#Reading between the lines: What is everyone's plan to make sure I'm happy for the rest of my life so I don't do this to all of you guys ^_^

[yeonban]

Tobias, cheerfully, after "coincidentally" dropping a line letting people know he's reigniting medieval execution methods

[theetherealbloom]

IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU - CH.9

Chapter Nine: The Silver Lining's I'll Be There With You

Summary: You find yourself sharing a hotel suite with Pedro Pascal while working on the set of Fantastic Four: First Steps. Despite your different roles—he’s the star, and you’re behind the scenes. Nothing could ever happen between you two… right?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Warnings: Age-Gap Romance (Not Specified), Eventual SMUT, Crush, FLUFF, Slight Angst, Trope(s), Swearing, Anxiety, Lots of Cliches, Cheesy Dialogue, Romance, Kissing, Real People Fiction, Cameras, Paparazzi, Social Media, Swoonworthy, One-Room Trope, They were roommates, Strangers-to-Lovers, Actors, Hallmark Tropes, the reader can sing and play guitar, the reader is shorter than Pedro, the reader has hair, Alternate Universe, Awkward!Reader, Shy!Reader, Fan Girl!Reader, Cringe, Embarrassment, Starstruck, Heavy Overthinking, Cecilia deserves her own warning lol, Confrontation,

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: SOOO… lol, this is the longest I’ve gone without writing/posting, I deeply apologise and I’m so sorry T^T I literally had to lock the fuck in with school, each week I had at least two exams/deadlines. I blame our profs for their poor planning lol. Anyways, I have a little bit of a lighter load now since it’s almost finals season… I’ll keep ya’ll posted, and I humbly ask ya’ll to be patient for the next update and oh god, TLOU season 2… Uneven Odds… My backlog is insane right now, oh naur. Pedro babes I love you, but go on vacation boo. 

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: Silver Lining by Laufey

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PINEWOOD STUDIOS, LONDON — MORNING

You were hella nervous. Pedro held your hand the entire car ride to the studio, his thumb softly brushing over your knuckles, grounding you even as your stomach twisted itself into knots.

"You're quiet," he murmured, watching you from the corner of his eye. "You okay, baby?"

You forced a smile. "Yeah. Just… y’know. Nervous."

"About what?"

You shrugged, trying to play it off. "I dunno. Just… going back on set. Seeing everyone. After, y'know…"

The accident.

Pedro squeezed your hand tighter. His jaw clenched, and you could tell — he was still haunted by it too. The way you had thrown yourself in front of him. The way he had watched you collapse under the rig. The way he had screamed for help — like his entire world was falling apart.

"Hey." His voice was soft. "I'm not leaving your side, okay? The second you wanna leave — we leave. I don't care what anyone says."

And you believed him. God, you did. But there was still this gnawing pit in your stomach. Something you couldn't shake.

Because something still didn't make sense.

The rig was never supposed to fall like that.

The air in the studio felt wrong the moment you stepped inside.

Too still. Too watchful.

The crew was polite — too polite — but cagey. Their gazes flitted toward you, then away. Conversations hushed behind clipboards. Even your supervisor couldn’t meet your eyes. Something was off.

And Pedro… he never let go of your hand.

“Hey.” His thumb brushed against your knuckles, voice low. “You okay?”

You weren’t sure. Your stomach coiled, dread sinking deep into your bones. “Yeah. Just—”

“—Glad you could make it,” a voice interrupted.

You both turned.

Rob, the production’s safety manager, stood stiffly at the entrance. His face was a heavy mask of professionalism, but his eyes… there was something hard in them.

“Rob?” Pedro said, stepping forward slightly. “What’s going on?”

Rob’s jaw flexed. “We need to speak with you both. Privately.”

Your stomach flipped. “Both of us?”

A beat of hesitation. “Yes. It’s regarding the rig accident.”

Pedro’s grip on your hand tightened.

The meeting room was small and clinical. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the walls in a cold, sterile glow. A long table stretched across the center, surrounded by a few empty chairs — and at the end of it, a large television screen.

You sat next to Pedro. His knee pressed against yours, grounding you — or maybe grounding himself.

“What’s going on?” you finally managed, trying to sound casual despite the dread in your throat.

Rob didn’t answer immediately. He set his clipboard down and exhaled heavily, gaze flicking between you and Pedro. We reviewed the footage from the accident. We also conducted a full inspection of the rig.”

Your chest tightened. “And?”

Rob hesitated, his throat working. “We found something.”

Silence dropped like a hammer. Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“What did you find?” Pedro’s voice was tight, protective.

Rob didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed a remote and clicked it. The television flickered to life.

And there it was.

The accident.

Your throat closed.

You watched yourself on the screen — laughing softly as you secured the cast into their harnesses. Pedro stood beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he said something that made you smile. The light rig swayed subtly above you, unnoticed.

And then—

It happened.

The exact moment the rig detached.

A sharp, metallic snap. Your body jolted, instinctively pushing Pedro out of the way as the light came crashing down.

Your mouth ran dry. Every muscle in your body seized.

“Wait—pause it,” Pedro rasped, his voice cracking. “Right there.”

Rob froze the footage. Pedro shot to his feet, pointing at the corner of the screen. “Zoom in.”

The image expanded.

And there — in the background — was someone.

Half-hidden behind a metal panel. But unmistakable.

“Cecilia,” you whispered, ice flooding your veins.

Pedro went rigid beside you. “What the fuck—”

She was watching you. Her gaze locked solely on you. And then — her hand moved.

A deliberate pull.

And that’s when the rig snapped.

“No.” Pedro’s voice broke, his entire body jerking back as though burned. “No — she—” His hand raked through his hair. “She did that on fucking purpose.”

You couldn’t breathe. “Why—why would she—”

And then Rob’s voice cut through. Low. Grave.

“…She wasn’t trying to kill Mr. Pascal.”

The room dropped into an unbearable silence.

Your head snapped toward Rob. “…What?”

Rob’s throat worked. “The investigation revealed the rig was deliberately tampered with during your lunch break. Cecilia was on set when no one else was. We believe she… adjusted the release on the rig.”

Your entire body went cold. “But it didn’t fall on me,” you rasped. “It— it almost hit him—”

“Because the timing was off.” Rob’s voice was heavy. “…It was meant to fall when you returned. She was waiting for you to get under it.”

Pedro’s hands were shaking. “You’re saying—”

“She was trying to kill her,” Rob confirmed grimly. “And when it didn’t happen — she didn’t react. She just… watched.”

Your stomach lurched.

Pedro stumbled back a step, his face ashen. “Where the fuck is she?” he demanded, voice raw.

“We have her in a separate room. Security’s questioning her now.”

Rob’s words sat heavy in the air.  

The room was suffocating. You could hear the hum of the air conditioner, the faint chatter from outside the closed door, the scratch of Rob’s pen against his clipboard. Everything felt too loud and too quiet at the same time.  

You exhaled slowly, trying to ground yourself.  

"I know she and I don’t get along…” you started, your voice unsteady. “But this is a lot.”  

Pedro’s head snapped toward you. His eyes—wide, dark, still brimming with the horror of what he just saw—searched yours like he couldn’t believe you were saying that.  

“A lot?” he repeated, voice tight. “A lot?”  

You swallowed.  

“Pedro, I—”  

“No.” He let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his curls before gripping the back of his neck, his whole body strung tight with barely restrained fury. “She tried to fucking kill you. And you’re standing here acting like it’s just—what? Office drama?”  

Your stomach twisted. “That’s not—”  

“No,” he cut you off, stepping closer. “She planned this, waited for the right moment, rigged that thing to fall exactly when you’d be standing there—” He sucked in a shaky breath. “She watched it happen.”  

The words made your blood run cold.  

Because he was right.  

She had watched. You’d seen it in the footage—the way her head barely moved as the rig came loose, how she didn’t even flinch when it nearly crushed Pedro.  

If anything… it had almost looked like satisfaction.  

A chill ran down your spine.  

Pedro saw your expression shift, and his own softened just a fraction. He sighed, running a hand down his face before reaching for you again, his fingers sliding against yours.  

“Amor,” he murmured, his voice low and pleading. “You can’t downplay this.”  

You hesitated—but you didn’t pull away.  

“I just—” you licked your lips, eyes darting toward Rob. “I need to know why.”  

“Then let’s find out.” Pedro’s grip tightened. He looked at Rob. “I want to see her.”  

Rob hesitated.  

"Mr. Pascal, I don't think—"  

“We need to see her.”  

There was no room for argument.  

Rob exhaled sharply, glancing between you both before nodding. "Follow me."  

SECURITY ROOM — PINEWOOD STUDIOS

The moment you stepped inside, the air felt wrong.  

Cecilia didn’t look up at first. She just sat there, fingers tapping lazily against the metal table, the picture of boredom. But when the door clicked shut behind you, her lips curled into something sharp, something mocking.  

“Well, well.” She leaned back, exhaling a slow breath through her nose. “Look who survived.”  

Pedro’s hands clenched into fists.  

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse pounded in your ears. You had questions—you had so many questions—but standing in front of her, seeing the absolute lack of remorse in her expression, your stomach twisted into knots.  

“You were trying to kill me.” It wasn’t even a question.  

Cecilia tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something twisted. “You make it sound so dramatic.”  

Pedro lunged.  

Security was on him before he could reach her, two guards stepping in to block his path. His breathing was ragged, shoulders heaving, but he didn’t take his eyes off her.  

“You tried to fucking kill her!” he spat, voice raw with barely restrained rage.  

Cecilia let out a soft, breathy laugh.  

And then she looked at you.  

The intensity of it made your stomach churn. There was something ugly in her gaze, something simmering beneath the surface.  

“Don’t act so shocked,” she mused, her voice sickly sweet. “You had to know I hated you.”  

You took a shaky step forward. “Why?”  

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.”  

“Why, Cecilia?”  

Her smirk dropped.  

And then—  

"Because you don’t belong here," she snapped.  

The air seemed to still.  

Pedro stiffened beside you.  

Cecilia leaned forward, her nails scraping against the metal table. "You’re nobody," she sneered. “Some random, awkward little nobody who just lucked her way into all of this.” Her eyes flicked to Pedro with something scathing. “And somehow, you have him wrapped around your pathetic little finger.”  

Your breath hitched.  

Pedro’s hand found yours, squeezing tight.  

She saw it. And laughed.  

"Oh, wow," she drawled. “That’s fucking hilarious.”  

You opened your mouth, but she cut you off.  

"You walk onto this set like you belong here, like you’re one of us—but you’re not." Her voice was venomous now, her eyes wild. “You think people don’t talk about you? You think we don’t see it? The way you cling to him like some shy, pathetic little puppy?”  

You flinched.  

Pedro stepped in front of you instinctively, his body a shield. “You don’t get to talk to her like that.”  

Cecilia rolled her eyes. "Look at you. Protecting her. It’s honestly nauseating."  

Pedro’s grip on your hand tightened.  

"Here’s what really pisses me off," she continued, voice low and sharp. "I worked my ass off to get where I am. I have connections, I have talent, I belong here. But you—" her lip curled "—some quiet, nothing of a girl, you get handed everything. People like you shouldn’t get to win."  

Your throat tightened.  

Cecilia sat back, exhaling through her nose. "So yeah," she murmured. "I wanted you gone."  

Silence.  

And then Pedro moved.  

Not toward her—but toward you. His hand came up, cupping the back of your neck, his thumb brushing softly against your jaw. His touch was gentle, but his voice was firm.  

“She’s everything you’ll never be,” he said quietly.  

Cecilia’s eyes darkened.  

Rob, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. His voice was sharp, cold.  

“You’re done.”�� 

Cecilia blinked, her head snapping toward him.  

“Legal is handling the rest,” Rob continued. "You’ll be formally charged. The company will pursue legal action for endangering crew and tampering with safety equipment. And as for Mr. Pascal and Miss—”  

Pedro cut him off. “We’re filing charges too.”  

Your heart skipped.  

Cecilia laughed. "We’re?” Her eyes flicked to you. “Oh my god. You’re actually letting him do this for you.”  

Pedro didn’t even hesitate. "No," he said. “She’s not letting me do anything. I’m doing this because she deserves better.”  

Cecilia scoffed, but it was weaker now.  

Security moved in. "Time’s up," one of them muttered, gripping Cecilia’s arm.  

She didn’t fight them. Didn’t struggle. But as they led her out, she turned, eyes locking onto yours.  

And then she smiled.  

A chill ran down your spine.  

Pedro felt it. You knew he did—because his hand never left yours.  

Rob cleared his throat. "You two need to come with me. Legal will brief you on the next steps."  

Pedro nodded, already leading you toward the door.  

But your feet felt heavy.  

This wasn’t over.  

Not by a long shot.  

And somehow… you had a terrible feeling that Cecilia wasn’t done with you yet.

PINEWOOD STUDIOS — LATER THAT DAY

To say the rest of the workday was exhausting was an understatement.  

The meeting with legal had been a blur—signing statements, reviewing footage again, going over protocol and next steps. There was so much red tape, so much legal jargon, that it all started to bleed together in your head.  

And then there was Cecilia.  

She was officially gone. Fired. Out of the studio.  

No one was exactly mourning her departure. In fact, you quickly realized that she hadn’t been all that liked to begin with. Crew members exchanged knowing glances, a few even muttering things like, “About damn time.” It was a strange kind of relief, knowing you hadn’t imagined the way she’d treated you—that you hadn’t been overreacting.  

Still, you couldn’t shake the sick feeling in your gut.  

There was something about the way she had smiled before she left.  

Like she knew something you didn’t.  

But you pushed it down. You had to. There was still work to be done, cameras to prep, lights to check. The show had to go on, and the last thing you wanted was to make everything about you.  

So you pretended.  

You focused on your job, gave polite smiles when necessary, forced your hands to steady when they trembled. If anyone noticed how stiff you were, they didn’t say anything. And if Pedro noticed—well.  

He was watching you.  

Constantly.  

Even as he ran through his scenes, even when he was talking to the director, even when he was across the damn set, you could feel it—his eyes lingering, his brow furrowed in quiet concern.  

And honestly? It was starting to make you nervous.  

So, during a break between shots, when he finally cornered you near the equipment table, you weren’t exactly surprised.  

"Are you okay?"  

You swallowed, forcing a small smile. "I’m fine."  

Pedro raised an eyebrow.  

Damn it.  

"I’m trying to be fine," you amended, shifting awkwardly under his gaze.  

He sighed. "You don’t have to try with me, you know."  

Your stomach twisted.  

Because that was the thing about Pedro—he was safe. You had known that since the moment you met him. It was in his voice, in the warmth of his touch, in the way he never pushed too hard, never made you feel like you had to be anything other than what you were.  

And that—that terrified you more than anything.  

Because what if you fell into that safety? What if you leaned too hard? What if you needed him too much?  

You bit your lip, glancing down. "I just... I don’t want to make this a big deal."  

Pedro was silent for a beat. Then—  

"But it is a big deal," he murmured.  

Your breath caught.  

Pedro reached out, his fingers ghosting over your wrist before he really touched you—slow and gentle, like he was giving you the chance to pull away.  

You didn’t.  

"Someone tried to hurt you," he continued, voice low, careful. "I need you to understand that I—" He broke off, his jaw clenching like he was trying to rein himself in. "I don’t take that lightly."  

You exhaled shakily.  

"I know," you whispered.  

His fingers tightened around your wrist, warm and steady.  

For a second, neither of you moved.  

And then—  

Someone called Pedro’s name from across the set.  

He swore under his breath but didn’t let go right away, his thumb brushing absently against your pulse.  

"We’re not done talking about this," he murmured.  

And before you could protest, he was gone.  

Leaving you standing there, heart racing, hands aching with the ghost of his touch.

PINEWOOD STUDIOS — EARLY EVENING  

The day dragged on like a ghost of itself.

After Cecilia was escorted off set and Pedro’s legal team assured you everything would be handled, you forced yourself to keep working. You were quiet. Careful. Mechanical. Going through the motions like a wind-up version of yourself.

People tried to be nice. Someone handed you a protein bar. Someone else asked if you were okay in that awkward, nervous way people do when they don’t know how to talk about something awful.  

You smiled. Nodded. Said, “Yeah. I’m okay.”

You weren’t.

By the time the lights dimmed and crew started packing up, the hum of the studio felt deafening. Pedro had been across the lot filming a short pickup scene—he’d looked back at you three times as he walked off, like he didn’t want to leave you alone, but you waved him on with a soft, forced smile. Told him you’d be fine.

You lied.

Because now you found yourself sitting on a lonely bench just outside the studio’s back lot, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. The sun was low in the sky, casting everything in golden haze, but none of it touched the growing pit in your chest.

Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

You almost died.

He almost died.  

You didn’t even remember moving—your body just acted, just lunged toward him before the rig collapsed. You could still feel the heat of it brushing past your back as you shoved him out of the way. The sound of it crashing. Pedro yelling your name. The weight of it all hadn’t sunk in until now.

You sat there, heart pounding, staring at your hands like they belonged to someone else.

Then—Footsteps. Familiar ones. Heavy boots on pavement.

Pedro.

“…There you are,” he said softly.

You looked up too fast, eyes wide. He frowned when he saw your face.

“You said you were going to the parking lot,” he murmured, kneeling down in front of you instead of sitting beside you. “You’ve been out here alone?”

You nodded. Barely. “Yeah. I just… I needed a second.”

His gaze flickered over you, reading all the things you didn’t say.

“You’re not okay.”

You tried to smile again. Failed. “No.”

That one word cracked something open. Your voice wobbled. “I’m really not.”

Pedro didn’t say anything—he just reached for your hands, gently prying them from where they were clutched around your middle. His thumbs brushed your knuckles as he held them, grounding you with his warmth.

“I keep thinking,” you whispered, “If I was just a few steps slower—if I hadn’t looked up, if the timing was different… you could’ve been—”

“Hey.” He reached up, cupping your cheek. His voice was low and firm and steady. “But I wasn’t. You were there. You saved me.”

You blinked hard. Your throat tightened. “But you shouldn’t have been in danger in the first place. None of this should’ve happened. I don’t know how she—how someone I used to know—could hate me that much. It’s like… like I did something wrong just by existing.”

Pedro’s brow furrowed. His thumb brushed gently under your eye where a tear had slipped free. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “You’re not the problem, cariño. She is. Whatever’s broken in her, it has nothing to do with you.”

You dropped your gaze. “I’ve always been the weird one. The quiet one. The ‘who even let her in here?’ kind of girl.”

Pedro let out a breath like it hurt to hear you say that. Then he sat beside you, pulling you into his chest without hesitation. You didn’t even think—your body just curled into him like it was home.

“I don’t know who made you feel like that,” he said quietly, “but they were all wrong.”

His arms were wrapped around you tight. Solid. Safe.

“You belong here,” he whispered. “You’re good at your job. You’re kind. And brave. You didn’t even hesitate today. You didn’t think about it, didn’t flinch—you just moved.”

You felt the warmth of his breath against your temple.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life,” he admitted. “Watching that rig come down, seeing you throw yourself toward me—” His voice cracked, just a little. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you got hurt.”

Your heart thudded painfully at that.

You shifted slightly, your face still tucked against his shoulder, your voice small. “But I’m okay.”

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “But that doesn’t mean it’s okay.”

Silence fell for a moment. But it wasn’t heavy this time. It was full of unspoken things. Of feeling.  

You pulled back just enough to look at him. He didn’t let go.

“…You really scared me too,” you whispered. “More than I expected. And I—I don’t think it’s just because I like working with you.”

Pedro’s eyes softened.

“You don’t?” he asked gently.

Your cheeks flushed. You glanced down, shy and awkward. “No. I think… I think I like you in the stupid romantic way.”

Pedro didn’t answer at first. Instead, he leaned in—slow, careful, giving you every chance to back away.

You didn’t.

And when he kissed you, it was soft. Warm. Like the sun finally touching your skin after a long, cold day.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, “That’s not stupid.”

You smiled, still tearful, still trembling—but for the first time all day, the weight on your chest felt just a little bit lighter.

CHILTERN FIREHOUSE HOTEL — EVENING

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet.

Not uncomfortable—just… full. The kind of silence that settles in after your body’s been wrung out by adrenaline and nerves. You stared out the window, your hands fidgeting in your lap. Pedro sat beside you, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your wrist with his thumb, like he needed to keep reminding himself you were still there.

He didn’t ask you anything. Didn’t push. Just stayed close.

By the time the keycard clicked and the hotel door swung open, your shoulders felt like they were being held up by thread.

Pedro locked the door behind you. You stood there for a beat too long, not sure what to do with yourself. Like you were suddenly a guest in your own body.

“Hey,” his voice came from behind, soft. “Why don’t you sit down, okay?”

You nodded, toeing off your shoes and sinking onto the edge of the bed. The moment your weight settled into the mattress, your spine curled forward. You didn’t cry. Didn’t break. Just sat there, small and still, trying to hold it all in.

Pedro crouched in front of you.

You didn’t realize your hands were shaking until he reached for them.

“Can I?” he asked quietly.

You looked up, eyes glassy, and gave the smallest nod.

He took your hands into his, warm and steady, his thumbs brushing slow circles over your knuckles.

“Pedro…”

He hummed, tilting his head slightly, eyes focused entirely on you. “Hm?”

You hesitated. Your heart fluttered in your chest—nervous, raw, still carrying the weight of everything that had happened. But his hands felt like an anchor. His eyes were kind and open and safe.

“Thank you,” you said softly. Barely more than a whisper.

His lips parted—just the smallest bit—and then curved into something achingly tender.

“Anything for you, mi amor,” he murmured.

Your breath caught.

The way he said it—it wasn’t casual. It wasn’t performative. There was no teasing lilt in his voice. It was soft and full of meaning, like every word had been carefully chosen. Like he meant it with his whole chest.

You tried to look away, but he was already watching you with that gaze that always made you feel like the most precious thing in the room.

“I don’t know why you’re being so nice to me,” you said quietly, your voice cracking just a little. “I’ve been weird all day, I barely said anything, and I just—there was this moment where I couldn’t stop shaking. I still feel like I can’t breathe right.”

Pedro didn’t respond right away.

Instead, he brought your hands up and pressed a kiss to your fingers, slow and reverent. Like you were something delicate and sacred.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he said gently. “I know what today was. I saw what it did to you. And I saw how hard you still tried.”

Your throat felt tight.

“You didn’t shut down,” he continued. “You showed up. You protected me. And then you went right back to work like nothing happened. But sweetheart… that wasn’t nothing. That was a lot.”

Your lips trembled.

He let go of your hands just long enough to cup your face, his thumbs stroking along your cheeks. “You don’t have to be okay right away. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I didn’t think it’d affect me this much,” you whispered. “It’s just… I felt so stupid for freezing up earlier.”

“You weren’t stupid,” he said immediately. “You were brave. You were human.”

You looked down, unsure of what to say to that. You were still getting used to how he talked to you—like you mattered. Like your feelings were real and valid and worth holding space for.

Pedro tipped your chin up with a gentle finger. “Hey.”

Your eyes met his again.

“I mean it,” he said softly. “You don’t owe anyone a perfect reaction. You don’t owe me anything except exactly who you are.”

“I don’t know how to be that around you,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “I still feel like I’m tripping over my own feet when I talk.”

His smile turned playful—just for a second.

“I think it’s cute.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “Don’t say that.”

He laughed softly, arms wrapping around you again.

“I’m serious,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re so hard on yourself, mi amor. But I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

Your heart fluttered painfully in your chest. You stayed like that, pressed close against him, letting his warmth sink into your skin like sunlight through linen. Your fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, and he held you like you were something he didn’t want to let go of.

Eventually, you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes again.

“Will you stay?” you asked softly.

Pedro’s expression didn’t even flicker. “Of course.”

“No, I mean…” You hesitated. “All night.”

He reached up, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You want me here?”

You nodded. “I feel safe when you’re here.”

His chest rose with a quiet breath, and then he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead—slow, lingering, warm.

“Then I’m staying,” he said simply.

And he did.

You both climbed under the covers a few minutes later, your back to his chest, his arms around your waist. He held you gently, like a promise. You were still a little shy, still unsure of how close to be—but when he murmured, “I’ve got you,” into your shoulder, something deep in you finally let go.

You fell asleep wrapped in his warmth, the world softening around you.

End Notes:

I know, it's not a super long chapter update, for that I am so sorry, but I swear the next one will be longer tehe!

Will they catch a break?!?! I dunno. There’s a lot of things that come with dating a celebrity… and soon enough, the public will find out. I’m sure it will be fine! ...Right?

Anyways, I apologize once again for the wait and thank you for your patience! See you soon 🤍

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Miracle Worker

SUMMARY |  After a devastating accident left you unable to have children, you struggle with deep depression, but eventually took over as CEO of Hope Media. Your friends Taeyong and Johnny selflessly supported you, with Johnny secretly longing to be more than a friend. Everything shifted when Jaehyun expressed interest, bringing excitement and a new romance into your life. A surprise pregnancy leaves you torn between Jaehyun and Johnny as potential fathers. Will Jaehyun choose to stay with you? Will Johnny's feelings change? Can you find true happiness amidst the complexities of love and friendship?

PAIRINGS |  Johnny x Reader x Jaehyun

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked 

GENRE |  smut, angst, romance, drama

CONTENT/WARNINGS |  profanity, drinking, mentions of car accident/trauma, office au, friends to lovers, flirting, teasing, pregnancy, threesome, poly relationship, voyeurism, cuckolding, car sex, unprotective sex, office sex, oral sex (both male/female receiving and giving), fingering, marking, shoulder biting, hair grabbing, creampies, daddy kink, breeding/impregnation, pet names, lots of dirty talk

LENGTH |  29,089 words 

TAGLIST |  @lovetaroandtaemin

NETWORKS |  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @keopihaus @dove-net @neocity-net

AUTHOR’S NOTE | I originally posted this back in 2019 back on my AFF account as a multi-chaptered series but I took a break from it and never finished it. So I decided to bring this back with better writing and as a long fic instead lol. Thank you @lovetaroandtaemin and @unholywriters for beta-reading this monster of a fic and thank you @shadowkoo for the beautifulllllll banner. I appreciate all the help and the work that you two helped with with this. 💚 I hope everyone enjoys reading this and thank you and much love!

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"Oh, come on," you rolled your eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel. You had been stuck in traffic for about an hour, and you barely budged from your spot. What the hell was going on to cause this traffic? You pushed a few buttons on the infotainment screen of your car, hearing the echoes of ringing.

"Hey boss," the voice of your male assistant said enthusiastically on the other line. "Are you here yet?"

"Jisung-ah, I'm stuck in traffic. I have no idea what time I'll get into the office," you muttered, letting out a small groan. "This is complete torture."

"Oh, that's not good. Did you want me to push your schedule back for tomorrow?" Jisung asked.

"Yes please," you said as you stepped on the gas pedal lightly and then on the brakes to stop. "I have that Management meeting soon, right? Keep that open and reschedule everything else. Let the others know that I’ll be a tad bit late.

"No problem," Jisung said as you heard him scribble something on a pad of paper. "Oh! Did you want me to reschedule your lunch with your father as well?"

"If you can Jisung," Lunch with dad… You felt bad since you barely had time to spend with your dad due to taking over his position since he retired. "Actually, can you make dinner reservations for us over at Heaven’s Highway? Include both Johnny and Taeyong, please."

"Ouuu. The fancy restaurant. I'll be sure to let him know about the change of plans," Jisung said. You heard him shuffling around in the background, most likely heading over to his desk. "I hope you get here soon. Johnny-hyung and a few of the others just stepped into your office for the meeting."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for reminding me, Jisung. I'm hoping the traffic goes by faster," you muttered as you slowly moved in traffic. "I'll see you when I get there."

"Yep. See you soon," Jisung said before he hung up. You focused on the road, and before you knew it, traffic started to move along. You continued to drive along the main streets of Seoul until you pulled into your personal parking space at the company’s garage that was only a few feet from the main building. You got up out of the car, locked it and walked out of the garage to look at the towering building in front of you.

Hope Media.

Your baby. Your child.

For the longest time, you poured out all your time and feelings into the company. You were the only child in your family, so when your father retired, you took over the position of CEO of Hope Media at the age of twenty. The company flourished under the ten years you took control. It was now one of the leading companies that produced movies, TV dramas, commercials and music videos. You noticed the poster of Dream, Hope Media’s highly acclaimed actress who was currently promoting a new sageuk drama. You remembered that Dream started her career into acting the year that you took over the company. She was one of the factors of Hope Media becoming as successful as it is.

Walking into the main entrance of the building, several employees called out their greetings. You gave them several nods and continued towards the elevator where one of your best friends stood, checking his watch and lightly tapping his feet.

"Good morning, Taeyong," you said as you stood by the man.

"Don’t you mean 'good afternoon'?" He looked up and lightly huffed at you. He gave you an amused grin a few seconds later as he pushed the up button to the elevator. "Geezes Y/N, it’s past lunchtime, and you’re just now coming into the office? Did you forget about the meeting?"

"No, I didn't forget. Traffic was a bitch," you sighed, ran a hand through your hair and entered the elevator as the doors opened. Pressing the button to the top floor, you leaned back against the wall. "I swear there's like construction on every corner in Seoul."

"There's construction everywhere," Lee Taeyong muttered as he watched you. He crossed his arms and leaned against the elevator wall, watching the floor numbers flash before his eyes. "Jisung told me that you invited Johnny and I to have dinner with your dad?"

"Yeah, since I obviously missed lunch with him," you frowned and plucked at your sleeve. "Plus, Dad has been saying that he wants to see you and Johnny since you guys stopped visiting him."

"I haven't stopped visiting him," Taeyong chuckled as the elevator stopped. "You’re just keeping us busy, and I have to pick up your slack when you're out of the office."

"Oh hush," you lightly slapped his shoulder as you walked out of the elevator and into the lobby of your upscale office. Park Jisung, a young man in his twenties, rose to his feet when he saw you and gave you a small frown. You gestured to your office. "Are they still waiting for me?"

"Yep. It's only been ten minutes," Jisung said as he handed you several portfolios. "Need me to bring anything for you guys?"

"Nah, it's fine, but thanks, Jisung-ah," you gave him a small smile. "You're the best assistant ever."

"I hope so. With the trouble you caused last time when you ran late for Ms. Dream’s conference, I had to work twice as hard with Johnny-hyung to make sure it went well," Jisung huffed. You chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. He was one of the youngest in the company, but he showed incredible amounts of potential.

"Did I ever tell you that I hate meetings?" You turned to Taeyong and asked him, contemplating if you wanted to open the office door.

He chuckled. "All the time. Let’s just get this over with then, shall we?"

You stepped into your office, Taeyong following after you. This was going to be a long meeting.

The meeting came to an end, and the others filed out of your office. Taeyong and Johnny Suh were the first to make a run to their offices, muttering something about getting ready for tonight’s dinner. You saw Nakamoto Yuta and Lee Jeno in deep conversation about something, Qian Kun following closely behind them as they disappeared towards the elevators. You smiled, told Jisung that you were calling it a night, closed the door to the office, and turned to walk towards your chair but ran into someone’s chest.

Someone was still here?

"You okay, Y/N?" A husky voice rang out. You looked up to see Jeong Jaehyun, the Head Executive of the Creative Accounts Department, looking down at you with a worried expression.

If there was a ranking of the most attractive men in the company, you knew for sure that Jaehyun would be ranked in the top five. He was nice to every girl in every department, considerate to the other employees and in general was just a great employee. He ranked second after Yuta during manager performances, and people seemed to flock to him.

Hell, he was a great lover too. Not that you ever had sex with him. But from the talks of all the girls in various departments, you knew that Jaehyun got around. You thought your other best friend, Johnny, was trouble, but now you have to consider that Jaehyun was trouble as well.

"I'm fine. I didn’t know you were still here," you shook your head lightly and gave him a small smile. "Did you need to talk about something, Jaehyun?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," Jaehyun smiled and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip at his handsome features. "Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner? You probably didn’t get to eat lunch since you were stuck in traffic, right?"

You lightly shook your head and gave him a small smile. "I’m sorry Jaehyun. I actually have dinner plans with my father and a few friends. Maybe another time?"

"No problem. Just let me know when you're free. You have my number," Jaehyun gave you a small smile before waving and leaving the office.

You have my number...

"You're goddamn right that I have your number, Jeong Jaehyun," you heaved a big sigh and slouched in your chair, kicking off your heels under the desk. You buried your face in your hands, not hearing the sound of a few knocks at the office door and a few muffled voices.

Why did Jaehyun affect you so much? Why did you let him take your phone the other day and put in his number? You groaned in frustration and rubbed your head, your hair becoming messy.

"Yo, Y/N," you vaguely heard Johnny’s voice from the door. You looked up from your hands and sighed as you noticed your best friends. Did they forget something earlier? Johnny gave you a look over, noticed the disheveled hair, the bare feet, and clothes askew. His eyes widened, and he looked at the closed door before making his way to your desk. "We just saw Jaehyun leave the office. Damn, girl. Hooking up with a man years younger than you."

"Are you okay?" Taeyong asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Jaehyun didn't do anything to you right?"

"I’m fine, Taeyong. And shut up Johnny. It’s not what you think it is," you frowned. "Jaehyun asked me out to dinner, and I declined his invitation."

Johnny raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"We have dinner with my dad tonight," you reminded him, rolling your eyes. Taeyong shook his head when Johnny snapped his fingers in response as he remembered. "And he’s too young for me."

"He’s in his late twenties. That’s not young at all," Johnny muttered. He counted on his fingers. "He's like what… a year younger than you?"

"I’m thirty, Johnny," you reminded him. "Jaehyun is three years younger than me."

"So, what’s wrong with that?" Johnny scratched his head. "He’s an adult, so you don’t have to worry about being a pedophile."

"Maybe that's not the problem," you muttered. You rubbed your temples to relieve tension and slumped into your chair. "Johnny. I'm the boss."

"So?" Johnny asked. Taeyong elbowed him. The two began to exchange looks and you groaned as you buried your face in the files on your desk, hoping that the words in those papers would help you vanish from the room. "You don't need to be shy. Jaehyun is pretty hot, and you’re not exactly unattractive either."

"God, Johnny, can you give it a rest?" You muttered and threw a file at his face, thankful that you were skilled enough to avoid Taeyong's elbow in retaliation. You sighed. "I can't get involved with a guy younger than me. Especially one working under me."

"Sure you can," Johnny wiggled his eyebrows. You saw Taeyong pinch the bridge of his nose as he held back his laughter, and you bit back your own smile. You focused back at Johnny. "Workplace romances do exist and work out in a lot of cases."

"I'd rather not," you said as you swiveled in the chair.

Taeyong shook his head. "If you're that desperate, why don’t you just date one of us? I mean we did sleep together a few times."

"No way," you said quickly, shaking your head. "That was like years ago, Taeyong. Sleeping together a few times is one thing, but to officially date is another."

"You haven’t slept with me yet," Johnny muttered as he made his way towards you and fixed your disheveled outfit and hair. "Why didn't you have sex with me anyway? Don't you like me? I'm awesome and super sexy."

"Johnny," you slapped him lightly with another file. He merely laughed, showing off his pearly white teeth. You glanced at him and raised an eyebrow as you squinted in thought. Johnny was a sexy man too. Good-looking, tall, built, rich. You chuckled a bit and waved him off as he continued to grin at you. "I don't think you can handle my freak."

"I think I can manage," Johnny muttered. "It would be mind-blowing sex, Y/N. I’ll probably be better than Taeyong."

"How do you know that I didn’t have mind-blowing sex with her? For all you know, I’m probably really good," Taeyong muttered.

"Nah, you're most likely a vanilla man, Taeyong," Johnny wiggled his eyebrows. "But you know what they say here..."

"Ahhhh… 'One flirts with Mr Suh to get laid, while one flirts with Mr Lee to be his wife.' That saying?" You asked as you slipped on your heels and grabbed your purse, a chuckle coming from Johnny. "Oh, what's that one about me? 'If you catch the eye of the Lady CEO, then your wildest dreams and fantasies will come true.' Oh man, my reputation must be bad, huh?"

"It’s not all that bad," Taeyong chuckled. "Johnny’s reputation sounds worse than yours."

"What reputation? Y/N sounds more like a sexual predator," Johnny muttered.

"I do not have sex with anyone unless it's consensual," you rolled your eyes.

"I think she already has her next target. She’s probably thinking of fucking Jaehyun right? Stuffing her panties in his pretty little mouth?" Johnny slung an arm around your shoulder as the three of you made your way towards the elevator.

"If you continue talking," you raised a threatening finger, "I'm going to seriously smack you on the mouth. Seriously, fuck off." You lightly pinched the man's side, chuckling as he yelped from pain. Taeyong stifled a laugh as he shook his head, and the doors to the elevator finally opened. 

"Why do you always think I always want to fuck someone and stuff my panties in their mouth?" You muttered as you all boarded the elevator. You watched Taeyong push the button to the lobby and you shrugged Johnny’s arm off. "First it was Yuta, then Doyoung, then poor Kun, and now it’s Jaehyun. Who’s next? Jungwoo from Marketing? Ten from Talent Acquisition? Do you want to be fuckbuddies instead? Do you want a stash of my panties to put in your mouth?"

