/Warnings: Dragon hybrid!Yoongi, Fairy!Reader, strangers to ???, reader is described as short oops, SFW

Wordcount: 1.6k (it was supposed to be a Drabble... oops)

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“You rarely visit these days.”

His mothers words still echo in his mind as he tries to find a new composition on his piano that doesn’t sound like everything he’s already put out. Of course he hasn’t visited- with his brother’s twins constantly around, he’s always reminded of how far ahead everyone around him is, while he’s yet to find his first real love. He’s thirty, for god’s sake- and yet all he has is his house, a stable career as a musician, and a lot on his mind.

All his friends are married. Some have kids, others are busy preparing for the day they’ll have them. He feels out of place.

Yoongi has made peace with the fact that he’ll be the uncle to all of them, the one guy who never really seems to be happy about anything, never has a family of his own. It’s alright.

He sighs, loudly, gripping his hair for a second in frustration. This is stupid- why is he having an artist’s block right now of all times? People are waiting for something new, especially after he’s already taken a break to help his creativity. And yet, it did nothing- except for giving him a little bit more room to breathe and most of all move out of his apartment and into his new house near the woods. It’s nice here- about half an hour away from the bustling neon city he’s used to after years of living there, and also a bit more distance from his family and friends. A newfound excuse for when they ask him once more where he’s been.

The doorbell rings, attracting his attention. He’s not awaiting any guests or packages- who could it be?

Via the camera installed he can see that there’s a person he doesn’t know at the door- you're rather short, but visibly curious, looking around for any signs of life inside his home, and for a short moment, he sees them;

Delicate little slightly translucent wings. Pointy ears, tilted a bit downwards.

A fairy.

As he opens the door, you seem startled for a second or two, taking a step back, before you speak. “Oh, hello!” You greet him. “I was just about to ask- do you have uh.. Jungkook’s number?” You wonder, and he becomes hostile, crossing his arms. “A coworker of mine, Jimin, said you have it. I’m sorry I’m just, you know, showing up here like that-”

The door closes. But despite what he was expecting, you just ring the doorbell again- and again, until he opens.

“Okay, as I was trying to explain before you so rudely interrupted me-” You tease a little, arms now crossed as well as your wings flap around a bit. “-tell him at least that I need his help fixing my washing machine. He broke it and left the crime scene for me to find, and that’s, pardon my language-” You lean in a bit as if you’re about to tell Yoongi something secret, “-pretty crappy behavior.”

Yoongi stares you down for a moment, before he speaks.

“That’s it?” He asks, and you nod. “Why don’t you ask Jimin for Jungkook’s number?” He wonders, not entirely convinced. Jungkook is pretty much a magnet for people no matter what gender, and the worst part about it is that many if not most always try and get to him through Yoongi.

No one’s ever interested in him. Only his friends, or the things he can provide.

“Cause Jimin doesn’t have it either!” You whine, stomping your leg on the ground in agony. “Listen, I don’t know how to fix it and my bathroom smells like a laundromat already, my coffee machine is also broken and my script has been rejected for the third time, I really need some good news. Please?” You ask, and Yoongi contemplates.

“What if I fix it?” He asks, and your eyes begin to sparkle, wings lifting to flutter in excitement. It’s like in this very moment, he can hear the keys of his piano chime, creating a new piece in his mind.

“You can?!” You ask, stepping closer.

“Probably. Where do you even live?” He asks, before you point towards the woods.

“I live in the woods, pretty much. It’s not that far.” You say, and Yoongi sighs, looking back inside his house. It’s not like he’s going to get anything done either way, so who cares? It might take his mind off of things for a moment or two-

So a few hours later, he’s in your house, enjoying some hot coffee from your machine, which he’d fixed as well while he was at it. Well, fixed is a strong word- he pretty much just explained how it properly worked to you. It was working just fine- you just lost the manual and couldn’t figure it out on your own.

“I always thought dragons were scarier.” You say suddenly, opening a pack of cookies to put in the middle of your wooden coffee table. “You’re really nice. Tall, and a bit gloomy looking, but very nice.” You say, sitting down on the couch next to him, legs pulled up towards you.

He’s noticed something glittering all over the small house- like sparkling glitter, but much finer, and barely noticeable. Looking closer to his pants, he notices it there as well- and even after a brush with his hand, it sticks to his fingers now.

“Oh- I’m sorry! It keeps getting everywhere, especially now.. Wait- I have like, a plastic thing-” You hurry, getting up to search for something in a drawer close by your TV. “Ah, there!” You say, giving him the lint-roller. “It’s one designed for fairy dust. I’m sorry, I should’ve thought about that..” You say, but for some odd reason, he declines.

“It’s fine.” He denies. “Doesn’t bother me.” he tells you, and again, you look at him like he’s just told you the earth is flat after all.

but it truly doesn’t bother him. It would, technically, if he was anywhere else. But right now, in this moment, he couldn’t be any more indifferent towards the ‘mess’ you leave sticking to his clothes and skin.

As soon as he’s back home, the sight of your sparkling smile is still in his mind, as his feet almost automatically move towards his piano, where he sits down, and presses a record button to play something new. The melody has been stuck on repeat in his head the entire way back home through the thick snow, like his imagination was finally finding color again.

But it’s different from what he usually creates.

This piece is playful almost, intriguing. It’s a little hesitant, like someone holding back a thought itself just to not indulge too much in a fantasy they’re already creating in their mind. Fluttering notes interrupt these parts however, sneaking in with excitement and curiosity, trying their best to convince the player to let themselves go.

And Yoongi does, as he finishes the piece, and leans back in his chair, recording finished before his phone chimes with a message.

“You left your scarf at my place!” Is what you tell him.

“I’ll get it tomorrow.” He texts you back.

“I could make us dinner?” You question.

He contemplates, finger hovering over the virtual keyboard of his phone, before he begins to write his answer. Fluttering touches of his fingers moving with a hint of excitement, fine fairy dust on the skin of his hands shimmering in the setting sun dipping everything in a golden glow.

“I’d love that.”

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 14/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hey guys 😅 I wrote the longest chapter I've ever written for the series 🤭 About 11+ k words 😏 I tried really hard for you guys and spent SO MUCH TIME ON THIS CHAPTER 😂 But I did it 💪🏻 Chapter 14 is very (I'm serious when I say "very") eventful. And I can't wait to find out how you like it 🥺 Read this chapter to the end and I promise you you will be shocked 🤭☝🏻 In addition, this chapter is entirely written from Jungkook's point of view. Tell me what you think of his thoughts 😉🙃 I love all the army, you are extremely cool and the best in the world, that’s for sure 💗

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 14. Past mistakes

Jungkook sat in his car, leaning back. His hand was on the steering wheel, his eyes were directed somewhere out the window, although he couldn't really see anything.

He had to concentrate - Lee's schedule was literally minute-by-minute: a meeting with the finance department, a short meeting with the PR department, checking investor reports. Everything was in preparation for the next stage of the "merger," which he hated.

But his thoughts kept coming back to you.

Jungkook sighed. He sighed heavily and long, trying to ease his condition. He replayed in his mind how you looked this morning. Your disheveled hair, your warm skin, the scratches on his back-your fingernails had left those marks. He remembered your voice, quiet, a little hoarse after the night.

"I liked... everything." you said, awkwardly.

Fuck. He liked everything, too. He liked it too much.

Your body, your movements, the way you reacted to him - honestly, without acting, without pretense. Jungkook was with different women. Beautiful, experienced, playful. But none of them caused him such... obsession.

He wanted you more. Much more.

But it wasn't just about sex, and that's what pissed him off.

Because he caught himself wanting to stay with you afterwards. Watching you fall asleep. Waiting for you to wake up. He wanted to know what you were thinking about when you were silent. Do you think about him? He wanted to see your eyes when you look at something with curiosity. He wanted to hear your laugh more often - real, not forced.

Your body was not enough for him. He wanted you. All of you.

"What the fuck, Jungkook..." he muttered to himself.

He wasn't used to reacting like this. He was drawn to you as if you were something he had no right to want-but he wanted you anyway. Even more than he should have.

And worst of all, you obeyed him. You responded to him in a way that was not allowed. You challenged him.

