"girl who is going to be okay" back with the hard hour!
i know you tend to write more dominant and sexier y/ns (which i think are chef's kiss, esp the doms) but when it comes to jaemin for some reason i always imagine him with a less experienced y/n.
he wants to be oh so sweet to you, taking his time by slowly dragging his cock through your warm walls, his head nuzzled in your neck, but you just won't stop squeezing around him out of nervousness. idk why but the image of a man trying his hardest to restrain himself from going the pace that he wants, having to come to a still multiple times while all the way inside you to just take a breather and calm down, is just so hot?
jaemin x afab!reader
wc: 6.4k
warnings: pwop LOL, established relationship, inexperienced reader, desperate jaemin, dry humping, fingering, praise, oral, protected sex, soft dom!jaemin, sub!reader
a/n: don't ask me what happened... i lost the fight against jaemin brainrot...
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jaemin has been trying to control himself recently.
heâs always been more cautious with you knowing that you still get shy around him. he asks if he can kiss you, softly placing his lips on yours. his hands never grip too tight around your waist, and they never wander down too far. unless itâs you whoâs initiating the touching, heâll keep his hands to himself to stop the need to hold you tight against him.
even if he wants to.
itâs been an ongoing struggle recently. he doesnât know why, but heâs been filled with the need to have your warm walls around his length. on the late nights where youâre not there with him, heâs left alone to fuck his fist, imagining itâs you wrapped around him. heâd be so good to you, taking care of your every need.
he knows that heâs supposed to take it slow with you. you opened up to him saying that you were more inexperienced and that you were open to trying things with him. you just wanted to take it slow, you werenât in a rush. he obviously respected your opinion, but he canât help the thoughts that flooded his mind.
all he could manage was a soft smile and a press of his lips onto yours. he couldnât wait to have you how you wanted.
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jaemin wants you to come onto him. he doesnât want to pressure you into something youâre not ready for yet.Â
itâs one night where youâre both watching a movie. youâre cuddled up into his side, trying hard to pay attention to the movie playing in front of you. youâre not sure whatâs gotten into you, but you canât stop thinking about jaemin. heâs not doing anything, his hand is smoothing over your side as he watches the movie.Â
you keep thinking of your words from the other day. you were the one who suggested going slow, but as youâre sitting next to him now, youâre not sure how youâre supposed to hold up your words. you donât know how to bring it up. youâre not even sure what exactly it is that you want.
you can feel heat building up in your body, your cheeks growing hot the more time you spend at jaeminâs side. you bury your head into his shoulder, and jaemin coos at the sight of you. you almost feel guilty for feeling so⌠like this while he has no idea. you can feel frustration build up inside you, tears threatening to prick at your eyes as you want something youâre not even used to.
you accidentally let out a soft whine, immediately slapping a hand around your mouth. you pull away from jaemin, your shocked eyes looking into his. he looks more worried than anything, his eyes scanning all across your face as he asks, âare you alright, angel? is anything wrong?â
he watches as you shake your head no. for a moment, heâs worried for you, his hands moving to hold yours as he checks over you. heâs quick to realize how your thighs are squeezing together. itâs easy for him to pick up whatâs wrong with you. thereâs a small smile on his face when he puts one of his hands on your cheek, âyou feel hot. you need to tell me whatâs wrong so i can help you.â
judging by how heâs looking at you, you can tell he probably already knows whatâs wrong. you let out a shaky breath, unable to come up with any words. his thumb rubs softly into the skin of your cheek as you nuzzle into his touch. you take a deep breath before you speak, âi⌠i need your help, jaemin.â
he tilts his head, âwith what?â
âw-want you to⌠touch me.â before he can do anything, you reach for his hand, placing it softly onto your thigh. he stares at it, squeezing lightly as he feels around. heâs touched you before, but thereâs a difference between now and the quick, soft touches that he usually lays onto you. youâre asking him to touch you in a voice heâs never heard from you before.
he calls out your name, getting your attention as he stares into your eyes. you slowly move toward him, softly placing your lips onto his. thatâs all he needs, your confirmation as he molds his lips against you. his hands hold your face, keeping you still as your hands stay on the couch. one eventually makes it to his thigh, lightly touching it like he touched you earlier.
he lets you pull away from the kiss to take a breath. he finds himself slightly out of breath, too caught up with the feeling of your lips. he wants to feel you closer to him, despite you sitting right by him. he clears his throat, âcan i try something?â
you whisper out a yes. he tells you to stand up as you watch him get more comfortable on the couch, spreading his legs apart. he looks up at you, patting his thighs, âcome and sit down.â
the initial nervousness comes back as you feel more heat bloom in your face. your hands squeeze into fists as you debate on what you should do. it doesnât last long, though. thereâs a need for you to be close to him, to have him hold you as you kiss him. you want to feel the heat of his body against you as he kisses you.
you move slowly as you settle yourself on top of his thighs. itâs not uncomfortable, but youâre nervous to have him this close to you. heâs smiling at you, his hands sliding up on your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. he bats his eyelashes at you, âdo you still want to kiss?â
nodding, you learn forward to press your lips onto his. youâre mindful of how youâre sitting on him, not wanting to put all your weight down on him. heâs quick to run his hands down your sides, getting you to fully sit down on him.Â
he hums against you, gripping down onto your waist. he has you so close, and he can feel how warm you are against him. his tongue darts out, licking at your bottom lip. you open up slightly, letting his tongue lick into your mouth. itâs different from the soft kisses he gives you, and you welcome it as you move your tongue against his.
a soft whine escapes you, and before jaemin can try to get you to make that sound again, you instinctively roll your hips down onto his thigh. jaemin lets out an internal groan, swearing that he could feel you clench on top of him. all heâs done is kiss you and youâre already worked up. you move to get closer to him, your chest against his as he presses a hand to your back.
you roll your hips down, small noises escaping your mouth as you chase any type of friction you can get. your hands make it onto his shoulders for support as you mindlessly grind against him.Â
jaemin can feel himself getting hard from the way youâre moving on top of him and from the way youâre whimpering in his mouth. he grabs your hips, shifting you right on top of his clothed cock. you donât seem to notice at first, but when his cock twitches against his thigh, you pull away from him, staring down.
jaemin starts, âwhen you move like that on top of meâŚâ
âit feels good for you, too?âÂ
he nods, smoothing his hand over your back, âi think i could cum just like this. whatever you do, angel, i like.â
you gasp at his words, feeling his hands snake around to your back, moving you forward against him. he lets out a swear at the feeling, moving his hands to your waist as you grind down. thereâs a newfound desperation in your movements knowing that jaemin feels just as good as you feel, that youâre making him feel this way.Â
youâre on top of him, rolling down your hips in a way that seems too out of character for you. the shy, reserved self that you show to him is gone, replaced with the need to get yourself off with him. youâre using him, pants of his name fan across the skin on his neck as his hands wander a little further down.
heâs no better than you. heâs letting out low grunts as his hips roll up to meet yours. his hands finally make it to your ass, giving it a light squeeze as he lets out a curse. thereâs been too many times heâs had to stop himself from doing this, his hands moving a little rougher against you. he helps you roll your hips down onto him, grinding you down onto his tip.
he could easily flip you over, could pull down your shorts and panties and rut against your leaking pussy. but he canât, choosing to be content with how he has you now. he grits his teeth, pushing away the thoughts as he hears you let out a whimper of his name. he asks with a low voice, âangel, do you feel like you might cum?â
you donât answer right away, your whines and whimpers filling the air as you try to process what he said. you can feel him twitching under you, rolling his hips up against yours. your head falls to his shoulder, âjaemin, i need⌠i need to cum!â
his hands grip your hips, setting a pace for you as he grinds you harder against him. it doesnât take long for you to cum, not when heâs holding you and letting out groans of your name. seeing you so desperate to cum pushes him over the edge, cum staining his boxers as he ruts his hips up.
thereâs a comfortable silence between the two of you, heavy breaths filling the air as you collect yourselves. his arms wrap around your back, pulling you into a hug. you smile against his shoulder, your arms trying their best to wrap around his slumped figure on the couch.
it doesnât take you long to start whining, âiâm hot and sticky all at the same time, jaemin. i think we might need to move.â
he murmurs against you, âlet me hold you a little longer, angel. i liked this so much.â
âi did, too,â you press a kiss to his skin, âand as much as i did, i need to shower.â
a laugh fills the space between the two of you, âof course.â he pulls away from you, watching as you stand up on wobbly legs. to your embarrassment, he moves to walk you to the restroom, ignoring your complaints.Â
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jaemin thought that maybe just that once, you would act out on your instincts.
he noticed that you let him be a bit more touchier. he didnât want to push anything, but he let his hands linger on you a lot longer than they used to. you didnât even shy away when he would, youâd let his hands stay where they want to be. youâre the same, you kiss him more openly; you try teasing him a bit more, too.Â
he likes seeing you be more open with him, likes seeing you feel more confident in your love. heâll do anything you want him to if it means he can make you feel more comfortable.Â
itâs another day that heâs at his apartment with you. youâve had more time to come over, more time to spend with your boyfriend. he doesnât expect anything because he has to remind himself: you want to take it slow. he doesnât mind, he loves spending time with you regardless.
he doesnât really expect you to come to him that day while he moves you both to his bedroom, a shy look as you approach him, âjaeminâŚâ
he smiles at you, âhey, angel. what is it?â
âcan we⌠can we do what we did the other day again?â
âwhat do you mean? what did we do exactly?â
youâre not dumb to not notice his sly smirk, a cat-like grin growing on his face. he knows exactly what you mean, but heâs trying to get you to say it. your face heats up, murmuring out words that you canât even understand.
he moves to sit on the corner of the bed, his head tilting at your mumbled words. he reaches his arms out towards you, âyouâre gonna have to tell me what it is that you want, baby. canât help you if you donât tell me.â
without much thinking, you move to sit down on jaeminâs thighs. he didnât expect you to move like that on your own, shown by how his breath hitches in his throat. his hands donât hesitate to move to your waist, bringing you closer to him before they drop to your thighs. his thumbs move to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, causing you to shiver on top of him.
he chuckles at the sight of you, likes how your shorts have ridden up, giving him all access to your thighs. he pushes you right on top of his bulge, and slowly grinds you down on top of him, âi had my baby waiting for too long, hm? i shouldâve known you needed me, right?â
youâre already feeling dizzy from his words, trying to grind down on him already, trying to chase the feeling from before. his hands stop you, though, keeping you in place. he bites back a groan when he feels you squirm on top of him, âwonât you tell me how much you needed me?â
your voice comes out breathy, âi- couldnât stop thinking about you. i tried touching myself, but⌠it just didnât feel right without you.â
jaeminâs grip on you gets tighter, his eyes shutting at the thought. imagining you stuffing your hands in your shorts, trying to make yourself feel just as good as he made you feel. he lurches forward, caging you in a heated kiss. he can feel you try to keep up with him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you do.
he can feel how desperate you are, no restraint shown in how you moan into his mouth. youâre more unrestrained, and he loves it, loves how heâs made you like this. heâs just as needy as you are, probably even more than you are. heâs the first one to start moving, his hips grinding up into yours. heâs practically using you like a toy, groaning in your ear at the feeling.
his grip loosens, allowing you to move with him. you drag your clit along his hardening cock, clenching around nothing as jaemin peppers kisses along your shoulder. it feels just as good as last time, but you can't help but feel like youâre missing something. you want him, you need him to help you make you feel good. âjaemin, i-â you whimper, âi w-want more, please.â
he has to forcibly stop himself from grinding up to you, focusing on your words, âwhat do you want me to do?â
you grab one of his hands, looking at his fingers before placing it back at your inner thigh, âi-i want you to touch me. like how i tried touching myself.â
jaeminâs head tilts back, eyes shutting at your words. you can feel him twitch under you, his hands balling at his sides. he takes a breath before refocusing on you, âcan you stand up for me?â
you do, moving off of him, immediately whining when youâre not close to him. he shushes you lightly when he rests against the headboard of his bed, his legs spread, eyes filled with need as he looks at you. âcome here, angel. iâll make you feel good.â
you crawl over to him, and as youâre about to face him, he turns you around so that your back is towards him. he pulls you against his chest, his head resting on your shoulder as he coos at you, âcan you take off your shorts for me, baby?â
youâre a bit shy, but do so nonetheless. you struggle, too eager for him to continue. he watches you, eyes zeroing in on the expanse of skin being exposed to him. this is the most heâs ever seen of you, and youâre not even fully undressed. without thinking, he says, âyouâre so pretty, angel. so pretty, just for me, hm?â
youâre quick to agree, your back pressing against his chest. you can feel his cock twitch under you, and it makes you more eager. his fingers leave featherlight touches along your thighs, inching close to where you need him most. he hums in your ear, âneeded me to feel good, couldnât touch yourself without my help. youâll let me help you, right?â
you let out a whine at his words, squirming on top of his lap to get him to continue. he lets out a low chuckle, âmy eager baby, iâll make you feel good. just be patient.â
his fingers trace circles on your inner thighs, enjoying the small noises you let out at his teasing. you donât try to rush him anymore, trying your best to stay still on his lap. youâre biting down on your lip when his fingers rest on the edge of your panties. heâs sitting there, so close to your heat while pressing kisses to your neck, and youâre not sure how much more you can take.
âjaemin, please touch me. i wanna know how it feels.â
he traces his fingers along your clothed slit. he immediately lets out a shaky breath when he does, realizing just how wet you are from the little touches heâs offered you. youâre like this because of him, and he knows youâve never felt like this for anyone else. heâll make sure youâll never want anyone to do this to you.
âyouâre dripping, angel,â his fingers press against your clit, âis it all for me?â
you gasp, hips twitch at the feeling, ây-yes! all for you, please keep going.â
he canât say no when you ask so nicely, your sweet voice taking over all of his thoughts. his middle finger makes slow circles on your clit, enjoying the way whimpers easily begin slipping out of you. you hold onto his arm for support, your hips trying to rut up in his touch, unknowingly trying to gain more stimulation.
his other hand thatâs not touching you pries your leg open, keeping it from trying to shut around his hand. youâre so sensitive, responding to the light touches with high pitched moans, whimpers of his name rolling off of your tongue. he has to forcibly stop himself from grinding into your ass, biting the inside of his cheek when he can feel himself twitching.Â
he knows you need more when your nails begin to dig into the skin of his arms. his arm has a hard time trying to keep your legs open for him, caught up in all the sensitivity of his touches. you break when he speeds up the circles on your clit, âj-jaemin, hold on! i might- i might cum!â
âisnât that what my angel wants?â
you feel embarrassed asking, but if you donât tell him, heâll never know, âcan we⌠i wanna feel your fingers on me- or in me.â
jaeminâs head tilts back onto the headboard, all of his restraint lost at your words. âiâll help you, wanna show you just how good you can feel. is that okay with you?â
âyes⌠please, jaemin.â
his fingers move to pull your panties to the side, exposing your dripping pussy to him. he bites down on his lip again to contain the moan that threatens to slip out. he can look over and see how wet you are for him, how youâre on display for him. âmy angel has the prettiest pussy iâve ever seen,â he lets out a breath at the whimper that comes from you, âso needy just for my fingers.â
you let out a whine, your hips bucking into the air as you try to search for any friction. he finally gives in, two fingers moving to circle at your clit. you melt immediately, head lolling onto his shoulder, loud whimpers filling the air. he mumbles in your ear, âwanna get you all wet for me before i try fingering you, okay?â
âplease keep going.â
he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, fingers speeding up on your clit. he can feel you begin twitching on top of him, legs threatening to close on his hand. you try to keep yourself spread open for him. jaeminâs other hand slowly trails up your body, reaching under your shirt to one of your boobs. he groans when he realizes you arenât wearing a bra, fingers meeting a hard nipple.
with jaeminâs fingers on your clit and tugging on your nipple, it doesnât take long for you to begin dripping all over the sheets. your moans have raised in pitch, calling out to him, begging him for more. âyouâre ready for my fingers, angel? wanna feel them inside you?â
a moan of his name slips out of you, pleading for him. he plants a kiss on your shoulder, licking at the spot right after, âof course, baby. gonna take it slow for you.â
his hand slides down, his middle finger making it to your entrance. he shushes you when you start squirming, his finger slowly sliding inside you. it feels different, but good. your legs shut around his hand, and he lets it happen as he watches in awe. youâre so tight, he thinks. he wonders how heâs gonna fit himself inside of your tight pussy.
the thought makes him twitch in his pants, bringing himself back to the task at hand. your legs slowly open back up, your hips rolling in time with the movements of his finger. he didnât expect to see the sight of you like this this fast. you let out a moan, âwanâ another finger, jaemin.â
âangelâs ready for another?â his ring finger moves to your entrance, slowly entering inside along with his middle finger. he can feel you tightly clench around his fingers, letting out a cry when his palm rubs against your clit. itâs too much, the sensation bringing you quickly to the edge. itâs only intensified when jaemin curls his fingers inside you, finding a spot inside you the sends shocks along your spine.
âfeel good, baby?â
you can barely hear him, thighs beginning to shake as he presses he continues presses his fingers against your sweet spot. youâre falling apart quickly, his fingers plunging deep inside you as his other hand moves back to your boob, groping at the flesh. you let out a sob, âgonna cum, jaemin. wanna cum so bad!â
âyeah, gonna cum all over my fingers? go ahead and cum, pretty.â
your head falls back onto his shoulders, a wail leaving you as you cum, clenching on his fingers. his watches you intensely, watches how youâre left a mess because of him. he gives up on keeping your legs open, liking just how much you show how good heâs making you feel.Â
he leaves kisses along your neck, his hand thumbing over your nipple and his palm slowly rubbing into your clit. you ride out your orgasm, letting out a squeak when the stimulation feels a little too much. he removes his hands from you, choosing to wrap them around you as he whispers in your ear, âdid so good for me, angel. loved watching you fall apart because of me.â
while youâre coming down from your high, jaemin subtly brings his fingers that are wet with your slick to his mouth. he almost wants to moan around his fingers, realizing that youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted. he likes the taste of you on his tongue so much, realizing he might just have to do more than finger you next time.
your breaths begin to even out, your mind becoming clear from the haze you were in. you can feel jaemin nuzzle into your neck, but more importantly, you can feel his dick press into your backside. heâs still hard, and you realize he hasnât cum yet.
jaemin watches as you slowly turn your body to face him, sliding down to your knees. he moves to sit at the edge of the bed, your dazed eyes following his every move. your head moves to rest on his knee, looking up at him with a pretty smile on your face, âare you gonna teach me how to make you feel good?â
he follows your hand that trails up his thigh, dangerously close to his bulge. his angel wants to make him feel good. his hand cups your cheek, thumb sliding across your skin, âgonna be good for me, baby?â
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over the course of a few weeks, jaemin has been seeing a change in you.
youâre more touchy now, easing into his side as you cuddle on the couch. you donât shy away when he touches you either, choosing to go along with his antics. you tease him, a playful smile on your face when you let yourself sit on his lap.
now, you try to initiate more intimate acts with him. youâre still a little nervous, jaemin helping you along the way as you lay back onto his bed, fingers moving inside you. you always return the favor, jaemin liking the way you look with his cock in your mouth way too much. heâs also had the time to eat you out, easily folding when you ask him to use his mouth one day.
which is how he finds himself today, harshly sucking on your clit while his fingers plunge into your dripping cunt. your whimpers and moans fill the air, almost covering up the lewd sounds of jaemin eating you out. every time he does this, he acts like a man starved, licking at your entrance just to get a taste of your slick.
one of his hands makes it to your boob, kneading at the flesh just to get you to moan out for him, just to feel you clench harder around his fingers. you whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, his tongue moving to lap at your hole. whatâs different is that his tongue slips in, pressing into your hole.
your hips jut into his face, his nose rubbing against your clit. it feels so new, and it sets off a desire in you. your mind is now needing to be filled up with something more, something that jaemin can easily provide to you.
one of your hands wraps around the one on your boob, moving to interlock his fingers with yours. you can feel him smile against you, speeding up his movements. you call out to him weakly, getting his attention as he hesitantly moves away from your pussy. you try to ignore how his mouth and chin are wet, his low voice asking, âwhat is it, baby?â
you try to put yourself together, your voice coming out shaky when his other thumb rubs against your clit, âi-iâm ready.â
âready to cum? iâll make sure you do.â
before he can plunge back to your cunt, you call him once more, ânot for that! well, to cum, but⌠i think iâm ready to have sex with you.â
at lightning speed, he sits up, eyes bulging out of his head, âreally? are- are you sure? itâs not too soon?â
âno,â you smile, âi-i mean, i trust you. i trust you to, um, take care of me.â
he watches as shyness takes over you, avoiding eye contact as you talk. thereâs a soft smile on your face, your words being genuine. âyou shouldâve told me so i couldâve made today more special,â he nags, âi couldâve had a whole day with you, angel.â
you let out an airy laugh, âany time i get to spend with you is special, jaemin.â
he huffs, âif you say youâre ready, then youâre ready. if at any point in time you want me to stop, iâll stop. we can do anything you want, just say the word.â
âwant this, jaemin. want you.â
he lets out an affirming okay, quickly sliding off of the bed in order to take his sweats off, choosing to leave his boxers on for now. he quickly rejoins you, âiâm gonna finger you some more, alright, baby? wanna make sure that youâll be nice and ready for me.â
you nod, choosing to sit up a little more as you watch two of his fingers slide into you. youâre still so wet, his fingers easily plunging inside you. he scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him. his thumb hooks around to your clit, rubbing in tight circles that has your head lolling back.Â
âdoesnât take long for you to get ready for me, hm? my baby just needs my help, right?â his words shoot straight to your core, pushing you close to cumming. he can feel you clench tightly, adding a third finger as he continues.Â
you tell him that youâre close, whining that you want to cum with him instead. he smiles at you, cooing, âwant you to cum now, then iâll know that youâre ready to take my cock.â
you immediately let go, cumming all over his fingers. he knows what sets you off now, how to get you to cum quickly with just a few motions. he grins at the sight of you, âso good for me, my baby is so good for me.â
you swat him away when he tries continuing, a small laugh leaving him as you do. his hand smoothing over your thigh calms you, bringing you back to look up at him with a certain look. he bites down on his lip when you speak, âi think iâm ready- think iâm ready for you, jaemin.â
âyeah?â jaemin tries not to sound nervous himself, âmy baby needs me already?â
you nod, covering your face in embarrassment at his words. itâs even more embarrassing when you ask, âyou have c-condoms, right?â
he reaches over to his nightstand, fishing one out from the bottom of his drawer. since he started dating you, he hasnât found the need to buy anymore. he thanks his past self for leaving just a few behind, he wouldâve died if he had to say no to you now. a bright smile shines on his face when he shows it to you, laughing at you when you look at it weirdly.
âwanna watch me put it on?â
you laugh at his words, thanking him internally for trying to lighten the mood.
as jaemin slides the condom on, he realizes he wants this just as bad as you do. he notices how his chest is heaving with every breath he takes, and heâs not even inside you yet. his eyes glance up towards yours, looking back at him, pleading for him to just do something. âiâm gonna start moving. angel, need you to tell me if i need to slow down or stop moving.â
you nod sweetly at him, hand moving to cup his cheek, thumb smoothing over his skin. âi love you, jaemin. you can start.â
your sweet words and action has his skin burning up, his cheeks turning red as he lines himself up at your entrance. he can feel how warm you are, his tip sliding over your slit a few times, working the both of you up. his body hovers over yours, moving to press kisses on your neck when he slides in.
your nails dig into his shoulders when he presses in. he lets out a grunt, âs-so tight, need you to relax, baby. canât move if youâre not relaxed.â
âs-sorry! i just- youâre so big.â
he groans at your words, his head falling to your shoulder again. he slips out of you, giving you a second to relax before you give him the go ahead again. he slowly slips his tip in, wincing when he feels you clamp down on him. he bites down on his lip to stop any embarrassing sounds from coming out, hand soothing your side as he pushes more of his length in.
itâs a weird feeling for you, it doesnât exactly hurt, but he is stretching you open. nothing this big has been inside you, so used to his fingers. you let out broken whines, asking him to stop at certain points. your nails lightly scratch down his back,Â
his hips finally are flush against yours, his cock buried deep inside you. you can feel him twitch, slightly shaking on top of you. heâs trying to calm you down, soft words being whispered into your ear, followed by soft kisses. his thumb snakes between your bodies, tracing light circles on your clit.
if only you knew how much he was struggling not to buck his hips into your cunt. youâre so tight, so warm, clenching down on his cock. your walls are getting used to the intrusion, soft pants fanning across his face. you call out his name, his hips accidentally pushing closer to you as you clench around him. he quickly apologies, eyebrows furrowing at the feeling.
âi-â you let out a breath, âi want you to s-start moving. s-slowly, please.â
âof course, angel. like i said, tell me if i need to stop, if i need to slow down, or anything, okay?â
you nod quickly, jaemin leaning back up, his eyes staring down at where you two are connected. you spare a look, getting embarrassed at the sight. he starts slowly moving, pulling slowly out of you before pushing back in. you can feel every inch of him, your warm walls inviting him in. itâs so easy for you to just let him take over, the feeling slowly bleeding into pleasure as he gets a rhythm.
while youâre getting used to the feeling, jaemin seems to be losing himself in you. every time he moves his hips, he can feel how wet you are. itâs like you try to suck him back in when he tries pulling out, like you need him to keep on fucking you. your arms are wrapped around his shoulder, bringing him closer to you. heâs surrounded by all of you, your scent, your cunt, the pretty sounds youâre making.
when you start moaning his name, he has to stop, head falling to your shoulder as he tries to keep his composure. he knows he canât just yet, but he wants to fuck into your cunt, wants to have you fucked stupid just because of his cock. the thought makes him twitch inside you, the feeling of his orgasm already bubbling up in his abdomen.
he lets out a shaky exhale before he starts moving again, a little faster than before. âhowâre you feeling, baby? tell me how it f-feels for you.â
âfeels so good, jaemin! your cock feels so good inside me!â
you clench down on him, your hips rolling up into his. youâre moving in time with his thrusts, your nails raking down his back, leaving trails of red marks for later. he doesnât care though, not when youâre wrapped tightly around him, not when he gets to hear you moan his name. all he can think about is you, and how badly he wants to flip you over and really fuck you.
âso tight, you keep clenching so tight around me, wanna make this pussy mine. tell me itâs mine, angel.â
âplease! âs all yours, iâm all yours!â
he lets out a growl, heâs quickening his pace, hands gripping onto the sheets near your head. he needs to kiss you or else he might think about how bad you need him, how heâs been the one to show you all this. you kiss him back, whining into his mouth as your chest arches into his. he can feel your hard nipples against his chest, letting out a low fuck.
he can feel himself getting close, his thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit. he can start feeling you clench around him, your voice rising in volume as you start babbling out to him. he prays that your close, too. he doesnât think he can last much longer, not with the way youâre wrapping around him.
âgonna cum, angel? you wanna cum, gonna cum with me?â
he sounds so needy, just as fucked out as you are. you can barely register his words, but you know you need to cum just as bad as he does. he picks up his pace, his hands gripping onto your hips as he pounds into you. his low moans join your whines and whimpers, jumbled praises leaving his mouth as he gets closer, âs-so good for me, angel. pussy made just for me, only for me. no one else will ever have you like this.â
you nod, tears pricking your eyes as you come undone, cumming all over his cock. heâs quick to follow, unable to stop himself from cumming when you clench down on his cock. heâs groaning in your ear, quickly moving to messily kiss you. he licks into your mouth, moaning when you start milking his cock.
he slows down, quickly sliding out of you. he sits back on his knees, eyes staring at your spent pussy. heâs broken from his trance when you let out an embarrassed whine of his name. he chuckles when you shut your legs, sliding the condom off before tossing it in the trash.
youâre so tired, all of your energy being used up. jaemin rejoins you in bed, hand smoothing over your thigh, admiring the glow emanating off of you, almost wishing he could take a picture. maybe for another time, he thinks, heâll bring it up later.
itâs quiet, enjoying the presence of your boyfriend as his light touches move all over. before you can fall asleep, his voice calls out to you, âangel, we gotta get you cleaned up.â
you whine, âbut âm too tired, you did this to me.â
he laughs, hand moving to hold yours, âi know, i know. let me make it up to you, let me take care of my baby, hm?â
you sigh contentedly, âin five minutes.â
he canât ever argue with you, easily giving up when he lays right by your side, âfive minutes, baby.â
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pairing;Â wen junhui x f reader (ft. xu minghao)
genre; smut (minor dni), angst, fluff
summary;Â You think you know about the world around you, but one day you find out you don't know anything. When you start to fall about it's your boss Wen Junhui who picks up the pieces and keeps you safe.Â
content warnings; a lot of dark themes including: sexual assault, murder, guns, knives, beating, fighting, selling of guns, selling/using drugs, alcohol/eating, crying and dealing with trauma, mild dubcon. mob boss!junhui, second in command!minghao, security!mingyu, assistant!reader.
smut warnings;Â hard mean dom!junhui, sub!reader, dom!minhao. unprotected/protected sex, creampie, threesome, multiple sex scenes, rough sex, impact play, degrading, pet names, degrading names, dumbfication/objectfication to a degree, hand job, fingering, oral (m&f receiving & giving), crying/dacryphilia, innocence kink (no explicitly said), breast play, body worship. I am very certain I have left something out.
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a/n; this fic is for my @onlyhuis. thank you for not only editing this for me but supporting me every single word along the way. i hope you enjoy this one so so much my little huihui. with that said -- this fic is VERY dark and could be a lot for some of you to read. please be sure to read the warnings before reading so that you are prepared for what you are reading.
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âI literally donât give a fuck. Get his ass out of my sight.âÂ
Your brows raise as you look down at the tablet in your arms when the sound of your boss's voice rings through the bar. Someone had pissed him off and you were just happy it wasnât you this time. Wen Junhui was an important man to a lot of people and for a lot of reasons, most of those reasons you chose to ignore and just do your job.Â
There were a lot of things in your job that you had to ignore in order to keep it. Things like money appearing in large quantities with little to no explanation and meeting someone only to never see them again after they opened their mouth just a little too much.Â
Glancing towards Junâs office, you watch as one such man is being pulled out by Xu Minghao, Junâs second in command. You meet the desperate manâs eyes only briefly before dropping yours, but itâs enough to give him hope as he pulls against Minghaoâs arms, trying to move back towards the bar where you were standing.Â
âHey! Hey, lady, pretty lady! I'm in here all the time. You âmember me right?âÂ
Scoffing, Minghao shakes his head, nodding towards security at the front door for help. You watch under lowered lashes as Kim Mingyu takes one of the manâs arms, helping Minghao drag him towards the exit as he continues to ask you for help.
âI had the fuckinâ money! This is bullshit!âÂ
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding when Minghao walked back through the door, letting Mingyu shut it behind them. Wiping his hands off on the front of his shirt, the man lifts his eyebrows at you as you try to look busy with your previous task.
âYouâve been told not to look at trash when Iâm taking it out. You donât remember things very well to be so pretty, Y/N.âÂ
Sighing, you finally meet Minghaoâs eyes as he leans against the bar in front of you. You knew what you had been told; it was just that it was easier said than done to ignore something kicking and screaming as they were being dragged out of a building.Â
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve gone to the back when I heard Mr. Wen yeâexpress his displeasure.âÂ
You watch as a smirk pulls at one side of Minghaoâs lips when you correct how you talk about your boss and his best friend. He had a soft spot for you and he knew you were doing your best.Â
ââLeast you know what you should've done.âÂ
âHao!âÂ
Looking back towards Junâs office when his name is called, Minghao purses his lips and pats the bar with his hand before giving you one more lingering look. You watch him until he disappears into your bossâs office and the door is left cracked so that only a low conversation can be heard.Â
You spent most of your days and nights at Moonlight Lounge. Since you had been introduced to Jun and taken on the unique position of his personal assistant, your life had changed dramatically. You were in charge of managing most of his personal accountsâbut never his business accountsâand you were the one who kept his schedule to the minute.Â
âY/N!âÂ
Hearing your name being yelled by Jun wasnât an unusual occurrence but he didnât sound pleased, though that wasnât a new fact either. You werenât friends with your boss and you werenât sure if you ever would be.Â
Holding the tablet closer to your chest, you glance towards Mingyu, who grimaces at how your name was said before turning away as you turn towards the office door. Everyone knew that one moment could make or break how your day was going to go at the lounge, and you had caused more of a disturbance by looking at the man as he had been dragged out.Â
Knocking on the door, you slip inside, feeling two sets of eyes on you as Minghao sits against a sidebar console on the right of Junâs desk and Jun himself sits behind the large desk with a frown on his face. Lifting your eyes you try to skirt around Junâs eyes but the man leans his head to catch your gaze before sighing and pushing his tongue into his cheek.
âSit down. Jesus ChristâŚâ
He was in a mood and there was nothing you could do to change it. Slipping into the leather chair, you clear your throat and rest your tablet on your lap, straightening your spine so that you feel taller and less small under Junâs gaze. Lifting his hand, he pushes his glasses up his nose before reaching for the tumbler of whiskey in front of him, taking a sip and sitting it down hard.Â
âTonight we have some important guests coming to the lounge. I want to make sure we have some of the girls prepared to serve them but I want you to steer clear of that section.â Â
Furrowing your brows, you give him a confused look when he doesnât yell at you for what happened but instead goes to your task for the night. Glancing towards Minghao, you slide the pen from your tablet and stutter for a moment before opening the notepad to take notes.Â
âIâwhâohâŚsure. Do I know who the guests are? So that I can tell them? And so that I can make sure there are adequate refreshments for their visit.âÂ
Jun narrows his eyes at you before letting them move along your frame appraisingly as you switch into assistant mode and out of scared little kitten mode. You were stunning and when you wanted to be, you could be fierce. You had shown it on more than one occasion but Jun still had an urge to keep a close eye on you, like he did anything else that belonged to him.Â
âThey areâŚâ Smirking, Jun looks over to Minghao, lifting his hands in a question before sighing. âCompetition and nothing more, darling. Donât give them top shelf; we donât serve that to those who donât deserve it.âÂ
Swallowing hard at the pet name, you make some limited notes as Jun watches you carefully. It wasnât the first time he had called you darling or some other variation of a pet name, but it still made you nervous every single time. Rolling his eyes, Minghao crosses his arms and leans his head back as he watches Jun stare at you. He knew exactly what he was doing, even if you didnât.Â
âI think that handles everything. Make sure they are happy, but not too happy. I want them to be jealous of what they canât achieve. You get what Iâm saying?âÂ
Nodding, you bite at your bottom lip, making Jun tilt his head as he watches intently. You mutter to yourself, writing down a few of the waitress's names along with your suggestions for how the guests should be handled before looking up to meet Junâs eyes and feeling your cheeks burn at how he is looking at you.Â
âUh, yeah, I mean, yes, sir, Mr. Wen. Iâll take care of everything.âÂ
Gesturing towards the door, Jun smirks as you pop up out of your seat quickly, ready to leave. He knew he was intense and he knew you were crumbling under him. He wanted you under him in more ways than one, but he had patience and an inkling of respect about him.Â
âGood girl. Iâll see you tonight then.â
Counting the bottles of alcohol as they are loaded onto the tray, you shake your head, reaching for one as one of the waitresses passes by you.Â
âI told you, Mr. Wen said, âno top shelfâ.âÂ
Stopping, the girl gives you a nervous look as she glances from you towards the VIP section that she had been tasked with by you. You could hear the loud laughter of the men over the music coming from the lounge, even from where you stood at the bar.Â
âI know, itâs justâthey asked for it. They kinda scare me, Y/N. Canât I just give them that bottle?âÂ
Looking at the bottle of expensive vodka in your hand, you narrow your eyes at where you knew the men were before rolling your eyes at the girlâs words. It wasnât her fault. Most of the clientele at the Moonlight Lounge could be rough around the edges but it seemed this particular group was even worse.Â
You could hear Junâs voice echoing in your head as you put the bottle behind the bar and took the tray from the younger girl, making her whisper a small thank you in return. You knew you were going against what you had been told to do, the rules, and your better judgment⌠but it was better you than some helpless waitress.Â
Luckily, you had dressed for the night. Donning a tight black turtleneck sleeveless dress that ended at your thighs, your thigh high boots finished off your outfit, making you look classy enough to pass as management. Swallowing hard, you put on your best face as you approach the curved booth, seeing a group of three unfamiliar men. You could tell they at least felt important and had some money to their name from the amount on the table, the baggies of white powder, and gold on their fingers.Â
âYour drinks, gentlemen.âÂ
Putting the tray down on the table, you can feel as the man to your right leans out to examine you from head to toe. There was no mistaking what he was looking at or how he was looking at you like a piece of meat as the other two laughed before reaching for the various bottles of booze in front of them.Â
âHey, heyâŚnah, sweetheart. We ordered Beluga vodka, not this rubbing alcohol shit.âÂ
Stepping back from the table, you try to stay out of reach of the manâs grasp, causing all three of the men to scoff at your reaction.Â
âMm, Iâm aware of your order... Mr. â?âÂ
âYou can just call me Sir, baby, and you can get your pretty little ass back to that bar and get me my fucking vodka if you are so goddamn aware of it.âÂ
Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you can feel the frustration rising in you as you try to keep your composure. You didnât want to insult the guests, but you also didnât enjoy being talked to the way you were. Meeting the eye of the man who referred to himself as "Sir,"Â you lift your brow and decide to stand your ground, shaking your head.Â
âI wonât be doing that. These are the drinks you are allowed to have by Mr. Wen and you will enjoy them or you won't, Sir. Have a good night.âÂ
Turning on your heels, you feel good about how you ended the conversation. You can feel the pressure of the conflict lifting off you as you round the corner and enter the hallway, getting away from the constant bass of the music and the smell of the alcohol. You donât see the pissed off look on the manâs face as you disrespect him and you donât hear as he says he wonât let you get off that easy.Â
The rest of the night goes by like every other without incident. You find yourself yawning as you walk through the parking lot towards your car, your hand in your purse, when hands push you forward hard. The feeling of the breath being knocked out of your lungs is the first thing that you feel as your chest meets the side of your car, the next is lips against your cheek as you hear the sound of the manâs voice, Sir.Â
âPretty little bitch... you have fun disrespecting me tonight?âÂ
Pushing back against him, you find that you canât move with how tightly his fingers dig into your arms as his body pushes into yours from behind. Tears well up in your eyes from anger and fear as you try to look around the dark parking lot for anyone, but you were almost always the last person to leave the bar every night.Â
âPleaseâŚstop.âÂ
You feel the manâs lips pull up in a smirk as he pulls your arms behind you so he can hold them with one hand, freeing up one of his hands. With his free hand, he tugs at your dress, pulling it towards your hip, even as you stomp your feet back at his boots, making him laugh. That is when you hear the other two men, who had been with him inside, laugh.Â
âWhatâs your name? Nah, you know what? I donât give a fuck. Just another little whore that works for Wen.â Hearing your bossâs name, you let out a loud scream, causing the man to push you against your car over your hood as his fingers trailed along your inner thigh upwards. âHe likes to throw out the trash. We can show you where when we are done. Have you ever seen?â
The next sound you hear is a loud pop, followed by two others. You can only scream when the man collapses on top of you, something warm and wet soaking through the back of your dress as you struggle under him. The weight of his body is pulled from you and a hand is placed over your eyes as you start to flail your arms to fight.Â
âY/N! Stop, itâs me. ShhâŚdarling. StopâŚIâll move my hand, but keep your eyes closed for me?âÂ
Junâs voice and his arm moving around your waist to pull you back around against him like an anchor help calm you down. You hold his wrist tightly to your stomach, feeling his hand move from over your eyes as you keep them shut tightly out of fear of what you would see if you did open them. The smell of copper fills your nose.Â
You feel hands tug your dress back down around your thighs when Jun finally pries his arm from your grasp and then a warm coat placed around your shoulders. When he tries to step away, leaving you standing there with your eyes closed, you start to panic, prompting him to shush you, his fingers running over your cheek as he leans you against your car.Â
âIâm right here, baby. Iâm not leaving you. Keep those eyes closed.âÂ
Nodding, you hold tightly to the leather and fur jacket around your arms as you listen to the hushed voices of Jun, Minghao, and Mingyu. You hear the sounds of something heavy being dragged along the pavement and then the slamming of a trunk causes you to jump.Â
Jun watches you as Mingyu grunts, lifting the last of the trash off the ground and into one of the trunks. He had gotten lucky that you had screamed and that he had known you hadnât listened to him earlier. He knew you had gone to their table but he never thought something this drastic would happen.Â
âMotherfuckersâŚâÂ
Nodding along with Minghaoâs words, Jun runs his fingers through his hair before letting out a long sigh. He knew there were people who would come looking for those who had done this to you and there were those who had seen you talking to them at the table tonight.Â
âWhat do you wanna do about Y/N?âÂ
Pursing his lips, Jun watches as you visibly tremble a few feet away from them. You werenât safe anymore and he couldnât just let you go back to your apartment and hope for the best.Â
âIâll handle it.âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Minghao lifts his hands in confusion before moving towards Mingyu to close the last trunk as Jun moves back to you. You can feel his hands ghost over your arms before they finally rest on your biceps and he takes a breath, tilting his head and looking at your furrowed brow.Â
âYou can open your eyes now, Y/N.âÂ
Shaking your head, you find you're afraid to. What would you see? Would there be blood everywhere? Bodies? Whimpering, you open one eye only to see Jun in front of you before you open both eyes and glance around you.Â
Tears stream down your cheeks when you notice the dark spots on the pavement, because you know what they are. You know what is running down your back through your dress and it makes your stomach tighten. Lifting his hand, Jun runs his fingers over your cheek and shakes his head.Â
âYou canât go home. Itâs not safe⌠you understand that, right?âÂ
Shrugging, you try to speak but all you can do is let out a sob. Junâs thumb continues to stroke your cheek as he watches you intently, almost studying you.Â
âIâm going to take you to my penthouse. You can stay with me for a while. Iâll keep you safe.â
It doesnât dawn on you where you are or what that means until you are standing in Junâs living room, looking out of the large window to the city below. You can feel the weight of everything around you, just like you can feel the dried blood on your back, causing your dress to stick to your skin.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jun watches you as he keeps his voice low with his cellphone resting between his shoulder and his ear. You had been quiet since he had put you in his car and told you that you couldnât go back to your apartment. He had told you at least three times why you couldnât, but maybe now it was sinking in for you.Â
âNo, just grab some of her clothes and put them in a bag. Iâll buy new shit if I need to, but for now, I think sheâd want her own things.âÂ
Rolling his eyes at Minghaoâs response, Jun leans against his sofa, glancing down at his nails at some dried blood caked under them, making him grimace.
âHao, just do it, alright? I donât wanna fuckinâ argue with you right now. Drop it off in the morning.âÂ
Hanging up the phone, Jun lifts his eyes back to you as he sighs. He knew you were scared and confused, but that was the world that he was living in and it was the world that you started living in the moment you took your job. He couldnât help but want to protect you from it still, just like he had shielded your eyes at the lounge.Â
âY/N, I am having Minghao pick up some of your personal items so that perhaps it will feel a bit more comfortable here.âÂ
Scoffing, you pull the borrowed jacket around you tighter, hearing your boss get closer to you. In truth, you were frightened of him just as much as you were thankful to him for saving you. You werenât sure how his large penthouse could ever feel comfortable for you.Â
Pushing his tongue into his cheek out of annoyance at your reaction, Jun moves to stand behind you, looking at your reflection in the window. Lifting his hands to your arms, Jun feels your body stiffen under his touch before he sighs, leaning forward to speak next to your ear.Â
âI will never hurt you, darling. I took care of those who did, remember?âÂ
Watching you nod, Jun feels your shoulders relax some so that he can slide his jacket down your arms, making you whine at the feeling of what was left. Your dress felt stiff and ruined, making you shift uncomfortably.Â
âI know, Mr. Wen. I-I..Iâm grateful. Could I just... I want to go home. I want to go take a shower and go to bed.âÂ
Jun frowns as he watches you struggle with your words. He knew there was blood on your skin and it made him furious. Leaning back to look over your frame, he shakes his head at your words and at his own assessment of your condition, noting the trail of blood running down the back of your thigh.Â
âIâve explained it to you multiple times. You arenât safe there, but here you are.â Meeting your eyes in the reflection of the window, Jun lifts his brows as you frown at him. âYou can shower here and Iâll find you something to wear. Youâll sleep just fine here with me, where you are safe. Do I make myself clear?âÂ
When you donât answer right away, Jun rolls his eyes, turning you towards him so that he can look you in the eyes instead of just at your reflection. The look in his eyes is a mixture of intense and concerned, making you flustered and confused as you find yourself nodding in agreement.Â
âGood girl. Come on.âÂ
Taking your hand into his, Jun takes the time to point out various rooms before leading you into a large bedroom.Â
âYou are welcome to anything in the kitchen and nothing is off limits to you. I just ask that you follow my rules while you are here.â Sighing, Jun gestures towards the ensuite as he continues to speak to you, dropping your hand. âYou can use my shower.âÂ
Moving towards the dresser across from the end of the bed, he mutters under his breath to himself, too low for you to understand, as you watch him in disbelief.Â
âUhâŚMr. Wen?â
Humming out a response, Jun furrows his brows, taking out one of his black cotton shirts and turning back towards you. He could see the confusion in your eyes, but he wasnât sure what there was to be confused about. He had explained everything.Â
âWhat? Also, letâs cut the formality, shall we? Just call me Jun. Iâm going to get annoyed with the âMr. Wenâ bullshit.âÂ
The idea of calling your boss by his first name makes your head spin, but you find yourself even more taken aback as he kneels in front of you to unzip your boots. Glancing up at you, Jun lifts his hand as if to say âgo onâ before helping you lift your leg, slipping your foot out of your shoe.Â
âIâumâŚokay. I could do that⌠But I was just going to say, isn't there a guest bathroom that I can use the shower in?âÂ
Lifting his brow as if you had just slapped him, Jun meets your eyes, removing your other boot and tossing it over his shoulder. You watch him stand as he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief at your obviously stupid question.Â
âOf course I do, kitten. Clearly, I have guest rooms, but I donât want you to use those showers. I brought you to mine. Itâs called keeping an eye on you. Iâve explained this.âÂ
You could hear the annoyance in his breath at having to repeat himself. You were frustrated at having to hear him say it again and again, but it wasnât making any sense. You were in some sort of twilight zone and you needed to wake up. Maybe that was all this wasâa dream. You hadnât been attacked. No one had been shot and your boss wasnât lacing his fingers with yours, leading you into his bathroom.
Jun watches you as he leans into his large shower to turn on the water. You were standing with your eyes closed, almost as if you could make something appear or disappear in front of you, but as soon as the water turned on, you jumped, and he tightened his grip on your hand. You were right back to acting like that scared little kitten from his office earlier in the day. He could see your eyes darting around to avoid him and the moment his hand was away from yours, you were wandering away from him towards the counter, making him groan out of frustration.Â
âDo I need to do everything?âÂ
Your eyes snap to Jun when he questions you and starts to move towards you once again. You can feel panic rise in your chest at the idea of what he might do even if you know he isnât trying to hurt you. All you can think about in your head is the hand of the man from the lounge on your thigh tugging your dress up.Â
âNo! IâI can! I can do it!âÂ
Jun furrows his brows when you yell at him. He could see the fear in your eyes when you looked at him even though he had promised not to hurt you, but he couldnât really fault you. Of course you would be scared of someone being that close after what happened. Taking a step back he puts up his hands to show you heâs not going to do something you donât want.Â
âOkay, Iâll be right outside the room then. Iâm not trying to upset you, Y/N. I told you I wouldnât hurt you and I meant it. Iâm⌠fuckâIâm trying to help you.âÂ
You watch as Jun gives you one last look, a sad almost wounded look in his eyes as he watches your hands shake when you reach out to hold onto the counter in front of you for stability. You could tell he was struggling to leave you alone and the moment, but he was doing it for you.Â
Reaching the door Jun groans under this breath, lifting his hand to run it through his hair as he leans against the wall just outside of the bathroom. He remembered the desperation locked in your gaze and the confusion. As much as you wanted to play a tough act and go home, he could picture you wandering some dark, dingy apartment in your blood stained dress for hours. You needed someone to take care of you.Â
Closing your eyes for a moment once you are alone in the bathroom, you feel your legs tremble as the weight of the day seems to close in around you. The quartz of the counter under your fingertips feels like fragile glass and the silence feels like a roaring wave and you realize that this is what it would be like to be at home alone. You didnât have a roommate, there was no family waiting for you. You would just be sitting on your bed completely alone stuck in a never ending silence as the world collapsed around you.Â
Tears stream down your face as you reach for the end of your dress trying to pull on it in an attempt to try to undress yourself but itâs all too much. Opening your eyes, you search the door for Jun letting out a soft sob of his name just wanting him to come back realizing you canât do this without him. It didnât make sense but he was a buoy keeping you from drifting off into the middle of the sea.