"I love a woman who knows what she wants," Johnny gave you an appreciative smile. "I love it when she's bossy too. Really turns me on." You only shook your head at his comments. 

Johnny always knew how to rile you up. But at the same time, it was what you liked about the tall man, making you chuckle softly to yourself. "Don’t let my dad hear you mutter those filthy thoughts during dinner."

Taeyong laughed and stepped out of the elevator as it stopped. "Oh, we know. But knowing your dad, he’s going to nag at why you’re not dating one of us."

"Taeyong is right. You'll have to be chained to one of us," Johnny slung an arm around you again, the other lifted in the air to paint an imaginary picture. "I can see it already. 'The CEO is engaged to Mr Suh? Can't wait to go to that wedding!'"

"Shut the hell up," you lightly shoved him.

"If you had to choose, would it be me or Taeyong?" Johnny asked, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Good question. I don't know," you placed a finger on your chin, exaggerating your actions as you and Taeyong shared an amused look. "Let me think..."

Johnny wanted to protect you at all possible costs. Ever since your accident years ago, he was more protective of you than before. He remembered it so clearly. Your parents and Johnny’s parents knew each other from their corporate jobs in the US. When the families moved to South Korea, they met Taeyong’s family, as they ran in the same social circle.

There was always talk that the families would be united by a marriage. If the Suhs, Lees, and Y/L/Ns had children, they’d marry them off to each other. What better way to keep a successful corporation successful than by uniting their heirs through marriage?

For years, your families brought up the talk whenever the three of you got older. Of course, your relationship started off innocently. The three of you were close, attending the same schools growing up, hanging out with each other and the others from your social group. You were attached at the hip with Johnny and Taeyong for the longest. The three of you had an odd bond that no one ever questioned.

Sure there were arguments among the three of you, but it was easily fixed with an apologetic gift and promises to buy food to make up for it. There wasn’t a memory that wasn't good with Johnny and Taeyong. Even in your teenage years, it was evident that Johnny liked you the most, trying to impress you and be the best in your eyes.

Johnny remembered when it was your twentieth birthday, way before you took over as CEO of Hope Media. You threw an extravagant party and wanted to spend it with an ex-douchebag of a boyfriend and friends. Johnny was too busy helping his father with an important business meeting that he couldn't even attend. From what Taeyong told him, you found out that your ex-boyfriend was cheating on you. You ran from the party onto the street, Taeyong following closely from behind. Taeyong tried to pull you from the road but it just happened all too fast.

A car collided with your body.

That night changed everything.

Johnny remembered running into the emergency room, asking the nurse for your room, asking if you were okay. He remembered being in the room with you when the doctor told you the horrible news. The horrible news that you couldn’t have children. Johnny was there when you broke down in tears.

He was there when you made him and Taeyong promise that they wouldn’t tell your parents that you couldn’t have kids. You didn't want them to find out. You wanted to spare them the pain of your news. Johnny hated the thought of keeping a secret from your parents, but the expression on your face made him not question the situation further.

Johnny shook his head from those memories and watched as you shared a joke with your dad, your smile clearly contagious. You were literally the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, and he had met countless women. You were that one woman he wanted but couldn't have, since you were friends. Plus, you'd probably never seen him as anything more than a best friend, and he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship over feelings. For him, feelings were never easy to admit. And with his thoughts of wanting you for years, he finally decided to bury those feelings deep down in his heart so they could slowly wither away. But with this constant battle of hiding his feelings, it was taking a toll on him. 

Johnny looked over to Taeyong, his other best friend of many years. Taeyong was a handsome man and quite easy on the eyes. If women flirted with Johnny to get laid, then women flirted with Taeyong to be his wife. He was kind and always thought about others. And when he found out that the two of you slept together, he could hardly believe it. Ever since your accident, you filled the void of the bad news by sleeping around with any consenting man that would have you. You said it didn’t matter if you slept around, since you weren’t able to have kids.

Sex for the hell of it. Sex as a distraction. It didn’t matter to you. So Johnny couldn't blame you for sleeping around with others. But Johnny just felt disappointed that it was Taeyong you had sex with instead of him.

He wanted at least one night of being selfish.

"John," your dad called out, Johnny looking up from his plate, glad for the interruptions from his thoughts. "Between you and Taeyong, who would be a better fit for my little angel here?"

"Daddy!" you pouted.

"That's a hard question, uncle," Johnny chuckled, as he gave you a wink. "I would say it’s me, but then Taeyong would probably say he's a better match."

Taeyong shook his head. "Oh no. I agree to disagree."

You frowned. "Daddy, why can't you ask other questions? Can't you ask them how they're doing or what their plans are for the company?"

"Because that's not as fun," your father's eyes shone with amusement. "Why would I want to ask about other boring things when I can ask them about this? Unless you have someone else in mind..."

"I don't think I like the direction this conversation is headed," you groaned.

"I worry about the three of you. You've all known each other since childhood, and you guys still haven't settled down," your dad frowned. He looked at you. "When will your mother and I see grandkids, my angel? You’re already thirty and not getting any younger."

"I know daddy, but I'm so busy with the company to even think about settling down and having kids," you muttered. You never told them about the accident. Only Johnny and Taeyong know of your struggle. They promised to stay quiet and never tell your parents about that horrible night. But now with you not able to conceive children, a marriage for you would be pointless, which made Johnny feel horrible, because you deserved the absolute world and beyond.

"Just marry John," your dad responded without missing a beat. Johnny almost choked on his wine. "Taeyong is a great match, but I think John would be a better husband."

"I agree, uncle," Taeyong held up a glass of wine in a salute. "I was actually going to suggest that they should get married. They’re definitely a perfect match."

"You hear that, angel?" Your dad chuckled. "John will marry you. Oh, both your mothers are going to be happy."

"But daddy," you huffed. "What if Johnny doesn’t want to marry me? I'm sure there are other girls that he's interested in."

"I’d marry you in a heartbeat," Johnny muttered, giving you a small smile, his hand reaching for yours. "No other woman comes to mind but you."

"Is that a proposal, John?" your dad teased, giving him a raised eyebrow. Johnny didn't miss the slight surprise in your expression as he let your hand go.

"Dad, please," you mumbled as your dad called your mom to discuss wedding plans.

"Pinch me," Johnny elbowed Taeyong, the latter lightly pinching his arm. "Ouch! It has to be real since it hurts."

"It’s real. Uncle seems to be really happy that you said you’ll marry her," Taeyong patted his friend’s shoulder. "Besides, I see the way you look at her. You’re in love."

"Yeah, but she probably doesn’t even like me," Johnny sighed. He glanced at his friend. "Don’t you have feelings for her too, Taeyong?"

"Me? No way. Sure, we slept together a few times, and I thought I had feelings for her… but that bridge burnt a long time ago when she revealed her true feelings for someone else," Taeyong took a drink from his cup. "I don’t know who it is, so don’t bother asking me. Anyway, you can help her when she gets needy."

"You sure you don’t know who it is?" Johnny narrowed his eyes at his friend. "It’s not Doyoung or Yuta, is it?"

"I told you, I don’t know," Taeyong chuckled when his friend pouted at the lack of knowledge. He shook his head and took another sip from his drink. He looked over to you and your dad, raising his glass for a toast. "To Johnny and Y/N. May they live happily ever after."

Jaehyun looked up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He took a deep breath and turned his head left to where his digital clock read three-thirty in the morning. It was that time already? Sighing, he turned his body to the side so that he could get somewhat comfortable but his body could not even relax. He heard the soft snoring of his roommate next door and the faintest of laughs from the apartment next door.

Although the laughs were faint, he knew they belonged to you. You had the most amazing laugh, like music to his ears. He wanted to be around you one day and make you laugh. Hell, he wanted to be the only one who made you laugh.

But there was also another laugh, a deeper one.

Wait… You had company?

It shouldn’t have been a surprise for him. Jaehyun knew that you always had company at least twice a week, but he always seemed to know who it was beforehand. He made it a routine to know who his boss was going to sleep with that week just so that he could prepare the ear plugs for him and his roommate, Mark.

At first, he didn’t know that his next-door neighbor was his boss. He only found out one day when he was waiting up for Mark to get home from the office with chicken and beer so they could start their weekend early. He heard a knock on the door and opened it, wondering why Mark didn't enter their code in the passcode panel. He was surprised to find you squinting at him and the door, mumbling to yourself that your apartment looked different. Jaehyun remembered that you kept squinting at him, running a hand through your hair and wondered when you got a handsome live-in husband.

He remembered smelling the alcohol from your breath, your usual neat hair disheveled, your high heels in one hand as you walked into Jaehyun’s apartment barefooted. He watched as you settled on his couch, pretty oblivious that you were in the presence of a single man. He remembered when Mark stepped into the apartment with beer and freshly fried chicken. His eyes widened when he realized that their boss was in their apartment. They were even more shocked when you drank their beer and ate all their chicken.

Jaehyun even recalled when Taeyong came to his apartment to fetch you, after you had called him complaining that you didn’t remember the apartment being so cramped and so masculine. After apologizing and giving them compensation for the beer and chicken, Taeyong swept you away. Only to lead you to the apartment next door, punch in a few numbers in the lock pad and whisk you through the door. A few minutes later, Taeyong came back to Jaehyun’s and Mark’s apartment and told them that you were their next-door neighbor and that you mistakenly thought their apartment was yours. They promised to keep quiet about where you lived, knowing that you probably didn’t want people to find out.

You knew that Jaehyun and Mark were your neighbors, but you all had a mutual understanding of not acknowledging each other unless necessary. The guys always tried to avoid seeing their boss in the morning. They never commented on the guys you brought over to your apartment, and they didn't want to. It was your private life to do what you wanted. Just as you didn't need to know about their personal lives.

Jaehyun shook his head and sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair. He threw off his blankets that were covering him, placed his feet on the floor, and rose from his bed. Scratching his tummy, he walked towards the door and opened it as quietly as he could so that he didn’t wake up Mark. He walked into the kitchen without turning on the lights, not caring that his bare feet were cold on the hard wooden floor. He pulled the fridge door open, grabbed a bottle of water, closed the fridge, and made his way to the dimly lit living room. Mark forgot to close the curtains to their living room window, so the city lights of Seoul enveloped the living room in hues of reds, oranges, and yellow.

He sat on the couch, drinking his water and flipping through a magazine. The city lights didn’t help much, but Jaehyun wasn’t really paying attention to the magazine. He leaned back against the couch, the back of his head against the wall.

"Johnny, stop that!"

Johnny? Mr. John Suh from the office? The COO of the company? You were sleeping with Johnny this week instead? Was that why you rejected him this afternoon? Was having dinner with your father a whole lie? Did no one in the office know that Johnny was going to be your next target?

For some odd reason, Jaehyun felt a pang of something in his chest. Jealousy? It couldn’t be, could it? Sure, he was attracted to you, and sure, he wanted you to give him the time of day, but Jaehyun knew that you would overlook him for other men. Was it his reputation of being a shameless flirt in the office that made you shy away from him?

He didn’t think he was that bad compared to Johnny. Or was it those rumors of him being good in bed that were going around the office? He definitely needed to talk to Yeri and tell her to stop with the lies. He didn’t even sleep with the woman, and she was already spouting nonsense.

"Oh…. Don’t stop…"

Jaehyun shook his head as he heard your muffled cries from the other side of the wall. He was glad that Mark was asleep, but now he had to listen to the filth that was going on next door. Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would be like if it was him that you wanted to do the dirty deeds with. Imagining how your body would feel next to his. The way your fingers would feel against his hair. Of how your lips would feel against his as he fondled your breasts. How your fingers would be entwined together as he moved his body against yours. How you would moan and call out his name. Of how your body would shake against him before reaching your release...

"Ah shit," he mumbled, feeling his arousal against the fabric of his sweats. He rose from the couch and made his way to the bathroom. "I guess it’s time for an early shower. I’m not going to bed anytime soon."

Taking care of his problem in the shower, Jaehyun still couldn’t stop thinking about you. He got dressed in his casual clothes and wandered into the living room, plopping himself onto the couch. He looked at his phone, the display reading four o’clock in the morning. Yeah, he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. It was a Saturday morning after all.

Plus, it got quiet next door. Thank God. He didn’t need any more distractions thinking about you.

Turning on the TV and lowering the volume, Jaehyun took out his phone and browsed his social media. He noticed Mark sleepily make his way towards the couch, still in his pajamas. He watched as the younger man curl up on the side of the couch, his eyes squinting at the TV.

"Want me to make some coffee?" Jaehyun asked his sleepy roommate. Mark nodded, and Jaehyun got up from the couch, went into the kitchen, and started the coffee maker up. "Why are you up so early?"

Mark groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I was planning on sleeping in but… I had a weird dream."

"How weird?" Jaehyun asked, bringing two cups of steaming coffee to the living room. He placed one on the coffee table in front of Mark, the other still in hands as he lifted it to his lips. "As in you were high off weed or like a wet dream?"

"The second one," Mark muttered, slowly sipping his coffee so as to not burn his tongue. "Dude, should we just move out? I can’t stand living next to Y/N and hearing all the filthy things she does with guys we know from the office."

"What other place gets better than this, Mark?" Jaehyun shrugged, sitting next to his roommate. "Apart from being neighbors with her? Yeah, I know she’s our boss, and your cousin…"

"I still don’t want to hear her fucking someone. Who is it this time? Do you know?" Mark asked, patting down his hair. "Please tell me it’s not Yuta again."

"It’s not Yuta," Jaehyun replied with a slight chuckle. "It's Johnny."

"Johnny? Are you sure they were having sex and not just hanging out?" Mark narrowed his eyes, his nose wrinkling in disdain. Jaehyun didn't respond, making Mark groan in response. "For the sake of my sanity, I hope they were only hanging out."

"I heard moans and stuff coming from her side of the wall," Jaehyun yawned, stretching out his legs before him.

"Oh man, that’s even worse. You put my sexual predator of a cousin and fuck boy Johnny together in one room and things get…messy," Mark whined, setting his coffee cup down. He looked up at Jaehyun and probably noticed the faint dark circles under his eyes. "Wait, why are you even up? Did you even go to sleep?"

"I couldn’t sleep for some odd reason," Jaehyun shrugged, pulling out his phone. "And no, it’s got nothing to do with Y/N having sex with Johnny."

Lies.

You were the reason he couldn’t sleep, but Jaehyun just couldn't let his roommate know his true thoughts. Yeah, he was annoyed and bothered by the fact that he couldn’t be the one sleeping with you, and that Johnny was the one having his way with you, but that was none of Jaehyun's concern. As he already stated countless times, it was your private life, and he wasn’t going to try to butt in on that.

"But seriously dude. We should move out," Mark scrunched his nose and scratched his back. "I love her and all, but she definitely needs to quit having sex with all the guys we know. I do not want to hear how good of a fuck my cousin gave to any of our friends when we meet up with them. It’s wrong on so many levels."

"I’m just surprised she’s not pregnant," Jaehyun muttered, giving Mark a concerned look. "With all the men that she’s had sex with, I’m surprised that one of them isn’t a dad yet."

"Wait... didn’t I tell you?" Mark responded, a confused look on his face. "I swore I told you…"

"Tell me what?" Jaehyun raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N can't have kids. I don’t know what happened. I can only guess it has to do with the car accident she got in ten years ago," Mark glanced at Jaehyun briefly before turning his eyes to the screen. "Don't tell anyone else that I told you though, please? If she found out, she would kill me."

Jaehyun bit his bottom lip. He didn’t know that was the reason why you kept sleeping with men with no strings attached. "I... didn’t know. I’m sorry to hear that."

"I know she’s lonely, and I get that she sleeps around with men for company. But come on, she can still get married and all," Mark muttered, looking at his cup of coffee before looking up at Jaehyun. "I know she wants kids of her own, but she can always be a stepmom or even adopt kids."

"Of course, she could. But what if her husband wants kids of his own instead? What can she do if she can’t have them?" Jaehyun sighed, running a hand through his hair. Contrary to how others perceived him in the office, Jaehyun thought quite extensively about issues.

Especially when it came to you.

"I guess..." Mark huffed. He reached for his coffee cup, but the sound of the doorbell startled him. "Yo, who the hell rings doorbells at four in the morning? Damn, my hair is a mess."

"I’ll get it," Jaehyun slightly chuckled as he watched the younger man dart into the bathroom to fix his hair. Opening the door, his eyes widened before fixing a small smile on his lips. "Y/N. What brings you here?"

"Hi, Jaehyun," his boss said with a smile. Jaehyun took in your profile, noticing that you wore short shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Your hair was disheveled, and your face was bare of any makeup, but you still looked pretty in his eyes. "Can I come in?"

Jaehyun was surprised. He never expected you to visit him in the early morning. Hell, he never expected you to visit at all, even though Mark was your cousin. He always thought your relationship was strictly professional. He wanted to get closer to you in all honesty, and he almost succeeded. But...you seemed to enjoy the company of other men more than his. He nodded softly, moved away from the door so that you could enter the apartment, and motioned for you to use his house slippers.

"You sure?" you asked, looking down at his bare feet. "I don’t want your feet to get all dirty or anything."

"It’s fine. My floor is pretty clean," he slightly chuckled as he watched you slip your feet into his slippers. He followed you as you stepped into the living room. "Anyway, what brings you here? Mark is in the bathroom trying to tame his bed head."

"I’m just surprised that Mark is up this early," you responded. You sniffed the air, smelling the coffee in the kitchen. "Is that coffee? Can I have some? It’s way too early to go out and get some."

"Help yourself," Jaehyun answered as he sat on the sofa. He watched as you moved into the kitchen, grabbed one of the cups that were by the coffee maker, and poured some of the black liquid into it. He noticed Mark coming out of the bathroom, still decked out in his pajamas, but his hair was now combed neat. "You didn’t answer my question though. So, what brings you here?"

"I couldn’t sleep, so I wondered if you were awake or not. I had a good hunch, surprisingly," you called out; Mark’s eyes widened when he heard your voice. "Is that Mark I hear?"

"Hey Y/N," Mark replied back, surprised that his own cousin actually visited. "This is a surprise."

"Yeah, it is," you walked out of the kitchen and sat on the couch next to Mark, Jaehyun moving to the floor. "Why are you guys up so early anyway? It’s our day off. You should be sleeping in."

"We can say the same to you. Why are you here at four in the morning?" Mark frowned at his maternal cousin. "I heard Johnny was keeping you company, so I figured you would be asleep or something."

"You just left Johnny alone next door?" Jaehyun cocked his head to the side, wondering if the older male was asleep or something.

"Johnny?" you asked confused. "What are you talking about? How did you know Johnny's at my place?"

"The walls are...ahem," Jaehyun coughed, looking away from the pretty older woman. "Thin. I heard you moaning out Johnny’s name."

"Ohhhh..." your eyes widened at the realization. You bit your lip, contemplating if you should ask if they actually heard you have sex with other men that you brought home. You never noticed that the walls were thin, but then again, you weren't sure if the two young men brought girls home or if they slept with girls at a hotel or something. "It’s not like that."

"So, you didn’t have sex with Johnny?" Mark asked, scratching the back of his head. "I’m confused."

"No. As much as Johnny is handsome and charming, I wouldn’t have sex with him," you let out a faint smile, bringing the cup to your lips. "If you heard anything, it’s probably because Johnny was giving me a massage. I strained a muscle at dinner with dad last night."

"Because you’re getting old," Mark retorted, sticking out his tongue. "You’re thirty."

"Shut up, Mark, before I tell your mom that you ditched dinner last week because of a girl and not the business trip she thinks you were on, smart mouth," you countered.

"You're so mean, Y/N," Mark grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. "Anyway, why are you here?"

"I told you. I was just having trouble sleeping," you responded, running a hand through your messy locks. You were thankful that Mark and Jaehyun's light was dimmed enough so that they wouldn't notice your frazzled expression. "And I just needed someone to talk to about things, that's all."

"Shoot. I got nothing to do and nowhere to be till noon, so it's cool," Mark smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Didn't you say you had dinner with uncle last night?"

"Yeah. We talked about the business and caught up on things. Then dad brought up the subject of marriage and kids as usual," you looked over at Jaehyun. "I’m assuming Mark told you that I can’t have kids?"

Jaehyun nodded his head and looked down at the coffee table. "He just told me earlier. I didn’t know."

"It’s okay," you smiled at him, running a hand through your hair. "My parents don’t know about it, and I don’t want them to be sad that they won’t be able to have grandchildren. That’s why I’ve been putting marriage off for so long."

"So, what happened? Did Uncle suggest you marry Johnny or Taeyong?" Mark asked as you nodded your head. "For reals? Who’s it gonna be?"

You sighed and began to play with the hem of her oversized shirt. "Johnny, and I’m not sure how I should feel about it."

"What’s there to feel about?" Jaehyun asked, catching your gaze. "At least you don’t have to worry about getting to know him. You’ve been best friends for years."

"That’s the point," you muttered, your eyes flickering between the two men. "He’s my best friend. He knows me like no other. He knows my likes, my dislikes, my strengths, my weaknesses and fears. He can read me like an open book."

"That’s good, right?" Mark responded, giving you an unsure look. "At least Johnny wouldn’t have to pretend anything in your relationship if you two were to get married."

"But he never really proposed to me," you let out a deep sigh. "Taeyong suggested that Johnny and I should get married, and dad was all for it. Even Johnny said that he’ll marry me."

"But doesn't Johnny know about your condition?" Jaehyun asked, biting his lower lip. "That...you can't have kids?"

"He does... but I know he wants kids," you took a deep sigh, biting your lower lip. "He doesn’t say it, but I know he wants little ones of his own. Little ones that I can’t give him."

"I’m sure he knows that, Y/N," Jaehyun muttered, taking your hand and gently patting it. He didn’t know why, but he had the urge to just take your hand and touch you. "But you deserved to be happy and loved too. You deserve a happy ending. Even if you don't have kids."

"Bro," Mark started as he noticed your hand in Jaehyun’s. "Are you flirting with my cousin right now? In front of me?"

"No?" Jaehyun replied, raising an eyebrow. "You’d know if I was flirting. I was just comforting her. It’s all right for her to be concerned and all."

"Whatever, man," Mark rolled his eyes. He shrugged at his older cousin. "Anyway, I’m gonna go shower. I’ll come by later with some coffee, Y/N. Just let me wrap my mind around the fact that you're somewhat engaged to Johnny."

You nodded as you watched Mark walk off towards the bathroom. You were still aware of Jaehyun’s hand on yours and lightly pried it away. "Thanks, Jaehyun. I should get going too and let you rest. Johnny is probably up and wondering where I'm at."

Jaehyun watched as you made your way to the front door. He didn’t know what overcame him, but before he knew it, he was on his feet and reaching for you. Your back to the front door, one of his hands grabbing your wrist and his other on the door, Jaehyun caught you staring at him with wide eyes.

"Jaehyun?" you muttered, staring up at him, your lips quivering.

Jaehyun scanned your face. Your eyes stared into his own, your skin was silky smooth, and your lips were plump and kissable. You still looked so beautiful for your age. "If you’re still so unsure about Johnny...there’s always me, you know."

"Wh-what?" You whispered, aware that your heart was beating fast. "You’re joking right? You’re just saying that to get in my pants, huh?"

"I’m not joking," Jaehyun whispered back, his tone low and husky. "I’m very interested in you. And I’d like to show you what love really is."

"Jaehyun, we can’t..." you trailed off.

"Why not?" Jaehyun leaned over you, your body still trapped in between his arms. He softly bit your earlobe, his fingers trailed to the back of your nape, slowly caressing your skin with silky touches. "It’s okay for other guys to kiss you, but I can’t?"

Before you could say anything, he went for your lips next. His lips were incredibly soft, almost pillowy. Jaehyun deepened the kiss, the hand at the back of your neck bringing you closer. He felt your hands curve around his neck, and he let out a small smile against your lips. He moved closer, lured by your response, and a small, almost helpless sound escaped as your lips opened. 

"It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you…" you let out as he moved away slightly to look at you.

"Then why?" He asked as his forehead rested against yours. He was breathing quite heavily.

"What will people say when they find out that I’ve hooked up with someone that’s not my fiance?" you muttered while looking at him. Your eyes darted to where the bathroom was. "Plus, Mark is still here."

Suddenly and without warning, Jaehyun bent his head down and kissed you again. A kiss that captured your breath, weakened your knees, and caused a pulsing in your lower regions. Your hands trailed up to his chest to link at the back of his neck. You tried to pull him closer, but you were startled when he cupped his hands around your ass, pressing so close that you could feel the length of him.

"This is what you do to me, Y/N," he whispered against your lips, bringing your hand to cup his growing arousal. "Fuck what people say. If we like each other, then it shouldn’t matter right?"

"I…" But before you could say anything, Jaehyun captured your lips in his again. This time, the kiss was gentle and soft. "Jaehyun…"

He released you and stepped away. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Think about what I said, okay? If it doesn’t work out with Johnny, you know where to find me."

You bit your lower lip and nodded. You left the apartment building, aware that Jaehyun’s eyes were still on your fleeting figure. You walked over to your apartment next door, opened the door, and closed it, leaning against it as you tried to compose yourself. 

What the hell just happened? Did you just really kiss Jaehyun? 

For reasons unknown to you, you were incredibly attracted to the younger male. Sure, he was handsome, but you've slept with other handsome men before too. What was the exact reason that you found him so interesting? 

"Jaehyun made a move, huh?" A voice muttered from the couch. You looked a bit startled, but once you saw the figure that lounged on your couch, you sighed in relief. Johnny positioned himself on the couch so that he was sitting and patted the seat next to him. "Want to tell me all about it?"

"How did you know?" You muttered as you padded into your apartment and sat next to the tall, hunky man. "You always seem to know that something happened."

"I can read you like a book," Johnny chuckled, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks. "He kissed you, huh? Was it that good?"

You bit your lower lip and slowly nodded. You leaned your head back against the couch and sighed. "What’s weird is...that I actually liked it. Johnny, is there something wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N," Johnny replied as he leaned back against the couch, turning his head to look at you. "You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known. Just because you’re a shameless flirt and tend to go for younger men doesn’t mean you’re not amazing."

"Hey!" You frowned, lightly punching his shoulder. "I do not go for younger men."

"Name one older man you’ve dated or slept with," Johnny raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that you never had any relationships with older men apart from your ex-boyfriend all those years ago. "Not including that bastard of an ex-boyfriend you dated ten years ago." 

"Uh...um…" you bit your bottom lip and hung your shoulders in defeat. 

"See? You’re such a cougar," Johnny muttered, a small smile on his face. "What I’m saying is, you don’t need to be tied down to me. If you like Jaehyun, we can always call off our engagement." 

You sighed before laying your head on Johnny’s shoulder, his arm reaching over to settle on your waist. "You know I can’t do that, Johnny. I can’t disappoint dad, and you saw how excited he was during dinner last night. And besides, I’m not even sure what to call the feelings I have for Jaehyun. I’m attracted to him, and he’s one hell of a good kisser, but I don’t think I like him." 

"If you say so. But I give him credit for kissing you though. The man’s got balls," Johnny muttered, an amused smile on his face. He reached out to grab your hand, and he wasn’t surprised that you squeezed his hand back. It was little things like this that made Johnny fall for you even more. 

"Johnny?" you mumbled.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Do you want kids?" you asked.

Johnny contemplated for a moment, unsure of the answer that he should be giving you. "Why the sudden question?"

"Do you, though? Want kids of your own that is," you lifted your head up to gaze into his brown eyes.

"Yeah. I'd like one," he finally answered, shifting his head away to glance down at the floor.

"Even if that means you wouldn't be able to have them with me?" you asked.

Johnny stared at you, took in the worried look on your face. You've always been concerned with this topic. About how other women can bear a child while you can't. "Y/N..."

"Please just answer the question. I know you're an amazing man, John Suh. An amazing man who I don't think deserves to be held back with someone who can't give you what you truly want," you said.

"Listen, Y/N. Just because others may be able to have kids and you can't, doesn't mean you're any less than they are. You're still you, beautiful as ever," Johnny comforted. He never liked to see your confidence drop, but somehow, you were still the confident woman, always wearing her mask. "And yeah, I'd love to have my own little kids, but being with you makes me happy too. Plus, we can always adopt some. There are lots of little babies out there that need a mom and dad."

"Johnny..." your lips parted slightly in wonder, staring at the beautiful man before you. "You're such a sweet man, and I still don't understand how we became best friends in the first place."

"You don't like that you have a tall, dashing, and extremely sweet best friend?" Johnny grinned, moving his head forward.

"Hmm... I don't know. Do I?" You mused as you also moved forward, your lips almost touching his. "Maybe, maybe not. What will you do about that, Mr Suh?"

"Mmm," Johnny hummed as his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, closing in. "Maybe this."

With that, he captured your lips with his, both hands grasping your cheek while yours ran along his defined jawline. This was your first kiss with Johnny, a best friend you didn't deserve. And damn did Johnny taste amazing.

"Fuck," you muttered, moving your face away to catch some air, your eyes focusing on Johnny's own.

"Yeah. Fuck," Johnny echoed, and without hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours again.

For a moment there, you had completely forgotten all the men that were once in your bed, for you could only taste Johnny. And oh god, he was so intoxicating. He pushed you down against the couch and settled himself between your legs, his lips pressed firmly on yours. Your fingers immediately latched around the hem of his t-shirt and you could feel his muscles. Johnny slowly broke the kiss, his teeth softly biting the bottom of your lip.

"We should stop," he breathed against your lips.

"Or," your hand drifted down to his sweatpants, teasing the band as it slid past, "we could keep going."

Johnny chuckled, his fingers hooking to the back of his t-shirt, discarding it behind the couch. "Your pick, baby."

A moan escaped your lips as Johnny nuzzled his head into your neck, placing wet kisses along the way. His warm mouth started to work on your neck, his hands now busying themselves with the hem of your shirt. In an instant, your top was thrown elsewhere. As if like magnets, the two of you crashed your lips together once again, desperate moans filling the living room. Your hands tangled into his thick locks of hair. Johnny's mouth glided its way from your jawline to your collarbone. The hand at your side slithered upwards. A soft gasp erupted from your throat as his large hand massaged your breast.

"So fucking pretty," he cooed, his tongue gliding across the dip of your breast. His hungry eyes stared up at you while his lips traveled downwards until they reached the band of your short shorts, his hands trailing to your ass. He squeezed, evoking a long drawn-out moan from you. He peppered featherlight kisses down your waist, settling himself lower, between your legs. His brown eyes flickered to your glossy ones, and he gave you a teasing smirk. "Gonna taste so fucking good, kitten."

Before you could let out an approving sound, Johnny removed your shorts and underwear with swift movements. His thumbs gently traced your entrance, moving towards the sensitive bud, and he let out low, husky giggles at how wet you already were. He grasped your waist and pulled you close to his face, tongue darting out to play with the sensitive nub. A drawn-out moan escaped your lips.

"Fuck, Johnny," you cried, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pushed him down further to where you were soaked. His fingers gently held your hips, leaving marks on your skin. With him positioned down below, your legs spread wide in front, and your back against the couch, you were literally open and bare. A couple of fingers, his tongue or even lips could make you orgasm at any given time.

Johnny gave another small lap on your clit before his tongue slid deep into your inner wall, fingers doing a thing or two, a strangled sigh released. The first touch of Johnny's tongue on your core and the grip on the back of his hair grew tighter, arching yourself higher for a deeper angle. Johnny paused for a moment, hearing a faint buzz of a cell phone, deciding to let it go unread and attend to the beauty beneath him.

"Taste so sweet," Johnny grunted as your body writhed, his face coming up from your folds. His hands kept a firm grip on your thighs as he continued his assault, licking the pool of wetness, nipping your bundle of nerves.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned, already near the edge of the cliff. The only thing stopping you from reaching the end was the fucking annoying phone ringing from across the apartment. You reached over to where you thought the sound was coming from, and once your hand latched around your purse, you took it with you and shoved it beside you on the couch, digging around and immediately answering the call once finding your device. "H-hello?"

Johnny snickered softly at how quickly you answered the phone, and just as quickly, he dove back for more. He continued to focus on your folds and occasionally circled your clit with his thumb while he had you preoccupied. His hand on your stomach caressing and gently trailing up and down. He could feel your body shiver underneath the soft touch, your sounds being muffled while you spoke over the phone.

"Hang up the phone, or answer it more quietly," he growled under his breath, sucking your bud in for extra measure. He wanted to hear you scream his name but of course, you had to answer the damn thing and make things hard for the both of you. "Y/N."

"Mom?" You answered, covering your mouth so she didn't hear Johnny in the background. "Sorry, you caught me at the wrong time. I'll call you back, alright?"

Your fingers clicked the end call button without hesitation and threw the cell phone across the couch, your head hanging backwards and a deep sigh coming from your throat. Your toes curled, fingers threading through Johnny's hair again, arching forward at a soft lap and the flat of his tongue massaging over your whole cunt. His tongue penetrated you, as far as it would go.

"Fuck yes," you moaned, pulling your knees close to your chest. Johnny shifted underneath, letting you use his shoulders as an anchor for your feet as you grind against his face. Once you set the pace, Johnny used his own hands to finger your clit.

"Mm..." Johnny hummed into you, drawing circles on your clit with his thumbs and allowing the pleasure to take you. "That was hot, baby. Ending the call with your mom like that."

"I didn’t want her to hear us…" you trailed off. "J-Johnny, oh...shit," you moaned, back arched over the couch, gripping his hair a tad bit tighter, but Johnny couldn't be bothered by it. In fact, his other hand pressed tightly on your inner thigh, making your moans turn a pitch higher, a clear sign he was doing a fine job.

"Go on kitten, cum for me," Johnny panted as your body came closer to the end. You bucked your hips on him a bit quicker before you came, eyes shut with euphoria as your body fell over, your breathing heavily ragged.

Your hands were still tangled in his hair, and once you had a second to calm your heart, the grip loosened to caress him, running along his broad shoulders until Johnny shimmied upwards. You sat up halfway and crashed your lips against his in a deep, fervent kiss, tasting yourself off his tongue.

"You didn't have to make me cum like that," you breathed, breaking the kiss, as you touched the base of his neck and pressed him close, his body firm and muscular to the touch. You smiled softly at his state of breathlessness, giving a gentle peck on his lips again before tilting your head on the shoulder.

"What are you gonna do when I need release?" Johnny teased, settling beside you and drawing you close with a pull of his arm.

"Maybe this?" You whispered as your hand ventured into his sweats and cupped his hardening length, causing him to inhale sharply.

"Maybe later," he smiled against your lips, your breath fanned softly along his upper lip as you giggled. "Right now, I just want to make sure my fiancee is satisfied... so that she can keep coming back to me for more."

"Is that a promise?" You bit the bottom of your lower lip as your hand continued to palm his length. "What if I want to have sex with other guys again, Mr. Suh? What if I want Jaehyun to fuck me as well?"

"Jaehyun, huh?" Johnny asked in amusement and shook his head. "Do whatever you want. As long as you come to me afterwards and let me fuck you till I can't no more."

"And if I want a threesome? What then?" you questioned.

"Let me take a guess. You want a threesome with me and Jaehyun. Am I correct?" Johnny grinned.

"Maybe..." you purse your lips as you gazed at him, watching the small smile curl up.

"Threesome or not. Just promise me one thing," Johnny murmured as he brought his fingers around the back of your neck to link his fingers behind and stare intently at you.

"Promise you what?" you tilted your head, somewhat confused.

"Promise me that I am still your favorite man and that you're gonna marry me," the taller man asked. "No matter what happens in the future. No matter how many men you hook up with, I need you to remember that you're always going to be the light of my life. Even if we end up adopting a child, or if we can't have kids at all. My future will always revolve around you, baby."

"Always?" you blinked and swallowed slightly, meeting his gaze.

"Always," he echoed as he leaned his forehead against yours.

Jaehyun sighed as he watched you go into your apartment next door. Stepping back into his apartment, he closed the door behind him, strolled back into the living room, and plopped back on the couch. He was aware of the tent in his pants, but he couldn’t just stroll into the bathroom when Mark was taking a shower just so he could get off. 

You smelled so good. Hell, you felt good in his arms. 

He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the pretty older woman next door. Jaehyun normally tends to sleep with girls around his age or a slight bit younger than him but there was something about you that made him want to throw caution to the wind. He didn’t care what it was going to be. It could have just been strictly sex, you could start dating, maybe he would fall in love. He just knew that he wanted to be in your life in some sort of way. 

The question was, did you want him to be part of your life? 

Ever since he heard that you couldn't have kids, he felt sad for you. It must've been emotional to hear that you couldn't have kids. He couldn't even imagine the look on your face if your female friends showed off their kids or even mentioned them. 

"Oi, Jaehyun," Mark’s voice called out from the kitchen, the younger male running a hand through his hair. Jaehyun didn’t even know that Mark was finished in the shower. "You like Y/N, right?"

"What makes you think that?" Jaehyun asked, raising an eyebrow, making his way into the kitchen, taking the cup of coffee that the younger man handed him.

"Bruh, I just saw you kissing her," Mark narrowed his eyes at his roommate, before sipping his coffee. "If you didn’t like her, you would have let her go home to her apartment. But no, you had to go kiss her."