It turned him on more than any lace on your body.

"You must be a problem, kitten," he thought. "Because of all the women I've ever had, you're the only one who makes me want to do more than just take your clothes off."

And not just to have you, but to understand you. To touch not only your skin but your mind.

It scared him. It made him angry.

But, damn it... it was even more exciting.

When he first saw you, he knew you will be his. Maybe for one night, maybe for a few, but to want you all the time like crazy?

He didn't foresee that.

And now, sitting in the car, replaying in his head the way you looked, the way you breathed, the way you begged him, he realized that everything was getting out of control.

Jungkook stopped at a traffic light, and the name "Kang Sukhi" popped up on the Mercedes interactive panel. He looked at name indifferently, not wanting to talk with her. The call went on for a long time until it disconnected itself, and a second later she called again. Jungkook realized she had seen the articles about him and you. He wondered what she had to say.

He pressed almost the last dial tone.

"Yes, I'm listening," he said in a steady voice.

"How long do you plan to play with your new toy? I'm a little tired of watching you kiss," she said sharply, with a sweet smile in her voice.

"Don't look, no one is forcing you to," he said with a subtle smile. Sukhi laughed bitterly.

"You know perfectly well that this is all nonsense. Your fun will soon end, because we're getting married. It's a done deal. It's... beneficial. For everyone."

"You call to reassure yourself?" Jungkook asked ironically, but he felt slightly irritated by her self-assured tone.

"Don't mock me. Have you really started to think you can decide everything on your own?" Sukhi sounded tense.

"I always decide everything myself, in case you haven't noticed. That's why we never announced our engagement," Jungkook replied in an indifferent tone.

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. Then came a cold laugh.

"But you know perfectly well that our parents have already made a deal. You're just putting off the inevitable. And I'm wondering..." her voice became softer, more venomous, "Have you fallen in love with her? Why is she still with you?"

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds.

Your hair tousled after sex, your swollen lips after kissing, your shy smile flashed before his eyes.

"Yes," he finally said, quietly but firmly. "I'm in love."

He wasn't sure why he said it. Maybe to hear Sukhi's reaction. Maybe he wanted to hear himself say it out loud. He had to admit that he liked the way it sounded.

Sukhi laughed. Loudly and almost theatrically.

"Poor boy. So sorry your feelings don't mean anything. I'm going to be your wife. Whether you want me to or not. It's not about you, it's about families. Business. And power."

His jaw clenched. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

"I'll be a good wife to you," she added softly, with a venomous note.

Jungkook didn't answer. Because deep inside, he was seething with disgust at her words.

To the idea that his life was being decided without him.

"I have a lot of work to do," he cut off sharply, "don't waste my time," and pressed the end button.

Manager Lee was waiting for him at the entrance to the parking lot. This was atypical - Lee always stayed upstairs - so Jungkook was immediately on the lookout.

Once parked, he quickly got out of the car and confidently walked toward the man.

"Good morning," he nodded.

The manager bowed discreetly and greeted him back. As always, he was composed and emotionless, but Jungkook knew him well enough to notice that something was wrong. There was tension in Lee's eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you here?" he asked, stopping in front of him.

Lee cleared his throat.

"Your father is waiting for you in the study."

Jungkook pressed his lips into a straight line. He was sure his father would want to talk again when he saw the articles. But the thought of talking to him was still irritating.

"Did he say something?" Jungkook asked as he passed the manager and headed for the elevator. He followed.

"He just asked when you'd be here. And he told that he was waiting for you in the office," Lee replied evenly.

The elevator opened and they went inside. There was a short pause.

"Did you see the articles?" Jungkook asked, not taking his eyes off the door.

"Yes," Lee nodded briefly. "You and Ms. Han are all over the front page. The yellow press is thrilled. It's like they were given a gift." He was silent for a moment and asked, "Did you have a good time?"

Jungkook smiled, not even trying to hide it.

"Yes. I showed her the penthouse. She was... pleased."

Manager Lee didn't say anything, but Jungkook noticed that he looked down a little, obviously trying to remain professional.

The elevator opened, and Jungkook made his way to his office, mentally preparing himself for another conversational battle with his father.

He entered his office. His father, President Jeon, was sitting in his chair, sitting comfortably.

He was calmly staring at the screen of the tablet he was holding, reading a news article with the headline:

"’Jeon Group's’ heir sabotages engagement again. Date with the same mystery girl in the center of Seoul'" His voice was unpleasantly loud in Jungkook's ears. "That was a great performance. Especially the kissing. You know how to get the attention of the press," President Jeon sarcastically said.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jungkook replied coldly as he closed the door.

President Jeon looked up and studied his son's face for a few seconds.

"You are going to marry Sukhi. This is no longer up for discussion. I give you one week to get rid of this girl, and we will announce your engagement to Kang Tehwon's daughter," he said seriously.

His father's behavior hasn't changed since Jungkook's childhood. He tells him what to do, and Jungkook must to do it without question. But he is no longer a child who had no choice. He is a grown man who decides what he can do and how he can do it.

Jungkook sighed skeptically and rolled his eyes defiantly.

"You don't seem to know how to listen. I'm not going to marry Sukhi. I'm tired of repeating the same thing. I've made my choice."

"You don't decide anything, Jungkook. Marriage is the key to the merger with ‘Kang Technology’. We're talking about prospects that have never been seen in the company's history: joint entry into the Singapore market, access to government projects, capital pooling..."

"Prospects?" interrupted Jungkook, taking a step forward. "Kang Tehwon can't be trusted. I warned you. But you just don't want to see it."

President Jeon smiled. It was almost a condescending smile, like for child.

"In business, trust is a conditional thing. It is not the honest who survives, but the one who knows how to play. And you're still acting like a boy who thinks his feelings will make a difference." He leaned forward, his voice darkening. "This isn't about girls who look good in bed and disappear as soon as you get bored. This is about power. It's about the future of the company you're responsible for. And stop playing around."

Jungkook moved closer to the table, his gaze darkening and his voice dropping to a threatening silence.

"Do you really want me to sign an alliance with someone I despise? And pretend like it's all normal? No. I will not allow this to happen. And I will do everything I can to stop this merger from happening."

The father slowly stood up, straightening to his full height.

"Son, I think you've forgotten who has the final say here. I can freeze your assets, remove you from the Board, and revoke the power of attorney that I gave you. Do you think your shares mean anything without my support?" he studied his son's expression carefully. "You will not do this. Otherwise, I will strip you of all power."

President Jeon was on his way out when he suddenly heard his son's cold voice behind him.

"Then do it," Jungkook said. The president turned around and stared at his son's back. "Do me a favor and deprive me of the role of your heir," he said coldly. "Then we can both finally be honest: you never saw me as a person. Only a tool."

Jungkook turned around. Their eyes met-cold, hard, unbending. In Jungkook's gaze was a challenge. In his father's gaze was a deep disappointment that bordered on contempt.

Jungkook knew this look so well. He often rewarded him with it when Jungkook said he didn't want to be the heir to a large corporation.

"I think I raised a weak boy," his father said quietly. "One who chews snot and plays at love." Jungkook could barely contain his anger. He clenched his fists harder so that it wouldn't be noticeable that he was shaking with anger. "Jungkook, finally realize who you are. And remember who you have to become. Get rid of the girl, or I will."

Something inside him clicked. No. God forbid he laid a finger on you...

"Don't even think about going near her," Jungkook said, his voice threatening. President Jeon frowned, but immediately hid his emotions under a mask of calm. He had not expected such a decisive response from his son, but he was not going to give in either.

"You crossed the line a long time ago, son," he said, his voice cold and distant. "Do you think your struggle for some illusion of love can change the reality of this world?" He paused, giving the words importance. "This is not a world where you can afford weakness."

Jungkook didn't answer right away, breathing heavily, feeling his every muscle tense with internal tension. It was hard to stay calm when the man he not only hated, but was forced to look up to, was standing in front of him.

"I'm not your reflection anymore," Jungkook finally said with a serious expression on his face. "And I won't follow your orders just because you want me to. If that makes me weak, then I will be weak. But at least I will be true to myself."