Hearing his name whispered between your sobs, Jun furrows his brows looking around the door frame to meet your eyes. The sight of you almost breaks his heart and makes him move to you taking your face into his hand as he rests his other against the counter. Sighing, Jun shakes his head studying your pretty face as you shake your head prompting him to help you.Â
âY/N, you need to take your clothes off.â
You lean into Junâs touch as his thumb strums against your cheekbone. He waits for you to nod before he steps away and leans against the counter, glancing down trying to give you back some privacy. He was going to stay where you needed him, but he was going to let you try to do this yourself. Â
Sniffing back your tears you move your eyes from Jun and towards the mirror in front of you as you once again try to work up the courage to pull up your dress. When your eyes meet yourself in the steamed up mirror, they fall to a smear of dried blood on the side of your neck right above the top of your turtleneck.Â
Jun furrows his brows, listening to the sounds of your breath quickening to the point of panic, his hands tighten at his side before he mutters, âfuck, and looks up to see you still dressed, rubbing your hand at the blood on your neck. Moving to you, he takes your hand, with one hand wrapping the other around your waist, to pull you back against him, shushing you.Â
âLeave it. Thatâs what the water is for, baby. I was going to justâwell, stand here and make sure you were okay but if you canât even undress yourselfââÂ
Fingers slide from your waist to your thigh, carefully bunching your dress up your thigh, making you put your hand over Junâs. Lifting his brows, he meets your eyes in the mirror, waiting for you to move your trembling hand giving him permission to continue. Jun takes a step back and slides your dress up your body. You feel shame and something else wash over you as Jun hums softly, helping you work the dress over your head before dropping it onto the counter.Â
Luckily and unluckily for Jun, his eyes were moving over your back and to the dried blood that had transferred onto your body through your dress. While he was enjoying the view of your body on display in front of him, the idea of it being tainted by some piece of trashâs blood was enough to keep him from getting aroused. He needed to get you clean.Â
This was not a situation you ever thought you would find yourself inâin your underwear, in your bossâs bathroom as he undressed youâbut as Jun ran his hands along your arms soothingly, you found yourself somehow relaxing. Even under his intense gaze, there was a calm in the storm.Â
âThese next, okay, Y/N?âÂ
Swallowing hard, you nod and lift your hands, resting them over the cups of your bra as you feel the garment give way as Junâs fingers undo the clasp. The straps fall down your shoulders and you lower your eyes, moving one hand and then the other before covering your breasts once again.Â
Shaking his head at how you try to keep your modesty, Jun takes a breath, pushing his fingers into top of your panties at your hips and pushing them down before letting gravity do the rest. What was the point of your need for modesty now? You were stunning and if it werenât for the blood spoiling his view, Jun would have let you know then.Â
âGo ahead, darling... Iâll be right here.âÂ
Leaning back against the counter, Jun lifts his brow at you as you shift sideways, trying to keep yourself covered, sliding into the glass shower and pulling the door closed behind you. The steam gave you some privacy, but it still allowed you to see where Jun was, which for some reason, made you feel at ease.Â
Glancing back down at his nails, Jun takes a deep breath, hearing the water hitting your body before it hits the shower floor. It was a welcomed sound and one that he hoped to enjoy for himself once you were safely tucked away in his bed.Â
Running his thumbnail under his index nail to clean out the blood he had seen earlier, Jun glances towards the shower, watching you lean your head back as the water rains down over you. He could see the dark red washing down the drain at your feet and he hoped that you would be able to get it all off without him.Â
âY/NâŚLet the water hit your back for a bit.âÂ
You furrow your brows at Junâs voice, looking over your shoulder at him meeting his eyes through the glass. You knew that was where your dress had been sticking to you the most. Nodding, you step to your right, letting the water hit your back before you glance down at your feet.Â
Jun is quick to open the door when you let out a loud gasp, your hand reaching for the door as you see the blood going down the drain. Tears mix with the water running down your face as Jun pulls you against him, stepping under the shower with you.Â
Your eyes drop back down to the drain where your feet rest between Junâs. You see blood mixing with water running over his feet and yours before you lean your head back against his shoulder, feeling his wet shirt against your neck.Â
âYouâre getting your clothes wet, Jun.â Sniffing between sobs, you look back down seeing less blood going down the drain but it was still enough to make you tremble in his arms. âAnd the blood⌠itâs on your feet.â Â
Jun shakes his head, stepping away from you, keeping one hand on your arm as he uses the other to run it over your lower back, rubbing away the blood before glancing up at your face.Â
âYouâre worried about my clothes getting wet?âÂ
Smiling into his words, Jun sighs and furrows his brows carefully, swiping at some blood on your ass before moving to your thighs as he keeps talking, feeling you looking back at him as he focuses.Â
âThe blood isnât yours or mine, thatâs what is important. And itâs going down the drain where it belongs.â Pursing his lips, Jun meets your eyes briefly before wanting to once again distract you, protect you from looking at any more blood going down the drain. âWhat did I tell you when I hired you?âÂ
Shaking your head, you look at Jun, confused at why he would even be asking you something like that when you are so upset. Lifting your hand you swipe at tears and water on your face scoffing until he speaks again.Â
âTell me, Y/N.âÂ
His voice is stern but there is a layer of kindness to it that you were starting to get used to tonight. It was comforting and made you want to recall the conversation for him.Â
âYouâuh, you said that I was too sweet for the job. You said it would break me.âÂ
Nodding, Jun tilts his head, turning you to face him and glancing down the length of your body. At first, you feel incredibly exposed and self conscious, but after a moment, you realize he doesnât even seem to be looking at your body but instead for blood. Finally, his eyes lift to meet yours and he licks water from his lips, taking a step back from you.Â
âNow I have to put you back together...â
Running a towel over his wet hair, Jun leans against the door frame, looking at you curled up on his bed. You seemed to be finally resting after he had left you to get dressed in the t-shirt he had pulled from his dresser so he could take his own shower. In truth, he had worried you might try to wander off in the penthouse or even out of it, but he was happy to see you on his bed. Your bare legs were pulled up slightly as the comforter rested at your knees.Â
Before, Jun had been more focused on making sure you were okay. He had been able to keep himself from letting his eyes look over your body in anything other than concern, but now as you lay in his bed in his clothes, it was harder to do that.Â
Swallowing hard, Jun glances down at his bare chest, running the towel in his hand over some drops of water that had fallen from his hair before tossing the towel into the hamper and moving into the bedroom. He was already dressed in sweatpants, but he didnât feel the need to put on anything else, knowing he was just going to lay down on the bed near you. Jun was tired, but he had a feeling it would be a restless night.Â
Your eyes follow Jun as he moves around his bed, lifting his hand to run his fingers through the wet strands. You canât help but let your eyes move over his torso and arms. While you were having one of the worst days in your life, the man in front of you was treating you with the most care you had ever experienced on that worst day, and he looked like he was chiseled from stone.Â
Pushing your head down so that your lips are under your arm, you shift slightly when Jun lays down beside you. Staying quiet, your brows furrow as he groans under his breath, feeling the weight of the day in his back. He hadnât looked over at you yet, but you find yourself furrowing your brows in concern as his eyes close tightly and he arches his back to stretch it.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
Your voice is soft, and Junâs brows relax the moment it reaches his ears. He had thought you were asleep. His bed was big enough that he wasnât that close to you and he knew he wasnât being so loud that he would have woken you up, unless you were an incredibly light sleeperâclearly you hadnât been asleep as he thought. Glancing over to you as he rests back on the bed, Jun lets his eyes move over your face as you hide half of it behind your arm. You were too pretty to hide like that but it wasnât the time to make you do anything different.Â
ââCourse. Your turn to worry about me now?âÂ
You canât help but smile at Junâs words before rolling your eyes, knowing heâs teasing you. You can see the small smile pulling at his lips as he turns on his side to face you; his arm is almost long enough that his fingers are able to brush your arm, but he doesnât.Â
âI was just asking. You sounded like you were in pain. Iââ Moving your arm so you can speak more clearly, you watch as Junâs brows furrow once again when your arm ends up against his fingers. âIâm just⌠I didnât mean for any of this to happen. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât want your apology and he didnât need it. Sighing, Jun adjusts his head on his arm, testing the waters as he rests the back of his index finger against your arm and runs his thumb along the side of it gently as he talks, feeling goosebumps spread under his touch.Â
âShit happens when you live like we do, Y/N. I told you that. I knew who those pricks were and what they were capable of. I didnât want them around you for a reason.âÂ
Your eyes shift to where Junâs fingers rest against your arm as you listen to him speak. You know that you can move or ask him to stop, but you find yourself not wanting either of those things. There is comfort in his touch. Itâs the same comfort that you felt from the moment he put his hands over your eyes to shield you from what he had done to save you.Â
âI know. I shouldnât have gone against that⌠Itâs justâif it hadnât been me, it would have been one of the others. I think I know that now. None of the girls were comfortable.âÂ
Taking in a deep breath, Jun nods, drawing a small circle with his thumb near your wrist before wrapping his fingers around it, lightly letting your arm rest in his palm.Â
âIf we want to point fingers, there are plenty to point in all directions. I shouldnât have allowed them into the bar. I knew what they were⌠I know who they work for.âÂ
Your fingers tremble as you lift your eyes to meet Junâs. With how he is holding your wrist in his, you are able to drop your hand and rest it on the inside of his forearm, the tips of your fingers brushing over his skin. You watch him for a moment, watching the way his lips fall open to the sensation before Jun licks his lips and glances at yours as you speak.Â
âI donât blame you. Iâwell honestly, before... when we were in your car, I probably wanted to.âÂ
A smile pulls at Junâs lips when you confess your thoughts to him. Your touch was so light, yet it made his skin feel like it was on fire. It was such an innocent thing and it had him trying so hard to keep himself in check.Â
âYeah? What changed?âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you analyze Junâs smile. You had seen many of his smiles in the few months that you had been working for him but this one was different. If anyone had asked you to describe your boss before tonight, you would have called him stern, cold, indifferent, and even cruel. Watching Jun now, the way his brows furrow and then relax with worry as you stay quiet for longer than he would like, you know it would be different. The man you were getting to know now was guarded, caring, and warm.Â
âYou did.â
The sound of voices pulls you from your sleep. Glancing around the unfamiliar room, you start panicking at first, reaching for where Jun had been, only to find the smooth satin sheet under your fingers. Itâs only the sound of his voice and that of his laughter that brings your heart rate back down, making you realize he hadnât left you; he was just in another room.
Furrowing your brows, you try to listen carefully to what Jun is saying and who else is talking when it dawns on you that the other voice belongs to Minghao. The next thing that hits you is the smell of food and the sound of your stomach growling. It had been far too long since you had eaten and you were starting to feel it.Â
Sitting up, you glance around for something to put on your lower half, only for a smile to pull at your lips when you notice a familiar bag next to the end of the bed. Jun had told you that Minghao was going to bring you things from your place and it had seemed that both had kept their promise. Sliding from the bed, you glance towards the door before pulling the bag up and onto the floor, opening it to see what had been packed for you.Â
Jun glances back down the hall for the umpteenth time, making Minghao roll his eyes with a smirk on his face. He had seen Jun watch you at the bar, but it was never this bad. Sure, Minghao understood the gravity of what had happened, but it wasnât like there was danger lingering in the doorway to the bedroom at all times. You were simply sleeping in after a difficult day.Â
âSheâs fine. Stop being such a fuckinââÂ
Pointing the kitchen knife in the direction of his best friend, Jun stops Minghao before he starts. He knew he would never actually hurt him; however, that didnât make Jun any less threatening with a sharp object in his hands. Lifting his hands from his thighs, Minghao leans back on the kitchen bar stool, his eyes falling to the vegetables that Jun had been cutting up to go into the omelette he was making for you.Â
âFine⌠so sensitive in the morning. Youâve never cooked for me.â
Scoffing, Jun adds the chives to his bowl as he meets Minghaoâs eyes, whisking them in with the eggs.Â
"Well, I donât like you so...âÂ
You couldnât help the smile that was pulling at your lips as you watched the two men bantering in the kitchen. You didnât want to interrupt them, but after you had gotten dressed in some of the jeans and a long sleeved shirt, you followed their voices and the smell of the food. Now you were leaning against the tall cabinets, biting at your thumbnail, trying to stay quiet until Minghao noticed you and his brows raised in interest.Â
Jun wasnât the only one that found you attractive; maybe he was just a bit more forward with it, but Minghao couldnât help but let his eyes move over you in the simple outfit. Taking a breath, the man drops his eyes when Jun notices him staring over his shoulder, making him curious at what could be so interesting that Minghaoâs face had lit up. One glance in your direction told him everything he needed to know.Â
âHey, morning. Iâm making you some food. Come here⌠Do uhâyou like eggs? I donât actually know.âÂ
Still smiling, you feel your cheeks burn at their attention as Minghao peeks back up to watch you moving closer, your bare feet on the tile as you glance into the pan, watching the omelette cook.Â
âIt smells so good. I do like eggs. I should be cooking for you, though.âÂ
Scoffing, Jun turns his body so there is no way you could take the pan from him after hearing you laugh softly. His eyes follow you as you move around the island to take a seat next to Minghao, who presses his lips together before looking over at you. Jun furrows his brows at the manâs reaction. It was like he was attracted to you, but that was ridiculous, right?
âMorning, Minghao. Thank you for bringing me stuff from my house.âÂ
Smirking softly, Minghao nods, his eyes moving along your face as his fingers slowly tap against his arm.Â
âNo problem. I didnât have a choice anyway, but it wasnât the worst thing this asshole has ever made me do.âÂ
Jun rolls his eyes as he tilts the pan towards a plate, letting the omelette slide out onto it. He knew that while Minghao was teasing him, he also wasnât lying. There had been plenty that he had asked of him, and asking him to pack up a few things from your house was one of the easiest things he had ever done.Â
Sliding the plate across the island, Jun watches as you smile up at him, taking it with a small thank you before you pick up the fork and glance at both of the men with a laugh. Neither of them had food in front of them and Jun was already cleaning up where he had been cooking.
âWait? You arenât going to eat too?âÂ
Leaning back in his chair, Minghao shakes his head. He extends his arm to rest it on the back of your chair out of habit as he looks towards Jun, who sighs softly, using his forearm to turn on the sink.Â
âWe already did. You slept in, Y/N. Donât worry about us; eat up. You want something to drink?âÂ
Cutting into the omelette, you sigh, glancing towards Minghao as he asks you about a drink. Why are both of them taking care of you now? The look in his eyes was so similar to Junâs when he took the time to dry you off after your shower before pulling his shirt down over your body.Â
âUm⌠yes?âÂ
Nodding as he slides out of his chair, Minghao moves around Jun as if he belongs in the penthouse, opening the fridge to take out a pitcher of juice. You watch as the men exchange a few words in passing, with Jun passing a glass to Minghao before the glass is then slid over to you. Taking your first bite of food, you let out a breath through your nose in disbelief at how both of them are acting compared to how you remember watching Minghao drag a man out of Junâs office the day before.Â
âWhat? You donât like orange juice? Everyone likes orange juice, doll.â
After a couple of days of being in Junâs penthouse, you were starting to go stir crazy. You were feeling more like yourself and it was getting harder and harder to act normal around Jun while sleeping next to him every night. While Jun had his office in his penthouse and all of the comforts of his home around him, you were a visitor with a bag and wandering eyes.Â
Jun had gone to great lengths to try to keep you entertained. He had given you access to his credit cards and a laptop, which you refused to use. You had access to his entire penthouse, including a pool, and yet you were sitting on the reading sofa in his office. Glancing up from his desk over his glasses as you sigh for what he could only assume was the twentieth time in the last hour, his resolve breaks.Â
âY/N⌠are you struggling to breathe, darling?âÂ
Looking up from your phone, you pout at Jun as he uses his index finger to pull his glasses down his nose, getting a better look at you from the distance from the desk to the sofa. You could feel your mouth go dry at how he was looking at you. There was a sense of danger in his gaze. You could tell he was annoyed with you, but so were you. Worst of all, you were bored, and you were starting to get homesick.Â
âMaybe. Itâs stuffy in this penthouse. I want to go out.âÂ
Scoffing, Jun pushes his glasses back up his nose, looking back at his computer screen. You have already tried this a few times today. He knew you wanted to leave, but you were forgetting how much danger you were in. The trauma was starting to be masked by impatience. Meanwhile, he was often reminded of just how real the danger was.Â
âI bet you do. Go for a swim, then youâll be outside, darling.âÂ
Leaning your head back, you groan like a petulant child being told no. Smirking to himself at your reaction, Jun clicks through the pictures of the burned cars from his personal garage located at the bar. You hear him sigh, his brow lifting as he rolls his neck. That aura of danger is very present as anger washes over him.Â
âMotherfuckerâŚâÂ
Furrowing your brows, you sit up as if you are going to move towards him when Jun looks at you, making you change your mind.Â
âIâwhatâs wrong?âÂ
Jun simply shakes his head and lifts his hand, pushing his lips hard with his thumb as he tries to think about how to phrase what he wants to tell you. He didnât want you to be as terrified as you were when he first brought you home and he didnât want you to be watching over your shoulder every second for the rest of your life. He knew he would have to take care of this problem but that wasnât something you needed every detail of. No, that was something he could metaphorically shield your eyes from.Â
âJust⌠There was some property damage at the bar. Nothing for you to worry about. Nothing that I canât handle from here.âÂ
You could see there was more on Junâs mind, but something about that look in his eye made you not want to push the subject much more.Â
âOkay⌠âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you sit back on the sofa, watching Jun run his fingers through his hair before he pulls most of it back out of the way. Tilting your head as the minutes pass, you let your eyes move over his face and down to his hands as he works.
Jun glances towards you every few minutes, a smirk pulling up at one side of his lips each time he finds you looking at him, only for you to look away when you get caught. That was becoming a frequent occurrence, and one that he was starting to enjoy. It wasnât just here that it happened, but also as the two of you lay in bed at night or early in the morning. He would wake up to find your eyes on him before you would close your eyes, pretending to still be asleep.Â
You were bored; Jun knew that⌠He also knew you kept thinking about what was going on outside of the penthouse. You were thinking about the bar, your house, friends and family perhaps. You needed a distraction. He could do that. Maybe he had just been holding back too much.Â
Biting his bottom lip, Jun hears you take a deep breath before he looks over at you to watch you once again look away quickly. You were painfully obvious and so fucking adorable. Reaching over with his left hand, Jun turns off his monitor as he tilts his head, watching you try to look busy scrolling through your phone.Â
âKitten?âÂ
Your cheeks burn at the pet name, and your eyes meet Junâs as you glance at him over your phone. He had called you that name before and many others, but this time the name felt different and it made your thighs press together out of instinct.Â
Seeing you shift at his voice, Jun runs his tongue along his teeth. He knew you were listening to him and he had an effect on you. Thatâs all he needed to know. Lifting his right hand, palm up, he bends his index finger back twice, summoning you to him.Â
Just watching Junâs finger move, the look on his face is enough to make your skin feel like itâs on fire. You curse at yourself under your breath for the reaction you have before glancing away. You know you shouldn't be acting like you are over your boss, but a sigh falls from his lips along with your name and you are on your feet, moving towards his desk.Â
Sliding his chair back slightly, Jun follows you with his eyes the entire way until you are standing in front of him. Leaning his head back, he smirks at you, really looking at you for the first time since you stepped into his penthouse. He had been respectful so far, but now you could feel him undressing you with his eyes and you felt exposed and aroused.Â
Leaning your hand against the desk at your right, you take a deep breath, waiting for Jun to speak. You had a good idea where this was headed, but you werenât going to make a complete idiot out of yourself by throwing yourself at him. It was bad enough that you were pressing your thighs together in your jeans as you shifted your legs almost uncomfortably as you stood there waiting.Â
Jun was enjoying making you wait. You looked like a dog waiting for a treat. He had your treat, watching you do the stay command like such a good girl until he said the word. Shifting his legs apart, Jun lets out a breath as he lets his eyes finally move back up to your eyes.Â
âIâll ask this first. Do you want this? I wonât make you do anything, but I donât plan on going easy on you, darling.âÂ
Blinking a few times, you feel your mouth go dry at Junâs words. You hadnât been wrong and you had never been so aroused in your entire life. You knew what had happened to you at the barâthe feeling of the manâs hand on your skinâbut now, as your eyes move over Junâs hand, remembering it on your skin as he took care of you afterwards, you find yourself wanting him to cover up that bad feeling with something good. You just didnât want to give in so easily. Licking your lips, you tilt your head as Jun does the same.Â
âThis? This⌠what? Iâm not sure I know what youâre talking about, Mr. Wen.âÂ
Jun sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at your words, feeling his palm itch. You were being a brat and he knew it. You knew exactly what he meantâespecially with your âMr. Wenâ bullshit. He could hear the purr in your voice and it was making his pants tight. Lifting his hand, Jun scratches his eyebrow, an unamused laugh slipping from between his lips as you shift to stand on one foot, your other allowing your toes to run along your ankle.Â
âMmm, baby.â You canât help the small smile that plays at your lips when you hear the frustration in Junâs voice, his eyes moving over your legs and up your body as he speaks. âIf you think you can tease me and get away with it, you are going to learn you are sorely mistaken. Iâll ask again, more clearly, and I wonât ask again. Do you want me to fuck you, or not?âÂ
Jun watches as the confidence that you had been building to tease him quickly fades at his question. All that brain power that you had thinking up ways to get him riled up was now being used to picture getting your pussy filled by him. It was cute watching how quickly he could make you crumble. Such a smart girl goes dumb and just nods. Pointing at his lips, Jun signals for you to use your words. By clearing your throat, you try to sound louder than you actually are.Â
âIâI want you to.âÂ
Nodding along with your words, Jun reaches out to slide his fingers along your hip, pulling you towards him and causing you to stumble, but he is quick to help you settle on his lap.Â
âThen thatâs all you had to say. Isnât that easier? Brats donât get things they want, but good girls do. Remember that. I donât like when my palm itches, kitten.âÂ
Swallowing hard, you glance down to Junâs hand as he runs it along your thigh. You canât remember a time when you had fallen so hard in lust with another man. Resting your hand on his chest, you meet Junâs eyes once again as he leans his head back to watch you closely, his thumb brushing your inner thigh going further up your leg.Â
âI⌠umââ Watching your legs spread as you struggle to think straight, Jun smirks, moving his hand to the button keeping your jeans clasped. âI donât know what that means. What will you do to me if your palm itches?â
Jun grins, his brows lifting at your question. He wasnât sure if you were still being bratty or seriously asking that question. Pushing his thumb against the clasp of your jeans, he uses his other fingers to work the metal button from its secure hold so that it gives way letting your jeans undo for him.Â
âMeans Iâd have to punish you, baby. Donât make me do that. Understand?âÂ
Lifting his free hand, Jun holds your chin so that you meet his eyes, his other hand sliding along your stomach under your shirt. You sucked in a breath, feeling his thumbnail circle your belly button, Junâs lips pulled up in a smirk as his words seemed to dawn on your face and you nodded.Â
âGood girl. Stand up; let me get you out of these clothes. You donât need them anymore.âÂ
Letting out a shaky breath, you feel your hands tremble as you slide off Junâs lap to stand between his legs. You didnât want to be as easy as you were being with him or as quick as you were to listen to him, but his tone of voice had your mouth drooling and your panties sticking to your folds.Â
Jun tugs at your jeans, pulling them down your legs, letting his eyes move with them. He had seen almost every inch of your body already, but this was completely different. He was able to really drink you in this time. He could allow himself to actually look at you and you were the most stunning thing he had ever seen in his entire life.Â
Sucking in a breath, Junâs eyes focus on the wet spot on the center front of your panties as you lift your legs for him, letting him remove your jeans all together. God, you were already so wet for him. He couldnât wait to see just how wet you were.Â
Jun wanted to take his time with you but there would be plenty of time for that. He was impatient and his cock was straining against his pants as his hands tugged your panties down your legs. You listen to the groan that slips past his lips and your thighs push together in reaction. The sound was almost sinful as he saw how your folds were glistening in the light.Â
Glancing up at you, Jun pushes his hands up your stomach, letting you help him pull your shirt up and over your head. His eyes fall to your breasts, his mouth watering, brow lifting. He had wondered if you were wearing anything under your shirt earlier, but respect for you had stopped him from looking too closeânow he knew his answer.Â
âNow you?âÂ
Smirking at your question, Jun shakes his head, leaning back in his chair. He had no plans on getting as naked as you were. He enjoyed seeing you completely naked in front of him. You whine his name, and Jun gives you a faux pout of concern, lifting his hand to tug open the buttons of his shirt.Â
âYouâll take what I give you and thank me for it.âÂ
Your breath gets caught in your throat as you try to process what Jun has said to you. No man has ever spoken to you like that and you enjoy it. You find yourself trying to fight the goosebumps that spread over your skin at the idea of him walking this fine line of meanness and caring. Your eyes follow his fingers to the end of his shirt as he tugs it loose from his pants, shifting in his chair. You had seen Junâs body before, at least his torso and you had appreciated it, but this was different. You wanted to run your hands over every line and ridge of his muscles, but you find yourself standing as still as you can as he keeps his eyes on you, using one hand to undo his belt and pants slowly.Â
Lifting his hips, Jun pushes his pants and briefs down, letting them fall to his ankles as your mouth falls open in surprise. You had let your eyes wander to his sweatpants more than once. You had curiously looked at his bulge and wondered just how big he might be, but seeing his cock hard and resting back against his abdomenâyour heart was racing.Â
Seeing the expression on your face, Jun couldnât help feeling his ego expand. He knew he was big, perhaps bigger than some would expect and better than that, and he knew how to use what he had been given. Smirking, he leans his head back, reaching down to wrap his hand around his shaft, stroking himself from tip to base, knowing you were watching him closely.Â
âKitten⌠Your mouth is watering. Tell meâdo you want to sit on it or do you want to suck on it?â
Feeling your cheeks burning, you look from Junâs hands to his eyes and back, stuttering over your words, not sure what to say. He was being so forward and that wasnât something you were used to.Â
âWhaâI⌠I donâtââÂ
Laughing under his breath, Jun groans, pushing his thumb against his slit and arching his hips upwards towards the feeling as pre-cum drips down his thumb into his palm. Letting go of his cock, Jun lifts his hand and purses his lips once again, bending his finger back towards him to make you come to him. You watch the pre-cum slide over his skin towards his wrist, making your knees feel weak.Â
âItâs okay, darling. I know you donât have any thoughts in your pretty head but getting fucked. Get on your knees and let me use that mouth to get my cock wet. Gotta make sure itâs wet enough to squeeze it into your little cunt, donât we?âÂ
Your head was spinning as Junâs hand wrapped around your wrist and you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. In the past, you had cussed out guys for much less and turned down tinder dates when they asked to see your pussy, referring to it as your âcuntâ. Yet, here you were on your knees, wanting Jun to fuck yours.Â
Kicking one of his legs out of his pants, Jun moves his hand from your wrist to your face as you move between his legs, looking up at him for direction. It was both the most adorable thing and the sexiest thing he had seen in his life. You looked just like that puppy waiting for a treat. Your lips slightly parted, your head tilted back, and your hands on his knees. He felt like he could cum on the spot just looking at you, but he had better control than that, and he had plans for you.Â
Guiding you forward, Jun uses his other hand to hold his cock, angling it so that his tip rests against your lips. You open your mouth as Jun bites at his bottom lip, a groan caught in his throat when his tip glides along your warm, wet tongue. Nails scratch at your jaw, fingers sliding down while Jun lifts his hips, just slightly pushing his cock even further into your mouth until you close your eyes and tighten your hand on his thigh.Â
You hadnât taken all of his cock in your mouthânot even close. You could almost feel him in your throat as Jun held your head still for a moment. Letting go of your head, he lets you move on your own as he leans his head back, groaning your name under his breath.Â
Jun knew he wasnât going to be able to let you keep your mouth on him for long. He had plans for you and they didnât involve him cumming prematurely down your throat, no matter how good you were with your mouth. That didnât mean he couldnât enjoy it for a few minutes. It didnât mean he couldnât relish in the feeling of you gagging around him as you forced yourself down further on his cock. You werenât a quitterâŚÂ Jun could appreciate that.Â
âFuuuckkââÂ
The word is drawn out on a groan as Jun looks down at you on your knees, feeling you finally pull back for air. He meets your eyes and he knows you are going to go back for more, but his hand catches your throat loosely and you stop in your tracks. The action scares you at first. You gasp, your eyes widening, but Jun purses his lips and shakes his head at your panicked whimper as he runs his thumb along your pulse point.Â
âYou think Iâd ever fucking hurt you? PrincessâŚno. Iâd wear your ass out and then kiss it better, but Iâd never actually hurt you in a way you wouldnât like.âÂ
Using a bit of pressure to urge you to stand, Jun lifts you by your throat as you stand on your own. Looking up at you, he grins as you shiver in his grasp, leaning towards him, finally relaxing as he slides his hand towards your collarbone.Â
âRed, if you want me to stop; if anything hurts or scares you too much. Yellow, if you need to slow down or if you need a break. Green, if you are okay. If I ask you for your color, you donât hesitate to tell me. Understand?âÂ
Nodding, you lick your lips as Junâs free hand slides over your hip before he guides you towards his desk.Â
âGood girl. Up you go.âÂ
You give him a confused look until Jun stands, kicking his foot free of his pants as both his hands move to your waist, lifting you on to his desk. Stepping between your legs, Jun smirks down at you as you lean back slightly, trying to avoid pushing any of his paperwork or supplies out of your way.Â
âSo timid and sweet after sucking my cock like a slut... what are you so worried about? Some pens and paper?â
Your cheeks burn when Jun degrades you. Leaning one hand against the desk, Jun reaches behind you to swipe most of the files and office supplies onto the floor with a loud clang. You canât help but jump to the sound as he grins against your ear.Â
âNow you can lean back without worrying what you might hit. If the computer falls off, Iâll just buy another one. I have a feeling this will make breaking anything in my office worth it.âÂ
Jun laughs when you whine his name and shake your head, trying to argue with him. Leaning back just enough to hover his face in front of yours, Jun watches your mouth fall open when he slides his fingers through your wet folds. His brows furrow at the feeling of your soft folds against his fingers and just how wet you were for him. It was one thing to see it, but it was another to feel it.Â
âFuck, baby⌠Youâre dripping on my fingers. You want my cock that bad?âÂ
You can only moan and push your hips towards Junâs fingers when you feel him push two against your entrance. You want to answer him and defend your dignity, but instead you only prove him right when you sob his name on another moan, feeling his fingers start to stretch you out.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, Jun smirks at hearing the sweet sounds slipping from between your lips. They were the sounds of his dreams and his daydreams. He could recall many days and nights spent with you in his head and him wondering how you would sound with his fingers stuffed in your pussy, and now he knew. You sounded angelic.Â
âThatâs right⌠you got my cock all wet, kitten, but now I have to stretch out this tight little hole. Gotta make sure I donât hurt you.âÂ
Tears collect in your eyes as your nails scratch at the wood under you, feeling a third finger sliding into you. The stretch is intense but welcomed, just like the dirty words being whispered against your lips. Gasping for a breath, you roll your hips down over Junâs fingers, tilting your head up to brush your lips against Junâs, testing the waters. A bit of fear ripples through your body like waves in a pool when he doesnât kiss you back at first. Instead, Jun groansâa sound similar to a growl in his throatâand his fingers push into you hard and deep before he bites at your lips, claiming your kiss for his own.Â
Jun had wanted to kiss you, but he had been worried. He had been afraid to scare you off with intimacy or perhaps to get too attached. All that faded away when your lips met his and he knew that he was fucked. You were his in every sense of the word as his lips pressed to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and your walls began to tighten around his fingers like a vice.Â
You reach up to cling to Junâs jacket, scratching at the soft linen, wishing you could get to the skin as he smirks against your lips, feeling you cum around his fingers. Squeezing your quivering thighs around his body, you try to beg for mercy. Jun laughs into a whispered groan of âagainâ against your lips, feeling you clamp down on his fingers, another orgasm ripping through your body.Â
As your body relaxes, Jun carefully slides his fingers out of you, lifting his hand towards his mouth to suck his fingers clean. Your heart races not only from the intensity of your orgasms, but also from the sight of Jun licking your cum from his fingers as he groans in appreciation.Â
âDelicious⌠I knew you would be, kitten. Been wanting to do this since the day I hired you.âÂ
Jun grins around his index finger as you press your lips together, obviously embarrassed by his words and how forward he is being with you. He was enjoying every drop of you on his fingers. He wanted to bury his face between your legs and pull an orgasm out of you before he fucked you, but the painful throb of his cock was telling him otherwise.Â
âColor?âÂ
Swallowing hard, you nod as you take a breath. You knew Jun wanted a verbal answer, you just needed to find the words and your voice after two orgasms. Your mouth felt like cotton and he looked impatient. Licking your dry lips, you let out your breath slowly and finally manage to speak quietly, but itâs enough for Jun.Â
âGreen, Iâm okay.âÂ
To Jun, you were more than okay. He could see the look in your eye and he knew you wanted his cock. He had felt how your pussy was sucking his fingers back in, and he had a feeling youâd do the same with his cock. Nodding, Jun lifts his brows, using his hand to angle the head of his cock against your folds so that he pushes against your clit. Hearing you whine, still sensitive, he smirks and tilts his head, knowing he needs to ask more questions, though he wants to just bury himself in you.Â
âTell me, darling. When was the last time you had something inside you?âÂ
Your breath quickens as you answer Junâs question. You were almost afraid to answer him, afraid he wouldnât like the answer or, worse, that he would like it too much. You were a busy woman and it was his fault.Â
âA while⌠probably, I donât know, six months, maybe closer to seven.âÂ
Jun nods, enjoying the idea of no one has been close to you for the past few months. If he had his way now, no one would be except him. Licking his lips, Jun meets your eyes, leaning his head to the side as you try to look past him, feeling under pressure under his gaze.Â
âAre you on birth control? Hm?â
He could tell you were surprised by the question. That wasnât something guys usually ask you. Typically, they would just put on a condom or wait for you to tell them, but Jun was different. When you look taken aback, Jun grins and rolls his eyes, lifting his hand to brush it over your warm cheek as he uses his other to tease your clit again with his cock. You canât help the moan that escapes your mouth as you lift your hips, almost instinctively searching for Junâs cock at the feeling, but Jun just tsks, pushing your hips back down.Â
âNot so fast, baby. Answer the question. Yes or no? I want to fill you up⌠but I wonât tonight if you arenât on ââÂ
âI am! Please, just, oh my god. Stop teasing me?âÂ
Hearing you beg was something special and Jun knew he could get used to the sound of it. He could feel how he was leaking against your folds just from the sound of it and now he wasnât going to make you wait. Jun watches your face as he pushes into you, the way your mouth falls open as he stretches you slowly.Â
You knew he had taken time to make you cum on his fingers twice and yet you were clinging to Jun as he slowly eased his cock into you, making sure you could handle him. It wasnât painful, but by the time he rested his hand against the swell of your ass, scratching his nails against your skin to the feeling of you clenching around him, you felt the fullest you had ever felt.Â
âPlease. Please⌠Oh, fuckâŚâÂ
Begging again... Jun groans, feeling his head spin and his stomach tighten at the sound of your voice. He wasnât sure he was going to be able to control himself, but with how you were begging, he wasnât sure you wanted him to and he had said he wasnât going to go easy on you. Sliding his hand back to your throat, Jun feels you swallow hard under his palm as his hips meet yours hard, thrusting into you so deeply that tears instantly fall from the corners of your eyes.
You had been with several men over the years, but none of them had ever made you feel like you were simultaneously floating and drowning at the same time. It was hard to catch your breath between the panic of having Junâs hand on your throat and the pleasure of Junâs cock hitting you perfectly with every single thrust.Â
When Junâs hand tightens around your throat, your hand moves quickly to grab his forearm out of fear of what he is going to do to you. Jun smirks at your reaction before his expression softens. He could tell you were scared, but he needed to show you there was nothing to be scared of.Â
Watching you carefully, Jun watches your lips fall open in pleasure as your walls tighten around him, your orgasm taking you back over the edge before he squeezes your neck just tight enough that you canât catch your breath. You feel yourself let go; your brain goes fuzzy, but as soon as you relax around Jun, his hand loosens around your neck and his lips press to your cheek.Â
âBreathe. A big, deep breath for me, beautiful. There you go. Tell me how fucking good that felt?âÂ
You find it hard to think straight, much less speak, as Jun lifts your knee to his hip, burying his cock so deep that you feel like he is in your stomach. Groaning against your neck, Jun turns his head to press his lips against your soft skin before latching on to it, sucking a deep mark so that you will remember where he was as his climax rolls through him.Â
With every thrust, Jun pushes his cum back into you until he finally comes to a stop with his hips pressed against yours. Feeling your thighs trembling on either side of him, Jun smiles against your neck with a groan. He knew he needed to move, get you cleaned up, and get all of his cum out of you, but keeping his cock and his cum in you was too tempting. You were warm, tight, and wet. Jun could get used to being inside of you and he could get used to the idea of stuffing you full of his cum.Â
Leaning back to look down at you, Jun tilts his head as he studies you. He wanted to get to know you better. He wanted to be able to just look at you and read your mind, he wasnât at the point yet. If he wanted to know something now, heâd have to ask and hope that you told him the truth or that he knew you at least well enough that if you lied to him, heâd know.Â
âMm, wasnât that better than going out, darling?â
Sighing, you canât stop yourself before you roll your eyes, causing Jun to laugh at your reaction. That was better than lying to him. You were a brat, but he was going to have fun breaking you out of it. Running his finger over your cheek, Jun watches you bite your lip as you run your thigh along his hip to rest your foot over his ass to get comfortable under him.Â
âIt was fun, but Iâd still like to go out.â
Taking a breath, Jun narrows his eyes before looking to the side at his computer, which luckily hadnât fallen off his desk while fucking you. He remembered the pictures of several of his ruined cars and what it could mean for you if you were found by the prick who wanted you. You didnât understand, and you didnât really know the situation. Maybe he could compromise with you.Â
âTomorrow... for no more than an hour, but you go with Minghao. You arenât going anywhere alone. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jun waits for you to nod before he leans to press his lips to yours. A groan slips from his lips as he slowly slips his cock out of you. Your brows furrow at the feeling of being empty and the sticky feeling of cum between your legs.Â
Stretching his back, Jun glances between your thighs, only to smirk at the sight of his cum starting to drip out of you. He feels his cock already twitch as he feels aroused at the sight. Shaking his head, he runs his fingers through your sensitive folds, pushing two fingers into you and slowly meeting your eyes as your mouth falls open in surprise.Â
âMm, what? I donât want my cum to drip on the floor. You can handle one more, canât you, honey?â
Glancing over at you, one hand on the wheel, the other resting his thumbnail against his lips, Minghao listens to your sigh as you look at your phone. When he got to the penthouse, he could tell things were different. The air felt different, you looked different, and Jun looked even cockier. But then Jun had grabbed your chin and kissed you so hard that Minghao was sure he had knocked you out, and he knew what was different.Â
âYou fucked him?â
Minghao had been quiet, uncharacteristically so, since he had gotten to the penthouse. You enjoyed Minghaoâs company, even before all the drama or before what had happened between you and Jun, so his acting so odd was making you feel unsettled. You were trying to distract yourself and enjoy the feeling of not being cooped up in the penthouse when Minghaoâs words shocked you back to reality.Â
âIâwhaââÂ
âItâs actually not a question. I donât know why I asked it like that. I know you did. Heâs even cockier than normal.âÂ
You feel heat rising along your neck and face as Minghao rolls his neck, a hint of annoyance dripping off his tongue with each word. Why did he care? Was he jealous? Furrowing your brows, you shift in the seat of Mingyuâs G Wagon. You were embarrassed and looking for anything else to talk about.
âIâuh. Why arenât we⌠Where is your Ferrari? Did you bring Mingyuâs car to be less conspicuous? âCause I donât think a G Wagon is much better.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Minghao leans his head back, glancing over at you with a smirk. He could tell you were flustered and deflecting. It wasnât going to work.Â
âCute, nice try, doll. Uh, I hate this tank. Itâs big and unnecessary, just like Gyu. But my carâŚâÂ
Sighing, Minghao furrows his brows, looking out at the road turning onto the highway that would lead him towards your apartment. He didnât like that it was where you wanted to go, but it was your request, and Jun had told him, âanywhere she wants to go for an hourâ.Â
âItâs seen better days. It was in the garage when all the others got fucked.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you give Minghao a confused look, making him give you one right back before his face changes. Jun hadnât told you what had happened and he had said too much. Clearing his throat, Minghao shakes his head and the corners of his lips turn down as he shrugs, trying to think of how to fix his big mouth.Â
âMinghao⌠What happened? You were the one who would usually tell me shit. Donât do this to me. Donât I deserve to know?âÂ
You watch as Minghao lets out a drawn out breath once again, leaning his head back against the leather headrest. His hand tightens on the steering wheel before he nods and curses under his breath. He knew this was stupid and that Jun would be pissed off at him, but you werenât wrong. You deserved to know.Â
âThere was a hit at the lounge. The garage where Jun keeps his cars?â Minghaoâs eyes meet yours to make sure you know what he is talking about. When you nod, he continues looking back out at the road. âSomeone set every fucking car in that fuckinâ garage on fire. We got lucky that we have a fire suppression system so it kicked in before it spread to the bar.âÂ
Lifting your hands to your lips, you feel your stomach flip with anxiety. You knew Jun had told you about some property damage but the way he had said it, you thought perhaps there was some graffiti on the side of the building or broken windows. This was more than some simple property damage. They were trying to kill people or at least make a point.Â
Minghao nods, seeing your reaction out of the corner of his eye as he pulls into your building complexâs parking lot. His eyes scan the parking lot before he reaches over your lap to open the glove box, taking out a 9 mm. Meeting your eyes, he lifts his brow at your reaction as he slips the gun into the back of his jeans.Â
âI just told you what happened at the bar; you think Iâm going anywhere without one? Besides, you think I went anywhere without one before? Come on, doll... Use your head. Your time is ticking; your boyfriend wants you home soon.âÂ
Not waiting for your response, Minghao opens his door and slides out of the car, the door slamming hard and making you sigh loudly. You wanted to tell him that Jun wasnât your boyfriend, but in truth, you werenât even sure what he was. By the time you start to get out of the car, Minghao has your door open, his brows lifted at your delayed movement. Rolling your eyes, you slide off the seat and stand next to him, closer than you anticipated, as he meets your eyes, letting them fall to your lips once before looking up and away.Â
Your breath quickens, and your heart begins to race even from the small look shared by the two of you. You find yourself wondering if he had felt the small thing or if you were just too much in your head after everything that had happened between you and Jun in such a short amount of time. Taking your wrist in his hand, Minghaoâs eyes scan the parking lot as he slides the keys into his leather jacket, pulling you alongside him towards the building.Â
âYou are walking so fast, Minghao... Why are you mad at me?âÂ
Rolling his eyes at your question, Minghao uses his shoulder to push the door open, letting you move past him before he follows you, taking your hand in his to keep you close to him. You furrow your brows at the feeling, but as he keeps looking behind the two of you until you reach your apartment door, you can only frown at him until he finally answers, letting you take out your keys.Â
âIâm⌠Itâs not that. Iâm not mad at you. Iâm doing a fucking job, Y/N. StopââÂ
Reaching up with your key, you put your hand on your door when Minghao tells you to stop, but you feel your door giveaway under your touch. Your question had distracted him just enough that he hadnât noticed the way your door looked ajar. Grabbing your wrist, Minghao pulls you behind him as he uses the other to take out the gun, flipping the safety with his thumb before pushing the door open with his shoulder, ready to pull the trigger if necessary.Â
You feel your heart in your throat as you cling to Minghaoâs leather jacket, your fingernails scratching at the leather out of nerves. He keeps his hand on you even as he kicks your door back in place behind the two of you, not wanting someone to come in behind him. You swallow hard, afraid to close your eyes but also too afraid to peek around Minghaoâs arm, nervous that someone will be there and that you will see him use his gun.Â
âIâm gonna move my hand, Y/N. Stay behind me; you got it.âÂ
Nodding against his back, you sniff back tears, glancing down at your floor and seeing your things scattered. It was obvious that someone had been in your apartment and they were either looking for something or they were mad you werenât there.Â
Minghao curses under his breath at the state of your apartment. It had only been a few days since he had been there. You kept a clean, organized place, and now your couch was turned over, your entertainment center was on the floor, and the TV was shattered. He could see empty frames, the pictures taken, or at least you were ripped out of the pictures.Â
Taking each room slowly, Minghaoâs anxiety calms down with each one until he finally realizes that no one is there. Turning to face you, he cups your face with one hand, wiping your tears with his thumb as he puts the safety back on his gun, putting it back into his jeans. Taking out his cellphone, Minghao puts it to his ear and you hear Junâs voice muffled against his ear as you finally look around, letting out a sob.Â
Jun sits up, hearing the sound of your fear and sorrow. He was ready to stand up and walk out the door if necessary, but Minghaoâs sigh made his brows furrow. Something was wrong, but Minghao didnât seem distressed, just pissed.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on, Hao?â
Lifting your head so he can wipe the other side of your face as you cry, Minghao shushes you, moving you to sit on your bed among some of your clothes that had been pulled from your closet and drawers. He watches you carefully as you pick up one of your dresses, your fingers holding it up realizing it had been ripped to the point that it wasnât something you could repair. They had destroyed anything they could get their hands on to make a point.Â
"Fuckers broke into her place. They ransacked it, took pictures, and ripped up her shit.â
Junâs teeth grind together for multiple reasons. One, he hadnât wanted you to go back to your apartment. He knew that if this was reversed and he was going after someone, that was the first place he would sit, waiting for the mark to come back. Two, he was furious that they had gone through your stuff and taken personal items. This was worse than his cars. He could replace those, but could he repair your sense of security?Â
âIâare you fucking stupid? Get her out of there. Iâm gonna kill the son of a bitch. Bring her home, Minghao! Or Iâll come get her myself.âÂ
Jaw clenched at Junâs words, Minghao listens to the phone go silent as Jun hangs up on him. He knew he was upset with him, but he also didnât blame him. He hadnât wanted to bring you here in the first place, but Minghao hadnât wanted to upset you by telling you no. Maybe you needed to get used to hearing it from him.Â
âCome on, Y/N. Iâm taking you home.â
Scoffing, you gesture around you as Minghao talks about taking you home.Â
âI am at home!âÂ
Shaking his head, Minghao grabs your arm, pulling you up with some force and making you whine before he leans to rest his forehead against yours, muttering an apology. He didnât want to scare you, but he needed you to understand how serious this was.Â
âIâm taking you back to Jun. Iâm taking you home. Donât fucking argue with me.âÂ
You swallow hard, your eyes meeting Minghaoâs eyes so close. You nod and lick your lips, turning your arm in his grasp. You wrap your hand around his wrist to make him relax his grip on you. Feeling his body relax under your touch, you nod again, and Minghao tilts his head back to press his lips against your forehead before sighing.Â
âGood girl. Weâll keep you safe.â
Minghao rests his hand on the small of your back as he watches you kick your shoes off in the entryway of the penthouse. You glance up, hearing Junâs voice along with another you didnât recognize. Turning to look at Minghao, he leans his head to the side, gesturing for you to go on as he lets out a breath, hearing how annoyed Jun was.Â
âOf course itâs Park Bonhwa. Donât ask stupid fucking questions, Wonwoo. I pay you to be smart and get shit done.âÂ
Looking up at you and Minghao as you move into the living room, Jun narrows his eyes at Minghao before he meets your eyes and sits up, extending his hand for you. You look towards the dark haired man sitting across from Jun as he pushes his glasses up his nose, his eyes avoiding yours as if he knows not to look at you for too long.Â
Taking Junâs hand, you take a breath, feeling his thumb press into your palm. You watch as his brows lift, his eyes studying you, moving over every inch of you that he can see as if looking for any signs of injury. Itâs only when he is satisfied to see you in one piece, with no damage, that Jun gently tugs at your hand, guiding you to sit down next to him.
âAre you okay? Iâm sorry about your place, darling. Use my card to buy what you need, okay?âÂ
You sigh, leaning into Junâs touch as his fingers move over your cheek as if he has forgotten who was in the room, or more like he doesnât care. Minghao pushes his tongue against his cheek, moving to the armchair near where you and Jun are sitting. You turn to meet his eyes, pulling away from Jun only slightly to do so, causing the man holding your hand to purse his lips.Â
âI donât sue people, Wonwoo. I get even. Heâs always been pathetic, but this is a new level of low.âÂ
Wonwoo leans back on the sofa, glancing over to meet Minghaoâs eyes as Jun speaks. He didnât disagree with anything that he had learned or that was being said, but it wasnât as black or white as Jun was trying to make it out to be. Shaking his head, Wonwoo drums his fingers on his thighs, tilting his head, before he looks back over towards you and Jun.Â
âHe has his fingers in a lot of pots. His casino looks reputable, so I canât touch that, but... we know that theââ Wonwoo laughs into his words, repeating Junâs back to him, ââtrashâ, had weaknesses. They were at your bar for a reason, right, Minghao?â Â
Shifting beside you, Jun lifts his hand, stopping Wonwoo and Minghao before they start. There was too much business talk with you presentâtoo much that you didnât need to know. There were still plenty of things that Jun was trying to protect you from. Both men freeze at just Jun lifting his hand, waiting for him to turn and look at you, a smile on his lips as he brushes his fingers over your cheek.Â
âGo get my card off my desk and the laptop. I want you to go into the bedroom and shop.â
Narrowing your eyes, you shake your head. You knew what Jun was trying to do. You wanted to know what was going on. You didnât want to shop and be sent away as things were whispered just out of earshot from you.Â
âIâno. I donât want to. Just talk. Why canât I stay? I wanna know whatâs going on, Jun. They fucked up my apartment. They took pictures of me and my family. I deserve to know!âÂ
Minghao glances down at his hands in his lap as you dare to raise your voice at Jun. He didnât disagree with you, but he also didnât disagree with Jun. He understood why Jun was keeping you in the dark for so much of this. Jun was trying to keep you pure and fragile. Minghao was just worried that if he kept you fragile for too long, you might shatter. Â
Clenching his jaw when you raise your voice, Jun tightens his hand on your face, his thumb pressing against your jaw as his fingers hold your cheek, keeping your eyes on his. He could feel you try to turn from him, but he wasnât going to let you. He knew you were upset, and maybe another day he would allow it, but today wasnât the day for it. Today wasnât the day for you to get bold and have strong opinions.Â
âShut up. Donât raise your voice at me again, understand me? I adore you, Y/N, but I wonât take that shit. You have no goddamn idea whatâs going on or what Iâm doing for you. So do as I told you and Iâll explain things later.âÂ
Your heart sinks into your stomach when Jun tells you to shut up. You have mixed feelings about the man sitting in front of you and what he is saying to you. On one hand, you are furious that he would talk to you like that, especially in front of other people and on the other hand, you find yourself feeling bad for yelling at him. He was right; you didnât understand and you should be grateful, but how were you supposed to understand if he never told you?