"You saw that?" Jaehyun asked in surprise as he followed Mark out into the living room.

"Yeah. Ya’ll better not be fucking in this apartment," Mark frowned, turning on the TV and scrolling through the channels to find something to watch. "It’s bad enough that I hear her have sex because of the damn thin walls, but I don’t want to walk in on y’all having sex."

"There’s no way she’ll have sex with me," Jaehyun lightly chuckled, grabbing his phone from his pocket. He was contemplating if he wanted to send you a text but thought better of it. He stuffed it back into his pants. "I’m sure she’ll probably have sex with Johnny." 

"What makes you so sure?" Mark chuckled, elbowing him. "Seems like she was gonna jump you right then and there."

"Your vision must be shit, Mark," Jaehyun shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. "She wanted to get away from me from what I recalled." 

"Bro, I was a bystander," Mark muttered. "Plus my intuition is usually correct. She's into you. You don't see it, but any other person can tell that she wants you." 

"I just think she’s more into Johnny," Jaehyun shrugged, before leaning back on the couch. "He just seems more her type." 

"Hmm...probably, but that doesn't mean that Y/N won't give you a chance if you ask," Mark responded. He nudged Jaehyun before a grin spread on his lips, "I'll support you. And if things get rocky, I got your back, bro."

"Thanks, bro," Jaehyun smiled, eyes turning towards the TV as silence filled the air.

Johnny thought you were joking when you suggested that the both of you should reveal the engagement to the whole company. When Taeyong called the whole company into the large auditorium, Johnny was a bit anxious about how everyone would absorb the news. With you by his side, he fidgeted with his tie and took deep breaths. Seeing this, you took his large hands in yours and leaned up to give him a small peck on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Johnny looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed into confusion. It always amazed him how small you were compared to him. You weren't small per se, since you normally towered over all the other females in the company. You stood about five feet seven inches flat, and with heels you were a bit taller, but you always seem so small next to Johnny.

You looked up at him and gave him another peck on the cheek. "What is it going to take for you to be calm?"

"A kiss?" Johnny muttered, a boyish smile appearing on his face. You let out a small sigh before you stood on your toes and pulled him down a bit before you placed a small peck on his lips. He wanted a bit more but before he could react, your lips left his.

"Save it for after work, babe," you grinned as the two of you turned your attention toward the auditorium's entrance, where a crowd had started to form. Both of you waited with Taeyong until the auditorium was full. Everyone was seated, including all of the department heads and their subordinates. Your dad was sitting in the front row next to Mark, looking excited about everything. The atmosphere was busy as the employees all speculated, not knowing what was going on.

Once everyone was settled, Johnny decided that it would be the right time to walk onto the stage. You linked your arm into the crook of his, letting him walk you to the center of the stage. Behind you, Taeyong took hold of the microphone, to gather the audience's attention.

"Hello everyone! I would like to have your undivided attention please," Taeyong spoke out loud, gaining the employees' attention. Everyone quieted down, and they could now see that both Johnny and you were standing at center stage. "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy day to attend today's announcement."

Everyone murmured softly to themselves, all eyes focused on the stage. Johnny's hands became moist from all the pressure while your grip tightened on his arms, bringing you comfort. He looked down at you, bringing a large smile on his face, the mere action calming you as well.

"It is my great pleasure to tell everyone the great news," Taeyong continued before turning to look at the both of you, "our very own COO, Mr. Suh, and our amazing lady CEO, Miss Y/L/N, are getting married!"

Johnny couldn’t hear the chatter, since all he could think about was this woman next to him. This woman had complete control over his emotions, and she didn’t even know it. He felt you tugging at his arm, and when he caught your smile, he returned one of his own. The whole company started to buzz.

"You two look so cute!"

"Wow! They would make beautiful kids. Look at how gorgeous they are!"

"That’s our CEO! Smart and beautiful!"

"Mr Suh is so handsome!"

"Power Visual Couple!"

"Should the fanclubs unite now that they’re getting married?"

"We had fanclubs?!"

"Okay, okay everyone. Settle down," Taeyong called out as he tried to hush everyone. Once the auditorium started to hush down, apart from a few mutters here and there, Taeyong looked over to you and Johnny. "As I mentioned before, I called everyone down here so that we can congratulate and give our best wishes to the newly engaged couple. Congratulations to you two! We’re going to have a party, right?"

"That’s right," you smiled at all the employees, everyone clapping and excitedly whispering. "Thank you for all the good wishes everyone! Pick the place and time, and let the heads of your departments know. The food and drinks will be provided by Johnny and I."

Johnny heard the claps and the many cheers of how their boss was the best. He noticed Mark in particular was clapping rather loudly next to a smiling Jaehyun. Now that he thought about it, did you really mean that you wanted to have sex with Jaehyun?

"What are you thinking about?" You asked him, as you laid your hand on his upper arm. Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, keeping calm and collected before he decided to have his way with you in front of everyone. This woman didn’t know what her touches did to him. "Johnny?”"

"It’s nothing," Johnny smiled down at you, a hand coming to brush the hair away from your face. He bent down a little to give you a small peck on your forehead, hearing the audible awws from the crowd. He whispered in your ear, so softly that no one else could hear, but you did, of course. "Tonight. I can't wait to have you tonight."

You frowned as you watched Johnny rummaging through the dressers in his bedroom. After that little forehead kiss he pulled at the company meeting, you were feeling all hot and bothered by your tall best friend now fiancé. The day was over, and Johnny suggested that the both of you go to his apartment to just relax and watch a movie.

Sitting on his bed in just your panties and one of his t-shirts, you watched as the tall man pulled another t-shirt and a pair of sweats from the drawer. You watched as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, throwing it on the top of the dresser before throwing the t-shirt over his head. Johnny looked over to where you sat and crossed his arms, noticing that your eyes roamed his body. "Are you really just going to sit there and watch me undress?"

"You act like I’ve never seen you naked before, Johnny," you laughed as you nodded at his slacks. "Are you going to take that off anytime soon?"

"Only if you take off my shirt that you stole from me," Johnny jokes, as he throws his dress shirt in your direction.

"Nope," you snorted as you threw his dress shirt over your head so that your eyes were covered. You could see his blurred figure through the fabric of his shirt, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him naked. You sighed and removed his shirt from your head and threw it somewhere across his bedroom. "I’m going to the living room. Anything you wanted to watch?"

Johnny ran a hand through his hair, his muscles bulging against his shirt. "Anything is fine. I’ll let you pick."

You huffed and grabbed a pillow from the bed before heading out into the living room. Settling on Johnny’s couch, you turned the TV on and flipped through the channels to find a rerun of a drama that was playing. You brought your bare legs up to sit cross-legged, hugging the pillow that you took from Johnny’s bed.

Johnny walked out of his bedroom a minute later with a blanket and threw it at you. He headed towards the kitchen, opened his fridge, took out a bottle of water, and padded towards the couch, where he sat next to you. The taller male laid back, relaxing before opening his bottle of water and taking a sip. His arm automatically draped itself around your shoulder, dragging you over so that you could lay your head on his broad chest. Johnny stroked the top of your head and pulled you close to him. You cuddled against his warmth and let his hands stroke your hair, enjoying his warm embrace.

"So, what are we watching?" He nodded towards the TV.

"Another Oh Hae Young," you responded. "You know it’s a good drama."

Johnny picked up the remote to turn up the volume. "It’s an amazing drama. And the chemistry between the leads is electrifying."

"Oh, I agree. The kiss scenes are top notch," you responded back before looking up into his eyes.

"What are you thinking about? You know your mind is wandering, and you're not actually focusing on the show right now," he asked quietly, his tone soft and low.

"Well," you mumbled, sitting up so that you could look at Johnny, running a hand down his cheek, "I was kind of thinking about kissing you?"

"Kissing me, huh?" He answered, chuckling as your fingertips grazed his cheeks before grabbing the hand of the hand that ran across his jaw.

You nodded as his thumb traced the outer part of your palm before entwining your fingers together. His hand felt larger than yours. His eyes locked on you, leaning forward. You kissed the tip of his nose. You felt his breathing against the crook of your neck. Leaning even further, your lips just barely grazing his before pulling back. His breath caught, anticipating the softness and taste of your kiss.

"Do you like me, Y/N?" He suddenly whispered. "Or even love me?"

Did you like Johnny? You didn't even know. You felt so comfortable with your relationship with Johnny that you didn't even know what you were actually feeling.

You knew that you couldn’t have children, much less give him any, and he told you it didn't matter to him. He told you multiple times that he didn't want to settle down with some other person other than you, which was shocking in a sense, because you never thought that Johnny would ever choose you. He wanted to take care of you, to spoil you and show his affection for you, and only you.

Johnny didn’t care if the two of you didn't have a future with a family or having children of your own. All that Johnny cared about was being with you. No matter what, as long as the both of you were together, then it wouldn't be much of an issue to him. Even though your mind wasn't sure of how you truly felt, your heart, on the other hand, knew better than you did. Your heart wanted Johnny and to give into what the both of you already had, to deepen your friendship and feelings, and become closer as the years went by.

Johnny tilted his head down to look at you, and you found yourself looking up at him, feeling the intense warmth he exuded, his breath tickling your ear and neck. "It doesn't matter to me how you feel for me. I love you," Johnny confessed. "But right now...right now I want to make love to you."

Johnny loved you. Johnny Suh fucking loved you.

"Are you fucking serious?" was the first thing you responded to, your eyes searching his face for an explanation. "You love me?"

"I am," Johnny chuckled, his tone soft, his eyes lowering to look at the exposed skin on your upper legs and the t-shirt of his you were wearing that revealed more skin on your thighs. "I want you more than a friend. I want you as something more...and..."

He was silenced with the feeling of your warm and full lips colliding to his, crashing into him and taking him by surprise. Before he had the chance to react, you moved over his lap, your hands trailing through his dark locks and held his head as the kiss grew into a passionate and sensual kiss that neither one of you wanted to break. The touch of your hands sent chills running down his spine, ignited him and left him wanting to touch more of you.

"Y/N," he moaned as he felt the friction between your bodies. "Slow down, kitten..."

"Fuck," you breathed before biting his lip and grinding down onto him. "God, Johnny...why are you making me feel like this?"

"Like what, kitten?" Johnny asked, moving a large hand to rub your thigh. "Tell me exactly how I make you feel."

"Like..." You tried to respond, but you found yourself breathless, completely breathless, at just the way he caressed your skin with a mere touch of his hand. The light circles and tracing patterns on your thigh were driving you insane. Johnny kept a slight grip on your waist with his other hand as your hands fell onto his shoulders.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered in a deep tone. You bit the lower part of your lip and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, yanking him forward to meet him with another kiss. His grip tightened around your hips, pushing you a tad closer as his mouth opened into a moan.

"I just need..." you trailed off and shuddered against his form as you felt his hands begin to move upwards underneath your shirt, coming around to palm the sides of your breasts, feeling and weighing their weight in his palms.

"Y/N..." he whispered as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. "I'm listening."

You remained silent for the moment and sighed with pleasure, letting his hands rub and tease the nubs. It had been a while since you felt these feelings, and you weren't used to having someone like Johnny give you this much attention and make you feel like the most desirable and gorgeous person in the world. Normally, you'd just have sex and get it over with; none of these sensual touches and foreplay like you had been craving for so long. It had been forever and a day since you had such contact, and when it was Johnny of all people, it really felt amazing.

"You're gorgeous, kitten," Johnny whispered into the hollow of your ear. "Tell me what you want."

"I just want...want you..." was all you were able to whisper out loud.

"What do you want?" he whispered back.

"Touch me," you commanded.

The sound of a muffled whine left your lips when Johnny pushed your shirt up over your head and threw it off to the side, his big hands rubbing against your sides, the warm heat from his skin melting through your bones.

"Touch you where?" he continued to pry for your answer, even when you were getting ready to fall over the edge. "Here?"

A finger rubbed at your clothed nub before rolling over it in circles, causing a quiet squeak to emit from the bottom of your throat. When Johnny gave another hard rub and flick against the sensitive nub, you knew that your panties were dampening from the teasing alone, the material sticking to your skin.

"Take them off," you softly demanded him and waited for Johnny to rip them off you. But instead, he turned the tables, his hands flipping your bodies around so that you were lying underneath him. You sucked in a quick gasp at the sudden change in the atmosphere, his towering and broad build leaning down over you, a single hand encasing the entirety of your tiny hip. "Oh, fuck..."

"You want these off?" he crawled down your body before laying the softest of kisses against your bare ankle and  making his way up to your thigh. A soft whimper was your reply as your fingers gripped the cushion of his couch. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his hot breath fanning against the apex of your inner thighs. "Want me to take these off with my teeth? Or my hand?"

His tongue peeked out past his bottom lip and dragged across the heated skin of your inner thigh and to your soaked and needy pussy that was practically crying to get his touch.

"With..." you whined softly, and then let out the lowest moan when his breath blew over your sex. "Fuck...Johnny."

"Yes, kitten?" he questioned as his lips met the band of your panties, teeth latching onto the material to pull it away from your skin. It fell over a few seconds later, the cloth dropping to your thighs, and he tugged it off with his hands. "There we go."

With your panties now tossed elsewhere, the feeling of his finger, slowly, agonizingly tracing the outline of your wetness, sent shivers up your spine. Just as quickly, he then pressed his mouth to the very top of your clit, the wetness of his tongue finding your most sensitive spot and sending your entire body into a writhing state of sheer need and desire for the man in front of you, the man between your thighs.

"Yes… just like that," you managed to pant out. Johnny grinned against you before flicking your clit with the very end of his tongue, pressing forward as his fingers roamed closer and closer to the source. Two long digits curled upward and entered you, stroking the gushing heat and taking it out with them as he moved in a steady pace, occasionally scissoring and crooking inside you.

"Holy shit..." he looked down at his fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, and he smiled, curling his fingers repeatedly and continuously stroking that one sweet spot, causing you to scream out and grasp harder. "Damn, baby… you're dripping down onto my couch."

"I don't...care..." you replied quickly, rolling your hips against his touch, moaning deeply. "Johnny...please...more. Please. Fuck..."

Johnny did exactly that. He delved his head back in, his tongue plunging past your folds to reach every corner, tasting you, drinking in your cries and pleads for more. As his pace against your aching cunt quickened, your back arched sharply, and your hips ground upwards to meet his wet and hungry mouth.

His two fingers turned into three, his palm pressed firmly against your mound, slapping your throbbing, sopping cunt, forcing you further down onto his hand and sending you closer and closer to the edge.

"You have...fucking gorgeous, god...tight pussy, sweetheart," Johnny murmured, sucking lightly on your clit, hearing your faint whines and begs for him. "I can't fucking wait until this pussy is wrapped around me."

He made quick motions with his hands, and with a couple more strums of his fingers and swipes of his tongue, your orgasm shot you higher than you were expecting, and as your back lifted itself off of his couch, you felt him smile as he swallowed every last drop from you, relishing the taste of your climax and cleaning off the thick coating of cum all along your trembling lower half.

"Holy fuck," your words fell onto the air at the sight of Johnny tearing off his shirt and throwing his sweats to the side. His body glistened from the small drops of sweat and the arousal he gave you, his hand wrapped around his thick, engorged member, giving a couple strokes up and down his long, impressive cock.

"Up for round two?" Johnny huskily whispered, your thighs open wide as your pussy gaped for his thick cock. Johnny wrapped his hands on your legs and slowly lowered himself inside you, groaning lowly as he pushed deeper within, spreading you apart, forcing yourself open to allow him to fill you to the brim, and as your legs wrapped themselves around his broad back, you heard him grunt once more and his hand took your cheek and kissed you. "So fucking tight, fuck..."

He was big. The biggest you ever had. Stretching your walls. Pushing himself until he bottomed out and was inside you so deep that it hit your cervix. His face hovered above yours, the very tips of his hair grazing the soft, plush skin of your forehead, and your breath was warm and wanting as your tongue traced over his upper lip. 

Johnny moaned out deeply, holding back any amount of restraint that remained. "If I hurt you, please let me know."

"You could never," you reassured him, closing your eyes as his lips left yours.

With one swift motion, the only noise in his apartment was the soft, breathy moans coming from your throat, and the filthy sound of slapping and thrusting flesh. Johnny was lost, only listening to the heavy breathing and pants. Johnny grunted deeply as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His teeth grazed against your soft skin, leaving more than enough red marks along your collar and the column of your throat. Johnny whispered all manner of sweet nothings to the side of your head and held the entirety of your waist and breasts within the grasp of his hands. His hands moved to where the backs of your thighs laid within his palms, lifting your lower half higher, allowing him deeper and faster thrusts, while also placing a couple fingers onto the swell of your ass, giving it a soft slap.

Johnny thrust deeply in one quick motion, hitting the spots and nerves within you, the friction making every nerve in your body become electrified and sending you into a frenzy, crying for release.

"Right there. Fuck! Yes! God...Johnny! Right there," you breathed out loudly and arched yourself upwards against him, his body practically bending over yours to reach deeper, faster, to bring you to a higher place than what you had ever reached before, especially from another partner.

Your arms shot up to grab whatever you could grasp of Johnny, your nails leaving streaks and tiny cuts into his biceps, shoulders and forearms, wherever they would land. In the haze, he grabbed both of your legs, hooked them together under his strong arms, and propped himself up, going harder, his panting mixed with moans getting louder, and your breasts bouncing and clapping together as his hard length rammed into you with tremendous force, a force of such nature, bringing both you and himself into a heated mess.

"Holy fuck," he gasped loudly, almost nearing his own climax. "Come on...be a good girl for me. Cum around my dick. I want you to fucking milk my cock."

"Shit, Johnny!" you screamed loudly, practically breaking into a new high that left you floating in the clouds, the stars and everything else between. 

"Fuck...yes...that's my good little girl. That's my baby girl," Johnny continued to thrust and ride out the rest of your orgasm. "Holy hell, sweetheart. Yes...fuck...come on, give me more. Milk my dick. Fuck."

It wasn't long until he hit his peak, spilling everything he had inside you, white hot and scalding. You whimpered and cried softly at the feeling and came undone a second time at the sensation. You breathed deeply, resting on the plush, velvety surface of Johnny's couch, covered in sweat and his essence, mixed with yours. His cock slipped from you, and the two of you spent the next half an hour cuddling with one another before deciding that taking a shower to rid your bodies from the stench of sex was an excellent idea.

The pair of you showered together in his bathroom, the rainfall shower head bringing some kind of serenity into your bones, as his gentle touches brought you back to life and to full energy. His fingers danced across your collarbone, shoulder blades, waist and the small of your back.

Johnny made you feel so alive. So content.

"Are you okay?" he quietly asked you, kissing your lips gently.

"I'm okay," you assured him, hugging his body close to your own and letting him wash your hair. "Johnny?"

"Mhmm," Johnny hummed in response as his long fingers massage your scalp.

"I love you too," you responded.

Jaehyun was overlooking the hustle and bustle that was taking place on set, a stack of papers tucked underneath his right arm. The sun was beginning to set, but they had yet to finish the last few scenes that needed to be done for the evening. After about two more hours, he could go home and relax with a bottle of beer and just sleep for the next eight hours.

It'd been a long month. A long, tiresome and shitty month.

Jaehyun nodded at the staff who passed by, answering the questions the production team was throwing at him and looking over the shots on the cameras. The directors had a couple issues with some of the extras on set today, but nothing major had come up during this scene.

Just as he was heading over to the tents to grab a water bottle to quench his thirst, something caught his eyes. You were making your way on set, checking in with the directors and writers on their notes for this episode, your own notepad in hand as you scratched the top of your head. Your hair was pulled up into a bun, and you had on a black sweater and skirt along with a pair of flats and a messenger bag swung around your shoulder. You had been working hard, the sleepless nights of working overtime beginning to show up in the form of dark circles around your eyes and an apparent lack of proper nutrition since you weren't eating and focusing solely on the project in front of you.

"Y/N," Jaehyun called, heading towards where you were standing, talking to the director.

"Oh, Jaehyun," you nodded. "I didn't know you were on set today."

"I guess I forgot to tell Jisung to let you know," Jaehyun laughed. "I'm supervising. We're finally in the last couple scenes."

"Oh, thank god," you rolled your eyes and placed your hand over your eyes. "I'm glad that the drama is doing good, especially since it's Seungeun's comeback drama after his military discharge."

"Everyone is loving the acting and storyline," he replied. "His female co-star is doing well too, despite this being her first major drama role. Her scenes are hilarious, despite how depressing some of the themes are."

"All in all, a successful drama, which means our companies did really well this comeback," you answered, looking towards the camera crew setting up a close-up on another female cast member. "When are you done? I was thinking of dinner for the crew today. And yourself, if you like."

"About an hour or two," he nodded. "Thanks for the offer."

"Anytime."

You waved him goodbye and walked towards your next location on the set. Jaehyun tried his hardest not to stare and sighed. Jaehyun should probably ignore these feelings, because you were currently Johnny's fiancee and would eventually be his wife one day. You wouldn't even notice his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of you with Johnny. You weren’t his. And you never would be.

Jaehyun shook the thought of you with Johnny away and went back to monitoring the set. He'd see you, in some other life or universe and sweep you off your feet. But in this life, there was nothing else he could do but try his damnedest not to think about it anymore and just carry on with his day.

Done with his tasks and helping the cast and crew get ready for the evening shoot, Jaehyun met up at the restaurant where everyone was. When he walked into the restaurant, you were talking to the owners, thanking them profusely for the large amount of food and drinks they brought out and offered for tonight. Jaehyun went to sit next to Jaemin, an assistant writer at the company, and listened to the staff compliment one another for their hard work and efforts on the show and praise Seungeun and his female co-star for their emotional performance.

You were laughing, sitting across from him, eating your wrap of samgyeopsal, munching happily on it. Jaemin elbowed him and nudged him to get him back to reality. "Earth to Jaehyun. Do you copy?"

"Huh? Oh...sorry, I just spaced out for a bit there," Jaehyun laughed, shaking himself. You didn't appear to have heard Jaemin, since you were in your own world, eating and talking with the other staff. "Anyway, sorry. What were you saying?"

"Nothing much," Jaemin answered. "What's got you all distracted tonight? Something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing," Jaehyun laughed, embarrassed. "Don't worry. I'm just a bit tired."

"Hang out with the guys tomorrow?" Jaemin asked, handing him some kimbap. "Jungwoo said something about wanting to hang out with you and Mark."

"Sounds good to me," Jaehyun nodded, downing his drink. "Do you know what everyone else is doing?"

"Hang on, lemme check in the groupchat," Jaemin's phone buzzed, and he handed it to him. "Here."

The next few hours were spent eating, drinking, and being merry. Despite the exhaustion and stress from his own job, this was probably what Jaehyun really wanted and needed. It was nice and cool in the spring weather. The perfect weather, he must say.

When everyone left, and the evening grew colder, you and Jaehyun waved everyone goodnight, the two of you the only ones left standing at the entrance of the restaurant. You shivered and wrapped your arms around you tightly and frowned, hating the chill.

"Would you like a ride?" Jaehyun kindly asked you. "We live in the same building, after all. No trouble at all."

"You sure?" you asked him, laughing and looking up at him with a smile. Your laugh was filled with pure joy, making him wonder for the millionth time that week why the fuck he was falling for Johnny's soon-to-be wife.

"Yeah, no problem, really," he said. "Come on. The car is this way."

You laughed softly at his words and fell into a comfortable silence, walking by his side in the direction of his car parked a little down the street. He held open the door and locked it once you got situated, putting his seatbelt on and waiting a second before driving off to the direction of the apartment building. The city lights were twinkling in the background.

You looked at his handsome profile in the dark. You saw a gleam of longing, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes. You noticed his arm resting on the center console between the both of you as the car gently stopped at a red light. The moment felt like it was pulling you together, closer and closer to him.

You didn't know why you did it. Didn't know why you grabbed his hand, placed it on your thigh and drew gentle circles on the skin of his hand.

He wasn't expecting it and glanced in your direction, the words catching in his throat. “Y/N?”

"Yes?" You whispered back to him.

He squeezed the soft skin beneath his hand and watched as you responded with the smallest gasp of air, and then, there was no sound left in the quiet car besides his pounding heartbeat as you pressed his hand closer to the apex of your thighs, wanting more from him.

"Should we be doing this?" he whispered to you, even though he never took his hand away from you and instead cupped his hands harder onto your thigh. "Shouldn't this be Johnny's place?"

"Don't you want this, Jaehyun?" you asked him breathlessly. "Don't you want me?"

"More than anything else." He had almost answered immediately. "But I don't know if I could ever have you."

Jaehyun wanted to pull himself closer to you, draw himself and your mouth in closer, a mishmash of sensual tongues and touches, wanting more of the needy mouth begging for something more. Jaehyun wanted it to happen. More than anything.

"Please, Jaehyun. Touch me please..." your breathless gasp escaped your throat as you took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Make me feel good. It's okay, trust me."

With the city lights illuminating the space within the car, Jaehyun immediately brought his eyes on you, searching for any trace of fear or panic or discomfort at his advances. Seeing none, instead finding warmth, desperation and want in their place, Jaehyun slid his hand upward towards your throbbing pussy, the dampness through your leggings rubbing against his finger.

"You sure?" he repeated again and groaned deeply at the scent of your arousal filling the car.

"I want you. Want this," you said. "Make me cum on your hand."

As if Jaehyun didn't expect for things to get intense as quickly and as fast as they had, he had reached a point where there would be no turning back. It had always been there, this desire, and craving that was on his mind since you entered his life.

"How badly do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?" Jaehyun asked lightly, pushing a small circle into your aching clit, bringing his mouth closer to yours and placing a lingering kiss. "I'll ask again. Tell me what you want from me."

"Want...fingers," was the best answer he could make out of your gasps and moans, as he pushed the fabric to the side and lightly grazed the wetness pooling at your lips and dripped into his fingers. He had to focus on the road but dammit, Jaehyun can only manage so much, but fuck did he try his hardest to focus.

"Since you asked so nicely..." His finger began rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive, little nub, watching as you clenched and tensed around his one digit. Jaehyun curled his finger upwards, stretching your tight and warm pussy open as you moved and buckled under the pressure. "...Fuck, you're sucking in my fingers so damn well."

The way he touched you was electric. Jaehyun held one hand steady on the wheel, the other driving his fingers in and out of your eager cunt, and with his thumb, he rubbed little, tiny circles in an agonizingly slow pace, causing you to nearly whimper at his touch.

You could not recall anything else beyond that point. Only the touch, his gaze, and the friction brought on by the intense desire built within the past minutes.

You came harder than you expected, coating his fingers and palm, the smell of your sex filling the cabin of his car. It took every ounce of strength to keep the car moving to its destination instead of crashing into a pole.

And by the time he pulled into the parking garage, your core was gaping and sopping with its juices. A sight he couldn't possibly forget.

Removing his fingers from your pussy, you watched as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Jaehyun licked them one-by-one, licking his lips before pulling back.

"Thank you," you gasped out, the rush and energy surging through your veins. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed his lips. You climbed out of his car, smoothing down your skirt and fixing the loose hairs from your bun. "Goodnight, Jaehyun."

"Goodnight, Y/N," he repeated quietly as he watched you walk up to the elevator to head back up into the building.

Jaehyun probably lost his mind there and then. And he couldn't wait until the next time that the two of you were together like that once again.

Johnny looked up when he heard the sound of the door opening, and he raised his hand in a greeting wave and stood to embrace you.

"There's my baby," he softly hummed, peppering kisses along your face and neck. He hugged you to his chest, inhaling your familiar scent, and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

"When did you get here? How was work?" You smiled into his chest, feeling his fingers undoing your bun and running his fingers through your hair. It was a nice feeling, a sensation that you did not want to go away. "I thought you would be at your apartment tonight."

"Nah," he pulled away slightly so his lips hovered over yours. "My bed's not as warm as yours, and my apartment is cold, so..." Johnny dropped a couple of kisses onto the edge of your mouth and whispered. "It's a lot nicer at yours anyway."

"Oh really?" you smirked and cupped his cheeks, leading him to a trail of open mouthed kisses and light moans.

Johnny's hand trailed to cup your ass, pressing you to the length of him, bringing you back to him. His mouth claimed yours hungrily, desperately as though it had been days since the last time the pair of you touched. His fingers found the edge of your panties, already drenched. "Oh? So wet already? What were you doing before this?"

You couldn't lie to Johnny, not when he knows how your mind worked. It's the small things he's picked up throughout the years. The slight quirk of your lips, the twitch of a finger, the slightest flush of color or twitch of an eyelash and Johnny knows. "Jaehyun gave me a ride home after dinner...he had a couple of fingers knuckle deep."

He nodded his head and licked his lips. "Did he make you cum?"

"Yeah," you choked, eyes widened, feeling his fingers toyed with you, two fingers pushing into you, pumping in and out at a languid pace, torturing the bundle of nerves.

"Did you like it? The way his fingers thrust into your tight and dripping cunt? Did you like cumming all over his thick, long fingers?" Johnny asked you in a whisper, brushing his lips onto your jaw and neckline. "Did you do anything else? Fuck, kitten, you're still so wet."

"No, Johnny," you cried out and trembled and whimpered, as his fingers grazed over that spot inside you. "Just...only fingers."

"Good baby," he softly crooned. "You can have his cock later but first..."

He didn't have to finish that sentence. You were ready. More than ready for anything and anything from him.

Jaehyun sat in the coffee shop with his friends and fellow coworkers, Doyoung and Jungwoo. They were all working on their laptops, but Jaehyun couldn't focus. He kept thinking about you. He’d had feelings for you for a while now, but he didn't know what to do about it.

"Hey, Jaehyun," Doyoung said. "Are you okay?"

Jaehyun looked up from his laptop. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "Just a little distracted."

"What's up?" Jungwoo asked.

Jaehyun hesitated. He didn't want to tell his friends how he felt about you, but he knew he needed to talk to someone. "I'm having feelings for Y/N," he said. “Well…I don’t know if I would really call them feelings. I like her, and I just want to explore these emotions with her.”

Doyoung and Jungwoo looked at each other.

"Shit," Doyoung started, his eyes wide. "The boss?"

"That’s…" Jungwoo muttered. "Hyung, you must have a death wish."

Jaehyun sighed. "Yeah," he said. "I know it's kind of weird, but I can't help it."

"It's not weird," Doyoung said, letting out a sigh. "It's perfectly normal to have feelings for Y/N. I mean, we’ve all seen her. The woman is fine as fuck."

"Yeah," Jungwoo said. "Who doesn’t agree with that?"

"Come on, guys," Jaehyun muttered. "I just can’t have these feelings for her when she’s engaged to Johnny."

Jaehyun hadn’t ever gotten this involved with someone he worked with. He always kept his personal life separate from work, but you changed everything he ever knew about love and his whole outlook on the relationship dynamics in his life. He’d never even had any feelings for the few people that he had slept with, but now he wanted to hold you in his arms. He wanted more of that fire and passion that you had within yourself. Jaehyun was addicted and craving more of that passion and want. He wanted to have a relationship and possibly a future with you.

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to make love to you and hear his name drip from those delicious lips. Jaehyun knew all these feelings and desires weren’t a good thing. He was afraid that he would have to pretend to hide his affection for you in the office because he was your employee, and he didn't want anything to happen at his job. Even though he was aware he might get fired for expressing his desire for you, he would love to take those chances with you, if you would ever take him.

But then there was the reality. The reality of the situation and where you were with Johnny. He had no business trying to get in the middle of your relationship.

"Even so, what are you gonna do about it?" Jungwoo asked, sliding back in his chair as he slurped the last bit of his coffee through a straw. "Just ignore those feelings, hyung? That's not gonna work forever."

"I'll figure it out," Jaehyun sighed heavily. "It'll go away. It has to go away. Eventually, it will go away, and things can return to normal."

"Keep thinking positive," Doyoung snorted, sipping the rest of the warm, frothy beverage he had before tossing it into the nearby trash bin. "You never know what might happen."

"Look," Jungwoo added in, "there's nothing wrong with liking the boss. You just have to make sure you do something with those feelings or they could end up boiling to the surface. Take advantage of whatever chance you can get, man. Before she gets married or anything. Okay?"

Jaehyun took a deep breath. "Thanks, guys," he said. "I appreciate it."

"No problem," Doyoung said. "You know that we're always here for you."

"Definitely," Jungwoo nodded.

Jaehyun smiled back. "Thanks," he said. "And let’s keep this all a secret from everyone in the office. Only Mark knows."

He took another deep breath and opened his laptop. He knew he had a lot of work to do, but he felt a little bit better knowing that he had his friends to support him. After an hour or so, the three of them decide to head back to the office building.

Jaehyun was heading to his office when he was stopped by his co-worker, Yeri. Yeri was a very pretty girl, and most of the male colleagues would have loved to date her. They would definitely put a lot of effort and attention towards her if it meant a chance with the young, hardworking woman. 

"Jaehyun," Yeri said, "I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" he asked, turning to face her.

"I've been trying to call you," she said, playing with the hem of her blouse, "but you haven't been returning my calls."

"I'm sorry," he said, hands in his pockets, "I've been busy."

"I know," she frowned, "but I need to talk to you about something important."

"What is it?" he asked again, looking at her face.

"I like you," she said after a brief silence.

Jaehyun was taken aback. He had never thought of Yeri in that way. He didn't even know if he had any type of interest in her. "Yeri..." he began, but she interrupted him.

"Jaehyun, please give us a shot," Yeri urged, looking deep into his eyes and she couldn't stop the words from pouring out, "I really like you, and I think we could be good together."

"I'm flattered," Jaehyun muttered, "but I'm not interested."

"Why not?" she asked, her voice coming to a slight whine. Was she going to become an emotional mess?

"I'm sorry, Yeri," Jaehyun was saying. "I'm just not interested in you that way."

Yeri looked heartbroken. "But I thought we had a connection," she said.

"We do," he said, "but not the kind of connection you're thinking of."

"I don't understand," she said. “You flirted with me, and I flirted back. I thought that meant something."

"I flirt with everyone, be it men or women. I like you as a friend," he said, "but I'm not interested in anything more than that."

Yeri looked like she was about to cry. "I see," she said. "Is it because you like someone else?"

Jaehyun nodded his head. She let out a small whine before turning and walking away. Jaehyun felt bad for hurting her feelings, but he knew he had to be honest with her. He wasn't interested in her in that way, and he didn't want to lead her on.

He continued on to his office, hoping that Yeri would be able to move on.

Jaehyun sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen in front of him. He should’ve been working on the report that was due the next day, but he couldn’t seem to focus. Ever since you and Johnny announced your engagement, Jaehyun had been trying to drown out his emotions, but lately, he'd been feeling like he couldn’t ignore his feelings anymore. He'd been dreaming about you at night, and he couldn’t stop thinking about you during the day. He knew that he should’ve just forgotten about you and focused on his work, but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

He took a deep breath and tried to focus on his work, but it was no use. He couldn’t concentrate. He knew that he needed to do something, but he wasn’t sure what. He could’ve just told you how he felt, but he was afraid of rejection. He could try to forget about you, but he knew that it would be impossible.

He was stuck in a dilemma, and he didn’t know what to do.

Why was it so hard to stop thinking about you?

There was a knock at his office door. Jaehyun briefly looked up to see Johnny coming into his office. Johnny lifted a hand in greeting before pulling a chair to sit on the other side of his desk. "Hey."

Jaehyun looked up. "Johnny. What's up?"

"I just wanted to talk to you about something," Johnny said. "It's important."

"Okay," Jaehyun said, his heart starting to race.

"I know you like Y/N," Johnny said, a small smile on his lips.

"What?" Jaehyun felt like his whole body had been doused with ice water.

"You heard me," Johnny said. "And before you get all panicky, it's fine. I don't care. Well, not really. I'm not gonna fire you, if that's what you're worried about."

"How did you know?" Jaehyun croaked out, swallowing hard.

"I've seen the way you look at her," Johnny said as he let out an amused chuckle.

Jaehyun didn't know what to say. He was speechless.

"I'm not going to lie," Johnny said. "I'm a little jealous. But I also know that you two would be good together."

"Wait. What?" Jaehyun looked at Johnny in shock. "You want me to go after Y/N?"

"Yeah," Johnny said. "And not as a one-night-stand."

"I..." Jaehyun started, but then trailed off.

"Look, I know this sounds crazy, but just think about it," Johnny said. "Y/N deserves someone who will love her and take care of her. And you clearly have feelings for her. So why not take the leap and make it happen?"

"I don't know," Jaehyun responded, completely lost for words. "Y/N is your fiancee, though."

"Of course she’s my fiancee," Johnny said, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t get me wrong, I love her. But if she wants to see and sleep with other men, who am I to stop her? As long as she’s happy, then I’m happy."

Jaehyun was stunned. He had no idea that Johnny and Y/N’s relationship was so...unconventional. He knew that Johnny definitely had feelings for you. Jaehyun caught him looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. So Jaehyun didn't understand why Johnny was okay with sharing you.

But the idea of being able to have sex with you, maybe even a relationship with you, was tempting. It was so tempting that Jaehyun couldn't help but imagine you underneath him, moaning his name while he fucked you. He was getting aroused just thinking about it.