President Jeon's face darkened. He realized that his son had crossed the point of no return.

"Do you think your pride is bigger than yourself?" he said slowly, as if he wanted to swallow every word before releasing it. "When your ambition causes you to lose, you will realize that your ideals are just empty words for a child who has never been able to accept his responsibilities."

Jungkook did not flinch, even though every word hurt his heart. But it was his choice, and he had no intention of backing down.

"You can keep those responsibilities for yourself," he answered briefly. "I will not be your toy heir. I have other plans."

There was silence for a moment. The air between them literally crackled with tension. His father looked at him for a few more seconds, and then... turned and left the office, leaving behind the echo of heavy footsteps and the pressure of an unspoken threat.

Jungkook couldn't find his feet after talking to his father. He was sure that his fake relationship plan would work. He thought that the scandal he created and the ostentatious "love" would be enough to undermine his image so that President Jeon would change his mind. But he underestimated his stubbornness. His father seemed to become even more insistent.

Jungkook felt that time was running out. He needed proof-real, hard, irrefutable proof-that Kang Tehwon was not just seeking a merger, but was intent on taking over ‘Jeon Group’ completely.

The fact that he was buying up shares in the Busan branch was just the tip of the iceberg. After that conversation, Jungkook immediately instructed his manager to investigate: what shady schemes Kang Tehwon was running, what offshore accounts he was using, and who were the people behind him.

And yet, he had to continue this farce. To continue to be a couple with you, a pretend couple in love that everyone thinks is real.

While his manager was looking for evidence against Kang Tehwon, Jungkook decided to bet on Sukhi.

The idea was simple: if Sukhi sees that he is "unwaveringly" with you, maybe her pride will not stand. Perhaps she would give up the marriage herself. But how do you make her believe that? What does Sukhi have to see to break down? The answer never came.

And one more thing - now Jungkook has to make sure that his father doesn't get close to you. To know President Jeon is to realize that he never makes a threat in vain. And although Jungkook didn't want to think the worst, his fear for you was real. All of this is indeed chaos, but he will endure. Because there is no case that Jungkook can't handle.

That evening, when it was already dark, he drove home exhausted, morally depressed, with an obsessive feeling of anger settling deep inside. And only one thought kept him from completely giving up - you.

Thinking about you calmed him down. He wanted to see you, to touch you, just to forget about everything that was happening around him.

So, without thinking twice, he bought some fried chicken and beer and went to see you. He wasn't sure if you had already eaten dinner or if you would want to eat so late, but he just wanted to spend time with you. To see your eyes. To feel a little bit of your warmth.

He stopped in front of your door with a bag and bottles in his hands. He pressed the bell and looked at the clock - it was almost ten. Maybe you're already asleep. You might be angry that he was disturbing you so late.

You were in no hurry to open the door. And when Jungkook was about to turn around and leave, the door swung open.

You stood on the threshold in a light housecoat, your hair still a little damp. You smelled like something fruity. And Jungkook, despite his tiredness, suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, glancing at the package in his hands.

"I... thought it would be nice to eat some chicken and drink beer..." he said, a little confused, picking up the package. "You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Your eyes met his again. You hesitated for a second, and then stepping aside.

"Who can say no to chicken and beer? You're lucky I didn't eat dinner."

Jungkook came inside, glad that you hadn't turned down dinner with him. He walked over to the table and put down a bag of chicken. You were shocked when he pulled out not only four servings of fried chicken, but also onigiri with tuna, and two servings of spicy tokpoki, which you loved with chajamyeon sauce.

"Oh my God, tteokbokki with chajamyeon is my favorite," you couldn't contain your joy when you saw them. Jungkook froze. He knows you love them, that's why he bought them. "How did you know?" you asked, opening the box of warm rice dumplings.

"Uh... I didn't know, I just got what I liked," he lied. You turned to Jungkook, narrowing your eyes.

"Do we have something in common now?" you sneered. Jungkook smiled and leaned toward you.

"We have a lot in common, kitten, and you know it's not just the tokkpoki." Jungkook looked at your lips, which were beckoning him like a magnet. He wanted to kiss you, but you seemed to notice and stood up abruptly, running away from him.

"I'll get the beer glasses and chopsticks. I'm not comfortable eating with wooden ones. Do you want me to get you some iron ones too?" you said quickly. Jungkook turned to look at your face.

"Yes, please give me the iron ones." he said, smiling slightly.

You went into the kitchen, and Jungkook stayed at the table, setting out the food. The wait became surprisingly long - a minute, two... He looked up and looked in the direction of the kitchen, and what he saw made you feel a wave of slight arousal.

You stood on tiptoe at the locker, trying to get the glasses off the top shelf. The robe rose with your every movement, barely covering your buttocks, and your naked legs looked dangerously attractive. Your hair, damp and uncombed, fell in waves over your shoulders, and the curve of your body simply called for sin.

Jungkook couldn't resist the temptation to approach you. His feet moved forward on their own.

"What are you doing there so helplessly?" he muttered above your head, coming close. His chest touched your back. Jungkook felt the warmth of your body as he raised his hand and easily removed the large beer glasses from the shelf.

You turned around, a little confused, looking at the glasses in his hands.

"Thank you..." you said tensely.

"I'm always ready to help," he smiled playfully, not moving away. His eyes were once again locked on your lips. And when you took a step to the side, he put the glasses on the countertop and pushed you gently but firmly against it.

"I want to kiss you," Jungkook whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of seduction. You looked up, noticing that he was looking at your lips. You were silent, didn't answer, didn't look away. You did not push him away.

And that was enough for him to realize that you didn't mind.

His lips touched yours - at first cautiously, gently, as if he was asking for permission. Then - more decisively, more insistently. His hand found your waist, and the kiss gained strength. Jungkook felt how your breath catch in your throat.

He allowed himself to slip his tongue inside your welcoming mouth, and when his tongue met yours, he gave a little moan. His heavy thoughts left his head for a moment, and he loved the feel of your plump lips.

Jungkook felt his cock begin to throb. He has to stop, because otherwise he'll fuck you right here in this kitchen.

When he finally pulled back, you were left pinned to the countertop, just as confused and still wanting.

"You have no idea... how you just saved my day," Jungkook said quietly between you, looking at you.

He smiled, took the chopsticks from your hands, take a glasses and walked back to the table as if nothing had happened.

"Come here. The food is getting cold," Jungkook nodded.

He sat down on the couch, putting the chopsticks on the table and grabbing a bottle of beer. Your closeness was clouding his judgment, and he made a titanic effort to stop at just a kiss.

He would like to continue, but he has to give you some space. Because if he tries to fuck you every time you're around, you'll probably run away from him.

You sat down next to him. Silently. Jungkook handed you a glass of beer.

"Here's to running away from madness," Jungkook said with a smile and to you. You smiled and took a long gulp.

You started eating, and he really tried to focus on the food, on your presence, which was strangely calming him-but somewhere deep down, the wreckage of today was still fermenting. He took a bite of chicken and heard your soft voice.

"How was your day? I mean... did anyone say anything to you about the articles?"

His eyes rested on you for a moment. The hint was too obvious, you were wondering if there was any reaction to your performance yesterday. Jungkook sighed.

"Sukhi called in the morning. And then I had a nice conversation with my father," Jungkook said nonchalantly, hiding his irritation behind his glass. He didn't elaborate on what his father had said, and you didn't need to know.

"Did he tell you something this time?" you asked cautiously.

"He told something," Jungkook replied shortly, making it clear that he didn’t want to talk about it.

You nodded your head in silence and continued eating the hot tteokbokki, which you really liked.

"By the way," you broke the silence between you. Jungkook turned to you with interest, still gnawing on her chicken leg. "How long have you known Sukhi?" you asked. Sukhi was the last thing Jungkook wanted to talk about with you. He put the bone on his plate and licked his fingers.

"A long time ago. Our parents have been working together for about fifteen years, I guess," he answered without much enthusiasm.

"So you grew up with her?" you asked again.

"Well, you could say that, but I didn't spend much time with Sukhi. She usually came with her parents to events, to meetings, to some corporate vacation. I didn't like all these things, so I always ran away."