Loosening his grip on your face, Jun watches as your eyes widen only for a few seconds before you nod and lift your hand to wrap it around his wrist. He wasnât trying to be an asshole to you; he was trying to protect you, even if that meant protecting you from yourself. Leaning in to brush his lips over yours, Jun sighs softly before he pulls back and lets go of you completely.Â
Sitting for a moment longer, you let your eyes move past Jun to Minghao, who runs his fingers over his lips. Feeling your eyes on him, he glances up to meet yours before looking away quickly. It was clear who was in charge in the room and it wasnât him or you.Â
Jun watches you do as he told you to, the door to his office opening, the sound of you moving around for a few minutes before you come back out with a laptop against your chest and his black card in your hand. You walk past the men, meeting Junâs eyes as he gives you a wink and gestures towards the bedroom.Â
You knew he probably wanted you to close the door but you also knew that from the living room, unless he stood up and looked, there was no way for him to know. Sitting down on the bed with a loud exhale, you open the laptop and type in a clothing brand to the search bar as you strain your ears to listen to the conversation happening a couple of rooms away.Â
Running his index finger against his lips, Jun furrows his brows, not hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing. He knew you were probably trying to be sneaky, thinking he wouldnât know, but he also didnât have time to deal with every little detail today. At least you werenât in the room so close that you could catch every word. Turning his attention to Minghao, Jun narrows his eyes as his best friend takes in a deep breath, already ready to be berated for what had happened.Â
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?âÂ
Leaning his head back, Minghao lifts his hands off the arms of the chair with a scoff.Â
âThat she wanted to get some more of her shit from her place and that I was with her so I could protect her. You arenât the only one who gives a shitââÂ
Stopping short, Minghao glances back over to Jun, who is obviously biting at his cheek. Taking in a breath to calm himself down, Minghao sits up straighter, leaning over his legs as Wonwoo chews at his lips, feeling like he shouldnât be there for this conversation.Â
âIâm sorry. I fucked up. Iâll run everything by you, always, from now on. Alright?âÂ
Jun waits a moment, letting Minghao sit in his fuckup, before he nods and looks back over to Wonwoo, who looked like he was trying to be anywhere other than where he was. He liked Jeon Wonwoo; he was a talented lawyer with less than pristine morals. He paid him well for those questionable morals and they were going to come in handy today.Â
âIâm going to check on Y/N and then I want to go to the bar. Wonwoo, I want you to come with me. I want Bonhwa on the phone or in my office this afternoon. Iâm tired of this bullshit.âÂ
Sitting up and lifting his right hand as if to stop Jun before he stands, Wonwoo shakes his head and laughs, obviously confused.Â
âWhatâ wait? You want to meet with him? Are you sure thatâs a good idea?âÂ
Minghao knew that Jun didnât like to be questioned. Minghao also knew that Wonwoo knew that so he wasnât sure why the man would be asking that, but he watched Jun scoff, looking down at his hands as he ran his fingers over his rings.Â
âI didnât ask you for your fucking opinion. I told you what I paid you for. Get on your damn phone and make it happen. Iâll be back out here in aboutâŚâ Looking at his watch, Jun shrugs a smirk on his face already knowing what he had planned. âFifteen minutes, and then we can go. Minghao, you can stay here and babysit properly this time.â
Starting to speak, Minghao stops when Jun walks around him, slapping his hand down on his shoulder hard before moving through the kitchen towards the open bedroom door. Shaking his head, Jun leans against the doorframe, wondering how long it will take for you to realize he is there as you pout at the laptop in front of you.Â
âBought anything cute?âÂ
You had been trying to listen for more conversation, but it had gone silent. You hadnât expected Jun to speak again so close to you. Jumping, you look towards him, lifting your hand to your chest in surprise, as if protecting your heart. Smirking, Jun moves further into the room, shutting the door behind him and pointing at it as it clicks closed.Â
âYou know how to do that, donât you? Close doors behind you?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you look away from him as Jun teases you. Your attitude amuses Jun, a smirk lifting at his lips as you turn your attention back to the laptop, clicking to add a few things to your cart without looking at them too closely. Now you are spending his money out of spite? He could already feel his cock getting hard.Â
âAw, Princess, are you that pissed at me? Making me have to correct how you talk to me, and now you are just spending money to spend it?âÂ
Looking up at Jun as you press buy, you lift your brow, not even looking at the total. You watch as his smirk grows and his head shakes. You needed an attitude adjustment. It wasnât that he didnât enjoy watching you spend his money; quite the opposite. In fact, he knew he could probably get off on it, looking over his bank statement, knowing that you had bought yourself nice things with his money, but doing it just to make him mad?Â
âClose the laptop and slide it out of the way. You need a reminder of a few things, kitten.âÂ
Using your middle finger, you push the laptop closed as Jun chuckles in amusement, his hands already undoing his belt. He could see how you were looking at him. He could tell you were a fan of make-up sex, but that wasnât what he was giving you. This was a punishment, youâd figure that out in time.Â
âLick your fingers.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you pause for a beat until Jun lifts his brows making you rethink not listening to him. He watches you lift your right hand carefully, running your tongue along the length of your fingers as he pulls his cock from his pants standing in front of you. Running his fingers over your hair, Jun tilts his head knowing your eyes were on his cock, your lips parting wondering if you were going to ask him to put it in your mouth. You didnât deserve it.Â
âHand on my cock, darling. You know what to do. Make me cum, maybe then Iâll know how sorry you are.âÂ
Wrapping your hand around Junâs cock, you start to stroke him, only to stop at the last sentence he says. You were apologetic about some things, but not all of them. Starting to defy Jun, you loosen your fingers when his hand wraps around yours keeping you in place.Â
âThis little fucking attitude you have today⌠Iâm really damn tired of it. I let you go out, gave you someone to go with you and you used him to go the one place you knew I didnât want you to go. Use your hand, Y/N or I wonât give you a fucking thing.âÂ
Your breath quickens, your thighs pushing together as Jun looks down at you. You could see the disappointment and lust in his eyes. It was a strange mix, but it was making you feel so many things. You wanted him to forgive you, for it all. You were mad that you had upset him and you wanted him to make you feel good too.Â
Using your hand, Jun strokes himself a few times before letting you take it back over. You circle his tip with your palm, earning yourself a groan from his throat, before you quicken your pace, wanting to get your prize.Â
âFuck, much better. See how good you can be? When you wanna be good?âÂ
Biting at your bottom lip, you whine, shifting on the bed, trying to get some relief from the ache between your legs. You can feel how wet youâve gotten from just jerking Jun off, listening to his lewd groans, and feeling his eyes burn at your skin as he stares at you.Â
âAhâyes! Hold it tighter, shit⌠stick your tongue out, baby.âÂ
Doing as you are told, you look up at Jun, feeling his hand wrap around yours again, putting more pressure around the base of his cock when you feel warm cum hit your tongue, lips, and chin. Leaning his head back, he smiles as his cock starts to soften in your grip. Sliding your hand under his, Jun shivers, feeling your fingers move over his head, his cum coating your fingers before he takes a step back, pushing himself back into his pants.Â
Looking down at your hand, you bring it to your lips, licking it clean for a moment, until you realize that Jun isnât moving over to you. You watch as he uses the mirror on the dresser to fix his hair and jacket before clearing his throat. Meeting your eyes in the mirror, Jun grins at your shocked expression.Â
âWhat? Horny? You can wait. Iâll be back in a few hours. Hao is going to stay with you. Be a good girl.âÂ
Your eyes follow Jun out of the room, a smirk on his lips as he moves back into the living room to find Wonwooâs eyes attempting to stare into the coffee table. Minghao simply glances up at his best friend, rolling his eyes and letting a scoff slip from between his lips.Â
âYouâre disgusting.âÂ
Shrugging, Jun rolls his shoulders, looking over to Wonwoo gesturing for the man to move.Â
âDid you call him?âÂ
Nodding, Wonwoo gets to his feet quickly, his fingers moving to push his glasses back up his nose as he tries to keep his composure after hearing Junâs loud groans.Â
âIâŚyeah I did. Heâs gonna be there in an hour. Said he wants a sample of your product for his time. I told him Iâd see what I could do.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jun glances back to Minghao as he grabs his keys, lifting his hands in question. Standing up, Minghao nods, and lets out a breath, taking out his cellphone and pressing on Mingyuâs name before putting the phone up to his ear.Â
âHey, boss is coming in. No, shut the fuck up. Iâm not bringing the wagon back. Listen to me, you fuck! The new product is in, on my end, a gram, nah, two. Put it on his desk.âÂ
Nodding at Jun, Minghao sighs into the phone as Mingyu continues, even as Jun and Wonwoo close the door behind them.Â
âThe fucker thatââÂ
Stopping when he sees you standing in the kitchen with a scowl on your face, Minghao clears his throat and furrows his brows, turning away from you.Â
âHeâs got an appointment. Get your shit together and watch his back. Heâs got the lawyer with him, so you know how fucking useless he is. I donât give a shit if you like him.âÂ
Running your tongue along your teeth, you cross your arms, moving to lean against the end of the kitchen island, watching Minghao closely. You hadnât exclusively promised to be good when Jun had told you to and he had left you in a less than ideal situation. You watch as Minghao shakes his head, putting his phone back into his pocket, his fingers running through his longer black hair before he turns back to look at you, his eyes moving over you from head to toe, finally landing on your eyes.Â
âWhy do you look so pissed? Didnât you just get fucked?âÂ
The urge to throw something at Minghao is strong, but you canât find anything at arm's length. Instead, you just stomp your feet and move towards the couch, falling onto it with a whine. Following you with his eyes, Minghao tilts his head before following you to sit on the arm of the couch, looking you over curiously.Â
âWhy the fuck are you being so dramatic?âÂ
Staring up at him, you can still feel how wet you are from Junâs teasing. Your eyes move over Minghaoâs face, his neck, and the low cut of his t-shirt under his leather jacket. You dare to let them move further to his black jeans, the slight bulge that you had always looked away from out of respect, but now you were so horny you could die. Maybe he was right, you were being dramatic.Â
His brow raised, Minghao can almost feel your eyes moving over his body, but when they rest over his lap, he canât help the smirk that pulls up at his lips. Maybe Jun hadnât fucked you. Was that your problem? Had he left you all hot and bothered?Â
Minghao knew he should respect you and Jun, especially the latter when it came to boundaries. He knew that Jun would probably kick his ass if he touched you, but maybe he could have a little fun. It was too tempting when you were looking at him like a five course meal and rubbing your thighs together. How had he not noticed that before?Â
âAhâŚaww, doll. Did he leave you untouched? What did he do? Let me guess... from the sounds that were coming from that room, Iâm gonna assume he got his rocks off, but he didnât let his little kitten cum.âÂ
Your eyes widen at Minghaoâs words as you sit up on the couch, sliding your legs up towards your stomach. Were you that transparent? Of course, you were. It wasnât like you were being inconspicuous with how you were looking at Minghao and you were panting like a cat in heat.Â
Laughing under his breath, Minghao slides down to sit on the couch, sliding his legs apart just enough that he wonders if you would picture yourself on your knees between them. He wonders if you would let him fuck you if he asked. Were you that wound up? He had to keep himself in line. Walk it but never cross it.Â
âShut upâŚâÂ
Your voice is so quiet that Minghao canât help but lean closer to hear you better. You take in a deep breath and his cologne almost makes you moan. Biting your bottom lip, you look down at your knees as Minghao lifts his eyes to look at your face, his fingers brushing over your cheek, amused to find your skin hot under his touch.Â
âIsnât that what Jun told you to do earlier? Is that what he did? Shut you up with his dick? Is that all it takes? A little cock and you straighten up your act.âÂ
Leaning back from Minghaoâs touch, you listen to him laugh again, his finger extending so he can tap your nose. Crossing his leg over his knee, Minghao takes a deep breath before sliding his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. Now he was going to ignore you. Granted, he did have a few messages from Mingyu and Jun, but he could also see you shifting beside him. It was cute to watch you squirm.Â
âOh my god, doll. Did he say you couldnât fuck your fingers or something? Or is that an unspoken rule? You are killing me. Making me feel bad for you.âÂ
Whining, you cross your arms and turn away from Minghao. No, Jun hadnât said specifically that you couldnât take care of yourself, but you had a strong feeling that it was an unspoken rule. He had told you to be good, but it was getting harder and harder to figure out how to walk that line and again, you hadnât promised.Â
âIâhe told me to be good.â Sighing into your words, you glance back over to Minghao as he smirks at his phone, answering a message from Jun. âYou smell good, Minghao.âÂ
Lifting his brow, Minghao glances at you from the corner of his eye, hitting send on his text before lowering his phone to his lap.Â
âThat so, doll? You so horny you are gonna try to fuck the help?âÂ
Minghao watches your lips tighten into a frown. You shake your head, your brows furrowing tightly. You apparently didnât approve of what he had said.Â
âYou arenât the help. Why would you call yourself that? You are Junâs best friend. You are his most trustedâwhatever it is that you do at the bar. I just know that you are important to him. You are important to me. Donât call yourself the fucking help.âÂ
That hadnât been the point of what he was trying to say, but your words make Minghao swallow hard. He had been trying to tease you more, but now his mouth felt dry. He was important to you. You thought he was important to Jun. He was trying not to let that go to his head.Â
Jun pushes his tongue into his cheek as he flicks his finger against the baggie held between his thumb and forefinger. Mingyu had done exactly what Minghao had told him to do. There had been two gram bags on his desk when he had walked in, but looking at them now, he knew he wasnât giving some piece of shit, low-life both of them. His eyes lift to Wonwoo, who sits across from him in one of the leather chairs as he slips one of the baggies into his jacket before leaning back in his chair, lifting his hands out of impatience.Â
âIâm getting real fuckinâ tired of waiting, Wonwoo.âÂ
He had started to complain, Wonwoo shifting in his chair, ready to take the heat, when a knock at his office door drew Junâs attention towards it. Sliding his hand down to his lap, Jun reaches under his desk for the .45 hidden in a holster he had fitted to the underside of a drawer. He didnât know what to expect after all the bullshit that had happened, but he wasnât taking any chances.Â
âCome in.âÂ
Mingyu pushes the door open and gestures for the man to go in. Lifting his brow towards Jun, Mingyu uses his facial expression to ask the question he wants answered without words. Jun simply gives the man a nod to let him know he is okay, but he watches as Mingyu narrows his eyes at the back of Park Bonhwaâs head, pulling the door shut, leaving it cracked as he stands outside of it.Â
Looking around the room, Park Bonhwa grins, taking it all in. He was mildly successful. He owned a casino and ran a nice little underground operation of his own. Granted, it wasnât as âcleanâ as Junâs, but that was why he had sent his men into the Moonlight Lounge in the first place. He wanted to know where Jun got his coke, where he got his guns, and how he kept his nose so fucking clean.Â
Meeting Junâs eyes, Bonhwa lifts his brows before looking over to Wonwoo, chuckling under his breath. That was half of the answer to his questions. A good lawyer who could sweep shit under the rug. He knew who Jeon Wonwoo was and he knew what Jeon Wonwoo could do in a courtroom.Â
Sliding into the chair next to the lawyer, Bonhwa gestures towards the baggie in front of Jun as he sucks on his teeth. That was, hopefully, the answer to another question. The cocaine looked clean. It didnât look like it was cut with anything, which meant Jun was making bank off of pure product.Â
âThat mine? You being that stingy with it, Wen?âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jun picks up the bag between two fingers, tossing it towards the end of his desk, letting Bonhwa have to reach out to stop it from falling to the floor. Narrowing his eyes, Bonhwa scoffs, holding the bag up to the light before opening it and dipping a finger into the powder.Â
âThatâs a gram that Iâm giving you from the generosity of my heart when you deserve nothing. I should beat your ass into the ground, but I donât like getting blood on my clothes. I hate blood on my shoes.âÂ
Smirking at Junâs gall, Bonhwa presses his pinky to his tongue, tasting the coke with a tilt of his head. He knew he could get more for this than he was getting for the meth he was running out of the casino, but meth was cheaper and it was hard to find something this pure without an in.Â
âSuch a bitch when Iâm the one holding the cards. You canât touch me and you know it. You fucked me over. Three of my best guys, dead because of some little bitch. So now what do I gotta do?âÂ
Wonwoo starts to speak, hearing the sound of the holster under Junâs desk click, but Bonhwa tsks, moving his jacket to show Jun his own gun. Closing the baggie in his hand, the man slips it into his jacket and glances at Wonwoo with a smile before looking back at Jun.Â
âIâd have his brains on the wall before you got that gun from under your desk and even if you managed to shoot me, you think I donât know where your whore is?â Bonhwa unholsters his gun, laying it in his lap, his thumb flicking the safety off as he leaves it pointed in the direction of Wonwoo. âI had them take her pictures from her apartment for a reason. Her face is in the hands of every single man on my payroll.âÂ
Junâs jaw tightens, his eyes on the gun in Bonhwaâs lap, as Wonwooâs fingers tighten on the arm of the chair under him. Cursing under his breath, Jun moves his hand from under his desk, showing the man in front of him that he didnât bring his gun with him so that he wouldnât kill his lawyer.Â
âYour men touched something they shouldnât have. Can you blame me for protecting something that belongs to me? Youâd react the same way.âÂ
Nodding, Bonhwa flicks the safety back in place but keeps his gun on his lap, looking back over to Jun.Â
âYou took three from me. Three for one woman. Doesnât seem fair now, does it? The way I see it, you owe me an eye for an eye.âÂ
Jun narrows his eyes, watching Bonhwa smirk, a laugh slipping from his lips as he adjusts in his seat, lifting his hand to gesture towards him.Â
âOr something of equal value. Information perhaps, like where your product is shipped in from.âÂ
Wonwoo meets Junâs eyes and gives him a quick shake of his head to tell him to keep that information to himself. Jun starts to speak when Bonhwaâs hand moves quicker than his, the gun smacking Wonwoo across the side of the head with a deafening thud. Moving to his feet quickly, Jun hears the door open as Bonhwa laughs at being pulled up from his chair by Mingyu.Â
With his hand to his head, Wonwoo blinks as blood runs down his face, his glasses in his lap, listening to the sounds of fists hitting muscle. He groans at the pain radiating through his head and face as Bonhwa laughs through his own pain before Jun tells Mingyu to stop.Â
With his hand in Bonhwaâs shirt, Jun pulls him close, putting his own gun against his jaw as Mingyu pins him against the wall. He wants to pull the trigger, but he knows what problems that could bring him. There was enough happening right now, but if he killed Park Bonhwa, his entire organization would come down on him and he wasnât prepared for something like that.Â
âI will give you nothing! Do you fucking understand?!âÂ
Reaching into the manâs pocket, Jun takes the baggie out of it, throwing it on the ground as he pushes Bonhwa into Mingyuâs chest, taking a step back from them both.Â
âNot my information and not my woman. Get the fuck out of my sight. If I see you again, if I see any of your men, itâs on sight. Thatâs your last fucking warning, Park.âÂ
Laughing still as heâs dragged out of the building, Bonhwa grunts when Mingyu pushes him against the side of the Cadillac. Pulling the gun from his side, when two men step out to help their boss, the large man points the weapon at them and gestures with his head towards the bleeding man.Â
âHe got his warning; now Iâll give you yours. Stay the fuck away from the bar and from Mr. Wen, his employees, and associates. If you get near Miss Y/L/N again, Iâll stick my gun up your ass.âÂ
Narrowing his eyes at Mingyu, one of the men starts to take a step forward when the other shakes his head, pointing towards Bonhwa, who groans in pain, holding his side.Â
âSounds like heâs got some broken ribs. Take your daddy home and patch him up.âÂ
Inside Junâs office, Jun hands a bottle of whiskey to Wonwoo as he takes a knee in front of him, pushing his head up to look at the damage. He had already thrown the gun he had taken from Bonhwa on his desk with the intention of letting Wonwoo keep it. Clearly, the man needed to learn how to take care of himself.Â
Taking a sip of the alcohol, Wonwoo hisses as Jun pushes on his brow. Jun could feel the bone shift under his thumb so he knew there was a problem.Â
âProbably a fracture. Iâll have Mingyu take you to my guy. Heâll get you patched up⌠Iâll uh⌠fuckâ Iâm sorry.âÂ
Shaking his head, Wonwoo winces as he tries to open his eyes, feeling already too swollen to open fully. It wasnât the first time he had been hit, but it was the first time he had been hit by a gun. He knew the path he was taking was dangerous, but the money was worth it.Â
âIâll live. Make today worth my fucking time.âÂ
Nodding, Jun helps Wonwoo to his feet, leaning his head back, and gestures for Mingyu to come in and help him. He watches as Mingyu slides his arm under the lawyer's, helping him walk in a straight line out of the office. Running his hand through his hair, Jun glances back at the gun on his desk and sighs. He would get it to Wonwoo another time. Right now, Jun just wanted to get back to you.Â
The couple of hours that Jun had been gone had been full of tension for you and Minghao. Between the teasing on his part and the fact that you couldnât seem to get your mind off the idea of the teasing becoming a reality, you were worse off than you had been before Jun left. So by the time he walked into the living room, you were on your knees on the couch, happy to see him, only for your smile to fade at the annoyed look on his face.Â
Shaking his head, Jun takes off his jacket and tosses it onto the table before falling back on the couch on the other side of you as Minghaoâs eyes fall to the table. Minghao had kept what he knew about the meeting with Park Bonhwa a secret from you. He had done exactly what Jun had wanted and babysat you. He had kept you distracted so that you wouldnât ask questions, but that didnât mean that he didnât know the meeting had gone sour.Â
Turning towards Jun, you look him over and finally lift his hand into yours, pushing your thumb over the bruising skin. Things hadnât gone well; one glance back at Minghao and how he was avoiding your eyes told you that he already knew. Why was everyone keeping things from you?Â
âWhat happened? Are you okay?âÂ
Jun offers you a half smile, turning his hand in yours to run his fingers along your wrist before he pulls you towards him so that your body rests against his. He didnât want to talk about Park Bonhwa anymore. He didnât want to talk about the bar or what had happened. He didnât want to think at all. He just wanted to let go.Â
Leaning towards the table, Minghao picks up the baggie that had fallen out of Junâs pocket, holding it in his palm, before glancing over at his best friend. He knew that Jun would sometimes test the product, sometimes just for recreational purposes, but he hadnât expected him to bring it with him today. Things must have gone very badly.Â
Seeing Minghao move, you look back at him and then to his hand at the baggie with white powder. You had seen bags like that at the bar. In particular, you had seen them on the table of the men who had tried to hurt you, but you didnât know they had come from the bar. You were starting to realize that maybe you were being naive. There was a lot of money that came into the bar and it had to come from somewhere.Â
âWhatâs that?â You try to think of different drug names, tilting your head as you reach for the baggie, only for Minghao to keep it from your reach. âMeth?âÂ
Scoffing, Jun looks at you incredulously, as if youâve offended him. Leaning forward, he puts out his hand for Minghao to put the baggie into his hand. Once he has it, he holds it between his fingers and lifts his brow, looking at it in the light.Â
âMeth is for poor people, darling. People who sell that are weak and desperate. This is cocaine, sophisticated and pure. I like pure things.âÂ
Minghao knew that Jun wasnât really upset with you. He knew that Jun was talking more about Park Bonhwa and his business. You had no way to know who sold what when you didnât even know the real ins and outs of Junâs business.Â
Furrowing your brows, you look at the baggie in Junâs hand before sitting back and trying to understand what he was telling you. You had never done drugs in your life. You drank some, but even that was social. You were starting to understand what Jun had meant by this world breaking you. It was a lot darker than you realized, but you wanted to understand it. You wanted to understand Jun.Â
Looking over at Minghao, Jun purses his lips, seeing how close he was sitting to you. He hadnât even noticed when he had gotten back. He hadnât assessed the situation, but clearly something had happened while he was gone. Lifting his brow, Jun tilts his head, leaning back, to give you a good once over as he watches your ears practically smoke at how hard you were thinking.Â
âBaby, donât worry so much. This isnât part of your job. Your job is to look pretty and keep up with me. Keep me on schedule. You donât need to understand whatâs behind the curtain.â Smirking, Jun watches you pout as he lifts his hand to push his thumb against your chin. âWhat I wanna know is if you had a good time with Hao while I was out.âÂ
Shrugging, you glance over to Minghao as he takes a deep breath and looks away. He had been so confident before Jun had gotten home. You were having fun with him. He was teasing you and you were flirting with him; now he was acting like a scared puppy.Â
âKinda⌠I like spending time with Minghao, but you are both mean to me.âÂ
Jun smirks at your words, a curious look on his face as Minghao looks up, suddenly shifting a bit nervously at what you might be telling Jun. Lifting his hand to stop Minghao before he starts, Jun runs the fingers of his other hand along your thigh as he nods for you to continue.Â
âTell me what you mean. How are we both mean to you?âÂ
Deciding to just bite the bullet, you sigh, feeling Minghaoâs hand slide against your leg, trying to grab your wrist in an effort to ask for mercy. The look in Junâs eye tells you that maybe he doesnât need that mercy.Â
âWell, you left me wanting after I helped you. I think that was very mean.âÂ
Jun grins, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he shrugs. Taking a breath, he drops his lip as he lets out the breath with a sigh.Â
âYou need a punishment. You need to be reminded that if you have a smart mouth, you donât get what you want, kitten. But tell me, how was Hao mean to you?âÂ
Glancing over your shoulder at Minghao, Jun smirks at him as he gives him a pleading look, asking for forgiveness before you even speak. Jun wasnât stupid; he could feel the tension in the room.Â
âHe teased me. He knew I was suffering and that Iâm needy but he just teased me the entire time that you were gone. Made me want to break rules and... you know.âÂ
His brows lifting, Jun canât help the amusement on his face. He wasnât mad at Minghao for teasing you. He probably would have given him permission to do it if he had asked to, but what was most amusing was that you avoided saying what you wanted. Leaning towards you, Jun grabs your chin gently, brushing his thumb across your lips as Minghao swallows hard, watching carefully.Â
âI donât know; tell me. What did he make you want? What rules did you want to break?âÂ
You can feel yourself getting wet all over again. Your thighs push together as you whimper, leaning into Junâs touch but also feeling the desire to reach back for Minghao, knowing he was so close.Â
âIâwell. He made me want him. You said I belong to you, but I want him too. I wanted to sit on his cock while you were gone and stop feeling so empty since you didnât give me anything. You were so mean.âÂ
Running his thumb down your lip, Jun chuckles at your confession and how Minghao groans in frustration, afraid of how he will react. Glancing over your shoulder at the other man, Jun meets his eyes and lifts his brow in question, causing Minghao to open and close his mouth a few times before his shoulders sink in defeat.Â
âFuck⌠Yeah, sheâs not lying. I teased her. I knew what I was doinâ. Iâm sorry, alright? I can get the fuck out.âÂ
Starting to stand up, Minghao furrows his brows when Jun leans over you to grab his wrist, pulling him back down.Â
âI didnât tell you to fucking leave. Sit your ass down. My kitten wants your cock, Hao.â Smirking to himself, Jun glances at you to see your reaction before he looks back at Minghao. âI upset her. She said I was mean to her. We canât have that. I need to make it up to her. So I think I should let her have what she wants, donât you?âÂ
Minghao lets out a breath, trying to wrap his head around what Jun had just said to him as he feels you settle back into the couch. Your cheeks were on fire. You hadnât expected Jun to actually act on what you had said, and so quickly, but here you were sitting between the two of them.Â
Shaking his head, Jun watches you and Minghao, a laugh slipping from between his lips as he moves his hand from Minghao to your jaw, turning your face towards him.Â
âIf this happens, there are rules. I donât share easily. I think you both know that.âÂ
Nodding, you bite at your bottom lip, drawing Junâs eyes down to your lips as he smirks. He could see Minghao shifting behind you. If the man didnât want to participate, all he needed to do was get up and leave, but he had a feeling he would stay right where he was until he was told otherwise.Â
âHao will wear a condom and he wonât cum in your mouth or on you. Donât even ask for it. Understand?âÂ
You whine out a small yes, and Jun coos at you, tightening his grip on your chin ever so slightly at how innocent you appear. He knew you werenât innocent, but you were pure to him, and he planned on keeping you that way. Looking past you to Minghao, Jun lifts his brow, meeting the other manâs eyes before Minghao nods in understanding.Â
âGood, as long as we all understand whoâs house this is and who Y/N belongs to, we can go play. I think it will be a fun night. I could use some fucking fun after today.â
Letting go of your face, Jun swipes the baggie from the couch and puts out his other hand for yours. Looking up at him, you look a little apprehensive until you meet Junâs eyes and he nods. You knew you could trust him. It was a strange feeling. You didnât even really understand why you trusted him. You didnât understand why you wanted to or why you felt the way you did about him. All that mattered was that you did and that made it easy to take his hand and stand up.Â
Minghao closes his eyes for a moment, running his hand over his mouth, before watching you with Jun. He wanted this. He wanted it more than anything. He had wanted you since the day you had interviewed with Jun, but then he saw the look in Junâs eyes and it was confirmed by Junâs words. Then Minghao knewâor thought he knewâyou were off limits. Now he was looking at your outstretched hand as you beckoned him to join you and Jun. It was too good to be true, but he wasnât going to give up the chance, even if it was a one time thing.Â
Giving the guest room a quick appraising look, Jun drops your hand before sitting at the top of the bed. You stand at the door with Minghao, hand in hand, as the two of you watch him curiously as he opens the nightstand, taking out a strip of condoms and laying them on top of the nightstand next to the baggie.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jun scoffs at seeing you and Minghao standing like statues in the doorway. Rolling his eyes, he leans his neck from side to side with a groan as he gestures for you to come to him.Â
âYou both act like you havenât done this before. Come here, baby. You need to loosen up.âÂ
Pouting, you kneel on the bed in front of Jun as he pouts at you, furrowing his brow and teasing you with faux concern at the tense look on your face. His fingers trail over your cheek down to your jaw before his fingers reach your throat, making you swallow hard. Leaning forward, Junâs lips brush over yours, a smile pulling up at his lips when he hears how your breath hitches from just a simple kiss.Â
âAre you that touch starved? Did I rile you up that much before I left?âÂ
Nodding to the words spoken on your lips, you whine Junâs name, reaching up to wrap your hand around his wrist, trying to pull him closer as you push your lips against his. Jun laughs on your lips before pulling back with a sigh, leaning to glance at Minghao in the doorway.Â
âAnd Hao didnât touch you at all. What an asshole.âÂ
Tsking at his best friend, Jun smirks, watching Minghao scoff and roll his eyes. He knew he wasnât allowed to touch you. He knew what Jun was doing, and now his cock was straining against his jeans at the sight of you on your knees on a bed. Lifting his hand, Minghao sighs, running his hand through his hair as Jun claims your lips once again before pulling back, causing you to whimper at the loss of his kiss.Â
âMinghao, come here and touch her. Itâs what you both want. Iâm giving you both a gift tonight. Donât waste it or my time.âÂ
Swallowing hard, Minghao nods, taking a few steps to kneel on the bed behind you as you glance back at him. Just the heat of your eyes on him has him cursing under his breath and his hands running along your sides, pushing your shirt up your back.Â
"Iâfuck, you are so pretty, doll.âÂ
Smiling at Minghaoâs words, you lean back into his chest and his touch so you can feel his breath against your ear. Groaning, Minghao meets Junâs eyes, getting a nod before he tilts his head and presses his lips to your neck right under your ear, earning himself a soft, happy moan from your lips.Â
This wasnât the first time Jun had shared a girl with Minghao before, but this time was different. You were more important. You were different. Watching Minghaoâs lips move over your skin sends Junâs thoughts racing. Some were very good, and others were possessive and bordering on obsessive. Jun knew that if it were anyone else, he would have killed them for even wanting you, but it was Minghao so that made it something he could handle.Â
As Minghao slides his hands along your stomach, Jun makes a soft sound drawing Minghaoâs attention to him. Leaning back, Minghao moves his hands, seeming to understand without words, exactly what Jun wants. You whine breathlessly, not wanting either of them to stop, until you feel both sets of hands undressing you. Both sets of hands are similar, yet you can tell that Minghaoâs have more calluses as they scratch at your skin just a bit more roughly. Junâs fingers are more familiar, but you can feel the possession behind the way he grips at your body, pulling you a bit closer to him as Minghaoâs fingers undo your pants, his lips pressed against your bare back.Â
âMy beautiful little kitten is getting spoiled tonight. You like having two men touch you, baby?âÂ
You meet Junâs eyes, nodding to watch him smirk at you. His thumbs and forefingers roll your nipples between them as Minghao lifts at your hips so he can tug your pants down your legs, a soft groan escaping his throat at the sight of your ass. Jun chuckles at both you and Minghaoâs reactions, his eyes falling to his hands as he nods in appreciation of the view in front of him.Â
âThen you can listen closely tonight, canât you? Be a good little slut for Daddy.âÂ
Fingers slide around your hip, pulling you back against Minghao. You canât help but let out a moan, your brows furrowing to the feeling of his bulge, still trapped behind his jeans pushed up against your ass. Jun lifts his brows as he waits for you to answer him. His fingers squeeze your nipples as your back arches against Minghaoâs chest and you nod frantically, whining out âyesâ.Â
âThatâs all you had to say, Y/N.âÂ
Minghao grins against the back of your neck, speaking between kisses. He was feeling more like himself and bolder with each passing minute. He could feel you wiggle your hips back against his cock and just knowing how badly you wanted him made his ego soar. He knew he could follow Junâs rules, and heâd do what he had to do to get his cock inside of you.Â
Jun grins watching you with Minghao, the way your skin erupts with chill bumps at his words and how you nod again, agreeing with him. You were being a very good girl for them both. Sitting back, he lets Minghao get the rest of your clothes off until you are sitting bare in front of them, your cheeks warm as your eyes move from either man, both still fully clothed. Jun just chuckles under his breath as you start to cross your arms to gain some of your modesty back before he lifts his hand, pulling your arm down as he shakes his head.Â
âWhy would you hide how fucking perfect you are?âÂ
Whining, you look him over as if that should answer his question, but one look at his face tells you that he wants words.Â
âYou and Minghao are still dressed. Itâs not fairâŚâÂ
Moving his hand to your chin, Jun leans to press his lips against yours softly, making you relax. He could feel you pouting against your lips, wanting to get your way. Using his free hand, Jun moves your hand to his shirt, the button resting over his chest, feeling you smile against his lips as he lets you undress him for the first time. The way your hands shake as you undo the buttons makes Jun chuckle against your lips until your head drops so you can see what you are doing. The eagerness is evident in the way your breath hitches and you move closer to him, tugging at his shirt to pull it open.Â
âCareful, kitten. Donât scratch me.â You whine his name, trying to get Jun to stop teasing you as he smiles, running his fingers over your hair. âDo you want Hao to get undressed too?âÂ
Nodding, you glance back to Minghao, who smiles at you, lifting his hand to run the back of his index finger over your cheek as your fingers rest on Junâs pants.Â
âYou are spoiled. I never thought Iâd see Wen Junhui spoil a girl so rotten.âÂ
His brows raised, Jun tilts his head at Minghao as you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too much. Tugging down his zipper, you lift your eyes to meet Junâs eyes, finding him watching you carefully.Â
âIs that true? Do I spoil you?âÂ
Jun lifts his hips, letting you help him pull his jeans down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers as he waits for you to answer him. Glancing back at Minghao, you start to chastise him for getting you in trouble with his words until you see him significantly less clothed than he was a few minutes earlier. Your eyes move over his toned torso and down to where his thumbs rest in the top of his boxers, a smirk on his face while he waits for you to answer Jun.Â
You stumble over your words, finding your mind going blank, only thoughts of Jun and Minghao filling it back up until Jun turns your face back towards him. You feel his fingers press against your jaw as he coos at you, finding the blank expression on your face cute and desperate.Â
âAnswer me, darling.âÂ
Shaking your head, you try to scoot closer to Jun, sliding over his thigh so that your wet folds meet his skin. Jun hisses into a groan at the feeling, his hands moving to your waist to hold you tight, not letting you get any relief.Â
âMaybe Hao is right.âÂ
With a surprised breath, you find yourself on your back, your wrists pinned to the bed as Jun hovers over you, his knee pressed between your thighs. Arching your back, you rub your lips together as you shake your head, trying to argue. You want to prove that both of them are wrong, but as soon as you canât feel Junâs thigh close enough that you can rub yourself on his skin, you manage to do the opposite. A whimpered cry slips from your lips and Jun grins, his thumbs sliding along your wrists to keep you calm.Â
âMy spoiled little princess is already crying before sheâs had any cock.â Glancing over his shoulder towards Minghao, Jun lifts his brows and tilts his head towards the nightstand. âJust wait until you hear her while sheâs stuffed full of one.âÂ
Groaning under his breath, Minghao slides on the bed towards the nightstand to swipe the strip of condoms from it. Tearing one off, he tosses the rest to the side as his breath quickens at Junâs words. He could hear your moaned sobs as Jun teased you, and the idea of hearing you be even louder as he fucked you was driving him crazy.Â
You close your hands into fists, trying to plead with Jun to touch you as you wait for Minghao to put on the condom. You knew Jun didnât need or want one, so he could so easily slip out of his boxers and bury his cock into your aching pussy... But he only nods to your begging, feeling his cock twitching hard as he practices patience.Â
âShh..shh⌠kitten. Are you that empty? Do you need it that badly?âÂ
Fingers slide through your wet folds and a moan echoes off the walls at the same time as a groan is suppressed behind clenched teeth. Jun knew youâd be wet. He had felt you on his thigh, but feeling just how wet you were after all the teasing as he pushed two of his fingers into youâthat was enough to make his cock leak in his boxers.Â
âFuck⌠I donât think I even need to stretch you. You are so damn wet. Are you that excited about having us both?âÂ
Turning your head, you feel your check burn at Junâs question, but slender fingers turn your face back towards him. Minghao lifts his brow and you hear Jun laugh as the other manâs thumb pulls at your bottom lip. Your eyes move from either man until you finally meet Junâs eyes as tears run from the corners of your eyes. You clench around his fingers as he slides a third finger into you, his teeth catching his bottom lip and biting down lightly, waiting for you to answer him.Â
âYâyeah. Ah! Jun⌠please? Please, please⌠Can I cum?â Licking your lips, you search Junâs eyes for your answer, but when he doesnât answer right away, you push him further. âDaddy⌠please?âÂ
Minghao smirks when you call Jun Daddy. He listens to the way his breath changes, a groan bordering on a growl rising in his friendâs chest as Jun puts his thumb against your clit and his forehead against yours. You were good at getting what you wanted. Minghao wasnât sure if you even meant it or if you were just using the name to get what you wanted, but either way, it was hot, and you were getting exactly what you were asking for.Â
With your mouth falling open and Minghaoâs hand falling to your throat, you find it hard to make any sound when you cum. Nothing over a gasped breath of a moan makes it out of your lips as your cum seeps around Junâs fingers. Closing your eyes and feeling your head spin almost as if you are going to pass out from the intensity of your orgasm, you scratch at Minghaoâs arm, feeling his fingers lightly tighten around your throat. He wasnât like Jun when it came to putting his hand on your throat. If it had been Junâs hand there, you knew it would have felt like danger in the most sinfully erotic way; but Minghaoâs hand felt like a necklace, keeping you grounded to the bed as you soared.Â
Jun groans, sliding his fingers from your tight walls, feeling your body start to relax under him. He knew you wanted more and that you needed more. Glancing over to Minghao, Jun smirks, seeing his friendâs lips parted as he takes in deep breaths, obviously trying to keep himself in check until he is told he could do more.Â
You lean your head back against the pillows, reaching out for Junâs arm when you feel him sit up on the bed. Your eyes follow him when he lifts his hips to push his boxers down and he swipes the baggie from the nightstand.Â
âIâm feeling generous.â Junâs eyes meet yours, his smirk pulling back up at his lips as you tilt your head, curious to hear his words. âIâm going to let Minghao fuck you first, baby. Let him see what heâs been missing out on.âÂ
Letting out a breath he hadnât realized he had been holding, Minghao runs his fingers through his hair when you look over at him. You were stunning. He could see where the tears had run along your temples from where you had cried in pleasure from your first orgasm. He could feel his cock almost aching from how hard it was at the idea of being inside of you and being the reason youâd cry again.Â
âDoes that make you happy, kitten?âÂ
Jun watches you and Minghao carefully before turning his attention to the baggie in his hand. Opening it, he turns on the bed, running his fingers along your leg to pull your knee up so that your thigh is exposed and your legs are spread. Not only could he have his way with you in this position but he also knew that Minghaoâs eyes were on your pussy now.Â
He could almost see the manâs mouth watering at the sight of your wet folds. You whine out his name before nodding, your fingers reaching for Junâs wrist once again, only for him to shake his head and pull away so he can keep doing what he has his mind set on.Â
âGood girl. I like making you happy. I guess I do spoil you.â Meeting your eyes, Jun bites his bottom lip and lifts his brows as if to make sure you are paying attention to him before he continues. âKeep your leg just like this. Keep being my good girl.âÂ
Running his fingers along your other thigh, Minghao furrows his brows, watching Jun. He had a good idea of what was going to happen, but knowing and seeing were another thing altogether. Taking a deep breath, Minghao shakes his head as Jun taps the baggie against your inner thigh, leaving a small, thin line of powder on your skin. While he didnât partake in what he sold, that didnât mean that he couldnât appreciate the visual or the sentiment.Â
Your lips part in a small, surprised gasp when you feel Jun lean down to snort the line from your thigh. Without much thought, you run your fingers through his hair, your skin erupting with chill bumps as his nose brushes along your skin. With a small, satisfied groan, Jun hovers over your leg, taking a deep breath in from his nose and feeling his head start to rush. Smiling as the feeling of euphoria spreads over him, Jun presses his lips against your thigh before once again meeting your eyes.Â
âYou are so fucking perfect... Mmm, you wanted to fuck Hao?â Nodding to Junâs question, as he moves up your body, you smile as he lays over you, his lips hovering yours. âIâll give you anything you want, princess.âÂ
You could see how Junâs eyes had dilated. You knew that there were limits to what he would give you on a normal basis, but you hadnât been with him like this before. Right now, Jun was looking at you like you were his world. You could feel your heart beating hard in your chest as his hands ran along your sides and his lips gently pressed to yours between words.Â
âMy pretty angel. Iâm gonna watch you fall apart for him and then Iâm gonna fuck you so hard.âÂ
Pulling back from you, Jun leaves you breathless from just his words before he gestures to Minghao and you barely have time to think. Hands slide along your hips as Minghao pulls you on the mattress towards him and kneels between your thighs. Leaning down over you, he smirks at your surprised expression, running his right hand between your breasts as he traces the trail of your tears with his left thumb.Â
âIs that what youâre going to do, doll? Fall apart for me.âÂ
Nodding quickly, you listen to Minghao laugh almost darkly as his lips glide along your cheek before he finally presses his lips to yours. The kiss doesnât last for nearly as long as you want it to, his lips pulling away from yours, making you chase him for more. Running his fingers over your hair, Minghao smirks at how eager you are. Yes, he wanted you, but it was powerful to feel your body shiver under his every time he would pull away from you.Â
âPlease, oh my god. I canât take it.âÂ
You finally close your eyes, tears on the rims of your eyes as you feel your walls clench around nothing. Minghao smiles, his finger tracing your hard nipple as you arch into his touch. He knew you werenât his, but he could pretend, even if it was just for a short time. Jun cocks his head to the side, his eyes focused on Minghaoâs hand as he presses his thumb against your nipple, pulling a moan from your mouth. He knew that Minghao wanted to tease you for longer, but his heart was racing, his hands tightening into fists at how thirsty he was already feeling for you. Impatience was starting to kick back in for him.Â
âIf you donât fuck her, Hao... Iâll show you how itâs done. Stop teasingâ put your fucking cockââÂ
Meeting Junâs eyes, Minghao is the one who gives the warning look this time. He knew Jun wasnât in the same state of mind that he had been when the three of you had gotten into bed. Lifting his hand, Jun rubs his nose hard, leaning back with a groan of annoyance, pushing the same fingers through his hair. Minghao just shakes his head as you run your fingers up his arm out of some concern, a look of curiosity in your eyes.Â
âHeâs fine. Heâll get all that energy out once Iâm done. He said he was being generous, now he can wait and watch.âÂ
Smirking at how your eyes widen. The confidence that he was displaying even in front of someone that you had seen reduced him to something resembling an obedient puppy. It had your pussy almost weeping for him.Â
âYou can handle this, canât you?â Tilting his head, Minghaoâs smirk pulls into a full grin as his hand pushes your knee up towards your stomach. You feel the stretch in the back of one thigh as he repeats the process with the other leg and puts your hands on the back of your knees. ââCourse you can, doll. Stay still.âÂ
You start to question him, but any question you have leaves your head along with any thoughts when Minghao lines his cock up with you and buries himself in you in one smooth motion. Closing your eyes, you dig your nails into the back of your legs as you let out a soft, crying moan.Â
The stretch isnât so much that you are in pain. You can tell he isnât as big as Jun, but that didnât seem to matter that much because his cock was long and he knew what he was doing. With each deep, slow thrust, Minghao manages to let the tip of his cock push against your g-spot.Â
Finally, you take a deep breath and the tears he had hoped to see slip from your eyes start to stream along your temples once again. Minghao groans your name at the sight. He feels his stomach tighten, his pace picking up, and the sound of skin meeting skin loudly bouncing around the room.Â
Licking his lips Jun tries to swallow, but his mouth is so dry he can only groan, shifting on the bed, wanting to get closer to you. He wanted to be patient, but one more sobbing moan slipped between your pretty lips as he tugged on the bed so he could lean on his arm next to you. He was so thirsty, but looking at you, he knew that youâd somehow take care of it all.Â
Familiar fingers tighten around your jaw, turning your head to the left as you open your eyes. Meeting Junâs intense gaze, you whimper his name as Minghao thrusts into the hardest that he had the entire night. Your orgasm rips through your body as Junâs lips brush over your lips. He works his kisses towards your lips with a groan as Minghaoâs fingers bruise your ass with how hard he holds you.Â
Leaning his head back, Minghao curses into a groan, feeling you clench around him. You were so tight, it was hard to move. Now he had to work that much harder to fuck you the way he wanted to; you were driving him to the point that he was going to follow you right over that edge.Â
Groaning your name, Minghao watches Jun lay back, a smirk on the manâs lips after the rough kiss. The moment your eyes meet his, Minghao loses any control he once had. His movement becomes messy, each thrust deep and hard as he cums hard, wishing the condom keeping him separated from you was gone.Â
Trying to catch his breath, Minghao moves your legs down and around his hips as he lays over you. You gasp, feeling his hips roll towards you so that his cock is as deep as he can possibly be before he comes to a stop. You smile against Minghaoâs lips, your nails pressing into the back of his biceps when he nips at your lips before slowly pulling back from you.Â
The absence of Minghao sends a shiver through your body. Chill bumps spread along your skin and Jun smiles, running his fingers along your collarbone, marveling at the sight as Minghao moves off the bed. You were all his again. Jun was trying to give you a moment to come down from your orgasm, but the more his eyes moved over your body, the more he felt like he was going crazy.Â
Sliding over the bed, Jun smirks at hearing you sigh out his name. Leaning down, he presses his lips to your stomach, his hand pushing your hip back down as you try to arch off the bed towards him.Â
âYou just got fucked and you are still acting like a bitch in heat.âÂ
Your cheeks burn as Jun degrades you, his eyes meeting yours from between your legs. You canât help the chill that runs through your body at how intense he looks, his eyes darker from how dilated his pupils are and how hungry he looks. Fingers scratch over your soft skin, as Jun sits back on his knees, his hands finally resting on your hips, his eyes still locked with yours.Â
"Kitten, you are always so fucking pretty. Have I told you that?âÂ
Starting to look away, you hear Jun tsk in warning so you keep your eyes on him. The bed sinks beside you as Minghao lays back, resting on his elbow, watching intently. He knew Jun had been waiting for this moment and he would be lying to himself if he hadnât been waiting for it a bit himself. He enjoyed watching.Â
âItâs true. I used to watch you all the time at the bar, but this... baby, you are the prettiest when you are on your back for me.âÂ
Your lips part at Junâs words and his confession. You hadnât noticed him looking at you, but you had also kept your head down. You had tried for months to keep yourself off his shit list, when perhaps you should have been enjoying his eyes moving over your body.Â
Seeing the realization clicking in your eyes, Jun laughs and lifts his hand, rubbing at his nose as he shakes his head, feeling it spinning. He needed to do something with all of this pent up energy and you were right here, waiting to get fucked again. He had promised to fuck you hard, and he planned on keeping that promise.Â
Leaning over you, Jun slides your hands up the bed, grinning down at you as he lifts his brow at your reaction. You wanted to touch him and he knew it. You had been the same way in his office, but he wasnât ready to give you what you wanted. This was still his house and you were his to use as he saw fit.Â
âHold her arms.âÂ
You look up as Minghaoâs hands take the place of Jun's, pinning your wrists to the bed. Giving a small test tug just to see if Minghao would let you go, you pout when he shakes his head at you, keeping a firm grip. Your attention is brought back to Jun when his hands pull your legs up so that your ass rests on his thighs, your knee almost at his hips.Â
Biting at his bottom lip, Jun moves his hand from your hip to his shaft, pushing himself down so that his tip rubs between your wet, swollen folds on the way to your waiting entrance. Warmth wraps around him as Jun rolls his hips to meet yours. At first he keeps his thrusts shallow and slow, but watching you arch off the bed, trying to roll your hips down to take more of him, does something to Jun. The corners of his lips pull up into a cocky smirk as he uses his hand still on your hip to pull you down over him like a toy.Â
The stretch of taking Jun reminds you just how much bigger he is than Minghao. Gasping through a moan, you try to scratch at Minghaoâs hands as Jun continues to move you over his cock, harder and faster. You feel your brain start to go fuzzy, your eyes rolling back into your head as you let him use you and you just let go completely.
Whimpered groans slip between Junâs lips as his jaw tightens almost to the point where itâs painful as he clenches his teeth, feeling his climax right on the edge of a cliff. Itâs as if he is looking over at the rocks as waves crash over them, but your velvet walls are sucking him back in, keeping him warm, and pushing him to hold out longer.Â
âSo fucking good. Baby, youâre perfect. Gonna cum for Daddy?âÂ
Nodding, you tug at Minghaoâs hands as your eyes move over Junâs torso and his hands as they rest on your waist. You want nothing more than to grab at his skin and feel him under your fingertips but Minghao holds you tight. Sobbing into a moan, you arch your back off the bed and push down over Junâs cock as you cum around him. Your mouth falls open and your body is completely pliable when your brain goes blank during your orgasm, just a toy for Jun to take his cum.Â
His eyes move over your body, your skin glistening with sweat as soft moans slip out of your mouth and into the air like the most beautiful song he has ever heard. Jun shakes his head, feeling himself starting to lose momentum as he fills you with his cum. His hands start to shake against your hips with a few final hard thrusts that send you towards Minghao. Falling over your body, Jun whispers your name against your ear, a smile on his lips when he feels you nod, letting him know you are okay.Â
Letting go of your hands, Minghao watches you weakly move them to Jun. He furrows his brows, following your fingers through Junâs hair and over his shoulders as you hold the man laying on top of you. You had been gentle with him after he had fucked you, but this was different. You were tender with Jun and he was the same with you. Suddenly, Minghao was feeling like he was intruding somewhere he wasnât supposed to be.Â
Swallowing hard, Jun groans, his head starting to ache as the high that he had been riding starts to crash. Rolling off of you, he sighs, lifting his hand to run it over his face as you watch him concerned. You turn on your side carefully observing him as he licks his lips and makes a face like heâs tasted something bad in the air, his eyes still closed.Â
âHis mouth is probably dry as fuck.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you look up at Minghao as he leans back against the headboard. You didnât know anything about what Jun had taken, but clearly he did. Sighing softly, Minghao slips off the bed and out of the room towards the kitchen. You turn your attention back to Jun, wondering if you need to get up and get him some water, when Minghao comes back into the room with a bottle of water, making your chest tighten. Clearly, he had done this before.Â
Sitting up, you reach out for the water, taking it from Minghao. Making an unsure sound, you look at Jun lying flat on the bed and Minghao chuckles, rolling his eyes.Â
âLet me move him into the bed and get his head on the pillows. Heâs gonna pass out, but... heâs fine, alright?âÂ
You werenât so sure, but you just nodded, trying your best to help Minghao move the larger man up in the bed. You take charge of pulling the sheets from under him and placing them over his body as Minghao adjusts a pillow under his friendâs neck. Pouting to yourself, you open the bottle of water as you lean over Jun, putting the bottle to his lips and letting him take sips of the water. Your eyes meet Minghaoâs a few times before you finally smile and let out a slow, long breath.