"You really want to share your fiancee with another man? With me?" he questioned him, swallowing nervously.

Johnny nodded his head. "Like I said, I love her. I want her to be happy. If letting her sleep around and have other boyfriends makes her happy, then I'm all for it," he said, leaning forward in his seat. "Besides, I can't say I'm not curious about how you would be as a boyfriend to her."

Jaehyun shifted, the swelling under his pants starting to hurt him. Johnny caught a brief glimpse of him trying to discreetly hide the growing bulge.

"So, what do you say?" Johnny asked. "Do you want to go out with her?"

Jaehyun sat for a while. It all seemed too good to be true. Here was Johnny, practically giving him permission to fuck his fiancee. It all felt like a dream come true. But a small part of Jaehyun was skeptical. Was there more to it than Johnny was letting on? Or was Jaehyun overthinking the situation?

But his mind had wandered somewhere else, and it made Johnny laugh aloud.

"Looks like you do want to fuck her," Johnny chuckled lightly at him, noticing the size of Jaehyun's member starting to swell in his slacks. "Who am I to deny your pleasure?"

"Ugh, shut up," Jaehyun groaned, shifting his body uncomfortably. He was glad that his office door was closed because he didn't want anybody seeing his erection. "But...okay, I'll...think about it."

"Great," Johnny nodded his head in satisfaction and stood up, clapping his friend on the back. "Take care."

Jaehyun breathed slowly, thinking about what Johnny just told him.

There was a part of him that knew that Johnny could be playing him. But there was also a part of him that thought that he might actually have a chance with you. It was a risk worth taking. Jaehyun was eager enough and couldn't hold himself back. Even with a throbbing boner and in the middle of working, you filled his thoughts, even more than before. 

"You want me to do what?" You blurted out, looking at him from your office couch.

"Date Jaehyun," Johnny grinned.

You were surprised when Johnny told you to date Jaehyun. You weren't exactly expecting to hear it, but you had to admit you were curious. You and Johnny had talked about opening up your relationship, and you thought he might have been interested in seeing someone else, but you never expected him to suggest Jaehyun. You weren't sure how you felt about the prospect of dating Jaehyun. You definitely found him attractive, and you couldn't help but admire how sweet and kind he was to you. But the idea of pursuing an actual relationship with him was still somewhat overwhelming. You loved Johnny, and the thought of being with anyone other than him, made you slightly nervous. However, a bigger part of you was incredibly excited by the prospect of having a boyfriend other than Johnny. You could only imagine how good the sex would be between the three of you, but you tried to put those thoughts out of your head for the time being.

You chewed your bottom lip and hesitated.

"I can see that look, babe," Johnny mused, licking his lips. He rubbed the outside of your thigh, trailing his hands along the hem of your skirt, slipping his hand underneath and sliding his hand upwards. You inhale a soft gasp of air, clutching his arm. He watched your expression and gave you a smirk, dragging his pointer finger against your already sensitive bud and folds through the damp cloth of your panties. "Just say it. You want this too. Don't you?"

"Mmmhmm," you moaned and nodded, leaning closer into his side.

"Thought so. Is your pretty brain thinking about Jaehyun fucking you?" He asked in a seductive tone, a light purr in your ear as you whimpered when his fingers ghosted across your panties once more, circling over your clit with one digit. He moved the pads of his two fingers along your clit.

"Fuck," you cursed lowly, nearly giving a moan.

Johnny continued to tease you, applying more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned out loudly, unable to stop yourself as you moved your hips slightly to match his ministrations, rutting yourself against him as he continued to tease and torment your already leaking clit. A thin string of liquid formed along the cloth of your panties, wetness clinging to the pads of his digits. His actions caused you to squirm in your seat, his gaze darkened with lust as he watched your reaction, mouth open slightly at the sensation. You shivered, hot breath escaping your throat. Your fingers dug deeper into the sofa, nails breaking the fabric.

"Such a good little kitten," Johnny's deep and smooth voice trickled like a smooth glass of red wine sliding down your throat and ignited that warmth in the pit of your belly. It traveled downward, mixing with the intense sensation, amplifying everything, spreading from within and filling you. His voice sent another wave of pleasure through you, your body involuntarily writhing from under him.

"God, that's so sexy," he murmured, bringing his fingers up to his lips, tongue licking them before tasting you. The wet, squelching sound coming from his mouth was making your face flush.

You pouted, unable to help it. "Not fair..." you whined.

Johnny smiled devilishly. "Go find Jaehyun. When I left his office, he popped a boner in his pants." He sucked his fingers clean from your wetness, humming. "Go and get it, baby."

You hesitated at first, still unsure if you were really okay with the idea. After a few moments, you nodded, and Johnny took hold of your wrist gently and led you over to his office. The building was nearly deserted since everyone had gone home for the day except you, Johnny and Jaehyun. So there wasn't anyone who would see you make your way to Jaehyun's office. Once you and Johnny got to the door of his office, Johnny looked at you and leaned down.

"Have fun," he whispered in your ear, placing a quick kiss on your forehead before turning and leaving to wait in his office, giving you and Jaehyun some space.

You stood outside of the door, butterflies swarming inside of your stomach, nerves getting the best of you. You let out a shaky breath before lifting your fist, knuckles rapping a steady knock. Jaehyun called from inside for whoever was there to come in, and you let yourself into his office, closing the door softly behind you.

You swallowed thickly, taking in Jaehyun. He was sitting at his desk, his hair a little mussed, and his cheeks had a dusting of pink on them. When he looked up at you, his eyes darkened slightly, and the breath caught in his throat.

"Y/N," he started, his voice thick, "what are you doing here?"

"Johnny asked me to come here," you started, voice wavering slightly.

He noticed your voice, raising an eyebrow in slight concern, but not saying anything as you took another step forward towards him.

"Well, more accurately..." you bit your lip, noticing the swell in his slacks. You walked up to him, before dropping to your knees, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Y/N, what are you..." he cut himself off as you settled between his legs.

He was at his full hardness. There wasn't any room for anything else to grow down there. You ran a hand on the back of your head, sweeping your hair over your right shoulder before leaning in, tentatively taking the zipper of his slacks in hand.

He didn't protest, simply watched you in silent awe as you slowly unzipped his fly, hissing at the release of the pressure. His boxers were strained, the elastic pulled tight, creating a nice outline of the appendage underneath. You reached in and grabbed his hard dick through his boxers, slowly pulling them away from his waist, exposing the throbbing, angry member to the cool air.

His erection was red and veiny, standing straight, ready for attention, almost pulsating. The head was angry, almost purple with want. It had a slight curve upward, and you couldn't help but wonder how it would feel. How thick it was. It would definitely stretch you out, that was for sure. You began to move your hand up and down the length of him, gripping tighter as he gave you a quiet groan. You picked up the speed slightly, his length beginning to drip with a clear liquid that was slightly sticky, your hand coating the slick substance, using it as lubricant to ease the movement along his shaft.

"Jaehyun," you called out to him, his cock throbbing, feeling harder and heavier now as his hips began to rut against you, jerking and stuttering, not able to control the movement. He gave a grunt, and you could tell that he was trying to stay quiet, despite the sensations that were running throughout his body, not wanting to alert anyone of the activities that were going on behind his closed office door.

"Jaehyun," you repeated.

He opened his eyes to look down at you, his eyebrows knitting together as he gazed down into your eyes, almost pained that he wasn't the one to touch you, to be the one to make you fall apart.

"Let me please you, Jaehyun," you asked, voice coming out breathless, a slight rasp to the last word. "Wouldn't you like me to suck your cock until you're satisfied?"

"Fuck," he grunted.

He watched your hand grip the base of his cock as you lowered your lips onto it. A shudder ran through him as you let your tongue circle the head, slightly flicking it around the top and collecting the precum that was there, swirling it in a mix of spit, forming a perfect lubricated layer to smear around his head. Your grip tightened a little as you sucked the tip and began to move your head downward, trying to relax your throat. You allowed him to hit the back of your throat, gag reflex causing you to tighten slightly, sending a delicious thrill of pleasure up and through Jaehyun's member before you slid back up to the tip, letting your teeth lightly scratch his skin.

"God, don't bite," he gasped, not able to stop himself from moaning, "not there."

"Sorry," you giggled and teased before lowering down onto him once more, tongue slightly pushing against the veins that wrapped around the thickness. They were quite prominent, and you had no doubt that your throat would be thoroughly used by the time you were done.

"Fuuckkkk!" He let out a moan.

You didn't need a mirror to know that you looked obscene, Jaehyun’s cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, strings of your own saliva slipping out of your mouth, a light film coating his cock every time you pulled back. His member had a visible pulse, twitching against your hand as he would press his hips upward. He tried his best to let you set the pace, but he was close. His hands tangled themselves into your locks, pulling you forward, impaling your mouth down as far as possible as he pressed his hips upward roughly.

Tears filled your eyes as you choked, noises escaping your nose and throat, not being able to breathe as his cock hit your uvula, gagging you as you struggled to pull away. But he held onto you firmly, fingers intertwined into your hair, as he continued to rut against you.

"Ah. God. Fuck. Just a little bit more, princess," he moaned, hips still jerking uncontrollably as you remained trapped underneath his hands.

He finally gave a low groan, the vibration vibrating against his erection, pushing him to climax, and he shot warm ribbons of cum down the back of your throat and onto your tongue, swallowing the semen as he pulled out with a loud pop.

As you looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and a bit of a smile on your swollen and bruised lips, your cheeks a nice shade of pink, a dribble of cum falling down the corner of your mouth, you saw the satisfaction evident on his face. He looked as though he couldn't believe what just happened.

He was looking at you, not with disgust, but amazement. Like you were the most stunning piece of art he had ever seen. His cock twitched, the feeling of being milked starting to stir it up again, as you noticed his member was already starting to harden back up.

"Oh?" You breathed out, biting your lip. Back on your feet, you decided to give Jaehyun a bit of a show, unbuttoning your blouse, pulling it open and revealing a lacy black bra underneath. "You're already hard again, hm?"

Your hands traveled downwards, finding their way to the button of your skirt. You released the closure and let your skirt fall to the floor, giving him a teasing display of your panties that matched the bra.

"Fuck," he ground out, and then you were in his lap, facing him. "You drive me crazy."

"Do you want me?" you asked.

His dark eyes clouded with desire and want, looking you up and down hungrily and possessively as if he was a starving man who'd just been served his most desired meal. "Yes," he rasped out. "Fuck, yes. I want you."

You nosed at him playfully, fingers curled around the hem of his white shirt, tugging it up and over his head and dropping the material unceremoniously beside him before turning your gaze on him again, your grin mischievous.

"Kiss me, Jaehyun." It was an order, but you had spoken with such sweetness, making him grow hard.

Jaehyun brushed a lock of your hair away from your face, then placed his large hands on either side of your neck. Slowly, he inched his face towards yours, stopping when there was but a millimeter of space between your lips. He waited there, anticipation building between you. He let his eyes roam over your features, taking in every detail, letting you take in every detail of his own.

There were no sounds other than the ragged breathing. 

"Why me?" He questioned. "What is it that made you pick me? You have Johnny. Isn't it enough?" His lips were centimeters from yours. The tension between you was thick, electric. He could sense something like fear radiating from you, causing him to pull back. "Answer me," he demanded, but his tone was gentle.

"Because there's something about you Jaehyun," you replied, eyes finally opening. "Since that day you kissed me, I can't seem to forget the feeling," you whispered. Your words hung between you, his mouth mere inches above yours, lips still not touching. "I know I should be satisfied with just Johnny, but I have this strange need, this aching curiosity, that makes me want you so badly."

“And Johnny?” Jaehyun muttered. “What will he do if he knows about this?”

“Johnny doesn’t mind,” you answered. “Trust me.”

"There's no going back for the three of us, you know," Jaehyun replied hoarsely.

"Are you okay with it, Jaehyun?" You asked. "Okay sharing me with Johnny?"

"Are you okay with having the both of us?" He countered.

"Yes," you nodded, watching his face, gauging his reactions and trying to read what thoughts coursing through him. His heart hammered in his chest, and a heat burned deep inside him, threatening to consume him, as he processed the fact that the woman he wanted - the woman he had dreamt about and fantasized about and coveted - actually wanted him as well. “I like you, Jaehyun. I really, really like you.”

Jaehyun tilted your chin, holding you so you were looking directly into his eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. He cupped your face and claimed your lips in a long, fierce kiss, tongue begging entrance. You whimpered against his mouth and opened wider for him, gasping at the rush of pleasure that coursed through you. You needed to feel closer. His hands roamed down your shoulders and back, gliding over every inch of skin. As he trailed them up under the cups of your bra, teasing and circling the sensitive mounds, you moaned softly in his mouth. Your hips arched instinctively, desperately seeking friction against the erection beneath his pants. He moved his hips, creating friction between you, and you ground yourself harder into him. The sound you made in your throat had the effect of an electric current running through Jaehyun, fueling his passion, and his kisses grew fiercer.

When you eventually broke away from him to catch your breath, he lowered his head and pressed light kisses along your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, and goosebumps rose in response to the feeling of his soft lips on your flesh. He had one hand on your hip, the other behind your head, keeping you steady as he sucked your collarbone. He bit gently on the skin, making you inhale sharply. Your breasts pressed against his broad chest, making him ache and throb inside. His hand traveled from your hip around to your front, toying with the lacy material between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked, princess. Is this because of me?" He asked gruffly, causing you to whimper. You bucked your hips, trying to rub your aching core into him.

He dipped two fingers under the fabric, teasing and running them along the wet slit. The tip of a digit brushed over your sensitive clit, eliciting another groan. Jaehyun groaned as he inserted one finger and swirled it inside you, teasing and taunting you. You gripped him, crying out at the invasion of the single digit inside you. He added a second, stretching you to the limits, and you rocked your hips up, burying his fingers even deeper in your velvety folds.

"Fuck. So damn wet," he cursed. "Your juices are dripping out." He thrust his fingers into your hot passage faster, watching your reaction. He reached back up with his free hand, pulling your bra down over your tits, the cold air against your hardened buds, pebbling them. He thumbed them, sending shivers of delight throughout your body. Your spine arched, bringing your sensitive nipples into contact with his calloused thumb.

"Ah, ah...yes..." you moaned.

As soon as he removed his fingers, you were pulling off his belt buckle, freeing his throbbing erection from its fabric prison. When it fell to the ground, the two of you shared a brief moment to look at each other.

"Bend over the desk." His voice was soft, though rough, and you were sure the fire in your loins had somehow transferred itself into the smoldering depths of his dark pupils.

You eagerly complied with the order, placing your palms flat on his smooth oak wood desk and jutting your ass out towards him, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. The anticipation was almost more than you could handle. You felt him guide your legs further apart and run his length between your sopping pussy folds, spreading the moisture as he teased your cunt with his leaking cock. He bent over, leaning on his forearms, pressing against the small of your back, his cock dragging your slit, flicking your clit ever-so slightly and sending shocks of pleasure through your spine. His fingers slowly worked their way underneath you, teasing your nipple and breast while his lips sucked on the crook of your neck. His tip positioned itself against your entrance.

"Y/N," he moaned in a muffled, lustful groan, right next to your ear, "I can't hold back any longer."

He entered you agonizingly slowly, feeling the slow stretching of your cunt walls stretching out as his member passed.

"Fuck, Y/N. So good and wet," he breathed heavily.

It was only when his head brushed your cervix did you release the moan you'd been holding back and relax your tense muscles. He wasn't as big as Johnny, but he still managed to stretch and fill you, and you gripped the sides of the desk until the knuckles were white. It took some adjusting until you got used to his size before Jaehyun slid almost completely out, leaving just the tip buried within you, only to sink back, making your whole body quiver. You gasped and tried to stop your vision from spinning.

He groaned with each thrust, and you gasped again, moaning loudly as your walls started tightening. Soon enough, Jaehyun was slamming into you. One of his hands came up to knead your breast as you continued to brace yourself against the desk. He fucked you so deeply that you feared your legs would fail you. You had no idea that your moans would get louder and louder until they echoed all around you, bouncing off the walls, interspersed with his grunts of effort and exertion. You couldn't contain yourself as his cock slammed into your g-spot with every thrust.

He picked up speed, moaning as he began fucking you wildly, the smack of skin hitting skin filling the office. Your pleasure was overwhelming. He growled when you screamed out your orgasm and arched into him, crying out in ecstasy.

"Fuck," you choked out through the sensations.

"Tell me that I'm making you feel good, princess," Jaehyun murmured.

You whimpered. You had no control left over; everything had been taken by him. With every thrust, the way his balls slapped against your swollen clit had you in a trance. Every thought that had crossed your mind before disappeared. Only you and Jaehyun remained. You felt like your life depended on you reaching this level of ecstasy. And that, somehow, was terrifyingly arousing to you.

"Tell me how good this feels for you, sweetheart." His voice had a sensual quality that seemed to stir something deep inside you.

"Good, so good..." you trailed off when you felt your pleasure increase, if that was even possible. "Please, Jae, please keep doing that." Your words spilled from your lips in a whimpered prayer to him as he leaned his chest against your back.

"Look at you," he breathed heavily into your ear. "Taking me so well... My cock fits perfectly inside of your tight little hole."

The pleasure was coming faster and faster, waves of ecstasy drowning every sense except hearing, every muscle tense. Every cell of yours craved, hungered, and ached for him to never stop, to never stop pleasuring you in that way, to never stop talking dirty in that tone.

"Gosh, you feel so tight around me," he gritted through his teeth. And then, after what seemed like a lifetime, his thrusts became erratic, uneven, losing rhythm. "Fuck princess, I-I think..."

"Cum in me, please, please," you begged, body trembling at the edge of the cliff, just waiting for Jaehyun to bring you over it. He leaned forward, fingers digging into your skin.

The way he groaned his climax made your orgasm surge, ripping through your body as your muscles quivered violently. You felt his warmth spread inside of you as you tightened around him, his seed seeping out as his hips continue to roll forward into your own. He let out a drawn-out breath, your eyes shutting closed as he pumped his warm seed deep inside your tight hole.

"Good girl," Jaehyun smirked, leaning close to your ear and pressing soft kisses on your shoulders.

He helped you straighten up and turn around. When you were facing him, he pressed his forehead against yours and smiled lovingly, cupping your cheeks and brushing away strands of your hair that had fallen into his face. He cupped the nape of your neck, his thumb tenderly massaging circles. It was a small movement, but somehow, it spoke a thousand words to your exhausted mind.

"Beautiful," Jaehyun breathed before brushing his lips over yours. They felt firm and plush against your mouth, and your breath hitched in your throat, his closeness leaving you breathless.

The two of you stood there for several minutes, breathing each other in, neither one willing to break the embrace. The steady rise and fall of Jaehyun's chest was comforting, as was the steady beating of his heart, which you could clearly hear from that close. You didn’t want to move. Not yet. Eventually, however, Jaehyun realized that standing naked in the middle of his office might not be a very productive use of his time, separated himself from you, and started searching for the articles of clothing that had been stripped from his body earlier.

A smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you watched him work his way back into his clothes, putting each item on, one by one, until he had completely redressed. He smiled at you the whole time, an adoring expression upon his face. Once done, he turned back around and faced you, one eyebrow raised as he cocked his head at your immobilized form, a smirk appearing upon his face.

"Well," he started, amusement coloring his tone. "Aren't you gonna start getting dressed, too, princess?"

"Oh," you stated, a sudden rush of embarrassment flowing through you. You nodded before scrambling for your discarded clothing. You quickly pull on your underwear and skirt before picking up your blouse. As you were buttoning up your top, you turned towards Jaehyun, still smiling fondly. 

"Hey," he smiled back. "Come over here, will ya?"

You looked into his eyes once again and walked closer. He put his hands on the back of your waist and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. Then, he pulled away a bit and looked deeply in your eyes, whispering, "I'm looking forward to seeing where this leads us."

"Took you two long enough," you heard Johnny comment as you and Jaehyun left his office. He glanced toward the both of you, eyeing the blush that was spreading across the younger man's cheeks.

"It took a bit longer than expected, unfortunately," you offered, leaning back into Johnny, arms sliding around his waist. "And I'm famished now."

"Let's go get dinner," Johnny suggested. "Jaehyun, are you joining us? Or have you already got plans tonight?"

"Nah, I'll join," Jaehyun nodded. "There's something the three of us need to talk about after all, so let's do this."

"Then what are we waiting for?" You questioned with an arched eyebrow. "I want to eat."

With that, the three of you left the building together and headed down to a local steakhouse that was owned by a friend of Johnny's. It was always quiet there, and the atmosphere was calm, allowing for good conversation. Johnny liked it there, and you thought the food was okay, so you didn't mind. The meal was quick but pleasant; the conversation light and fun, with Johnny and Jaehyun having a good time chatting together and occasionally including you.

"So," Jaehyun cleared his throat awkwardly when you were finishing up your dinner. "Now what?"

"What do you mean, 'now what?'" Johnny asked curiously.

"I think he means the future for the three of us," you interrupted softly.

"Yeah," Jaehyun replied slowly. "Yeah, that's exactly what I meant. At the end of the day, she's your fiancee, Johnny."

Johnny went silent for a moment and stared intently at his wine glass. "Like I said, I don't mind sharing her with you," he repeated himself after a bit, swirling his wine thoughtfully.

"I don't know," Jaehyun admitted sadly. "It's just that, it's a lot to get my head around."

"I get that," Johnny nodded, shooting his younger employee a reassuring glance, "but just know, I really am okay with it." He turned his gaze to you, fixing you with a piercing stare that caused your cheeks to heat. "Don't you want this, kitten? Don't you want Jaehyun too?"

You swallowed hard and looked down, then back up, meeting his stare with a determination to speak your truth. "Yes," you confessed with a strong voice, nodding once. "Yes, Johnny, I want you, and I want Jaehyun."

Johnny's lip curled upwards into a smirk. "See? She wants you, she doesn't want to be with just me," he said confidently. "Jaehyun," his eyes narrowed, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth, "can't you see she wants both of us equally?"

The younger man ran a hand nervously over his face. "Fuck, okay," he conceded, breathing out an exasperated laugh. "This is really happening? She gets to have two guys? Really?"

"Of course," the oldest assured. "Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy what you got from her, hm?" Johnny reached across and placed his hand on top of your own, fingers curling around your knuckles. "Think of it this way. Y/N gets all the love and devotion we have to offer while you and I build a strong friendship," he pointed out.

Jaehyun arched a skeptical eyebrow, but then, as you watched, a slow smile spread across his face. It seemed as if Johnny had gotten through to him, because Jaehyun sat back in his chair, a relieved expression written plainly across his features. 

"Okay," Jaehyun responded after a minute. "Okay." He drained his wine in a single gulp and shrugged, then shrugged again before finally nodding. "Why not, right? It can work," he added after a beat. "We can make it work."

"Great," Johnny stated happily. "Well, then," he addressed the waiter. "I think we're all ready for the bill."

It was near midnight when the three of you arrived at your apartment. Jaehyun wanted to part with you there, since his apartment was next door, but he hesitated at the door, glancing toward Johnny.

"Why don't you join us, Jaehyun? Come stay at my apartment tonight," You reached for his arm, pulling him closer. You tugged on his lapel, eyes focused on his tie pin and his shoulder and pecs.

"Kitten, really now," Johnny's chuckle resounded beside you. "You just fucked earlier and you're still not satisfied?"

You shook your head. "Of course not, why else would I ask him to join us?"

Johnny scoffed with a chuckle, nudging Jaehyun on the arm playfully before they both entered your place, closing and locking the door behind them. You watched Johnny remove his dress shirt and belt as he headed toward your bedroom, the fabric and leather discarded haphazardly along the way. You caught a glimpse of his half-naked torso and the ridges of his abs before he disappeared from view. Jaehyun stood rooted on the spot, mouth parted slightly.

You grabbed his hand and began to guide him towards your room, not wanting to wait any longer than necessary. Jaehyun looked momentarily dazed as he was being pulled along, and he barely made a noise before you shut the door firmly behind you and pushed him onto the bed. He sat, uncharacteristically obedient, staring at you as if you were something untouchable as you stood before him, hovering just out of his reach.

Johnny was seated at your desk chair, shirt off and shoes already discarded, legs spread wide open and arms leaning back behind him casually while his pants were undone. A prominent bulge poked through. "Why don't you take care of Jaehyun, kitten? I want to watch how he fucks you," he mused, cocking his head toward the younger one, an almost imperceptible smirk appearing on his lips.

"Yes, Johnny," you obliged with an eager smile. "Jae," you said slowly, almost whispering, running a finger down his jaw. He inhaled sharply. His body is stiff beneath your touch. "Take these off." You gestured at his suit and watched as Jaehyun began removing the items of clothing slowly until he was lying only in his boxer shorts, exposing all the dips and lines in his abs.

Johnny let out a low, pleased hum. "Jaehyun, why don't you sit further up on the bed, your back against the headboard?"

Jaehyun wordlessly obeyed without a second thought, sitting up against the pillows, waiting patiently.

"Now, kitten, strip and go ride him," Johnny commanded.

Without missing a beat, you unbuttoned your blouse and cast it aside. Next, you removed your panties and your skirt. With bated breath, both men observed how you crawled towards Jaehyun, gently straddling his legs before stopping right in front of his covered dick, causing him to let out a low moan.

"Good," Johnny breathed, his hand slowly cupping his erection, eyes never leaving your form. He leaned back further in his chair, tugging down on his pants. "Kitten, keep going," he encouraged you. "Make him feel good."

Jaehyun groaned at the sudden lack of friction between his legs. You placed two hands on either side of his waist, leaning forward, capturing his lower lip between your teeth before sliding down the waistband of his boxers. Jaehyun squirmed, unable to hold back the noise in his throat as you lifted yourself back up, resuming your straddling of his bare, thick cock. You placed one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and then slowly lowered yourself onto him.

Jaehyun sucked in a sharp breath as he felt himself stretching inside you, filling you. Once you were fully seated on him, he groaned loudly, leaning forward to kiss you passionately. Your breath hitched at the fullness of him. He started rocking his hips, slow thrusts sending shivers down your spine as he kissed you feverishly. The ache that had been growing in your core suddenly intensified.

"Just like that," Johnny remarked from the side, hand stroking his hard shaft leisurely.

As the pace picked up, and as Johnny kept making more encouraging comments, Jaehyun found a rhythm between his hips and your own, riding against yours. "Look at you, riding me so nicely," Jaehyun breathed huskily against your lips. You let a moan escape, giving into the pleasure.

"Fuck," you managed to whimper. His hands drifted toward your breasts, kneading the tender flesh and nipples in his palms as he thrust faster, groaning as you tightened around him. 

"God, you feel good," he murmured. "Your pussy feels incredible wrapped so tightly around my cock." He lowered his head and kissed you fiercely, and you reciprocated immediately, tongues exploring each other's mouths. He continued kissing you furiously as he held you close to him.

Jaehyun then decided to switch your position so that you were facing Johnny's direction. Johnny's hand gripped his cock tightly at the base. He continued watching you riding Jaehyun while pumping his length, eyes fixed upon the bouncing of your breasts.

"Shit, kitten," Johnny cursed under his breath, grunting quietly as he stroked himself to the sight of you and Jaehyun in the throes of ecstasy. "Seeing you riding his cock so beautifully makes me wanna fuck your face, you know. Would you like to suck on my cock, kitten?"

"Mmm, yes, Johnny," you moaned. "Please, let me suck your cock."

He rose from his spot, kicked off his trousers and boxers altogether in one move, and approached the bed. He placed himself near your head, inches away from where Jaehyun and you were connected. "Go on, kitten. Open wide and put that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock." He commanded, presenting you with his hardened cock.

You leaned forward slightly, bringing your mouth closer to Johnny's awaiting member. You didn't hesitate, reaching out and wrapping one hand around his base, feeling the warmth of his cock against your palm and opening wider as you ran the flat of your tongue along his sensitive vein. Johnny sucked in a ragged breath before taking hold of your head, holding your head in place. His thumb caressed your cheek briefly, and then you wrapped your lips around his swollen cockhead, tasting pre-cum leaking from his slit. His thumb grazed your lips and chin, brushing the remnants of his release away as it mixed with your saliva. You worked your way up and down his length as much as you could in your position. The moans escaping Johnny's mouth spurred you to suck harder and faster, driving Jaehyun crazy behind you.

"Fuck, you're sucking me so well, kitten," Johnny praised, throwing his head backwards in pleasure. He looked down at Jaehyun's thrusts below you. "How's she feel, Jae?"

Jaehyun peered upwards, managing to mumble something along the lines of "fucking fantastic." You clenched around his shaft as he rocked steadily into you, bringing you dangerously close. 

"Does this feel amazing, kitten?" Johnny asked, a tinge of amusement to his tone. "Feeling that dick drive deep inside your wet pussy?"

"Yes Johnny, ohhh," you managed, rocking forward onto Jaehyun's shaft again. "Feels soooo good."

"Mmmmm, that's what I like to hear," he purred. "Kitten, are you gonna come for us?"

Your words were trapped in your throat. Everywhere Jaehyun's hands touched felt hotter, and every thrust pushed you a bit more towards the precipice of oblivion. With Johnny's encouragement, your hips started rolling faster. Jaehyun grasped onto your sides and slowed his movements. You let out a desperate, frustrated moan around Johnny's thick cock.

"Fuck, kitten," Johnny grunted through gritted teeth, hips jerking up into the motion you've started. "Swallow my cum." His release tasted salty against your tongue as his warmth spurted deep into the back of your throat and trickled down, pooling onto your tongue and gathering at your bottom lip. You swallowed several times, taking everything he gave you, enjoying the taste and feel of his essence flooding into your belly and then savoring the lingering bitter flavor lingering in your mouth and nose. Johnny slid his cock from between your lips and knelt to capture your mouth with his. He gripped the back of your neck roughly while devouring every inch of your lips. "Mmmm, such a good little slut for daddy," he mumbled, sending waves of tingles straight to your aching cunt.

"Holy shit," Jaehyun panted, rolling his hips a few more times before he slumped forward against your body, burying his face against your back. "Fuck, you feel too good."

"Yeah, she does," Johnny agreed. "Come on, Jae. Make her cum. Make my fiancee cum." He teased a finger at your swollen nub, circling with the faintest amount of pressure as he whispered a sweet praise into your ear. "Your pussy looks fucking divine stretched around Jae's dick." You could feel your pussy throbbing uncontrollably in response. His fingers found the small hole that had been neglected until now, and you gasped aloud when he dipped them into you, scissoring them while Jaehyun's cock kept thrusting in and out of your pussy.

His voice low, Jaehyun let out a shuddering cry of relief, "Fuck, princess, I'm gonna fucking cum!"

He grunted once before releasing inside you, filling you as Johnny caught you as your body goes limp, overwhelmed, and trembling from the force of your climax. Jaehyun was still for a moment, catching his breath, before he pulled himself out. Johnny lifted your form onto his lap and kissed you deeply, drawing moans from your mouth.

You felt him prod your entrance as his tip kept pressing forward, entering, invading, filling up until his entire length was buried deep within you, stretching you deliciously.

"Oh fuck," he hissed, "still so tight after Jaehyun had his fun with you."

Johnny held your torso against his chest. You wriggle desperately against him as his cock drives even further into you. "Please," you whined desperately. "Please," you repeated. "Need more."

"That's it," Johnny spoke seductively. "Let me fuck your brains out, kitten. Beg me to pound your little slutty hole." His balls slapped rhythmically against your slick skin, and it was too much. But it also wasn’t enough. "Do you want Jae to fuck your pretty little ass, kitten?" Johnny prompted huskily, running a soothing hand down the back of your thigh. "Is that what you need?" He rocked his hips slowly but steadily, increasing the intensity with each thrust. "Need both our cocks stuffing your holes?"

You nod feverishly, trying in vain to swallow a whine. Your skin was prickly with sweat, and your pussy was absolutely dripping,  when he pulled out and set you on your knees. Jaehyun wasted no time kneeling behind you and lining his thick cock with your tight hole before thrusting inside slowly.

"Damn," Johnny groaned approvingly, smearing the head of his dick over your lower lips. "Your ass just swallowed him like it was made to be used like that." You moaned helplessly, the filthy noises muffled as he bit into Johnny's shoulder. "Tell me how he feels inside your ass," he coaxed.

You squeezed your eyes shut. "Feels full."

Johnny gave a light tug on your hair. "Yeah? Do you like having his dick shoved up your ass?"

A rush of heat rushed through your veins when you mumbled, "Yes."

"Tell Jaehyun how his dick feels in your ass, kitten. Talk dirty to him."

"I love the way your cock fills me, Jae," you sobbed. "Love the way your huge cock stretches my ass. And I love being fucked like this by you and Johnny."

"Good girl," Johnny praised as he and Jaehyun thrusted in sync. The sensations were indescribable, the two dicks spearing your pussy and asshole simultaneously, pounding deeper and harder. Both of them alternated their paces, one pulling out, the other plunging in.

"So gorgeous," you heard Jaehyun gasp hoarsely from behind. He was breathing raggedly into your ear, hands clamped tightly around your breasts, kneading as he plowed harder. "So fucking gorgeous."

"Such a good little slut for her daddies," Johnny agreed, nipping at the tip of your earlobe while continuing to relentlessly thrust. "Are Jaehyun and I, your daddies, kitten? Are we?"

Your arms felt like jelly, and all you could do was lean limply into Johnny, barely able to manage a coherent response. The only sounds that leftyour mouth were whimpers and gasps and sobs and whines of pleasure. "Fuck," Johnny hissed between clenched teeth, quickening his pace. "Say that you are, baby girl. Say it, or Daddy won't let you cum."

"Yes. Yes, daddies, please, please make me cum," you babbled, unable to resist. You writhed helplessly against his chest, forcing the last ounce of your energy into the act.

You could sense both men growing more restless behind you, and the desperation in their movements increased rapidly as they pounded their cocks frantically into you. "Gonna fill you full of cum," Johnny warned with a rasp, nipping the back of your ear sharply. "Gonna make you scream."

Jaehyun groans loudly in your ear, sucking your flesh into his mouth before letting go of it. He could feel him tightening within, his cock spasming before filling your ass with streams of semen as he slumped on the top of your body.

Johnny groaned as well, pushing in deep. With a shudder, you felt hot cum coating every inch inside, leaking out, flowing into your womb, filling you, gushing and gushing. His thick, muscled thighs twitched repeatedly while spurts continued filling up inside. Jaehyun pulled out his limp, spent cock, collapsing on the mattress below. Your hips spasmed against Johnny's crotch as he gripped you tightly, bucking several more times.

"Damn, look at the mess, baby," he gasped out, stroking your belly slowly. "Look at my messy little kitten." A stringy mixture of their seed spills down, trickling over your trembling thighs, as both cocks ease out and eventually slip free of your body.

Johnny hands a towel to Jaehyun so that you both can clean up quickly. "Fucking hell, our baby really takes us both like a champ," Johnny laughed quietly. He smiles at the younger guy beside him. "I'm glad you agreed to this, Jae."

The younger male returned the smile before crawling on the bed next to you and laying there exhausted. He ran a lazy finger down your arm. "She looks very pleased."

You nodded with heavy lidded eyes. "I am. Very pleased."

"Rest, pretty thing. We will take care of you, don't worry," Johnny said gently, laying down beside you and tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. You inhaled sharply at his sudden closeness and soft touch. Jaehyun stretched out on the other side, curling into you. They took turns placing tiny pecks on the small expanse of your back and shoulders before drifting to sleep themselves.

The next few months were spent exploring and venturing deeper into your relationships. First, it started off as taking turns, one week it was Jaehyun and one week it was Johnny. But as the days and nights started dragging, you eventually suggested having both of them. And that was how your time was usually spent. You couldn't bring yourself to decide on who you spent more time with as you'd find yourself missing the other person terribly.

It was the perfect dynamic; you needed both men, craving each of them constantly, equally, and with the same level of passion. Each of your partners brought something different and special, providing unique opportunities for adventure and excitement in different ways, and the best part was that it was always enjoyable for all parties.

You were sitting at your desk when you felt the rush of bile rising in the back of your throat and immediately dashed towards the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. A knock resounded from the door.

"Boss?" Jisung called out in a muffled voice, "Are you alright?"

You wiped your mouth with some paper tissue, flushing the toilet and making sure everything in the bathroom was as pristine as usual before opening the door and walking out to the young man. "Sorry, just a stomach upset," you smiled, even if you were a little dizzy.

Jisung gave a subtle frown. "Okay..." he responded in uncertainty and handed you an orange-tinted folder, "Taeyong-hyung wanted me to pass you this. They're drama and movie considerations for Ms. Dream's next project."

You took the file and tucked it under your arm. You felt sick, light headed, but you kept pushing past. "Thank you, Jisung."

"Do you want me to make an appointment with the doctor?" He suggested worriedly, noticing how pale your skin tone was. "You probably ate something bad, a tummy bug perhaps..."

You shook your head no, rubbing your belly for a second before going straight back to your desk. You had no clue about what it could have been. It could have just been something simple and nothing that could be of worry.