You pushed the plate of rice dumplings away and took a sip of your beer. A small smile appeared on your lips, and Jungkook couldn’t see what it meant.

He watched as you sat down further on the couch, your legs tucked up. You looked full, but you still had the beer glass in your hand.

"Sukhi is a beautiful woman. She knows exactly the world she lives in, and you grew up together. You've known each other for a long time…" you said slowly. Jungkook squinted his eyes, looking at your face. He wanted to know where you were going with this, that’s why he remained silent, letting you finish your thoughts. "Why don't you want to marry her? She's a good match for you."

Jungkook froze for a split second and then turned away from you. He picked up another chicken leg and took a bite.

"She's a good much for our fathers, as a way to merge our family companies without too much bureaucracy," Jungkook said ironically without turning around.

"Well, maybe. But I'm really interested to know the reason why you don't want this marriage?"

Jungkook held his breath, chewing his food slowly. He didn't like this question, and he didn't like that you were asking about she so insistently.

"Because I don't like her. Is that enough of an answer for you?" Jungkook asked, wiping his hands of grease and turning slightly to face you. You raised an eyebrow, not hiding your skepticism.

"You don't like her?" you repeated mockingly. "Really?"

Jungkook's brow furrowed slightly, trying to understand your behavior. He turned his body completely toward you.

"I don't like her," he repeated confidently and firmly, looking directly into your eyes. He noticed that you were nervous, or rather irritated. Can he really see your jealousy?

"What about the time you fucked her? Did you like her then?" you asked with a mocking smile on your lips. You took a sip of your beer, immediately hiding it.

Jungkook expected to hear anything but not that. He involuntarily recalled a situation from five years ago, when he had a big fight with his father and went drinking at a club with Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung.

He only remembers getting very drunk and that Sukhi was there too. She came in when he was already drinking heavily. Jungkook doesn't remember how she put him in a taxi or how she dragged him to the penthouse that night, he only remembers her kissing him and then starting to undress him. In fact, at that moment, Jungkook didn't fully realize what he was doing, but he accepted it.

It wasn't sex with feelings or long caresses. He doesn't remember very clearly how he unbuttoned his shirt. Her voice, suffocating, false.

How he ended up between her thighs-without even looking into her eyes. No hint of desire.

No pleasure.

In. Out. The end.

It was a one-time thing. One that Jungkook regrets, because it was after that night that Sukhi became obsessed with him. She stalked him and asked him to dating with her, and Jungkook was adamant. Because there was something about this girl that repelled him.

But no one knew about that night, not even his closest friends. So when he heard it from you, he was shocked, to say the least. How do you know something about him that no one else does?

"Why did you think I was fucked her?" Jungkook decided to ask instead of answering right away. You might not know the truth, but you might just checking he.

You pursed your lips and put the beer glass on the table. You sat back down on the couch and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I don't think so. I know." you said shortly.

"How?"

"Your fiancée invited me to a meeting, and she actually asked me to leave you alone." your voice was tense, even though you spoke with undisguised sarcasm. You got up and went to the window, opened it, wanting to let the warm night air into the room. Jungkook kept his eyes on you, feeling irritated.

So Sukhi was dating you. It was to be expected.

You stopped at the window, turned around, and crossed your arms over your chest again.

"She threatened to tell everyone about my past and about my alcoholic mother. That I was sleeping with you because you promised me position at the main company," you laughed. But it wasn't mocking or because you were funny. It was a hysterical laugh.

"Why did you go to her? Why didn't you tell me right away?" Jungkook was angry. You could have fallen under the media's scrutiny again. But what made him angry the most was the fact that Sukhi had threatened you. He had to fix it.

"I was curious to know what she was like. You know, it's easier to confront an enemy when you know more about them." You paused and continued. "We had a ‘nice’ chat and she told me a little secret, that you guys were fucked. Can you imagine my surprise?" a smile appeared on your lips.

Jungkook felt his heart start to beat fast again. He noticed something in your behavior that he liked for some reason.

You were jealous.

And this excited him. He leaned back further and threw his arm over the back of the couch. He could barely contain his smile.

"It was just once and a long time ago." Jungkook said casually, but following you closely. He was secretly enjoying your reaction.

You hummed. Your eyebrow shot up, showing mockery.

"Oh, so that really was. For some reason I thought she lied about it," you tilted your head slightly to the side, your eyes sparkling. "She assured me that you'll be hers under any circumstances. You must have fucked her well if she wants to marry you so desperately."

Jungkook spread his legs, swaying them. He bit down on his piercing and began to play with it with his tongue. An invisible tension filled the room.

"I don't know about her, but I didn't like it," Jungkook said sarcastically. The smile disappeared from your lips and you gave Jungkook a look he had known for a long time. Full of irritation and disdain. "You don't have to worry about her," he tried to reassure you, "I have no feelings for her, and she's overreacting. I will not be her husband under any circumstances. I will talk to her about your meeting."

"I don't care if you have feelings for anyone." you said sharply. "You just need to make sure she doesn't run her mouth about me and my family. I agreed to help you, so please safe my privacy," you said sharply, irritated, barely controlling your emotions. Jungkook got up from the couch and slowly approached you. You followed his every move and did not break eye contact.

Jungkook stopped a step away. He touched your cheek.

"Don't be so nervous, kitten. Sukhi won't say a word about you. I promise..." he wanted to stroke you, but you roughly batted his hand away.

"I hope so. Thank you for dinner, but I think you should go," you wanted to walk around Jungkook, but he wouldn't let that happen. He grabbed you and pushed you against the window sill. He was angry with your behavior. When you didn't let him touch you, something clicked inside him. He wanted to hold you even longer and closer.

"Why are you angry?" he asked softly, not giving in to emotion. You swallowed your saliva, your breathing rapid.

"I'm not angry," you said with indifference in your voice, but nothing could hide your jealousy. Jungkook smiled at hearing another lie from you. "Let go of me, I don't want you to touch me," you put your hands on his chest and tried to push.

"Since when don't you want me to touch you? Huh? Are you jealous of a night from five years ago?" Jungkook asked with a sly smile, not moving away from you a millimeter.

Your eyes rounded and you almost choked on your indignation.

"Me? You? Jealous you? You'd better tone down your arrogance. I don't care who you fucked." You let out an irritated puff of air, pushing him even harder into his chest, but he didn't budge. His arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing you so that your body was pressed against his.

Jungkook felt that your every word, your every nervous breath, your every movement against him was rekindling something primal in him. His heart was beating like a drum in his chest, but his face remained calm, even seductively defiant.

Your hands rested on his chest, and this excited him even more than any kiss. Because behind this desperate refusal was something more - a feeling. And Jungkook, although he didn't admit it, wanted to hear it from you.

Your anger, your words-they screamed about something completely different. He saw right through you. Your indifference? It was fake. And he knew it.

His voice remained quiet, but there was a hoarseness in it, deep and disturbing.

"If you really don't care..." he leaned closer, his breath sliding over your skin near your ear, "...then why did you arrange this interrogation?"

He could feel you trembling. Whether it was from anger or desire, it didn't matter now. Jungkook pressed you even harder against him, until your bodies merged into a single line. Your softness against his hardness - and this tension between you, burning like fire.

"I didn't arrange anything. I just was a little bit wondering what you had between you..."

"There's nothing," he assured you briefly, "Satisfied your interest?"

"Yes," you said and looked away.

Jungkook leaned in closer, eager to kiss you. But he touched your jaw with his nose and inhaled your pleasant scent, which made him want to eat you like a ripe fruit.

"I love how jealous you are, it's so hot, kitten," he murmured, nuzzling your soft skin with his nose.

You pulled away, increasing the distance between your faces.

"I wasn't jealous you, I'll say it again," you said firmly.

"Oh, com’n," Jungkook said playfully, "It's so obvious you're angry about what you found out."

"Let go of me," you ignored his words. To Jungkook, this meant nothing but confirmation of his words.

"I don't want to let you go, what are we going to do about it?"

You were confused for a moment and then rolled your eyes.

"God, how annoying," you muttered indignantly, but your voice trembled treacherously. Jungkook caught this tiny change, and his eyes narrowed with inner satisfaction. But you’re trying to pull away again. Jungkook saw it. And it touched his inner chords.