âThanks. I guess Iâm kinda useless when it comes to this.âÂ
Shaking his head, Minghao moves to the dresser, taking out a pair of spare pajama pants and slipping them on as he glances back at you and Jun. He knew he could just leave, but he didnât want to. You looked like a lost bird and Jun could be a bit unpredictable coming down. No, heâd stay, at least until he knew that youâd both be okay without him.Â
Sitting back on the side of the bed near you, Minghao leans down to pick up his cell phone that had fallen out of his jeans to read over a few missed texts as you fuss over Jun. At least nothing had burned down, metaphorically or physically, in the time he and Jun had been busy.Â
You look up at him curiously, hearing a sigh of relief before your eyes move to his phone, watching his thumbs move over it quickly. You knew there was more going on than Jun was willing to tell you, but Minghao was a bit more forthcoming. Of course, that had been before the apartment fiasco and getting his ass chewed out by Jun, but maybe if you approached it right...Â
âHeâs been so stressed out. I guess this was good for him. Ya know, to just let go? Not worry about the bar, all the shit thatâs going on there.âÂ
Lifting his brows, Minghao scoffs, thinking your words were an understatement. Writing one more reply to Mingyu, he sighs and glances over to you as you put the lid back on the water, putting it on the nightstand, as Jun snores quietly beside the two of you.Â
âMm, yeah. He doesnât do shit like this often. He doesnât go crazy with it either, but shit has been fucked up lately.âÂ
Nodding, you run your fingers over Junâs hair, pushing it back from his forehead, before sliding off the bed, feeling Minghaoâs eyes following you. Gesturing towards the door, you smile and tilt your head to the side.Â
âIâm gonna get some clothes and something to eat. You wanna join me?âÂ
Giving one last glance to Jun as he sleeps a bit restlessly, Minghao frowns before giving you a nod. He could hear his stomach growling and he could use some water himself after everything that had happened.Â
Slipping one of Junâs shirts over your head, you feel the end of it rest just under where your shorts end. You stretch your arms as you move back into the kitchen to find Minghao sitting at the island, his head turned back towards the guest room where Jun was sleeping. From where he was sitting, with the door open, he could keep an eye on him. You feel your lips pull up into a smile before you force yourself to relax and clear your throat. You loved how close he and Jun clearly were. You had never noticed it before, but there was something about fucking them both that made it easier to see.Â
Looking over to you as you clear your throat, Minghao gives you a half smile, lifting a fresh bottle of water to his lips as his eyes move over you from head to toe. He knew you were wearing Junâs clothes, but he didnât hate it. You looked cute in them.Â
"So, whatâs for dinner?âÂ
Your lips pull back up in a smile as you turn towards the fridge, opening it up so you can lean against it looking at the choices. Taking out the milk, you show it to Minghao before reaching up for a box of cereal. You watch the manâs half smile turn into a full grin before he laughs and nods approvingly at your choice.Â
âAlright, chef.âÂ
Cereal is in front of you and Minghao, and you join him in occasional glances towards the guest room. The restlessness that had been evident before seemed to have calmed as Jun lay on his back, one arm across his stomach, the other threatening to fall off the side of the bed. Minghao watches you for a moment, bringing his spoon to his lips to take a bite of his cereal as your brows furrow watching Jun.Â
âYouâre whipped.âÂ
Your cheeks burn hearing Minghaoâs words, even muffled by food as he chews. Meeting his eyes, you scoff and shake your head, trying to play off how you feel, but even you know that you feel something for Jun. If you didn't, you wouldnât let him keep you âsafeâ and in the dark.Â
âWhatever⌠He grew on me.âÂ
Smirking, Minghao rests his spoon against his lips before sighing as you take a bite of your own cereal, eating it quietly. He starts to let his guard down before your next words cause him to take a deep breath and his eyes to fall back down to his bowl.Â
âMinghao? Tell me whatâs going on. What happened today? Please?âÂ
He knew he could tell you no. He knew he could tell you to ask Jun, but he also knew Jun wouldnât tell you. He knew that Jun would tell you that it was safer not knowing, but Minghao was starting to wonder if that was true. You not knowing was going to make you complacent. Not knowing is what made you walk up to the idiots in the bar the way you did in the first place. Being in the dark about everything is what made you feel safe enough to walk to your car alone after saying what you did to them.Â
âUh⌠heâfuck, Y/N. Heâs gonna kick my ass, but listen, alright? I think you should know. Itâs better to know what you are up against so you can avoid it.âÂ
Your brows furrow as you lean towards Minghao, waiting for him to continue. You werenât sure if you agreed with his logic any more than you agreed with Junâs. They both wanted to treat you like some little lamb. Yes, you had been terrified after what had happened to you in the parking lot, but after what had happened to your apartment and what you were seeing happening to Jun, you were pissed. You needed to understand it before you could really see it. Your eyes couldnât be closed anymore.Â
âIâll deal with Jun. I do need to know. It involves me, but itâs also fucking everything up. I fucked it all up.âÂ
Reaching out to take your wrist into his hand, Minghao is quick to shake his head. His eyes fall to where his thumb glides over your skin at your pulse point. He knew he shouldnât be touching you while Jun was asleep, but after what had just happened in bed with you, he felt maybe he could get by with just a little.Â
âYou didnât, doll. It wasnât yourâshit⌠I wonât lie. You shouldnât have gone up to those fuckers without knowing who and what they could do, but that doesnât make this your fault.â Minghao sighs into his words as you turn your hand in his, letting him have better access to your skin. âJun met with their boss today. Thatâs the man who wants your head on a stick. He blames you for three of his idiots not walking around today.âÂ
You try to picture Jun meeting with someone who could be in charge of the men who had attacked you and it makes you feel sick to your stomach. Anyone who could be worse than those men... you didnât want someone around Jun, you didnât want him around Minghao, and you didnât want him around the bar. The thought passes through your head, but then you remember that Jun is just as frightening.Â
"Iâwell, heâs not wrong, but why did JunââÂ
âFuck that, Y/N!â Looking over to where Jun turns in bed when he raises his voice, Minghao furrows his brows and lowers his voice before continuing. âNo, they would have gotten into some shit and ended up the same way on their own with or without what happened that night. It was just a matter of time.âÂ
Sighing, you just nod, closing your fingers around Minghaoâs. You knew he was probably right, but it still didnât change how you felt. It was getting easier for you to understand that people died around Jun and Minghao. You understood that they were probably going to die around you if you stayed in this world. You just needed to understand why. Tilting your head, you lift your other hand, gesturing for Minghao to continue getting a nod.Â
âAnyway, he met with him. His name is Park Bonhwa. Donât look him up; donât look for him. Iâll know if you do.âÂ
As if reading your mind, the warning makes you sit up as Minghaoâs eyes meet yours. You can only press your lips together as his eyes search yours, waiting for you to nod. Only when he is satisfied that you understand does he look back towards Jun and continue with his story.Â
âYou know he took Wonwoo, the lawyer. I know Mingyu was there; thatâs how I know most of this. I just know it went bad. Wonwoo got hurt, but heâs alright. Heâs aliveâŚâÂ
Your hand tightens around Minghaoâs and he sighs, knowing that piece of information would make you upset. You didnât even know Wonwoo, but you were a caring person. That was why he wanted you to avoid all this, and that was why Jun shut your eyes.Â
âJun beat the shit out of Bonhwa and Mingyu threw his ass out. They warned him to leave you alone and I think he got the message.âÂ
Looking in the direction of Jun, you remember how red and swollen his knuckles were when he came home from the bar. You remember the dried blood and cracked skin and your stomach tightens. While you feel some fear for Jun, you also feel a sense of pride knowing that he was not only doing it for you but also defending Wonwoo.Â
âAnd Wonwoo? Is he okay?âÂ
Smiling to one side, Minghao shakes his head when your first question isnât about Park Bonhwa or about how they know he will stay away, but instead about your concern for Wonwooâs health. Your kind heart shows through the tough exterior you were trying to build.Â
âHeâs alright. Mingyu took him to Junâs doctor. Got him patched up, and Iâm pretty sure heâs on a retreat so he can heal.âÂ
Lifting your brows, you try to imagine what Minghao means by his last words. You knew it had something to do with Jun and that the lawyer was probably somewhere very nice and being taken care of very well. The idea of that makes you feel much better about the situation.Â
âThatâs good. Iâm glad heâs being taken care of. Iâd like to see him again once heâs feeling better.âÂ
Sliding his fingers along your palm, Minghao chuckles under his breath as he leans back in the bar stool chair before nodding.Â
âIâm sure heâll be around the bar in a couple months.âÂ
Meeting his eyes, you smile, having had so many of your questions answered. You still feel a weight on your chest that Jun wasnât the one to tell you, but the strength of knowing lets you breathe. Leaning forward, you feel Minghao freeze when your lips brush over his. At first, he doesnât kiss you back until you meet his eyes at such a close distance and he knows you wonât take no for an answer.Â
Your lips press against Minghaoâs and you take in a deep breath through your nose when his fingers slide back over your hand to wrap around your wrist. The kiss is tender; it takes your breath away, but it is brief. When Minghao pulls away, you almost pout, but upon meeting his eyes, you know that he feels the same way.Â
âThank you for telling me everything, Minghao.âÂ
Minghao takes a deep breath to calm his nerves as he nods. He didnât regret telling you, but he was already mentally preparing himself for the lashing he was bound to receive the following day.Â
Junâs head was busting, but turning to his side, he couldnât help smiling. You were sleeping next to him. He was still in the guest room, and that meant you had chosen to sleep beside him. You could have gone to the bedroom the two of you had been sharing since he had brought you to his penthouse, but you had laid down beside him instead.Â
You were beautiful. He had told you that many times, but today more so. The light from the window on this side of the building was able to peek through the blinds and it was playing against your skin. Jun furrowed his brows, letting his eyes follow the rays of light as they danced where he wanted to run his fingers.Â
While he didnât regret the night before, he knew that it would be hard to share you again. It would be a rare thing to let anyone elseâMinghao includedâbe that close to you. Taking a deep breath, Jun scoots closer to you, lifting his hand to very carefully brush his index finger along your cheek. He smiles again, watching how your face scrunches up at the feeling. He wasnât really trying to wake you up, but that desire to touch you was too much. He knew what he was feeling, but he wasnât ready to admit it to himself. He had never felt like this about anyone else before.Â
You whine in your sleep, feeling yourself starting to wake up as Junâs fingers move over your hair. It was a nice way to wake up. He wasnât rushing you. You were warm and you felt safe. Slowly, your eyes open, and you canât help but smile when the first thing you see is Junâs face so close to yours. It wasnât a horrible way to start your day, and it was becoming something you looked forward to.Â
âMorning.âÂ
Humming in response, Jun traces the shape of your ear as he swallows hard, feeling how dry his mouth was. He couldnât stay with you much longer like this, no matter if he wanted to or not. He needed something to drink and his stomach was growling to the point that your eyes were glancing down at the bed. Watching your smile turn into a laugh at the sound, Jun shakes his head, leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead before sitting up with a groan. He was sore. His hands felt stiff. His knuckles almost needed to be forced to move as bruises had formed over the night.Â
Sitting up with Jun, you glance down at his hands before your pretty smile falls into a frown. Reaching for the hand closest to you, you take a breath, running your thumb over the cracked skin and hearing Jun wince. The adrenaline from the night before had made it easy for him to ignore the pain, but now it was evidentâeven if he wanted to pretend like he didnât feel it.Â
âI donât blame you for doing it, but you need to clean your hands better. I know he deserved to have his ass kicked.âÂ
Junâs brows furrow slowly as he lifts his head in confusion. Had he told you what happened while he was high? No, he hadnât been that high. He would remember. Looking over at you, Jun pulls his hand from you, rubbing his knuckles hard as you sigh at him, unhappy that he is treating his hands with so little care.Â
âWho deserved it? Iâm fine, Y/N. I donât know what the fuck you are talking about.âÂ
Watching Jun slide out of bed, you furrow your brows knowing exactly what he was doing. He was trying to hide things from you again. You thought if you caught him off guard with what you knew he would just tell you, not needing to be prompted to do it, but instead he was just lying.Â
Following behind him, you cross your arms as Jun opens the fridge harder than necessary to take out a bottle of water. Tossing the lid on to the kitchen island, he meets your eyes as he quickly drains the bottle and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. He could see you were upset with him, but he wasnât pleased with you. He was trying to figure out how you could know anything, but the more he thought about it, only one person came to mind, Minghao.Â
âIâm not doing this.âÂ
Shaking his head, Jun watches you scoff, your eyes rolling as he turns towards the bedroom. Your eyes move over his bare body, noticing scars that you had either ignored before or hadnât taken the time to really look at. Now your eyes were open and you were seeing everything. He had been through a lot more than you could ever really understand, but you wanted to.Â
Jun tugs open his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants, not looking at you as you follow him into the room. He had a feeling you werenât going to give up, but that still didnât mean he was going to tell you anything. The only thing on Junâs mind was how badly he wanted to kick Minghaoâs ass.Â
Standing behind Jun, you watch him pull the pants up to his hips before you reach out to run your fingers over his hip, your index finger tracing a long scar. You find yourself wondering if the scar was from something as simple as an accident or if someone else had given it to him. The line was jagged and the more your imagination got away from you, you could almost picture it being made by a knife. A chill runs through your body, and your hand shakes as Junâs hand rests over yours.Â
âI want you to tell me things, Jun. I need to know whatâs going on. I still work at the bar. I canât sit in this fucking penthouse for the rest of my life.âÂ
Fingers tighten around yours as Jun scoffs. You were infuriating. Shaking his head, Jun turns to face you, dropping your hand as he walks towards you, watching you take a step back.Â
âAnd why the fuck not? Do you seriously still not get it? If you are so goddamn smart and you think you already know so much because your buddy Minghao has given you all the detailsââÂ
Jun stops for a moment when he sees your brows furrow, tears starting to coat your eyes. He knew he was upsetting you, but maybe thatâs what it was going to take. Leaning down to take both your wrists to keep you in front of him, Jun meets your eyes.Â
âYou donât know shit. He barely knows what the fuck heâs talking about, Y/N. You are safe here! In these walls. I donât want you at the bar!âÂ
Tugging your arms in Junâs grasp, you feel your anger rising. The tears that had started to collect in your eyes spill over onto your cheeks from frustration when he keeps a firm grip not letting you get your way.Â
âIâJun! Let me go. What do you mean, you donât want me there? I work there! You hired me to work there. I have to understand whatââÂ
âFine! Youâre fired!âÂ
You stop struggling and stand in front of Jun in shock when he cuts you off. You knew that he didnât want to explain things to you and that he wanted to protect you but you never thought he would go as far as to fire you. You were good at your job. You loved working with the people at the bar. You werenât close with your family so over time they had become like your family, and now Jun was keeping you from them.Â
Jun watches anger turn to pain on your face as your tears flow more freely down your face. His heart was aching, but he needed to make you understand his way. Yes, Park Bonhwa had hopefully gotten his message, but he also knew that every single one of his men had your face in their hands. It terrified him because he lovâ no, he couldnât even think about it.Â
âWhat did you just say to me?âÂ
Swallowing hard, Jun loosens his grip on you, trying to get his own footing as you make him repeat himself. It was harder the second time.Â
âIâI said, youâre fired, Y/N.âÂ
Jerking your arms from Junâs grasp, you pull from him as he watches, running his fingers through his hair as you start to move through the bedroom, picking up bits and pieces of your clothing. His heart was pounding in his chest; this hadnât been what he wanted. He didnât want you at the bar, but that didnât mean he didnât want or need you here.Â
âWait⌠baby. Whatâno. What are you doing?âÂ
Junâs hand pulls at your wrist as you push your things into the bag that Minghao had brought for you the first night you had been brought to the penthouse. Pulling away from him again, you hear Junâs breath get caught in his throatâalmost the sound of a choked sobâbut you donât look at him. You were too busy blinking away your own tears and making up your mind.Â
âIâm packing, Mr. Wen. What does it look like?âÂ
Hearing you call him Mr. Wen cuts like a knife. Groaning under his breath, Jun shakes his head and reaches for your bag this time, only for you to meet his eyes and for that look to stop him in his tracks. You looked furious and hurt.Â
âIf Iâm no longer your employee, you have no fucking reason to make me stay. I can walk out the door. I donât have any ties to you.âÂ
That was worse than his name. You were twisting the knife. Jun wasnât sure if you knew how he felt about you, but those words were breaking him. Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you try to push past Jun, tears dripping from your cheeks as he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping his arm around your chest.Â
âYou donât have anywhere to go. Donât do this, please? IâIâm sorry. I needâŚâÂ
Junâs voice trails off and you feel his fingers tremble against your shoulder. You knew you could probably pull his arm down and away from you, but leaning back against his chest, you could feel his body shake. You had never seen or heard Jun cry. There was no way he was crying over you.Â
âI can figure out somewhere to go.â Trying to look back at him, you see Jun close his eyes, turning his face away from you as if heâs hiding something. âWhat do you need? Finish the sentence.âÂ
Groaning, Jun lets you go, feeling you turn your body towards him. He was trying to keep his emotions in check, but his cheeks were wet. You canât stop yourself from frowning, you have to fight yourself to keep your hands at your sides as the urge to wipe the tears from his cheeks becomes strong. You were shocked to see him crying; it was breaking your heart, but it wasnât going to change your mind, not if Jun couldnât finish what he had started to say.Â
âIâI need you. I need you to stay here.âÂ
The first part of Junâs explanation makes your head feel light, almost as if you are going to faint. You take a breath to steady yourself. You had never been needed by anyone, especially not by someone like Wen Junhui, but hearing him admit it made you feel weak in the knees. The second part made your brows furrow, that seemed like what he had been saying over and over again.Â
âI canât just live inside this penthouse for the rest of my life and not be able to goââÂ
âNo, no, I know. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry, baby. Please, let me explain.âÂ
Junâs eyes open, and his hands move to cautiously hold your arms as if heâs afraid youâll walk away from him. This time he doesnât force you to stand in front of him, but he guides you to stay watching and nod so he can continue.Â
âIâm so fucking scared someone will hurt you and I wonât be there to stop it. I thoughtâI was hoping that by keeping you inside the house, youâd be safe and happy.âÂ
Your head tilts, your eyes narrow, and Jun lets out a whining groan, knowing that he is wrong.Â
âI know; I see it now. You arenât happyânot happy like I wanted. I just get so fucking obsessed with wanting to keep you safe becauseâwell, becauseâŚâÂ
Lifting your brow, you watch Jun struggle with his words. He had always been so well spoken at the bar, even when he was yelling at someone. You had never seen him so tongue tied and unable to get his words to connect from his brain to his mouth. Shifting in his hands, you lift your hand to finally wipe at one of his cheeks with your thumb, and Jun almost melts at your touch. Leaning into your hand, he closes his eyes and lets out a soft, content sound, happy to feel your hand on his skin. He knows what he wants to say and what he needs to say, but itâs terrifying.Â
âJust say it, Jun. This is what is driving me crazy. I canât live my life around you if you donât tell me whatâs going on. I canât read your mind. I canât understand things if Iâm not told.âÂ
Nodding, Junâs hand gently wraps around your wrist so he can turn your hand in his leaning to press his lips to the heel of your hand. This was going to change everything. You were changing everything. Junâs entire worldview was on its head because of some innocent girl that he thought was cute and he decided to hire her. He just had to go and fall in love with you.Â
âIâll do better. I promise. Give me a chance. Donât leave me. You can come back to the bar. I need you.âÂ
There was still so much left unsaid, but you were getting the feeling that they were words that he needed time to process and to say. The words that he was able to say were enough to make your shoulders relax and for you to nod. You just wanted to compromise with him. You werenât trying to rebuild his entire world; you were just trying to be part of it.Â
Moving his hands to either side of your face, Jun furrows his brows, watching your expression. Your eyes stay locked on his and Jun finally lets out a breath, not seeing any sign that you were going to pull away from him again. Leaning forward, he pushes his lips against yours, gently letting the kiss hopefully say everything he canât seem to get out.Â
The kiss is different. Jun doesnât rush. Instead, his thumbs brush against your cheeks as his tongue glides along yours slowly. You find yourself having to wrap your fingers around his wrists to keep yourself steady as your head once again feels woozy. When you sway in his arms, Jun furrows his brows, only then pulling back to look at you to see your eyes still closed and your lips barely parted, waiting for another kiss. Smiling, he brushes his lips back against yours before pulling your bag from your shoulder and letting it fall to the floor as he walks you backward towards the bed.Â
The back of your legs hit the bed before you feel Jun lay you back on the bed. His hand behind your head doesnât let you fall; he rests one knee against the mattress as he lowers you down, making sure you never slip from his hold. Whispering his name, you start to slide your hands along Junâs chest as he hovers above you, but remembering how every time you had been with him, he hadnât let you touch him, you pause.Â
Jun furrows his brows, seeing the uncertainty in your eyes and the way your voice wavers. There was something intimate about having someone touch you. That had been why he hadnât wanted your hands on him often. He liked you too much. He had been falling in love with you too quickly and it scared the shit out of him. If he kept your hands off his skin as much as possible as he fucked you into a mattress or on top of his desk, then he couldnât feel as connected to you.Â
Looking at you now, as you lay under him, your lips parted as you took deep breaths. All Jun wants is your hands on him. Reaching for your hand, Jun lifts it and puts your palm against his chest, near his heart. You feel it beating hard and fast in his chest, almost faster than yours. Your eyes fall to where your fingers rest over Junâs skin as you carefully move your hand before bringing your other hand up to run it along his side. You could really see each scar now; you could trace them with your fingers, but you could also count each mole and freckle. You were able to appreciate how beautiful Jun was without being told not to touch him or being rushed to do something else.Â
Licking his lips, Jun feels chill bumps spread along his skin under your touch. You were being gentle, almost as if you were afraid he was going to make you stop. That wouldnât happen again. He was yours just as much as he claims you as his own now. He should tell you that, Jun thinks to himself as his thumb glides under the borrowed shirt that had ridden up on your torso. Shaking his head to himself, he just smiles instead and meets your eyes before pressing his lips to yours once again, his hips rutting against yours, begging for relief.Â
You had fallen for this man. You were breathless from his kiss and the way his mouth felt on your skin. You hadnât let yourself admit it, not even when Minghao teased you, but as Junâs kisses trailed along your jaw to your neck, you knew it was true. You couldnât see yourself anywhere else but with him now.Â
âWanna do this forever.âÂ
Junâs words make you clench around nothing; your thighs tighten around his hips. Groaning next to your ear at your reaction, Jun scratches his fingers up under your shirt, pushing it up your chest. If this were any other day, he would have already had you naked and split you open with his cock, but not this time. Jun didnât make love, but he did this time. He would make love to you.Â
âSound so pretty. Sound like an angel, kitten.âÂ
Whimpering as Jun speaks, you lean your head back, scratching your nails lightly over his shoulders and feeling his fingers massage at your breasts. This was better than any other time that he had fucked you. Yes, all the other times had felt great, but you were already so wet that you were uncomfortable and Jun had barely touched you.Â
âDonât tease. Please, not today, Junnie.âÂ
The name slips out of your mouth before you even think about it. Pressing your lips together, you wait for Jun to get upset or have at least a negative reaction, but instead he leans back to look down at you, a smile on his lips. Leaning down, Jun pecks at your lips as his brows furrow curiously.Â
âCall me that again.âÂ
Licking your lips, you watch Jun lean back, his hands pulling the shirt up and over your head so he can toss it behind him.Â
âJunnieâŚâÂ
Chuckling under his breath, Jun shakes his head at how much he enjoys the sweet name on your lips. He hated nicknames and most pet names. They were degrading to someone of his standing, but this one coming out of your mouth made his chest feel light.Â
You sigh happily when Junâs lips brush over the top of your breast, his kisses moving slowly over your skin until he reaches your nipple. Lacing your fingers through his hair, your grip gets tighter when Junâs tongue laps at your nipple, causing it to harden. So much of your time with Jun has been centered on him. Anything he had done at the end of the day had been to prepare you to take him, but now he was taking his time, almost worshiping you as he worked his way from one breast to the other.Â
âAh⌠feels good.âÂ
Grazing his teeth over your pebbled nipple, Jun smiles when you arch your chest towards his mouth. He hadnât been lying when he said you sounded like an angel. Every moan and whimper out of your mouth was driving him crazy. He could feel himself leaking against the front of his sweatpants as he worked his kisses lower, over your stomach, and down to where your panties sat low on your hips.Â
Glancing up at you, Jun watches you lift your hand to brush your fingers at your lips, trying to be quieter, only to fail to feel his warm breath fan across your panties. He didnât want you to be quiet and he had a feeling you wouldnât be able to once he got started.Â
Using his index finger, Jun tugs your panties to the side, marveling at how wet your folds are. Carefully, he separates your lips using his thumb, letting out a soft groan as his eyes move from your clit down to your clenching hole. He knew how good it felt to be inside of you, and he wanted that more than anything, but he could be patient. Today, for you, he could do just about anything.Â
When Junâs tongue glides between your folds, you almost start to cry. Tears of pleasure sit on the rims of your eyes as you scratch the bedding under your hands. The warmth of his mouth, mixed with the fact that he clearly knows what he is doing, is enough to make you see stars.Â
Stiffening his tongue, Jun wraps one arm under your leg, pulling you closer to his mouth as he furrows his brows to your taste. Pushing his tongue into you, he canât help the deep groan that escapes his mouth and causes his mouth to almost vibrate against your pussy. Muttering fuck, against your folds, Jun shakes his head as he leans back to spit on your already soaking folds. Watching his spit drip down your skin, he smirks and is right back to what he was doing, his lips and tongue moving over your clit, making your thighs shake.Â
When you cum, you donât have time to warn Jun. You only have enough time to push your fingers into his hair and hold him tighter between your legs as you cry out in pleasure. Letting go of his head, you start to apologize when you feel Jun laugh, his lips pressing against your thigh. Shaking his head, he groans and turns his attention back to your pussy. Jun can feel your thighs shaking around his head as he laps at the cum dripping from you but he only stops when you whine and tell him itâs too much.Â
"Sorry, baby, you taste so good. I should have done that earlier.âÂ
Covering your face, you feel your cheeks burning under his attention. Fingers work your soaked panties down your legs before Jun kicks his sweatpants off and to the side. Gently, he moves your hand from your face as he settles back between your legs, resting on top of you. He knew that you were shy, but, in his opinion, you had nothing to be shy about.Â
Taking your hand in his, Jun presses his lips to the tips of your fingers before leaning to capture your lips with his own. You sigh into the kiss, only for the sigh to turn into a moan when you feel Jun push the head of his cock against your pussy. You are so wet that he slips in with much more ease than any time before, but the stretch still makes you tense up at first.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, Jun groans your name quietly as he thrusts into you with slow and steady movements. You had gotten used to him being rough and quick, but now you were feeling every inch of him as he pressed his hips flush with yours with every thrust. Mouth falling open with a breathless moan, you close your eyes tightly, and Jun can only nod in agreement as you clench around him tightly.Â
âFuck, so perfect. Want you to be mine, kitten. I justââ Groaning, Jun buries his head against your neck, kissing up to your ear before he finally speaks again and says what he had been so afraid to say. âI just love you so fucking much.âÂ
The words both shock you and send you over the edge. Clinging to Jun, you gasp his name in a loud moan as he kisses your neck, letting you roll your hips over him to ride out your orgasm. Throwing your head back, your brows furrowed tightly, you watch as Jun follows your same patch a few moments later. Pushing back on his hand so that he isnât laying on top of you, Jun holds your hip tightly with his free hand as he thrusts into you once more hard, filling you full of his cum.Â
Moments pass silently, just quickened breath as you and Jun come down from your climax. You brush your fingers over his forehead, pushing his hair back from where it sticks to his damp skin as he licks his lips. Finally meeting your eyes, Jun almost looks shy, knowing you heard what he said. It wasnât as if he had said it quietly and been in your ear. Seeming to know what the look is for, you smile and trail your fingers along the side of his face, stopping to brush your thumb over his lips, feeling him kiss the pad of your finger.Â
âIt scares me, but I love you too.âÂ
Jun furrows his brows at your wording. He could understand it. His world was a lot. You had already been hurt and seen or heard about others being hurt. It wouldnât surprise him if you told him you never wanted to see him again after he kept you locked in his penthouse like some princess he wanted to keep away from the world. Instead, you were saying it back to him and his heart was racing so hard that he was afraid it might explode.Â
âIâyeah? I mean, Iâm scared shitless. So fucking scared. Iâve never said that to anyone before. I donât wanna fucââÂ
Sensing Jun was rambling, you laugh and lean up on your elbows a few inches to press your lips to his to stop him before he really gets started. Junâs lips pull up at the sides in a smile before he really lets himself give into the kiss. Turning on to the side, Jun pulls you with him, feeling his softening cock slip from you, knowing it would cause a mess, but he couldnât find a reason to care as long as you were in his arms and his lips were on yours.Â
After a few moments, you are the first to wrinkle your nose, and the sticky feeling becomes unbearable. Pulling back from the kiss, you watch Jun pout and lean his head to the side like a puppy being disciplined. Shaking your head, you smile, and your cheeks once again heat up at how sweet he was acting around you after all of the tough guy acts you had seen over the months of knowing him.Â
âUm, weâwell I need a shower.âÂ
Gesturing down at your body, Jun follows your fingers with his eyes before pursing his lips. He knew you were right, but that didnât make it any less bothersome. If you needed a shower, he was coming with you. When you gasp next to his ear, feeling Junâs hands lifting you from the bed to carry you towards the bathroom, he just grins and meets your eyes.Â
âWhat? I thought you needed a shower. I need one too.âÂ
Sighing, you kick your legs a bit as if that should answer your question, but Jun leans to nip at your jaw before sitting you on the counter. Looking around the bathroom as Jun turns on the shower, you find yourself remembering the first night you had been in the penthouse and how this was mildly similar to it. You felt much better, but Jun was still taking care of you. He was starting your shower and keeping a watchful eye on you.Â
âThank you, Jun.âÂ
Humming out a confused sound, Jun looks at you as he turns back from the shower, testing the water on his fingers. The look on your face makes his smile drop a bit before he moves back towards you, stepping between your thighs. He could see there was something on your mind.Â
âFor what? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
Looking around, you shake your head and enjoy the feeling of his hands running along your arms.Â
âFor protecting me, bringing me here, and now for trusting me that I can handle it.âÂ
Jun sighs and leans his head towards you so his forehead can rest against yours. It was a terrifying thought, letting you into his world completely, but he knew you werenât going to give up. He would just keep you safer by his side. Teach you how to protect yourself until he was sure you could do it.Â
âMm, thank you for staying.âÂ
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you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. â@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!â
you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. âuh, hello? earth to y/n? whatâs going on? did your ex message you or something?â
âi think i won something.â you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin.Â
âis this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?â she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlorâs instagram story.
you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someoneâs hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, âcongrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.â
you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. âi won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.â
your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. âgodspeed, soldier.â
you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim â you hadnât expected to win. you had reposted the parlorâs picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldnât seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.
you swiped up on the story.
you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.
@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]
you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.
sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends.Â
you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just⌠inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.
you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.
the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively.Â
you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.
your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.
you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. âaye, kats! i think sheâs here!â he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. âyouâre our pretty contest winner, right?â
âuh-â
âmy nameâs eijirou kirishima. iâm the main tattoo guy here.â he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.
âah, yeah, hi. iâm y/n. itâs nice to see your fsce for once.â you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.
âyeah, weâre not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyoâs a big place, we donât want the extra attention, yknow?â he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. âi know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.âÂ
you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. âjust so you know, you can say stop at any time. weâre not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we wonât do it. stuff like that. okay?â
you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. âi know. iâm all good.â
âawesome. you seem like a real trooper.â he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you.Â
you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.
âbakugou! come on, man! sheâs all good!â kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishimaâs partner sounded from the back of the shop.
âi fucking heard you the first time, iâm not fucking deaf!â
âwell, just hurry up!â kirishima laughed and turned back to you. âsorry, heâs a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. iâm clean, but heâs a neat freak.â
âwhoâre you calling a neat freak, red?â a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.
he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishimaâs full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.
you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugouâs eyes drifted over you. ânameâs katsuki bakugou. youâve already met red. didya sign the form?â
âuh, yes. all of the forms.â
âgreat.â his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. âso, where did you want to start her?â
you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugouâs back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishimaâs hand on your back.
you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasnât an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a personâs back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be⌠enjoyable.Â
you felt kirishimaâs free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasnât wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldnât be entirely sure.
kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugouâs head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.
âso,â kirishimaâs low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, âi donât really see any ink on you. is this your first time?â you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. âsorry, didnât mean to scare you, hun.â
you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. âitâs- itâs fine. no, itâs not my first, but itâs my first big one. iâve got a little one on my ankle.â
âyour ankle?â he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. âwho did that for you? wasnât us.â
âright, yeah.â you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. âjust an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.â
âankleâs a rough place for a first tattoo,â grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. âhowâd you sit for that?â
âit hurt, but i liked it.â you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.
âhm. itâs real cute on you, but i wouldâve done it a little different.â his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. âi could touch it up later.â he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.
âyeah, okayâŚâ you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishimaâs weight and the power of bakugouâs gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishimaâs hands left indents in your skin as he worked.
your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldnât be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.
bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. âyou said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?â
you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.
âdonât tease, kats.â
ââm not teasinâ. i was just sayinâ that i agree with her.â bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.
kirishimaâs free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.
âyouâre sitting really well for this, doll. âm proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.â
you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.
you didnât say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.
kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldnât wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. âso, how ya feelinâ?â
âgood,â you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. âready to move on, i guess.â
âhope you donât mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.â he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.
âi donât mind at all. my friend didnât believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.â
âthat so?â bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. âanyway, whatâre you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?â
âah.â you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. âi was, uh. i was thinking i could get my⌠i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?â
kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. âsure, whatever. itâs definitely not the worst pain, though.â
âreally?â you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.
âmhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.â
you flushed and shook your head. âno thanks. i think iâll stick to this for now.â
âokay.â bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an âupâ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.
you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. âah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.â
âno! no, itâs fine.â you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.
you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. âlay back. slow.â
you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.
bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.
âso this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. itâll make the pain a little easier to handle.â
âokay.â
âiâll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.â he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.
âyou canât have any fuckinâ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till theyâre fully healed, you got that?â
you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. âno worries there.â
âyou sure?â bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.
you didnât get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. âyou can squeeze my hand so you donât pass out.â
you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didnât answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishimaâs. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-
âalright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.â
you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiriâs hand, gripping it tightly.
your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. ârelax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.â
âaw, sheâs cryinâ.â kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.
âone more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.â
âalready?â you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.
you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. âbreathe in deep, good fuckinâ girl.â
you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishimaâs hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.
you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. âyou did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?â
you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.
âwhat do ya think?â bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.
âthey look⌠really nice.â
âreally sexy, more like.â kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.
you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugouâs free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. âyou okay?â
ây-yeah.â
âyou need a break?â
âi think so.â
bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. âletâs take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?â
âwhat?â you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.
kirishima laughed, âcome on, doll. i know you didnât come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothinâ.â
âyou can say no.â bakugouâs hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. âweâll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-â
âwait.â you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. âyouâre not- together?â
âwell, yeah, fucking obviously we are,â bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, âbut if we see a hot chick, weâre not gonna say no.â
âtrue.â kiri was practically purring.
they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.
you took a deep breath and pouted. âjust donât make me get an infection on my new piercings.â
ânever.â bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugouâs added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.
bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. âlook at that shit, red. sheâs already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokinâ her.â
âfigured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.â kiriâs meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.
you gasped, and kirishimaâs mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.
you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.
kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. âlay back, doll.â
he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. âkats, iâm takinâ her mouth first, mkay?â
âhm?â bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. âoh, yeah sure whatever. iâm getting a taste first.â
âsomeoneâs got an oral fixation.â
âshut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.â
you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.
you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. âah, i-i donât know if i can fit-â
âshh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?â kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.
you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugouâs face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.
you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.
you couldnât respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.
âshh, careful, careful. breathe.â his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.
you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. âshe tastes fuckinâ good.â
âyeah? yâthink so?â
âyeah,â bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishimaâs mouth.
kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugouâs fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugouâs wrist in the other. he made sure bakugouâs fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. âshit.â
âmhm.â bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.
you cried out and gagged again on kirishimaâs fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.
âpoor babydoll,â bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, âshe can hardly breathe, eiji.â
âsheâs doinâ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.â
âi can fuckinâ see that.â bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.
your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishimaâs free hand. âfuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.â
âif- if you think her pussyâs tight, wait till you feel her throat.â kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriendâs hand over you.
you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.
kirishimaâs hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.
kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. âoh fuck yeah, fuck, âm gonna cum-â
âalready? pathetic.â bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.
he didnât pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.
you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugouâs thumb returned to your clit.
âcome on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckinâ cock first. come on. i know youâre close. i can feel ya squeezinâ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.â
your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.
kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugouâs cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugouâs cheek. âyou wanna fuck her throat next?â
âfuck yes i do.â
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[ j.jh ]
your family has been pressuring you for months to bring your boyfriend, jaehyun, over for dinner, and you think itâs really sweet that they like him so much. the only problem is that your âboyfriendâ jaehyun, hates you.
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[â] PAIRING. ex!jaehyun x f!reader
[â] GENRE. angst, smut, fluff | fake dating?, exes to ??? au
[â] WC. 19.9k (i donât even know)
[â] WARNINGS. angst, reader has anxiety, mentions of anxiety attacks, fighting, reader be lying a lot, reader has a little sister, crying, reader is kind of a dumbass, explicit content (piv smut), unprotected sex (donât do this gang!), fingering, sex in public kinda, pls lmk if i forgot anything!!
[â] NOTES. iâm so fucking annoyed with tumblr itâs not letting me insert images properly UGH this took me over 2 hours to upload man đŁď¸ im pretty proud of this one âźď¸ idek how it got this long but itâs my longest fic yet and itâs been sitting in my drafts for ages until i finally got the inspo to write it :p i want jaehyun so bad itâs not even funny tbh but anyway PLS GIVE ME FEEDBACK/A REBLOG LITERALLY ANYTHING IS APPRECIATED <33
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six months.
you haven't seen this door in six months.
it's funny because, this was a door you used to push open and walk through every other day, yet now you stand on the opposite side of it, unsure as to whether you should even be thinking of knocking.
your hand is raised to the door, shaped like a fist but you make no move to actually knock. you were aware that you still had time to bail out of this, that you could turn on your heel and make your merry way back to your sad little house and go back to pretending you're happy with the choice you made six months ago.
or you could just do what you came all the way here to do.
the weather seems to be in your favour, at least. the sun shines radiantly, making the temperature warm, but not too warm, and a cool breeze travels through the air in short intervals. the summer had begun early, birds chirping in their habitual singsong way and wild bougainvillea already flowering in various shades of pink and lilac. usually when the day starts off with good weather, the rest of it follows suit, and thus your day is made better. hopefully, this is the case for you today.
pausing for a short, morale-boosting intake of air, you tighten your fist and knock, knock, knock on the mahogany door, immediately regretting your decision as you feel your stomach churn and plummet. a good ten seconds pass, and you hear no reply nor movement from the inside of the house, and part of you is relieved because that means he may not be home.
more than happy to do a 180° and skip along joyously back to the metro that would take you home, your feet begin to make for that trip but your mind decides against it. you know that you are being overly dramatic, but even with being aware of this, your heart rate does not slow down one bit. you also know that what you've come here to do is more than just selfish, its pathetic and rather embarrassing. it's also a hugely unsavoury request, and if your roles were reversed, you'd most definitely laugh in his face and shut the door.
finally somewhat making up your mind with a quiet groan, you raise your clenched fist and rap against his front door again in a set of three. you nervously shift your weight from your right to your left foot, then back to your right and then once again to your left, the anxiety and anticipation not allowing you to stand still and relax, thinking that if he doesn't answer this time, you really will just return home.
"hold on, i'm coming!", a hurried, muffled voice calls from inside the house and you don't think your heart has ever beaten this fast in your life. not even during the one time you ran a marathon to prove a point to your friend chenle, and while you did show him that you didn't only run to get away from spiders, your body took its own sweet time to recover from that.
now you hear footsteps approaching the door from the opposite side of it, and you don't think you can handle anymore of this tortuous, build up of a wait because you are quite literally one step away from calling it a day and just sprinting your way out of there, just like you did on the last few metres of the aforementioned marathon, and you know he's nearing the door because the footsteps are getting clearer and clearer, and soon he's going to open the door, take one look at you and just slam the door right in your face, but not before spewing verbal explosives at you, which would be totally deserved since he has every right to just spit on you and tell you how you're a terrible, downright horrible human being completely unworthy of forgiveness and-
"sorry for making you wait so long, i was-"
if your heart rate was at its maximum speed before, now it just stopped.
standing in front of you, in the flesh, was the man who's heart you broke six months ago.
jaehyun had just about opened his door in a way that his body was sticking halfway out of it, but he was now frozen in that position, neither in nor out, just stuck there looking like he was contemplating his next move. he adorned a loose, white shirt that clung to his defined shoulders and chest, paired with a pair of red plaid pants with a patch of some different material stitched just above where his knee was. you'd recognise those pants just about anywhere, having worn them a number of times and being the cause of that strange patch with mismatched material (you'd tried to balance a pot of steaming hot ramen on your knee in order to move something, resulting in it causing a burn in the pant).
his attire tells you that he was either just about to eat breakfast, in the process of eating breakfast, or about to finish breakfast; jaehyun was not an early riser and he liked to take his time getting ready for the day.
apart from his slightly changed hair, jaehyun looks the same as he did before, if not better. his once shorter, straight, brown hair, was now a darker kind of black and longer in a silky, mullet-y, layered sort of way, the mullet part stopping just above where his shirt met his neck and the front bits falling on to his face in thin, soft wisps.
everything about the man was captivating and entrancing, but if you had to pick a specific feature that really takes the cake, it would have to be his eyes. his eyes, deep-set and fierce, always gave the impression that he was cold or unapproachable, whereas in reality, he was the opposite. as striking as they may be, they always carried a certain warmth to them.
while they still held the same intensity to them, the warmth was missing as he looked straight at you now. after the brief moment of confusion when he first opened the door dissipated, the familiarity had sunk in, and his expression now was more or less unreadable, but you still tried to make out what he was thinking and feeling- was it shock? anger? maybe even disgust?
"okay, are you going to just stand there or are you going to say something?"
you think it was largely a combination of the last two. in all your fidgeting and gawking, you'd forgotten to actually speak to the man who's door you'd just knocked on, leaving him standing there wordless and confused, an eyebrow raised as he waited for you to open your mouth.
you try to do so, so many words wanting to tumble out your mouth but an invisible gate seems to block it, so now you're just stood still with your mouth opening and closing soundlessly, looking like an idiot.
c'mon y/n, fucking say something, anything-
"how have you been?", is what you decide to go with to break the silence in the end, an awkward smile plastered on to your face. you realise before the sentence is even fully out of your mouth that that would be a really weird thing to start off with, seeing as you and jaehyun have had absolutely zero contact for six months, and are obviously not on the most wonderful terms.
jaehyun's eyebrows furrow, a look of clear disbelief on his face as he clutches his door handle a little tighter. he looks away with a sarcastic smile, shaking his head before turning back to look you dead in the eye. oh, he's going to slam the door on you, you just know it-
"really? 'how have you been'?", he questions incredulously, licking his bottom lip while an exasperated smile plays at them. funnily enough, his response is somewhat relieving to your pitiful self, because you weren't even expecting to hear a reply to what you said, you figured he'd just walk away. you would've. "we haven't seen each for six months since we broke up and 'how have you been' is the best you've got?"
you wince apologetically and bite your lip, playing with your fingers nervously as he quite literally stares you down, irritation written all over his face.
he waits a couple more beats for you to break the tense silence and speak but you are inwardly (and outwardly) struggling to word your thoughts, so he simply scoffs and backs away to return inside.
"okay wait, i didn't tell my family that we broke up and they keep pressuring me to bring you home for the holidays, so i would really like if you'd pretend you don't hate me and come with me."
you don't even want to open your eyes to witness his reaction to your blurted little confession, so you merely stand, frozen in place with your eyes squeezed shut tightly. a couple seconds pass yet you don't hear a door slam, a good sign, so you take that as an affirmative to open your eyes.
he doesn't say anything, or do anything either really, he just leans against his doorframe with another indecipherable expression. this irks you even though you know you have no right to feel irked, but the fact that you once had the ability to know what he was thinking and now don't bothers you to the core. plus, it leaves you feeling unsure as to whether to continue. he might just start laughing at you manically or angrily tell you to get off his property like some bitter, 60-year-old man, and either of these scenarios would be completely fair of him to do.
the heavy realisation that your request sounded absolutely delusional and conceited dawns upon you, and something about his irksome expression makes you feel like you should keep talking. "you have literally every right to just tell me to fuck off, and i don't even expect an answer, i don't really know why i even came here, oh my god- this is so fucking stupid, i'm so fucking stupid and honestly i don't know why you're still standing here listening to me ramble-"
"i need to get ready then. give me ten minutes."
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the front door you're stood at now holds a very different ambience to the previous one. while jaehyun's was quiet and peaceful, the front door to your parents house reveals that the inside is just bustling with activity. the chorus of kate bush's 'running up that hill' plays faintly from behind the door, so you figured that your dad must have brought out his old record player from the dusty attic.
jaehyun stands beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his light grey hoodie that you feel he must be boiling in, because you're wearing a black tank top with some loose cargoes that you think you might have drenched with sweat.
the sweat would be from the burning heat, but also from the agitation you're really starting to feel. there are so many different ways this dinner could go. what if jaehyun suddenly tells them the truth? then everyone in the room would hate you, and rightly so. you don't want to have to explain to your parents why you broke up with him; it's a stupid fucking reason, if you can even call it that, and it made you completely miserable. how were you supposed explain to your little sister that you and jaehyun aren't together anymore? you suppose relationships are a totally foreign concept to her young mind, but you were sure that she knew you and jaehyun loved each other very much. and you knew she loved jaehyun very much.
he does not look at you, instead choosing to really focus on the christmas themed welcome mat that your parents put out during the winter of '09 and never bothered to change. how he even agreed to come here with you, you don't know, but to say you're grateful would be an understatement.
"you still have time to back out, you know.", you mumble softly, trying to give him one more chance to escape, but he doesn't even spare you a glance, shaking his head and squinting at the door.
"let's just get this over with."
with a small sigh, your raise your hand to press your parents doorbell, the embarrassingly loud 'ding dong' ringing out from behind the door. "oh, that must be her!", you hear the muffled voice of your father speak from the inside, making a slight smile form on your lips.
within a couple seconds, you hear the sound of the muted metal bolt as your dad struggles to open the door to let you in. a grunt of "this damn door..." makes both you and jaehyun release short giggles, and you peek over at jaehyun to see his lips curl upwards into a smile, a small one but it's still breathtakingly pretty . he clears his throat and it's gone in a flash, but the image doesn't leave your mind, and you're still seeing it when your dad finally manages to open the door. "i really need to start using the new lock", he mutters, shifting his eyes to you with a big grin, leaving against the doorframe with his arms folded. "hello, sweetheart."
you chuckle and throw your arms around him, squeezing him a little as he laughs and pats your back in return. releasing you, he turns to jaehyun with a smile, who promptly sticks his hand out politely. "hello, mr. l/n, long time no see."
your dad ignores his hand, throwing his head back with a gruff laugh. "what's with all the formalities, come here, son.", and with that he gives jaehyun a hug as well, a slightly shorter one albeit, but a hug nonetheless. the word 'son' repeats in your mind like an echo, sounding more and more distorted the longer you focus on it. you can't even begin to think of what was going through jaehyun's mind. this was not your brightest idea.
you notice your mom waiting by the door with her hands behind her back, eyes bright and shiny. "hi, mom.", you beam, and she laughs cheerily, opening her arms for you to run into, which you do. she presses numerous kisses to the crown of your head, making you groan lightheartedly and try to escape her hold, but it only tightens. "oh, how i've missed you."
"i missed you too, mom.", you say but she's already let you go and is making a bee line for jaehyun with her arms open, who falls into the hug so readily and comfortably. "i may have missed you, y/n, but i missed jaehyun ten times more.", she jokes, pinching jaehyun's cheeks affectionately.
jaehyun is turning bright red, but he has a toothy grin on his face, a real one, you can tell. his eyes travel the front room where all of you are stood with a nostalgic smile, having not seen it or your parents in over six months. you watch as they look from the various photo frames hung up on the wall alongside the staircase, to the curtains that they recently changed, finally landing on the record player thay was sitting on the table. "wow, mr. l/n, where did you get this?", jaehyun asks, and you wonder whether he's trying to make conversation or if he's genuinely curious. you think it may be the second one.
while him and your dad engage in small talk about his record player, you turn to your mom to ask of the whereabouts of your little sister, and as if on cue, you hear an excited squeal from the top of the stairs. all four heads turn to see your sister bounding down the stairs hurriedly, paying no mind to your mom's strained shout of "careful!".
"y/n!", she piped, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs and running straight to you, wrapping her arms around your legs. she barely reaches your hip so her hug is really just her face pressed into your thigh with her arms squeezing your legs together, while you pat the top of her head.
somehow managing to pry her off of your legs, you kneel and give her a proper hug in return, now happy that you made the decision to come home for a bit of your holiday. she lets go and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and jutting her hand out to you, urging you to take it.
you smile and furrow your eyebrows with confusion but you take the paper anyway, opening it as carefully as you could so as to not tear it anywhere. smoothing it out flat on your knee, you're greeted with a drawing; two people stand holding hands under a deep blue sky, a large yellow sun shining in one corner along with some "birds" that are really just little 'v's scribbled in black. they're stood on a beach, at least you think they are because there are two shades of blue on the paper, one of them probably being the blue hue of the ocean.
you assume the two people are you and your sister, since one of them has shorter, shoulder length hair and is miniscule compared to the other person, who's hair length and height are similar to yours.
you hold the picture to your chest and pull your sister in for another heartfelt hug, kissing her temple. "is this us?", you ask her, pointing at the two people in the drawing. she gives you a proud nod in return, taking the picture from your hands and holding it in front of her face. "yup! the big girl is you and the small girl is me! we're gonna go swimming.", she informs you, flashing you the toothiest of smiles. "thank you, it's perfect.", you tell her, ruffling her hair a little as she hands you the drawing back.
she clearly doesn't appreciate that, because she whines and swats your hands away, but soon her eyes focus on something behind you and they enlarge, the second excited squeal of the day emerging from her lips. "jae!", she just about screams, completely abandoning you in favour of running off to jaehyun, who has a wide smile on his face and looks equally as happy as her. he scoops her up in his arms and lifts her in front of his face, doing a little spin as peals of laughter escape her.
he finally puts her down but she holds on to his hand, looking at the male with absolute adoration. "hi, cutie.", he boops her nose affectionately to which she giggles, turning to look at you. "you didn't tell me jaehyun was coming!"
"i wasn't sure if he could make it", you reply to her honestly, looking at jaehyun as you speak because only the two of you know what you really mean by that. he holds your eye contact for perhaps a millisecond longer than he did before, but again, it was gone in a flash. he clears his throat a little and straightens up, rocking back on his heels.
sensing a shift in the air but mistaking it for some form of awkwardness, your mother shoos the rest of your family away in the direction of the kitchen. "they probably want to freshen up together, let's let them do that."
once they're gone, it feels like you can finally release your breath, truly seeing this situation going wrong in so many ways. they don't suspect anything yet, but how much longer until they eventually connect the dots? or what if they don't even need to do that, because jaehyun only agreed so he could embarrass you by telling them the whole story? you don't acknowledge the tense silence until jaehyun speaks up. "can i use the guest bathroom? still the second door on the right, yeah?"
you don't respond immediately because you're processing the fact that he still remembers these minute details. you also realise he's only asking because he doesn't want to share your bathroom with you, and that clears your thoughts up a little. you nod in affirmation and he begins climbing up the stairs, and you wait until you hear he's reached the upstairs landing before you move.
it's so tense. the last time you were in this house with jaehyun, you had taken a short road trip to get there. you say road trip, but it was just a couple hours long, but the playlist you and jaehyun had curated said otherwise. you arrived at the house and everyone was all smiles, your parents just happy to have you home and happy to see him as well. you think that part's just as hard as thinking about the two of you together. the fact that your slightly judgemental parents adored him, your little sister looked at him with stars in her eyesâ you had lucked out in every department, and you were always aware of it, the joint guilt you felt from breaking it off and lying to your parents really getting to you now.
you swore that after this was over, you would apologise to jaehyun and finally break the truth to your parents.
finishing off in the bathroom, you step out into the hall, only to bump straight into jaehyun. backing up awkwardly, you both try to get past each but keep going in the same direction, resulting in a bunch of 'sorryâ's and 'waitâ justâ's being blurted out by the two of you. finally getting past you, he doesn't look back at you again, just walking down the stairs mumbling something about "they're waiting...".
wincing, you make your way down the stairs as well, arriving at the living room to see your mom standing beside your dad with an excited expression on her face. you approach with caution, noting that your dad has his hands behind his back. "so...", your mother starts, raising her shoulders a little out of anticipation. "since we haven't seen the two of you in a while...we got you some presents! nothing too grand but..."
"mom, it's not even christmas", you whine, ready to argue with them because you feel bad that whatever they got was still overpriced, but your mother shakes her head, urging your dad to reveal the presents. "just take a look first..."
in one hand he holds a small, white box, no bigger than his palm, and your mom picks it up, holding it out to you. the print on the box is small and typewriter-like, the material it's made out of just screaming fancy. you narrow your eyes at your parents but take the box in your hand anyway, pushing it open. inside, it reveals maybe the prettiest necklace you've seen; dainty and silver, the chain is simple but it's the pendant that's the real charmâ it's an uncut stone of some kind, a pale, translucent white crystal that's pretty much shapeless but it's wrapped in this thin silver wire that forms little loops and hearts over the stone and it makes it so alluring.
"it's a seaglass necklace", your mom speaks, taking the necklace out of its box for you and inclining her head for you to turn around. you're now facing jaehyun, who looks curiously at the new piece of jewellery with the faintest of smiles on his face. pushing your hair to the side, your mother places the necklace around your neck and clasps it (though it takes her a while, squinting and looking at the necklace hook from every angle because she forgot to wear her reading glasses). she leads you to the mirror by the entrance of the hall so you could get a better look at the necklace hanging on top of your collarbones, reaching up to touch it. "you remember? from that lady who owned the fancy place by the beach last summer?"
you do remember. that was the first trip jaehyun had joined you and your family for, under the suggestion of your little sister. when you brought up the fact that jaehyun was going back home to see his parents a little later than he had anticipated, your sister immediately asked if he would want to come with all of you, who were heading to the beach in a day or two for a little family getaway. and much to your surprise, your parents were very warm to the idea of jaehyun accompanying the lot of you. he must have severely impressed them the first time he met them, bringing a bouquet of flowers for your mother and a hearty bottle of whiskey for your dadâ it's like he had won their hearts before he had even stepped inside the house.
of course, he had met them a couple more times again after that, but your parents had never raised any issues about your then boyfriend. your dad had claimed that he wanted jaehyun to come along so he could "keep an eye on him" and "see how he treats you in front of us", but you knew all too well he just wanted someone to talk to about his interest in sound systems. the trip had gone so smoothly, so perfectly and you think that it had planted the seeds of doubt in your mind about your relationship.
the position of the window and sun allowed for the light to bleed on to half of your face, the necklace glinting under the rays as you stood in front of the mirror and surveyed it. the last couple drops of the golden hour sun slipped through the windowpane and painted your skin like it was a canvass and the necklace was the cherry on top. you were radiant, and the look in jaehyun's eyes told you that he knew it too. when your eyes meet in the mirror, it's like he tears his eyes away from you, forcing himself to look at his shoes.
snapping out of your soon-to-be miserable thoughts, you fix a smile on to your face so as to not seem ungrateful, turning to hug your mother. "i love it", and you really do, knowing that you wouldn't be wearing a single other piece of jewellery for the next couple months.
jaehyun stands in the doorway soundlessly, just taking in the scene. he had always told you that he wished his family was as close and tight-knit as yours, but due to his dad always being away on some business trip or another and his mother having her own job to attend to, it resulted in a lot of time spent by himself.
you think that might be way he slotted right in with the rest of you, from the very first meet, because his desire to belong worked very well with your family's lively, chaotic home, which welcomed him right away. this was the main reason why couldnât bring yourself to tell your family that you had broken up him mercilessly. they wouldnât blame you of course, but you know everyone would be immensely disappointed when they realised that he hadnât even done anything wrong in the first place; he was so good to you, and they just wanted to see you happy.
while your mom cooed at how pretty the necklace looked on you, your dad faces jaehyun with a wide grin on his face. "you didn't think we'd forget about you, did you?"
he probably wasn't expecting anything for himself, because you weren't either, so you and jaehyun simultaneously furrow your eyebrows. "oh, mr. l/n, you didn't have toâ", he starts but your father is quick to cut him off, waving his hands. "what nonsense. of course we had to get you something, it's no big deal", he tries to appear nonchalant but the smile that creeps on to his face is a telltale sign that it is, in fact, a big deal. "besides, if you're family to y/n, you're family to us."
it's as if someone just stuck a large knife into you, the pang you just felt in your stomach. you can't even begin to think about what must be going through jaehyun's head, because even he can't hide the way his eyes soften at your dad's words. watching your sister spring up from the couch, she runs behind your father and plucks whatever he was holding out of his hands, now revealed to be a medium-sized bag. "i wanna give it to jaehyun!", with that, she's running over to him with the toothiest smile plastered on her cheeks, holding the bag out to jaehyun with stretched arms.
he ruffles her hair just like you did, but she makes absolutely zero complaints as he does itâ if anything she's revelling in it. this makes you want to scoff, but you smile instead without thinking about it, taking a couple steps away from the mirror and towards them. "are you gonna open it or should i take it back to the store?", your dad jokes and jaehyun chuckles quietly while you don't even bother forcing a laugh, and he takes the bag from your sister's hands, mumbling a soft 'thank you'.
from where you're standing, you can't see what's inside the bag, but you can see jaehyun's eyes widen when he looks inside and back up at everyone. "me and mrs. l/n, i can't take this."
"of course you can", your mother tuts in response, dismissing him with her hand. "if i recall correctly, you had said something about your airpods not working properly?"
realisation dawns on your face when jaehyun pulls the shiny headphones from the bag, turning them over in his hand. "i think i did mention it, yeah...", he nods, eyes scanning over the clear box he holds. you remember that only one of his airpods would function properly, the other deciding whenever it wanted to do its job. you didn't realise your parents remembered, as well. "but these are so expensive, i can'tâ"
"do you like them or not?", your dad asks, shrugging his shoulders. jaehyun's quick to nod, "yes, i love them butâ"
"then end of story." your father's not hearing anyone out, even going so far as to cover his ears jokingly when jaehyun opens his mouth again. after your sister tugs on his pant leg and urges him to try them out, jaehyun slips them over his ears, whipping his phone to connect them to it. he thought it was too expensive to try fixing his airpods so he resorted to listening with just the one ear in, or using your headphones till you broke up.
by the look on his face, they work just fine, and he couldn't be happier. a wide smile is pressed on his face, a real one that doesn't even drop when he makes eye contact with you. you smile back at him slowly, but he doesn't look away immediately, slowly turning to look at your parents. "i don't know what to say. thank you."
you'd had a couple boyfriends before, not none as close to your family as jaehyun had been. none of your previous relationships had lasted very long and you could never pinpoint the exact reason why, you just knew at some point that you had to break it off. your mother always thought that this was a result of your first ever relationship, the first and last man that ever dumped you. it crushed you at the time, though you were able to power through, but since then, relationships were never your strong suit. change seemed promising when you met jaehyun through a mutual friend, however. he was kind, he was smart and he was genuine, three traits that you didn't typically see in guys you dated, but you didn't see any reason to dwell on your biggest fumble yet.
the rest of time until dinner continues in a steadfast manner with all of you sitting in the living room. the scene looked like something out of a corny movie montage, but the beautiful part of it was that it was reality, all the laughs, the eye-smiles, the stupid jokes and conversations, all of it. your parents had recently returned from a holiday together that they took to celebrate their wedding anniversary, which meant that you two deserved to look through all eight hundred and sixty two of the photos they took. super proud of the new projector he had ordered off amazon, your dad had connected his phone to it and was going through his gallery slideshow-style, with your mom making offhand comments about every other photo.
"that's from when we went on a date to this fancy restaurant, that's from the shoe store your dad wanted to go to...oh! that's when your dad just learnt how to take 0.5x pictures on his new phone!"
your mom speaks animatedly while each photo is being shown, pointing out various different things without any prompting. there were badly taken selfies of your parents that made both you and jaehyun laugh, pictures of the different kinds of food they ate, the said 0.5's of your mother taken from the top of her foreheadâ your dad was slapping his knee even though your mom wasn't too impressed.
after what seemed like years, they ran out of vacation pictures and moved on to pictures and videos taken during your little sister's talent show. this was especially endearing, because your normally high-energy sister was suddenly all shy and avoidant of eye contact in the presence of jaehyun, particularly displeased with a video of her singing on stage.
jaehyun wipes the pout right off her face however, poking her cheek with a smile. "you sound amazing, s/n", he pipes genuinely, and she's back to smiling again, even offering to sing the song for everyone towards the end. no one has the heart to turn down so innocent a request, so for the next couple minutes you are subjected to a very slightly off-key rendition of some song from the movie 'frozen'. everyone cheers when she is done, jaehyun even throwing in a little "whoo!" for good measure, and your sister performs a small curtsey before seating herself between you and jaehyun's legs.
you're situated on the same couch, but only so that things don't look weird. you invited him here to pose as your boyfriend, and he agreed, so you have to play the part too. that part wasn't as hard as you expected, the acting like a couple, no, it was the avoiding questions that was really getting to you. at some point in the conversation, your dad had congenially asked jaehyun when the next time he'd be coming home was. normally, he would congenially reply with something like "as soon as possible", but this time, he just froze. he appeared to attempt a reply, but was cut short at "uhâ", the rest of the sentence never following through.
hoping to repair the awkward moment, you start to construct a fib. "jaehyun's been uhâ you know, working at one of those um, nursing homesâ", this is too out-of-the-box a reply even for jaehyun who turns to you, trying and failing to the hide incredulous look on his face.