However, after a week of nausea and vomiting, you decided to take matters into your own hands and booked a doctor's appointment after work. You wanted to check it out. As expected, you arrived earlier than necessary and were guided to one of the examination rooms and left alone. It was ten minutes later when a female physician walked in the room and shut the door after her. "Good afternoon, Y/N."

"Good afternoon Dr. Kang," you smiled, albeit tiredly.

"How are you today?" she asked with genuine interest. Dr. Kang had been your physician for as long as you could remember, and you trusted her completely with your health issues. She was one of the few doctors that took care of you when you had your accident ten years ago.

You tilted your head for a moment, thinking of your answer before telling the truth. "Well, to be honest, I don't really know what the cause of this is," you replied, voice nervous as you began telling her the events of what occurred last week and the weeks leading up to it.

"Have you been sexually active? Any sexual contact in the past four or five weeks?" She questioned with a serious tone.

You were unsure whether you should answer honestly or not, but she was a physician after all. What happened inside a professional practice would remain between her and her patient and vice versa.

"Yes," you nodded and replied meekly. Your hands unconsciously rubbed your belly. "With two men."

Dr. Kang smiled gently at your answer, unfazed by the revelation. "Oh?" she inquired gently. "I suppose I can rule out other illnesses..." her voice trailed off thoughtfully. "Well then, shall we check you out?" She gestured towards the chair nearby.

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling nervous and wary about getting examined so suddenly, but Dr. Kang noticed this immediately, and, in her typically soft, caring tone, tried to reassure you. "Don't worry," she chuckled warmly. "I promise this isn't anything bad. I just need a urine and blood sample, and we'll know soon what's causing these symptoms." She paused, her eyes traveling briefly over your figure. "Did the symptoms start before or after you slept with both of them?"

"After," you responded instantly, looking at her curiously, still curious and unsure at the same time.

"And how long has it been since you've been sleeping with either man?" She asked carefully.

"A few months," you mumbled. "About four, I think?"

"That would explain it, then," she replied nonchalantly, making note of something on her chart. When she spoke again, the words came out rushed, almost excited. "Have you taken any pregnancy tests recently, Y/N?"

"Why would I?" you asked. "Dr. Kang, you were the one who told me I could never have a child after the accident and due to complications."

"Yes, I did," she was speaking slower now, drawing out every syllable, clearly hoping for the reality to settle in for you. "But what I'm wondering, Y/N, is whether it is possible that somehow, the accident didn't rob you forever, and that by some chance, there might still be a tiny possibility that you could have children."

You look down at the palm of your hands, mulling over her words and trying to contemplate her hypothesis.

Dr. Kang seemed to sense the unease in you and gently continued. "Do you want to run some tests, Y/N?" She leaned forward, her posture giving you a firm but friendly appearance. 

"Yes, please," you whispered, swallowing down the lump forming in your throat. "Whatever the tests are, please perform them."

After an hour or so of running the appropriate blood tests and taking samples of urine for the laboratory tests, Dr. Kang came back with news: you were indeed, with a very strong chance of certainty, pregnant.

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it quickly after finding yourself unable to find the right words for such a thing. Your fingers started fidgeting unconsciously with the sleeve of your sweater, rubbing it up and down anxiously as the reality settled within you and your mind.

You didn't think it was possible anymore, having given up all hope for motherhood after the accident and the complications that followed.

"Congratulations," she said warmly, giving a sincere smile. "You are going to be a mother, Y/N."

You were so lost in your thoughts, her statement falling on deaf ears. The shock hadn't quite set in yet, and a variety of emotions and questions raced through your head. However, a huge weight was lifted from your shoulders, since you no longer needed to ponder about what could have been, whether or not you could have children. For whatever reason, you were still able to conceive a child after all this time. You found the courage and strength in the universe to carry a new life, grow life in you.

"Will it be... a healthy pregnancy? No issues from the accident?" You asked timidly.

"There may still be some problems here and there throughout this pregnancy and possibly after. We're going to monitor your vitals regularly during your first few months, to make sure both you and the baby are staying healthy and safe," she continued carefully. "Make sure not to get stressed, be mindful and considerate of your needs and exercise regularly. No raw meat, no sushi, and no alcohol. Understood?"

"I understand," you agreed firmly and exhaled deeply.

"And if you must have sex, wear a condom, and no rough sex," Dr. Kang added a gentle reminder, waving her pen around in a chastising manner before marking things down on her paper. "Though from the looks of it, I am sure your partners will not be reckless nor risky towards their future offspring."

You gave Dr. Kang a grateful nod as the woman led you out of the medical room. She bade you farewell before returning to her other patients, and the day went on, completely unchanged for anyone else in the building, though for you, the world looked far brighter.

"Can I tell you two something?" you asked one night as you lay between two gorgeous men, who looked at you with fond gazes and curiosity.

Johnny smiled gently, lifting himself up slightly to look down at you, and Jaehyun paused, hand slipping down to rub the dip at the base of your spine.

"We're listening," Johnny replied tenderly as he stroked the side of your face.

"Well," your lip curled up slowly, "you guys are going to have to handle me more delicately."

The men stared at you, a little perplexed, as you grabbed their hands and placed them on the lower half of your belly. Their expressions turned to surprise and confusion at once, which was kind of amusing.

"Care to explain, princess?" Jaehyun arched his eyebrow.

"Yes, sweetheart, please, because we are really dumb right now," Johnny chuckled nervously.

"I'm pregnant," the words were surprisingly easy to say, despite all of the trouble that had gone into finding out the truth about the mystery symptoms. It was like lifting weights off your shoulders, relief washing over your heart. The confession made your throat dry, but the words also poured out so easily and swiftly from your mouth, as though they had just been waiting there, patiently and steadily, the whole entire time.

The silence that greeted your words was deafening. Neither Johnny nor Jaehyun spoke as their minds tried desperately to wrap around this. And then, Johnny took a deep breath. "Oh."

"Really, Johnny," you laughed heartily, placing a hand against his chest, patting him in a reassuring manner, "Oh?"

Johnny closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "Holy fuck," he breathed out. "After all this time; when we both thought you couldn't..."

"I know," you patted his cheek. "I'm surprised too." You shifted slightly and pressed a soft kiss onto his mouth. "Surprised and happy," you continued in a low, husky whisper as you turned your face and repeated the same gesture on Jaehyun. His fingers slowly dug into the flesh of your hips, and his chest shuddered beneath the warmth of your own. "I don't know which one of you is responsible," you admitted quietly, voice becoming softer, more meek. "But the only thing I know now is that I'll be carrying our child."

"Jesus," Johnny murmured. He shut his eyes tightly. "We're going to have a baby." He sounded overwhelmed. He sounded relieved, astonished, and amazed. You smiled against the top of his mouth. "I can't believe it." His eyelashes tickled the bridge of your nose.

Jaehyun stayed quiet for a long while, causing you some concern as his warm embrace held you tighter and his lips touched the spot between your ear and temple, pulling you deeper into the hug. You pulled away, slightly frowning. "Jae, are you ok?"

He stayed silent for another moment, not saying anything before his mouth cracked, and his face lit up as a dazzling smile broke out over his features. His eyes were full of happiness, dancing brightly. "Of course," he said softly, sounding proud and breathless, "how could I not be when the woman I love is pregnant? I know you've struggled with infertility for a long time, yet you were still granted a miracle."

"Will you both be mad if neither of you is the father?" you asked as you looked up at Johnny. "Will you still love and want to marry me if Jaehyun is the dad? And vice versa?"

"No, sweet girl, I'll always want you. Always," Johnny whispered, cupping the side of your face gently and kissing you lovingly. "Even if Jae is the one who fathered the baby, I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. To share our family with each other. I will raise Jaehyun's child as if he is my own," Johnny promised solemnly.

Jaehyun cupped your face with both of his large palms. "We are the luckiest men in this world, having someone like you love us both."

You giggled into his palm when you remembered Dr. Kang's final instructions for sex. "The doctor said you can't be too rough, and you have to wear condoms now."

"Fine, anything for our kitten," Johnny grinned brightly, capturing your lips in a soft, unhurried kiss. He felt euphoric, your baby, a small part of your combined efforts, your combined love, would grow into a complete little human being inside your body. 

An adorable mix of the three of you.

Months passed, and you were as big as a planet. You looked bigger than you anticipated; but then again, Dr. Kang did say you were having twins. Two babies growing inside your body simultaneously was quite an experience and took quite the toll on you, both mentally and physically. You didn't quite enjoy the extra weight, and the swollen ankles were annoying. On the bright side, your lovers couldn't get enough of pampering you, feeding, bathing, and even massaging you. Jaehyun especially would insist upon touching and rubbing your body as much as he could. He just adored rubbing his palms across your big stomach whenever he got the chance. Johnny also grew much more protective in your later trimester and fussed non stop.

You were at a checkup with both of your partners when Dr Kang confirmed that you were having a boy and a girl. To say all three of you were surprised would be an understatement, and the sudden surge of joy was immeasurable. After an hour of listening to the heartbeat of your children and another round of thorough questioning from both Jaehyun and Johnny, Dr. Kang smiled warmly.

"Do the three of you want to know the paternity now?" Dr. Kang asked.

"Is that possible?" you asked, your question laced with equal amounts of concern and surprise. You wondered if there were any machines to figure out such things.

She nodded once. "It's easy." Dr. Kang jotted notes down on her chart before getting up to prepare for another blood draw. When the doctor had finished administering it, she had drawn enough samples from both Johnny and Jaehyun and ran tests quickly for each of you, so it was not long before a full report had appeared in her hand. 

"Oh, this is a surprise," Dr. Kang muttered as she scanned the details with her eyes.

"A good one? A bad one?" Your heart thudded rapidly. This was the moment of truth for everyone.

"No," she looked up, grinning widely. "Very good one, I should say. Both men are fathers."

"Are you serious?" Johnny stuttered, shocked at the reveal. He swallowed hard. He wasn't expecting this result.

"Does that mean-"

Dr Kang cut Jaehyun off, "Yes," her smile broadened. "Both of you, biological fathers."

"How the..." Johnny's voice trailed off, not understanding the entire situation.

"Female bodies are incredibly mysterious when creating new life," Dr. Kang said as she shrugged her shoulders. "It's rare, but not impossible, for you to release two eggs in the process, rather than a single one as  is usually the case. And because you had sex with two men at the same time, which, by the way, is incredibly irresponsible of you given your delicate condition," Dr. Kang glanced briefly at each person individually before finishing her explanation, "both eggs were fertilized and are developing successfully. Congratulations." She chuckled before scribbling some last-minute notes onto the paperwork attached to the file.

"You both are going to be the best dads in the world," you turned and beamed brightly. "Now whose baby is whose, I want that to be a surprise."

"I bet the baby girl is mine," Johnny wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

"Nah, the son will be yours," Jaehyun insisted strongly.

"Good god," you shook your head, Dr. Kang laughing at the banter.

"Thank you for giving me a family," Johnny whispered tenderly, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on top of your shoulder.

"Thank you," Jaehyun echoed on the other side of you. "I have never met anyone as beautiful, loving and amazing as you are. Our family wouldn't have existed if you hadn't allowed us the honor of sharing your life."

"Both of you are gonna make me cry," you huffed out with a smile. "I love both of you, equally. Forever and always," you murmured before kissing both Johnny's and Jaehyun's cheeks, tears brimming against the rims of your eyes as they looked at you with such unconditional, endless love and devotion. "Thank you for being my miracle workers."

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Okay hear me out…

Jade west x sunshine reader for their first Valentine’s Day together. Jade wants to go all out for r, but she slightly over does it, but r doesn’t care, she’s just to mesmerized that Jade went out of her way to do this for her and in return, she gets Jade a pair or gold scissors. Maybe some scissoring after😏. Anygays…

Lots of love,

~🌱

Dinner First

|| Jade West x fem!sunshine!reader

|| Warnings; hinted at smut at the end if you read between the lines, Jade rushing to plan a perfect Valentines Day, Jade and Tori drama, Cat being Cat, brief swearing, Jade threatens Tori

|| Summary; when Valentines Day rolls around, Jade feels under prepared. Somehow... she managed to pull it off.

Requests open!

Started; February 19th

Finished; February 19th

Note; ANYGAYS loll i love that 😭🙏

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Valentines Day.

The one day a year where Jade had the excuse to go all out. She wasn't much for love gestures, but she'd make the exception today. For you.

Only problem... because she doesn't do stuff like this a lot, she wasn't even sure what to do for you. Tori, annoyingly, insisted on helping her.

"Oh! Oh! What if you took her to that new sushi place?" Tori suggested, Jade rolled her eyes. She had been thinking about doing that, but since Tori suggested it... she wasn't going to do it.

"Lame and basic, next," Jade sat on the stairs in the main school hallway, Cat next to her and Tori standing. Cat's eyes lit up and she raised her hand, Jade gave her a questioning look but when Cat didn't speak up she sighed," yes, Cat?"

"I just wanted to see how long I could hold my arm up, look it's still going!" Cat giggled. The other two girls shared a look of equal confusion.

"Ugh, why does this have to be so difficult?" She didn't think it would be this hard to figure out something you would like. You liked everything. That's just how you were, stupidly happy and lover of everything. But Jade wanted this day to be perfect for you. Something with some thought put behind it, something more than just a simple table reservation.

"There you are!" Jade froze when she heard your voice. Damn it, she still needed a little more time to plan things. She felt your arms wrap around her from behind and your lips on the side of her head," I got you something."

Oh no. You already had stuff together.

You placed a box into Jade's lap," what'd you get me?"

You laughed at that and shook your head, tapping the red box," I'm not giving any hints."

She rolled her eyes at that, but opened the gift. You'd gotten her... golden scissors? Now she really felt empty handed," oh my God! These are so cool." Jade took them out with a smirk, Tori instinctively took a step back.

"Those look... sharp. What'd you get Y/N, Jade?" Leave it to Tori to put Jade in an annoying situation. Jade shot her a glare before looking at you, quickly coming up with something in her head.

"Your gifts come later, you're gonna love them," she felt bad lying, especially after you looked so happy. Luckily, she was saved by the bell and the fact that you guys had different classes.

"I can't wait!!" You gave her a quick kiss and skipped off.

Jade glared at Tori again," I'm gonna kill you."

"No, you won't!" Tori teased, but didn't calculate that Jade would chase her to their drama class.

Cat was still on the stairs, holding up her arm," I'm still going, guys!!"

By some absolute miracle, Jade managed to pull things together pretty damn well. With some extra help.

She may not have gotten a reservation, but Tori let her turn her house into a temporary fancy restaurant. Having decorated the space in roses, rose petals, candles, all the classic romantic valentines day stuff.

"Wow. It looks like Cupid threw up in your living room," Jade commented, looking at the setup with folded arms.

"Is that... good?" Tori was a little confused, especially when Jade didn't acknowledge her question.

When you knocked on the door, her eyes widened," everyone OUT!"

They didn't need to be told twice. Especially when it came to Jade. The crew bolted for Tori's back door, hurrying out. Jade sighed, she hated having to use Tori's place but it was a better option than her own house.

Taking a breath, she grabbed the bundle of flowers and chocolate she had left by the door. Jade opened the door for you, being met immediately with a hug and a kiss from you.

"I'm so excited," you were practically vibrating, to which she couldn't help but laugh and rest her free hand on your shoulder.

"I can see that. Here," Jade handed you the flowers and chocolates and your cheeks flushed. She managed to get you your favourite chocolate, proving to you that she does pay attention.

"Thank you.. you look stunning," you'd just realized the dress that Jade had on and it could only be described as perfect. She looked absolutely gorgeous and you had a hard time keeping your thoughts together. Dinner first.

"That's supposed to be my line," she admired your outfit. Wondering how in the hell she managed to get so fucking lucky. You were just... wow. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes to yours.

You laughed and smiled, taking Jade's hand as she led you into Tori's house. Everything was decked out. You were beyond mesmerized by the amount of work Jade clearly put into this. Thinking she must have planned this weeks in advance. It was perfect.

Noticing how quiet you'd gotten worried Jade. A quiet you was a rare thing. She glanced back at you just as she pulled your chair from the table," it isn't too much, is it?"

"No- no no no- God, no!" You said quickly, seeing the look of embarrassment taking over on your girlfriend," it's absolutely... amazing. I love it. I love you."

Jade relaxed and pulled you in for a kiss, to which you happily responded. Setting your flowers and chocolates to the table," I love you, too." Jade murmured against your lips.

She made sure to give you a Valentines Day you definitely wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. The whole night was incredible in more ways than one...

[filmbyjy]

hi hi hi !! I read your jaywon poly relationship drabble and it was so cute!!! I was wondering if you could maybe do a jayke one if you haven't already? (no rush!!)

-🩷

💬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐤𝐞?

𓂃🖊 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

it all started when you and jay had met when you were younger. it was the typical, two families being friends and hence their kids are friends. you were very well acquainted with jay. he knew practically everything about you and watched you grow up.

you both often stayed over at each other's houses whenever anyone of your parents couldn't take care for the day. in a way, the both of you were kinda like siblings but neither of you thought of each other as siblings.

"he's my best friend!"

"she's my best friend!"

the duo that everyone in school envied. everyone at one point thought you two were dating. at one point in time of course because that's how close you two were. since you two knew each other that long, you knew about jay's passion.

"you should become an idol."

"i'm not sure about that. i mean, i can't dance or sing."

"you can always start somewhere. how about this, you and i? dance classes together?"

which was how it went down. eventually, jay gets street casted. you were extremely happy for him. texting him whenever he could read it and making sure to keep the friendship alive. however, it was hard. he had to enter a huge survival show and he was cut off from being able to really communicate on the phone.

you could only manage to talk to him for about 5 minutes and only if they were able to call their parents. it was sad. you were only able to watch your best friend through a screen. the way his happiness was in a way slowing tearing down due to the stress of missions.

there was also always a positive side to this. you were watching your best friend slowly win against other trainees. beating them in some of the missions and you were proud.

"did you watch the episode?"

"mhm, i saw that you did really well."

"thanks."

"i also saw that jake was also doing extremely well."

there was a slight groan from the other side of the call.

"enough with jake, angel. you're on a call with me and we haven't seen each other in months."

"not my fault jake is good looking."

"am i not good looking."

"jay, i've told you countless of times. you're soooo good looking." he chuckles.

"means a lot to me, angel. i really miss you."

"i miss you too."

you two in fact were not dating by this time. why? simply because the both of you were too afraid to ruin whatever you had. jay had confided jake about everything that happened between the both of you. he even showed photos of you to him. jake thought you were mesmerizing. however, this was a complete break of the bro code. how could he start to have feelings for you when jay already had feelings for you.

which was why jake hid it. he can't let jay know. it would be crazy. jay however, found out quite quickly. jake acted out of his own comfort zone. jay wasn't mad in fact he knew it was crazy but he devised a plan. a plan to let you choose. to have two boyfriends or just one. he was crazy but both jay and jake were crazy for you.

"you two what?" you say as jay blurts it out on the call.

"well, since we're both in the final line up. i think we both deserve a prize. we both like you." jay says.

"you two like me." you say whilst looking between the both of them on facetime.

"mhm. look, you don't have to choose one. you can choose to like us both and we promise to love you a lot." jake says.

"won't it be weird?"

"not at all. me and jake have already talked about it. the possibilities and everything else." jay explains.

"you two are insane but i like insane."

which was exactly how you ended up with two boys

𓂃🖊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

lord. they are the best boyfriends ever

since they are rich. i'd like to assume they'd both bring you to a fancy restaurant once in a while for a special occasion.

jay: he's more of a laid back + stereotypical date vibes. example, like beach dates or picnic dates

jake: definitely more of the spontaneous but not too spontaneous as he is afraid of heights and scary things in general

i do think the both of them would love picnic dates

imagine jay pulling out a wine glass and the sandwich he made while jake brings out some ramen that he made

that's haven

for fancier dates, i'd like to imagine them both in suits and them asking you to wear a nice dress they both bought for you🥲

𓂃🖊 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?

i solely believe that jay is quite the cuddly one. he's like a baby in a way. he may seem like he's playing it off and being cool and shit

but really, he's a soft baby (i might cry thinking about it)

jake...i used to believe he wouldn't keep his hands off you but i'm starting to believe that he gives off the 'husband who just came home from work'. that vibes

you don't know what that means? well, it essentially just means he is like a husband who respects your space and makes sure you're okay

he leaves the affection to jay because you two have been friends for a very long time hence he believes you're more comfortable with jay

put them together and i'd like to imagine jake just watching jay giving kisses and you just giggling and fighting your way out of his grasp

you'd run to jake and he would your forehead

god, that's so cute

𓂃🖊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

since they shared a room before, you didn't have any problems. just climb into either one of their beds or 'force' them to share the beds together with you.

however, now that they live on different floors you'd have to choose time and time which floor to crash on.

jay likes to spoon you from the back as you sleep. his arms wrapping around your waist as you're asleep

jake likes to hold you close. letting you to hug him while you sleep because he wants to keep you close and protected.

when it comes to sleeping together in one bed, you have to pray the bed is a king size bc how are you going to fit in bed with two grown men.

i feel like if you're also in the same bed as them, it would be like jay spooning you from the back and jake hugging you from the front

most efficient way to honestly sleep together with them

they also don't mind because jay would maybe wake up first and make breakfast while you and jake just sleep in

𓂃🖊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜?

don't get me started, i feel like i could talk about jay and jake's love languages all day long but i wouldn't want to bore you guys

jay is the definition of husband. he cooks, he cleans (for you and not jake bc jake should do it by himself. jk, our jay is a sweetie)

he is the type to just kiss you before he leaves work and then come back home to wrap his arms around your waist in a back hug after coming home (LORD SAVE ME)

i do believe jay is an acts of service man. like that man will do things for you without a word. of course, words of affirmation. he always does that. he has such a sexy brain and i want to kiss him for that

now jake, he is boyfriend coded. no wait, like you know the vibes of childhood best friends to lovers typa thing? yeah that type of affection

please tell me some of you guys play love and deepspace. jake is so caleb coded. good lord, someone please make an au of jake as caleb PLEASE

jake protects and attacks. he will always kiss your forehead. i wanna cry thinking about that.

okay, okay. jake's love languages. definitely physical affection. he has his arm around you any chance he can. i'd say quality time, he loves to see you too. those two are the biggest love language that i feel like jake would probably be.

overall though, i feel like when it comes to the both of them they'd probably also give gifts. like imagine them coming back from a tour spot, they'd probably buy something for you.

then maybe go out with you to some fancy restaurant to eat bc let's face it. you have the two most richest members of enha as your boyfriend.

(jay is definitely a spender whilst jake is probably stopping him from buying you things to spoil you)

"i'm buying this for her. love, put it on now and then show me how hot you look in it." - jay probably

"it's $100, you're spoiling her too much. she already has the same dress in a different colour. she doesn't need one more." - jake

𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

please sedate me. i want jayke to be both my boyfriends. PLEASE. i give it a 1000/10 FOR BEING BOYFRIENDABLE

a/n: i'm actually appalled by myself. 2 whole years of this ask being in the dungeon💔💔 you're free now my child😭 this was also in a way, just slightly self-indulge bc well you see i like jay and jake.

©️filmbyjy | 2025

[sippy--sippy]

wedding date (miya atsumu x reader)

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summary: you meet atsumu at your friend's wedding and steamy shenanigans ensue CW: smut, car sex word count: 9,774 A/N: if you know me in real life do not read this oh my goooooooood i can't have people knowing i write smut. ya’ll this is almost 10k words LOL this holds the record for the longest one-shot i’ve ever written. this idea came to me because i went to like 5 weddings last year and none of them were my own so i'm getting desperate. enjoyyyyy! !! MINORS DNI !! also, reader is written as AFAB and wears a dress

One would think you’d be more excited to see the cumulation of hours and hours of hard work come to a head once your best friend’s wedding came around. Working closely with the bride-to-be (Kumi) and the maid of honor (her sister), it took months to plan your best friend’s perfect fairytale wedding. Tiring, grueling nights of research, long phone calls, nonrefundable deposits and arguing had finally paid off.

Kumi had found the most beautiful countryside venue for her ceremony. The venue was surrounded by lush forest, spattered with cherry blossom trees that were thankfully in bloom at this time in April, giving the area an ethereal feeling. Rows of white chairs lined the grass, an aisle nestled between the rows that was dusted with white rose petals and cherry blossoms, leading to an elaborate archway decorated with drapes of tulle, ribbons and flowers.

Wedding guests were already in their seats, talking reverently amongst themselves as they awaited the wedding processional, soft romantic music filling the background. You couldn't have asked for better weather either. It was a sunny, clear skied day and since it was April, it wasn’t stiflingly hot.

So why weren’t you giddy with happiness? 

Because you were nervous. 

You wanted this to be the most perfect day for your friend, one that she’ll cherish forever. What if something went horribly wrong? What if someone in the procession tripped? What if the caterers for the luncheon give everyone food poisoning? What if someone breaks their ankle on the dancefloor?

A million possibilities ran through your mind of what could possibly go wrong during the next couple hours but the procession was actually the part you were most worried about. Usually, there would be some sort of practice rehearsal the day before to make sure everyone knew what order to walk out in, how to timely do so, and to make sure everyone knew where to stand. Unfortunately, a rehearsal wasn’t done due to half of the procession still traveling from Tokyo the day before and not making it into town until late that night so no one was able to practice.

Behind a remodeled rustic barn that served as the inside portion of the venue and out of sight from all the guests, everyone was scrambling to get in the proper order to walk out. The officiant was going to walk out first so he could take his spot under the archway. Next in line was the groom who, besides the utter chaos around him, looked as cool as a cucumber.

Due to living a pretty large distance away from each other, you didn’t have the chance to get to know Kumi’s boyfriend, fiance and now almost-husband very well. From what you have learned though, was that Kita Shinsuke was the calmest, sweetest and most brutally honest person you had ever had the chance of meeting. While you were almost scared to talk to him at times, you could see how your friend had fallen head over heels for him. He was so gentle and soft spoken, especially to her. She was going to have the most peaceful life with him.

He looked very sharp with his tailored light grey 3-piece suit and his dainty baby pink bowtie. His hair wasn’t styled much different than what it usually looked like. If anything it looked just the slightest bit wind-swept with the small breeze that blew through the air. How he managed to look so nonchalant at a pivotal moment of his life like this, you had no clue. 

Following him was Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mother who were going to walk down the aisle together, both dressed in cream dresses. At the tail end of the party, Kita’s little nephew and Kumi’s niece acted as the ring bearer and flower girl. Behind them, hidden from Kita’s view just inside the barn, Kumi was waiting to emerge with her older brother who was going to walk her down the aisle, as her father had passed away years ago.

Sandwiched right in the middle of the party were the groomsmen and bridesmaids which is where the real issue lay. Since no one was able to practice the procession, none of you knew who you were supposed to be walking down the aisle with and it didn’t help that Kita had asked practically his entire high school volleyball team to be his groomsmen. Luckily, your friend had picked just as many bridesmaids so there were even numbers but there were 10 different couples. 20 bridesmaids and groomsmen in total. Which was absolute lunacy in your personal opinion. 

The maid of honor was whisper-shouting the names of each couple that were supposed to walk down the aisle together. She was paired with Kita’s best man, a tall dark-skinned man named Aran Ojiro. As she went down the list, each bridesmaid and groomsman scrambled to find each other and get in the procession line. She called a couple names before she finally called yours. 

“(L/n) (Y/n) and Miya Atsumu.”

You were briefly surprised when she called your partner’s name because she had already called another Miya to partner up with a different bridesmaid. He was tall and handsome, dark brown hair swooped to the right, looking casual but put together at the same time. Were the two related? You didn’t have to think for long as a warm body sidled up to you.

Definitely twins, was your first thought. They looked eerily similar, especially since they were wearing the same outfit. All of the groomsmen wore a white button down shirt with a light gray suit vest and slacks, all tied together with a baby pink tie. This twin however, had blonde hair that was styled to gently swoop to the left and he seemed to be slightly broader than his brother.

Extremely handsome, nonetheless. Almost unnervingly so. 

He looked down at you with a casual smile and flashed a perfect set of pearly white teeth. “Are you (L/n) (Y/n)?”

You suddenly felt very self conscious about the way you looked. How were you supposed to walk down the aisle on the arm of a man that looked like- well- that? The pink dress you wore to match all of the other bridesmaids felt too hot and restricted. You were suddenly worried you were going to sweat through your dress. Did your hair look alright? Was your makeup smeared?

Realizing you had just been staring at him, all you managed to squeak out was a pathetic “Yes”.

He probably noticed your raging blush underneath the heavy layer of makeup covering your cheeks but he didn’t say anything about it, instead choosing to lead you over to the procession line to stand behind his twin and the bridesmaid he was linking arms with. 

Atsumu held out his ridiculously strong looking arm to you and you hesitantly looped your hand into the crook of his elbow. You could feel the bulge of his bicep beneath his shirt and you felt yourself getting woozy. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the sudden temperature spike, how painstakingly gorgeous the man who stood next to you was, the nerves or a combination of all of it.

You didn’t realize that you were shaking until Atsumu dipped his head down to look at you in concern. “Are y’ alright? Yer tremblin’.”

He had the same Kansai accent that Kita had. You couldn’t deny that it fit him beautifully. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just nervous I guess.”

Atsumu huffed in amusement and nudged your ribs with the elbow you held onto. “What for? Yer not the one gettin’ married.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding onto his elbow, the hand that held a small bouquet of pale pink and white flowers, you very delicately tapped his chest in retort. You couldn’t smack him as hard as you wanted to, in lieu of destroying the fragile bouquet. “I know that! I just- I don’t know. I want this to go as smoothly as possible. Kumi and Kita deserve the most perfect wedding and what if I trip over these stupid heels walking down the aisle or something.”

You shifted on your feet to prove your point, your heeled feet squishing into soft grass you stood on. Atsumu looked down to watch you squirm in place, then surprised you by lifting his free hand up to pat your hand that rested on his arm.

“I’ll catch you if y’ fall. Or fall with you, so yer not as embarrassed if yer really that worried ‘bout it. We can humiliate ourselves together..”

You looked up at him with a raised brow. He’d do that for you? You couldn’t deny it made your heart race that this attractive man that you’d met not two minutes ago would go to such lengths to calm your nerves, even if that meant embarrassing himself. You gave him a genuine smile this time, squeezing the soft muscle of his arm.

“Thank you for the offer, that’s very sweet of you. Let’s just both agree to not fall for the next 20 minutes and save our humiliating moves for the dancing later tonight.”

Atsumu smiled at that idea and straightened up. “Save me a dance?”

Butterflies exploded in your stomach and suddenly you weren’t so worried about the ceremony anymore, instead looking forward to the night to come. “Absolutely.”

A venue employee motioned for the start of the processional to begin and the officiator made his way out from behind the barn to start down the aisle, followed a handful of slow seconds later by Kita who’d take his place next to him. Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mom followed after and then next were the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Atsumu and yourself were 6th in line so it took a while before it was your turn. Once Atsumu’s twin made his way out, a couple of seconds passed before the two of you started your walk.

Instead of keeping his free hand down by his side like all the groomsmen before you had, Atsumu kept his free hand resting over yours that sat nestled in his arm. You realized he was doing it to help keep you steady if you needed it. If your legs weren’t wobbly before, they certainly were now.

The slow walk down the aisle felt ages long but probably took about 30 seconds tops. It was terrifying having all the attendees watching you walk down the aisle but you kept your cool and kept a soft smile on your face. You couldn’t see it, but Atsumu was cheesing the whole time. He loved weddings, especially when he got to walk down the aisle with a pretty bridesmaid.

Once the both of you reached the end of the aisle, Atsumu gently let go of your hand and you hesitantly let go of his arm to join the line of bridesmaids. You couldn’t help but look at him before you parted. Everyone was focused on the couples behind you anyway so no one was paying attention to you two at the moment. Atsumu gave you a sly smile and a wink before turning to take his place in the line, not before giving a nod to Kita who gave him a rare gentle smile.

The rest of the ceremony went swimmingly. Kumi looked so beautiful walking down the aisle with her brother. The ever stoic Kita had tears in his eyes the second she came into view, and his voice even wobbled as they exchanged vows. You were embarrassed to admit that half the time the officiator was talking, you weren’t watching the happy couple, instead focusing on the line of groomsmen behind Kita. 

Atsumu had a sort of magnetism to him you couldn’t deny. He seemed to be having the same problem as you because you made eye contact on multiple occasions and his smile broadened each time. The ceremony flew by and Kita and Kumi officially became husband and wife with a sweet kiss, prompting cheers from all the attendees.

The newlyweds made their way back up the aisle, smiling and holding hands while being showered in white flower petals. The bridesmaids and groomsmen then linked back up with their assigned partners to follow them once they were through. While most linked arms again, Atsumu surprised you by interlocking your fingers and tugging you down the aisle with him in giddy happiness. His energy was contagious and you were laughing right along with him through the white petals.

Once the exciting energy of the ceremony wound down, it was time for pictures which took an awful long time. There were a large variety of shots. Large family pictures, pictures of just parents/grandparents, Kumi and all the bridesmaids, the groomsmen tossing a rather hesitant Kita into the air, etc. There was only one picture where you were placed next to Atsumu (to your disappointment) but when he put his hand on the small of your back while everyone smiled at the camera, you decided you wouldn’t complain.

The luncheon followed next, which you helped oversee to make sure everything was running smoothly. By the time it was time to actually sit down and eat, all the circular tables towards the front of the room where the other bridesmaids and groomsmen were sitting by the head table had been filled from what you could see. You were about to find an extra seat at one of the emptier far tables but before you could, Atsumu waved you over to his table where a seat next to him was being saved. You thanked him profusely and sat down just as Kumi’s sister gave her maid of honor speech, followed by Kumi and Kita giving their own speeches. You couldn’t help but tear up as they spoke, their adoration for each other very apparent. 

While they spoke, caterers brought plates of food around to the tables. The main course consisted of salmon smoked to perfection with a side of rice straight from the family farm Kita owned and operated. Along with a couple other sides, cups of sake were passed around to those who wanted it. 

It wasn’t until the tail end of Kita’s speech when you noticed Atsumu had draped his arm over the back of your chair. Your bare shoulders could feel the heat of him through his white shirt.

Once speeches had wrapped up, everyone dug into their food and started casual conversation. Most of the people around the table were groomsmen, and you quickly learned all about their high school volleyball days and learned that almost all of them, including Atsumu to your absolute pleasure, still played professionally. Atsumu’s twin, Osamu you learned, was happy to tell you all about it.

“‘Tsumu’s both the most popular and most hated volleyball player in all of Japan. He’s talented, sure, but his PR skills are absolute garbage. This scrub gets cancelled on Twitter at least once a month. You’d think with as big of a head as he’s got, he’d have a bigger brain and NOT get into a fight with some 12 year old kid who said Kageyama’s a better setter than ‘Tsumu will ever be.”

Everyone at the table laughed, yourself included. Atsumu growled and tried to punch Osamu, who ducked out of the way. They scuffled for a little bit as you got to know the other people at the table. Aran and Suna were fun to talk to, both of them professional volleyball players as well. Aran was one of the strongest players in Japan which you were very interested in learning about, and Suna had the most social media followers of any professional volleyball player in the whole world. 

They asked a lot of questions about you too, which got Atsumu’s attention enough to finally stop fighting Osamu. You told them about your career in Tokyo and the simple life you were leading. Nothing compared to theirs, you assured them, which they disagreed with you on. 

The rest of the luncheon was filled with pleasant conversation and laughter. Before you knew it, the caterers came around to clear the tables and it was announced that there would be a break until the reception started so the guests could go do as they pleased. There were still a couple hours until the reception and none of you knew the location well enough to leave the venue to explore so everyone stayed and lounged around. 

You got up and took some time to make sure everything was in order for the dance portion of the reception and songs were queued in the right order. The cake was your next target, making sure it was ready for the cutting. After checking a couple other odds and ends, you made your way back to the table where the conversation had fizzled out. A couple of the men were on their phones, Osamu seemed to be sleeping with his head on the table, and Atsumu was just looking around the venue at all the lights and decor. When you slid back into your chair, he smiled and straightened up, angling his body towards yours.

He led you into a conversation about your life, and you asked questions about him, very interested in his blossoming career as a national league setter. As you spoke, you didn’t notice his arm moving beneath the tablecloth until you felt his fingers brush your thigh. Your dress was on the longer side, so he wasn’t able to reach any skin but that didn’t stop him from flattening out his large palm over the fabric. Your words caught in your mouth as you looked at him in surprise. His head was propped up on his other hand, and he didn’t look the least bit guilty as his pointer finger started to twirl in lazy circles.

His hand wasn’t unwelcome, you realized very quickly, and you enjoyed the feel of his warm fingers running over your thigh. The tablecloth covered your legs and his hand so you didn’t worry about people seeing, but it was still risky. You were thankful for your longer dress because if he had any access to more of your legs, you were sure he’d be exploring and you doubted you’d be able to keep any noises or reactions you made very discreet.

His hand stayed on your thigh for a quite while and you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you looked at the clock. The reception was set to start in half an hour and you needed to make sure the caterer’s were getting the refreshments in order.