"Why you avoid me after every time we get closer?" he ask calmly, but his voice was tense. "Are you afraid that I'll become more than just a partner in agreement for you?"

You tried to pull away again, but he wrapped his arms around you tighter. His embrace was not aggressive, but rather stubborn. Like someone who wouldn't let go until he heard the truth.

"I'm not afraid," you answered through clenched teeth, "I just don't want to confuse work with personal. We made an agreement - no jealousy, no feelings. And I'm keeping my word. But why you want more is a mystery to me..."

Jungkook's embrace weakened, but he didn't let go. Your words cut his ears, and they were not what he wanted to hear. Jungkook looked at your face for a few long seconds and then gave a mocking laugh.

"You're such a proper girl, I keep forgetting all the time..." he finally let go of you. He took half a step back from you and put his hands in his pockets. "So maybe you're going to tell me that the 'no sex' rule is still in effect?"

You looked at him, full of anger and confusion. Your face looked darker than the clouds before the rain.

"I'm not going to say this..." you said in a half-hearted voice, "but we mustn't forget the boundaries. You are nothing to me. And I am nothing to you. No jealousy, no feelings. And then everything will work like needs..."

Jungkook clicked his tongue and shook his head. You're saying the same thing again. Everything was so good between you two. It seemed like after the trip to Busan and yesterday's date, you were only getting closer. But when it really happens, you constantly start to resist. And it got on Jungkook's nerves.

He wanted to have you not because of the deal, but because of the feelings that you could showed. But now you're pushing back again. It's fucking maddening. Did you really not feel anything for him during this time?

Jungkook laughed at himself inwardly. Is he really like that stupid boy who wants someone to have feelings for him? For someone to love him? No way. He doesn't need that. If he wants to, he'll have hundreds of women begging for his attention and give them a chance to be with him.

But why... why doesn't he want other women, but he wants you so desperately?

"Okay Y/N. Let's not forget the boundaries..." he said, almost mockingly. He was pissed as hell about the whole situation. The day had already sucked, and the ending turned into even worse. Jungkook was itching to hurt you, to make you feel that bitterness of loss and stupid limits. "But we're continue to fuck, right? How do we do it? Do we create a schedule or can we leave it like a spontaneous decision?..."

Your eyes flashed with evil.

"Get out..." you said threateningly.

"You must think, what's the right thing to do about it..." he said mocking of your constant words about following the rules. Jungkook took another step back, keeping his eyes on you, "Just think carefully kitten, because if you say no this time I won't actually touch you again..." with that he turned around and walked away, feeling angry and frustrated with everything around him.

The next day, Jungkook went about his usual routine. He woke up early as usual, focused and silent. A shower, black coffee without sugar, strict classics in his clothes - he looked impeccable as always. However, there was an anger in his eyes that he did not show to anyone but himself in the mirror.

It was hot in the office, despite the working air conditioners. Perhaps because of the accumulated fatigue or because of the internal tension that had not let go of him after yesterday's conversation with you. He deliberately did not write or call you.

For the third time for today, Jungkook picked up the phone, opened the messenger... and checked to see if you were online. Each time it said "online a minute ago." Jungkook exhaled heavily and put the phone away. He was angry. At you. At himself. At everything.

He spent the entire day in his office, immersed in documents, meetings with lawyers and the finance department. He spent several hours working with digital spreadsheets, analyzing the costs of foreign branches. Jungkook checked all the reports on partners. Anything to avoid thinking about you. It turns out that before that, he hadn't noticed how often you were in his head.

But there was something else that created additional tension. Kang Tehwon and his machinations. Jungkook instructed Manager Lee to investigate. But several days had passed and there were no results.

He didn't like to wait. And in the late afternoon, when Lee Ji-hyun still hadn't gotten in touch, Jungkook called him himself.

"I'm still waiting for information, what's taking so long?" he said shortly, sitting in a leather chair and looking at the city through the panoramic windows.

The manager sighed into the phone.

"Almost everything is ready, there is one important detail left. I don't want to give you anything until I check it for sure. That will be either late tonight or tomorrow."

"Okay. Send me the file via messenger." Jungkook threw the phone on the table without even saying goodbye.

He just sat there for a few seconds, staring at the dark screen. His fingers slowly slid across the display. A contact he had long wanted to erase. But he didn't. Not yet.

Sukhi. He remembered that he'd meant to call her this morning to talk about you, but he got distracted.

He pressed the call. The line was quiet, only short rings. She answered on the third ring.

"Jungkook?" her voice sounded soft, even a little surprised. "You first to call me? This is... unexpected. To be honest, I'm pleasantly surprised. Did you... miss me?"

He was silent for a few seconds, letting the silence hang between them like a shadow.

"No. I didn't miss you," his voice was even, calm. "I was wondering if you enjoyed talking to Y/N?"

Now Sukhi was the one who was silent for a few seconds. Then she answered.

"Oh, did she tell you about our meeting? Or are you already following me, honey?" she tried to sound confident, and affectionate, but Jungkook knew Sukhi well enough to understand the venom in her voice.

"Yes. She told me," Jungkook confirmed. "I don't suffer from such nonsense as stalking, especially not to you."

Sukhi was silent again and Jungkook could only imagine her face contorting with irritation. He didn't let her speak and continued.

"You managed to say a lot of stupid things to her, and you threatened her. That's so stupid of you," Jungkook said with a subtle smile on his lips.

"Did I really threaten her?" Suhie theatrically upset into the phone. "I just told her she should leave because I'm your fiancée. By the way, she's got a sharp tongue, did she tell you how she suspected me of having a relationship with Yoongi? That's ridiculous," she laughed just as fake and Jungkook felt disgusted.

"Wasn't she right? He's fucking you and everyone knows it." Jungkook said confidently. "I'm genuinely happy for you guys." he scoffed.

"Jungkook..." Sukhi sounded tense and probably wanted to make excuses, but he was tired of talking to her, let alone listening to excuses he wasn't interested in. He interrupted her.

"Listen, Sukhi. Stop calling yourself my fiancée. You will never be. I'm going to tell you just once and I hope you'll hear me: don't come near Y/N again. If I hear or see even a small news report about her or her family again... if I think it was you, you will regret it very much. You've known me for a long time, and you know I don't waste words."

Sukhi huffed into the phone.

"You threatening me?" her voice became familiar. No false affection or tenderness.

"I'm warning you. Don't make me lose my patience. Don't cross me. Because if you really decide to make a game out of this, you will lose."

And without waiting for an answer, he simply pressed the red button without even waiting for a response.

After that, he packed his things and drove home. The car was moving fast, almost like his thoughts. But he forced himself to stop thinking about you. When he arrived, he quickly went up to the apartment and went inside as if he was running away. He was running away from you, if to be honest.

Jungkook didn't want to see you now. Not because he wasn't grieving - quite the opposite. He waited for your decision and furiously warned himself: either you're his or you're not. It's as simple as that.

And if you don't see him as someone who deserves your feelings, then let him. He won't play your games.

The next day was Saturday.

Jungkook decided to completely disconnect from work. He was lying on the couch, wearing only sweatpants, with a joystick in his hands. He was playing fights, yelling at the monitor, switching between boxing and e-sports matches. He looked relaxed... but inside he felt empty again as soon as you flashed into his head.

Jungkook hadn't heard from Manager Lee yesterday, so today he was quick to pick up his phone whenever he heard a notification, but it wasn't what he needed. He also opened a chat with you over and over again. The last time he checked it said "online at 3.57 p.m"

Around eight in the evening, Jimin called.

"Jungkook-ah, what are you doing? Do you want to go to the club with me tonight, hang out a bit? It's been a while." His voice was as cheerful as ever.

"I can't, I have other plans," Jungkook lied as he got up from the couch to go take a shower.

"Like what? You're going to be with your girlfriend?" Jimin sounded sly. Jungkook hummed.

"Yeah, hyung. I'll be with her."

"Ooh, what are you going to do?"

"Something that's none of your business," Jungkook assuaged his curiosity. Jimin grunted in frustration into the phone.