"a nursing home? oh, i didn't know you were training to be a nurse!", your mother is surprised but definitely not disappointed, placing her hand on her chest with a sympathetic look on her face as she looks at jaehyun. he looks as if he's trying to speak to you using only his eyes, widening and squinting them at a rapid pace, tilting his head towards you so your parents don't see his expression. there are clear signs of confusion and you're aware he's questioning your decisions, but that's as far as you get with his eye signals and you let him know by shrugging and wincing, so he closes them while sighing inwardly and turns to face your parents, a fake smile stuck on his lips.
"yes! haha, funny story, this one...", he grits his teeth but furthers your stupid concoction of a story, snapping his fingers while trying to think. "i'm not really training to be a nurse, i just volunteer there sometimes. love being around old people, you know, makes me feel full of lifeâ"
you cut him off before he can make this even worse for the both of you, taking in your mother's furrowed eyebrows and your dad's slightly opened mouth. "yes, well, it's hard for him to catch a break, you know, with all the...", you slap your hand over his knee and give it a little squeeze, turning to him with a grin while he smiles tightly back at you, eyes focusing on the hand on his thigh without changing his expression. "...hard work he does."
jaehyun's eyes don't leave your hand, seeing as this is the first act of skinship in six months, albeit casual. your hand feels so hot that you think you might be burning a hole through the material of jaehyun's jeans, finally ripping your hand off of him.
"of course...", your father trails off in confusion, and no one can seem to make head or tails of the situation. in a moment, your mother pauses before clapping her hands, seemingly already forgotten about the strange situation as she chimes "dinner in five!~". your sister scampers off with claims of helping your mother out in the kitchen (and probably to try and secure a spot close to you and jaehyun), and jaehyun stands up and heads to the cupboard containing all your placemats without out even being asked. you offer to help but he shakes his head, and you opt to go sit back down on one of the arm chairs facing the kitchen area, just observing.
this was one of jaehyun's qualities that made you fall in love with him, but also pissed you off to no end. first of all, didn't he ever get tired of just being so good all the time? second of all, why couldn't his own parents see what everyone else saw in him? and thirdly, why did you choose to ruin your life six months ago? as for the last one, you knew why, but the extent of your stupidity was real apparent to you now.
you look away when he meets your eyes and catches you, your heart beating fast when you see out of the corner of your eye that his gaze lingers for a moment or two. underneath all that hatred, was there still a small part of him that cared about you? after you broke up with him, over call that too, he attempted to call you back two or three times, but you couldn't bring yourself to pick up. out of fear or maybe even shame, you never answered his calls and since then, you'd had no contact.
it was impossible. with a break-up like that and six month's worth of time to sit and think about it, you imagine that one could hold a surprising amount of hatred for someoneâespecially after a relationship as real as yours. if you switched the roles, you think you wouldn't feel much different.
at your mom's signal, you heave yourself off the couch and to the dining table, seating yourself next to jaehyun (everyone expected you to sit with him, they left the chair empty on purpose). your sister has already claimed the spot opposite jaehyun and was patiently awaiting the vegetables that she knew your mother was going to pile on her plate, a little pout forming on her lips at the sight of broccoli. "you can't make that face every time, like i'm feeding you dog food", your mother scolds her with a smile, giving her a generous helping of veggies. the pout deepens and she folds her arms with a cross look on her face. "you guys don't have to eat the broccoli. why do i?"
she's got a point, you think, but before you can tell her to just eat them, jaehyun speaks. "that's exactly what my little cousin sungchan said...", jaehyun tells her, looking around the table with a dramatic sigh. "and we all know what happened to him..."
little cousin sungchan? as far as you know, there is no little cousin sungchan, and you know a lot about jaehyun's family, so you put your fork down in favour of listening to his story at the same time your sister curiously asks, "what happened?".
"well, like you, sungchan didn't like eating his veggies", starting off the story with a shrug under your mother's listening ears, he talks in a low voice. "he'd always argue with my aunt till one day, he refused to eat them.
your sister is knocking food around her plate while she listened to jaehyun, and she's not impressed with the story so far. "see! why can't i do that?", she asks indignantly, and your mother shoots jaehyun a look to which he winced and continues. "nothing happened for a while, so sungchan thought he had proved his point. but he hadn't heard of the veggie monster."
the story is heading in such a stupid direction that you almost laugh out loud, but you catch yourself when you notice your sister's expression, guarded and wary. "...the veggie monster? ...that's not real...", she speaks like she's not fully sure of her words herself, pausing her attack on her food.
"sungchan thought that too", jaehyun agrees, lowering his voice like one would when telling a scary story, looking around him like it could be listening before continuing, for the story's sake. "but he didn't know that without veggies, a child's body is weak. their bones don't grow strong, they stay small and their minds aren't sharp at all. that's how the veggie monster chooses his targets."
you hold back a snort at your sister's wide-eyed expression and how serious jaehyun looks, he's even got your dad attempting to look nonchalant as he followed the story. "the less veggies a kid eats, the weaker they get, and that's easy pickings for the veggie monster. he comes late at night, and there's no point in hiding because he knows. he can smell when a kid doesn't have enough vitamins and it makes him hungry."
with your sister, your parents and even you hanging on to every word, jaehyun lowers his voice to almost a whisper, and all of you lean in closer to listen. "legend has it that he looks so scary that you lose the ability to move or speak, so he just takes you. sungchan was never seen again. the police said he was missing but i knew what happened to him."
you have to admit, jaehyun can tell a story. the atmosphere felt more eerie as he concluded the story cryptically, but your sister looks positively gutted. "did he take him?", she questions, face white and voice small. he nods slowly, like he didn't want to be talking about this, and all you can think about is how this man deserved an award after the show he put on. "i had my suspicions. no one believed me, but i'm ninety-nine percent sure that at dinner, i saw a pair of dark, red eyes staring straight into the kitchen from the window."
as if nature was a paid fucking actor, a slight crash sounds from outside the window on cue, like if a cat knocked over a plastic bin, but you're pretty sure your sister shit her pants. you've never seen her shovel vegetables into her mouth at that kind of record speed before, even your parents are looking at her astounded. with her food in her mouth, she pleads with glazed eyes, "pleaseâ i'm sorry, i'll have my veggies, don't let him take me!"
it takes all of you a little while to convince your sister that she'd be completely fine if she ate all the veggies given to her and that the veggie monster wouldn't even think of her, but it's safe to say that she'd never leave a bit of stray carrot on her plate ever again. your mom comically mouths 'thank you' to jaehyun which makes you laugh, and you turn to smile at him, and he gives you a nod in return. small steps, you think, because a nod is a whole lot better than a glare.
the rest of the dinner continues as if nothing changed. sure, you and jaehyun knew things were different, but it didn't fully feel like it at the moment. your mom had prepared a lot of nice food for the occasion, and your dad even helped, particularly proud of the way his stir fry turned out. jaehyun made sure to compliment both your parents on their cooking, and they all but meltedâ he still knew exactly how to talk to them. conversation was easy; you talked about work, you talked about how university was going, you talked about the school play your sister was going to take part in, about jaehyun's parents, nothing was forced.
you'd fall into comfortable silences at times in favour of sitting back and observing, listening, just being a part of the moment. for someone who was so reluctant to be here, jaehyun seems comfortable, the familiarity of the situation helping ease the tension between the two of you. expecting some bumps along the way, you were rather pleased with how things were turning out, but you were also anticipating the end of the lovely eveningâ where you and jaehyun would eventually go your separate ways. you don't want to think about it just yet, not when everything was going so smoothly, and your opportunity to snap out of your thoughts is presented to you, just not in the way you would have liked.
your mother's question seems to have thrown jaehyun for a loop as well, because his eyebrows are furrowed and he looks blatantly confused. at some point during a lull in the conversation, your mother had politely asked jaehyun how his christmas in japan had gone; the only problem with this question was that he never had a christmas in japan, not to his knowledge anyway. this, was yet another lie you had told your parents, when they had asked why jaehyun hadn't accompanied you home to celebrate christmas, like he had originally planned to. unbeknownst to them, you had already broken up with him prior to the christmas holidays, so jaehyun wasn't exactly going to come along anyway. so, you told them that he had to spend christmas with an aunt in japan, for familial reasons.
you didn't exactly have time to prep jaehyun and give him a run down of every single lie he had to play along with, so he turns to you with a look of uncertainty and desperation in his eyes. "my, uh- christmas? in japan?", he puts emphasis on the two keywords, not blinking when he speaks directly to you in hopes that you would take the hint and help him out.
"yeah, your christmas. in japan. with your aunt", you reply to him with the same tone and expression as he does, trying your best to sound subtle so your parents don't catch on.
"yes, with your aunt! we were so sad to hear that you couldn't make it for christmas", your mother is unknowingly helping jaehyun catch up with the fake story, and he releases a short "ahh" during his moment of 'recollection'. "right, my real aunt who definitely lives in japan."
he grits his teeth when he talks, making you grimace and the fact that your parents look completely puzzled doesn't help. you need to save your dignity anyway, so you try to cut jaehyun off before he can make things worse. "haha, jaehyun of course she's your real aunt, silly", you awkwardly chuckle, feigning nonchalance when you bump his shoulder with your fist, wishing you could telepathically communicate with him right now, but you'd probably only be saying "please, please, please" on repeat.
he sighs but speaks up again, much to your relief. "it was slightly boring, my aunt doesn't do much", he laughs softly, fully back in character. "but you know, it's still nice to spend time with your family."
if your parents are suspicious, they don't say anything, seemingly satisfied with jaehyun's answer. dinner continues with few hitches until jaehyun insists that he washes the dishes. "it's the least i can do, after you both made such delicious food."
your mother at least tries to argue with him for a bit, but your dad is quite happy to not have to wash dishes, patting jaehyun on the back before standing up. what surprises you however, is jaehyun turning to you with the sweetest, most fake smile you've seen in a minute plastered on his face. "you mind helping, y/n?"
smiling tightly, you nod and begin clearing the table. this is done in silence, neither of you even looking at each other as you pick up dishes and carry them to the kitchen. your sister has run off to the living room to watch some t.v with your dad, and it feels like you're finally allowed to breathe when your mother exits the room as youâre picking up the last dirty dish. walking into the kitchen, jaehyun's back is facing you while he washes dishes, the environment and the little tune he's humming making everything seem so domestic in your eyes. this is how dinner used to always go when he came over, with you and him washing the dishes together in the end, taking breaks to splash each other with the soapy water or making out secretly by the counter.
but the air is foreign now, none of the former warmth or softness remaining. he turns to you with a frown when you place the final dish on the side of the sink, and he really doesn't look too happy. "visiting an aunt in japan? really?", he scoffs, looking incredulous while you look sheepish, avoiding his eye contact entirely.
you were expecting something like this but you hated being put on the spot. "i don't know, okay, what else was i supposed to say?", the exasperation in your voice is evident but it only fuels jaehyun, and rightfully so.
"i got an idea, how about 'oh, he can't come because i dumped his ass over call for no reason, sorry'?", he digs snidely, voice laden with scorn. there it is. "or is that too close to the truth for you?"
he doesnât even let you open your mouth, chucking the cloth he was using to dry the dishes on the counter somewhere, folding his arms while he looks at you in a hostile way. âyou wanna know how i really spent my christmas, y/n?â, he sneers sardonically, a sarcastic smile etched on to his lips. âalone in my house. miserable. i wish i had an aunt in fucking japan that i couldâve spent it with.â
you hate to admit it, but his words sting and you are well aware that you deserve it. just asking him to join you for this dinner was a huge reach, a request you really didn't expect him to accept. you don't fully understand why he did, though. he clearly despised you, so many be it was out of love for your family? you know jaehyun cared for them, but doing all this was uncharacteristic even for him. when you don't say anything but wear an agonised expression on your face, jaehyun further questions you.
"do you not have anything to say for yourself?", he tries again, his voice a little softer and more hopeful than before but you look like you're fighting some internal battle that doesn't involve him. he exhales deeply, clearly disappointed in your lack of an explanation and just walks past you and out of the kitchen.
you remain in the kitchen for a couple beats more, trying your level best to collect yourself. you can feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes and your breathing is quicker, but this is the absolute worst time to have a little panic attack in the kitchen. how you wished the two of you could just forget about everything for a minute so you could wrap your arms around his figure and fall into his embrace, feeling like that would solve all your problems. it's selfish and wrong, but you know that you're not getting over jaehyun anytime soon.
you'd come to that conclusion a couple months back. the first month after you broke things off with him was possibly the worst time of your life, struggling to eat, sleep or even get out of bed. your friends urged you to reach out to him like they knew you wanted to, but you remained stubborn, convinced at the time that you had made the right decision that would hurt the least for the both of you. you were wrong, you could see that now, but you knew it was much too late. you'd already gone through all the stages of grief, but seeing jaehyun again in this environment had really gone and thrown a spanner in the works for you, all because of your terrible decision-making skills.
any hopes you had of the two of you at least being on semi-friendly terms had just flown out the window as well, and you suddenly think that this might've been the reason why jaehyun even agreed to come. an explanation. a well-deserved one at that. you don't know why you find it so hard to give him one, but you suspect it's because you're not ready to face all that yourself.
upon hearing your mother faintly call out your name, you realise how long you've been standing in the kitchen, taking a couple more deep breaths before you join the rest of them. it's clear that everyone's winding down, your sister curled up on your dad's lap, trying to blink away her sleepiness, while everyone else mutedly watched the television. "didn't mean to keep you all up past your bedtime", you try to joke lightheartedly because your parents look like they're about to hit the hay themselves, but it's really so that no one suspects you were having a little breakdown in the kitchen; especially jaehyun.
"you're not wrong", your dad agrees gruffly, stretching a little before tapping on your sister's cheek to wake her, much to her displeasure. "it's technically your mama's turn to put you to bed, isn't it?", he attempts, but is quickly shot down by your mother, pinching his arm after claiming it was certainly not her turn. after their grand performance, both of them comically turn to look at you with a suspiciously bright look in their eyes. you don't even have time to argue, because the second the hint of a sigh leaves your mouth, they're saying "thank you" and "how nice of you to offer", urging your sister to wake up to let her know that you'll be tucking her in tonight.
she perks up a little at this, nodding with a little glint in her eyes. hopping off your dad's lap, she sleepily totters over to you. "can jae come too?", her voice is hopeful and small, and she yawns in the middle of her sentence but she just has this certain charm that makes everyone unable to say 'no' to her. this includes jaehyun, because one look from her with her arms raised and he's picking her up, pretending to complain about it. you can't help but smile at the whole interaction.
"oh quick! before i forget...", your mom gasps in remembrance, picking her phone up from the coffee table with a tired smile. "don't know when i'll get to see the two of you again so, pictures!"
this may be the only part you were slightly prepared for. your mother had a special affinity for taking photos; not that she was any good at it, she just enjoyed capturing these little moments and treating her gallery like a scrapbook. she had more or less documented the entirety of you and jaehyun's relationship, from the first few months where all the photos were cheesy smiles and awkward poses, to when you had grown more comfortable around each other. in fact, a photo she had taken of jaehyun was your wallpaper for quite some time (it took a lot of effort and explaining to help your mom airdrop you the picture)â it was a shot of jaehyun and your sister grinning from ear to ear, both adorning aprons that were covered in flour after a failed attempt at baking cookies.
the point being, you're pretty sure jaehyun was also expecting the pictures, so it didn't really surprise you when he plastered a smile on his face and came to stand beside you. his hand finds the small of your back soon enough and it makes your body stiffen while simultaneously sending a jolt through it, and jaehyun feels it. mistaking the action for uneasiness, he immediately lifts his warm hand off you so that it's now hovering awkwardly over your body, though no one can see that from the front. while you are disappointed, you lean into him anyway, clasping your hands together behind your back as you both give the camera wide smiles. you're so close you can smell his cologne and it's making you dizzy, not because the scent is overpowering but because it's just so familiar and you can't get enough of it.
the moment is gone in a flash because your mother takes three to four photos while cooing at the two of you before she decides to call it a night, and then jaehyun is ripping himself from you. you don't think anyone else recognises it, the way he seems to want to be as far from you as possible because he's so good at masking these things, but you can feel it. you can feel this heat radiating off of his body whenever he's near you and it's not the warm, fuzzy kind of heat. the spot on your back where his hand rested still burns a little.
your parents are exhausted and look more than happy to be able to jump straight into bed, but not before thanking you and jaehyun. you hug and kiss them goodnight, promising that your next visit will be sooner than this one before they exchange pleasantries with jaehyun, making him promise the same. you know this has to be hard on him, making a mental note to apologise profusely before you part ways. with a reminder that the door now locks from the inside, they bid you goodnight and goodbye, trudging off to their room while your sister scampers up the stairs to hers, suddenly full of life.
you understand why your parents were more than happy to hand over bedtime duties to you and your "boyfriend", because putting your little sister to bed turned out to be a piece of work. she started off by blatantly refusing to brush her teeth, but jaehyun had that one sorted when he reminded her that the veggie monster had a lot of friends, so that was done. she changed into her pyjamas all on her own which was a relief, but you were at a loss over how to actually get her into bed.
you both humoured her for a bit, understanding that she was just happy to have her big sister and her big sister's nice boyfriend home again, so a little excitement was expected. jaehyun played along with her, which was a sight to see, following along with the characters she assigned him in her imaginary games. but when bouncing on her bed turned into running around the room like a crazed bunny, it was a little harder to convince her that she needed to sleep now. "look at me, i'm wide awake", she insists, widening her eyes with her fingers to show you both just how awake she was. jaehyun tried a couple times to catch her, but you're both taken by surprise at her remarkable speed and agility. in the end, you had to resort to just sitting down and hoping that she'll tire herself out, which eventually does happen.
she climbs into bed of her own accord, rubbing at her eyes while you pull the duvet over her body, up to her shoulders. "when are you coming next?", she mumbles curiously while you sit on the edge of her bed, jaehyun standing close by. "soon", you reply honestly, knowing that you'll always have a safe place to come to whenever you need. "maybe i'll even stay for a whole weekend next time."
she likes the sound of this, smiling tiredly with her hands peeking over the edge of her cover, holding it closer to her. "will you come too?", this question is directed towards jaehyun, who looks defeated when he opens his mouth to answer. it's not fair, expecting him to lie to your family like this, but you know you've gotta come clean soon. you'd made up your mind at this point and come up with a plan; you'd explain yourself to jaehyun and apologise after which you'll go your separate ways, then you'll tell your family the truth after tonight, or at least make up a more recent break up, and that's that.
when jaehyun looks to you for help, you play with your hands a little, not fully knowing what to say. "if the old ladies at the nursing home let him go, maybe...", is what you decide is the safest option to go with, and your sister seems satisfied enough, giggling drowsily. you know she's close to falling asleep, and you're about to inwardly celebrate a job well done when she pops her next, unexpected question. "will you both be together forever?"
oh. there's a hint of teasing behind her voice, but everything else about the question is innocent and genuine, blinking her eyes open so she can look at the both of you when you answer. though you're not touching him, you can feel jaehyun stiffen next to you, his voice sounding more than a little awkward when he lets out an involuntary "uhh".
"what do you mean, cutie?"
you don't know why he asks that, because it's a pretty straightforward question; will the two of you be together forever? you want to laugh at the irony because you know that if she had asked the same question last time jaehyun came home, you both would have exchanged knowing smiles, giggling shyly while you tried to answer. the answer would've been 'yes', and you know deep down that it still should be.
she clicks her tongue like it's the most obvious and easy question in the world, shrugging her shoulders when she speaks. "you know, that's what people do when they're in love,", she answers with no hesitation, and you want to roll your eyes because who kidnapped your little sister and replaced her with dhar mann? "just like mommy and daddy!"
"daddy and mommy are married, sweetie, it's a little differentâ"
"i know that", she cuts off your little improvised answer in a deadpan voice that almost makes you feel stupid, but all her questions have your heart thudding against your rib cage, and you're praying to god that jaehyun can't hear it too. "but still, they love each other, and that's why they're together forever. don't you love each other?"
you're pretty sure the world stopped spinning and your heart stopped beating simultaneously, most definitely not expecting these kinds of questions from your sister. how do you even prepare an answer for this kind of situation? you know for a fact that your cheeks are coated in a dark sheen of red, and out of the corner of your eye (because you refuse to look at him), youâre pretty sure you can see the distinct pink colour paint the tips of jaehyun's ears, like they always do when he's shy or embarrassed. you can't not give her an answer, because that looks weird and she's clearly waiting for one, but answering meant that you either tell her the truth, that no, you will not be together forever because your dumbass went and ruined everything for the both of you six months ago, or you can lie and say that she's right, which would be admitting a lot of things that you didn't want to admitâ
"nothing's for sure, but you're right, if two people really do love each other...", jaehyun's deep voice brings all your spiralling thoughts to a halt, and you look at him for the first time in a bit, only to find that he's already looking at you, gaze raw and piercing. you hold your breath when he speaks, because you don't trust yourself at the moment. "...they'll end up together forever."
you hear your sister make some kind of a reply, but the heartbeat in your ears is so loud that you don't quite catch it, the eye contact you're holding with jaehyun so intense that it feels wrong to look away. what could he have possibly meant by that? or was it just some half-assed answer to get your sister to go to sleep? you realise that staring at him while trying to use your sixth sense to nonverbally convey these questions to him isn't going to work, but you can feel the lump forming in your throat, needing to get out of this situation quickly.
it takes everything in you to break the eye contact in favour of pressing a quick peck to your sister's temple, and she looks about ten seconds away from just crashing. "night y/n, night jae...", and with that she's out like a light, and you two wait wordlessly until her breathing evens out before silently exiting the room.
once her bedroom door is shut, you make a beeline for the front door, way too scared and vulnerable right now to look at jaehyun. he doesn't say anything, so neither do you, making sure the door is actually locked before taking your phone out of your pocket. the time on your phone screen reads '11:43', and you know it's too late to try and catch the metro or a bus, but you're too stubborn and embarrassed to ask jaehyun to drop you.
the air is cold outside, much colder than it was inside your warm house. at the current moment, there is no breeze either, the trees are still and there are only a few lights on around the street, and it just makes everything seem so still and loud. you look out at the road, eyes zeroing in on this one lamp post where you shared one of your first few kisses with the man standing beside you. it's crazy how time can change things, you think, because never would you have believed in the moment that jaehyun called you "the most beautiful girl in the world" before leaning in to sweetly connect your lips that he could ever be something so close to a stranger within months.
ultimately opting to look at him, you're once again unable to read the expression on his face as you try your best to speak your mind to him. "um, i'm gonna book a cab, so you're officially free to go. thanks again for tonight, you really didn't have to come with me, so i owe you one. or i don't have to owe you one, because we're not going to see each other again- anything's good with me, just uh...thanks."
he waits patiently for you to finish, and aside from the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes, you're at a loss over what he's really thinking, but his face is so stupidly handsome that you're feeling angry and a little awkward, choosing to look around, and at the floor, playing with your fingers as you spoke.
"you're so dramatic y/n, i can drop you home, it's no big deal", he's already walking towards the road and biting his lip, and you can't tell whether it's out of habit or if he's trying to hide a smile, yet something tells you that it might be the latter.
"so you just let me say all that even though you were gonna offer to drop me? dude..."
the initial ten minutes of the drive are uncommunicative, both of you choosing to look at the dark road instead of acknowledging the awkward silence that was swallowing the car up whole. you donât talk about your argument in the kitchen, you donât make small talk about dinner, you donât talk. you'd normally play some music in the background and you know that your phone is definitely still connected to his car's bluetooth, but somehow it just doesn't feel rightâ punishing yourself by sitting in this impenetrable silence should do you better.
the roads are more or less empty, save for the lone car or bike that speeds past you. jaehyun knows the way to your house from your parent's because of the amount of times you've driven back and forth, so you don't feel the need to tell him to turn right or to keep going down a certain road, making for even more silence.
part of you is still a little thankful that it isn't the most short drive, even though you aren't even speaking to each other. all it takes is picturing your empty house, devoid of the homely domestic feeling it used to carry when jaehyun was a frequent visitor. what would you even do when you got home? wallow in self-pity over your life choices? play 'sweet' by cigarettes after sex because it reminds you of him, then put on his hoodie that doesn't even smell like him anymore, just so you can curl up in bed and have a good cry while you reminisce? you're starting to think that maybe attempting to talk to him isn't the worst idea, at least it'll give you something to cry about later.
you're going crazy wracking your brain, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make the atmosphere even more uneasy, but all you got was "hey, thanks again for coming" and "hey, sorry for breaking up with you, what's good though?". you can't even help the wince creeping on your face, finally choosing to go with the former before you have a heart attack and die in jaehyun's front seat.
"thanks again for agreeing to come", you start, absolutely hating the break in your voice from not talking for some time. "you really didn't have to do that. and for dropping me."
he offers you a quick nod in your general direction and fixes his eyes on the road ahead like he was zipping through a crowded highway, though you're sure there isn't a car in sight. "like i said, it's cool", is all you get in return, and you have to remind yourself that he has every right to be short with you.
but still, you try again. "and you don't have to worry about my parents", chewing on your bottom lip, you actually look at him this time, hoping it'll prompt him to do the same, but it doesn't. "i'm gonna tell them the truth."
he releases a short breath from his nose like he finds your statement funny, but continues to not really say anything, just nodding to indicate that he heard you. you subconsciously clench and unclench your jaw at that, because god, he's so fucking annoying, but you swear you don't mean to release the slightly irritated sigh that you do. if you hadn't seen his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, you might not have known that your little sigh pissed him off, because you can't tell it from his face, save from the barely-there eyebrow twitch.
you don't know what it is about car rides with only one other person that make you feel so vulnerable, but you think paired with this kind of silence, you could potentially confess to murder in this setting. it's infuriating, how unresponsive he is, and part of you thinks you're jealous of the control he's exerting, because you're dead sure that if you were in his position, you'd have a fair amount to say. it must be satisfying for him in a way, watching you squirm like this out of guilt and discomfort, but you know in your heart that jaehyun simply isn't like that.
"look, jaehyun", your mouth is working faster than your brain, the silence proving to be too much for you to handle. "i know i fucked things up a bit. with how i ended it and everything..."
perhaps you should've taken a little more time to properly articulate your thoughts, because even jaehyun can't control the astounded scoff that slips out of his mouth. you yourself can't believe that you chose to deliver your words like that and it makes you sound so self-righteous, but they're out, and now you're bracing yourself to finally hear what jaehyun really has to say.
"fucked things up a bit? are you serious?", you can hear it in his voice that he's holding back, but he chooses to laugh in disbelief instead, which you think is actually worse than him straight up screaming at you. "y/n, you didn't even bother telling me in person. you dumped me over the fucking phone, saying it wasn't working."
you now kind of wish that you had just kept quiet and sat in his awkward car, and exchanged awkward niceties when you reach home, never to see him again. but this is your final chance at some form of redemption, and now that jaehyun was actually speaking his mind instead of giving you tight nods, you tried to explain yourself.
"jaehyun, i know, i justâ"
"i called you a bunch of times. i tried to come see you and everything, but you went and changed your lock and all your friends were saying you didn't want to see me?"
there goes trying to explain yourself. so you sat and listened instead, and it was the least you could do. jaehyun's voice became more and more strained as he talked, the emotions he was feeling now a lot more evident. he was angry, but more importantly, he was confused, and sad.
"i just- i didn't know what went wrong, you know? we were completely fine as far as i knew", he continues on in a laboured way and he's not looking for you speak right now, so you don't. "fuck i- i thought we were in love."
the little laugh he lets out in between his words more or less breaks your heart, the whole scenario sounding all too familiar. those exact words were the last thing you'd heard from jaehyun before you fully and cruelly broke things off, letting him know the decision was final before cutting the call. you remember that day so clearly. you had meant to go see him and explain all this in person, thatâs the whole reason you were in the car, but for some reason, you just couldnât do it. you remember how much your hands were shaking as you waited for him to pick up the call, sitting in the car by yourself in the middle of your driveway. how long you sat and cried after you ended the call, tears falling until there weren't any left. how it began raining the very second you stepped out of your car to go back inside.
the weather was a funny thing, choosing to mirror your mood only when it saw fit. it was warm and sunny on the day you broke up with him, gentle breeze and wispy clouds all around. it was warm and sunny this morning, the weather ever so pleasant as you plucked up the courage to walk to his door. it was still unusually warm and sunny for the couple months following your break up, feeling sour as ever that the weather was so lovely and all you could do was sit in your room and feel sorry.
you took note of all these occasions because it always used to piss you off. though you shiver now in the car, you think it's kind of satisfying in a way, because the only two times your mood and the weather lined up was right after the break up, and the second you stepped outside your house with jaehyun; it feels like a premonition, or a revelation of sorts. the grey of the stormy sky matched the absolute devastation you felt after breaking up with him, rain pouring from the heavy clouds like they were crying for you. now, the cold, still air feels like baited breath, awaiting your next move.
"and nothing, i hear nothing from you for six fucking months until you're suddenly on my doorstep, asking me to pretend to be your boyfriend for a night. that's fucking insane!", he sounds a little wild now, very exasperated, but you figure it's probably better to just let him get it all out of his system, and you'd do good to listen to him as well. everything he's saying makes complete sense, all the emotions he dealt with akin to what you would've gone through had it been you in his place. "and you know what's more insane? i agreed. after all that, i agreed."
thatâs the part you donât understand. your heart is racing listening to him and you have so many thoughts swimming around in your head, it's difficult to filter them. you feel similar to how you felt back in the kitchen, although this time you can't take a minute by yourself to get over it. you absolutely refuse to cry in this moment, not wanting to seem like you're trying to victimise yourself when you are aware you're the problem. but you can feel your heart breaking all over again.
"why did you agree?", you physically can't raise your voice to louder than a whisper, the tension too thick to try and overpower it.
"why did you dump me?", he counters like a child, and while you were expecting the question, it still makes you freeze up a little. he huffs in annoyance when you don't say anything, inclining his head while he waits expectantly for you to answer. "you wanted to talk? let's talk, y/n. you don't get to just waltz back into my life like it's nothing. it's not fair,"Â it's so cold, the way he says your name, but you try your best not to let it further shake you, mustering up the courage to finally speak. "it's so stupid, jaehyun."
he looks like he's about two seconds away from just combusting, the only sound piercing the cold air being the gentle hum of the engine. "don't you think i deserve to know?", he urges, voice edged with hurt and frustration. "i spent the whole day with you and your family, pretending like everything was happy and normal when it's not."
"i know, jaehyun-"
"then, tell me."
you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth toying with your bottom lip as you avoid looking at him. "i don't know," you murmur, your voice barely audible to yourself over the pounding of your heart.
"you don't know?", he repeats incredulously, his tone tinged with disbelief. "after everything, you don't know? don't lie to me, y/n."
your throat tightens as guilt washes over you, but you try to stand your ground. "i just... i couldn't do it anymore," you confess, voice trembling with emotion.
"couldn't do what?", he presses, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. you know he doesn't believe you, dead set on getting the answers he deserves. he's driving slowly now, allowing him to turn his head in your direction more often.
"this!", you exclaim but immediately recoil when you see the look of hurt flash in his eyes. "no! not this, i mean- me! it's my fault, you did nothing wrong." you're saying all the wrong things, but you're too overcome with emotion to attempt to form a coherent sentence. still, you know it's time that the truth came out, so you continue to explain with a heavy heart.
"i didn't mean to hurt you," you choke out, and your voice is so thick you have to swallow before you carry on. he looks indignant and rightfully so, but you go on before he can interrupt you again. "but i was so scared, jaehyun."
his expression softens at your state, replaced with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "scared of what?", he asks quietly, his words hanging heavy in the air. you feel the need to pause for a moment, hands balled into tight fists as you try to regulate your breathing. you really didn't take into account how debilitating the night would be on yourself. sure, you knew it was going to be tough seeing jaehyun again, especially if he agreed to pretend to be together, but you weren't really expecting to hash it out like this, the weight of your decision pressing down on your like a leaden blanket.
the car moves so slow it may as well be still but when you turn to him, you can feel the burn of jaehyun's gaze, his eyes searching for some semblance of understanding. "i loved you", he whispers, voice cracking with the intensity of his words. "i would've done anything for you."
you're still, you're so so still. tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you struggle to find the right words to say, but he's completely thrown you off. the car has slowed to a stop, engine idling before he eventually turns it off in favour of turning to you.
"that's exactly why," you reply weakly, your voice a fraction of the volume it normally is. he surveys you intently, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt, eyes reflecting the very same sadness you feel.
"what do you mean?"
"i was scared of hurting you," your confession does nothing to ease his confusion, but you can see he looks more shocked than anything now. "scared of hurting me?," he echoes, his uncertainty and disbelief palpable. "this is so ironic, it's almost funny..."
you think hearing any more of what he has to say is actually going to kill you internally, so you know you have to rush to explain before he starts giving you a piece of his mind again. "i know, it's so fucking stupid, jaehyun", your voice is trembling from the sheer guilt you feel, bottom lip quivering so much you have to bite it to get it to stop. "everything was going so perfectly, you were so perfect, and it scared me so much."
he falls silent, much to your relief, his expression even softening minutely as he processes your words and this gives you the encouragement to continue. "remember that night on the beach? on the trip last year?", you speak tentatively, wanting him to understand your thought process and the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside you at the time, though it's not much of a defense. the memory floods into your mind so vividly, and you can see it all; the salt in the air, the gentle breeze, the feeling of the sand, your intertwined hands swinging. it was so serene and you'd give anything to be there in that moment again, though it's nothing but a distant dream now.
he nods slowly without speaking, and you release a wet sort of laugh, feeling like you'd choke on the lump in your throat. "we talked about everything that night, our families, our childhoods, our futures...and then you brought up what would happen after we graduated college."
you know he remembers because his eyes light up with recognition and he looks like he's replaying that exact moment in his head, and you hope he remembers it with the same soft, gushy feeling you do. "you said you wanted to move in together, and don't get me wrong, i was thrilled, but it made me realise how...serious everything was, you know?", your voice catches in your throat and you're talking to yourself as much as you're talking to him and he seems to understand that, because he makes no attempt to stop you.
it's silent again for a bit as you two reminisce, but you break it again. "i just knew i was going to fuck up, jaehyun. maybe not right away, but eventually, and the thought terrified me," you sniffle a little, not being able to bring yourself to look up from your hands to meet his gaze. "that feeling never really went away, and it was eating me up from the inside. it got so bad that i had convinced myself that you were going to leave me, so i had to do it first, before i fucked up."
your sorrowful confession hangs in the air like an echo and you finally give in to the urge to look at him, and you're shockedâ he looks at you so carefully, his expression soft, much, much softer than before. you couldn't stop the tears from finally falling if you tried , the soft glow of the dashboard illuminating the contours of your now wet face. your shared eye contact makes you feel nervous, but not in the way you were expectingâ it's too gentle, too raw and it makes you feel a certain way.
"i know it's not an excuse," you're blubbering so much that your cheeks feel hot, you're practically falling apart in the passenger seat of jaehyun's car while he watches and lets you pour all your miseries out onto him. "you don't know how much i regretted it...but i thought i did the right thing. for the both of us. even though i just ended up doing what i was trying to avoid by hurting you."
it's too much now, jaehyun's too silent, and too not-angry for your liking; why is he looking at you in a way that makes you feel like he doesn't think you're the worst person in the world? you can't hold back the sob that's building in your chest, doubling over in favour of pressing your hands against your face and bawling into them. you're not too loud a cryer, but the tremors of emotion you feel are making your shoulders shake, so you're crying silently into your hands while trembling. however guarded he tries to be, the gentleness of his voice overpowers it as he speaks. "i know, shh...," he murmurs and you can't believe your ears, that the man you thought hated you is actually attempting to comfort you after everything. "breathe, y/n."
like it's second nature to him, his hand travels to your back as the sobs wrack through your body, immediately drawing soothing circles on to your covered skin with his thumb. you don't know how but this almost makes you feel worse, the fact that he's still so caring towards you. you pluck up the strength to lift your face from your moist hands, and you're sure it's not a pretty sight that greets him. your nose feels unbelievably stuffy, and your face is on fire when you meet his sympathetic eyes, the warmth from his gaze and hand spreading throughout you, even though he's now removed it. "i'm sorry," you manage through sniffles, but you think you almost flatline when he reaches his hand towards your face, ever so gently caressing it. his thumb juts out and sweeps across the skin under your eye, wiping away at the wetness. "i know."
"shh, it's okay. you're okay", he coos gently and slowly takes his hand back in favour of imitating slow breaths for you, helping you relax a little as you copy him. "why would you think i'd leave you?", he asks carefully once you've calmed down a bit and wiped your tear-streaked face, simply surveying you now. all you can offer him is a defeated shrug, attempting to collect your thoughts. "remember i told you about my ex? the very first one?"
he nods.
"i moved on obviously, like ages ago, but since then i think i've always had this idea that getting dumped is inevitable", you try to explain, voice small as he listens patiently. "it was either leave them or get left, and i was so scared that it would happen with you, that i'd fuck up so bad that you would leave. i couldn't do it."
he frowns and calls out your name in a way that sounds like he's about to lecture you, but you know he can't tell you anything that you haven't already told yourself. "i know, jae, it was so stupid, i know. i don't regret anything more", you sigh, giving him a tight, small smile when you lock eyes. "i'm sorry."
you notice his eyes soften at the nickname, releasing a quiet huff before he runs a hand through his hair. his body language doesn't carry the same anger it did before when he was ranting, now looking subdued and reflective. "i understand why you did what you did. it was stupid, but i understand", he murmurs, his voice impossibly soft when meeting your gaze, the eye contact so intense that you have to physically remind yourself not to cry again by digging your fingernails into your palms. "i would've never left you."
you nod slowly at his admission, his words hanging in the air. "i should've just talked to you...", you concluded in a sullen way and he doesn't reply in full, just mumbling a soft "yeah" under his breath. you don't mind the silence that fills the car this time, the underlying tension more or less dissipated, but you do notice the time, realising that jaehyun still needs to go back home after dropping you.
"should we, uh...", you gesture towards the road and he jumps up in his seat, as though he forgot that he was driving you somewhere in the first place, muttering "sorry" before twisting the key to start the car. this makes you let out an involuntary giggle and jaehyun shoots you a quick glare which immediately shuts you up, a certain warmth blooming in your chest when you see a small smile creep on to his face out of the corner of your eye.
it's quiet for a bit, jaehyun focusing on the road while you gaze out the window. much to your dismay, both the road and the various buildings and shops start to look a lot more familiar, indicating that you are nearing your home. you shouldn't be dismayed really, because this wasn't the most congenial of car rides, but it means that your time with jaehyun is coming to an end. you don't know what the conversation that took place means for you and him however, because unless you're alarmingly stupid, you feel that he may not hate you as much as he once did. does this mean you might even be able to see him again sometime? in a setting where you're not sweating and shaking at just the thought of seeing him?
you think it might be a bit audacious of you to ask that, so you don't. instead, you turn to him with a light grin, playing with the necklace clasped around your neck. "hey, at least you got some new headphones out of all of this", you joke lightheartedly, eyeing the package sitting on the backseat. he lets out a heartwarming chuckle at your comment, glancing at the bag through his rear view mirror. "i can't believe your parents bought that for me. you think they'll make me return it when they find out we aren't together?", he remarks, and you do your best to ignore the little pang you feel at the reminder of your situation. his comment does make you snort though, and you nod along with him. "nah, you need it more than anyone. your airpods have seen better days."
he laughs again, and you wouldn't believe that you two were arguing back and forth like madmen some twenty minutes back. this feels familiar and comfortable, and you cross your fingers in case you jinx it. "do you remember that time when we planned a picnic..." jaehyun begins, a sense of nostalgia shining through his cheeks. "and you forgot to bring the speakers? and we tried blasting music through my one airpod?"
you can't stop the peals of laughter that escape from your mouth as you nod, covering your mouth when your snort makes him laugh as well. "remind me why we didn't just play the music straight from your phone?", you question, replaying the memory in your mind like it was recent. he pauses to think for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck while he hums. "yeah, what the fuck? why didn't we just do that?"
you're laughing in unison as you take this trip down memory lane together, the next few minutes of the car ride consisting of exclamations of "oh! remember when..." and "that time when...", both of you adding on to the memories with your own perspectives and insights. the fact that the conclusion of your little dispute remains ambiguous doesn't bother you too much at the moment, happy to just enjoy the warm atmosphere while you can.
jaehyun's animatedly recounting a story about your sister downloading a game on his phone when you face him, and the last thing you remember paying attention to was that she had somehow managed to spend a large amount of his actual money on it. your eyes are focused on him now, just studying him, and he seems to realise that you aren't listening to his story when he glances at you.
"what?", he questions, the corner of his eyes crinkling when he narrows them at you in an playful manner, taking one hand off the steering wheel to drum absentmindedly on his thigh. "nothing, i just...", you trail off, scanning his features. "you changed your hair. it's...nice. i wanted to tell you that earlier."
he clearly wasn't expecting the compliment, mouth opening and then closing as he tries to think of an admissible reply. "you like it?", he then asks, a shy smile tugging at his lips when he consciously cards his fingers through the longer bit at the back. at your reaffirming nod and heavy gaze, the expected pink sheen dusts his cheeks and though you can't see them, you know the tips of his ears are pink too. he mumbles something of a timid "thank you", both of you smiling like idiots while he trains his eyes on the road.
not too soon after, his car is pulling into your dark driveway. you can't help the sinking feeling in your chest, lips curved slightly downwards. none of the lights are on, save for the streetlight, illuminating the street in a ghostly, dim way. your house looks just like it had for the past many months, gloomy and lonely, and you're absolutely dreading the idea of moping around once again. if this day spent with jaehyun has showed you anything, it's that you're a 100% sure you've not moved on, and that you won't for a long, long time. simply put, you're still in love with him, and you'll have to carry the cross of your mistake for some time to come.
he switches the ignition off but neither of you move. you're sat in your dull driveway on an otherwise empty street, all the other lights of your neighbouring houses off. neither of you say anything, mostly because you're not sure what one is supposed to say in this situation, so everything is still.
"soâ"
"wellâ"
you let out a nervous chuckle while he smiles a bit, both of you mumbling apologies for interrupting each other. "you go first", jaehyun compels you, but now you don't know what to say because you were just going to make it up as you speak. your mouth has a way of working faster than your brain sometimes, but neither seem to be too functional at the present moment. "no, you go", is all you got, and jaehyun has the nerve to roll his eyes, twisting in his seat a little so he's facing you.
"i was just going to say that we uh, reached your place", he claims in a deadpanned manner, but your car door is still locked and your seatbelt is still locked in. you think you must have lost your mind, hoping that he'd tell you to stay with him forever and never leave (which you would have agreed to in a heartbeat). "i guess we have...", you nod, looking out the window and observing your home. maybe it was the dread of going back to your old routine that gave you the sudden boost of confidence, but you realise he never answered your question from before.
"jaehyun...", you begin but falter when you think you might be overstepping, ultimately deciding to just ask anyway when he looks at you expectantly. "why did you agree to come today? we both know you didn't have to."
he looks like he was dreading the very question you asked for some time, shutting his eyes when he leans his head back against the headrest and sighs. "i don't know", is the answer he gives you, voice muffled through the palms of his hands that are rubbing his face tiredly. biting your lip, you have to hold back a similar sigh because you should've known he's not going to just tell you like that. you have no right to press, but yet you do, one more time. "jaehyun, please?"
maybe it's because you sound so meek, but he drops his hands in favour of looking at you, really looking at you, like he's searching your eyes. "why do you think?", he turns it back on you, but you know this is just his way of avoiding the question. "if i knew, i wouldn't be asking. i know you don't have to tell me, you don't owe me a single thing, i justâ", you speak desperately with all of the confidence you can muster, worried that your bottom lip would start trembling again. "please, i need to know."
you're looking each other dead in the eye, and while your voice isn't strong, it's honest and raw, and jaehyun can sense that. you can see that there's a million thoughts running in his mind just by the pained look in his eye and your own heartbeat has picked up, the sound deafening in your ears.
"if you haven't figured it out by now, i don't know what to tell you."
thud. thud. thud. you wonder if he can hear your heartbeat over the sound of his, but the blood pumping through your veins is making your ears ring, because what did he mean by that? you hope it means what you want it to mean, but you can't just assume you know everything because you're delusional at this point. "jaehyun, what are you sayiâ"
"i agreed because i'm still in love with you."
there it is. the silence after his confession is positively deafening, your mouth agape as your try to register what you just heard. your eyes flicker between his, searching for any signs that he's just messing you and that it's some cruel joke, though it would be completely in his right to fuck with you if he wanted. he's never looked more vulnerable, eyes trained on you in an almost frantic way, like he himself can't believe what he just said. the way he just blurted it out makes you think that he didn't fully mean to admit that, but it's out, nothing he could do to take it back.
"what?", your own voice sounds like an echo and you wish you had something else to say because you heard him loud and clear, but there's a burning ache in your chest that claws all the way up to your throat. the shock is evident in your voice, not knowing what to do with yourself as you visibly process his words. "tell me you're joking", you plead in a pained way, words barely above a whisper. he doesn't say anything, looking lost in his own thoughts as his eyes scan your face. "you don't hate me?"
"hate you?", he scoffs disconsolately, shaking his head slowly. "i couldn't hate you if i tried. and believe me, i tried."
you can hardly believe your ears. you know your heart shouldn't be pounding the way it is, it feels wrong almost for you to be feeling as relieved as you are. "after everything?", you insist dumbfoundedly, but the longing in your voice is palpable, even if you're trying to give him a way out. "i was so horrible to you, jaehyun." you hate the way your voice cracks, but jaehyun just sighs and offers you a sad smile.
"there's nothing you could do to make me hate you."
it's heartbreaking, how defeated he sounds, but he's also looking at you like you could do no wrong in his eyes. "i never moved on", you whisper, hesitance clear as you tell him the truth. "i couldn't delete any of our pictures, i still have all your clothes, sometimes i accidentally set the table for two when it's just me..."
he's blinking quickly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was trying to hold back tears. your break-up did nothing but cause immense amounts of pain for the both of you, and you'd give anything in the world to make up the time lost. his wide-eyed and nearly motionless expression urges you to continue, ready to pour out your heart to the man you loved.
"i still have your number memorised", your face mirrors his, voice growing stronger by the minute. "all the gifts and letters you've ever given me, they're all still there in that shoebox in my cupboard."
"i thought about you everyday", his whisper is raspy, speaking right after you do. "every party i went to, i looked for you even though i knew you wouldn't be there. you know johnny tried setting me up with people?"
you try to suppress the little sting, but you feel it deep inside you. "he did?", you have to clear your throat, and you almost don't want to ask but you do anyway. he releases a sad little chuckle and nods, toying with his fingers. "yeah. i knew i was doomed when the whole date, i wished she was you."
the smile finds its way on to your face against your will, feeling that familiar lump make its way to your throat. "she could've made you happy, jae", you argue anyway because at the end of the day, you want the best for him, and you know you're far from the best.
"no one could make me feel the way you do, y/n", he replied honestly, and there's a sense of finality to his words, like he'd had this same argument with himself time and time again, only to come to this conclusion. âthe thought of anyone else touching you made me sickâ, he croaked, not missing the way his eyes ghost over your frame.
his words bring about a noticeable shift in the air, followed by silence. he watches you, and you watch him, breathing slow as your eyes dart across his face.âi donât want anyone but youâ, you confess slowly, and a few beats pass before you find it in you to speak again. "i love you, jaehyun."
silence.
you expected disapproval, maybe even a malicious scoff, but you certainly weren't expecting to feel a soft pair of lips against yours as he suddenly lurches forward.
you're stunned, so stunned that you don't even reciprocate the kiss, lips unmoving against his. it's only when he takes this as a sign of discomfort and breaks the kiss that you find yourself reacting, hands immediately making their way to caress his cheeks, leaning forward to chase his lips and close the distance between you. he lets out a sound of surprise against your lips but kisses you back right away, a hand wrapping around your neck from the back, tangling itself in your hair. the kiss is heated and so long overdue, tangible through the way his lips meld furiously together with yours, teeth clashing every now and then.
your hands make their way to his broad shoulders, one wrapping around them while the other comes to rest on his chest, gripping the material of his hoodie. you have the urge to be impossibly close to him, trying to lean forward to kiss him more fully but you're restricted by your seatbelt. it's almost as if he can read your mind, because the hand placed against your face now moves to press on the buckle to release you without breaking the kiss. "fucking seatbelt...", he mumbles disgruntedly against your lips, fiddling with the button until you hear it click, finally separating yourself from him to slip it over you. "there we go."
you don't stay separated for long because jaehyun uses the hand behind your head to pull you towards him again, capturing your lips in a way that makes all the air leave your lungs. "come here", he grunts, using his long arms to pull you clumsily over the gearshift and straight on to his lap. you settle yourself in to the somewhat awkward position in the enclosed space, but that's the last thing on your mind when all your thoughts consist of jaehyun, jaehyun, jaehyun. his lips are back on yours in a instance, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip messily and you gladly allow it to explore your mouth.
the air is impossibly thick, heavily contrasting to the cold weather outside the car, even his lips and hands feel warm against your hot body. you feel his hands grip your waist easily in this position, lips leaving your own to drag across the expanse of your jaw. you whine quietly at the feeling of his mouth sucking a particular spot on your neck, tilting your head back as you wrap your arms around his neck. "missed this", he muses, tongue peeking out to kitten lick at your neck, breath hot against your sensitive skin. "missed you."
the feeling in your chest when his hands find their way under your shirt and on to your bare skin is inexplicable, unable to stop the soft moan from tumbling from your lips when his big hands glide over your stomach, back and finally your breasts. everything about the way he's touching you and kissing you is greedy and urgent, like he's afraid you'll disappear from his arms if he loosens his grip even by a little bit. you'd be a fool to not match this energy, pressing into him while you squeeze your hands over his. "need you so bad, jae."
you're subconsciously grinding down against him needily, hips stuttering against his lap like you've never been touched before. "fuck", your eyes widen at the groan that leaves his throat, sounding absolutely guttural as he grips the skin of your hip harshly.
he's barely done anything and you're coming undone right in front of his watchful eyes, your panties dampening at the look on his face. "jae..", you whine when his fingers dip past the waistband of your pants, gently cupping your clothed core as you rut against it. "shit, baby", he marvels at the stickiness of your panties, feeling your wetness on his fingers just through the material. "you really missed me, huh?"
you don't even have the time to respond to his cocky remark before his fingers are slipping beneath the band of your panties to circle your clit, spreading the wetness around your folds. a breathy sigh escapes your lips, throwing your head back as he experimentally prods at your entrance and eventually slips a finger inside. "still so tight for me", he all but groans, pumping his finger in and out of you languidly, drinking in the sounds of your pleasure. he feels so blissfully familiar, and though you haven't been touched by him, or anyone for that matter for months, the stretch of his second finger feels the same kind of intimate as it did before, if not more.
you lean forward and press your lips against his once again, kissing him like you might never get the chance to again, all while you're grinding back down on his hand that's fingering you steadily with a thumb circling your clit at the same time. his free hand moves to bunch your top up above your breasts, peppering kisses over the tops of them. he wastes no time in pulling your breasts free from from their cups, attaching his lips to one nipple and swirling his tongue around it in a way that makes you cry out. "my pretty girl", he mumbles almost to himself while cupping your other breast, making a show out of it as his tongue flicks over your hardened bud over and over until your arching your back and pressing it further into his face. âthought about this all the time.â
keeping in mind that you're still technically in a public place, you bite your lip to contain the sounds of your pleasure, though jaehyun doesn't make it easy when he notices this and increases the pace of his fingers. the hand fondling your breast leaves it unattended for a moment to release your bottom lip from your teeth, smoothing his thumb over the swollen skin. "i've waited months to hear these sounds. let me hear you, baby", he all but purrs and that's all it takes for a moan to tumble out of your mouth, pressing your forehead against the side of his face while you screw your eyes shut out of pleasure.
with his attack on your sensitive buds and his fingers pistoning inside of you, you know you aren't going to last long. "already?", jaehyun chides with a small smirk, and it's embarrassing how well he knows your body, grazing his teeth against your nipple in a way that feels painful and heavenly at the same time. you can feel his rock hard bulge against you, and with the untimely grinding of your hips against him, you're sure this is torturous for him. "don't wanna come like this", you whine against his cheek, your entire body feeling sticky from the heat inside the closed vehicle. your puckered lips leave wet kisses all over the expanse of his cheek, and the boyish giggle that leaves his mouth makes your heart flutter. "wanna feel you, jae."
his head is thrown back against the headrest and his eyes are shut tightly, jaw clenched as he slowly slips his fingers out of you. though you whine at the loss of contact and you're almost grinding against the air, you want nothing more than to make him feel good as well. "want you to fill me up", you coo at him, softly linking your hands behind his neck as you test the waters with your words. it's clear they have an effect on him, both hands placed on your hips as he helps you lazily grind against his erection. "don'tâ have a condom", he grits out, hips bucking up to meet yours. "don't need one", you murmured immediately, knowing he wants this as bad as you do.
his eyes flicker open at that, one hand leaving your hip to brush some stray hairs away from your face, gently tucking some behind your ear. you could melt at the way he's looking at you, so tender and loving, a warmth spreading all over you until you feel like you have to look away. he doesn't let you however, hand quickly coming you to cup your cheek before leaning in place a small peck against your lips. "are you sure?", he sounds breathless, but still firm as his eyes glance between yours like he's reading them.
if he can read them, he'll know that you can't nod fast enough, dragging your hips across his needily to show him. "i'm sure. i want you, jae.", you're so needy that you don't even bother to take your pants or panties off fully, fingers fumbling with the waistband as you shimmy them down a little, leaving your underwear on. you swear your mouth waters when he unbuttons his pants and lets his cock spring out against his stomach, lustful eyes taking in the way he keeps his shirt up with his teeth. if this weren't such an awkward position, you'd have taken him in your mouth in an instant, knowing exactly what to do to hear the man in front of you whimper.
nudging your panties to the side, he focuses on collecting your wetness all over the tip of his dick, hissing at the contact. "please", you whine, not wanting to waste another moment, finally sighing in relief when he begins to press his cock inside you. he swears under his breath at the feeling, and you're feeling so stretched out just from him slipping it in even though you're still so wet that you just go lax in his arms until he bottoms out. "that's it", he grunts like he's holding back. "taking me so well, angel."
you preen at his praise, finally beginning to move your hips a little at his coaxing. sighing against the shell of his ear, he picks up the pace for you, not warning you before thrusting upwards to meet your movements with a groan. you can feel your mind going blank at the sensation, your moans sounding more like cries whenever he snaps his hips into yours, the obscene sounds filling the car. you're just so full, his hands gliding up and down your sides as he fucks deep inside you, making up for all the lost time. "you feel so good, baby", he barely gets his words out, but it gives you the encouragement to bounce up and down on his thick cock a little faster than before, his eyes widening at the feeling. "just like that."
he's kissing and sucking all over your neck again, lips ghosting over whatever skin he can reach and it's all so much, feeling a single tear stream down your face. he almost slows down for a second when he feels the tear drop on to his own face, eyebrows raised in surprise because he thinks he's hurting you, but he's even more shocked when you let out the high-pitched whine. "what's wrong, angel?", he mumbles into your neck, peering up at you carefully. you shake your head profusely, continuing to grind down on his cock. "i just- just love you so much, jae", you blabber incoherently, so wet that you're practically gushing around his dick.