Grabbing Atsumu’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, you deposited it into his own lap and excused yourself. You stood up and wandered back into the kitchen to talk to the manager of the catering business, talking lightheartedly with him and praising him and his team on his work. The refreshments looked amazing, a blend of sweet and savory dishes spread across trays to bring out once the reception guests started to arrive. Thanking them for all their hard work, you left the kitchen but you didn’t get very far because someone grabbed your arm and yanked you behind a stack of crates and refrigerated boxes brought by the caterers. It was secluded from sight, but you wouldn’t be hard to spot if one of the workers came looking for a stack of extra cups.

Atsumu smiled down at you as you stared at him in surprise. In his hands was a plate stacked with pastries from the kitchen. Your mouth watered at the sight, but you couldn’t help but scold him first.

“How did you get those? We’re not supposed to eat these until the reception starts,” you whispered. Even so, you grabbed one and stuck half of it in your mouth anyway, almost moaning at how good it was.

Atsumu quietly laughed and ate one of his own. “I grabbed some while you were distractin’ the workers. I haven’t had sugar all day so I grabbed a couple. I figured they won’t notice a couple missin’. Thought you’d want a taste too.”

As he finished his sentence, he held your stare as he licked a dash of the cloudy frosting off his thumb. He knew what he was doing, making sure to take his time as his tongue flattened over the tip of his finger to get every drop. God yes, you wanted a taste.

Gulping, you shoved the rest of the pastry in your mouth in haste, trying to push the sinful thoughts aside. This was not the place, nor the time (as much as you wished it was). Dusting your fingers of crumbs, you licked your teeth to make sure there wasn’t any pastry residue stuck there. Atsumu gazed at you the whole time, hands gripping the plate, staring at your mouth. 

“W-We should… get back to our table-”

Atsumu’s restraint snapped it seemed, surging forward to pull you into a fierce kiss. He dropped the plate of pastries on to the nearest box and used his now free hand to cradle the back of your neck. You were surprised, but melted into the kiss shortly after. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, right? 

You draped your arms over his neck as he guided you back to rest against a stack of boxes. The hand that didn’t hold your neck slid down your side and hooked underneath your thigh, pulling it up to hook around his leg as high as your dress would offer. His hand kneaded the flesh behind your knee as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue making an appearance to swipe across your lips, probably gathering up a trail of powdered sugar left there from the pastry. 

You were on cloud 9, eyes fluttering as you happily let his tongue dance with yours. Atsumu let out a soft grunt as one of your hands slid into his hair, grasping at the blonde strands. As much as you wanted this to continue, in the back of your mind you knew you couldn't go further than this. Hoards of people were due to start showing up any minute for the reception, and you’d be found for sure. 

Relishing in a couple more pushes of his lips against yours, you pressed your hands to his cheeks and pulled his face away. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you in hazy, lust-filled confusion, a hum of question rising from his throat as you squished his cheeks together.

“We can’t do this here. Someone’s gonna catch us and we need to get ready for the reception.” As you spoke, you stared at his lips, both because you wanted to kiss him again and because the dark lip tint covering your lips was smeared across his mouth.

Laughing lightly, you ran your thumb over his lips, picking up the color as you went. His eyes softened at your laugh and he stood still as you worked, hand dropping your leg so he could instead rest his hands on your hips. 

“Are ya sure? We can make it quick, I promise. I’ll be real quiet, baby,” he whispered.

You shook your head and pushed his chest so he’d back up. He holds tightly to your sides as you adjust your dress back down your legs and fan your face to try to make your flaming blush go away. Atsumu hesitantly let you go as you started to herd him out from behind the boxes as nonchalantly as possible, holding the plate of pastries in one hand. 

New guests were starting to show up and join the greeting line to say congratulations to the happy couple, leaving piles of gifts at the front entrance. Atsumu had a pep in his step as the two of you neared your table, pulling out your chair for you which you embarrassingly thanked him for, shrinking under the curious gaze of everyone else. Osamu was particularly curious, raising a brow as Atsumu plopped into his chair with a sly grin. You busied yourself with watching the sea of people, smiling as they praised Kita and Kumi on their wedding and gorgeous reception. 

Atsumu and yourself ease back into the table’s conversation to wait for the greeting line to disperse. Atsumu’s hand found its way to your thigh again, this time brushing higher than it did before. You nearly jumped out of your seat when he forced his digits against the strain of your dress to drag over the crotch of your panties. You snatched his hand away as discreetly as you could, choosing to interlock your fingers with his instead, holding his hand in your lap. Atsumu seemed fine with this change and relaxed against his chair to tune back into Aran’s story of how he met his new girlfriend. 

By the time it was announced that it was time for the cake cutting, you were nearly asleep in your chair. It had been a long, eventful day and you were starting to feel the effects of it. Your eyes opened from their drooped state when Atsumu stood and pulled you up with him to gather around where the newlyweds were about to cut into their cake.

Smacking your cheeks to clear your head, you let him lead you to the crowd of people surrounding Kumi and Kita. Osamu clocked your intertwined hands immediately but didn’t say anything. Atsumu let you stand in front of him so you could peek through the bodies to watch, the heat of him grazing your spine as you watched the couple try their cake and laughed as Kumi smashed a bite into Kita��s surprised face. 

Once the cake had been wheeled away, it was time for the dancing. Everyone stood around the dance floor as Kumi danced with her brother, which brought a tear to your eye, and gentle Kita danced with his grandma which really made you cry. Then, Kita and Kumi danced together. They held each other close as they slowly danced, whispering to one another. It was a sweet moment, and you watched them with adoration, unaware of the gentle gaze Atsumu had on you, not the couple. 

As they finished their song, anyone who wanted could go out to join them for another slow song. You twisted your fingers together and watched a large handful of couples head to the dancefloor. A shock of electricity ran down your spine when a warm hand fully rested on your lower back and Atsumu pushed you forward. You had no time to decline, as he had already pulled you in front of the crowd so you’d look pathetic if you backed out now.

Gulping nervously, you shyly looked at him as he took your left hand into his right, bringing his other to rest on your lower back to tug you flush against him. Your free hand moved to rest hesitantly on the back of his shoulder when he started to sway to the soft music. You buried your face into the warm expanse of his chest to hide your blush and he brought his head down to rest against the side of yours. 

“Yer shakin’ again, beautiful,” he murmured into your ear.

Squeezing the hand that held yours, you murmured back a quiet “fuck you” which made his chest rumble with a low laugh. You didn’t say anything the rest of the dance, slowly relaxing into his hold which he noticed, pulling you impossibly closer. The end of the song came too soon and people started rushing the dance floor when a much more upbeat song came on. 

Before you had the chance to look at him, Atsumu was dragging you into the bouncing crowd, the beginnings of a mosh pit bubbling. You were swept into another dance with him, this one much more full of life. Deciding to just let go, you gave into his advances, swaying your hips and laughing loudly as the bass of the song shuddered through you. Atsumu laughed too, bouncing on his feet to the beat. The rest of your table came to dance around you, some more energetic than others, but there nonetheless. 

The more songs that played, the looser everyone got. Even Kita was getting into it. Osamu found one of the bridesmaids to dance with, a little liquid courage from multiple cups of sake flowing through him. Aran wouldn’t dance with any other ladies, as he did have a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him from dancing with Suna who was surprisingly fluid as he danced. Atsumu focused all of his attention on you, save for the one time Suna started throwing it back, also a little drunk. Everyone’s attention was caught by that.

Besides that though, Atsumu kept close to you and got closer and closer as you danced. At one point, you helped him loosen his tie and threw it around his neck. Since everyone else was too preoccupied with dancing, and no one was going to even notice you doing it anyway, you pressed your ass against Atsumu’s slacks, hips moving in time with his to the beat. His breath was hot against your neck, large palms keeping your waist warm as you brought a hand up to scrape your nails over his dark undercut.

You could feel his excitement start to tent his light grey slacks against your backside. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you both had a silent but simple conversation.

You needed him and he needed you. Atsumu wasn’t ashamed to admit that if you kept grinding on him like that, he’d take you right here on the dance floor.

Showing some restraint and taking your hand tightly in his, Atsumu tugged you out of the sea of dancing bodies, an excited determination in his walk. As much as you wanted this to happen, there was only one problem.

“Atsumu, where are you planning on taking us? There’s nowhere private we can go in this building.”

He halted in his steps as he took in your words, realizing that you were right. There weren’t many rooms in this barn, save for the kitchen which was packed with caterers, the bathroom which had a constant flow of people trickling through, and the occasional storage closet which were too close to the reception to be able to sneak into without being easily spotted.

Drumming his fingers on his thigh, he looked around the venue in a desperate attempt to find some sort of secret alcove or something. Just when you thought that maybe it wasn’t meant to be, Atsumu perked up and grinned.

“I’ve got an idea.” He started tugging you along again back to the table the two of you had been sitting at all night. Letting go of your hand, he started rummaging through the pockets of the light jacket he had brought along with him that had been abandoned over the back of his chair all day. 

The muffled clacking of something in the jacket pocket gave away his idea as he pulled out a simple set of car keys. Flashing you a smile, which you eagerly returned, he snatched up your hand again to start walking out to the gravel parking lot that sat a couple hundred yards away from the venue. You tried to slow him down and make it less obvious to those around you what you were going to do but he seemed to be too excited to care.

The cool outside air was refreshing against your heated skin and the sky was gorgeous as the sun started to dip below the horizon. The parking lot was packed with cars, attendees constantly trickling in and out of the reception. Depending on where he was parked, the parking lot would be just as risky as using the bathroom inside. Luckily, he led you back to the far corner of the lot where a gorgeous white car sat. Your car knowledge was slim, so you didn’t know what type of car it was but you could tell it was expensive. It had very dark tinted windows as well, which was an extra bonus.

Atsumu had backed into his parking stall, a spot at the very end of the lot so no cars were parked behind him or on one side of him giving you both the perfect spot to hide away (unless the owner of the one car next to him showed up).

“Nice ride.” You joked as the both of you stopped by the driver’s side door. Atsumu chuckled as he fumbled his keys in his hands, trying to unlock the vehicle. 

“Thanks! ‘Samu says I got an expensive car to compensate for my ‘tiny dick’, but we’re twins, so he knows that’s not true. We had one too many naked fights in the locker room durin’ our volleyball days, so I know I’m packin’ just as much as he is. Front or back seat, gorgeous?”

You giggled as he finally got his car unlocked and opened the door for you to peer inside. As nice of a car as it was, you doubted Atsumu would be very comfortable in the back seat given his size. It was a pretty slim car. 

“Front. Wouldn’t want to squish you into the back seat.” You gave Atsumu a once over as he stood with an arm resting on the hood of the car. “Plus, I’d like to ride those thighs of yours.”

Atsumu had the goofiest smile. He looked like a kid in a candy store. “You’re readin’ my mind.”

You stood watch as Atsumu worked on getting his car ready, moving the driver's seat as far back as it could go and reclining it enough so it would be comfortable for him. He cracked open the two windows on the passenger side of the car, the side that faced the forest, so some fresh air would breeze through. Finally, he slid into the car and threw the keys into the passenger's seat. If you weren’t turned on already, the sight of him lounging in the seat, outfit rumpled from the dancing, tie slung around his neck and powerful legs spread just waiting for you to settle onto them would definitely do the trick. 

Kicking off your heels, you left them sitting on the gravel outside the car and made one more cautious look around before you bunched up your dress to your knees so you could get into the car with more ease. Atsumu looked at you like you were the most gorgeous person on the planet as you moved to straddle his lap, dress hiking up a little more to rest around your thighs. 

The second you closed the door behind you, Atsumu’s mouth was attacking yours, tongue instantly pushing past the seal of your lips to explore every inch of your mouth that he could reach. His large palms kneaded the flesh of your ass through the thin fabric of your dress, and you moved to frantically rake your fingers through his dark undercut. The flex of his powerful thighs underneath yours was driving you insane, cords of muscle dragging against your skin through his slacks. You were sure his slacks were a size or two too small, because you could feel every inch of him like he wasn’t even wearing pants. 

After a couple of breathless minutes, the two of you finally separated, a string of spit keeping your mouths connected. Just like earlier, your dark lip tint was smeared over Atsumu’s lips again. When he went in for another kiss, you pulled your head back which prompted a whine from Atsumu as he tried to chase your lips.

“The makeup ‘Tsumu, remember? It’s gotta last for at least one more hour.”

Atsumu pouted and grumbled out a “fine” before focusing his attention on your neck. While he started attacking the soft skin just underneath your jaw, you started unbuttoning his vest and shirt. The more of his torso you exposed, the wetter you felt your panties get. He was gorgeously tanned and toned. Once you had unbuttoned all the buttons you could reach, besides the few that were tucked into his slacks, your hands started exploring his smooth skin. His shoulders were gorgeously sculpted, the dips of his collarbone deep. Your hands splayed over his chest, fingers brushing over his nipples which pebbled at your attention. 

His chest heaved at your ministrations, groaning in pleasure. You felt him shift his hips up into you, member straining against his slacks as he dragged it against your clothed core. Tightening your legs around his thighs, Atsumu held your hips tightly against his as he ground against you, working your neck with his teeth. You keened as his bulge dragged over your sensitive clit, shuddering as Atsumu nibbled at your ear. 

Tired of waiting, you reached beneath you to fumble with his belt, tossing it into the passenger seat with his keys once you’re able to pull it free. You make quick work of the button on his slacks, tugging down the zipper and pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to bunch underneath his cock which stood at attention against his abdomen. 

Osamu was definitely wrong when he assumed Atsumu got a fancy car to compensate for a tiny dick, because it was anything but tiny. He wasn’t outrageously long, but he was thick. Thick enough that just the thought of him dragging inside of you had your eyes rolling back. 

WIth his cock now free, the friction between your panties and his member had Atsumu’s thighs quaking under you. He released one of his hands from the vice-grip it had on your hips to reach behind him and hold onto the head rest. 

“Hng- Christ, baby.” His voice was deep and scratchy, breathless as you rubbed your core against the underside of his dick, squeezing it between your body and his stomach. 

You mouthed at his throat which bobbed against your lips as he sat forward. Wrapping an arm around your back, he started digging through his center console. When he grunted in annoyance and leant forward even more to start shifting through his glove box, you nipped at his ear and huskily asked, “What’s wrong?”

Atsumu was pulling handfuls of objects out of the glove box and throwing them onto the floor in front of the passenger seat. “Shit- can’t find a condom.”

Dragging your tongue over the shell of his ear, you reached down and wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft. His cock twitched in your grip and his arm tightened around your back as he paused his searching.

“Are you clean?” you asked, slowly sliding your hand up over his velvety skin. All Atsumu could do was nod. “Then I don’t mind. I’m on birth control, but try to pull out if you can.”

Atsumu nodded again in agreement and leant back in his seat, watching with one of the most lustful gazes you had ever seen as you rose up on your knees to push your panties to the side, exposing your already drooling core to him. He gripped your thighs as you collected as much spit as you could in your mouth to spit onto your palm. Rubbing the liquid over his length as well as all of the pre-cum he’d already leaked, you gave him a couple pumps for good measure.

He tilted his head back to rest against the head-rest with a guttural groan as you positioned yourself over him, teasing his tip through your folds. With one hand guiding his length and the other gripping the shoulder of the seat, you sank slowly onto him. Both of you moaned in unison as he filled you surprisingly easily considering the lack of proper lubrication and the sheer size of him. 

You stopped with him half-way seated, gazing adoringly at his rosy cheeks and mussed hair. He looked back at you just as fondly. With a preparatory breath, you braced yourself on the seat and started to set a slow pace. Every thrust brought him a centimeter further into you as you adjusted to the stretch of him. He held your thighs in his hands, letting you take control for the time being and enjoying the view. 

It took a minute of work before you were able to fully sheath him inside yourself. You threw your head back and gasped when you did, the stretch of him hurting so deliciously. It didn’t help that the hard teeth on the zipper of his slacks rubbed against your sensitive folds and the button would occasionally brush over your clit.

Atsumu was barely holding it together. Your core hugged him so tightly, warmly pulsing around his cock in such a way that he probably could’ve come right then and there. Something about you just fit him perfectly in a way no other partner of his ever had. 

Once you felt like you had adequately adjusted, your pace quickened. Bouncing up and down on him, he enjoyed the view of your covered breasts bouncing in sync. He leant forward to suck on the small sliver of breast that was visible above the neckline of your dress. You whined and scratched your nails over the back of his neck. 

After a couple minutes of this, he couldn’t take it anymore. Gripping your hips tightly, Atsumu took control and started bouncing you on him himself, hips thrusting up to meet you. The new angle had you seeing stars and you didn’t care about your makeup anymore, smashing your lips to his in a kiss that was messy and wet.

Every force of your hips into his had your clit rubbing against the hard metal of his slacks and the brush of pubic hair at the base of his cock. It gave you the friction you needed to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Atsumu wasn’t faring much better - his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his hold on your hips getting less and less controlled. 

You didn’t have much time to prepare before you came, yelling his name as you gripped his broad shoulders, your fluids covering Atsumu’s thrusting member. It seemed Atsumu didn’t have time to prepare either because he came suddenly with a groan and spilled his load into you, groaning your name.

Pumping yourself up and down a couple more times, this time much slower to ride you both down from your highs, you rested your forehead against his in utter bliss. Breath mingling, you slowed to a stop and sat there in silence, relishing in the stretch of him seated completely inside you, the warm feeling of his spend mingling with your own deep in your core. 

After a minute, you pulled your head back to look at him. His face was flushed, eyes drooped in satisfaction and chest heaving from the exertion. The two of you started laughing in euphoria and Atsumu peppered kisses over your shoulder. You slid your fingers through his unkempt hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“That was really something, ‘Tsumu.” You hummed, giggling as he wrapped his arms tightly around you to hold you to his chest. 

“Sure was. Sorry ‘bout not pulling out. I really was gonna try but you just do somethin’ to me I can’t explain. I didn’t expect to cum that fast.” His hands explored your back, fingers running lightly over the fabric. 

“It’s alright. I’m not complaining.”

He pulled back to give you that handsome goofy grin again before kissing you sweetly. You gave him a chaste kiss before pulling away and looking down at the mess you made. Luckily, most of the mess was still trapped inside you thanks to him but if you weren’t careful, it’d get all over his slacks once he pulled out.

“How should we do this? You can’t go back in with a giant cum stain on your pants.”

He hummed in thought, looking around his car. He didn’t have any rags or towels handy, but he did have a load of napkins that he threw onto the floor when looking for a condom. Holding you closely to him, Atsumu reached over to scoop up as many napkins as he could reach. The shift of him had you both groaning at the overstimulation. 

Gathering a handful of napkins, he held them under you as you slowly slid off of him, catching as much fluid as possible. You both hissed at the feeling of him leaving you. Thankfully, he was able to catch almost everything with the napkins, save for a few splatters that got on his expensive leather seats.

“Shit, sorry ‘Tsumu. I can help pay to have that cleaned.”

He shook his head immediately, cleaning himself off with the napkins and dropping them on the floor next to his seat. He worked on tucking his length back into his boxer briefs and slacks while you cleaned yourself as best you could, pulling your panties back into place and fixing your dress. Turning your head, you pulled down his sun visor and opened the mirror to get a better look at the state of your makeup.

It was mostly intact, save for your lip tint that was slightly smeared which was fixed with a little swipe of a napkin and your hair was easily tamed since Atsumu had avoided running his fingers through it. There were remnants of your lipstick covering your neck from where Atsumu had furiously attacked. Atsumu had his own stains on his neck from where you had been kissing him. You made eye contact with him through the mirror as he gazed at you with a smirk. You huffed in amusement and cleaned up your neck, then turned to clean up his. 

He didn’t take his eyes off you as you did, watching you carefully wipe the smears off his skin. You wiped his mouth last, taking your time as you watched him part his lips for you. Once you were done, you dropped the napkin on the floor with the rest and sighed at him longingly. If only you had more time. You’d let this man do whatever he wanted to you. Unfortunately, you had a wedding reception to get back to. 

“Well, thanks for the good time ‘Tsumu.”

He watched your face carefully and you noticed the ever so slight crease fold in his brow. “Yeah. O’course.”

The silence that followed was a bit awkward, so after a second, you moved to open the car door but he grabbed your hand before you could. “Wait.”

You turned back to him and raised a brow, deciding to busy yourself with buttoning up his shirt and vest. He suddenly seemed very shy, rubbing his fingers over the flesh of your waist in little circles. Finally he spoke.

“When are ya headed back to Tokyo?”

You stilled your fingers which were working on the last button of his shirt. “Tomorrow.”

He nodded and seemed to be deep in thought before drumming his fingers against you in nervousness. “I fly back tonight but… wouldya be interested in meetin’ up sometime? I don’t have much free time but I’ll find the time for ya.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the offer. “Like… a date?”

Atsumu’s cheeks turned a shade darker in the almost nearly setting sun as he grumbled, now looking at anything but you. “I mean, yeah? Unless you don’t want it to be, then it doesn’t have to be a date I guess. Could be a friendly hang out or somethin-”

You cut him off with a brief but strong peck. You didn’t want to risk getting more lipstick on him. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He perked up and squeezed your sides. “Really?”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes! Of course I would, you big airhead.”

The next couple seconds consisted of him raining kisses all over any part of you he could reach with you laughing and trying to push him away, begging him not to ruin your makeup. After losing the battle and cleaning lipstick off of him again, you finished buttoning up his vest and pulling your dress into place before you left the car.

You slid your heels back onto your aching feet while Atsumu refastened his belt and gathered up all the used napkins, making a mild sound of disgust at the large amounts of viscous fluid covering most of them that was getting all over his hand. Once his car was locked up, you both walked hand-in-hand back to the reception where it seemed no one even noticed the two of you had left.

After tossing the napkins into the nearest trash can, the both of you went to the bathroom to clean up any remaining mess before returning to the crowds. Plopping down at your table, the two of you gulped down multiple cups of water and started digging into the refreshments. Atsumu had consumed at least 3 onigiri and 2 little bowls of miso soup on his own before Osamu plopped down next to him, looking weathered from the dancing.

“Where have you two been? I lost track of ya like half an hour ago.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you focused on your bowl of miso soup, stirring the broth around with your spoon. Atsumu seemed to be much less embarrassed, chest puffing up in pride as he finished off his next onigiri. Osamu raised an eyebrow and studied the two of you before looking at Atsumu’s neck, where a very obvious hickey was starting to bloom and groaned in disgust.

“Jesus, y'all are nasty. Where the hell did ya find a place to jump each other’s bones around here, huh? Out on the grass? There are kids here.”

You covered your face in embarrassment as Atsumu angrily started defending the two of you. “O’course not, jackass! Do you really think so little of me? You really think I’d do that?”

Osamu instantly agreed that he would, in fact, probably do that. Atsumu grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook him around. “No! We did it in my car, thank you very much. And it was amazing. Have you ever done it in a car before, ‘Samu? Doubt it! No chick will ever want to go down on you if you keep cruising around in that beater of yours!”

The twins really started getting at it now, yelling at each other and rolling around on the ground, trying to get the last punch in. You tried to avert your eyes and pretend you didn’t know them. Kita, bless his heart, came up to separate the two who instantly fell to their knees to apologize for making a scene at his wedding. 

Atsumu came to you after, pouting about his brother and sporting a busted lip. You coddled him, helping clean the blood off his chin. Osamu gagged from his place at the table, now sitting next to you instead of Atsumu so they didn’t try to fight each other again. 

The rest of the night went smoothly. The dancing finally wrapped up and the send off was magical. The newlyweds ran through the line of guests who held sparklers above their heads, making for a magical exit into the night as the couple set off for their honeymoon. You had to stop Atsumu from starting Osamu’s hair on fire with his sparkler shortly after, taking both men’s sticks from them to put in a water bucket. 

All of Kita’s old volleyball friends stuck around to help clean up, helping put away the tables and chairs, and taking down the decorations. By the time it was over, you were wiped and ready to go back to your hotel room to sleep until noon. 

As you were loading up the last of the boxes into the trunk of your car, you felt someone come up behind you and ghost their hands over your stomach, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. You smiled as you closed the trunk, reaching a hand up to slide through Atsumu’s soft hair. He buried his face in your neck and the two of you stood there for a minute, savoring the warmth of each other in the brisk darkness. 

“I wrote my number down on a napkin and put it in yer purse. Call me when y’ get back to Tokyo tomorrow, ‘kay? Wanna make sure y’ get back safe and sound.” 

You smiled and turned to face him, running your fingers over the tie that still hung loosely around his neck. “I will. I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel so you have my number, and you text me when you make it back to Tokyo tonight too. Need to make sure my date makes it back in one piece.”

He smiled and nodded in agreement, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. 

A day you thought would be full of nerves and worry, had turned into one of the best nights of your life.

-

If you thought Kita and Kumi’s wedding was nerve wracking, it didn’t hold a candle to your OWN wedding. 

Pressed close to Osamu’s side, you waited anxiously as the wedding procession in front of you started their walk down the aisle. Since you had no living male blood relative that you wanted to walk you down the aisle, your now almost brother-in-law was immediately your first choice. He was surprised, of course, but said yes in a heartbeat. Atsumu’s twin had easily weaseled his way into your heart soon after you started dating Atsumu, as rocky and embarrassing as your first night meeting him was.

He gave you a free meal every time you visited Onigiri Miya, and charged Atsumu full price to make up the difference. He gave you the most embarrassing pictures of Atsumu in his phone to use for blackmail. He was the ring-leader in making sure everything was perfect the night Atsumu proposed to you, keeping a crowd of people at bay to make sure you and Atsumu were alone when he dropped to one knee in the middle of a large gorgeous bridge at the popular tourist site, the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. He got yelled at in many languages that day from the angry tourists who wanted to cross the bridge, but it was well worth it. Suna, who held off the swarm of people on the other side of the bridge, would agree.

Just like you had the day of Kumi and Kita’s wedding, you were trembling and clutched Osamu’s arm desperately. He looked down at you and smiled. 

“You’re ok, (Y/n). Everything is going smoothly. All you have to do today is make it down that aisle to ‘Tsumu and enjoy yourself for the rest of the night. We’ll take care of everything.”

You looked up at him with a teary smile at his words. With no siblings of your own, your relationship with Osamu meant the world to you. Standing on your tip-toes, you softly kissed his cheek. “Thanks, ‘Samu.”

It was finally your turn to walk down the aisle. With a deep breath, Osamu slowly started to lead you into the room packed with family and friends. It was a gorgeous building. High steepled ceilings, white and burnt orange flowers scattered over every surface available. Since it was mid December, an outside wedding was impossible with the cold but you couldn’t have picked a more perfect place to get married in. 

The actual place itself didn’t matter though, as much as the man who waited down the aisle did. Atsumu was dressed in a gorgeous black tux that was pressed to perfection with a sleek black tie to match. His hair was styled the same way it had the day you met him, brushed casually to the side. To your surprise, Atsumu was already crying.

Seeing you walk down the aisle in your beautiful dress, on the arm of his life-long best friend broke him down immediately. You couldn’t help but tear up yourself as Osamu brought you to him. Osamu softly gave your trembling hand to Atsumu, kissed your temple, and gave Atsumu a crushing hug before taking his place at the front of the line of groomsmen. Speaking of groomsmen, you noticed many of them were also already crying. 

Atsumu’s teammates were lined up next to him. Kita and Aran both had tears lining their eyes. Hinata and Bokuto, who you became fast friends with, were almost on the verge of full-on sobs. Suna wasn’t crying but had a smile on his face. Sakusa wasn’t crying either but didn’t seem as bored as he usually did. 

“You look so beautiful.” Atsumu blubbered out in a whisper as he moved to take both of your hands. Your wet eyes sparkled as you took in every inch of him.

“So do you,” you teased, which made him laugh. 

The rest of the ceremony both flew by and dragged on. You stumbled through your vows, trying to keep your tears at bay which proved mostly unsuccessful. Atsumu was in the same boat, barely able to make it through his own vows without choking up. 

By the time Atsumu dipped you into a fierce kiss, you were sure your makeup was already ruined from your tears. Everyone cheered loudly in joy. Osamu was hooting and hollering. Hinata and Bokuto finally succumbed to their emotions, crying hysterically. You were breathless by the time Atsumu brought you back to your feet, steadying you with his hands as you smiled widely at the crowd.

Interlocking your fingers, Atsumu led you back down the aisle through the shower of white confetti just like he had the day you met him. In fact, your photographer captured the moment almost in the exact same way that Kumi and Kita’s photographer had. You loved the photos so much, they were hanging up side-by-side in your and Atsumu’s house. 

In both pictures, the two of you were smiling more than you ever thought was possible, holding hands and looking at each other with such tenderness you could feel it through the photo. You didn’t really believe in love at first sight, but looking at the photos side-by-side, you realized the two of you had looked at each other that fateful day the same way you looked at each other on your wedding day.

[aziraphales-library]

I'm looking for something romantic, sweet, lots of fluffy stuff please. I just want our boys happy and in love!

Not overly fussed on smutt but I'm fine with a bit of it :) (have read all of a court of thorns and roses series)

Our #fluff tag is probably the one with the most amount of posts and a ridiculous number of fics, so jump straight in and it will keep you busy. Here are even more fics to add...

Best Laid Plans by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley decide to take a holiday together. Things don't go quite as planned.

The Surprise by Mizmak (T)

Aziraphale asks Crowley to take them for a long drive out of London, but won’t say where—or why—because he wants their destination to be a surprise.

Living Fiction by Sakascal (T)

For two years self-published romance writer Azariah Fell has been coming to this café, three times a week on a schedule. He likes to work there, with easy access to refreshing hot drinks and delicious pastries, and always sits at the same table, directly at the window with the street right in view. And if he is honest, it's the view that he's coming for - but not of the street. Right across the street is the florist shop 'Serpens et Horto', and the proprietor Anthony Crowley keeps drawing his eyes. Azariah regularly finds himself buying plants and flowers at that shop, even though he had known nothing about plants when he first came to this café. So, is it really a surprise when one of the main characters in his latest book has a striking resemblance to Anthony Crowley?

Off Script by AppleSeeds (T)

Crowley is disappointingly aware that there's a certain set of lines one is supposed to recite in different social situations, but when he is reunited with Aziraphale Fell, who he had an enormous crush on back in sixth form, he wants nothing more than to deviate from the script full of mundane pleasantries and enjoy some meaningful conversations with him about things that really matter. Although, maybe he should just feel grateful that he's able to talk to him at all? After all, his crush certainly hasn't abated over the years, and his feelings for Aziraphale are only growing stronger.

Putting the "Bet" in "Betrothed" by The_Rogue_Bard (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley make a bet on who can live “like a human” the longest. Apparently that includes dating - how convenient for the both of them! If only they had paid any attention to how humans live! But what can you do when, for the past 6000 years, you only had eyes for each other? Meanwhile, the actual humans around our lovebirds are torn between having to suffer through their shenanigans and enjoying the absurd romcom that is unfolding in front of them.

Beautiful Things by sunrisesinthesuburbs (M)

Two London snobs (accomplished professionals highly respected in their fields, thank you very much) are forced to stop and reconsider their life and career choices after a horrible summer. Strongly encouraged by their entourage to take a break and reconnect with nature, whatever that means, they find themselves on the same idyllic Scottish island by some strange twist of fate. New neighbours and temporary owners of two nearly identical cottages that are in desperate need of new plumbing and better kitchens, burned out actor Aziraphale and disgraced chef Crowley can’t stop running into each other. Autumn on the Isle of Skye is rainy and lonely, and everyone needs some company. And if the company is so good that parting seems unbearable, it’s just part of the magic of the island, surely. Afterall, they only have one autumn.

- Mod D

[chaotictempleknight]

Some advice for writers

I would like to offer some advice to my fellow writers. Caution: this post is a bit on the longer side.

If you have any type of series on the internet, please have a master post for that series, or at least some form of organization. No, I am not going to go endlessly scrolling through your blog or website to find the first chapter/page.

Please have links to chapters if you are writing a digital novel/novella. It makes it easier for the reader to get through the story. This is assuming you're not using a website dedicated to literature.

Tag your work with what genre it is. I see a lot of stories and chapters on the internet that don't do that or only tag one genre. I would like to know what genre your story is as I have preferences for what I read.

When writing a synopsis or a pitch, please establish the stakes. Tell me what the conflict is and why I should read. What are the consequences if the protagonist fails? Also don't describe what your story is. I'll find that out as I read.

Plan your story out before you write it. You are not that 1 in a million who's going to be able to write a story as you go along. PLAN OUT YOUR STORY BEFORE YOU START IT. Here's my advice: Establish your plot and ending, write the plot, write your characters, then write an outline for the story. Make sure you're happy with it, iron out any last minute details, then write a rough draft.

Have multiple drafts and don't post the first thing that comes out of your head. Don't worry if you mess up during the rough drafts, you can fix it later. How many drafts you have is up to you, just don't get carried away with them as you'll never finish the story.

The protagonist must succeed. It doesn't matter what they succeed in, they must succeed in something. There's no two ways about it. The protagonist can be anyone, be it a hero or villain. protagonist versus antagonist is not good versus evil, it's a clash of egos and ideals. It doesn't matter who they come from.

Write an evil villain and a strong hero. Let your villain be evil and let your hero be heroic. This is storytelling 101, but so many stories these days try to make everyone morally gray and indistinguishable from each other. You can have sympathetic villains and questionable heroes, just make it clear where the lines between good and evil are drawn.

Stop trying to be relatable and POST SOMETHING. I don't care about how many WIPs you haven't finished or about how your cat keeps interrupting you. Post your story. If you're more concerned about being relatable than actually writing, you're not a writer.

If you're expecting overnight success, you are in for a very rude awakening. No, you will not have overnight success. AND NO, you are not that 1 in a million. It takes time, effort, and dedication for your work to get noticed. I should know: have you heard of ULTRAMagic Alternate? I didn't think so.

If you are writing to make money and become famous, get out. I'm serious, leave. If you just want to make money, go get a regular job. You are legitimately getting in the way of actual writers who actually have a story to tell.

Having beta readers is ideal for improving your story. Find people interested in the genres you're writing and see what they think. You can always go back and fix the story if there is something wrong with it.

This one is for readers: If an author asks you to be a beta reader, they are NOT asking you to edit their story (although you can if you want to). You don't have to be an author, the writer is looking for your perspective as an average Joe off the street. Tell them what you think of the work, even if you have no knowledge of writing.

DO NOT USE AI IMAGES. The instant I see an AI image attached to your post I'm immediately scrolling past it. Either learn how to draw or hire a real artist.

DO NOT USE AI WRITING. I will ignore your entire existence if I catch you copy and pasting stuff from an AI chat bot. I'm okay with asking a chat bot for assistance as long as what is written on the page came from your head and human hands, however. Also newsflash, if AI becomes truly sentient, you are stealing ideas and work from another individual. Let that sink in.

[freyafrida]

rilla of ingleside, chapter six

fairly short and less heavy chapter -- i mean, it's still quite sad buuuut less to grapple with re: the righteousness of WWI and speeches about whether or not it was worthwhile whew

“Who would be president? Not she. The older girls would not like that. Irene Howard? No, somehow Irene was not quite as popular as she deserved to be. Marjorie Drew? No, Marjorie hadn’t enough backbone. She was too prone to agree with the last speaker. Betty Mead—calm, capable, tactful Betty—the very one!”

Rilla puts together a Junior Red Cross! On the one hand, always appreciate indications that the Blythes and Merediths are not the only people in the Glen, on the other hand, who are these people

(My girl Una is treasurer! Why? Who knows. I do headcanon that she's probably a bit careful about money, having grown up somewhat shabbily in Rainbow Valley. I am intrigued by Rilla wanting to put her in any kind of official role if only because Una gives the vibe -- and Rilla herself later says -- that she's happy just doing whatever.) (Also inch resting choice to put Una in the Junior Red Cross -- she's ten in RV which takes place in 1906 iirc? So she's about three years older than Rilla; RV says she's also only a year younger than Faith/Nan/Di, who are in the regular Red Cross. Some older girls like Irene are also in the Junior Reds, idk if the split is between the social circles of the girls that went to college and not.)

Rilla herself thinks that she has an aptitude for planning and organizing that surprises her, and we also see her perceptiveness about people again here, figuring out how everyone's personalities will fit in the Red Cross group. I love it, although I'm trying to imagine how that would play into her future? Tbh she actually would've made a good teacher, had she gone to Queen's. I guess she probably would make a good society wife, assuming she marries Ken and they throw a bunch of parties in Jazz Age Toronto together. rilla/carl agenda time: they travel the world together looking for bugs and rilla organizes all the train and ship schedules

“You have basted the top hem of that sheet on one side and the bottom hem on the other,” said Di.”

aaand this is the only thing Di says to Rilla across three books 💀 (is this Di's only line of dialogue in this book entirely?)

The bit where Anne mentions wanting to pick baby Jem up at night and Gilbert saying it would foster bad habits sounds so familiar but it's not in House of Dreams, so I can only assume it's because I've read this book eighty million times (the closest thing in HOD is their little discussion about baby talk, although Gilbert never quite protests against baby talk; the narration only notes he's not entirely sure the anti-baby talk author -- predecessor to Morgan? lol -- is wrong).