"So that's how you talk?... You got a girlfriend, so now you can see your friends once a month?" complained Jimin.

"Well, I'm sorry, hyung, a girlfriend needs more attention than friends." Jungkook said with a smile.

"Listen, I'd like to meet her properly. Then at the afterparty, the introduction was kind of awkward. Let's go to Jeju, go on a yacht, swim in the water? You'll get some air. Take her, she'll have more fun than sitting in a stuffy apartment. And we'll all have a good time."

Jungkook thought about it. The idea sounded great to him. And what made it even better was the timing. It would be the perfect time to run away from the company, where the engagement and merger announcements were to be made on Friday morning. Jungkook found out about this from his secretary this morning.

"Who's going?" asked Jungkook.

"Who? Me, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon. Yoongi and Jin are busy as usual. And Taehyung promised to bring his girl."

"And you? Going without your girl?" said Jungkook, mockingly. Jimin laughed back and then said.

"If I need one, I'll find one on the spot." Jungkook chuckled.

"Shall we go on Thursday night?" he suggested, "I'll have all my business done by then."

"No problem," Jimin replied. "I'll make all the arrangements."

"Okay, Jimin-hyung. I'll see you then. Have a great time tonight," Jungkook wished.

"You have a good time too, try not to disappoint your girlfriend," Jimin joked.

"You know I never disappoint," Jungkook replied defiantly. Jimin laughed and said goodbye.

Jungkook hung up the phone. He wondered how to tell you about it. Should I text you or go to your place? He decided to go to your place. And while he was going to the bathroom, he reassured himself that it was only to tell you about your future trip to Jeju, not because he missed you.

Jungkook went into the bathroom. The warm water flowed over his body but did not wash away the tension. He rubbed his neck, still thinking of you.

When he got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, he heard a loud knock on the door. Someone was pounding on the door.

"What the hell..." he muttered, and moved to the door.

He opened it. And froze.

You were standing on the threshold.

Drunk.

You were swaying, even though you were holding onto the doorjamb. Your eyes were half open, your top slipped down from one shoulder, and you were wearing black sweatpants, Fila brand, with stripes. The strands were gathered at the back of the head into a hairstyle, but it was already disheveled.

Jungkook's heart involuntarily beat fast. Even though you were a mess, why did he find you so damn attractive in his eyes?

You ran your eyes over his voice, his torso, and the towel that was wrapped around his hips. Jungkook saw you swallow nervously, and a moment later, a cheeky smile played on your lips.

"Hey," you said, widening your smile, and then brazenly walked inside without asking permission. Jungkook slowly turned around and saw how you walked and collapse on the couch. He closed the door and walked in your direction.

When Jungkook stopped a few steps away, you looked up at him with your shining eyes.

"Why did you come?" he asked in a low voice. Although inside he seemed to be torn to pieces.

"Oh, you don't know wh..y would I come to yo... you?" you stammered as you spoke. Jungkook wanted to smile. He was very amused by your condition. He had never seen you so drunk before.

"I have no idea. Surprise me," Jungkook said ironically.

You smiled again, but even wider and more slyly. You put your foot up, resting your ankle on your knee.

"I came for the money..."

Jungkook froze. He didn't fully understand what you were saying.

"What kind of money do you need?" he asked.

"My salary. It's the end of the month. *hic* You promised to pay me... I’m not working, and I'm playing your girlfriend," and in the end you hiccupped too.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. That's right. He promised to pay you. And he hasn't given me any money since then. The incident in Busan doesn't count, because that's different money.

Jungkook folded his arms across his chest, causing your gaze to run treacherously over his arms, lingering on the tattoo and continuing to walk over his bare chest and abs.

You leaned back on the couch, sighed theatrically and started counting with your fingers, very seriously.

"So... For the fake feelings... For the kisses I put up with... For having to smile at your friends... For the shame to your mother, and for your horrible fiancée I put up with..." you stand up but still held on. You walked over to him and tried not to close your eyes. "And then there's the compensation for moral damages. You're a... complicated person, you know?"

Jungkook couldn't stand it and laughed. His laugh was deep, genuine, but short.

"Okay. These are serious points. How much will it be in monetary terms?" he asked calmly, but with irony in his voice.

You pretended to think, and then held out your palm to him.

"5 million won, + for moral damages."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. He looked at your beautiful face for a moment, then turned around and went to get his tablet. He came back to you a minute later and you were already sitting on the couch.

"I need your account number," he said without looking at you.

"Tell your manager to send you all my data from ‘EON Creative’. The account number will be there." You spoke casually, almost ordering him. Jungkook glared at you. He wanted to say something barbed, but held back. He put down the tablet and sat down not far from you.

"Okay. Is that all?" he asked.

"Yes," you said shortly. You continued to sit and didn't seem to be about to leave.

Jungkook turned his head away from you and smiled to himself.

"So you tolerated kissing,?" he asked again. You raised your eyebrows, threw a lazy glance at his lips, and grimaced.

"Yes. I put up with you and your kisses. Your self-assured behavior..." you sat up straight and then leaned toward him. Jungkook could smell alcohol mixed with perfume from you. "You're a big pain in my ass, Jeon..." and then you pulled away. You stood up and looked down at him. "And I've been thinking a lot about what you said the day before yesterday. I... I like having sex with you, so I'm not going to return that rule."

Jungkook's insides turned upside down. He froze, as if someone had paused all his thoughts.

You were standing in front of him-drunk, outspoken, bold, and yet so real. The words that had just come out of your mouth cut through his brain and heart at the same time. "I like having sex with you, so I'm not going to change that rule."

You've just said it - so brazenly, so sincerely... as if it were just a fact that you couldn't keep to yourself anymore.

But it didn't set Jungkook free; on the contrary, it squeezed him from the inside. He did not expect this. And this was not the reaction he wanted.

He wanted... he wanted you to say something else. That you miss having him around. That you miss him. That you feel good with him - not just in bed.

He tilted his head down a little, leaned back and smiled.

"Oh, shit..." he thought.

You were standing over him like a temptress from his deepest dreams. There was no shadow of doubt in your eyes. Only alcohol, a little bit of rebellion, and something dangerous.

Jungkook took a gulp of air.

He looked up at you again. His eyes were no longer laughing. They were catching yours intently.

"If you're not returning that rule..." he said slowly, "...then maybe we should use the opportunity right now."

His voice was deep, husky, almost hot. But inside he was cautious.

You didn't say anything. Shaking your head, you slowly sat down on the couch next to him. Jungkook felt the warmth of your thigh next to him. And in that moment... his whole game of indifference broke down.

"You want to fuck me so badly already, Jeon?" you sounded playful. He moved closer.

"Yes," he admitted immediately. There was no reason to hide it. He really wanted to fuck you. But you were drunk, and that worried him. He didn't want to take advantage of your weakness. "But you're drunk. I think some other time," he rushed back, leaving you disappointed. You sat still for a moment, and then stood up again, but this time to leave.

"Fine. If you don't want to fuck me tonight, call your fiancée. She's definitely sober."

Jungkook instantly felt a fire inside. What a provocateur you are.

You took a step and he grabbed your arm and you fell into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close so that you wouldn't get out of his grip.

"What a sharp tongue you have, kitten. Should I put something in your mouth so you can use your tongue for a better purpose?"

Your body was frozen in his arms, but he could already feel your heart pounding furiously. Jungkook looked into your eyes, challenging you, hinting at a game you had both already lost. Your breath hitched, and he... he could barely restrain himself from ripping off your clothes.

He leaned in closer, his lips touching your cheek. He breathed in your scent. He felt a hot wave run down his spine. Your skin is so close, so real. Your body on his lap. Your gaze burning from the inside out.

"Well?" he whispered, almost touching your lips. His hands acted on their own - one slid confidently down your back, the other stopped at your hip. The feel of your warmth... and the way you were sitting... Jungkook knew he couldn't take it much longer. His arousal spoke louder than words. "Do you still want me to call Sukhi?" his voice trembled, but not with irritation. No. It sounded like frank, defenseless, fierce sexual tension.

And when you swallowed your saliva and pressed even closer to him, Jungkook almost lost control. Your body pressed against him, the towel slipped off, and your breath became even hotter. You were like a magnet.