"aw, baby", he shushes you sweetly, pressing his forehead against yours as his thrusts become more and more erratic. "i'm here. not going anywhere." the coil in your stomach is tightening and you can feel every inch of him inside you, more tears threatening to spill from your eyes before he's kissing them away. "i'm here."
he's hitting all the right spots inside you in this position, and he's basically doing all the work because you're like putty in his strong arms, all you can do is moan and cry out against him weakly. "i'm close", you warn him, but you know he already knows that, and you know he is too, slipping your hand down to where his rests on your hip and interlacing your fingers. "me too, pretty", he sputters through his teeth, giving your hand a tight squeeze as you start to come undone. âwant you to cum. can you do that for me?â
"oh my god", you're crying out as you cum around his cock, body and mind going numb and ears ringing as the coil finally snaps. "cum inside me, jae, please", his eyes go wide at the way you're begging him, and he doesn't look like he can hold back much longer. "fuck angel, you- you sureâ"
"yes, please, need you to fill me up", you cut him off, too sensitive from the way he's helping you ride out your high to move anymore. with a few more sloppy thrusts, his cock is twitching inside you before you lets out a guttural groan, his warm cum filling you up. you go limp against him, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck as the both of you try to regulate your heartbeats.
the sounds of your heavy breathing fills up the car along with jaehyun's soft murmurs of "so perfect" and "did so well for me". any doubts you had in your mind of this being a mistake in jaehyun's eyes are wiped away when he begins petting your head, gently smoothing your messy hair as he presses firm kisses to your head. his cock softens inside of you but he makes no move to pull out, wrapping his arms around your waist while you do the same around his neck, simply sitting in each other's presence silently.
you struggle but finally pick yourself up, gazing at his moonlit face from your place on his lap. âyou okay? was that okay?â, he murmurs softly, his voice thick and eyes hazy as he traces little shapes on your back. âmore than okayâ, you reply tiredly, pressing your lips against his once again because you feel youâre in a dream-like state right now. you're sure he's the most beautiful man you're ever had the privilege of looking at, feeling incredibly vulnerable when you speak again even though he's looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes. "now what?", you question, suddenly feeling like you've jumped the gun when he opens his mouth to say something but stays silent. "never mind, don't answer that, we'll talk about it later", you shake your head, laughing a little breathlessly when he grins at you, pecking his forehead sweetly.
you look away from him and at your lifeless house, mouth working faster than your brain once again. "would you...want to come in?", you wince, feeling kind of stupid for asking but meaning it anyway. you're both comforted and thrilled when a large grin is plastered on to his face, feeling like maybe your home won't be as lifeless anymore.
"i think i'd love to come in."
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ON THE SCENE!
⍠Ë⥠â・ â synopsis: the life of a pornstar like toji full of bliss, prestige, and the freedom to do whatever he wants...until you break out on the scene!
⍠Ë⥠â・ â pairings: pornstar!fem!reader x pornstar!toji fushiguro
⍠Ë⥠â・ â cw: 4.4k, oral(f.receiving), facesitting, toji's mushy, exhibitionism, consensual filming, unprotected sÄx, crèmepie
⍠Ë⥠â・ â words from chris: just a repost but i hope you still enjoy!
âToji!â you squealed, pulling him into a tender embrace. The strength of his forearms had to offer alone clung around you, his lips busying themselves with wayward pecks along your flexed cheeks. âHey Angelface, whatâs got you all happy? Donât say itâs me now,â he jested, parting from your cheek.
You met the blazoned green hues of his eyes, jubilance dotting Tojiâs pupils with their subtlety. He gave you the exact glance each and every time you had been in his presence, filling your belly with the bliss of butterflies.
âReady for this shoot?â You inquired, rustling the thick locks of Tojiâs hair. He nodded compliantly, bringing his accursed grin to light.
âYou already know how much I love making you cum, Beautiful.â
Just the smitten words from the Toji Fushiguro.
At the age of 35, he managed to capture all the hearts of women and even men all around the worldâone film at a time. For an adult film star like himself, it wasnât unusual for him to rally quite the following he acquired, each one vying for his attention, but his touch all the more.
It was in the manner that Toji could fold a woman in half and have her begging for more that drove his fan base insane. He always delivered an intoxicating watch, his skill to produce faux connections with his partner was unmatched.
Of course, through such skill of deception, no one really did expect for the salacious man to fall for anyone. At least that was the cause⌠until you broke onto the scene.
Since entering the film industry three years after Tojiâs debut, the attention came flocking to you. Basking in similar talents that he possessed, any man could fall for you with how youâd claw at the expanse of his back, cry out their name, and use such tantalizing staresâit was a done deal.
The request for you and Toji to finally work together had flooded in, drowning out anything else deemed unsuitable for both your causes.
The day that you and Toji met was like nothing before, the fondnesses for each other blossoming at first sight. Toji knew heâd been enamored when you first flashed him a giddy smile, coaxing for his cheeks to prickle with embarrassment.
As time went on, every time you and Toji worked together, the lines between fantasy and reality grew increasingly blurred. The revelation weighed upon both shoulders, unspoken feelings that were casted away from mind. It became apparent in the way Toji held you, his hands rubbing along every inch of your body.
He had grown attached to your every curve, never wanting to part once the cameras completed its task. Whenever you worked with someone who wasnât him, Toji was swift with his punishments, discreetly bullying your cervix beneath the harsh glare from the lens.
Eventually, it took to him making advances. Beginning with suggesting that you should come to visit his humble abode, all for it to end with you leaving the next day. His attraction to you was crippling, hindering his once-hailed versatility.
In truth, Toji Fushiguro only wanted you at his side.
Now here he stood, an arm around the waist of your robe and admiring you through the mirror. With just moments before the start of the shoot, Toji began to set his plan into motion, hoping heâd gain his desired results.
âWhat are you doing after this?â Toji hummed, pressing yet another stream of pecks along your temple. You shrugged your shoulders, âNothing, unless you have something in mind.â He directed his lustful gaze towards your own, a delighted chuckle seeping from his throat.
âI have a couple of things we can do, but first things firstâweâve got a job to do,â he declared, bracing his arms around your hips for extra security. Ripping you from the mirror, Toji lifted you into the air with a smile curling onto his lips.
Without a lick of retaliation, you allowed him to carry you away, bringing the both of you into the brightly lit room. Toji rested you atop the edge of the bed, his hulking figure standing before you.
Instinctively, you tugged at the loose knot of Tojiâs robe, only for his broad digits to lace around your wrist. âAnd whatâs my pretty baby up to? You know you might hurt yourself,â Toji teased, biting down into the plush of his bottom lip.
âYour what? Toji, I donât recall you asking me to be anything remotely near that,â you caught swiftly, earning a snicker to ring from the sculpted hull of Tojiâs chest. âThen do youââ
âAlright, looks like you guys are ready. Scene starting inâŚâ the director began, only for you and Toji to drown out the voice alike. Without delay, Toji brought a kiss onto your lips, the crashing fervor rousing the very depths of the man. As your eyes came to a fluttering shut, Tojiâs tongue began to grace the caverns of your mouth lazily.
Toji kept himself perched above you, the tips of your fingers running along the exposed skin of his thigh, leading up to his hardened erection behind the robe.
Your fingers wrapped around the thick girth of his shaft, using loose strides to stir Toji awake. He unleashed a sudden whimper against your lips, prying himself from the kiss. Toji hung his head beside your ear, wincing along the shell.
âFuckâI love when you touch me like that,â Toji groaned, just enough for you to hear. You struggled to control the gasp that desperately sought to escape from you. Toji was typically a vocal man, spewing all kinds of bits about you.
Yet, he was never so vulnerable to confess his own direct pleasures. It was prominent in how the supple pad of your thumb swiped at the swollen tip, flushed in hues of an innocent pink. Toji bucked into your fists, his erratic response bringing concerns to mind.
âYouâre sensitive, Toji. Tell me whatâs going on,â you voiced nervously, slowing your pace gradually. He only shook his head as he drew his arms back, allowing for the silk robe to fall from his bare body. With his chest smoldering against your breasts, Toji gained a bit of control over the situation again, pinning you to the soft duvet of the bed.
âWouldnât you like to know?â Toji taunted, his lips settling against yours once again. The tips of his fingers grew curious, tugging at the knot of your robe gently. His eyes panned over your body, revealing itself as the silky material set beneath you.
âI can never get enough of you, Y/N. You always keep me wanting more,â Toji cooed as he pulled away, guiding his promiscuous hand to ghost the band of your panties. âI can tell, but thatâs the way I like it,â you replied, lifting your hips to aid him.
Once he discarded you of the obstructing cloth, the rough pads of his digits drifted between your legs, parting the puffy lips of your cunt. He teased your clit with pulsing taps, slipping his middle finger between the viscid mess tucked behind your folds. You whined at his touch, pressing your forehead against his own.
âTojiii,â you dragged out, âI hate when you play with me like this!â He chuckled softly at your argument, a mere kiss of his finding solace along the tip of your nose. âAnd what are you doing to me right now? Youâre taking advantage of me being just a lilâ sensitive. So whoâs the mean one?â
You rolled your eyes, disregarding the truth within Tojiâs words. âWhich you still wonâtâholy shit!â You gasped as Toji slipped his digits through your slit, your back arching in response. He grinned at how your body reacted to his touch, curling his fingers to nudge at your sweet spot.
The hold around Tojiâs cock had withdrawn itself, your hand latching onto his tensed forearm. âItâs too soon, I donât wanna come yet!â You confessed to him through shuddering breaths. Toji shook his head as he slowly drew his digits from within, admiring how glossy they appeared in the short time.
âOf course not, I just wanted to get you ready,â Toji informed as he rose from you, dropping his burly figure atop of the bed. You didnât need an explanation from him to know exactly what Toji was thinking, it was just the unspoken language between you both. Completely shedding the robe from you, you laggardly crawled over Toji, resting your thighs beside his head.
From his post beneath you, Toji placed his hands along your arms, guiding the limbs to rest along the wooden headboard. âYou look on top of me, yâknow that?â Toji joked, placing a kiss into your inner thigh. Whipping your head to the side, you mumbled softly into your arm, âShut up, Toji.â He caught on to your coy nature, his hands navigating your hips to hover above his smug grin.
âWhy donât you make meâŚPrincess.â
Before you could reply, the broad of Tojiâs tongue had already sunk past the lips of your cunt, indulging in your precious essence. Your hands resting atop the headboard began to clench, baring the wooden to ground you.
Toji had such a graceful way of spurring your body into an orgasm, all when he saw fit. It was a task he held with the highest degree, devoting all his energy to the moment. He lived to witness your body fall at his touch, working his tongue to glide across the exposed nerves.
The whimsical spews of rambles outpoured from your mouth, only bringing amusement to Tojiâs ears. He dragged the slicked muscle through the thin sheets of your folds, only to draw himself back to place a sloppy kiss against the plump lips of your cunt. Every so often, Toji would send a passing glance over your trembling physique, his everlasting gratification written with every moan to pass through your mouth.
The palms of Tojiâs hands pressed into your pelvis, his tongue swiping at your clit with its heightened pace. He hummed at your request, sealing the tender bud within his mouth, only to release his hold with a lewd âpopâ of his lips.
There was no need for instruction or even words of praise to fall from your gaping jaw. With the number of times youâve been with Toji, he had become accustomed to all the inâs and outâs of you. He knew how every curve would sit perfectly in his hand, or how much time it took for you to reach a proper high.
You peered down at the lewd scene unfolding, whimpering in Tojiâs care. The hazy gaze of his eyes intimidated you to the core of your being. It was the same gaze he had whenever heâd have you all to himself, either during shoots or at the convenience of his own pleasures. You never could comprehend what it was Toji loved about you, why heâd become so insistent on only ever wanting to work with you.
Then again, such thoughts as the âwhyâsâ had to be reserved for a much later date, the building pressure of your release pooling within the pits of your belly. Your hips began to rut against Tojiâs tongue, even using the rounded end of his nose to your advantage.
All he could do was grin at the explicit display, his folded arms supporting your frantic swipes. âThatâs a good girl, use my tongue just like that!â Toji encouraged, grinding his back into the mattress beneath. Your ears hadnât picked up on Tojiâs assurance, being drowned out by the heft of your high.
Your legs came to a slamming shut, your body collapsing beside Toji. He took to pulling you into his chest, the warmth of his skin radiating surrounding you. He pressed comforting kisses into your smothered cheek.
âYou always look so pretty coming down,â he purred, cupping your jaw softly. When you finally met his gaze, a sweet smile was inclined to take onto your lips towards the man beside you.
Toji lugged himself to his knees, resting back upon his haunches. He was careful to pry your legs apart, leaving gentle pecks along the curve of your knee. He filled the space between your thighs, pulling your frame closer to his reach.
âThink youâre ready? I have no problem taking my time with you if need be,â he joked, the pad of his thumb grazing along your bottom lip, You shook your head, ensuring that it was clear for him to proceed.
Toji directed his attention down between his legs, his free hand forming a firm fist along his tanned shaft. The swollen head of his cock nudged at your clit, your body flinching beneath the weight of it.
The curves of your nails grazed along the contoured ridges of Tojiâs abdomen, etching crescent marks into his skin. âLook at you, being greedier than ever,â he snickered, inching his aching cock between your folds. âNo, you just get off by being mean to me,â you chided, pushing out a pestered pout on your lips.
Toji darted his sights, shifting from your narrowed glare to the thumping crown of his cock. Even he couldnât keep himself waiting any longer, giving in to your merciful whims just this once.
âOh Iâm sorry, Iâll be nice and give you exactly what youâre asking for,â he returned, aligning his hips with your own. In foul push, he snapped his hips against yours, your gummy walls struggling to envelop the entirety Tojiâs cock.
An inaudible gasp filled your lungs, the glossy stream of drool spilling from your mouth. No matter how many times you were with Toji, you couldnât ever properly adjust to the mind-numbing girth he offered, the stretch sending your thoughts into a state of absence.
âShhh, Iâve got you. Thatâs what happens when you rush perfection, Baby,â he cooed, rubbing at the plush of your flexed tummy. As your eyes began to loll to the back of your skull, a frown spread across Tojiâs face, finding displeasure with your lack of eye contact.
âHey, stay with me, Gorgeous, if you do Iâll give you a surprise,â Toji wagered, grinding his pelvis against you. Gradually, the whites of your eyes were replaced by your own dazed hues, barely grappling with the moment. Toji knew he had to work fast, using the only method he knew best with you.
Cupping your jaw, Toji brought his lips to yours, humming a soft tune as he allowed for his hips to draw back from inside you. âKeep that pretty mouth of yours open for me,â he whispered, eyes trained to the glimmering spool of spit leaving from his mouth, dripping along the grooves of your tongue.
âSwallow it, finish the job,â Toji added, his ears piqued for the harsh gulp traveling down your throat. With his satisfactions met, Toji planted his palms into the plushy mass of cotton beneath your head, his hips gathering more force with every passing second.
Curses flew from his mouth, nonsensical babbles about how good you felt around him. As much as Toji wanted to bask in your warmth, he still had a goal in mind, gritting back the pool of arousal building at his core.
Bringing his features above your own, Toji began to speak once more, using a kindred tone to lull you to his long-strayed rhythm. âY/N, I thought you wouldâve caught on by on,â Toji mumbled, his hands gripping at the plush surrounding your waist.
âOn to what?â You replied, confining the hitching breaths to your lungs. Toji released a pitiful huff into the air, realizing that an answer was due. He sank his head within the crook of your neck, his breath warming the shell of your ear.
âAll those dates we went on, the times Iâve asked you to stay over. I mean, just add a few more of your dresses and youâll basically be living with me. Not to mention how much I hate whenever youâre on a job with someone else, it breaks my heart honestly,â he confessed, earring your whimpers as a form of response.
âPoint is, Y/NâŚI want us to be..together, officially, not just behind the scenesââ
Your brows knitted in the wake of Tojiâs confession, unsure of how to reply during the current situation. âYou canât be asking this now, Toji. You are shit with your timing,â you winced woefully, thrashing your head against the pillow.
âIâm not taking no for an answer, I donât care if I have to keep this up âtil I pass out. Iâm leaving today with you as my girlfriend,â he announced pridefully, adjusting himself on top of you. Just as you processed Tojiâs words, his hips began to drive into you, plunging his cock deeper than before.
Each stroke was more relentless than the last, his flushed tip bullying your cervix into the inevitable submission. After your first orgasm, the sensitivity lining your cunt made its presence vividly clear, the overstimulation taking its heavy toll upon you.
Toji hadnât let even the slightest jolt of your body gone unnoticed, relying on his words to soon push yout over the edge. âY/NN,â he called out innocently, a complacent smirk dressing his visage. You darted your patchy gaze from his face to the hand he pressed below your navel.
âCanât you feel just how deep I am? It feels so fucking good, doesnât it,â he taunted, blowing faux kisses of apathy to your direction. You could only squirm beneath his hulking frame. Tojiâs sly comments only fed the heft of your pending orgasm.
âYouâre creaming, Angel! You must be closer than I thought,â Toji sang, adding to his lewd spews to fluster you. You struggled to reply to him, only short-winded gasps and moans feeding Tojiâs ears.
âMâ so close, fuck, itâs right-â A shrilling squeal interrupted your words, the overwhelming pressure within your stomach giving way. The pricklings tings of your orgasm brought along more than expected, a sudden gush of your release painting Tojiâs pelvis with glistening droplets.
Combined with your fluttering walls and wayward writhing into the bed, Toji succumbed to the amorous atmosphere, spilling the sinful hues of white into your womb. His head tossed back in tandem with his high, hot pants warming the air.
Glancing down at the mess adoring his abdomen, Toji chuckled at the sight, finding his balance between your legs once again.
âYou came already? And with no answer..guess Iâll just have to keep going, right Baby?â Toji sneered, drawing his hips back once again.
Your arms laced around the nape of his neck, dragging down Toji flushed against your chest. Between shuddering breaths you entertained Tojiâs skillful scheme at last, bursting into a fit of giggles.
âYouâre a damn idiot, honestly. Of course, I wanna be with you!â you beamed, carding your fingers through his slicked hair. Amidst the mess riddled along Tojiâs skin and the mixes of release spilling from your slit, the pair of you basking in what was the abnormal birth of a newly found relationship.
Resting his head within the valley of your breast, Tojiâs fingers tweaked around the heartened peak, rattling off about his thoughts.
âJust saying, weâve been at this for a year now, I think itâs safe to say I love you, donât you?â Toji hinted, his hazy sights settling in line with your lidded ones.
Just as you began to utter the three words of affirmation, the loud crash of the clapperboard broke you from Tojiâs sights, the piercing lights ahead burning your eyes.
âAlright guys, great job today! It felt so real to watch,â the director called from his seat, pulling both you and Toji from the somewhat intimate moment.
The directorâs words resonated in your mind, coaxing for a another best of laughter to ring from your chest, Toji following suit. He held you beneath him, peering back at the director with an annoyed stare.
âThatâs cause it was real!"
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itâs too bad youâre married to me | m.l
âhusband!mark lee x f!reader | ft. jaehyun + jungwoo
genre: smut, angst, tragic romance, miscommunication, marriage au, 2000s au
synopsis: all mark ever does is use weaponized incompetence to get out of small tasks you ask of him. when he finally realizes you resort to his close friends to do what he canâtâ nothing can prepare him for whatâs in your pandora box; now karma is set in motion.
warning(s): ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm denial, cum swallowing, jealousy, toxic relationship/love, insecurity, vomiting, work field harassment, mental health deteriorating, self sabotage, smoking, mentions of poor eating habits/self care, pregnancy, mark is a horrible husband. this is for the people who only know toxic and bad relationships, woohoo (...)
wc: 19.5k+ || soundtrack || ao3
part 1 | part 2
Š 2024 YOJEONGIN all rights reserved â please DO NOT translate, take, nor repost any of my works on other social mediaâs. reblogs are HIGHLY appreciated and preferred!
disclaimer: this is purely fictional; in no way am I condoning this behavior, trying to offend anyone, nor is it meant to place such image on the idol, these are only characters. read at your own discretion.
an: it's been a year since I last updated the happy together series, I guess I lied when I said the stupid girl incident wouldn't happen with this one but hey it's finally over! this is an epilogue for happy together but can be read as itâs own part. ynâs character here isnât the same as happy together, this is a completely different yn!! fun fact I came up with this before happy together lol
âNo one wants to think about it. About how your love may run out or hang by a thread because itâs that big, not able to be supported by one person alone. To even have the fleeting negative thought race in your mind. No one wants that.â â April 25, 2004.
Life was sweet, it was a new romance never felt before (at least in your case). The type to make your heart swell at any sweet action. He was tender, sweet, and attentive. Whatever you asked of him, heâd have for you, ready and in your hands. Mark used to go out of his way for you but slowly the small things became a burden and any little task, he never wanted to do anymore.
Even so, now as you sit on your knees in between his legs, hearing his grunts from the pleasure he is enduring, you put off your own pleasure for his as long as the satisfaction of him feeling loved continues.
With his cock stuffed deep in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat. Mark held onto the messy comforter while you kept going. Your nose hitting his pubic bone, staying still for seconds just so he could feel the warmth of your throat around him.
At that feeling Mark allowed a disgruntled moan, loud and perfect. His hips buckle forward, causing you to gag. Tearing up and finger nails softly claw his thighs. Thatâs the most damage you allowed yourself to cause him. His hand wraps around your hair, the sting of his pulling mirroring the one of your clawing, he was relentless unlike you.
âYouâre so good to me. You feel so good, fuck!â He groans, eyes tightly shut. âI love when you gag around me, it feels so good. As if your throat still hasnât gotten used to me after all these years, pretty girl.â
Raking your nails on the lower back of his thighs, he hisses. With his hands holding onto your head, his thrusts get harderâ almost as a counter attack.
The hand you had on his thigh comes in contact with his balls, pinching them where he likes. Playing with and twirling them. Markâs thrusts become slow but harder, hitting the back of your throat more painful, nothing you wouldnât take unwillingly, though. He knows you can and will take anything he gives you.
Thatâs how you knew he was extremely close. When his thrusts were rough and slow, the grip on your hair became tighter when he pushed you further down, becoming extra sensitive to the way you handle his testicles.Â
âAh~ y/n⌠Please, just a bit more. AhhâŚâ He pants, stopping his thrusting momentarily until you pinch his scrotum, to which he whimpers loudly. Some sweat had accumulated on his neck and forehead. Glistening, he looked so beautiful, much more than he already is. Markâs eyes were closed but he could feel your lingering gaze on him. He could feel the penetrating stare that looked at him with adoration.
When he couldnât handle it furthermore and his thrusts against your throat were becoming sloppy, Markâs eyes fluttered open, looking down at you, giving you one of his most tender smiles. You never got used to the way he looked at you. Even when he gave you his coldest glares, there was always a sense of adoration to them.Â
So one can only imagine the warmth and giddiness you felt when he looked at you this lovingly. Lovingly enough that he removed one hand from your head and placed it on your cheek. Thumb caressing your flesh, soft strokes contradicting the ones abusing your throat.
âWhat I wouldnât do to be like this with you forever.â The words contradictory and cheeky to his caring caress, almost conniving.Â
Markâs hips jolted forward, disgruntled moans left his lips but his eyes never left yours. Even after he screwed them shut momentarily from pleasure, heâd always open them to let you know how good he felt. Head thrown back, trying to regain his breath and calmness after the orgasm you had just given him. His hand strokes your head softly whilst you gaze up at him lovingly, your head resting on his thigh.Â
âMorning,â your voice snaps him out of it, looking down at you with a smile. âReally good morning.â He chuckles in a breath, leaning down as much to give you a soft and tender kiss, tasting himself on you. Pulling apart, Mark stands up, helping you up from the aching position you were in. Rubbing your knees momentarily to soothe the pang.Â
It didnât take long enough to forget his care and make his path to the kitchen, you trailing behind like a lost puppy, ignoring your ache just to start the day for both of you. âHey, can you do me a favor?â Your soft voice squeaked against his ear, making him turn to you slowly. A gleam of hope on your part as always.
âWhat is it?â You could see his emotions coursing through, already looking for excuses as always. âJustâ can you pick up an order at Cafe 7 Dream? Itâs for Venetiaâs pregnancy leave party but I donât have time to pick it up. Please? During your lunch break?â
Your eyes still glimmer with hope knowing well what his answer already is. âOh⌠baby, you already know I canât. I donât even know where it is.â He ran a hand through his hair, walking past you after giving his famous apologetic pout.Â
Back to him, hopeful smile faltering, slowly closing your eyes disappointed but not surprised knowing the predicted outcome. You sigh quietly, basking in the background noise he made. Opening and closing the fridge door and pans moving around the stove top as if he truly had intentions to do something.
âI guess, yeah⌠itâs fine Iâll figure it out then.â Defeatedly, you make your way to him, watching him play with the knobs as if he didnât know how a damn stove works, you only interfered when he opened the egg crate. Rushing to him you took it all off his hands, his faux complaining making you roll your eyes, him oblivious to how it wasnât playful anymore. âGo shower, youâll be late.â Still, your voice held no annoyance.Â
He chuckles, completely oblivious to your feelings as always. âOr we could shower togetherâŚâ he suggests, not over the morning rendezvous. Wanting more and more, never satiated. Â
You didnât have it in you to smile at him, shaking your head and dismissing him as you crack the eggs over the pan. He giggles, towards the bathroom, placing a playful slap to your ass on his way.
The walls were thin. You could hear the sound of the toilet flushing, the water running, and your thoughts bouncing off of them. Torturing you with the words and feelings you try to repress all the time in order to live in peace and in love with him.
You loved him. More than anything, to the point it was extremely painful despite him being yours. Youâve fought hard trying to make your love for him unconditional, there was no backing out anytime.
Moments like these in which he shut down your pleas, all you could do was restrain yourself from the ill thoughts your tired brain tried to throw at him. You couldnât let anything get in between the both of you, not even yourself.Â
So instead you rather stand in front of the stove, moving the spatula around to make him his beloved sunny side up eggs. Funny enough, you hated them but if he wanted you to love them, you would.
Coming out of the bathroom, steam painting the mirrors and windows. Mark dries his hair with the towel sitting atop his shoulders, a sniffle leaves him, pulling the chair from the dining table, smiling at you with a âthank youâ rolling off his tongue while you set down his dishes and drink right in front of him.Â
âYouâre not eating?â He questions the moment you sat beside him with just a pouch of Konjac Jelly. You could only smile and shake your head, suckling on the nozzle to get out the contents. You werenât eating then and there, you just didnât want to tell him you were getting breakfast with your colleague on your way to work.Â
Mark nodded before digging in on the yolk with his spoon, that expected smile on his face.
He talked and talked after every bite and chew. Mark was well aware of how much you liked to hear his voice, especially in the morning before he left you for work. Head resting on your palm as you watched him stack his plates, a smile plastered on your lips from his presence alone.Â
âWant me to drop you off? Youâre gonna have to hurry though.â The clanking of the bowls on the sink as he passed water over them knowing youâd wash them eventually; making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and finish getting dressed.Â
Shaking your head as a response, he waits for your explanation. âIâm walking the entire week, donât worry about me. Maybe I'll take the bus.â
How couldnât he when both of your jobs were a tad bit far from home. It didnât help that most of the time you got out late. At least he was thankful Jungwoo could drop you off whenever he wasnât able to pick you up or simply didnât feel like it.
âYou know I donât like it when you ride the bus, itâs always filled with⌠men at these hours. Take care, okay? Call me once you arrive or if something happens.â
Despite your smile of approval, what was he going to do when he can barely take care of himself?
Markâs lips fell against yours the moment he opened the door to the apartment, towering over you for a few kisses before pulling away. âBy the way, can you pick up my suit from the cleaners either later or tomorrow? I have a meeting at the end of the week.â
He was giddy asking you for a favor, clutching his backpack, ignoring the way you tried to not let your emotions show through your face. âYeah⌠Iâll do it after work.â Your soft voice, trying its best to hide that tinge of bubbling vexation.
Mark smiled, a giggle leaving his throat whilst his hand caresses your cheek. âIâll see you at night, baby.â You couldnât answer, he had bolted towards the elevator. Only the daily bittersweet taste lingers once again.
Shutting the door behind you, your eyes immediately travel to the pile of dishes he left for you on the sink, not even allowing your sighs to escape by how familiar this scene has become. It was rather frustrating for Mark to not notice your obvious signs of unhappiness with him. He knew you loved him, perhaps more than he loved you, which he tends to ignore to not throw himself off.
But that love he thinks you have was blinding him from all the realities of how dysfunctional the relationship was. It was pitiful that his friends were the only ones to actually notice them.
âMarkie, morning!â Johnnyâs cheerful voice booms against his ear, hand softly patting the younger manâs shoulder as he signals to follow him and Jaehyun to the break room while handing him a cup of coffee.Â
Mark returned the greeting to both of the men standing in front of him, conversing as if he didnât see them almost daily. From joke after joke, Jaehyunâs phone beeped constantly, the other two ignoring it as he checked it with a giddy smile plastered on his face; Johnny asks if theyâd like to get lunch during their break.
Mark immediately agreed to the offer, taking some of the last sips from his coffee. They spoke about restaurant options but upon Jaehyun not answering, rather typing, the blackberry keys louder than his coworkers, the two turned to ask again.
âJaehyun, youâre down for lunch?â Johnny questions, making his way towards the trash can, depositing away his cup, the eyes on the â7â icon turning to Mark. Jaehyun hums in response, putting his phone away before actually speaking. âUh, maybe next time. I have something to do.â An apologetic smile, Johnny understanding but Mark lets out a teasing chuckle.Â
âLunch with a special friend?âÂ
âActually, Iâm helping your wife.â
He didnât want to make it obvious but Jaehyun put enough emphasis on âyourâ. âShe asked for a favor and I always say yes, so...â Jaehyun shrugs, sipping the last of his own coffee.
The air was shifting to hostility the more Markâs expression began to change, slowly but surely. His eyes followed every move Jaehyun made, ignoring how all the 7âs glared at him, even his own. Johnny was no fool, if Jaehyun couldnât feel the building hostility, Johnny was clearly feeling and seeing it. His eyes advert from both men as he watched how quickly a mood can be annihilated.
âAlways? What do you mean, always?â Mark turns his back to the other two âalmost to shield himself from the accusatory numbersâ, throwing away his not empty cup and going to the sink to wash off the stickiness from the coffee that spilled on the sides.
The second oldest man mustered a shrug, taking a cup from the water cooler and pouring some in to get rid of that coffee taste on his tongue. Bitter coffee taste, the one lacing Mark. âI mean, I canât say no to her⌠if sheâs busy and canât run an errand she asks me to run it for her and in return she bakes me a cheesecake. We all win!â Johnny smiles at Jaehyun at the mention of the desert and his unconvincing naivety.
Mark didnât speak, his mouth forming an âOâ at the realization that the reason you always baked was not for you or your coworkers but for his friend. For doing something you had originally asked of him. Just in the past month you had baked six cheesecakes and all of them after you asked him for a favor that he turned down. All this time he thought you were just baking for pleasure but now he knows Jaehyun helps ease your stress. Jaehyun, not Mark.
âIâm gonna head backâŚâ Johnnyâs voice broke him out of his train of thought, the elderâs eyes adverting from his two younger friends before opening the door. Jaehyun announces that heâll follow behind, leaving Mark to his own thoughts for just a second.
One could call that the start of his demise. If anything Mark wouldâve been better off knowing you did everything on your own but now he felt an unjust slight resentment that you ran to one of his friends. Guilt, if you will, for his own faults.
He didnât let the thought go the entire day and it didnât become better once you had arrived back home with groceries and his suit in hand. Worse off, he saw you struggle with the heavy items but he made no effort to help, rather analyzed the components in your hands. Contrary to you, upon seeing him, a warm smile spreads on your face. Putting everything down and going up to him to envelope him in an embrace and a tender kiss.
âHiâŚâ your breathy voice showing obvious signs of agitation.Â
âHey⌠why are you so late?â He questions, accusatory for something heâs not sure what heâs looking for yet; a minute frown as he looks through the contents of your grocery totes. Cream cheese, graham cracker, sweet condensed milk⌠a pit in his stomach formed, a growing feeling of confusion followed.
âAnother cheesecake?â He questions, taking out the items and starting to put them away. To say you were taken aback was an understatement, your chest swole and you felt some relief seeing he was actually helping. You nod, holding onto the back of a chair to catch yourself. Mark hums, turning to look at you. Upon seeing how sunken and dull you were looking, his expression turned to one of concern.
âHave you eaten?â Mark asks, his hand reaching to caress your cheek. âYeah! We had a dinner party for Venetiaâs leave.â âI told you about it..â you want to add. No matter, you knew it was futile with how he hums in response. It was true about the dinner part but you hadnât eaten there, Jungwoo and you had decided to blow it off and go to a soup bowl restaurant instead.
He hums again, putting away all the other groceries and leaving just the cheesecake items. âSeventh cheesecake this month isnât it?âÂ
His piqued interest sounded hostile and cold, eradicating any sense of relief that he cared. âYeah, why not?â Responding with a smile and knitted eyebrows, Mark didnât add more. In turn, he took his items from the living room to the bedroom, opting to continue working there.Â
Looking at the empty spot he left, a sigh left your lips before continuing to fulfill your part of the deal with Jaehyun. You didnât know if the sigh was from relief or grief. Regardless, his care was too good to be true.Â
The next morning he had woken to your spot on the bed empty and cold, a building resentment and loneliness starts to grow when times before he didnât feel them. Odd.Â
Giving himself a few minutes of rest time until he decided to get up and do his daily routine. By the time he had reached the table, his breakfast was covered to keep the warmth in, glowering when he noticed it was slightly warm but getting cold. A note on the side of his dishes.Â
âDecided to head early. Sorry in advance if the food gets cold. Love, y/nâ
A small heart next to your name, Mark smiles to himself. As he ate his breakfast, his concerns and the slight jealousy he had gained overnight dissipated. He felt foolish for questioning your relationship with Jaehyun. What was there for him to be jealous of? Hell, Jaehyun was taking care of the burdens he didnât want to, thatâs a win-win situation, no? Jaehyun gets his treat, you remain content, and he isnât bothered. Yeah, he can now think clearly and see thatâs fair. Nothing ever comes out of your close friend being nice and considerate of your wife, right?Â
HmmâŚ
Nevertheless, Mark shakes his head with a goofy content smile whilst he drops his dishes in the sink, passing cold water over them. You picked up his suit yesterday and today it was hanging, freshly steamed furthermore. His shoes clean and shiny by the door, food you cooked for him in his system, and overall a lovely note you wrote him. Mark knows you love him and only him, what a stupid little preoccupation yesterday was.
âDumbass.â He chuckles to himself, squeezing a plushie he had gotten you that ever since, you left on the bed, your smell on it; youâd always be near him and oh how he loved that security. Surely he has to let you know how he adores your love.
Walking towards your desk to look for whatever piece of paper, he sat on your chair, opening the drawers and searching for at least a sticky note.
Upon finding the nearest notebook, Mark pulled it out along a pen. Opening it to where he could find a clean page; he stumbled on multiple pages of frantic writing and numbers written all over. Sometimes they went down and sometimes they went up, if the number was higher than last, a large âxâ crossed it in red. He didnât think much of it, maybe something to do with work statistics?
Curiosity still got the best of him, heâs never seen you write messily. Everything youâve written has been tidy and neat, so this was interesting. Flipping through the pages, he found two lists. They read the same thing but the one on the left had more xâs whilst the one on the right had check marks, sometimes nothing.
Pick up cleaners,
fix the leak in the kitchen
pick up order from cafe 7 dream
find a new car inspection place
pick up Venetiaâs leave cake
Those were all things you had asked him to do and things he had told you he couldnât do on account of all the excuses he made. All striked through, ink bolder and fresher the more recent the task was. All those crosses were for him and he figured all the check marks were for Jaehyun.
Some of the stuff seemed too intimate for Jaehyun to do for you. Picking up the cleaners? Fix the leak? Find a car inspector?
Jaehyun had no responsibility to find any of this stuff for you but there he was doing what Mark couldnât and that jealousy he felt yesterday was back again. That meant you hadnât picked up his suit yesterday, right? It was Jaehyun who had done so and his grubby hands mustâve left oils for you to steam it again?
God, no⌠he was being irrational again!
The more he flipped through the pages, Mark read the small and longer paragraphs. Most of them written frantically and showed obvious frustration. It seemed to be completely full of vent paragraphs. You wrote down your desperations and thoughts, often seeming angry and saddened. He cared for all that but they became unreadable the more upset you became as you went on.Â
Few things that made his head pound and chest start to rip apart were how many times he read two names over and over: âJungwooâ and âJaehyunâ. You met them through him, he had brought them into your life but now he was finding that to be a mistake.Â
Ironic, isnât it? You spoke so well of them. Every paragraph regarding them was neatly written and cohesive. For the most part you were just thanking them for making your life easier.
âKeep forgetting to look for new posts, Jungwoo has been helping but he seems kinda down when he does.â
âDinner coordinator keeps bringing the same catering and itâs growing tiring, seaweed treats are hell. Thank god Jungwoo took me out instead. â 03.29.08, 22:37.â
Last nightâs date. You had told him you ate at the company dinner but instead went out with his friend and didnât think to tell him, opting to lie about it. He knew you loved him but now he was questioning if the amount was just as big as he thought.
âWonder if Jaehyun is getting tired of these favors and cheesecakes. I donât think he even finishes an entire one in a month and Iâve baked seven for him, I fear for his fridge. Itâs not as big as I thought now that he moved. Nevertheless, thank god I can count on him to actually do these favors for me.âÂ
The last part stung horribly. It didnât seem to be a jab on him from how you wrote it but he took it as such given he always did something wrong when you asked him to just so you would stop or heâd make excuses for the same reason. He now took issue with you preferring Jaehyunâs and Jungwooâs help over his.Â
He also hadnât told you Jaehyun moved apartments so there was no reason for you to know how big his fridge was. It stung more that neither of his friends told him about the close friendship they held with you, his wife.Â
The last note on the paper is what caught his attention; âLunch with Jungwoo at Cafe 7 Dream, 12:30 today.â
Itâs only 08:35 in the morning as of right now; he got dressed and put away all your stuff trying his best to make it seem like he didnât rummage through. As he buttoned up his shirt all he could think about was going to said cafe and seeing what it was all about. A part of him told him to stop being stupid, you and Jungwoo were friends too given the company you two work in, so a lunch shouldnât be bad. But he couldnât shake off this uncertainty.
His day went monotonously. From the moment he made his way out of the apartment, to his daily drive through the freeway with a clear view of a big â7,' not drinking his daily coffee with his colleagues, to now being back in the car, looking at that same â7â he sees daily while he roams for a parking spot.
Whatever was playing on the radio was static and the air around him stuffy, not even the rolled down windows being able to aid him. It was around 12:53 in the afternoon when he had arrived and parked a few spots away from the vast window of the cafe. Bringing down the sun visor, fingers strumming on the steering wheel, and his lips pursed, eyes roaming the areaâ Mark had spotted you and his friend in the outdoor section.Â
His initial jealousy wasnât present right now, he was mostly focused on the image that had never been presented to him: you were visibly upset. Throughout your six years of being together, you always remained calm and even when he spewed vile things towards you during one-sided arguments you never cracked.
Maybe thatâs why youâve lasted this long. He could say whatever he pleased and kept off his chest while you never gave him a negative reaction. For the most part whenever you didnât respond in the arguments heâd angrily walk out of the situation to go meet with his friends while he left you to scribble your feelings onto the journal he stumbled upon just today.
Your arms flailed, hands forming into claws that whenever you were spewing something that angered you, clung to your flesh, leaving dents on itâ must have been that intense if he could see those forming. Your hair was disheveled but your clothes intact besides the pantyhose you were clawing at earlier. You didnât look dull anymore but you did look on the brink of angry tears.
In contrast to you, Jungwoo leaned back on his metal chair, hair kept well combed, suit intact and ironed, with a shit eating grin on his face as he nodded with everything you said. His words were slow, helping Mark in reading his lips and only being able to read just that sentence: âLet it all out, you donât deserve this.â Every time he said those words, youâd slump over the table, head resting on your hands and nodding to yourself.
The perplexed expression on Markâs face never left. His eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, leaning in against his wheel as if any of that would help him listen to the conversation. It worsened when Jungwoo took a small box from his pocket, handing it to you in which youâd give him an apologetic smile for ranting to him while also being thankful.
He didn't understand where all this came from. You have always been so calm, never letting things affect you let alone smoke. Hell, you're the reason he stopped smoking but here you were doing what he used to do with his friend.
At this moment he didnât understand why he had rushedly gotten out of his car and inside the building. All the courage he mustered to go inside dying whenever he saw the both of you stand up from the table after paying.
His heart was palpitating in horror. He couldnât excuse why he was there this time, he told you he didnât know where this place was so it would only worsen your already horrible mood. Not to mention, he had nothing to say. How would he start the conversation? âI know Iâve lied to you about this place but what the fuck is your deal with Jungwoo and Jaehyun? Whatâs your journal all about?â No, he canât let you know heâs been snooping, let alone have you think heâs jealous.
Mark could only follow behind a group of people walking to the counter, hiding amongst them and hoping you stayed enthralled in your conversation to not notice him. At least he was thankful he could finally hear the conversation but that dissipated the moment he heard Jungwooâs voice.
âIf you keep pushing away and shutting off your frustrations with him this wonât end well. You canât just conform to keep him with you and let him do all heâs doing. You canât let him act the way he does and hope he changes without asking. You know what my grandma would say? If you donât speak, God wonât hear you. And heâs not hearing you. Are you not miserable in the relationship?â
It stung. It painfully stung deeply in his heart that he truly felt he was having a heart attack right now, cardiac arrestâ whichever. It sounded oddly familiar.
âMark says, 'If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.â So which is it?â Jungwoo laughs, shrugging. âSeems God canât make up his mind or he's fucking with us just because he can.â
Sadly for the both of you this was only the start of your demise. As for the following weeks, Mark had begun to dig deeper into this madness he was slowly learning he had created. Every time he was home alone, Mark began to read the notebook he had found. Your writing didnât become any less incomprehensible but he was starting to learn what certain loops meant.
He wouldnât say your writings were enjoyable, rather more concerning than anything but this is the closest heâll get to truly knowing you. It still baffles him that after six years of being together, you were capable of hiding this much from him. The only time he could recall you actually being mad was the time both of you crossed paths with one of his childhood friends.
The atmosphere turned hostile and tense as the older male reprimanded him for not inviting them to his wedding to which Mark said he did, he even gave his mother the invitation directly to give to them. The look the two shared had made your insides churn, in that instance you wanted to cut your own chest to relieve that sting within.
You could handle a lingering look and his friends' questioning remarks whenever speaking to you, but what killed you was that it took him a week to regain his dignity after he bid him goodbye with a kiss to his cheek. The words: âThey long to see you.â Cascading from his lips, but Mark smiles tenderly and awkwardly.
Mark only recalls you giving him blank stares and taking a while to answer him, conversations non-existent unless he started them. But Jungwoo got to see you tear your desk down, shred paper after paper, and cry in agony at the same time that entire week, knowing well what the older man had meant, you werenât stupid after all, heâs not the only one whoâs read someoneâs secret stash of letters.Â
Thatâs the only time he thinks youâve been mad at him or resentful enough. If only he knew how many fits Jungwoo has experienced and cleaned. But while you might not be foreign to an empty bed, Mark was. When he felt your side of the bed still neatly made and the duvet cold, a sense of fear made him shoot up.Â
He had gotten home before you that day once again, trusting that Jungwoo was giving you a ride not long after he arrived like always. After a few hours of working on some data and analysis to the point of not being able to eat the dinner you had woken up early to cook for him. Mark had decided to rest for a while not thinking of taking a nap until his eyelids feel heavy and his slumber commenced.
That was around 6:43pm, now itâs midnight with no signs of you in the bedroom and if he knew anything from those six months of living with a married coupleâ one of the spouses was up to something.
Thatâs where his fear rose and his chest started to constrain his breathing. You would never do anything to hurt him, right? Mark knew you loved him. Yes, you love him, youâd never do anything of the style. You're not her.
You're not her...
Opening the bedroom door with such force; he startled you, jumping once the doorknob slammed against the wall. His fears dissipated the instance his eyes laid on your sitting figure. Crouched over your desk with a pen on hand and arm covering the pages of that same notebook. While he was relieved to see you, now he was worried of what else you could add to wreck his nerves.
âWhen did you get home?â His raspy voice questions. You shrug, taking his presence, closing the notebook and shoving it into one of your desk drawers.Â
âMaybe an hour ago? Jungwoo got quite drunk so Jaehyun took a while to pick us up.âÂ
Mark knew what jealousy felt like, heâs experienced it in the most hateful way and over all these years he trusted you enough to never feel this strongly ever again but his friends were starting to test his patience. It may be subconscious and a self inflicted fear but Mark knows what friends can do.Â
âYou didnât say you were going out with Jungwoo.â That pitch of irritation laced his tongue, every word getting louder the more he shook his slumber away. His eyebrows furrowed unconsciously. He really didnât want to have any reaction but he canât reap what he sows.
Mark always started like this when an argument would ensue. You could handle his vile words and reproaches but you had a presentation tomorrow and the last thing you needed was for him to treat you like shit at midnight. Youâve had enough of your supervisor for that.Â
âCompany dinner meeting, Mark⌠I told you about the presentations.â Your voice was betraying you with how whiny it came out. But could anyone blame you? You had been ecstatically talking about this for almost a month, even Johnny knew about it. It just seems the man you married couldnât be bothered enough to remember.Â
Mark tried his hardest to pick at his brain and recollect the memories of you telling him. It was of no help that you hadnât written about it in your journal either. All he had left was to deflect.Â
âYou couldâve called me to pick you up, though? Why did you have to call Jaehyun?âÂ
âWould you have gone? You've been sound asleep the while I've been here.â
Your tone took him aback, this was the first time he could hear some attitude and mocking in your voice. He didnât know whether to be happy that for once you spoke to him like this or angry that the mention of Jaehyun was eliciting this response, almost as if youâre defending him.
Noticing the look of confusion on his face, you retracted any possibility of continuing this ensuing argument. Just like him, youâll avoid any further action.
âGo back to bed, love. Iâll be there in a bit.â
He didnât listen, just sunk his feet deeper into the tile, processing the whiplash of your actions. On the contrary, you walked past him to the bathroom, forgetting to turn off the stereo system, hoping your nightly ritual would help you not think about these happenings. Him? Heâll sulk like he is not at fault.
âOh, I think youâre holding the heart of mine. Squeeze it apart, that's fineâŚâ The melody mocks and lulls him goodnight.Â
A similar situation happened days later. The days building up to that night, you hadnât asked him for any favors. Times before heâd be glad but now he grew weary. The only outlier was that you werenât baking, so had the rewards gone further than sweet treats? How far could you go?
No! Stop! Mark knows youâd never do anything like that, youâre not her, thatâs a huge reason he fell for and married you. You arâ were perfect.
But then, why havenât you asked anything of him yet? Was it truly futile now?
Deja vu hit, the bed was cold beside his own spot, your plushie thrown to the floor (the only difference), no sign of you, but the second he swung the door open, there you were. Sitting mindlessly on your desk, scribbling things he couldnât see but knew he would struggle to understand later. He approached slowly, the only light source the lamp before you.
âWhat are you doing?â His voice is curious and soft in comparison to last time. You shrug like before, scribbling. âNothing.â Precise yet somehow cold. No matter how much closer he got, by only a step, you shut the journal, throwing it in your drawer and turning the lamp off. He didnât know how to take it, your actions swift and nonchalant but regardless you still made the effort to kiss him goodnight on the way to complete your night routine.Â
01:48 read the stereo system. Mark hums, this nightâs song mocking him again while his eyes look into the darkness and curves of your desk, directly at the drawer that held all your grievances. He contemplates it but itâs no use tonight.
âI love him so much, it just turns to hate. I fake it so real, I am beyond fake. And someday you will ache like I ache.â He chuckles, turning it off.
The next day was enough. You had left before him again, no reason as to why either but later he had learnt that Jaehyun had gotten into the office late with a Cafe 7 Dream drink in hand and not bought by Johnny.
He had taken your absence as an opportunity, looking at the positioning of things in your desk carefully to remember how heâd put everything back. Slowly but surely, he took the journal out, opening it to the new pages.
With the journal in hand, he steps into the kitchen, sitting on the dining table where his warm food rested. Warm enough to let him know you left not long ago. Effortlessly, he uncovers it, sliding the plates towards him and standing up to get a drink. The ice-cold water pitcher sat in front of him and he began his tasks.
âGuilt floods me every time I ask Jaehyun and Jungwoo for favors. Is this excessive? Poor Jaehyun looks so tired, I think I have to ease it. He may claim itâs fine but how much cheesecake or danishes can someone eat without feeling the weight of burden grow as fat around his muscles?â
âWhat a way with words,â Mark scoffs to himself, accidentally biting the inside of his cheek, his teeth scolding him.
âJungwoo on the other hand is probably exhausted from my complaining. I see this as my karma for all the times I told friends to leave their bummy boyfriends. I get it now. This feeling is too strong. I can't just end it, I think⌠Regardless, I do need to stop with the favors, hell theyâre easy so I can do them but itâs nice to not hear them complain or make excuses instantly. Thatâs selfish of me but I deserve some self indulgence from time to time. No⌠not at their expense at least...â
00:59 at the time you began writing that.
He didnât like that. Heâs read enough for the past few weeks but nothing like this. The bummy part even less.
He wonât deny that he wished your food got stuck in his throat and suffocated him so he can drop dead with your journal in hand and true guilt arises in you when you find his body but thatâs not him, thatâs his jealousy and anger speaking. Maybe he was getting influenced by your entries, this is something you would say just not to him.
Mark scoffs again, sighing heavily, and pushing his chair to get out. He leaves the food uncovered and dishes dirty to complete his morning routine. Despite his anger he puts back your journal not counting on the wet back from the water pitcher but flaws are meant to happen when youâre letting frustration blind you.Â
The day went in a blur from then until lunch. Snapped out of his trance by Johnny shaking his shoulder and their manager next to the taller man, Mark gave the two a fish out of the water look. One that made his manager pinch the bridge of his nose but shook it off while Johnny on the other hand gave him a questioning look. The man wasnât stupid, he could see how distant Mark had been and at most kept to himself despite trying to act like everything is fine and bond with him and Jaehyun, but heâs not that great at covering the heart on his sleeve.