“Jem Blythe and Jerry Meredith left next morning. It was a dull day, threatening rain, and the clouds lay in heavy grey rolls over the sky”

😢 Heartbreaking to think that their families thought they'd see Jem and Jerry again in a few months -- if the worst didn't happen -- only for the two of them to serve the entire war. (also the running bits of the bravery and stoicism of the women at home are here again, idk perhaps I'll think of more to say when that pops up again in the future)

(Mary cries over Jem and Jerry enlisting!!! I love her idc.)

“but almost everybody in the Glen and Four Winds and Harbour Head and Upper Glen and over-harbour--except Whiskers-on-the-moon--were there to see them off.”

Sometimes when I write fanfic I just stick one of these names in there for the setting bc I really have no idea where any of these places are in relation to each other or if they're all considered separate towns or what

“Mrs. Drew did not understand but Rilla did. She flung up her head. Her brother did not have to be urged to go.”

@theincorrigiblemagpie brought up the good point that Rilla is very proud of Jem and a bit scornful of the families whose sons don't enlist, while simultaneously reassuring Walter that it's fine for him to be too afraid to enlist. My feeling is that...yeah, Rilla is just being hypocritical about her favorite brother lmao -- although with further thought, I do wonder if part of it is also defensiveness, as several people actually are a bit discouraging of Jem and Jerry enlisting. (Jem and Jerry are the only ones, it seems, that enlist from the Glen.) There's criticism from some of the characters (Mary, Mrs. Drew, the Reeses) that the war is a lot of fuss over nothing, and the boys rushing off to fight are doing something stupid.

“A queer little wind of desolation that even Jem’s going had not caused, blew over Rilla’s spirit.”

LMAOOO this is in relation to Ken going back to Toronto. Your brother is leaving for war, Rilla 💀 Honestly, I was never a huge Jem fan (too well-liked and well-adjusted to interest me I'm afraid) but I'm starting to come around on him, mostly because I feel bad that Nan and Rilla are freaking out about Jerry, Walter, and Ken enlisting/not enlisting and then are like "Oh yeah and it's sad Jem is going too." lmao, jeez guys.

(Also, totally didn't notice in the lighthouse dance chapters, but Mary is always calling Ken "Ken", while Rilla calls him "Kenneth" up until midway through the book. Idt Ken and Mary know each other like that? It would be so on-brand for Mary to assume familiarity with him, though, and I say this with affection.)

The bit with all the snatches of conversation -- everyone moving on with their lives, offering opinions on the men's enlistment though they aren't the ones affected -- feels so real. "A Long, Long Way to Tipperary" is referenced! It predates WWI but is v. much associated with it (per the glossary, it gained popularity as a marching song) although idk if it would be anachronistic for a rando Canadian to know it that well before any Canadians had gone overseas to fight. Anyway, ngl it's a catchy song.

“Jem kissed Faith before everybody”

in front of God and everybody!!! not to be my grandma or anything. Intrigued by Rilla saying she "thinks" they are really engaged last chapter -- that makes it seem like it's not really a formal thing? I suppose maybe they just...agreed upon it between each other, and Jem would later tell their families and it would become official? (I briefly thought an informal engagement right before going off to war was insanity but then remembered that Jem almost certainly didn't think he'd be gone that long.)

“Nobody missed Dog Monday at first. When they did Shirley went back for him. He found Dog Monday curled up in one of the shipping sheds near the station and tried to coax him home. Dog Monday would not move. He wagged his tail to show he had no hard feelings but no blandishments availed to budge him. “Guess Monday has made up his mind to wait there till Jem comes back,” said Shirley, trying to laugh as he rejoined the rest.”

Shirley! \o/ Brief insight to his personality here (trying to crack a joke to ease the atmosphere).

I have no real feelings on Monday waiting for Jem and I feel kinda bad :( I find it cute but not super moving. Dogs are to me what babies are to Rilla, I guess -- I like them but that's about it? Lmao sorry Monday. Glad there's another member of the Blythe family that cares about Jem's enlistment ❤️

Also I was reminded that the way Monday is described (yellow with black spots) honestly has always made me picture him as a banana slug. Sorry Monday (again some more)

glossary bits:

Readying Rilla bits:

Rilla originally thinks of putting in "Jen Vickers" as treasurer; the name later pops up as a girl Rilla doesn't like.

Two cut instances of Selwyn Ken calling Rilla "Rilla-my-Rilla"; he doesn't call her that at all in the final version.

Repeated references to Monday as "Rags" in the draft of this chapter as well.

There's a cut mention of "the other three volunteers" leaving with Jem and Jerry, presumably the three boys who "followed their example" that were cut from chapter 5 -- which leaves Jem and Jerry as the only ones that rushed to enlist from the Glen? (It feels obvious now but idk, Jem says "scores" of men are enlisting, I always assumed that maybe there were some people from over-harbor or Four Winds or one of those towns who enlisted and just weren't mentioned.)

Ken originally refers to his ankle as "blooming" instead of "bally", lmao.

Rilla originally lisps and calls Selwyn/Ken (Kenwyn?) "Thelwyn."

Cut line of Rilla wanting to "scratch Nathan's eyes out" (re: Nathan Crawford, who says "them young fools are just going for adventure). There's def. moments of Rilla getting angry in the book, but not quite this kind of violence, so that's interesting.

Di was forgotten from the group of Blythe kids walking back from the station (it says "Walter and Una and Shirley and Carl and Rilla"), I guess it happens to all Blythe kids eventually!

Walter originally goes back for Monday; he's replaced by Shirley (Walter originally makes Shirley's joke about Monday waiting there for Jem, which def. doesn't sound entirely like him!)

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Too Young, Too Late

I have a lot of Thoughts about the literal “bruised ego” headcanon and one of them is that it only started happening to Roman when Thomas learned that phrase. When the bruising gets particularly bad, Roman regresses into a young child who doesn’t know the phrase, and it gives him time to heal. He always finds Remus because he’s the one side Roman feels safe around, and Remus gets concerned when Roman starts showing up younger and younger, because it means Roman’s getting more and more hurt. …Ideally with a happy ending? – anon

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Warnings: none

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2887

The first time it happens, Remus almost doesn't notice.

 

Tee first time it happens, Remus almost doesn't notice.

Granted, they're at that stage of being children where differentiating between one year and the next is more an arbitrary celebration of time passing rather than any concrete and meaningful differences, but still. One year older is one year! That's one more year of messing around in the Imagination, one more year of getting all their ideas out in the vast playground that never stops growing, one year closer to getting to play with the monsters and all the really fun stuff.

But when Roman shows up one day and he looks…shinier than Remus, well, Remus has a few questions.

"I'm fine," Roman says quickly, shoving his way past Remus into the Imagination. "Let's just play! Come on, I want to do things today that aren't stand around like a—a—"

"Moping moor fox?"

"Yeah! Like that!" Roman stops short a few paces away. "What's a moor fox?"

"Let's go find out!"

As the twins dash forward, the Imagination grows darker, denser, a thick blanket of fog rolling in from over the hills. The ground grows vivid in contrast, almost a vibrant green—Remus's favorite—and small pools of water wink from the fading sunlight. Soon they have to conjure boots and coats for themselves—well, Roman does, Remus just shrieks in joy and barrels through the mud. They come to a stop at the edge of a larger hill, peering over as the moor takes shape around them.

"Where are we?"

"We're on a moor! Now we just have to find a fox!"

"Do foxes live on moors?"

"I dunno, let's see if we can find one!"

And they're off again, racing over the grass. Remus quickly pulls ahead, which is…surprising, to say the least. Roman was beating him handily as recently as yesterday, maybe he's planning a trick? But when he glances behind, he sees Roman stumbling—stumbling—to try and keep up with him. He slows to a halt, waiting.

"Sorry, sorry!" Roman says with his bright smile when he eventually catches up with Remus. "I'm coming, I swear!"

Remus takes a good, hard look at him. "Where's the scar?"

"The what?"

"The scar." Remus points to his own hairline where, up until today, apparently, Roman had a thin white line where he'd fallen from his dragon. "Where'd it go?"

"Oh." Roman shuffles, kicking a stone over. "I'm younger today."

"You're what?"

"Younger. I'm not—I'm not as old as you today."

Remus blinks. "Oh. Uh, why?"

Roman stares at him for a long moment. Then he shoves him into a mud puddle and takes off, shrieking. Remus shakes himself off and dashes after him, cackling like mad.

2.

The second time, he definitely knows something's wrong.

For one, they're a lot older. They're now pretty firmly in high school, where age is a lot more important and appearances are…well, to everyone else, they apparently mean a whole lot. Which is why when Roman turns up as a child to their weekly meetings in Remus's room, he's not quite sure what to make of it.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Roman says, cuddling Remus's plush octopus to his chest, "I just wanna do what we normally do."

"I don't know if you're tall enough to ride the cyclone right now, squirt."

Roman scowls, which just looks like the most adorable pout in the world and Remus just has to pounce on his brother to tickle the snot out of him. Roman shrieks and wriggles and isn't anywhere near strong enough to fight Remus off like this, so he lets him up after a few minutes, but he's still got his little frowny face on under there and that, well, that just won't do.

"Talk to me, Roro," Remus says quietly, opening his arms to let Roman crawl into them. "What's going on? Why're you all sad sack today?"

Roman fiddles with the buttons on his chest. "I just find it easier this way."

"Squirt-sized?"

"Yeah."

Now, see, that's the second thing. Remus is, and he's very proud of this, exactly one inch taller than Roman. And yes, he does hold this fact over his head any chance he gets, which is quite often, and often quite literally. So when he pokes fun at Roman's height and Roman just agrees? Something's wrong.

"You gotta tell me what it is that's bothering you, Roro. That's how I can help."

"No."

Remus raises an eyebrow. "No? What do you mean, 'no?'"

"I don't wanna tell you."

"Okay. Why don't you wanna tell me?"

Roman shrugs, looking resolutely away from Remus. He frowns, pulling Roman close enough to tuck his chin over his shoulder. He rubs his back a few times, hoping that the comfort will help break through whatever wall Roman's made to keep this from Remus, but there's nothing for it. Roman just sighs and melts into a little princely puddle over Remus's shoulder and snuffles into the octopus.

"Well," Remus mumbles, "if you think of a way I can help, will you tell me?"

"You help like this."

"I do?"

"Yeah. You're my brother. You're Creativity too. You know everything."

"I don't know about that, squirt."

"You do," Roman says, quieter now, and it's pinging even more of Remus's danger sense, "you do, though."

That's a conversation they're gonna revisit when Roman is big again, because it's just worrying enough for it to not be teasing material. For now, though, he's got an upset baby brother in his arms and he needs to take care of him, so he squeezes his sides until Roman giggles and then throws on their favorite movies so they can rest and relax for the rest of the day.

Even if the thing itching at the back of his mind keeps whispering that he's missing something really important.

3.

It takes until the third time for him to figure out what's actually going on.

He wasn't there the moment Roman changed, but he was there to see the massive fucking bruise blooming over the side of Roman's ribs. Granted, he didn't see the bruise itself, because Roman was clothed, thank the Kraken, but he'd be a neglectful older brother if he didn't recognize the way Roman flinched, hissed, and went to put his hand to his side before realizing that hey, you know, they're not alone right now and signaling that he was hurt wasn't the smartest thing to do right now.

The thing that caused Roman to get a really bad bruise? Oh, just Virgil.

Yeah. You heard him.

Virgil.

Virgil, who wouldn't stop calling him dumb. Wouldn't stop saying he's stupid. Wouldn't stop making comments like not a thought in that big head of yours and you think Princey's over there thinking of things? and he's never met a brain cell in his life. Virgil, who saw Roman getting frustrated and told him to stop trying to think, it's painful to watch.

Roman is many things. Roman is not dumb. Roman is really fucking smart, and Remus is damn fucking sure that none of the others have any idea how smart Roman actually is because they never take the fucking time to actually listen to him when he talks.

So when Roman shows up to his room later, a little squirt again, Remus just scoops him into his arms and carries him into the Imagination.

The Imagination blooms around them, creating a massive sprawling garden out behind Remus's castle. The dark sky ripples with the promise of thunder, bruised purple clouds mixing with the soft grays of coming rain as the flowers bloom vivid and violent against bright green grass. Roman's little fingers wind into his collar, his other hand reaching out to brush the branches of the flowering trees as they walk by. Sweet-smelling blossoms greet them as they make their way toward the hedge maze, small creatures darting about underfoot as the brush rustles.

"They're wrong," Remus murmurs as Roman trails his fingers along the hedge, "you're not dumb, Roro. You're not stupid. They're the stupid ones who don't know what the hell they're talking about."

"But Logan agreed."

"Logan can be wrong too. Remember how he was sure he got that math question right and then he didn't? Logan isn't right all the time."

"But Logan's smarter than me."

Remus bites his tongue. "Logan is better at some things than you are, yeah, sure. But Logan can't do what you do either. Logan isn't smart the way you are, but that doesn't mean you're not smart."

"Patton doesn't think I'm smart either," Roman says in a small voice, "neither does—I don't think Thomas thinks I'm smart too."

"Well, they're all wrong. I think you're smart and I know everything."

Roman giggles. "You don't know everything, Re."

"Oh? You sure? Tell me something I don't know, then."

Roman hums and thinks to himself as they keep walking through the maze. Which gives Remus plenty of time to figure out how to get back at those assholes who keep hurting his brother.

4.

Logan's the one who says the phrase first.

Bruised Ego.

Remus has to bite his tongue and shove his hands behind his back to keep from reacting super obviously when all he wants to do is scream and jump and throw something. Because that's it. That's why Roman keeps getting beat all to hell when the others are mean to him—which is often, because these people are assholes—and why he keeps trying to hide it. Which pisses Remus off to no end, but he can't fault Roman for doing it.

Because why the fuck would he reveal how easy it is to hurt him to people who seem to really enjoy hurting him?

He keeps his room open to Roman for as long as he can when he goes into the Imagination. He knows Roman will come to him eventually, even if that means a portal opens up right above his head and he's dropped a wonderful squirming pile of baby Ro.

Wait.

Baby Ro?

Roman's not even the age he was when they first learned that phrase. He's tiny. Kraken egg sack tiny. Remus can hold him with one arm tiny. And you know what, the razor-sharp rocks he's walking over right now are not the place for this precious little anomaly, so he quickly poofs himself over to the glow stone bushes and plops down with his baby bro in his lap.

"Hey, squirt," he says softly, smiling as Roman giggles and coos at him, "you had a bad day today, huh?"

Roman's smile dims a little. He nods, shuffling forward until he can bury his cold little nose in Remus's neck. Remus wraps his arms around him and holds him tight, rocking him back a forth. A soft chime comes from overhead and several pixies flutter over to see what the new creatures are doing. He feels Roman lift a hand up, burbling in awe as the pixies dart about his chubby little fingers.

"That's it, Roro," he murmurs, still rocking him, "you just sit with me and be all happy, okay? I'm not gonna let anything hurt you right now, you hear me? Not a damn thing."

His brother is hurt. His brother is hurting. Something hurt Roman so bad that he felt the need to become a baby again, just so that he could be cared for, and Remus is going to kill something.

(He doesn't find out what it was that made Ro so hurt. That's probably for the best.)

5.

Sometimes he doesn't find Roman in time.

Sometimes he ends up finding little pockets of the Imagination that are too cleverly hidden for anyone but him and Roman to spot. A wall that isn't entirely solid, a convenient patch of foliage that's just a little too dense. A rippling pool that ripples just too perfectly in time with a duck swimming over the surface.

He doesn't always get to Roman when he needs him most, and so the Imagination hides him.

He wishes it didn't have to, but he's grateful for it anyway.

+1.

Remus opens the door and blinks.

"…Ro?"

"Will you help me?" Roman asks in a quiet voice, as though Remus would do anything but drop everything to help his brother when he shows up beaten to shit and bleeding.

"Get the fuck in here," Remus growls, quickly making sure no nosy snakes are lingering in the hall. "Sit on the desk."

Roman winces as he sits, one hand holding his side, the other resting shakily on the wood. Remus snaps out a first-aid kit and starts gently moving Roman's shirt out of the way so he can see everything. Shit, it's really fucking bad right now. Purples and yellows bloom all over his ribs—probably just because those are the colors that bruises go, but Remus has a sneaking suspicion he knows which Sides caused these ones—and there's an angry red scrape all along one side. He rests his hand just near it and Roman's breath hitches.

"What happened, Roro?"

Roman swallows heavily as Remus starts in with bruise cream and soft hands. "We were talking about the project. I wanted to bring some stuff up but Logan—Logan kept on talking over me and acting like I wasn't giving anything useful."

"Want me to hit him?"

"No."

"Mm. Then what?"

"Then Janus and Virgil started calling me stupid again, and they kept bringing stuff up that I did when we were younger when I didn't—when we weren't—" he swallows— "when it wasn't all just work and I could play in the Imagination too."

"That's really fucking shitty of them."

"I didn't know what to do," Roman whispers, "every time I try to defend myself they just—they laugh at me or they make fun of me and I don't—I don't want to just be their punching bag, but I don't know how to tell them that without making it worse."

"Is that why you still haven't told them about this?" He runs his thumb lightly over one of the smaller bruises.

"Why the hell would I want to tell them how easy it is to hurt me?"

"Maybe they'll stop," but even as he says it, he doesn't believe it. Roman just scoffs.

"You know I tried to tell Logan and Patton once."

Remus does not, in fact, know that. He doesn't know that to such an extent that he actually stops and looks up at Roman. Roman isn't looking at him, he's looking off into space, but he's taken his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I tried to explain that it was hurting," he mumbles, "and Patton—Patton acted like he also got hurt when people were mean and I tried to say it wasn't the same, that he didn't understand, and then he got mad at me for saying that."

Remus has to grit his teeth to keep himself from launching into another rant about how Patton could say things with the best of intentions and fuck it up real bad.

"And Logan—Logan just told me I shouldn't take things so literally. Which is—"

"Ironic as fuck coming from his literal ass?"

"Yeah. But I went to show him how bad it was and he rolled his eyes and told me I could dress up all I wanted, he wasn't going to be swayed by it."

Remus takes one look at his beat-to-hell brother and has to remind himself that this is his priority right now, not kicking all the collective Mindscape ass over to Oliver's pond and letting the Kraken play with his new toys. He makes himself take a deep breath and lets it out slow, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Roman's. Roman's breath puffs warmly over his chin and he knocks their noses together.

"I'm glad you came to me," he whispers, "I'm really glad you're here, Roro."

"…you don't mind, right?"

"I didn't mind when you were a squirt, Ro-Bro, I sure as hell don't mind now."

"You're always safe, Re," Roman mumbles, his cheeks getting damp as he starts to cry, these fuckers made his brother cry— "I don't care what they say. You're—you're the only one here I can trust."

"Roro, I swear to god if you weren't fifty different shades of blue and purple right now I'd be trying to break your ribs."

"…in a good way, right?"

Remus just knocks their noses together again, kissing his forehead. "Of course in a good way, Roro. Now tell me all about the idea that you had so I can tell you how awesome you are."

Roman lights up with a little grin and Remus can and will fight to protect his little brother's happiness.

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[sunraies]

This will contain spoilers for OBX4 Part 1. Ep4 used the most. Other plot lines missed out.

She's so gone

Pogue Reader. Hints of Rafe Cameron.

Warnings- Violence, animal cruelty, blood, mentions of drugs.

JJ Maybank's sister isn't the quite, sweet girl she was 18 months ago.

Just a little background as hard to explain/cover in a one-shot :

Y/N Maybank nicknamed May, MayB or MB

JJ Maybank's sister. (Obx 4 spoiler, you can chose if biological, Luke's or someone else's)

Naturally shy, kind and caring. Loves to read and enjoys nature and the beach. Quietest out of the Pogues.

Changed during the 18 months JJ and the Pogues were away, treasure hunting and fighting for their lives.

I may chose to do more with this nicknamed Y/N character if people enjoy her. Sorry if I'm rusty and seems rushed had this idea after finishing part 1.

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The last 18 months had been hell on earth to put it lightly. While your brother and his friends were off finding treasure and as you found out from all the details later, fighting to survive, you were left behind. Left with no father, brother and friends to try and keep the only home you knew. You literally worked until your fingers and feet bled. Taking cleaning jobs around the Cut and Figure Eight, working as many hours as possible at the Country Club taking any shift they had going from lifeguarding and golf carting to bartending and waiting. Anything to keep your roof over your head, hoping the people you loved would be home soon.

Things turned darker when you got so desperate you used some of Luke's contacts to make money. It started small selling a few stolen pills to dealing using many cleaning jobs as a cover. You were almost caught by Shoupe a few times but he seemed to go easy on you, thinking you were still the grade A student, polar opposite sister of JJ Maybank. Before things got too serious the person to help pull you out was the last person anyone would expect, Rafe Cameron. Why he helped you was unclear but after many months of denying his help, you finally accepted having received a busted lip on a deal gone wrong. The money he loaned you save your home for a little while.

An odd friendship formed between the pair of you but never went any further as before it could the Pogues returned home, with life changing treasure and the news of Ward Cameron and Big John Routledge's death.

Rafe closed himself off to you and you had to go on like nothing happened.

Life got easier and so good with your family's return. They brought your home and land. Poguelandia was re-created and you got a taste of the paradise they had created on the island they told you all about.

After building the paradise. You helped run the shop, organised JJ's charters, helped Kie in the garden and kept the bills and books in check with Pope. You got to be your old self again, spending days relaxing, reading in the sun and enjoying the company of your loved ones.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

It had happened a few times over that summer, a storm over the Atlantic hundreds of miles away sent ripples right over the pond. Having grown up on the Outerbanks you told tell, you could hear it the moment you woke up. The flags on the roof and in the yard sung a perfect sympathy with the gulls flying over head.

"We're going to the beach!" You heard JJ yelled through your open window, the tell tell sounds of John B slapping him out of happiness confirmed the feeling in your bones. "Wakey-wakey everybody!"

It didn't matter what you had planned that day, it changed to hitting the brake. No matter what, everyone would stop. It was one time the whole island came together. That perfect summer swell.

"Yeah, baby, now that's the perfect swell. It's probably the best of the year" JJ howled as he checked his phone, tracking the swell making sure the broads were ready and prepared in time to hit the best waves.

Everyone woke with the tingle in their bodies and happy buzz of that beach day. You happily lounged in the hammock while the others prepped their boards. Planning to read on the beach as the others surfed.

Pope had decided not to join causing outrage. Sarah sat up quickly in the swinging chair and you almost toppled out of the hammock. "There'll be other swells. Someone's gotta keep the shop open"

"Pope. That's like saying there's other pizza to eat all right?" JJ exclaimed "like come on, now. You serious?"

"Wow" Kie sighed "Listen to your earth mother, Pope. She's like begging you to surf."

"I think my earth mother is telling me to maximise our intel" Pope wasn't having any of it. "The shop needs running as someone bet our tax fund" He glared at JJ who ignored him.

"Mines tell me to maximise the swell" Kie argued, looking for support.

"Wanna maximise this beach day?" John B looked at Sarah who agreed.

"I wanna maximise this tan" Sarah smiled before turning to you "May? Maximise beach day?"

"I'm gonna maximise this book" you waved your book bag having stood closer to Kie who hummed. They knew you wouldn't get in the surf but never missed beach day.

"Okay, everyone have fun maximising" Pope shrugged. "Cleo texted to say she's collecting bait, someone's gotta sale it"

"Lame. Tell her we're closed" Kie frowned

"Pope, hey, hey, rule number one, Pope, is no working on a swell day." JJ said, desperately trying to stop him as John B wrapped an arm over his shoulder.

"Rule number one" You echoed as Pope looked your way. Having worked the books with him, you knew the shop was sinking but didn't have the heart to tell the others yet. Pope still deserved a day off through but you understood why he was so adamant.

"Someone's gotta do this. If we want to keep business going" Pope shrugged "catch a nasty one for me" He smiled at a broken hearted looking JJ.

"I can stay, I can read while on the till" You offered but Pope shock his head.

"Go enjoy the sand, MayB" He smiled wrapping an arm over your shoulders before kissing your temple.

They all knew how much you worked while they were away but not the dealing side of things. You deserve a beach day, they'd seen a slight change in you but didn't talk to you about it. Taking whatever details of your time alone you'd give them.

Being in the Twinkie, cruising along the coastal road with the music blaring felt like home. Kie smiling happily while an excitable JJ disturbed John B and Sarah in the front.

"Look, John B" JJ grinned pointing over him "Look out there"

You laughed with Kie and Sarah as John B covered his eyes and pushed him backwards, causing JJ to flop over you and Kie.

"May, did you see!? The waves were huge" He grinned boyishly up at you as he held his arms wide, the size of the waves.

"Yeah J, I saw" you smiled softly down at him.

As soon as the Twinkle hit the sand, JJ slide the door open and happily ran his hands in sand while John B let her roll to a stop. Everyone laughed as they soaked up the sun. You laughed as John B almost hit JJ over the head with the umbrella.

"Half-baked Poguelandia" John B sighed as Sarah chuckled "its gonna be great"

Once everything was set, you happily flopped into a chair identical to JJ's, a matching set you had since he was 3.

Kie adjusted the umbrella for you before wrapping you in a back hug "all set, MayB. We'll miss you out there"

"Hey, beach bag guard has always been my duty" You leaned back into her, laughing as the chair wobbled you both "you guys catch the waves while I stay on dry land"

"Let's get those boards off!" JJ hurried over to the van while the roars of jeeps took over the peaceful sounds of the beach.

"Oh boy" John B sighed

"What?" JJ asked distracted by the boards.

The mood suddenly dropped as Kook jeeps rolled closer in a convoy.

"You're joking" Sarah muttered clearly annoyed

"Don't stop" JJ sighed while Kie shook her head "anywhere but here"

You all watched as Topper cruised by at the front. They clearly spotted your group as a random Kook called out look. Stopping a small distance away.

"Oh, you're joking. Of course, they stop here" Kie sighed, her thoughts out loud."Why wouldn't they? When there's a whole beach"

"We were here first," Sarah pouted. "So lame" she walked back towards Twinkie, unable to look at them as John B stared at Topper, unloading his fancy board.

"Let's go, Baby," you heard Rafe yell as he jumped out the back of Top's truck. You hadn't seen him in months. Your heart jumped a little before plummeting as Sofia cuddled into his side. You'd hear rumors but hadn't seen them together yet.

"Oh, great, my brothers here" Sarah sighed as Rafes eyes scanned the beach and your group before they locked in on you.

"Kie, don't worry, he's not getting near you" JJ confirmed her as you all knew about the boat incident. "I can guarantee that"

You wished the promise of protection was to you too but they didn't know, you hadn't told them of your betrayal. The life line you took from Rafe. The reason the house and land was still there to buy in the first place.

"Hey, ya'll. John B" JJ called from the top of the Twinkie "Sunshines coming"

You broke eye contact with Rafe, adjusting your shades, placing the book in your lap to watch Topper approach. You watched as Sarah whispered warnings to John B, most likely telling him not to bite if Topper provoked him.

They seemed tense but ended civilly as John B walked back to your group. You rolled your eyes as some dumb Kook yelled, "Go home Pogues" like they owned the beach.

Things seemed to go smoothly after that. The Pogues happily caught the waves. You jumped up cheering as Sarah successfully rode a big swell in. "YEAH GIRL!" You cheered, picking up her towel while she was briefly stop by Kelce and Topper.

As she walked over you noticed Sofia saying something to Rafe, but he swigged his beer and shook his head.

"You ok?" You asked Sarah as she thanked you for her towel and flopped next to you.

"I'm good" She breathed before looking away from the Kooks "I just wished he'd stop staring over here"

You nodded as you noticed Rafe watching you two. Was he looking at you or Sarah?

"Hey, forget it" You hummed handing her a can out the cooler "he probably doesn't know....." You stopped as Sarah raised an eyebrow. 'How to talk to you after everything' you wanted to finish but instead said "he's probably plotting. You know crazy Kook shit"

Sarah let out breathy laugh "you sound like JJ. Kook conspiracy!"

Sarah dozed next to you as you read but you found it hard to focus, re reading the same line as Rafe kept looking over. You were reading a sentence for the 5th time when you heard yelling from the water. Sarah sat up just in time for you both to witness JJ poach Topper, sending him toppling into the waves as JJ rode to the swallows.

The Kooks yelled at him, including Rafe, before he flipped him the bird, and JJ shrugged, making you and Sarah, even though it clearly broke whatever peace had been created. "Well, that didn't last long" you sighed

The peace seemed to stay for the rest of the afternoon. A few pity poaching and pushing out of the waves happened but it didn't amount to anything. You helped Sarah and John B load the Twinkie as JJ and Kie got the last of the boards on the top.

"Guys! There's a turtle hatch!" Kie gasped, rushing over to the moving sand. You all hurried after her.

"Holy shit! Look at these little nuggets!" John B smiled as baby turtles emerged.

"They're so little!" Sarah made little movements with her hands

"Adorable!" You smiled

"Wait, guys, give them some space. Don't touch them" Kie warned after her excitement.

"Wait, we gotta make a path, right?" John B asked

"Yeah, clear the way" JJ exclaimed before starting to make a part towards the shoreline.

"We gotta clear these footprints" Kie instructed. "Sarah, MayB, keep the gulls off"

"I don't see any!" Sarah spread her arms wide, looking up before wobbling. You caught her laughing before helping shield the baby turtles.

"A turtle highway!" JJ exclaimed.

"Follow the turtle highway. Come kids" Sarah happily called out to them, and John B joked he was their human daddy leading them to the ocean-ocean

"Go on, babies." you smiled before looking at Kie, who was smiling widely, over the moon to see a hatch and that you were all helping her. The turtles and saving the ocean was her dream, and this was a part of it. If this hatch made it, all of them with your help they had a 50% better chance.

Just as you looked back down at them, something fast moving along the beach caught your eye "guys" you muttered before the revving got louder "guys!"

"Hey!" Kie jumped up quickly waving her arms as she saw the jeep too. You both desperately waved your arms to stop whoever it was. All of you started waving and yelling

"Hey stop!"

"Stop!"

"There's a hatch!"

"Yo Stop"

"Go around!"

They didn't stop. If anything, whoever was behind the wheel accelerated more. You and Kie stood your ground till the last second, diving and tumbling out of the way before you could be hit. JJ desperately looked around, seeing Sarah had Kie, he helped you up, checking you over for any injuries. "Shit, you good?"

You hummed and nodded before he ran over to Kie checking on her.

"Fucking Assholes" Kie frowned, looking at the babies. The revving started again "Oh hell no!"

She stood in the path of the jeep again this time, all five of you stood together, yelling from them to stop. Again, they didn't, making you all jump out of the way. Kie got hit with a drink as the Kook you recognised as Ruthie drove by.

As the others checked on Kie, you looked over that the Kooks hollering and cheering. Noticing Rafe and Sofia not joining in. If anything, Sofia looked disgusted. Did they feel bad for watching you almost get run over? You hadn't spoken to Sofia much, but she always seemed kind. She clearly didn't belong in a good way.

Kie's gasp and cry of "no no no no" broke you out of your thoughts. Looking down at her kneeling in the sand, you noticed a murdered baby turtle in her hands. The tiny broken shell. Kie whimpered and remained for a moment before suddenly standing up and heading for the overly happy group.

"Stay here" she said before walking away. JJ ran after her as John B held Sarah back before calling out to you, but you didn't listen.

"Kie, I know I'm the last to say this. But not today" JJ tried to stop her.

"I don't care" Kie bluntly responded

"Kie, we need to be smart about this" you said softly.

"I don't care" she repeated

"No. All right" JJ sighed "Just we are little outnumber in this situation. Let's jus-"

"I don't care!" She snapped at him, looked at the both of you.

"Here she comes!" Topper called out "on a warpath. Get ready!" Ruthie smugly stood beside him as everyone watched Kie with you and JJ behind her to see what would happen.

"Look what you did" Kie held out the baby turtle. "Is this OK?" Ruthie smug ass look dropped suddenly glancing at the baby before looking away.

"No, look at it!" Kie urged."You drove right over it! there was a turtle hatch, you idiots!" Everyone looked uncomfortable.

"I understand your upset, Kiara." Topper tried some conflict resolution bullshit.

"No, I'm more than upset, Topper" Kie snapped at him.

"All right but it was only one" Ruthie sighed pointing back towards John B and Sarah "I mean look there's so many more of them" she shrugged like it was nothing "what a hatch is like 100 turtles? Most of them don't make it anyway"

"Yeah, it's like 1 in 1000" Topper added, like stating the facts Kie knew would help.

"Hey, you know what? You should so throw that to the seagulls. " Ruthie taunted "cycle of life, right?"

"Cycle of life!" Kie pushed her back, causing her to cry out in shock, and Topper jumped in to protect her "getting flatten by a truck is not the cycle of life!"

JJ got between Topper and Kie holding him away from her as some Kook held up her phone. Ruthie got close to Kie, "Your move, Kie." She clearly felt protected by her friend recording. "What you gonna do?"

"I would just walk away. We are not going this today" Topper warned JJ and Kie. No one was really paying attention to you. You were JJ's quite, sweet sister.

"There is something seriously wrong with you people!" Kie yelled at them before turning around and pushing a speaker over.

"Come on, Kie" You said softly, putting an arm around her, which she shrugged off.

"Yeah, that's right! Get back to your side, Kie!" Ruthie yelled. You glared back at them, pausing between Kie walking away and JJ staying.

"If you touch her, or any of us ever again. I'll come back and kill every single one of you" JJ threatened.

"Was that a threat?" Ruthie gasped as someone called out they had JJ on video.

"Come on" He said softly to you as you continued to watch Ruthie, blood bubbling away under the surface.

"Always knew he'd end up like his daddy" Ruthie muttered, clinging to Topper like some poor victim. You caught what she said and saw red.

Before anyone knew what was happening, your fist connected with Ruthies' nose. A horrific crack broke the stunned silence. Blood poured from her nose as she cried out. You shook your hand out, not sure if the crack was your knuckles, her nose, or both.

"You dare speak of my family again" You seethed "and it will be more than just your nose. TURTLE MURDERING BITCH"

Chaos broke out as Topper went for you, JJ pushed him away as he broke out of his shock. John B sprinted over as Kelce took as swing for JJ. Shockingly, Rafe got between the four of them.

"Get the fuck out of here!" He yelled at JJ and John B "get her and go!"

JJ scribbled over to you, grabbing you arm and pulling you away "Holy shit, holy shit" He muttered "what the fuck? How the-" He was stunned just as much as everyone else.

"We have that on video?! Right?!" Ruthie cried, holding a towel to her nose, but her friend shook her head, having stopped when JJ and you started to walk away. She'd only caught the aftermath.

Back the Twinkle, Sarah held your hand, checking the bruising and broken knuckles. "You got a serious swing there, May"

"Well, J taught me" you shrugged.

"I taught you for emergency situations!" He ran a hand through his hair."That was not an emergency!"

"She looked too smug" You said sighing softly.

"Yeah, now we gotta deal with Shoupe" JJ sighed, knowing he'd probably already been called. The death threat was bad enough.

"May, hasn't got a record. She'll be fine" Kie said "but girl, you did what I wanted to do!"

"Plus Shoupe hasn't had to deal with MayB before. She's normally covering your messes. " John B pointed out calming JJ a bit.

"Um, yeah. Kinda not the first time" you muttered.

"WHAT?!" JJ and John B yelled, John B slammed the breaks in shock, bringing the Twinkie to a sudden stop just outside Poguelandia where blue lights flushed.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

vampdrew pls!!!! the bats out of the bag ;D (see what I did there)

WIP Wednesday (3/12) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 226)

ANDREW

Kevin's heart rate skyrockets deliciously and Andrew's fangs ache more than ever to sink into that hot, soft skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. They'd only done it that way once, but it was quite an experience. At the memory, Andrew has to resist the urge to dive over the couch and take Kevin down to the floor. If it wouldn't mean letting Neil escape, he might try it.

"Tell him, Kevin. He doesn't believe me. But he'll believe you," Andrew says. But Kevin doesn't say anything at all. He just stands there silent both in mouth and mind, gaping at Andrew with huge eyes. "Well, it seems Kevin is having an aneurysm. We're going to have to give him a moment."

"I'm, I'm not having— I, you—" Kevin cuts off and leans back against the wall for support, once again going quiet. Andrew severely hopes he hasn't broken his human. Perhaps he should have discussed his plan before springing it on Neil. Oh, speaking of Neil...

"Hi, Neil." Andrew says, sitting down on the arm of the couch. Neil is on the other end, coiled tight as a spring. Despite the tension in his small, breakable frame, Neil's head is empty as always. It's enough to drive Andrew insane. "Tell me, what are thinking right now?"

Neil exhales sharply. "That I'd like to kick your teeth in."

"Ha! Well, you can certainly try but I won't be tucking you in once you tire yourself out." Andrew says, happy to hear Neil's thoughts for once, even if they're a threat to his well being. It's not like Neil has a snowball's chance of doing him any harm. Andrew would have no problem humbling him if he tried.

"Fuck you."