And when you whispered into his ear, barely touching your lips.

"Sukhi can go to hell..."

... Jungkook's mind went blank.

He gasped sharply, feeling his entire body shrink in one explosive gust. His hands tightened their grip, his eyes flashed.

"Say it again," he wheezed, almost growling, feeling every nerve pulsing. Jungkook had to make sure he heard all right. You broke free of his grip and mounted him placing a knees on either side of his thighs.. Your lips moved closer to his and you whispered, burning him with your breath.

"Fuck Sukhi," you repeated and kissed his jaw, you went down his neck line. "And all your rules too..."

Everything that had held him back before shattered.

Jungkook lifted you up. He looked at your face for a moment. And then his lips covered yours - greedily, with wild hunger. As if he had been waiting for this for years, not just a few days. He put everything into that kiss - all his incomprehensible feelings, all his pain, all his anger, everything he could never say. Your response broke him completely. It was no longer a desire-it was an explosion.

Jungkook intertwined your tongues and the kiss only awakened a stronger desire. You responded with no less passion and he realized that you wanted him just as much.

You wiggled on his hips, making his erection bigger. Jungkook's cock got hard enough for you to feel the pressure on your pussy. Jungkook pushed his hips to meet yours and felt the sensation in his lower abdomen that you had already given him once before. Arousal with inner trepidation. The same fucking butterflies.

"Are you falling in love?" he thought as he moved his lips against yours. He wanted to laugh at himself, but he doesn’t do it . Even if he really falling in love with you, he didn't mind at all.

You suddenly pulled away from his lips and stopped moving your hips. Jungkook saw your lips swell slightly from the long, hot kiss. Without looking away, you slid off his hips and shamelessly threw away the piece of cloth that still covered him.

Your eyes shone with a lustful gleam and you smiled at the corner of your lips. Jungkook's cock was hard and you appreciated it. You sank to your knees. Your movements weren't as clumsy as they had been a few minutes ago. You adjusted your hair, brushing it out of your face and tucking it behind your back. All the while, you were looking brazenly into his eyes, showing him your intentions.

When your hands touched his cock, he forgot how to breathe. You wanted to suck him off and he didn't mind. Jungkook opened his legs wider and moved his hips closer to make it easier for you to do what you wanted.

Your tongue touched the head of his cock, and he unconsciously closed his eyes. The head of his cock twitched, and he seemed to start releasing more semen.

You finally took his length into your mouth. The warm wetness of your mouth felt so good, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt so blissful. You moved back and forth a few times, smearing your saliva that had already mixed with his semen. He could feel your tongue and it made him moan.

He opened his eyes. You were on your knees in front of him, your lips so perfectly on his cock. Jungkook's hand reached for your hair, which had slipped down over your face and was in the way. He grabbed it in a tight knot and gently helped you move your head.

With each thrust, Jungkook plunged deeper into you. He reached the end of your tongue with the head of his cock and noticed tears forming in your eyes. Your mouth was open wide, and you worked hard to give him pleasure.

"What a good girl," he praised your efforts. "I loved, when you sucks my cock so well."

You moaned, vibrating around his length. Jungkook felt himself get as hard as he could. His balls tensed. Any more and he would come.

You continued to caress him with your skillful tongue. But at some point you started to breathe heavily, like you were tired, but he was already on the verge.

Jungkook stopped you. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you took a deep breath. Saliva dripped down your chin and you quickly wiped it away with your hand. Jungkook leaned down and looked into your eyes.

"You need to give me blowjobs more often, they feel so damn good and your mouth is busy," Jungkook whispered, still breathing heavily. You raised an eyebrow defiantly, leaned closer, and touched his lips with your own, barely noticeable.

"You should deserve it more often, Mr. 'I don't hold back'..."

He laughed hoarsely and then straightened up, letting you finish what you started. You took him in your mouth again and this time deeper, your fingers touching his balls, stimulating him to come.

Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. The feelings from your mouth and caresses were driving him crazy. He felt his orgasm coming. His cock hardened and the next moment his warm cum spilled into your mouth. You held it open, swallowing everything he gave you.

Jungkook finally stopped spewing his cum. You let go of him and wiped the rest of his cum from your mouth. He was breathing heavily and could feel the orgasm still spreading pleasantly through his body.

Jungkook tried to even out his breathing, and his eyes - still blurry - locked onto your face as he lifted his head.

"Was it good?" you asked, licking your lip. A fiery sparkle played in your eyes. "Is my sharp tongue perfect on your cock?"

You tried to get up, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the couch. You squeaked, not expecting him to grab you, and in a moment you were pinned down by his completely naked body.

Jungkook made himself comfortable between your open legs. His smile spread slowly, as if a spring was unwinding inside him.

"You're... incredible, kitten," he whispered and reached for you. Your lips connected again in a hot kiss. Jungkook could feel his cum on your tongue. He pushed you, slowly feeling his cock harden again. He wanted to feel your wetness. To feel your velvety walls tightly enveloping his cock.

Jungkook broke your kiss, having enjoyed it enough. Now he dreams of tasting your skin. Your firm breasts, your sweet pussy.

He kissed your neck, leaving marks on it. He wanted to bite you, to taste every millimeter of your body.

Jungkook went lower, pulling up your top. There was nothing underneath, only your warm naked body. Your breasts were easily showed and the sight of your erect nipples made his cock harden more. Jungkook's hand grabbed your breast and squeezed it with a little force. He took your nipple in his mouth and played with it with his tongue.

Your flesh was delicious and he loved playing with your nipples so much. He couldn't resist the temptation to bite your tender bud when he heard you hiss. Jungkook looked up at you slyly, not taking off from your nipple. You raised your eyebrows, but your face showed no discomfort, it was pure pleasure.

He did the same thing with your other nipple, but he didn't bite it anymore. He sucked it hard, wanting to leave as many marks on your body as possible.

Jungkook got up and took off your sweatpants along with your thong. He immediately touched you, pushing your folds apart and you already were wet. You bit your lip, keeping moans from leaving your mouth. Jungkook could feel your wetness and it arousal him to hell. He smiled.

"So wet for me," he lowered himself to your hips, "this is what I've always missing."

His tongue touched your wet clit and its softness felt good on his tongue. Jungkook could smell you and taste your sweetness and couldn't stop thinking about how you make him go crazy. How you awakened something new and unknown in him, something which he felt dependent on.

Jungkook's tongue touched you with such tenderness, as if he adored you with every cell in his body. You hissed, grabbing the couch, trying not to lose control. But it was too late - your consciousness was already dissolving in this wave of pleasure that only he could give.

His fingers held your hips, not letting you slip or escape, as if it were something sacred that needed to be held tight. His every movement was precise, felt, almost slow. He wanted to enjoy you to the fullest. Your initially soft moans grew louder as Jungkook licked your folds. He felt his cock was ready to enter you. And he wanted it so badly.

He plunged two fingers into your passage, and that tightness made Jungkook almost wild. He sucked on your clit, making you scream. And it didn't take you long to come on his tongue.

Jungkook finally pulled away from your pussy, licking his lips and wiping his chin from your juices.

"I could stay here forever," he wheezed as he climbed up against you, his voice hoarse, full from the taste of you. "But, goddamn it, I want to be inside you." He kissed you, desperate to prove to you how much he needed you. When your lips parted, you trembled slightly.

"Come on Kook, come inside me please. I can't wait for you to fuck me so good."

Those were the most desirable words. That's all he needed to hear. He spread your legs and stopped at your entrance. He pressed down on your hole and began to sink into you slowly, pausing for a moment at the narrowest spot. He leaned down to you, wrapping his arms around you on either side of your torso. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his biceps.

You raised your eyebrows, probably feeling the pain of his thrusting, but he slowly continued to push and when he was completely inside you, he froze.

His head fell on your shoulder and he forced himself don’t to come from the tightness of your pussy. His cock still twitched, but he was in no hurry to move so he wouldn't cum in you prematurely. He still wanted to enjoy you.

Jungkook looked up, he saw your eyes closed and your face full of pleasure. He kissed you again, but quickly and not as greedily as before. He just wanted to connect with you completely. And without taking his lips from yours, he began to move slowly.