âHere, take the intern with you and ask for the lunch platter at Cafe 7 Dream, the meeting is in less than an hour and we still arenât prepared.â The manager rushedly spoke, handing him his credit card, the gray hairs on his side seemingly growing with every word he spoke. It was a large investment meeting and he needed to secure this but he had been so careless that their hospitality was a wreck.Â
Nevertheless, Mark agreed, the new intern standing behind the other two men that he hadnât noticed her until she popped out, startling him a bit. She was young and timid, he hadnât heard her speak but that little jump she caused him made her laugh apologetically.Â
Thatâs the most verbal communication they had through the ride to the cafe. The radio was adamant on playing TVXQ and she enjoyed it while he focused more on the sounds the tires made and the honking from outside. Even when they arrived at the cafe they didnât speak, if anything their expression said it all. He seemed tired and uninterested while she was indifferent with only polite smiles to her senior.
Crossing the threshold of the first doors, a familiar figure stops in front of him much to the otherâs confusion when his indifference turns into a content smile. No matter how frustrated he was with what he had read, an inkling in him will always remind him of the affection he has for you. âY/n, hi!â He exclaims, turning to you a hand reaching for your shoulder. Youâre not too sure how genuine his giddiness is but in the moment for Mark, itâs the most sincere thing ever, more than you have ever been.
Itâs not enough to convince you though, with your eyes flitting between him and the intern as he kisses your cheek and the other stands awkwardly behind only flashing you a quick greeting smile before looking around.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your voice broke the interactions, a hint of annoyance and to an extent accusatory over something that you havenât voiced, turning to her again before looking back at him. The young girl wasnât quite sure of how you felt but knew it was a safer bet to go order before their boss called, clenching his ass from how fast time went and he didnât have things ready.
Clearing her throat, âIâm going to go order⌠The card?â She extends both hands, Mark takes out their managerâs card and hands it to her who bolts to the register. It doesnât take Mark long to turn to you, smile slowly faltering, seeing your stare. Unsure if itâs a glare or if thatâs how you look at someone when no longer adoring.
âManager sent us to get something for a meeting.â He brings his smile back, hoping that would help. Yet, you hum and thatâs all he gets. It takes a few seconds until your mouth, like a fountain, unexpectedly spouts something. âIâve asked you to get things for me from here but you always say you donât know where this place is.â A soft huff leaves you while forcing a smile. You can feel warmth rush from your skull down to your feet. Itâs not pleasant, at all, but you canât lose your cool right now. Not in front of him.
Perhaps if this had happened before reading your entries, Mark would have dismissed it but now he was growing knowledge of your behavioral cues and he can see your hands go behind your back, allowing your nails to cling onto your bare skin.
He musters a sigh and looks at his watch, the meeting was near. âWe can talk about this later, pretty girl.â His hand reaches your arm to stop you although he makes sure to not let you know he knows about your little habit.
You shake your head, smiling up at him and going in for a kiss. âNo, itâs cool, itâs fine. I justâ donât worry about it. Iâll see you later at home, okay? Okay.â You didnât wait for a response and habits donât die so he found it preferable to drop it. At least heâll probably read about it in your journal soon and not have you complain in his ear.
Of course youâre not going to be in his ear when youâre on your phone frantically typing something and soon putting it to your own. Seems youâll be blowing someone elseâs ear off and itâs likely the poor loser will be Jungwoo. With every motion, flailing arm, and facial contortionâ Mark knew enough of how this little thing made you feel and all he could react with was a grunt.
On weekends, by the time he began to rustle in bed and stretch, heâd be greeted with kisses and tight embraces. They often made him giggle but this weekend was much different. Once again, he woke up with the plush on the floor, a cold bed, and the window closed with only the racket outside the bedroom door. Everything was muffled but if thereâs something he identified was the smell of food being made and those two laughs heâs known very well for quite a while now.
With some surprise, he jolts up. His body aches from the lack of stretching but his feet donât care and drag him out of bed. Opening the door heâs met with Jungwoo and Jaehyun bickering about how heavy the couch was, soon to shift their attention to the movie that had been playing through broadcast TV. On the other hand he turned to look at you taking out things from a cabinet, Jungwoo rushing to help, a screwdriver in hand as he inspected the doorâ it creaked.
âMorningâŚâ He greets, stretching a bit and hiding his yawn behind his arm. You make way towards him but the other two were quicker, taking his hand and continuing their greeting-shake. By the time you reach him, he kisses the top of your head, your arms around his torso in a hug like they shouldâve been when he woke up. Jaehyun and Jungwoo throw each other a glance, one you both miss but that they mask with their teasing towards Mark.
âMorning? Itâs nearly two.â Jaehyun begins, âCan you blame him? What does he have to do on a lovely Saturday?â Jungwoo continued but it came out rather bitter despite trying to be playful. Mark manages to laugh just like the rest of you, it doesnât change the warning look you throw at Jungwoo who ignores it while removing the cabinet door, showing more chipped parts to it.
âCan you help me find something, then?â Mark dismisses the other two, looking directly down at you. Without hesitating you nod, walking to the room with him, your grasp on his torso not falling, rewarded with a tender smile of his. Unbeknownst to you two, the other pair give each other a glance again, although this time it lingers on each other. Disappointment and exhaustion painting itself on their features before going back to the favors.
The wooden door shut behind you two, Mark makes way to the restroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, leaving you situated on the bed and confused. âWhat are we looking for?â You question with some excitement as if this was a task you truly wanted when making him happy was enough.
âWhy didnât you tell me they were coming?â He finally speaks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, hair strands damp. âTheyâre just fixing some stuff.â You ease softly, smiling up at him as he stares at you.Â
His hand perched on your shoulders, pushing you down on the mattress and met with a surprised squeaking giggle that he shut immediately with a kiss. Those same hands wrapped around your body pulling you flush against him as his tongue works against your own.
Lips became slick by the moment but he felt so much pour into that kiss. So much longing and desire. A mixture of lust and guilt and that balance may be why he felt the need to keep you here in this room with him and not out there with those vultures.
Possession is the word heâs looking for.
His hands began a journey down your body, feeling every curve until they rested on your hips. Inching closer to the hem of your shorts, teasing their entrance under. It was enough for you to gasp quietly, feeling his cold damp fingers while he kissed you, smiling into it. He swallowed every word and protest before you could even spew them.Â
Your own hands on his hair, lips submissive to his. A moan when you feel his digits fully in between your legs. You shake your head but not in protest but rather of how much you needed his touch. âSay somethingâŚâ He whispers against your lips, no smile on his face. âPleaseâŚâ You beg, his fingers making slow circles to not hurt you but enough to get you to lubricate and use that instead.
The scene was greedy and lustful but ultimately, he was reminded of those two out there and the reason as to why they were present lingered. Was the couch and cabinet door that important that you had to call the little crew? No matter how displayed you are for him, with your hands holding onto him, lips kissing his own, and legs open for his own dispositionâ Mark was still aggravated.
Softly he pulled away from you, caressing your face with his free hand while his fingers went to work. âWhy didnât you ask me to help instead of them?â He tries to seem soft spoken like his caresses but those become rougher the more he speaks. âWould you have done it?â There he knew how much little faith you had on him and the scene from a while back repeats.
âIâd go to the end of the world for you, Y/n.â Mark confesses into the kiss, neither of you too sure how truthful that was. His fingers make their entrance into you, slowly moving to elicit a response. Your body ran hot, his clothed figure above you, silently begging for you to at least believe a fraction of what he said. Those pleading and mopping eyes as he pumped his ring and middle finger, increasing the pace.
You believe me like a God,
âYouâre being so cruel.â You want to tell him, to engrave it in his brain but it instead came out as a pleased disgruntled moan, one he took as accepting his lies. Mark smiles, head tilting to the side before lowering it to begin kissing your chest. Tongue lapping on the dents your collarbones create, whispering his ailments in them to the point of flooding and creating lakes that flowed down to your perked nipples after unbuttoning your blouse. His tongue, scorching and velvet against them. Granted was a jolt and a gasp when you felt his mouth wrap around one, biting softly to soon suction on the tit.
Iâll destroy you like I am.
Teeth grace your goosebump filled skin, kissing where his teeth left razor marks. Threatening crimson to spill only to be a false alarm, lingering pain and pleasure was all that was intended to reside. His fingers slowed the pace, blunt thrusts per second that left an ache between your legs when his palm came in contact with your outer skin, but oh how good it felt when his fingers hit your sweet spot. It doesnât help that by this point he had inserted a third finger, the stretch causing so much more need within you.
His mouth travels up the path he created after years of savoring your body. Tongue feeding the dried stream, cool when its source disappeared to carve marks on your neck. It was so juvenile but he wanted you to go out of that room with some swelling for those two to see. Eliciting another moan from you, Markâs free hand softly comes up to your mouth, covering and sealing it with shushes against your ear.
âDo you want them to know what weâre doing?â He whispers in the same location, you shake your head fervently, feeling hazy and growing even more needy. âGood girl.â He grins, removing his hand to hold your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. His teeth gracing your lower lip, softly nipping it to soon ease the pain heâs caused with his tongueâ as he always does.
His fingers kept working their magic between your legs despite the constriction of your shorts, his wedding band no longer feeling cold inside of you but the fact that he didnât think about removing it made you feel more aroused. To feel that metal piece unite you besides legality but through flesh and body.
Mark must have felt your growing arousal, especially with how much easier it was to ease his fingers within you. The clamping of your walls, more of a clue. In this instance he wanted to be cruel, and he attempted so. His hand stopped moving, rapidly getting out of your shorts and causing a desperate groan to leave your lips, legs quivering from the abrupt halt.
Just as he was going to cause a drought to the land of your skin and mouth, your hands took a hold of his body. Wrapping around his shoulders to hold him near, causing him to stumble slightly but not to topple over you; able to hold himself up. He wonât deny that knocked the wind out of him to a degree, feeling like in any instant he could have crushed you but pride and satisfaction soon filled him.
âPlease, Mark⌠letâs finish at least.â You beg, your voice drunk off of his touch and whiny from how long it had been since you received anything from him. âYeah? You want that?â He questions, making fun of you with that smug grin on his face, remaining features feigning compassion. He smiles at your desperate nod, mimicking the motion when he laughs quietly, kissing you again.Â
Swallowing every single one of your silent moans that he told you to keep quiet to not let those two outside know what he was doing to you. Thing is, he did want them to know, he wanted them to see how fucked you will look once he is done with you. He wants them to see how your legs spasm when trying to walk and see how marked and irritated your neck is. Heâs simply making fun of you right now and youâre falling for it because you will be anything he wants. Even a fool.
His hand slowly slides off your shorts and panties, caressing your warm legs in the process. His once calloused fingers from his creative days that he left behind now soft and tender. You held his face in between your own hands, making sure he never kept too much distance between your lips, that fresh taste of mint still lingers on his tongue.
âBut do you deserve it?â Mark immediately stops his caressing and kissing, the words echoing in the cavern of your mouth, you swallow them. His gaze is cold but curious, scanning your own for a response, a witty one.
In this instance he tries to remove his touch from you, your grip on him despite how his knee teases its clothed friction against your exposed and destitute clit. He had been denying you an orgasm for the past fifteen minutes, depriving the other two from knowing what was going on but Mark didnât care, he was luxuriating in this.
âYouâre being so cruel.â You finally say the words that had been covering the walls of your brain and heart. Needy yet angry tears prickling the corner of your closed eyes. It wasnât just lust but the fact that he was playing dirty when youâre so vulnerable and in dire need of getting something from him. For once.
âYou think so?â His knee stops, eyebrow quirking, shit-eating grin falling. You nod, a pout forming, making things worse. âDid you really have to cry now?â He asks himself, huffing as he shakes his head, pulling down his sleeping shorts.
âYou jump to conclusions so quickly, it's always such a shame.â He doesnât dare look directly at your face as he speaks this, knowing that the constraint and squeeze of your heart was showing. No, instead youâre met with the warm feeling of his spit falling off his tongue onto your cunt, some on the tip of his cock.
To be given something forced you to shut your eyes, a moan of relief enclosed within the four walls of the bedroom you shared with him. It became louder when you felt the intrusion of his dick within your walls, his mouth covering yours to drown those sounds. He likes to cherish these sounds for his own entertainment.
He gives you a few seconds to adjust to him, the girth feeling foreign despite how familiar you are with every inch and crevice of his body. Slowly, he picks up the pace, raising your leg to prop it beside him. âSee how things turn out when youâre patient?â He asks, searching for your eyes but theyâre shut.
The most he gains are pleasured moans in the crook of his neck. Mark canât figure out how satisfied he is with that answer, so his hand opts to slap the inside of thigh, causing you to whine but reward it with kisses to his neck.
To be fair you didnât think this could last long. Not when you abstain from self gratification, knowing that only he can bring you to an orgasm and given itâs been a while since you two slept together, an orgasm was long overdue. The friction of his pelvis on your clit while he thrusted was not helping. Just feeling that extra sense of overstimulation while his shaft filled every nook and cranny of your cunt, feeling his length bulge in your stomach.
Holding your body to his, your face buried in his neck begging him to please let you come. The hand beneath you pushing you flush against his own body. If it wasnât for his shirt as of now, heâd be more vocal with how well youâre both feeling his cock go in and out of you. For now heâs relying on his sweet words, worshiping how well youâre taking him.
Specifically: âFeel how perfectly you were meant for me, pretty girl?â He grabs your hand holding his shoulder, pressing it against your stomach and for some reason that makes you feel like you could come any second now, begging him silently to let you. To please grant you this one thing.
âFuck, Mark⌠just give me this, pleaseâŚâ You cry out, eyes screwed shut, lashes wet from pained and pleasured tears. You felt it in your core, you felt how bad your body clamored for some release.
âHow bad do you want it?â He asks, his own words struggling to come out unlike the pre-come lining your walls. âAs much as you.â You claim, fingernails clinging to his skin, a shallow groan leaving him. He likes to know how much you need him and if you were going to the lengths of hurting him to leave your message, so be it.
With every thrust, your nails dig deeper into his shoulder blades, sliding down his back. Whether he was picking up masochism or basked in the pleasure of the sadism he inflicted, Mark felt it. He felt how he gave out before you. Spurts of come followed with desperate deep moans that you swallowed in dire need of your own release.
But he was cruel. Very fucking cruel that the second that he stopped spasming and decorating your walls, his actions halt. For a few seconds he holds his position, head on your chest trying to relax his body full of adrenaline. If he was to look at you, he knew your face would beg him for your own release.
After a minute or two he pulls away slowly, taking his shirt off and reaching for the wipes inside his night stand. He warms them with his breath, moving them around to disperse the heat, only to lay them flat between your legs to clean off anything that fell out (although not much), propping your legs up and laying some pillows behind your back so you could rest for now.
Tongue poking his cheek before sighing and turning his back to you. âThatâs cruel.â He didnât say anything furthermore, his voice harsh and cold. Locking the bathroom door behind him and leaving you sprawled on the bed, arousal immediately terminated and the only feeling was of regret for saying what you did and letting things go this far. You couldnât cry either, the other two would probably cut you off this time for good. So youâll deny your body from letting out its emotions again. Afterall, Mark has made you be so resilient in that aspect.
Jungwooâs and Jaehyunâs tasks were complete by the time Mark had gotten out of the shower, lunch too. The entire time underwater he spent it beating himself for the decisions heâs made to let things go this way. A month ago he was content thinking his wife loved him despite his flaws but Jaehyunâs big mouth made him unravel slowly that he was doing more harm than building an eternal home. Mark was resentful, heâs not going to deny that. He hated how quickly theatrics and how easy things he saw as fine can fall.
It stung more that you were laughing uncontrollably with the other two, seemingly neither had anything to mention of the marks on your neck or the completely different outfit you have in comparison to the shorts and blouse from earlier. Hell, Jaehyun is sitting in his chair rubbing salt on the wound and you are not saying anything upon noticing Mark; it sucked the life out of him. A slug in a bath of salt.
âSit, Iâll fix your plate.â You smile at him as if nothing had happened in the four walls of the bedroom, your conformity noticeable. By this point he had taken the cold seat he was unfamiliar with. Sitting across from you was not something he was accustomed to, not in his own home at least, but here he was, watching two men who actually do drop everything for you. Two men that were his friends first, cracking jokes just to make you smile and laugh at which you did, enough to hunch over, something you haven't done with him in a while.Â
Mark had blocked out the conversation completely, watching your moves and theirs. Your facial expressions and where your hands landed from time to time. That deafness fell when you placed the plate before him. The presentation made it obvious that others had gotten to your food before him. The mixture of ingredients painting the canvas of his plate faster than prior times when he was the first to cut through the masterpiece of your dishes. This time it was tampered and by the looks of Jaehyunâs still neatly moved around plate, he was the one to break through first.
Throughout lunch Mark tried his best to not speak, only replying when spoken to or agreeing in some sense. Things got worse when your cell phone kept buzzing and buzzing uncontrollably on the kitchen counter that made the other two give each other a glance, this time, not gone unnoticed by him and piquing his interest further.
The incessant buzzing continues, enough that Jungwoo sighs before lolling his head to give you a weird look. âIs it that dick?â Â
âOh?â Mark thinks to himself, an eyebrow raising as he begins to chew slower. Your glare towards Jungwoo to hush him is futile when Jaehyun joins. âHavenât you told him to stop bothering you after work?â He sounded angry, the type of rage Mark should have, not Jaehyun. In his mind: Jealousy and that made his feelings worse.
How selfish.
âWhat dick? What are you guys on about?â Mark was so annoyed and frustrated at this point that venom laced every single one of his words, spraying it as he flayed his hands. Your silence made it worse, more painful was that you did so while Jaehyun and Jungwoo took it upon themselves to explain. The two, immensely tired of you not saying anything, of not speaking up.
Jungwoo goes first, he knows, they work together for Christâs sake. âWhatâs his name? Ah, whatever⌠Y/nâs floor colleague has been bothering her for a while, you should know.â He frustratedly shakes his head, fork digging into his plate without noticing the look Mark throws at you. âYeahâŚâ He mutters, eyes never leaving you, all knowing heâs lying and upset.
âYou should really report him, Y/n-ie.â Jaehyun breaks through, forcing Markâs neck to snap and look at him. He was just making things worse because all Mark could feel was his lunch rapidly collecting in his throat. Cutlery dropping from his hands.
âY/n-ieâ?! What an insolent fuck! Thatâs what Mark thought of Jaehyun. How dare he use a diminutive for you? Who the fuck did he think he was? Not even he, Mark, your husband called you that. What a fucking asshole.
How selfish.
A coward too, he wouldnât know how to react either way. Instead he revels in your words as a distraction. âMy boss seems to like him a lot. The only one getting in trouble would be me.â You sigh, fork moving food around. Mark looked between you and your actions, you noticed him, that you took a few bites to make him stop.
âWhy donât you apply to where we work?â He suggests, chewing what was on his fork, now using it to point between him and Jaehyun. Foolish to not grasp yet how that would mean seeing Jaehyun more and having it rub in his face that even under the same roof youâll run to him for favors.
You liked the idea, it was easy to notice how much you perked up at the fact that he suggested being together 24/7 no matter the different departments.
Jungwoo had other plans, âThen youâd leave me alone.â He pouts childishly. On other occasions heâd laugh too and call him cute but he doesnât think he can see Jungwoo as fondly as before. âMove to my floor instead.â He continues to test the waters but is met with a kind giggle and shrug from you.
The afternoon transpired with finishing lunch. Jaehyun had insisted on cleaning the dishes while Jungwoo the pots. Mark on the other hand sat on the couch, eyes often stealing glances on how you interacted with the other two. If you tried to clean, theyâd reject the idea and tell you to just go sit and do what Mark is doing: nothing; an obvious jab.Â
Ending their visit with discussing the kick-back Johnny was hosting at his place in a few weeks. Something about the Champions or US Open? Youâre not sure. You were growing more worried about Mark, that you ended up telling whoever to just text you the deets. They smiled with a nod⌠and a kiss to your cheek as a goodbye while waving to Mark who perked at the scene. He felt his eyes warm and heavy. Not sure if they were tears beginning to form from jealousy or insecurity.Â
You throw him an acknowledging smile while making your way to the bedroom. He stood up, leaving the TV on to follow behind. Before you could open the closet door to fetch something to sleep in, you feel his arms wrap around you. There was desperation to his grab, his hold was rough. Your back hit his chest, feeling his exasperated breath on your neck. Soft kisses at first but nipping soon after to leave his name all over you again, claiming you since it seemed like the others werenât being repelled.
âMark?âŚâ You call out, his hands knead your skin. âWhy didnât you tell me?⌠Why did you keepââ âeverythingâ he wanted to say, âthat from me?âÂ
âCome onââ you intend to plead but heâs not letting it go. âWhy?!â He asks exasperatedly against your face while he leaves wet kisses on the skin, pleadingly. âI didnât want to burden you.â You confess, a whine at the harsh grasp.
âYouâre my wife! I need to know these types of things, Y/n. You canât just keep things from me, how can we be good toâ how can it be good for us?â He exclaims; angry and wailing all at once.
âHow can we be good together like this?â He wanted to say, biting his tongue to not tell truths while sober. Mark didnât know what it was, but it hurt. He had been thinking about this for weeks. How to ask you overall about the things youâve hidden from him but now that he has the chance to bring it up, he canât help but feel resentful and pained.Â
Why did you trust Jaehyun and Jungwoo more than him? Heâs your husband.
He expected that once married, loyalty would be granted to him no matter what, one way or another. Just like she had granted it to Donghyuck despite how flawed their marital logic was.
Sure, he made things worse but would the universe be cruel enough for him to be in Hyuckâs shoes years later? He deserved it, he knew, something at least, but that ill side of himâ what he had learned from her plagues him and demands you to love him unconditionally. To do things on your own without the help of others even when heâs the one to deny you any aid, when heâs at fault.
Mark is miserable and he expects you to be so too⌠even more than you already are.
Misery loves company.
His hands stopped their harsh kneading, turning you around to look at him. His tired and weary eyes looked straight into yours. But while he felt resentful and confused, you felt odd. Why was he acting like he cared all of the sudden? It was strange and while you appreciated it to an extent, you also hated it.
You werenât used to it at least, and you werenât sure if this act would last. You donât want to admit it but that voice hidden in the vault of your heart loathes him more than anything.
âOkayâŚâ You nod. âIâm sorry. Iâll tell you things more often, yeah?âÂ
âPleaseâŚâ
You nod and he nods, pleadingly; heâs not content and neither are you.Â
After that discussion, the day transpired as if nothing had happened. He had returned to the living room leaving you to do whatever while he kept his distance. Only answering with hums and nods whenever you come out of the room.
Did you mind? No, it was so normalized it didnât make you angry anymore. You actually felt like things were back to normal and this was sufficient enough. Mark on the other hand tried everything to ignore how he felt or regulate those emotions since he wasnât too sure who he was mad with.Â
By the time he had figured he was over it, you had fallen asleep alone like all those times he did weeks prior. A warmth filled his chest at the thought. An inkling telling him to wake up before you do the following day just to leave that dissatisfaction you had left in him, not accounting with how disappointed you were with him already that it wouldnât affect you in the slightest.
He wouldnât do it, though. Not because he cared enough, but because he wasnât planning on waking up early to be petty. What he will do is go back to the living room and let his fingers roam like Thing until those crumpled and messy pages sat on his lap and he laid on the couch, stereo system on.
Instantly heâs met with those familiar sharp corners and loops. Numbers, increasing and decreasing significantly. The larger ones bold from rage, the decreasing one's neatly written with smiley faces next to them. He still couldnât figure out what they meant but he surely enjoyed the recipes you kept adding to the journal and the doodles of how they turned out. Although, he felt that they lacked so much substance.
All of these felt either welcoming or asked that he be eradicated from this earth for the way heâs breaching your privacy, acting like an over controlling strict father despite being your husband. Almost like his dad, but donât tell him that or heâll throw a fit. For having lived so many lives, he's surely turning into the worst version of himself.
Through more flipping to see if he missed anything, he came across some interesting notes. All which made his stomach churn and that pride he would once feel, turned toâ well, some type of disgust and concernâŚ
âIâll do anything for him but every day Iâm going insane with tense trials. Itâs fine. If I have to go insane to stay with him I will.â
Mark sighs heavily, hands covering his face to soon slide off hoping his flesh would fall with them, groaning to himself.
Fuck, he loved you. In a fucked up way he did but how much could he endure knowing things arenât fine and dandy? Sure, his first instinct is to try and fix things but thereâs also that part that wonât let him strive for any change and itâs winning.
Change hasnât been the kindest to him in the past. Hell, itâs the reason heâs morphed into what he is now but you accept him this way. Thatâs what the incessant and pestering part of him told him to let things be and just act like he doesnât know what you truly are.
He should be glad, no? To know that you love him so much that itâs killing you. Yet, he isnât. Heâs not sure why, maybe because of his deep buried true morality but he has also grown to be selfish and he wants to relish in the glory of your love until you hit a breaking point.
For once he doesnât want to be a Bernal character and it seems this is where he is slowly breaking that patternâ albeit, he is not enjoying it either.Â
Perhaps it was the hour, his growing resentment, anger, and hurt, or he was overstimulated that caused the music in the background to tremble and clog his ears the longer he kept reading. Lists upon lists of things you had to do at work followed by entries on how much longer your hours would run every instance you paid no mind to that dick that the guys described.
Countless entries of your boss calling your attention after that asshole complains. Instances in which, despite how many pictures of Mark you put up in your cubicle, he makes an effort to make them disappear any time youâre not near. On company dinners, Jungwoo and you make it your lifeâs mission to slither away from the crowdâ to be seen but not noticed, enough to not be reprimanded when youâre miles away from danger.
âJungwoo mentions in passing every opening in his floor as an incentive to ask for a transfer. Going as far as getting letters of assistance to request my temporary time in the department. Hours to days, they have been great but not everything lasts. With just one foot back inside in my department, the entire mood shifts and itâs back to reality.â
Mark doesnât understand why his chest aches every time he reads your journal. Perhaps thereâs a moderate amount of empathy but he also feels hurt knowing youâre hiding so much from him.
Years worth of things and even if you donât say it, you make it known you hate the person he is. Mark is sure that if you weren't attached to him like you are, youâd loathe him the way you loathe everyone who has wronged you. He wonders how long it will be until your love runs out and he will finally become one of them.
He shouldnât expect it but if it happened with Donghyuck who promised to never leave him, of course it can happen with you who he has wronged just as bad as his brother, even if you do everything in your power to prove him wrong. Mark tends to bite the hand that feeds him, if he gnaws for far too long, surely there will be consequences.
03:46, a warm night in 2008⌠Aggravated and nauseous from making your suffering about himself, Mark dictates that it was enough meddling for the day. Tiresome and bleary-eyed, head thumping achingly with the music debilitating him; Mark stands up frustratedly to turn off Sinead OâConnor angrily screaming âyouâre a liarâ over and over making him forget about the journal on his lap.
The vegan leather taunts him with its loud thump against the floor, screeching as he picks it up but in the process he drops some notes. âFuck me!â He curses frantically, knowing youâll definitely know heâs been snooping when none of these end up where you originally placed them. He starts to panic, he feels his heart race dangerously, his aching head is now spinning, flipping through pages to see where he can put these in, yet in the process he stops.
âDonât beat yourself up because of him. Iâll always be on your corner and so will Jungwoo. I love you, y/n. â Jaehyunie âĄâ
I love you, y/n⌠Not âwe love youâ but âI. I love youâ.
Markâs blood runs cold, his eyes bulge. In that moment he feels his chest and heart compress, squeezing the life out of him.
This is what Markâs fears came to. He worried so much about your unconditional love becoming conditional, that the universe allowed him to see the incriminating clue that told him that sooner than later that was to happen. Right?
 âDinner on me today! NO buts! Who else can take care of you if not for Jaehyun and me?! XOXO â Snoops XD.â
The pitch black ink taunts him, questioning how recent or how old these must be. The handwriting felt juvenile with every smooth corner and small bottoms. The top of every letter felt bubbly and messy when connecting. Jaehyunâs could still be neat when messy and for some reason that bothered Mark more.
Unbeknownst to Mark, the papers were crumpling between his shaky fingers. As shaky as his breath restraining whatever he was feeling. âWho else can take care of you if not for Jaehyun and me?â Mark repeats to himself that same question for a hundred more times, each making him more angry. âWho else but her husband? Me!â He wants to yell at the top of his lungs. Drill it in the minds of everyone in your shared circle. He was capable of taking care of you!
But being capable doesnât change the fact that he didnât nor put effort into doing so.
No, Mark didnât want to think about it. He didnât want to jump into conclusions of infidelity or anything down that rabbit hole. He knew you wouldnât do it. He wants to think that, he wants to believe it. Youâre literally ruining yourself for him, so why would you do all that to throw it all away? Regardless, he canât swallow the lump in his throat.Â
He also once thought him and Hyuck would be in each otherâs lives until they died. It later turned into him believing Hyuck would fade into the shadows of this earth and not ever see him because she would be his, choosing him, but that didnât happen. In fact it was the opposite. He also didnât become the renowned artist he was in his college years with a list full of connections that left him when he fell from grace.Â
He didnât end up thriving in the studio where he was meant to start over and is now in a dead-end design engineering job because of his father and his connections, not Markâs. Did he know anything about it going in? He knew the word design but oh god how far can connections go if he landed something like that.
Even you, he met you because of his father, and the bells of the life he avoided for years rang incessantly letting him know no one can run from their faith. No matter how hard they try.
It didnât matter if he was or wasnât in Hyuckâs shoes, it only mattered that he now knew how much pain Hyuck was going through seeing his wife rejoice in the care and love of men he considered friends. That and the fact that he was making your unraveling all about himself, at least they can share that too.
He couldnât understand how you acted so peaceful and put together when during lunch heâd visit the cafes you frequented with Jungwoo and found you the same as the first time. Exasperated, vexed, and angry with a cigarette between your fingers when you two were to leave.
A chuckle on his lips remembering all the times you pestered him to quit smoking because you wanted him for many years to come. Now heâs not sure if you want to be with him as much, no matter how many times you write about it.
âYouâre still a liar, youâre still a liar, youâre still a liar!â
Monday rolled around in which Mark swore to not allow Jungwoo another lunch date with you. Furthering his selfishness and restricting your moments of relief so he could take that time up. You wouldn't mind, right? Itâs him after allâŚ
It goes to say that when he stepped through the ample threshold of your floor with a cute little bag in his hand and some drinks in the other, that confusion crossed your mind before that thought was pushed back by adoration.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask with a warm smile. You felt like a child whose parents never showed up for any activities but this one. That childish glee and relief of knowing that you are loved. âCanât pay my wife a visit?â Mark retaliates with a cheeky smile, leaning in to give you a short but sweet kiss.
You want to say it felt like when you first began dating. So sweet, tender, and soft. How he was before you married and his facade fell, showing how dependent he was. His small acts of love come through.
You want to believe it so bad that youâre willing to push back the tiny voice in your head trying to force you to question what he wanted out of you if he was willing to visit you this far.
âWell yeah,â You giggle in an effort to leave your desk. âCome, letâs go to the rooftop.â Your hand takes a hold of his wrist, pulling him along until that incessant blob of human flesh presents itself right in front of you both, blocking the way.Â
âWell look at that. Your husband, right? Didnât think youâd like the soft onesâŚâ A mocking grin slapped on his face, arms crossed against his chest. He wasnât much taller than Mark but he sure was confident to take a step closer to you both. Mark opts to carry all bags in one hand, twisting his wrist to hold your hand rather than you him.
You sigh, looking for ways to respond but Mark doesnât give you time, walking around him with you in front, ignoring any calls from him to go back for a conversation. Such an insufferable man, Mark was aware but to you, this moment, you were still treating it like one of your earlier dates. His attentiveness and courage of protecting you. You missed that Mark and any resentment from marrying him faded for now.
âThatâs him?â Mark breaks the silence, the walk to the rooftop consisting of him complaining from these few seconds they met. If he thought this much from only that timeframe, you wonder how long he would have lasted in your shoes.Â
You responded to his complaints with nods and hums, taking a seat across from him on the bistro table. He laid back on the chair relaxed, if it wasnât for his babbling one would think he wasnât really affected.
âAnd, I mean, heâs such a dick.â He groans, sitting up straight, his roll of eyes halting upon noticing you pick at one half of the sandwich.Â
Mayo wiped off, pickles on the bundle of used napkins, the turkey they touched on top of them, chunks of old avocado added to the tower. âWhat are you doing? Why are you picking at your food all of the sudden?â He leans against the table, elbows on the glass to be closer to you. In that instance, you stop your actions, looking at him through lashes before raising your head.
âMark, I don't like these. I thought you knew by nowâŚâ
Fuck.
âNo, yeah, I know. Iâm sorryâŚâ His hand leaves his chin, stretching it to hold yours. âSorry, I forgot to check the order at the cafe, I didnât want traffic to get me.â You smile at him, he smiles at you. You know heâs lying but itâs the thought that counts. âPlus, I think I came at the perfect time. Imagine I had come later and he had bothered you more?â His fingers squeeze yours, a little too hard if you say so.Â
Heâs received with a shrug. âHeâs a dick, like you said.â You giggle softly, pulling your hand away to wipe them with another napkin. âHe doesnât react like that with Jaehyun, though. Does everything to avoid him.â Your head tilts, reassembling the sandwich to presentability.Â
âJaehyun?â You gave him that same look as when he questioned you seconds earlier, except it was softer and almost incriminating. You didnât mean it in any form, more casually but after his findings, Mark canât say heâs too happy with this information.
âOh, well, when you canât bring what I ask you to, I⌠sometimes ask Jae. So, they've met beforeâŚâ Your gaze lowers, taking the other sandwich half onto your hands. âI think heâs scared of Jae, to be honest.â You giggle in attempts to break whatever tension you felt from your husband.
âJae, Jae, Jae. Christ, what a broken record.â Mark thought, an urge to roll his eyes at the mention of his coworker. For fucks sake, he was the last thing he wanted to think about or even see. The only reason he saw him today was because of work but that should be it. He shouldnât be hearing or thinking about his name here with you. Let alone hear it coming from you, his wife.
Stretching your hand towards him, you smile. âHere, eat the other half. These are huge on their own.â He took it, lunch soured by your incessant need to bring up Jaehyun and that dickhead from earlier.
Was this how he was paid? Making an effort to be a good husband just to have things be thrown in his face?
Lunch ended not too long after, he was on his own lunch break after all. It goes to say that his drop off and goodbye bid seemed lackluster in comparison to his greeting.
âUm, and donât forget to file a floor change.â He gave you a tired smile and a quick kiss. It was the last thing he said to you while fixing any pictures of you two on your desk âthree missing nowâ before heading towards the elevator.Â
Like an act of a malice-meaning demon, when reaching the twelfth floor, the doors yanked themselves open like a grand introduction to a world renowned boxer or an all-show wrestler, showcasing that smug pug-faced asshole. A silent chuckle upon placing himself next to Mark who slumped against the railing and mirror walls.
Mark greeted him with a huff, head lolling similar to his eyes. The feeling got worse when he heard him blubbering, âAt first I thought that the other guy was her boyfriend. You know, tall, dimples; suits her better.â He nods to himself, egging Markâs ringing ears.
Here they went again. Bringing Jaehyun into every conversation. Itâs made worse knowing that this idiot felt even Jaehyun could be your partner. That no matter how many images of Mark you display, to the world only Jae was good enough for you. Because heâs the only one who shows up.
âHe seems like an actual man or that guy from the floor below. The orange haired one, a little weird but he surely goes out of his way to not let me have some fun for the day.â He laughs, snorting at his abhorrence. He turns to Mark, swallowing that disgusting lump of mucus in his throat, hand itching to come in contact with Markâs smooth cheek. A pat of mockery. âSheâs doing charity work with you.âÂ
Ironic, Mark would say. Ironic that he thinks youâre doing charity work with him when this idiot was never an afterthought. The older man insists on glaring at Mark, not letting their gazes drop, seeking any response from Mark even when the elevator rings, letting them know theyâve hit the garage lobby. He felt victorious feeling as if he had struck a nerve when Mark hopped off without a peep. Only for his triumph to be shut down shortly after.
âNo wonder she has never mentioned you before. Youâre repulsive to even think about and a sorry excuse for a man.â
A disgusted scowl replaced Markâs poker face, glaring at the once mocking jackass whose face had sagged, shock turning into anger that he didnât know how to express before the doors closed, making his target disappear from view.
Mark might have felt great in the moment but things could only go worse for you. He didnât think about the consequences of his actions. He never did. He didnât think about how it would affect you at work and the repercussions you faced for the weeks to come. Mark hadnât processed he was at fault until your journal became frantic, pages with holes from how hard you wrote on them. Crumpled from the anger you couldnât express besides abusing those pages.
He didnât notice because he was indulging amongst the side notes and words highlighted with your tears about how scared you were of losing him. Your quick remarks on how you felt him pulling away or acting odd. Imploring to whichever higher being to not take him from you if that was the case. While youâre wallowing in the pits of your sadness hoping he wonât leave you, Mark enjoys the feeling of warmth seeing your desperation.
It meant you loved him, right? With how things were going on with Jaehyun, Mark took any crumb of your love that only felt real when you wrote about it. Itâs hard to understand why he didnât feel it was real when it came from your lips but it did when you confessed to the things youâve put yourself through for him. For him, not Jaehyun, him, Mark. That felt like love.
Right, only on paper it felt like love. Not like now that you found yourself in Johnnyâs kitchen with Jaehyun next to you like a guard dog, chewing your ear off with whatever he was saying despite your look of anguish. A worrying look to Mark and the likes of hisâ well, your friend it seems.
He had been enjoying the final match with Johnny, Yanyang, and the other coworkers they shared. You had been sitting by his side for most of it but it wasnât until a few minutes ago that Jaehyun pulled you aside, asking for your help to make some drinks for the rest of the guests but now he was holding you hostage, begging you to drink some water.
Mark figured the drinks you had were getting to you and Jaehyun could tell. He wonât say heâs fond of that fact. That Jaehyun knows you well to the point he can tell when you need to be cut off.
Mark tried not making it obvious but when only his head isnât turned to the TV and the host is making sure his guests are having a good time, well itâs hard to miss. Johnny notices it too, how Jaehyun was fixing you a slider, the words: âYou havenât eaten well, stop trying to fool me.â sternly spewing from his mouth.
No mayo, no pickles, no condiments at all. Just a plain cheeseburger slider. He knew how you liked it by heart and thatâs something that makes Markâs heart pound in hate.
The feeling becomes worse when your whispering turns frantic and almost audible for the rest to hear. Your words whining like you wanted to cry about how hellish work has become after Markâs visit. Jaehyun shakes his head, hands pressing against the counter to lean against with an angry look on his face. That infamous look of hollow cheeks and sunken dead eyes. He wanted to say something but knew it was best to be a shoulder to lean on.
âAnd donât tell me to talk to him about it because whatâs the use?! You know how he is. I love him, I do butââ Your hands come in contact with your forehead, shaking it a bit, âWhy canât he just be a tad bit like you?âŚâ You hiccuped, hands slowly sliding down to your mouth as you shut your eyes. It wasnât a sign of regret but exhaustion, vile stuck in your throat.Â
Jaehyunâs face softened, standing up straight to turn to you. To some form of comfort, his hand extends to rub your back, pulling you in for a side hug while you try to hold in whatever you feel. Jaehyun understands your words come from a place of hurt but confessions like that can be taken wrongly.
âWhy canât he be just a tad bit like you?...â Just like Mark had, who now felt his heart shatter. Disillusioned and hurt, stupid for thinking that you would want him no matter what. Worse off, it was Jaehyun who you confessed that to. Someone that everyone thought was a better fit for you.
Iâm sorry Iâm the one you love. No one will ever love me like you again.
Johnny took it upon himself to raise the volume of the TV, sparing Mark from any more anguish and saving your business to be heard by the other guests who by the graces of God were more interested in who would win the Stanley Cup this season.
His attempts didnât work. Mark felt his world crashing down on him in this instance. He wanted to go out and scream, cry even, at the reviving memories flashing through his head. Heâs seen this beforeâ no, heâs experienced this.
Her cries to him about Hyuck to soon commence their affair in that same instance. If that was to happen in these walls, Mark thinks itâs his time to take a leap out of Johnnyâs apartment balcony.
So when you leave me, I should die. I deserve it, donât I? I can feel it getting near.
The vile stuck in your throat had been persistent on coming out, enough to push Jaehyun out of the way to run towards Johnnyâs bathroom. Itâs amazing how enthralled with the game his guests were to not notice anything happening behind them. To not feel Markâs radiating poison as he watches his wife and âfriendâ rush towards the bathroom, door slamming behind him. If it wasnât for Jenoâs and Yangyangâs cheering scream, they would hear you hurl the slider into the toilet bowl, crying along with self-disgust.
Mark couldnât hold it in anymore; abruptly he stands, ignoring Johnnyâs sympathetic look. Not only for him but for you too, aware of Markâs own flaws. He had thoughts of barging in and blowing Jaehyunâs ear off with his barking. Questioning you about what was going on, but he slowed down when he heard you hiccup and cry before and after vomiting. Jaehyunâs soothing hushes to you making his head spin but innocent enough.
Innocent until he opened his mouth. âShh, itâs okay. Let it out, itâs okay, pretty girl.â Jaehyun coos into Markâs eardrum through a megaphone to imprint the notes of his voice onto his brain.Â
Pretty girl. Thatâs his pet name for you, Markâs pet name. Hurt floods him when you make no effort to correct him and present this fact.
Since when have you become someone elseâs pretty girl?
He couldnât take it any longer, angrily slamming the door open to watch Jaehyun soothing you with backrubs, holding your hair as you went.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?!â Mark spits out venom, mimicking that of a cobra. His eyes widened by hot fury as he approached you two. You wanted to speak, but the invasion from your gut stopped you, tears being the only thing you were able to respond with.
Jaehyun on the other hand gives him a look as if to tell him to calm down, that everything was fine, more worried about your well being than Markâs insecurities. âJust helping her out, calm down.â
It aggravated him how collected Jaehyunâs words were, how little mind he paid him or how you made no effort to have Jaehyun stop giving you supportive squeezes (almost like you werenât fighting for your life).
Mark huffs, hands taking purchase on his waist watching you two, the volume to the television and the guests drawn out by your heaving. He whispers, walking towards Jaehyun with that same menacing lookâ eye roll worthy, Jaehyun would say.
âI just fucking heard you, sheâs my wife. What the fuck are you trying to do?â His finger rose to poke at Jaehyunâs shoulder. The taller one of the two feeling offended by Markâs accusations and thoughts that heâd snake him like that. Jaehyun was not Mark.
âSorry, thatâs on me,â Jaehyun slaps Markâs hand away, creating some distance. âI'm just helping herââ âBack the fuck off, sheâs my wifeâŚâÂ
Tired enough by this facade, Jaehyun scowls at Mark, pushing past him towards the door. âThen donât be a shitty husband and she wonât have to seek other people to do what you canât! I know how to respect marriages well enough, if anything Iâm just helping her. Something you should do for once in your fucking life.â
Jaehyun bites back, watching Markâs face falter as he slams the door behind him while you continue your sobbing. Overwhelmed by your bodily reaction but mostly for what just ensued in this room. With no form to defend yourself and Jaehyun. Hurt that Mark thought you two would betray him like heâs done to those before you.
You believe me like a God, Iâll betray you like a man.
In that instance Mark wanted to run to Jaehyun and gouge his eyes out, rip his stupid freshly bleached hair out, and beat him until he was nothing else than liquid matter. The words rang horribly inside his head to the point he was seeing red, his vision blurred and stars were floating in his eyes.
History was repeating itself and he was finally paying his wrong doings. He thought Jungwoo and Jaehyun were his friends but Hyuck thought the same of him and now heâs found himself in this predicament.
You're sweet, you're lovely. You go out of your way to make Mark happy so it was him all along. He's the problem and karma is finally making him pay the price.
Jaehyun understood it was his fault for being careless and using pet names but can one blame him when he was worried? Someone has to if not the one who bowed to do so. Even when heâs gone from eye sight, Jaehyunâs efforts are felt through Johnny who knocks on the door. Mark opens it slightly, Johnny standing before him with a glass of water and baking soda. Telling him about how Jaehyun sent him before leaving; for you to swish your mouth with this and drink some sparkling water to soothe your stomach ache.
Mark took it without a word, nodding at Johnny before shutting the door in his face as if this wasnât his home. You were up on your feet by the time Mark turned around, lid closed as you flushed the toilet, reaching the sink to rinse your mouth before taking the glass from his hand. No words from either of you.
He looked at you through the mirror, arms crossed and factions softening upon noticing how tired and sick you looked. Gauntly, lips and eyes puffed out, and cheeks streaked. It was best to go home after that incident, only giving Johnny an apologetic goodbye while the rest of the guests paid no mind. On your end you were out of the apartment already, embarrassment laced on your face.Â
And even through the car ride, all you could think about was Markâs words and actions. Memories of Mark smugly telling his ex-best friend words Jaehyun spat at him flooded his vision, making it dangerous for him to be driving. To his side you grunted in discomfort, feeling as if vile was to rise from you again but he paid you no mind, made no effort to comfort you, more focused on his own feelings.
The look Hyuck had on his face eight years ago was the one Mark mirrors this night. One way or another one will pay for all their sins and you were his cross.
He didnât talk to you for the remainder of the night. Didnât care enough to question why you fell ill or how frightened you were about the possibility that this may be it, that this was his excuse to leave you behind.
The thoughts, his actions and words clouding your mind through your shower, skin care routine, and brushing your teeth. Spending minutes upon minutes doing the latter, disgusted by yourself. Brushing away all the vile you wanted to throw at him but instead ended down Johnnyâs plumbing. For only Jaehyun to hear and understand.
Mark laid down on his side by the time you came out of the bathroom. You knew he was angry, his stiff body making no effort to move even when feeling the bed sink under your knees. He tried not to move when he felt your arms wrap around him seeking comfort in his warmth, but Mark wasnât willing to give it to you. Without a care if he hurt you, which is what he did.
âWhy donât you love me anymore?â
Your words made his eyes open. Startled, his body hardens under your touch, almost like your upcoming tears were freezing him on the spot. Damp on his sleeping shirt but hot on his back. He turns abruptly, pushing back a bit in the process. âWhat are you even taââ
âWhy donât you love me anymore?!â You cut him off, voice raising to something heâs never heard before. âYouâve been so distant. More than usual and I canât take it anymore!â Your palms cover your eyes, pushing back tears, forbidding you to look at that mocking grin on his face as he shakes his head in disbelief.Â
Youâre the one who grows distant when I beckon you near.
His voice on the other hand makes sure you know how he feels. âYou think so? I think this is the closest Iâve been to you.â He chuckles, taking into account that look of confusion on your face as you put down your hands, resting them on your lap. âWhy donât you tell me anything, Y/n? You tell Jungwoo everything. You ask Jaehyun to do everything for you. Iâm your husband, why don't you donât you trust me enough?âÂ
Your confusion falls, disgust and anger replace it. âWhen I ask anything out of you, you never want to nor know how to do it.â Your voice was hurt, head shaking a tad with every syllable, hate laced into each one. He hated how much your reaction resembled Jaehyunâs.
He doesnât want to admit youâre right, âYou ask the most absurd of favors.â He scoffs, sitting up to be face to face with you. âAre you fucking serious? Youâre a grown man who canât cook or clean for himself. Up until I saw you at the bakery I thought you didnât know where it was but then I saw you with another girl there.â You huff, arms flailing like when youâre with Jungwoo.Â
There would be some satisfaction in him to know your true self is here talking with him but bringing old news made him groan. âI thought you said it was fine and weâd drop it there.â He takes into account the glare youâre throwing him, smoke coming out of your ears the longer neither of you speak.
If he had known a few drinks would do this to you, he would have not let you drink. The thing is, Mark pays no mind to you to not notice youâve drank mocktails all night. He was more worried about Jaehyun than you.
âItâs not fine when youâre with some other girl to a place you keep avoiding when I ask you to go. Is it because of her? Is she the one taking my place now?â Your voice came out choppy, acheful, with the question, inhaling and exhaling to calm yourself down.
He on the other hand doesnât take it kindly, annoyed that youâd think about him that way but that's what heâs been thinking about you, so what difference does it make? It would not be his first rodeo, so are you that insane to think of him like that?
Iâll betray you like a man.
Mark stands from the bed, crouching to eye-level with you as if you were a child heâs lecturing. âItâs not because of her, I donât give a fuck about her! I barely know her, she is just an intern, and hasn't been there for a month now! We were sent by my boss!â His fingers poke his temple, in a form to tell you to get it through your head.
âBut Iâm right? You donât love me anymore.â
Mark stands up straight in disbelief with your words despite none defending his case coming from his own mouth. He could see how your heart was crushing with every passing second.
The truth is hiding in your eyes and itâs hanging on your tongue. Just boiling in my blood.Â
âAll this time I thought you were calm⌠level headedâ but you're the opposite... you donât talk to me, you tell Jaehyun and Jungwoo everything. Why canât you tell me everything? Why can't you need and trust me?â His voice softens, calming down.
âBecause you donât ever want to listen to me! I canât need you when you do everything in your power for me not to!â Truth is, he did know how to clean and cook for himself, he's done it before but he's grown selfish and dependent.
Your outburst left him speechless, all the sighs he had to give stuck and dispersed through every crevice of his interior, poisoning his flow. He knows youâre right but he doesnât want to believe it.
âI give and give and give but I never receive! I love you so much, it's become so painful that I rather let it slide than be far from you.â You crawl closer to the edge of the bed, hoping to minimize the distance between you two. The feeling of proximity only seems to feel farther, leaving room for a blizzard to rest between you two.
Mark knows heâs not man enough, your coworker said it. He knows he doesnât help or take care of you, Jaehyun and Jungwoo told him so. None of these men had to tell him for him to know he doesnât deserve you. It just so happens to be that Mark is selfish and wasnât able to process it until now. He swore he believed you through writing but now, with you telling him directlyâ reality is forcing itself upon him.
âI think we should take a break.â
Selfish, selfish, selfish.
âWhat?â You ask confused and startled, looking up at him with fury in your eyes. âWhat? Donât be fucking stupid. Weâre married and weâll stay this way! It's not as easy as you let out, asshole.â You sniffle, getting off the bed now, approaching him despite the gap heâs formed between you two. In all senses.Â
âYouâre just not who I fell in love with anymore.â
You wanted to rip his hair out, claw his skin and inject your pain and love into him so he could understand what you felt. You knew he was selfish but how fucking stupid could he be?Â
âYouâre soâ youâre no fucking better than anyone else. You fell in love with the idea you made of me. Whatever the fuck that is! Any chance you get to see the real me you shut me down, Mark! Why canât you just love me?! Not the stupid girl you thought I was.â
Your cries stopped, hands taking purchase on his arms, squeezing tighter with the adrenaline of wrath coursing through your veins. You were tired, tired of his foolishness and in times like these, you werenât going to let him ruin what youâve built.
âYou fell in love with an idealized version of me too, if youâre still this in love.â Mark gulps, making no effort to move but his eyes felt heavy and tired. Hurt even, not sure if for himself or for you, empathy winning for once. Pity sounds better.
You think that I canât see what kind of man that you are. If youâre man at all.
âI see you for who you fucking are. Youâre selfish, you donât want to do things for others unless youâre getting something out of it. You weaponize your incompetence for me to do things for you. Youâre insecure especially with other men around me because you think of yourself exactly the opposite as them unless theyâre more pathetic compared to you.â Your finger poked his chest, reminiscing on how he began berating Jaehyun.
âYouâre especially jealous of your friends because they offer more for me than you do and thatâs your fault. You project your insecurities and mistakes onto them and me because youâre a bad friend, husband, and ultimately a bad person. Yet Iâm still with you because I love youâ even with everything you put me through and how you canât help but compare me toâ to her! Get over it and through your head, that was loneliness and you were the easiest victim. No one leaves their husband for someone they don't love.â
Like the pathetic man he was, he broke down. No amount of swallowing and gulping down the knot in his throat would go away. Tears streamed down his cheeks upon hearing you project onto the world what you had whispered to the toilet bowl earlier. Mark wasnât aware that you knew about Hyuck and her but he wouldnât doubt if you had come across letters from them both in the past just like he came across your journals.Â
Having you voice what he had been thinking about since that experience caused his world to finally see true color, despite you being purposely vicious. He knew what that fling meant for her, for Hyuck, and for him. It just so happens that it meant more for him and here he was taking it out on the only person who has stuck by his side.
You loved him but you also hated him and that was more than clear to him now.
âBetter reason for us to take a break. You deserve better⌠Iâm sorry Iâm the one you love. No one will ever love me like you again.â He sighs, sniffling, throwing his head back to not let any more tears shed.Â
âI donât care. If I go without you IâllâIâŚâ you clinging your nails to his shoulders trying to cut off your words. You knew what you wanted to say wasnât healthy, not for you and not for him. Mark knows this, weeks of reading your entries allowing him to understand what goes within the walls of your brain.Â
"Y/n please stop... youâre hurting me." It doesn't change the fact that feeling it was worse than reading it. âThen youâre a coward who would die within an hour in my shoes if I treated you the way you treat me.â You sternly and ferociously spit. He wails before doing the only thing he knew would calm you down.Â
Leaning in, he kisses you, meekly. Pouring in the love he once had for you and the remaining he has now. But your body rejects it, feeling how phony it is. Pushing him off, running to the restroom to repeat the happenings of earlier. Mark sighs in relief to have you not corner him but in this instance concern floods him.
He follows you to the bathroom, standing by the door frame with crossed arms. Watching you hold your hair like Jaehyun had done earlier. Tears back in your eyes as you continue to lash out your rage against the white porcelain that's witnessed this on other occasions. Although this was one that should symbolize happiness, yet itâs clear you both wonât take it as such.