"No thanks," Andrew snaps his fingers in Kevin's direction. He's still lost in the middle of a category nine meltdown, but his brain comes back online and Andrew is greeted by a whirlwind of panicked thoughts. He winces against it and tries to tune it out, but he can't. Andrew spends so much time in Kevin's head he's got joint custody. Besides, Kevin's thoughts are directed at him. There's no avoiding his worrisome ramble.

'Have you lost your fucking mind?! Don't answer that. Oh my god. I can't believe you told him. What are we going to do? Do you think we could knock him out and convince him this was all a dream? That's a solid plan, right?'

"We're not going to hurt Neil. I already promised him we wouldn't." Andrew answers, looking meaningfully at the twitchy boy across from him. He makes a face, but it's not a reassured one.

'But we can't fucking tell him! Andrew, it's not safe!'

"It is."

"What is?" Neil asks. Andrew waves him off to focus on Kevin. Kevin cuts a glare between the two of them, settling on Andrew.

"We don't know that! You can't read him.'

"You wanted him on your line. He's on it. He's going to stay. But if he's going to be under my wing, he's got to know." Andrew tells him firmly.

'He might tell Coach. He might tell everyone.' Kevin thinks, a panic attack working itself through his veins. Andrew lets out a sigh and crosses the floor to stand in front of him. He pulls Kevin down by the back of his neck and stares into his eyes.

"I know you're hardwired to panic but you should be jumping for joy right now. Neil and I spoke at Coach's. He gave me a long sad story that I can't share. But I am satisfied with what he told me. He is here because he's as obsessed with exy as you are."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure. And Neil will keep my secrets if I keep his. Isn't that right, Neil?" Andrew asks, over his shoulder. He gets no response, except a choked sound from Kevin. Andrew whips around to see Neil trying to sneak for the door. 

In a blink, Andrew is in front of him. "Did you really think I was going to let you leave in the middle of our conversation?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't get a say in the matter." Neil counters, looking pissed. "Let me leave, Dracula."

[almstinluv]

hopeless

pairing: fem idol!reader x hyunjin

genre: angst

wc: 2.2k

summary: everything was perfect, until it wasn't. she still yearned for him, but hope could mask even the cruelest truth.

sina's note: hello, everyone! this is my first time posting on tumblr, so i'm still trying to get a hold of things. be patient, please! this one is written in 3rd person but all my next writing will be in 2nd. this fic was inspired by hopeless by halsey, i hope you enjoy it <3

The first two months were wonderful. Perfect, even.

They had dates every week. Even though they had very little time to see each other in between their busy schedules, their dates were the most important events of the week. It could be anything, from going to a café in a secluded area of town, the foggy drink the only one to witness their intimate conversations, or playing sports in the backyard of his building, their laughter filling the summer air for hours on end. Their favorite thing to do, though, was to just enjoy each other’s company in the privacy of his room. In those days, Hyunjin spent the afternoon trying to paint her while she danced to soft music around his balcony. The night would come and they would make love under the neon lights of his bedroom, promises of staying together forever while they cling to each other like the world is going to end if they ever separate.

If (Y/N) ever heard her phone ringing at 3 a.m., she could be sure it was a text from Hyunjin saying he loved her. He’d do it every single night before bed, no matter how much he just wanted to bury himself in the pillows after a long day, he couldn’t sleep without talking to her. Similarly, the first thing he did after opening his eyes the next morning was send her another text, wishing her a good day even though he was late for practice.

Besides their busy lives and the never ending fear of having their relationship revealed to the world, they were happy. They made it work. Hyunjin showered her with love every little chance he got, and (Y/N) couldn’t remember the last time she felt so at peace with someone. Hyunjin was her safe place. The way he made her feel like she was the only girl in the world was reason enough for her to want to spend the rest of her life with him.

Everything was perfect. Until, one day, it wasn’t.

It started out slowly, unnoticeably. (Y/N) was getting ready to go to the dorms to watch a movie with Hyunjin when, suddenly and without a proper reason, he canceled. They did not see each other that week. Maybe she should’ve read in-between the lines, asked if there was something wrong. She should’ve noticed something was going on, even if to this day she still doesn’t know what happened. But everything felt so good. She wasn’t about to be paranoid over the first good thing that happened to her in a while.

So she let it pass. She let it pass when he stopped texting, because he must have been too tired to be on his phone, and he deserved to rest. She let it pass when he stopped putting up effort to plan their dates, and she let it pass when they stopped going out. She let it pass when he started to be rude over nothing. She let it pass when his love turned into coldness and he couldn’t even look her in the eyes anymore.

She let it pass because, deep down, she loved him. She really did. Hyunjin was the only person in her mind, the one that still made her stomach twist and her toes curl every time he smiled. The boy appeared in all of her dreams, and even thinking about letting him go was too much to bear. Even though it hurt to see Hyunjin becoming more and more distant, it was still more comforting to incompletely have him than not having him at all. She couldn’t let go.

That’s why she stayed. That’s why she is now sitting in her hotel room alone, phone illuminating her features while tears start to form at the corner of her eyes. She was in Europe to perform at a KPop Festival on the weekend, having arrived a few hours before. Fortunately, Stray Kids would perform too, giving (Y/N) and Hyunjin the perfect excuse to see each other.

Well, not so fortunately. Despite promising to meet her, Hyunjin was 3 hours late. She had called him 2 hours before, but was greeted with a “I’m gonna call you back in five”. He obviously didn’t call. He wasn’t coming. Instead, she received a photo from one of her members, Hyunjin side-hugging some stupid female idol she couldn’t remember the name while he smiled at her the way he used to smile at (Y/N). The two were talking with the rest of his members, everyone seeming to have a lot of fun while (Y/N) laid in bed, sobbing her heart out.

She knows she shouldn’t make more of a fool of herself, but she couldn’t care less as she opened her messages’ app, deciding to text him one final time before taking off her makeup and going to bed, alone.

where are you? weren’t you coming to meet me today?, she typed shortly, her eyes starting to sting again.

Surprisingly, Hyunjin answered in no time.

sorry, babygirl, but i can’t tonight.

And just like that, she felt her heart sinking more and more, until it seemed like it wasn’t there at all. After going through so much, the pain started to feel numbing. Sadness started to become too familiar. Although she wouldn’t like to admit it, suffering started to feel way too close to her identity. Feeling her tears soaking through her shirt, (Y/N) buried herself even more in-between the sheets, hoping the bed would swallow her whole and transport her to a world where everything was still fine and she was still happy. A world where Hyunjin was still hers.

[...]

The swift motioning of the covers woke her up. Barely being able to open her swollen eyes, (Y/N) stared at the clock in the nightstand: 4:16 a.m.

Turning to her other side, the girl was greeted with Hyunjin’s tired eyes.

“Where were you?”, she managed to whisper, her sleepy brain still trying to process what was happening. She found it hard to picture Hyunjin in the darkened room, but his breath was right at her face, smelling like the mint gum the boy liked to have before kissing her.

“I was hanging out with the boys, babe. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

Hyunjin reached for her waist underneath the covers, pulling her closer to his figure. His hands were cold against her body, causing goosebumps to raise all over her skin. The sensation somehow made her blood boil, her peaceful sleep interrupted just because Hyunjin wanted to say his lame apologies before bed. (Y/N) was so mad. She wanted to yell at him, and she could already picture all of her resentment flowing out of her at once as she made Hyunjin feel the same way she did a few hours before. The same way he made her feel so many times before. She wanted him to feel just how hurt she was for once. She hoped it would hurt him too. But just as she was about to decline his apology, their eyes met.

Having finally adjusted to the lack of light, she was greeted by his puppy gaze, all of the angriness inside of her dissipating in a minute. It transported her to a time in which those eyes felt like home. They had made her feel loved so many times. Maybe he really was sorry, because how would his eyes be so sincere if he wasn’t? How would his eyes feel like the very first night they got together if he wasn’t? It was easy to forgive him. It was always easy to forgive him.

Nodding, she rested her head on his chest, tiredness already forcing her eyes close as his heartbeats lulled her back to sleep. Fighting the urge to just fall into unconsciousness, she whispered again:

“Who was that girl you were hugging earlier?”, she felt his pulse pick up its pace, but her foggy brain couldn’t come up with a reason why.

“Dayeon?”, (Y/N) finally named the idol in her head, humming in agreement as she remembered the girl was part of a group from Pledis Entertainment. “She’s just a friend from my trainee days. I’ve known her for, like, my whole life”.

“Hmm”, she murmured again as she finally went back to sleep, Hyunjin’s warmth bringing her comfort as she was able to feel him close for the first time in a while.

[...]

The chilly air of autumn made her cheeks ache a little, but it was refreshing to walk outside for a change. After 5 weeks of promoting their latest comeback, (Y/N)’s group finally had a few days off, and she couldn’t be more relieved to be spending some time taking care of herself. It also felt incredible that Hyunjin had just called her over to his place. She couldn’t even remember the last time they just chilled in his room in each other’s embrace, so she almost ran from her dorms as soon as she read the message.

Taking the elevator to his floor, the girl made sure she looked presentable. Her lips were a little dry, but nothing some kisses couldn’t take care of. She felt happy. Hope was slowly but surely blooming in her heart, and it felt amazing. The colors were more vibrant than ever, and life started to make sense again. It was nice to see herself genuinely smiling again.

She almost couldn’t contain her excitement as she walked to his door, the butterflies in her stomach making a mess. Knocking one, two, three times, she could hear all the boys talking at once inside, and no one came to the door.

Trying the doorknob, she noticed it was open and welcomed herself into the apartment, smelling pizza in the air. Her stomach churned, and the girl laughed to herself.

Inside the apartment, it was pretty obvious her group's latest comeback was playing in the living room, and all the boys were talking altogether. She felt happiness bubbling in her chest again. The song had been the first her group wrote and produced without help from the company, and they were extremely proud of how it turned out. Listening to it always made her feel good.

Getting close to where they were, she could finally understand what they were talking about, and she immediately stopped in her tracks.

“Gosh, this song is so annoying. Someone turn it off!” Jisung's voice could be heard clearly, making her eyes start tearing up.

“Right? I can't believe they had 7 wins with this trash”, this time it was Minho the one to voice his opinion.

“Did you notice (Y/N)'s dancing, too? It looks terrible, I feel like she put on a little weight and can't coordinate herself”, at this, the tears were already flowing freely through her face. It only made things worse that Hyunjin was the one to comment on her body, one of the few people whom she trusted to be naked with.

“I noticed it too. You guys don't even look that good together anymore, you're too much for her”, they all made it look so simple, so easy to hate her. Hate her music, hate her body, her personality. Thinking Hyunjin looks better without her. It made her heart hurt more and more, the sensation becoming unbearable the more time passed.

Ignoring all this, she entered the living room, lips trembling and face still wet.

“Hyunjin, we need to talk.”

[...]

Hyunjin stared into her eyes, waiting until she felt ready to talk. The air was thick with the truth of it all hanging between them, but the girl couldn’t bring herself to let out a word. More tears ran freely through her face, and her boyfriend finally took the initiative to dry them.

“What is it, kitten?” He asked, choosing to completely ignore the fact he knew exactly what happened. She took a big breath, closing her eyes.

“Hyunjin, do you still love me?” She whispered, fighting to get her voice to sound understandable. She was tired. So tired.

“Of course I do, baby. I’m sorry, ok?” He cupped her face with his hands, standing impossibly closer to her. “The boys are idiots, you know that. You know I love you more than anything.” He started to kiss her cheeks, leading the way until he pressed his lips to hers. “Please, don’t cry anymore. I’m here now.”

She chose to hide herself in his chest, the warmth of his body working to relax her nerves and throwing everything they said into the back of her brain. Hyunjin held her tight, running his hands through her scalp. She just wanted to forget, distract herself until it stopped hurting. The girl breathed in his scent, his favorite cologne mixed with soap. She had missed him so, so much.

“Let’s lie down for a bit and watch a movie, hm? What do you think?” She nodded, feeling the boy tuck her into his bed. He hugged her from behind, letting her choose what they would be watching, leaving kisses in her neck.

She knew there must be something real still in him. In their relationship. She just couldn’t help the way Hyunjin had made her. Good, compliant, dependent. He was everything to her, and she couldn’t help but think her life was not worth living without him, even if it felt as though he was killing her slowly. She could only hope. Hope that hopeless would change overtime.

She drifted to sleep and, for a while, everything was fine again.

[darkeunology]

♡ Love is the Warmest Colour ♡

Word Count: 3228 (I'm amazed it's this long)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gunshot injuries, normal Criminal Minds violence, kidnapping, torture mentions (No explicit details)

Summary: In a world where soulmates feel each other's pain, you and Derek seem to be oblivious to each other's pains.

Not proof read. Not sure how I feel about this one tbh.

Soulmate: Noun: A person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. 

Everyone in the world had someone who was destined to be their soulmate. It was a tale told to every child as a bedtime story, the exact way soulmates were known to each other. Shared pain - all soulmates in the world feel each other’s pain, Every scratch, punch or bump, soulmates feel it all but are never left with the physical marks from the injuries. 

Maybe not so surprisingly, a lot of people never actually found their soulmates, getting injured close enough to your soulmate so that both of you would realise anything was quite rare a feat, most people gave up trying to find their soulmate by their 20s, not wanting to waste their life trying to find the person suited best for them. Including you, once you’d hit 25, you’d given up - you thought it would be great if you did ever find them, but you weren’t holding out hope for it anymore, you’d now just ignore any of the pains you’d ever felt from your soulmate, which annoyingly for you, was a very common occurrence. 

—---------

As a child, a common question that was asked during class was ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ Everyone else in the class would always have an answer to this, Vet, Astronaut, Writer, Fireman, to name a few, but you never once had an answer, never a clear one anyway, you had no idea what you actually wanted to do in life, and even once you’d finished high school, you chose to not go to college, instead choosing to unfortunately bounce between jobs, starting out at retail, before moving to waitressing until eventually moving to the job you were in now, a barista at your local coffee shop. 

It wasn’t quite the life you or your parents had ever imagined for you, but you were happy enough; sure, you were living paycheck to paycheck, and you weren’t really able to treat yourself as much as you’d wished to, but it worked for you, and now, being in your 20s, you weren’t really sure how you could do anything else with your life. 

It wasn’t until the day you very nearly died when you decided you wanted to do something different. 

You’d just finished a lunchtime shift at the coffee shop, planning to go to the store quickly before you went back to your apartment, a good friend of yours coming round to have a girls night together after a long week at work. You never managed to make it home that night. Whilst walking to the store, a van stopped next to you, a young man poking his head out the window, asking you how to get to the highway from where he was. After quickly telling him where to drive, you turned your back to the van, about to start walking again when you felt yourself be grabbed from behind, a large hand covering your mouth to stop a scream from escaping - no matter how hard you tried to fight off the hands on you, nothing would loosen his grip as he pulled you into the back of the van, landing a quick, hard punch to your head, knocking you out immediately. 

When you finally woke up, you were tied up on what felt like a dentist’s chair. All your clothes except for your underwear missing from your body. A shiver ran through your body from the chill in the room you were in, the chill getting worse when the men who kidnapped you walked into the room you were in, menacing smirks lining their faces. 

Once your friend hadn’t been able to get in contact with you after you’d failed to get back to your apartment after work, they called the police, knowing that you would never be late coming home without letting her know beforehand, she knew deep down something had happened to you, especially with the news recently of young women being kidnapped and murdered in the are you lived in. She’d seen on the news that the FBI had already been called in after the last murder after seeing the press conference on the news the other night, she told them everything they needed to know and hoped that they’d be able to find you in time. 

Unsure of just how much time it had been since you’d been kidnapped, all you could focus on was the pain running through your body from the hours of torture you’d had to endure. It felt like you’d been here for days when in reality it had only been a few hours. The only thing that had kept you going the whole time was the hope that your friend called someone when you never showed up to meet her at your apartment. That hope finally coming true when a tall, dark skinned man jogged into the room, FBI vest on his body and a gun held firmly in his hands, “I’ve got the victim.” he spoke into his comms before placing his gun back into his holster, walking up to you, a gentle smile on his face, “Hey, sweetheart. I’m agent Derek Morgan with the FBI. You’re safe now alright. Medics are on their way down.” he spoke gently, his hands moving to carefully untie you from the chair. 

Derek stuck by your side every moment until they put you in the back of the ambulance, keeping you comfortable as everything buzzed around you, only leaving you when the ambulance left for the hospital.

He was the one good thing you tried to focus on whenever you had nightmares about the kidnapping. It took months of therapy, months of being scared to leave your house alone again before you were finally ready and able to do something about your life. You guess it’s because of what you went through, but you decided that you wanted to do what was done for you, you wanted to help people in the worst moments of their lives; so you went back to school, studying criminal profiling and psychology, graduating 3 years later before luckily managing to get a position in the BAU, the same unit who saved you nearly 4 years previously.  

—--------

Derek remembered when he was told about soulmates by his parents, his sisters told him afterwards that they all had the same talk when they were the same age. He was told one night as he was being put to bed, his parents telling him that there was one special person in the world who was a perfect fit for him, a person who he might never find but someone that would never be better for him. He was told that was how his parents met each other, his dad being hurt during a police job with his mother luckily being close enough to him that they knew almost in that moment they were meant for each other. He was told that any physical pains he would ever have would be felt by his soulmate and any pains his soulmate had would have, he would feel himself. 

As Derek grew older, he never really put much thought into soulmates, he knew how unlikely it actually was that he’d ever meet his true soulmate, with just how big America was, and the fact they might not even be American. He just figured that if he was going to find his soulmate, it would happen naturally - so, like most people, he dated anyone he wanted to, not caring, nor worrying if they weren’t his soulmate. 

At night sometimes, as much as he would never tell people, he would often imagine what life might be like with his soulmate, or just exactly how he would meet them. He mildly envied the people who had actually managed to find their soulmate, wondering how they got so lucky with how large the world is. 

Sometimes Derek would think he didn’t even have a soulmate, he often wouldn’t feel any random pains, only sometimes getting a pain in his foot, almost like his soulmate had just stubbed their toe somewhere - or sometimes a harsh pain in his arm, maybe a needle injection or someone hitting their shoulder too hard as they walked past them. 

So, even as Derek was for some reason in a lot more pain than he normally was, he didn’t really think too much of it. He was used to pain from his job so it didn’t really feel like much to him, he thought you were just going through a bad day. 

He never connected the pieces, even after his pain stopped once you’d been rescued. 

—-------

Nervous was an understatement as you stood in the elevator going up to the BAU office, you hid it behind a gentle smile as the doors opened, asking the first person you saw how to find Aaron Hotchner’s office. 

After getting your directions, you headed through the glass doors into the main office, walking up to Hotchner’s office to the curious looks of the other members of the team. You knocked on the door, walking in once you’d heard a ‘come in’ from the other side of the door. 

“Hi. Aaron Hotchner?” you asked, a smile on your face as you held your box full of your things in your hands, 

The man nodded behind his desk, standing and walking round the other side to be able to shake your hand, something you were just able to do with the box you were balancing. “Hi, yes. You must be Y/N,” he spoke, waiting for your nod of acknowledgement before he continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Everyone else has just gone into the meeting room. I’ll show you your desk then we’ll go up to meet everyone.” he explained, a small smile on his face the whole time, before he led you out of his office, quickly showing you your desk so you could place the box down before leading you up to the meeting room, walking in before you, “Everyone, meet our new agent, this is Y/N L/N.” he spoke to the team, 

It took a moment for everyone to introduce themselves, Derek was the last to speak, “You seem familiar,” he spoke after he’d said his name. Everyone else took that to mean something different, since they all knew what Derek was like most of the time, so they were surprised when they heard Spencer speak, “Yeah, he’s right.” Causing the rest of the team to try and remember why two of their team knew your face. 

Sighing lightly, you glanced at Aaron, who already knew of your past, he nodded gently, signalling that you can tell them if you wanted to, “I must just have a familiar face.” you spoke, shrugging your shoulders. 

Thankfully for you, the team dropped it. Derek still giving you looks every so often, trying to figure out where he knew you from. 

—----

It had been a few weeks of working in the BAU, you’d managed to fit into the team really well. Already going on many girls nights with JJ, Emily and Garcia. You got on with the males in your team as well, but nowhere near as well as the girls. Garcia being the one you told everything to, including the day you were kidnapped and rescued by the BAU, and opening up to her about the small feelings you had for a certain Derek Morgan.

You’d also had a lot more pains from your soulmate in the past few weeks, nothing too bad, just some hard hits every so often, one being a nasty hit on your ribs one day at the end of a case, you standing with Emily and practically doubling over in the sudden pain that shot through your abdomen, “You good?” Emily asked, concern laced through her voice, 

“Yeah.” you gasped out, “I don’t know what happened, that just really hurt for a moment.”

“Must be your soulmate.” Emily spoke, you nodded in response, 

“Yeah, it must be.”

When you and Emily found out that Derek had been shot in his abdomen, luckily only causing a harsh bruise due to his vest, Emily was the only one who connected the dots about the pain you felt that day, deciding not to tell anyone else about her thoughts. 

—-----

“You alright sugar?” Garcia spoke when she saw Derek, noticing the obvious look of discomfort on his face, 

“Yeah, baby girl. Just got an awful headache, I took painkillers ages ago and it just hasn’t done anything.” he spoke, rubbing his temples, he knew from the fact that painkillers hadn’t worked that it would be a soulmate pain, 

“Soulmate maybe?” Garcia spoke, 

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” He spoke, smiling at Garcia before getting back to work. 

It wasn’t until he sat down at his desk and saw you taking some painkillers when something clicked, “You good Y/N?” Derek asked, grabbing your attention and the attention of Emily who was sitting nearby at her desk. 

“Really bad headache. Painkillers are only helping a small amount.” you sighed. 

Emily was only looking towards Derek, a knowing look on her face, watching as Derek looked towards her, realisation slowly showing on his face, “Let me know if I can do anything to help.” he spoke, before turning back around, his only thought being that his soulmate was potentially his colleague. 

—----------

Oftentimes when you’d come into work, you’d go into Garcia’s bat cave, getting her some coffee and having a little chat before the work began.

A knock on the door interrupted you and Garcia this morning, “We’re meeting now. We have a new case.” JJ spoke as she poked her head in, her face looking grim. Both of you stood, grabbing your coffee mugs and heading over to the meeting room, being the last two to come in,

“We’re going to Florida.” JJ spoke, turning on the TV on the wall, “There’s been a series of murders, all women in their late 20s, all being found dumped in remote areas.” 

“Any sexual assault?” Derek asked.

“All of them had signs of sexual assault, yes.” JJ answered. “Newest victim is Stephanie Leigh, she was kidnapped yesterday evening after a night out at a local club.”

“All of these women were killed two days after they were kidnapped, meaning we have under 48 hours to find her alive.” Hotch spoke, his face serious like always, “Wheels up in 20.” he finished, getting up from his seat first as everyone else followed. 

—--------

You and Derek were in the car driving to the club where the recent victim was taken from, 

“I think I figured out where I remember you from.” Derek spoke, filling the silence that had surrounded you both for a while, 

“Oh yeah.” you spoke, knowing that Derek probably had, and dreading having to tell him he was right. 

“I think around 4 years ago, maybe more, we were called out to a local kidnapping case, the local cops were investigating someone kidnapping local young females and murdering them after torturing them for a few days, normally 2, but he’d accelerated his timeline on the last victim. We’d found the last body then a few hours later we were told of someone else being kidnapped - it was you.” He turned to look at you for a moment before putting his eyes back on the road,

“You were the one that found me first.” you spoke. Silence filled the car again for a moment, “I never told any of you purely because I just wanted to try and forget about it. I figured some of you might recognise me, but I hoped that you’d rescued so many people that you wouldn't necessarily remember one person you’d helped. Clearly though, you knew, and I think so does Spencer.” you looked towards Derek, “I’ll tell everyone else eventually” 

“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” he spoke quietly, 

“Don’t be.” You shook your head, “I needed to thank you anyway. All of you really. But you stayed by my side from the moment you found me until the ambulance left,” you paused, looking back at Derek, “I don’t think you realise how much I appreciated that.” you finished quietly, a sad tone in your voice. 

Derek turned and nodded gently at you, not saying anything else until you guys arrived at the club, continuing on with the case you were working. 

—--------

“I think we found our guy.” Hotch spoke after Garcia had finished her round of research she was given, the team headed out, finding the warehouse where the unsub should be holding the missing girl, rushing to get there before he murdered her just like the others. 

Spencer and you went round the back together along with some swat agents and other cops, checking each room until you saw the unsub running from you both, alerting the agents who were left outside, Derek being one of them. 

“We found the victim, she’s alive.” Emily spoke into the comms, just before Hotch spoke, 

“Offender running on foot northwest, me and Derek are in pursuit.” Spencer, you, Emily and Rossi all ran out of the warehouse, knowing the victim was safe with the rest of the police and the medics, hopping in one of the SUVs and going out to find Hotch and Derek. 

All in one moment, the most intense pain you’d felt before rang through your shoulder and your leg, causing you to yelp out in pain, making everyone else in the car jump, “Y/N!” Spence exclaimed, being the one sitting next to you in the back, “You okay?” he asked, at the same time Hotch spoke on the radio, 

“Shots fired, Agent down. I need medics to my location.” he practically shouted, the message finishing just as the SUV turned the corner to the alley they were in, Derek on the floor with Hotch knelt next to him. 

Confusion rung through you, the realisation never actually hitting you due to the pain in your body distracting you too much to think straight, “I can’t believe you’re a profiler and you haven’t figured it out yet.” Emily chuckled lightly, looking towards you with disbelief. 

“What?” you asked dumbly, 

“Get out the car and go to your damn soulmate.” she spoke again. You didn’t even think twice once the realisation hit you in the face, you jumped out the car, kneeling on the other side of Derek, one hand cupping his face, 

“Hey sweetheart.” he spoke, a small smile on his face even through the pain of the wounds. 

“Hey soulmate.” you smiled, “That hurt quite a lot you know?” finishing with a chuckle, Derek also chuckling before groaning in pain. “Sorry.” you whispered, noticing the pain he was in. 

“I’m taking you on a date once I’m better.” Derek told you, one of his hands coming to hold yours which was still on his face. 

“You better.” chuckling, you leant down and laid a small kiss on Derek’s forehead as the rest of the team watched on, smiles on their faces, relieved that the two of you finally figured it all out, even if you needed Emily to spell it out for you to realise.

[pocato]

So, I had this idea in my head, after reading fics like "My Brother's Not Normally a Psychopath, Promise!", "Keeping Secrets", "The Heartfilia Quest", "my Brother, The Devil", "Reborn from the Fires of the Scorned", "true brothers, Dragoneel brothers", etc...

I need to make a collection of these fics, my god.

An interpretation of Fairy Tail... because I would like to see the world where natsu remembers his brother.

I don't think I'll change too much, but I would like to explore the world without the comedy aspect that the original has going on. It feels a bit like the creator is pushing back developtment for a gig... which Dragon Ball does as well, but I also like to take the implications a bit more seriously.

The story would be pretty much the same chronologically, but there's small changes that affect the events. and I'll like to explore the relations the characters have with each other.

Delve deep into Natsu's character as an anchor for his guild, while at the same time being unable to confide in them because they don't share his beliefs, and how that isolates him from the others.

Natsu being a S-class wizard because if I'm taking away some of the comedic factors, then I can make him one of the recognized strongest of the guild. Just, it feels like he can be so much more than just a goofy battering ram. Don't get me wrong, I love how he fights with others and some of his more silly moments, but if he remembers shit in this take, he could be more mature than he lets on.

Maybe is not Makarov the one to find Natsu, but Gildarts, on a mission, stumbles upon a kid who doesn't speak Fioran near a zone with traces of black magic. It takes a while for them to come back to Magnolia, and even longer for Natsu to even want to join Fairy Tail.

There's a barrier between everyone and him, first language, then culture, and later we add political opinions, but Natsu still does everything in his power to make sure they're happy and safe, while keeping his own identity and core values as much as he can.

Most arc could happen the same, but the Edolas Arc to be honest doesn't really bring anything to the plate, so I'm probably gonna restructure it so Lissana is alive, but truly amnesia under the care of the exceeds, who are being hunted by the same guys who were in the Key of the Starry Skies arc and mix those 2.

Why a 7 year timeskip? It doesn't sound bad on paper but I don't understand why keep them inside so long without aging. Besides the time for grown of the other Dragon slayers.

Then, from the GMG to the Giant Village arcs, while similar to canon, They may adapt because Natsu knows his origins, and the guild becomes even more hostile to anything with Zeref on the small print. The Flame dragon tells the others how the black wizard and his strongest creation were turning points in the Great Conflict, thanks to funding a third faction which fought dragons and kept humans in line.

No need for the Eclipsed Zodiacs tbh, let's just enjoy a bit more slice of life. Maybe the movies can go here?

Tartaros is when shit truly hits the fan, Natsu is taken to the Etherious, and they aren't willing to give him back. Mard Geer has a plan to try to defeat Acnologia, but at the cost of Fiore. Fairy Tail is passed and goes on the offensive to defeat Zeref creations, while Natsu is stuck in the middle trying to stop those he loves from killing each other.

Mard Geer has a way to control Natsu, because he has grown fond of life, and isn’t willing to die. That means keeping Zeref alive is priority, and anything that can kill him should be contained or eliminated if possible. He won't allow for the most perfect Etherious to accomplish their mission. He'll never face death!!! Until Zeref finds out where Natsu is at, what Mard Geer has done, and how he and rips the master of Tartaros' book apart to save his brother.

Igneel still dies, the plan to kill acnologia being stopped, and the whole guild is relieved. The demons are gone, Acnologia is weakened, and Natsu will soon come back with them.

Only, he doesn't. He goes away, but not far, and no one looks for him. The guild disbands. Lucy mourns her contract with Aquarius. Happy goes with Carla and Wendy to make sure she's fine, they promisedto teach Frosch and Lector how to use Aria, after all. And Natsu...

He's tired. No one is close to offer him a shoulder to cry on. Everyone has left him (again). He wanders and stumbles upon his old home, somehow still mostly whole after so long. He goes to his parents' graves, and rest there. Footsteps wake him, it's his brother who had come to pay respect to them, and they meet each other eyes...

Natsu isn't willing to let each other be alone anymore, and Zeref isn't evil enough to say no to his baby brother.

Alvarez is the breath of fresh air Natsu needed. He talks with his brother about his exploits and findings, and finally manages to break through his walls to try to find a way to break the curse. Some Etherious are brought back to do this. This would probably change the ending.

(Also, Fairy heart and Natsu situation have some things in common or I'm just reaching?)

Ankhseram is the one who started this, and they'll finish that god to finally find some peace. Probably will end up making him a demonic Deithy who managed to reach godhood by miscommunication and crazy cultist. In the end, it just wants to consume souls to get stronger.

And with miscommunication as a theme, I'll probably tackle the magic council, because they are shifty as fuck tbh.

I don't know enough about the 100 years quest, but it woul be interesting to explore Ignia and natsu relationship here... and maybe the burnout that natsu could experience after such a big battle.

Oh! And I'll probably redesign most characters a bit... Just so they wear different stuff, and also help me allude to some things... Natsu demon form also gets an upgrade because I have THOUGHS about fire, demons, reincarnation, and certain birds, which raises from the ashes.

This is all over the place, plz help me organize the idea asking me questions.

[bakerstreethound]

To Another Year

Relationship: Sherlock x lestrade!sibling reader

Warnings: mentions of fireworks, alcohol, Molly makes the briefest appearance, slight hints of jealousy, and Sherlock is a little grumpy

Summary: When the party for the new year begins at 221B, you reflect upon your year and the many blessings it's given you - that one of a new family, both blood and chosen.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 1.09k+

A/N: Happy 2024 everyone! Let's hope it's a good one. University has had me in a whirlwind this past semester and up to this winter course I'm on the tail end of. I hope to continue writing and posting more stories about our beloved detective. I know this is a few days, almost a week short of the new year, but it is Sherlock's birthday, so this works as a two-for-one gift. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. As always comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated. Huge shoutout to @strangelockd for beta reading and helping with the title! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

Mrs. Hudson rushed into the room, a bottle of champagne in one hand, the other holding a tray of sweets balanced precariously on the platter. You smiled, making your way over to help before John shoved you aside, taking the platter from her in stride. 

“Let me get that for you, Mrs. Hudson, ah yes these look swell!” John grinned, and you rolled your eyes, joining him as he popped a brownie in his mouth. 

You chuckled, biting into one as well, letting the warmth coat your tongue and suddenly you felt like a child again. “Oh, Mrs. Hudson you’ve outdone yourself truly. These are fantastic!” 

She chuckled while pulling out the glasses, clearing the table in the kitchen from the remnants of Sherlock’s experiments you’d cleared away, but somehow mysteriously popped up again.

You groaned in exasperation. You couldn’t remember the last time the kitchen, or the table for that matter had been clear of experiments or Sherlock’s current fixations. 

“Say, where is Sherlock?” John asked, taking another brownie from the tray. 

You shrugged, taking a sip from the champagne Mrs. Hudson handed you. “I haven’t the faintest idea. If he had any plans he didn't tell me.”

“Since when does he ever have plans other than dragging us along on cases?” John nudged you playfully and you sighed. 

“Sherlock always likes to go off and run around without regard to us,” Mrs. Hudson pipped in, taking a sip from her glass.” But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun without him. Surely he’s bound to show up.” 

“Oh, I’m sure he will, he’s been on a few holiday cases up in Cardiff, from what Greg has told me,” you smiled. Speaking of the devil your phone buzzed and you moved with John and Mrs. Hudson to the living room where you promptly seated yourself in Sherlock’s chair, John following suit in his own while Mrs. Hudson sat on the couch you’d pulled closer to the chairs. 

You pulled open the text from your brother, your smile widening. Greg’s message was a selfie of him hauling a grocery bag, likely offerings for the party accompanied by an “on my way!” and a profuse apology for being late as Scotland Yard refused to close at a decent hour.

Well, a decent hour for Greg would be five, so he could sleep earlier and be to work at an even earlier time. Between the both of you, you’re more the night owl.

You take another sip of your drink, watching as John set up festive music on the telly, and opening the curtains where you were met with a rich dark sky littered with stars, the moon glowing softly. You admire the sight and you can’t imagine anything better than this or anywhere you’d rather be. 

Your phone buzzed again, met with another text from Greg. Make sure to keep Sherlock in line. 

Thanks, Greg, you think. If you had any idea where he was you would be sure to do so as he was your significant other. Yet communication on large cases tended to hinder his whereabouts. 

Pretty sure John will do a fine job once we find out where the hell Sherlock went, you shot back. 

“What’s this Grantham wants?” Sherlock burst through the door in all his glory, his beautiful Belstaff billowing around him as he fiddled with his phone. Joh chuckled, rolling his eyes at the absurdity and you huffed in amusement. 

“Wonderful to see you too my dear. Welcome home!” You rise to greet Sherlock but he’s over next to you in an instant pulling you in for a hug.

You fall into him, sure that Mrs. Hudson is giggling in a corner sending a meaningful look to John. You don’t care in the slightest, not anymore. Sherlock was always yours and you are his, despite the doubts you had from time to time through the years. 

“Oi, come on you two lovebirds is this a party or what?” Greg beamed, patting John on the shoulder, raising a glass to Mrs. Hudson. It didn’t take him long to find the drinks, you chuckled to yourself, pecking Sherlock’s cheek. “Also, my brother's name is not Grantham. You should know this by now.”

“Smart girl that one is,” Greg said, “yet she gets herself involved with the likes of Sherlock. I’ll never understand it. The Lestrades like danger over stability it seems.” 

“Oh knock it off you all,” Mrs. Hudson admonished. “At least take a few more drinks and at least eat. I bet you all haven’t eaten since lunch, and likely skipped breakfast as well.” 

You cast her a look, for she knew you all too well. “Of course, Mrs. Hudson,” you pulled yourself from Sherlock’s embrace even though it was agony to do so, your mind screaming for you to pull yourself up against him and drown in his kisses and warmth.

You quickly give your brother a hug and Greg grinned good-naturedly as you squeezed him tight. It’d been weeks since you’d seen him given the business of the holidays.

It was nice to finally settle down without the impeding stress of work and other responsibilities, relinquishing yourself to the relaxation amongst friends and family. It was why you cherished moments such as these and when you hugged Sherlock again, ruffling his curls, as he grumped, but you knew deep down he enjoyed it. 

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Soon enough you’re all full of champagne, a filling meal, and in generally good spirits. Molly made a chance to stop by, too, and you pulled her into a warm embrace. She blushed in the dim light, not expecting it from you. You couldn’t blame her for having a crush on Sherlock all those years, but your mutual jealousy between you had faded with time and you’d come to enjoy her company.

You hand her a glass, eyes shining in mirth and at that moment you know you’ll be alright. With your found family and kin in the room, all felt right. 

Perhaps the year would be a good one after all. 

You found Sherlock in his chair observing the quieter atmosphere as everyone settled, talking quietly. You noted the way his fingers tapped on the chair impatiently and you carefully situated yourself in his lap, setting your half-empty glass on the side table.

From the window, fireworks light the sky in all their glory and soft cheers ring through 221B. You brush your lips against Sherlock’s, and he welcomes you into the dawn of what hopefully will be one of the best years in your memory.

******