The sensations were incredible as always, blissful, almost nirvana for him. But today they felt even more special to him than the last time. Jungkook didn't understand why, maybe it was because you had thrown all the rules out and given him full permission, or because of you that he seemed to be in love with you.

He moved slowly. Your wet, hot tenderness enveloped him, and Jungkook felt the line between desire and feeling disappear. It wasn't just a bodily merger - it was something deeper. Something he couldn't explain.

Your every moan was like a drug that inflamed him even more. But the most powerful thing was how you looked at that moment: with your hair down, a little sweaty, but so real... so close.

"She's mine..." this thought flashed through his mind. And this time it sounded decisive. For the first time, she did not frighten him, did not cause resistance. On the contrary, it warmed him, awakened the instinct of not just a lover, but a man who wants to be near you.

His sped up, feeling you shrinking around him. The tightness, the heat, your wetness-it all merged into one crazy cocktail of pleasure that made his mind go hazy.

"God..." he whispered, lowering his forehead to yours. "How do you do this to me, huh?"

"Kook..." you said, looking into his eyes.

Jungkook slowed down inside you, not wanting to cumming so quickly. He kissed your lips once again, which were already swollen from kissing you so often and he couldn't get enough.

"Please," Jungkook said, moving inside you when he stopped kissing you, "call me that always. Don't call me 'Jungkook,'" he asked. He liked the way you used the shortened version of his name so much. He wanted you to call him "Kook" so that he would feel like more than just an acquaintance to you. Something special.

He almost completely withdrew and then re-entered you deeply and gritted his teeth as your inner walls tightened around him.

"Kook..." came out of your mouth again, and his heart nearly flew out of his chest. That sound was like a prayer. Like a promise. Like proof that you accept him not only with your body but also with your heart.

Jungkook leaned closer, squeezing you harder. There was more than just desire in each of his thrusts now. It was... like an attempt to leave a piece of himself in you. For you to carry, to cherish. To remember.

He never wanted to be someone else's. But with you... he suddenly felt that this was not a weakness. It was a privilege. To be yours.

"I've never wanted anyone so much..." came out of his chest in a whisper that barely managed to keep from becoming hoarse. But he quickly fell silent, afraid to reveal his true feelings to you. He was afraid that you might be afraid of them and push them away as usual.

Jungkook froze looking into your eyes. You were both covered in sweat. The smell of sex mixed with the smell of your perfume and his shower gel. You darted your eyes between his, searching for something in them.

"I want you to sit on top of me," he said, and walked out. Jungkook sat down on the couch and grabbed your hand, helping you sit on his lap.

You made yourself comfortable, and Jungkook put his hard cock which was in your wetness against yours enter. You put your hands on his strong shoulders and almost instantly dug your nails into the hot skin. Jungkook put his hands on your hips, helping you to lower yourself onto his length.

This time he entered you painlessly and quickly. You both moaned as you felt each other from a new angle, and that angle drove Jungkook crazy. He felt you completely - every millimeter, every movement of your hips caused a wave of ecstasy that rolled in one after another, not giving him a chance to escape from this sweet captivity.

His fingers dug into your hips harder, but not painfully - he just couldn't do otherwise. He had to hold you, to feel that you were really with him, that this was not a dream. His eyes slid over your face, catching your half-open eyelids, your lips, from which soft moans flew, your neck, damp with sweat.

"You... are so beautiful on top..." he whispered, closing his eyes as you slowly rose and fell back down on him, deeply, all the way down. His cock was enveloped in your warmth, and it was do fucking good.

You slowly move, and he leaned his head on the back of the couch, just breathing heavily, squeezing you. Your every movement made his body tense and his heart beat in a frantic rhythm. He was no longer in control of himself - only you. Only this moment. Only what was between you.

"God, you're so... you're so tight..." he wheezed, his voice trembling with excitement and something more, deeper. He looked at you, and he loved having this sex so much. He fucking loved this passion.

"I... I can't hold back anymore..." he whispered, leaning down and resting his forehead against yours. "I want to come inside you," he said his desire.

"No..." you said, exhaling. You were against it, but Jungkook wanted to come in you, marking you as his.

"Yes," he said, almost imperiously, and tightened his grip on your hips. He leaned back and started pounding you mercilessly with his hips, driving his cock as deep as he could.

After a few more strokes, you came. Jungkook felt your walls against his cock. He tensed and spilled inside you.

You held his shoulders, and Jungkook leaned his head back against the back of the couch tiredly. His chest heaved heavily and deeply. He looked up at you when he shifted his gaze.

"Jungkook..." you began, still sitting on his cock. He moved sharply and pulled you closer to him, sitting up straight.

"Kook..." he corrected you. You raised your eyebrows, a little embarrassed, and then softened.

"Kook..., what's with the habit of coming inside? Don't you know how it ends?" you protested. Jungkook put his arm around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. He knew that this way he could easily shut you up and to weaken your protest.

Jungkook gently brought his tongue out and ran it over your lower lip, as if he was tasting your taste. His breathing was still labored, his body tense after he all poured out of himself into you. But now that you were sitting on top of him, still so warm, so soft, so close, he didn't want to let go so quickly.

"A habit?" he whispered with a sly smile, kissing you again on the corner of your lips. "It's not a habit, it's more like an unrestrained desire. I know what in the ends being, but you're a responsible girl and you take birth control pills."

You shook your head, unable to contain your indignation.

"But you're irresponsible. Don't play with fate, because it likes to play tricks," you said, getting off his hips. You pulled down your top and found your thong. Jungkook shamelessly watched you put on the thong, admiring your naked ass.

You turned around, catching him in the act. You looked skeptical with one eyebrow raised.

"God, at least you covered yourself..." you said, picking up your pants.

"Why? You don't like it?" he saw you shy, even though you were sucking his cock half an hour ago. Jungkook put his hands behind his head and looked at you lazily.

"I like it, but cover yourself." you said and went over to throw a towel over him that was lying in the corner of the couch. You threw the wet towel on his crotch and tried to run away, but Jungkook grabbed you. "Hey let go, we're done for today." Jungkook squeezed you in his arms, and you covered your face with your hands to prevent him from kissing you.

"Are you sure? I think never too late for a second time," Jungkook joked, trying to remove your hands. He didn't use any force, just pretended to want to get to you.

"No!" you said desperately, "my lips are swelled up from kissing you so much and I'm tired, let me go, I want to take a shower!"

Jungkook laughed. He finally stopped touching you and grabbed your buttocks and lifted you up. He spanked your ass deliciously and gently pushed you.

"Go take a shower, kitten, and get some rest from me. You're staying with me today, and I won't let you run away."

You went and showered, muttering to yourself. Jungkook leaned back on the couch and sighed contentedly. But just then, he heard a notification on his tablet lying nearby on the table.

Jungkook reached over and saw a notification from Manager Lee.

📲 Manager Lee: "I'm sending you the results as for Kang Tehwon. You asked for details. Pay special attention to the biography. Check it out when you can."

Jungkook stood up and wrapped himself in a towel and sat deeper into the couch and opened the file. The report consisted of items that he had seen before: corporate connections, company reports, business trips...

But then his eyes came across the Personal Biography section.

Place of birth: Busan

Education: Pusan University, Faculty of Economics

Period of active residence in Busan: until 2002

Note: In 1997-1998, he was spotted in a relationship with a local model, Han Seo Ri, who was famous in Busan at the time.

Insider information: There are confirmed rumors that Kang Tehwon had a child out of wedlock as a result of this relationship.

Paternity has not been recognized.

Model's name: Han Seo Ri

Child's name: Han Y/N.

Jungkook froze.

He read the paragraph twice. Three times. And again. His palms grew cold. Han Y/N…He looked up from the screen towards the bathroom and the water was running in the shower.

"Is it really..."

His heart was beating fast.

"It can't be..."

Jungkook stood up. The towel slipped slightly from his hips, but he didn't even notice it.

"You're Kang Tehwon's illegitimate daughter...?!Damn it..." he exhaled, clutching the tablet in his hands.

He heard the water stop running from the bathroom. He stood there motionless, his mind racing with many thoughts.

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