Mark took a look at his watch, 11:28PM. âCome on, get your shoes. Iâll take you to urgent care, you probably just need some electrolytes.â He approaches you, aiming to help you up but you resist, shaking your head defeatedly.Â
âIâm not drunk.â You let out through gritted teeth. âNo?â He questions smugly, annoyed at your rejection. âThey were mocktails. These are normal symptoms.â He gives you a quizzical look. âLook in the drawer, Nancy Drew.â You huff, mocking him for his detective work these past weeks. It was only natural heâd find out eventually if he kept meddling in your journals.
With furrowed eyes, and look remaining, Mark pulls at the white drawer, the cold metal burning his warm hand. He digs and digs through piles of papers. All bills or old letters neither of you cared enough for. Reaching the bottom Mark feels something solid wrapped around a newer piece of paper. In comparison to the yellowing pages, this was white and bright, tied with a rubber band around the solid material.
He throws you a quick glance while taking it into his hands, unraveling the rubber to open it and come to view with three sticks, all with matching two-pink stripes. Any ounce of hope to restart is gone with the weight in his hands. Disappearing when he read the paper.
��Laboratory report
Patient: Y/n Lee.
Sampled collected: May 15, 2008.
Report date: May 20, 2008
Status: Pregnant
Gestational age: 5-8 weeks.â
Mark reads it over and over, finally having the courage to look at you. His eyes wide and dim, reflecting on your cold angry ones. This was it. It was his life. What you would have taken as a beautiful moment, you can now agree this seals your faith. The look you gave him mirroring his misery. At least now you both were on board for once, basking in the fact this was a deadend no matter what.
You both know nothing will get fixed, all there is left is to pretend for the life thatâs growing within you. Wreckless as ever, and the cycle of life continues. An innocent life to suffer the trails of a failed relationship for years to follow. Thatâs all Mark knows, thatâs all you know. Generational curses don't end with either of you.
if you liked happy together: itâs too bad youâre married⌠to me, youâll enjoy: stupid girl !
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IF THE TIDE SHOULD TAKE ME : SHINSOU HITOSHI x READER
SUMMARY: When you stow away on a ship to escape your past, youâre caught and imprisoned with a man who is far less human than he seems.
TAGS/WARNINGS: fantasy au, siren!shinsou, snark/arguing, interspecies relationships, aged up characters, smut, arguable dubcon (bc you know, siren), strong hints of predator/prey, oral (f receiving), fem pronouns + afab reader
NOTES: This is not a new fic, this is just a repost of the original master list because the post editor wouldn't let me modify with small font & colors (rude). Now with insanely beautiful art by the extremely talented, incredibly kind @procrastination-artistâ!! And with more incredible art by the deeply lovely, supremely gifted @tangyglowsticks!!â
LENGTH: 11k, STATUS: COMPLETE
CHAPTERS: one, two or READ ON AO3.
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AT MIDNIGHT â haechan smau
after y/n's boyfriend broke up with her, all her friends tried to distract her by sneaking into a college party not knowing she was going to find new friendships and possibly a new relationship.
haechan x fem!reader
GENRE â fluff, slowburn, comedy, humor, smau, college au, strangers to lovers, non-idol au features other idols
WARNINGS â reader is down bad, a little but of cursing
STATUS â completed â 21/05/24
PLAYLIST â how many drinks? â miguel [02:50] ; novacane â frank ocean [02:30] ; limbo â keshi [01:44] ; saturn â sza [00:57] ; all too well â taylor swift [08:35] ; cinnamon girl â lana del rey [00:41] ; baby came home 2 / valentines â the neighbourhood [01:48] ; love. â wave to earth [01:34] ; try again â jaehyun [01:02] ; ivy â frank ocean [00:00]
A/N â my first post and smau on this acc so im really excited!
profile (1) â profile (2)
1. song kang >> cha eunwoo
2. art club
3. disney land
4. in another life
5. bear
6. know your limits.
7. frank ocean
8. misunderstanding
9. military enlistment
10. y/n's hit tweet
11. when i fly towards you
12. haechan's private account
13. the city of love
14. with the old gang
15. back with my girl
16. forced to say thanks born to say I LOVE YOU
17. haechan's thirst trap
18. if only you didn't forget your name..
19. pretty girl
20. buffed up like a jock geeked up like a nerd
21. i'd let him hit
22. where is jake when you need him
23. fake dating
24. souvenir shop
25. pretty princess
26. i gotta put me first
27. guilt tripping
28. freezing cold
29. bows suit you
30. sonny angels
31. drunk
32. friends don't act like that
33. dior and victoria secret
34. electric guitar
35. kim soo hyun
36. avoidant
37. psychology class
38. expanding the collection
39. why don't we
40. my girl learns fast
41. at midnight
42. thank you
bonus chapters
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A dragon's heart - Masterlist
Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader
Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.
Heli's Masterlist
Part 1,
Part 2,
Part 3,
Part 4,
Part 5,
Part 6,
Part 7,
Part 8,
Part 9,
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13 (coming soon)
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Hello, can I request some inner child HCs featuring Gang Orca? Where he saves a kid who has a quirk that makes them appear frightening, like, they turn into a monster when their adrenaline spikes and/or they get emotionally distressed. They were abandoned by parents who couldn't deal with the child's "outbursts", had a panic attack, and turned into the monster form. Heroes are called in to fight what appears to be a villain threatening civilians (actually just a child in a large, frightening body who is struggling to regulate their emotions). Orca realizes what's up and stops other heroes from attacking before he calms the kid down.
Inspired by how I'm haunted by the fact that Orca is on the heroes that look like villains list and is secretly upset that kids find his appearance scary. Let him adopt one with similar struggles who isn't scared of him!
Okay so Iâm thinking that the reader would be similar to The Hulk as where the child will unintentionally transform after a certain amount of adrenaline is in their system and Iâm thinking theyâd be a buffer and more muscular version of RWBYâs Grimm Hound
Basically itâs got super intelligence and can even grow wings but with Hulkâs strength. Thatâs the idea.
Gang Orca x Child Reader:
Monstrous transformation
It was a disaster. Carnage and wreckage everywhere. You had been living on the streets since your drunken father kicked you out for being a monster. You had a hard time dealing with your quirk. You knew it was some kind of transformation quirk, but you had yet to fully transform. Until you did. You had been minding your own business walking down an alleyway towards where you had been sleeping. You hadnât eaten much in the last few days and you hadnât slept well. All of this was too much for your child brain so you broke down. You had a panic attack.
As you sat clutching at your head you didnât notice how you seemingly grew and changed. Your bones shifted and realigned, muscles grew and redeveloped, you grew shard claws and fans as you turned into a beast. So caught up in your emotions, you were startled by a passerby who screamed at the sight of you. You then lost it. As something primal decided to act on the rage and pain you felt and built up over the years.
A hulking monstrous bear, wolf, human hybrid thing that looked like it was born from nightmares tore out of the alleyway past the innocent man and into the street where traffic pulled to a stop as people began to scream at the terrifying creature. The creature began to destroy its surroundings and cut cars in half, throwing them everywhere, damaging buildings as it wrecked everything and people scurried away in fright.
Heroes were called in to deal with this supposed villain. Amount the heroes was Gang Orca. As the creature threw heroes out of the way and tore through them it dodged their attacks and took heroes down. It wasnât until Gang Orca used his sonic attack on the creature that it finally seemed affected and halted as it shook its head. Your head was splitting as the ringing got worse. It managed to snap you out of whatever was happening to you. As you decreased in size and eventually became your normal self, you fainted. Seeing that it was actually a child, Gang Orca quickly realized that what happened was most likely unintentional and was the result of a powerful quirk that got out of control for a child.
He took the child to a hospital where the police informed him about the childâs living condition and situation. When he thought about how everyone was scared of you, even your own father, he decided to take you in. When you wake up you start to panic as youâre in an unfamiliar place. Gang Orca hears this and enters your room and tries to calm you down. Upon seeing the Orca hero the first thought that comes to your mind, comes out of your mouth.
âCan you talk to whales?â
You look up at him with that childish curiosity and wonder. He canât help but smile seeing that a kid isnât actually afraid of him for once. He chuckles and pulls a chair up to your bed and sits down at your bedside.
âI donât think I can, but Iâve never really tried.â
âDo killer whales like you and think youâre one of them? Oh, do you eat seal meat? Are seals scared of you? oh oh, do sharks swim away from you cause they think youâre an Orca? Would a pod of Orcas accept you as one of them? How fast can you swim? Do you like cold water or warm water better? Can you breathe under water like a whale? Who would-â
Gang Orca just laughed a deep belly laugh at your onslaught of questions. He even slapped his knee in delight as he tried to rein in his laughter. He smiled at you as you tilted your head in curiosity, not able to understand what was so funny.
âAlright, Iâll answer your questions one at a time. But after I do that, do you think you we could talk about you a bit and that quirk of yours?â
âUm⌠sure. But my questions come first okayâ
âOkay. Well first, Iâve never met any killer whales but I guess maybe I should. I donât eat seal meat, I eat normal food like beef and pork and yes, Iâd probably assume that seals are afraid of me. Iâve never been close enough to a shark to tell if theyâre afraid of me. I think Iâd have to find a pod of Orcas to see if theyâd accept me but I doubt they would. I can swim pretty fast, at least faster than average. I donât really have a preference on water temperature but I guess Iâd have to say cold. And as for breathing like a whale, I do have a blowhole, whales donât have gills since theyâre not fish so they breathe air like you and me.â
âWow, youâre so coolâ
âWhy thank youâ
âCan I be as strong as you someday?â
âWell actually, thatâs what I wanted to talk to you about. How would you feel about coming to live with me and having me help you with that quirk of yours? Iâd be your new legal guardian and Iâll take care of you and help you with everything. Howâs that soundâ
âDoes that mean no more sleeping on the ground outside?â
âYeah, weâll go and get you a nice soft bed and we can even decorate your room however you want.â
âCan I have glow in the dark stars on the ceiling? And a pet bat?â
âYes to the stars but Iâm afraid bats arenât the best pets but we can probably talk about some other kind of pet once we get a better understanding of your quirk. You wouldnât want to accidentally hurt an animal.â
âI guess thatâs true. Iâm kinda tired. Will you stay here?â
Gang Orca smiled as you yawned and looked at him with tired eyes.
âYeah, Iâll be here when you wake upâ
âOkay, goodnightâ
âGoodnightâ
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COMIC RELIEF ; haechan smau
SYNOPSIS , lee donghyuck has always been the class clown. and maybe it's not the moniker most would like being associated with as a college junior, but he'd go above and beyond to live up to it. yoon y/n is the resident riot; often foregoes actual emotions for an ill-timed (and probably corny) joke.
so, what happens when the comp sci major always up to make a spectacle of himself and the bio-chem major more than happy to add onto chaos team up to play a prank on the whole campus?
well, they end up pulling the biggest prank on themselves, of course.
â GENRE , lee haechan Ă fem! reader, college au, non-idol au. fake dating trope (but both go into this with a crush so...). mutual pining, kinda slow burn-ish but not really. the friend groups being unhinged per usual.
â WARNING(S) , reader has the surname 'yoon' (guess why). they're both very unserious so some dumb stuff gets said. kys/kms and inappropriate jokes (what's even humor without a lil twist haha... :')
â CHARACTERS , nct dream, aespa, eunseok & sungchan (riize)
â STATUS , coming soon!! (expected 06/03)
â PLAYLIST , young dumb and broke - khalid; ophelia - the lumineers; i lived - onerepublic; classic - mkto; cake by the ocean - dnce; where's my love - syml; sure thing - miguel; bags - clairo; call me back - chase atlantic; call it what you want - taylor swift.
profiles: 50% discount on souls | baddies ft. the mutant ninja turtles
contents:
intro. home for the bitchless
01. trope breakdown 101
02. soft launch era when??
â tba !
disclaimer ; unpublished chapter names are subject to change. do not copy, repost or translate.
taglist. (comment here to be added <3)
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swim captain!anton x fem. reader | 5.3k words
ANTON SHOULD BE AT THE CLUBBBB. inspired by impossible mv party scenes and i was listening to kraftwerk the man machine album while making this so thatâs the music i imagine playing at this party.
also this was a mix of two requests it was supposed to be a secret relationship type thing but it kinda ended up being a secret talking stage? idk i hope it's to your liking hehe.
even early in the morning in the empty hallways you looked left and right anxiously, scared that someone was going to catch you. all it would take is someone going to an extremely early morning class or an extremely late night run for you to be caught. it was already awful that you had to sneak into antonâs building by entering while someone was leaving, and you had to ask the RA to scan their ID so you could operate the elevator. two people already knew you were here and even if they didnât know who you were, you didnât want the number to go any higher.
you settled deeper into the black hoodie, reaching your hand to the door again. before you could knock three more times, anton opened the door. he stood against the frame with a big smile on his face as he looked you up and down. you did your own once over of him, taking in his band tea, boxers, and slides. he started at your sunglasses despite it being dark outside, then wandered down to your face mask and lingered on your all black outfit.
âi like your hoodie.â anton touched his chin like he was in thought before pointing towards the hoodie that was a few sizes to big for you. âlooks realllll familiar.â he says.
seeing anton laugh at you trying to be inconspicuous made you turn on your heel and start walking back the way you came. you couldnât even make it a step before anton reached past the doorframe to grab your arm, pulling you into the darkness of his room.
immediately once you were inside he closed the door with his foot, bringing you in for a big hug. you smiled despite trying to seem angry, taking your time before wrapping your arms around his waist. he pulled away to kiss your forehead, taking your glasses off and pulling your mask down to your chin.
âi was about to come down and get you.â anton says before kissing your forehead again.
he rocked back and forth while still holding you, and you let your body sway with his.Â
âyou took too long.â you chide.Â
anton still holds you as he walks further into his dorm. you pass by the things youâve seen a million times at this point. his standing jewelry organizer beside his gundam figurines, his swimming medals that hung up on the wall, and the picture of his swim team and family that rested on top of his dresser all looked at you as you went deeper into his room.
you kick off your shoes while anton continued to walk backwards, the two of you donât stop until the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed. anton tries to bring you down with him, but you separate his heavy arms from your body to take off the rest of your things. you can see his outline in the darkness of his room, how he sits down and looks up at you while you make yourself comfortable.
you take your sunglasses from antonâs hand and put it on his dresser, taking off your rings and mask to put them all in a neat pile. when you put your phone face down on the dresser you put the framed pictures of antonsâ family and his swim team face down too.Â
when you hear anton laugh you turn around. heâs leaned back on his arms, legs hung over the side of the bed as he watches your every move. he goes back to sitting upright to motion towards the photos.
âwhy do you always put those face down when you come over?â anton asks.
he knows why, and you know he knows it too. but you two have fallen into your own routine. like clockwork, you walk over to anton and stand between his legs so he can put his hand on your waist and look up at you again. he pinches the fabric of your black zip up between his fingers and you play with his soft hair.
âi donât want them to see.â you say.
anton lets his hands go underneath your zip up and your shirt to feel the bare skin of your stomach. he pulls you a little closer and you let him, still playing with his hair casually.
âi thought you just came over here to cuddle?â anton asks innocently.
after hearing the sarcasm and seeing the glint in antonâs eye you laugh. each time itâs the same thing, the two of you going back and forth and each time itâs too amusing. maybe itâs the novelty of the situation, you sneaking into antonâs apartment so early in the morning itâs still considered late at night. even if you guys havenât called this a relationship youâre stuck in a routine of domestic bliss. so as if on cue, you let your hand go deeper into antonâs hair until you pull at his scalp slightly.
âwho comes over at four thirty in the morning just to cuddle?â you ask.
anton smiles and brings you closer, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach. he pinches your skin underneath your clothes and you take your hands from his hair to pull down your zipper. youâre quick, too quick for someone whoâs in this same situation seemingly every day. each time youâre in a rush to touch anton, and each time you end up stumbling in your haste. itâs comforting knowing anton is no betterâhe accidentally scratches your skin as he pulls down your black yoga pants.
âiâm sorry.â anton apologizes before you can even hiss from the pain.
he brings you close, his hands move down to cup your ass so he can kiss the part of your upper thigh where he scratched. itâs unnecessary, the pain was already gone but you let anton do it anyway. you just focus on getting your shirt off, letting it fall in the same pile with your jacket.Â
when anton pulls away from placing soft kisses you push him by the shoulders until his back is on the bed. you step out of your yoga pants that pooled at your ankles to crawl onto him. you start to straddle antonâs legs and he gives you a smile as he continues backing up on the bed, you continue to straddle him, knees walking on the bed as you follow his every move.Â
when heâs fully on the bed you press a hand to his broad chest.
âwhat time is your first class?â you ask.
even though you have antonâs whole schedule memorized, you still always ask. maybe you just like hearing his quiet breaths, how he tries to focus on your question. you let your hand drag down his body and he parts his lips to speak.
âten.â anton answers.
when your hand goes to the waistband of his boxers anton looks at your lips. you sink down to kiss him the same time your hand pushes past his waistband. anton tenses underneath you and sighs into your mouth when you wrap a hand around his length.
âwhat time do you have practice today?â you ask.
you ask your question casually, reveling in the way anton is so distracted. when you squeeze around his dick anton sighs again, one of his hands go back to gripping your waist.
âeight pm. probably be done around ten.â anton jerks his hips up. âwe have a meet tomorrow so it might run a little later.â he says rushed.
you hum at his answer, slowly pumping antonâs dick while he presses his body further into the mattress. precum that beads at his tip makes the job easy for you, and hearing the tiny whimpers and hisses slip past antonâs parted lips drives you to continue.Â
âany plans after?â you say, picking up the speed of your hand.Â
âi have a meeting with the head coach to talk about some people on team.â anton says while leaning his head back.
anton brings a hand to flex around your wrist, but he doesnât stop your movements.
âsuch a good captain.â you kiss antonâs cheek gently. âany plans after that?â you ask.
anton bites his lip and shakes his head. one of antonâs hands moves to grip your ass and you arch into his hand to give him more. excitement tingles across your body when you see antonâs shoulder move so he can wedge his hand between your two bodies. he starts by pressing his hand flat against your bare stomach before slipping past the waistband of your panties.Â
anton starts by touching your clit, pressing his index finger deep into the bundle of nerves. the near pain causes you to drop your head into his shoulder, breathing heavily into the fabric of his shirt. anton takes pity on you, puling away from your clit to spread your folds with his index finger while his middle finger feels for your hole. you are already wet, and anton teases you for it, letting his finger prod past your entrance before pulling back to gather more slick. youâre almost compelled to bite anton from frustration, how he plays with you while youâre giving him your all. you only whine into his chest, moving your hips to show him what you need.
âso impatient.â anton sighs.
he cranes his neck to kiss your forehead before finally putting his finger inside of you. already you feel that warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach, lapping the edges of your resolve like a gentle fire. you speed up your hand when you feel more of antonâs precum bead at his tip and he puts in another finger.
âslow down baby.â anton whines.Â
he has to bite his lip to calm himself down. he doesnât know what heâll do if he gets another noise complaint.
âdonât wanna.â you whine back.
anton knows by now that youâre too stubborn, and heâs too desperate to actually make you slow down. so anton adds in another finger and bends them, picking up his pace to match you.
you and anton are chest to chest, trying to muffle the pitiful sounds you both make as you two bring eachother closer to insanity. anton feels you shake your head as you try to compose yourself. he opens his eyes just to try and see you laid against his body in just your bra and panties. your drool seeped through his shirt a long time ago, leaving a wet splotch underneath your cheek. anton just wishes you would turn your head so he can see your eyebrows cinch and your lips part before you cum.
âbaby.â anton whimpers.
you turn immediately, eyes blown out as you still rest your head on his chest. your hands started staggering a long time ago, and anton makes up for it by lifting his hips off the bed to fuck your hand. the only thing anton needs you to do is keep letting the quiet moans fall from your parted lips as you look at him with your widened wet eyes.
âiâm close anton.â you say.
anton feels the tension in his stomach becoming nearly unbearable hearing the whiny lift in your voice. it drives anton to push his fingers deeper and faster inside of you. when he feels your hand loosen around his dick and your stomach tighten against his, he continues.
âme too.â anton says back.
you start quickly jerking anton off in his pants, and his hips still while he is suspended in the air. neither of you stop, so close but youâre just missing one more thing. you press your spare hand into the mattress to push yourself up far enough to press your lips to antonâs.Â
the kiss quick and rushed, but feeling him push his tongue into your mouth without hesitation was the last thing you needed. your legs try to instinctually come together, but antonâs legs remain steady in keeping them apart. you moan into antonâs mouth, and he does the same to you. when you start shaking antonâs hand that was on your ass wraps across your body, pressing you more into him. the restriction only heightens your climax, and you break apart from antonâs lips so a full moan can fill the space of his room. anton brings your mouth back to his, so he can groan against your lips as his cum stains his boxers and glides down your knuckles. the image of it makes anton quickly rut up into your hand, desperate to give you more. for a moment both of you are tense from stimulation, your stiff bodies resting against eachother. then you both come back, youâre pulling away with puffy lips still sensitive all over.
anton rests into his sweaty imprint in the mattress and you slump on top of him. your now messy hand lets go of antonâs dick but still rests in his boxers. antonâs fingers in your cunt bend one more time before he pulls out of your underwear completely. you sigh, trying to roll off of anton but his arm keeps you in place.
âyou donât have any classes today right?â anton asks, still trying to catch his breath.
âno.â you say.
antonâs wet fingers play with your hand that lays unmoving on the mattress.
âstay here for the day?â when anton hears you draw in a breath he continues speaking. âatleast sleep here until i leave.â he reasons.
you donât have to look at the time to know itâs almost five in the morning. sleep is creeping up on you, and the thought of making the trek back to your dorm while your legs still feel so weak seems impossible. so you sigh and rest more into anton, laying your head over his steady beating heart. his hand across your back loosens and his body underneath yours becomes relaxed.
you ended up sleeping until anton left to go to class. you woke up underneath the covers as anton was fully ready, taking his backpack from his chair to sling over his shoulder. when he saw you were awake he looked apologetic, getting on his knees on your side of the bed to rub your sleepy face.
âwhat time is it?â you were groggy, wiping your eyes as you looked for your phone.
âalmost ten. iâm running late i didnât want to wake you up with my alarm.â anton says.
you blink again, trying not to be blinded by the light that comes through the windows.
âso you just guessed when you were supposed to wake up?â you asked confused.
anton only shrugged his shoulders, looking at your eyebrows before rubbing out the crease. he smiled and pressed a kiss to your skin before getting up. he put his backpack on fully and was at his door after realizing he was really about to be late.
âfeel free to stay as long as you want.â anton said.
âokay.â you were still tired, your voice was raspy when you spoke.
anton didnât say goodbye before leaving. you both knew youâd be seeing eachother later anyway. you let yourself lay in bed a little longer, thinking about how you ruined your sleep schedule once again.
you were half tempted to stay in antonâs bed all day. he offered after all, and his bed somehow felt softer than yours. everything also smelled like him, his sheets, his pillow, his clothes that you ended up in. it felt like a perfect thursday to do absolutely nothing. but then your mind went to the party you promised giselle you would go to.
âparties are important.â you heard giselleâs voice so vividly as you imagined bailing out on her. you imagined that serious look in her eyes as she told you why you should go. âyou need to relieve the stress of the week so you can go back to society on monday happy.â she said.
that would be giselleâs primary reason, declaring any day there was a party as the weekend. you agreed to some extent, thatâs why you reluctantly put your clothes on and grabbed all your belongings before sneaking out of antonâs dorm.Â
thatâs also why you were dancing on sticky concrete in an abandoned dance hall on a thursday night. the eight am lecture you were probably going to skip tomorrow was in the back of your mind as the song changed. giselle opened her eyes only for a moment and smiled seeing you dance, pulling you closer to her as she turned around. at the same time your phone vibrated in your hand, making you look at your screen. the previous text messages of your conversation with anton lit up your face.
anton: went back to my room and you werenât there :(
sorry
anton: no worries i just wanted to see you.
anton: are you going out tonight?
yeah.
are you?
anton: i am now
you continued dancing against giselle as you responded to his message.
anton: what time are you leaving?
idk
iâll text you when iâm ready t|
âshit. i dropped my phone!âÂ
giselle yelled next to you and you could see her immediately look towards the crowd for her device. you used the open messages app like a flashlight, pointing your phone screen towards the ground to illuminate the dark floor.Â
your phone was the only source of light in the party that wasnât an annoying strobing light that did nothing but cast peopleâs faces red, deep blue, and white. both you and giselle squatted to the floor, disrupting the dancing throngs of people around you. you could heard the soles of peoples feet dragging against the concrete from down here, even the occasional sound of feet pulling from the sticky floor. people complained as you two disrupted their groove, feet lifting up to accommodate your crouched bodies. the two of you couldnât be bothered as you waved your phone around. Â
when your phoneâs white light caught on the back of giselleâs phone case you tapped her shoulder.
âthere it is.â you pointed towards giselleâs phone and she picked it up from the ground quickly, turning it on and wiping the screen with a disgusted look on her face. âany cracks?â you asked.
giselle shook her head before sliding her phone into her back pocket.
âno, thank god.â she said.
before you could turn off your own phone and try to enjoy the loud party around you, giselle took a quick peak at your screen. instantly you saw that stupid knowing smile across her face once she saw who you were texting. you turned off your phone immediately and held up your finger before she could speak.
âdonât even.â you said.
giselle laughed and shrugged her shoulders. that was her way of telling you it was basically your fault for having your phone brightness all the way up. you were practically begging her to look at your phone and bring up the fact you were texting anton.
âi wasnât even going to say anything.â when the djâor the glorified auxâfinishes one terrible song to do a terrible transition into another giselle crosses her arms. you turn from the staircase to mirror giselle, both of you watching the booth and the people dancing in amazement. after a second giselle leans to you with a smile on her face. âi was just going to ask if your little shadow was coming.â she says.
you try to ignore giselle, you really try to. you try not to mention your little shadow, the one that spent the better half of three years pining after you. at first it wasnât obvious, you guys were two people who just happened to get along very well. but over time, the playful banter turned into flirting and you started acting oblivious.Â
when antonâs advances started getting bolder and everyone started finding out you denied it more and more. you denied it to giselle, you denied it to antonâs friends and curious onlookersâyou even denied it straight to antonâs face. but when you were with him in his dorm with no friends to hide behind, things came to light. but you two didnât sit the other down to have a meaningful conversation about your relationship. instead you two communicated with your bodies and quiet hushed sounds. deep lingering kisses unveiled antonâs crush and your whimpers told him you felt the same. anton didnât hear you speak for the next two hours until you got dressed a little to fast and headed for his door. just when he was about to call out to you, begging you to stay you turned your head around to face him.Â
âdonât tell anyone about this.â you said.
anton nodded, wanting to show you he was a good listener so you would come back. before you could walk out the door he said one more thing too.
âcan i take you out on a date later?â he asked.
you hesitated before leaving, but you walked out his door and closed it behind you. anton started slumping in his bed, distraught that he ruined his one chance with you. but then his phone vibrated next to him and he was a little too fast reaching for it.
yes you can.
ever since then, you and anton have been stuck in a limbo. you hated the dating scene, especially the one in college, so you refrained from calling what you and anton had as dating. all you knew was that you two were exclusive, you guys hung out whenever you two had free time, and you guys had your numbers saved in eachothers phones with little hearts next to them. you also knew that no one else knew about it, and you wanted to keep it that way.
âanton never comes to these thingsâ giselle said.
even in the darkness giselle could tell you were scanning the crowd. she opened her eyes only for a moment before going back to dancing to the new song while you only swayed. you watched the lights roam and flash over the cluster of people dancing like a spotlight, occasionally shining on peopleâs faces. each face that was illuminated looked unfamiliar, but they almost all had their eyes closed and their hands up, letting the music guide their movements.Â
you shook your head, turning to face giselle. before you could lean over into her ear to yell about how you werenât looking for anton, the words were caught in your throat.
both you and anton saw eachother at the same time. you wouldâve wished to see him firstâit was the main reason why you stayed at a certain part of the dance floor. your spot on the outskirts near the wall gave you a perfect view of the staircase where the entrance was. even if you had to stand next to the stained mattress where a couple made out it gave you a vantage point. he came through the door with his eyes already scanning the crowd, disguised as him trying to find the vibe of the party. but when he found you he kept eye contact, smiling so subtle you knew no one else saw it.
with anton looking at you, and the electronic music playing around you infinity felt distilled. he paused at the top of the stars when you felt another flashing strobe light illuminate your face. you remained dancing, suddenly matching the pumping energy of the people around youâbut your eyes stayed on anton. he had to be pushed by his friends behind him before he broke away from you, flashing a smile over his shoulder before finally continuing down the staircase.
you continued following anton down the stairs, watching him greet almost every single person on the way down. at each step he was dapping someone up, getting pulled in for an embrace as he smiled big. his posse followed behind him doing the same except louder. people came in behind them had to wait for the big crowd to make it down the stairs, but anton couldnât be bothered. he even stopped for a quick conversation in the middle of the staircase, turning his head so some girl could talk directly into his ear. you saw anton listen carefully, probably straining to hear their voice over the blasting music. when he was done he nodded and did the same, speaked with his hands as he yelled in the girls ear. when he was done he didnât linger, only giving his signature smile and looking towards you before you had the chance to look away.Â
you believe antonâs confidence came with becoming swim captain. being regarded as the best at anything in college automatically made you âpopularâ, as if that meant anything outside of high school. but winning awards for your university gave anton enough cool points that he was able to go into any party and be known by everyone, and his easygoing personality made everyone greet him. the fact that he didnât come out to often made his attendance all the more special. even in the dark dance hall you could see the shock on peopleâs faces and the casual shrug anton did said iâm here, arenât you happy? everyone loved him. you almost thought that the dj was going to stop the music to have everyone on the dance floor welcome anton and chant his name to celebrate his recent win. but it was cool and relaxed, thatâs how anton was now.
when he made it to the end of the stairs anton and his friends disappeared into the crowd of dancers. you finally let your gaze drop back down to giselle, whose eyes have been closed for the past god knows how long as she danced to the music.
both you and giselle laughed as she danced against you. too many times in the night you guys would end up like this, getting lost in the music while your bodies pressed against eachother. anton came into your line of sight, standing in front of the staircase while talking to his friends. he chatted with them and you continued dancing with your friend, but the two of you kept holding eye contact. antonâs stares lingered while his friends talked directly to him, replying at the last second or when his friends bump him. giselle turns back to you and you look down at her without missing a beat. when giselle turns you around so you can dance on her, you try to not think about anton watching you.
âiâm going to go request a song. iâll be back.â giselle said in your ear.
you turned back around but before you could respond giselle left you on the outskirts of the dance floor as she went in deep to get to the booth. you still felt the music, moving along as you followed giselleâs head through the crowd.
you were focused on your friend when anton came up to you. he didnât have to timidly tap your shoulder when no one else was around. surrounded by people at party it oddly felt like it was just the two of you, so he touched you the way he always did. he let his arm wrap around your tricep, and he saw your hand immediately go over his and squeeze it. you kept your eyes on the dance floor for a second longer before turning to anton with that bright smile on your face. he smiled too, even when a red strobe light blinded him.
âi like your beanie.â your hand went up to mess with the thick hat, feeling antonâs wet hair touch your hand. âdid you just finish practice?â you asked.
anton nodded his head before turning slightly so he could kiss the hand that was almost playing with his hair. you instantly brought your hand down and scowled at anton, looking around to see if anyone saw. he smiled back at you and his hands went to your hips to feel your rhythm.
âmy friends are getting me a drink.â antonâs eyes went to the middle of the dance floor. âand giselle is preoccupied.â
you turned to see giselle lost in the moment as she continued to dance. with everyone focused on different things you could focus on anton. you liked feeling his hands on you in public, and you liked seeing the lights illuminate different parts of his face. he came in a little closer, craning his neck towards your ear so you could hear him.
âi missed you.â anton said.
you couldnât help but roll your eyes. sometimes you think anton said corny things on purpose just to annoy you or make you cringe. he tried so hard to woo you with the stoic persona he created to try and finally get a chance with you. he tried approaching you like you were on the swim team, trying to dap you up for years like you were one of the guys. once you finally gave anton a chance the facade crumbled. he wasnât casual about anything, evident in the way he got mushy at the drop of the hat wherever and whenever.Â
you leaned close to him, feeling his fingers hook around your belt loops to keep you there.
âyou saw me earlier today.â you pulled away for a second before going back in. âwell you did more than see me actually.â you said back.
antonâs grip on your belt loops tightened at the recollection of this morning. you guys were at a difficult point in your relationshipâif you could even call it that. after you had given anton a chance all those months ago you two had gone on a couple dates but it mainly was about the alone time you spent together in eachothers dorms. anton wondered how long you guys would sneak around before you finally let this become official.Â
the music dropped, filling the room with complete silence. anton spoke straight to your face, trying to see what reaction you would give him.
âyou enjoyed it though right?â anton tilted his head as he spoke. âespecially when i did that thing you like.â he said.
anton said it as confidently as he could, a smirk stretching his lips. now it was your turn to stiffen as you remembered this morning. when you and anton collided, it was always hard to remember all the details. maybe it was your mind trying to save some of your dignityâthe way you called for anton in your moments of desperation made you almost cringe in embarrassment. but when you were face to face with the reason you were desperate he was practically forcing you to remember. antonâs strong body underneath you, his arms rippling underneath your iron grip. everything flooding back made you shyly duck your head, and anton had to smirk to try and hide the heat creeping up to his ears that were tucked into his beanie.
you were saved by the music resuming. instead of responding to anton you let the deep synth made your hands go up, feeling each beat and the rest of your body followed the baseline. the synth made anton feel different, he kept both hands on you as you turned around to continue feeling for the music. without saying a word you came close to him, and he kept a hand on your hip to guide you backwards.Â
the flashing strobe lights syncing up with the music and antonâs chest against your back made you feel the music even more. the entire party danced, even the people on the stairs too cool to do anything else nodded their heads and swayed their bodies. the drink in your hand was taken by anton, you turned around to make eye contact. he kept his eyes locked on you as he tipped your cup back, holding your drink for you so you could dance freely.Â
you looked around for giselle, she had found someone to dance with closer to the center of the floor. you laughed to yourself before trying to emulate her, bouncing a little more and embracing the music to its fullest. from behind you anton leaned forward, until his breath fanned your hair and his chin almost rested on your shoulder.
ânot too obvious right?â anton said.
even speaking at full volume felt like a whisper from the loud music, but you heard him clearly. you shook your head, speaking straight forward as you continued to dance.
âi dance with everyone.â you said.
âeven like this?â anton asked.
when he pulled you by your belt loops until your hips were flush with his, he let his parted lips ghost over the skin of your neck. one of his hands creeped upwards, resting on the exposed skin from your crop top. you let your shirt ride up a little higher when you put your hands up, still moving them with the beat.
as if on cue, the song ended. you pulled away from anton before giselle could notice, taking your drink back from his hands. you saw his friends approaching from behind as giselle started making her way back through the crowd towards you. you had to manually detach antons hands from your body, placing them at his sides as you turned to face him.
âsee you around, anton.â you said, patting his cheek.
when the light flashed on antonâs face again you could see red tint across his cheeks.
âstill gonna text me when youâre leaving?â anton asked.
anton said it underneath the loud music, but you heard him clearly. you nodded your head as you started heading towards your friend. anton still stared at your back as you walked away deeper to the dance floor, not turning back towards his friends until they handed him his drink.
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PAIRING ⸠rich international student!zhong chenle x fem!reader (ft. yan an from pentagon, the8 from svt, yuqi from (g)i-dle, ningning from aespa, ricky from zb1)
GENRES ⸠social media au (smau), fluff, angst, drama, college au, rich kid au, explicit(?)
WARNINGS ⸠profanity, alcohol/drug consumption, portrayals of addiction, sexual jokes, sexual content, (nothing explicitly written out) toxic relationships, stalking, haechan slander đ
SUMMARY ⸠zhong chenle is the owner of many cards. a black card? he owns that. he even has a stanford student id card. the one card he doesnât own though? a green card. and if chenle plays his cards right, he just may be able to secure one by wooing you. or it could all fall through⌠who knows?
UPDATE SCHEDULE ⸠every other day (technically have been updating daily, donât expect that to always happen though đ)
PLAYLIST ⸠here!
TAG LIST ⸠at the bottom (send me an ask or request here if youâd like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠this is the first smau i have ever written⌠so i hope i do chenle justice đ this is heavily inspired by those âyou have big eyes small face whatâs your wechatâ international student memes. + for those who arenât familiar with the term âgreen cardâ refers to a permanent resident card in the us. you need to have a good reason to apply for one, and marrying a us citizen is one way to get one.
CHATROOMS !
PROFILES ONE | TWO
01. the plan
02. ran into the new love of my life
03. love rectangle?
04. refund date
05. inspector yuqi
06. brownie points
07. the world of the elite and broke, i guess.
08. apologies and conflicts
09. cheer up cookies <3
10. 1 plan(?) 3 idiots
11. the truth at last
12. the secret to smooth skin
13. she likes them vulnerable?
14. down bad plan
15. chorse
16. cursed alcohol
17. you look like an eminem
18. ignorance is (not) bliss
19. pinky promise
20.
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a/b/o todoroki shouto x f!reader - dark content
summary - after spending the first 24 years of your life as Young Lord Todoroki Shouto's academic rival, everything changes when on your 25th birthday you present as an omega. Your wealthy family is ashamed, and give you up to the quickest bidder. Don't worry, surely Shouto won't hold a grudge.
cws - this is dark content with non/con and dub/con. arranged partnership au, with omega reader, alpha shou, endeaver also makes reader finish on his fingers, touya's a bit of a creep, vaguely victorian, an au where omega's don't really have rights, predicament bondage, hard impact play, bootlicking, muzzle, dehuminization, endeavor refers to reader as it, breeding, breathplay, use of a riding crop, whipping, aphrodesiac, dacry philia , hard domination, degradation, knifeplay, praise, and then love and soft inadvertent aftercare. yandere.
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The countryside flashes past you, but you keep your eyes ahead. Thereâs a little stain on the upper left corner of the cushion just next to Todoroki Touyaâs head, and if you stare at that, maybe you wonât be sick. You swallow around the gag in your mouth, itâs leather, and it covers the lower half of your face. You canât see the back of your head, but you know it locks on, and you know the keys are in Todoroki Enjiâs pocket. Touya kicks you.
âDoâya even like Shouto?â You donât respond, obviously. Your cheeks are red from crying, and your newfound sensitivity to the world isnât helping, you can smell both of them, and you feel small and shy in this small space with two alphas.Â
âIt doesnât matter, Touya.â Todoroki Enji says, adjusting the white cuffs of his shirt. Youâre wearing a simple white dress, and your hair has half fallen out of its complicated updo, tendrils framing your face. Touya kicks you again, you donât react, even as pain blooms in your shin. Thereâs a leather restraint around your upper arms, pinning them to your body, and your hands are nearly loosing feeling with how hard youâve pulled against the restraint on your wrists.Â
âIs she a virgin?â Touya asks his father, and Enjiâs face glazes over.Â
âApparently not.â He looks over at you. âHowever, given their relationship I decided to acquire her for him anyway. A graduation present.â He sighs, tapping his cane against the floor of the carriage. âHe doesnât have to bond to her, if he doesnât want to, but sheâs healthy, and fertile, so he may if heâd like.â Touya looks back to you. âThis is a gift for your brother.â Enji says firmly. âNot yourself.âÂ
âShe smells good though,â Touya says, cracking a smile. âAnyone ever said that to you, sweetheart?â You make eye contact, and his blue eyes are so cold a shiver runs up your spine. He puts his boot up on the seat right between your legs, pressing against your crotch. A little strangled sound escapes the gag and Enji sighs.Â
âI ought to make sure sheâs in working order.â He takes you roughly into his lap, squeezing your breasts hard enough to make you keen against the gag.Â
âLet me,â Touya says, annoyed. His father shakes his head.
âNo.â Enji lifts your skirts, in full view of his son, and pins your thighs apart. âSoaked.â He murmurs, slipping your white panties to the side. âOmegaâs are absolutely shameless, arenât they?â He rubs his thumb across your clit and itâs a little like being shocked by a million volts of electricity, youâd been touched before youâd presented but this, this was something entirely new. He doesnât pause, slipping a single finger inside you and curling it. Your back arches against his broad chest and he supports your head with his free hand. âEasy,â he says, and you try but itâs not long before youâre cumming on his fingers, tears pooling in your eyes as you look everywhere but at Touya.Â
âI want her.â He says, annoyed, as Enji tucks your face into his neck, palming your entire head and shhing you gently.Â
âYou have proven that you are not responsible enough to care for an omega.â Enji says sharply. âShouto on the other hand-âÂ
âIs a goody fucking two shoes?â Touya protests.Â
âIs about to graduate with a masters in politics, is mature, is an adult, is ready for this. Is my heir. Take your pick.â Touya sours, but keeps his mouth shut. The carriage pulls to a stop, finally, at the beginning of the long driveway on their sprawling estate. The door opens, and the men get out. Enji takes you by the shoulders, and deposits you in the gravel, letting you stand while waving the man driving the carriage away. He keeps a tight hold on the lead around your waist, tugging you inside while he bickers with his son. You tune it out. Itâs a grey and dark day, the sky looks like it might rain any minute. The Todoroki estate is wide and sweeping, the main mansion house is huge and beautiful, stone covered in deep green ivy. The glow from inside is light and golden, under any other circumstances youâd be excited to see the inside. Not today. Lord Todoroki Enji bids Touya a firm goodbye and then leads you up the sweeping staircase in the entrance hallway, not bothering to allow you to shed your shoes. Servants look at you with a mixture of pity and concern as you pass, you avoid their gaze.Â
âShouto!â The lord calls down the hallway, but thereâs no response. You walk for a few minutes, wet boots squeaking on the beautifully varnished wood floors. You struggle to keep up with him, but just when youâre about to trip on your skirts, he stops. He knocks on the a cream colored door, and you're struck by how in any other situation, how unseemly, how taboo it would be for you to see his bedroom.Â
âCome in.â You hear a familiar voice say, tinged with annoyance. Lord Todoroki pushes the door open, and takes you by your upper arms, dragging you inside. You have exactly one second where you read genuine confusion on Shoutoâs face. Heâs standing at his desk, having been in the middle of penning a letter. Realization dawns on him as he reads both the flush and the tear tracks on your face, as he inhales and he can smell you, white florals, gardenia, freesia, madness.Â
âCongratulations on your graduation from university.â Lord Todoroki says, releasing your upper arms. âIf this gift isnât to your liking, we can always replace it.â You swallow, surely, heâd reject you. Based on the last conversation the two of you had had, where it had been revealed that youâd beaten him out for the top academic spot in your graduating class, you could see him telling his father to throw you in�� the mud with the pigs.Â
âA gift?â Shouto says, nearly unconscious of the conversation, eyes on you, guessing what the last day had been like for you, imagining the last twenty four hours of humiiliation.
âYou should breed it, in my opinion,â Lord Todoroki says, feeling you squirm against the restraints. âDo you think you have what you need to break it, it should obey you but I can-âÂ
âI know what I need to do.â Shouto says sharply, and Enji flashes his palms. You recoil involuntarily at his tone and he softens a bit. âGet out.â Shouto takes a step towards you and Enji moves towards the door, hesitating.Â
âYou know where to find me.â He says eventually, and Shouto shrugs. Enji lets the lead he was holding fall to the floor, closing the door behind himself. The two of you are alone, and thereâs a beat before he speaks.Â
âYou poor little thing,â His voice oozes condescension as he takes a step towards you and you realize now, how much taller than you heâs become as the years have passed. âYouâve been crying?â You nod, unsure if itâs the flushed cheeks or red eyes that give you away. âWhy donât we get the first part over with, and then you can take some time and calm down?â You feel hot new tears forming, and he reaches for you. Instinctively you step away. He moves quickly enough to catch you, taking your body roughly and bending you over his bed, pinning you to the mattress as you struggle. âStop, moving,â he grunts, and for the first time you feel the weight of an alpha giving you an order and subdue your movements, even as you hear the metal of his belt buckle clink, and feel him raking up your skirts. âI want you to remember,â he says, âThatâ Iâm taking the time to prepare you, even though I donât have to,â he keeps one palm on your head, pinning it to the bed. You feel him slip two fingers inside you, you whimper against the gag. He scissors them, taking his time to relax the muscle. You stop struggling as you start to feel pleasure along with the humiliation of your former classmate seeing you like this, and feel him pat your back softly with his free hand.Â
âGood girl,â he murmurs, smirk spreading across his face, he smells like clean leather, like the crackling of a fire, like pine. âOmegaâs really do break easily, donât they?â You try to speak through the gag but he chooses that moment to ease himself inside you, and you whimper instead. Youâve never felt this full before, this relaxed, even restrained, even uncomfortable, itâs ecstatic. You feel him comb his fingers through your hair, swearing under his breath.Â
âGood,â he breathes, and the warmth of his praise is like a small fire in your chest. âGood girl.â He rolls his hips against yours experimentally, and watches you relax further, all soft moans and whimpers. He rests one hand on your bound wrists and uses it as leverage to fuck you harder, swearing as he loses his composure, heâd dreamed about this, fantsized about it every time youâd beaten him in class, corrected his answer, flashed a higher test score. Heâd thought of ways he could humble you, heâd imagined slapping the smile off your face, spitting in your mouth, pushing you to your knees in front of him where you belonged. But in this moment, with you so deliciously pathetic in front of him, he finds himself only able to focus on his own pleasure, sure that youâve achieved some kind of climax when your eyes roll in your head and he chases his own high, cumming with a loud groan deep inside you, raking his nails down your back. He takes a minute, keeping a hand on your waist to pin you to the bed while he puts his pants back on. Youâre lost, mind floating far from your body when you feel him push you gently to the floor. âI have to finish a letter.â He says slowly, like you might have trouble understanding. âYouâre going to sit next to me on the ground, understand?â You nod, and he takes the leash and pulls you, forcing you to crawl awkwardly across the floor without using your hands, his cum running down your leg under your dress. You kneel, and watch him sit and write, more tears rolling down your cheeks at regular intervals. After fifteen minutes, he pauses, looking down at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks.
âIâd imagine youâre quite upset, but this is far more natural than any competitive relationship we had.â He says. âYouâre going to serve me, like you would have anyway, but now youâll also carry my heirs.â You swallow, more tears falling. âI wonât expect you to know everything, Iâll train you, Iâm a fair man. Obviously youâre gagged for the time being, but first, please donât speak unless spoken to, donât hold eye contact with me, or anyone unless youâre invited. You keep your eyes on my boots.â He inspects you. âAre you going to speak if I take the gag off?â You shake your head. He bends down, and gently, carefully unlocks the back of the leather strap. He doesnât let any of your hair get caught in it, brushing it back from your face. You resist the urge to groan at the pain when you're finally able to close your jaw after nearly a full day wearing the muzzle.Â
âIf you speak without permission,â he says, and you keep your eyes on his shoes. âIt will come back. If you understand, I want to hear you say âYes, sire.â You canât help yourself, you look up at him indignantly, remembering the times youâd said that same phrase in mockery, teasing him about an argument in class youâd won, about a test youâd beat him out on. He raps your nose hard with one long finger and you instantly recoil, in more shock than in pain.Â
âEyes down.â He says sharply, turning in his chair to fully face you. You let out a terrified squeak. âAppropriate reaction,â he says, still with a cutting tone, âMost of my punishments will be far more uncomfortable.â You stare at his boots, attempting to focus. âSo you are smart enough to follow orders. Letâs hear it, yes, sire.â You find your voice, itâs barely a whisper.Â
âYes, sire.âÂ
âGood,â he says, âNow I want you to kiss my boot.â You know better than to look back up at him, but it takes all your self control not to look up into his eyes, not to look at your former classmate who had to be joking. You hesitate, âI am absolutely and deadly serious.â He says, and you hear the slight condescension in his tone. You lower your head, and press your lips to the leather. âMore.â He says and you kiss it, nearly losing your balance with your hands and arms tied behind you. âNow apologize to it.â He says and he watches you stop yourself from looking up at him in confusion. âApologize for thinking you could ever be my rival,â he snaps, âAnd apologize to my boot for thinking you were ever above it.â You swallow.Â
âI-Iâm sorry,â you whisper, âIâm sorry for thinking, for thinking I was ever above your boot.âÂ
âSo soft spoken now,â He observes, âIs it because youâre afraid of me?â You go to nod and then think better of it.Â
âYes, sire.âÂ
âLick them.â He orders, and you do, crying a little still as you clean his boot, following it with your face as he brings them back under his desk, resting one of them on your face as you hear the scratch of the quill on the paper. Youâre still restrained, licking the part of his shoe you can get to, terrified of what will happen if you stop. You lay on the ground, straining your neck for a full half hour before he stops writing and scoots his chair black.Â
âLook at you,â he says, âWho knew this was what you were good for?â You know better than to try to speak, he presses the flat of his boot against your mouth. âI did.â He says coldly. âI always knew you were nothing unless you were serving me, always.â He pushes it harder against your face. âSo this is how you greet me, youâll get on your knees and lick my boots until I tell you you can stop. Understand?âÂ
âYes,â you manage, âSire.â Itâs hard to get words out around his shoe, but you do your best. He pushes the chair back, standing, and reaches down, taking the lead and walking across the floor, leaving you to scramble on your knees, unable to crawl properly with your arms restrained.Â
âWait here.â He points to the ground and you close your eyes. He gets a box and stands on it, taking some rope from a drawer in his desk and looping it through a metal hook on the ceiling. He works for a few minutes before speaking again. âGet up here and stand on the box,â You struggle to your feet and stumble across the floor, legs asleep. âIidaâs gonna eat shit,â he mutters, a smug little smile on his face as he stands you on the box, going behind you and loosing the restraints on your wrists, You gasp with relief as the blood flows back to your hands, you flex and stretch your fingers. He reaches around and removes the other leather belt from your upper arms, and unlatches the leash from your neck, and you stand, unrestrainedÂ
âYour parents may never have cared if you dressed appropriately,â he says, snatching a shining golden letter opener from his desk, âBut rest assured my property will be properly covered when it goes outside.â He slices down the front of your dress and you let out a nervous gasp, struggling to keep your eyes down as he yanks it off of you, throwing it on the ground. Youâre standing then, in only your corset, panties and stockings. âThis youâll need.â He mutters, removing the corset without destroying it, unlacing it with a mild amount of frustration. He slices through your panties, and you whimper at the proximity of the metal to your skin, but his movements are deft and sure. He throws them on the ground next to your dress. He eyes your stockings, theyâre a white cotton, and they come up to just above your knee. âI canât have you catching cold, and itâs a cool day.â He slides a thumb in between the fabric and your skin, feeling the plush of your thigh, and you keep your eyes downcast as you feel him tying the rope around your body, your wrists, your waist, your neck, running between your legs. It feels a bit loose and strange. You keep your eyes down as he goes to his bedside table and takes out a small bottle, dipping his fingers in something before spreading it between your legs, rubbing it on your already puffy clit. He notices that at his touch, you stop trembling, as if despite what he was doing to you you couldnât help but be comforted.. âWhen I remove the box, you better catch yourself.âÂ
âYes, s-â he pushes it out from under you and you fall, several things happen at once. You stand the only way you're able to, catching yourself on the balls of your feet. The rope between your legs now cuts into your crotch, in a way that brings you some relief from what youâre now certain is an aphrodisiac, but when you rub against it to get relief the rope on your neck tightens. Your arms are wrenched up, behind you, and your back already aches at the way theyâre pulling. You let out a kind of strangled moan, trying to find a way to stand and be comfortable, while he watches with a small genuine smile on his face.Â
âDonât suffocate yourself to cum.â He says, teasing, and you look up at him, then immediately recognize your mistake, fear flooding your face as he scowls.Â
âIâm sorry I, please donât-âÂ
âQuiet.â he snaps. He opens a closet and pulls something out, itâs a long black riding crop,Â
âPlease,â you beg, âPlease, Todoroki-â He moves so quickly you barely see him, whipping it hard across your chest. You gasp with pain, tears springing to your eyes.Â
âTo you,â he says, doing it again, making you dance on your tiptoes, âI am sire, your lord, or Lord Todoroki.â He whips you again. âAll that studying and not a drop of sense in your brain I Â Â Â see.â You gasp again when he does it again, this time on the top of your thighs. He walks past you, and for a moment you think heâs done but he stands behind you, watching you rub your body against the rope, shaking his head. He takes something and puts it over your head, you realize itâs the muzzle and start to struggle in earnest. He pushes the bit back in your mouth and fastens it, coming to stand in front of you. âI was going to let you beg for relief.â He says, shaking his head. âBut you spoke out of turn, and now youâre going to spend the day like this.â he whips your tits again and you yelp against the gag. He keeps going, savoring every little tear, the tinge of your face as it burns in humiliation. He doesnât talk much, stopping if the gag buckle gets tangled in your hair, softly gently fixing it and then going back to whipping your tits. Youâre crying hard by the time he pauses, still alternating between bucking your hips against the rope, gasping for air and hopping around on the balls of your feet. He sighs, setting the crop on his desk and palming his length.Â
âFuck,â he loses his icy composure for a second. âI underestimated how hot it would be to see you cry,â He moves quickly, coming to stand behind you and taking your hips in his hands. Youâre still swollen from last time, but he bullies his length inside, fucking you hard, but after a few minutes, he stops, pulling the gag down. âWanna hear you say my name as you cum,â he growls, âWanna hear you say it.â
âAaa-ah,â you get out, heâs right, youâre close, and heâs so big and warm and close, âS-sire,â you get out and feel his lips on you shoulder.Â
âShouto.â He corrects. âShouto when youâre cumming.âÂ
âShouto,â you repeat back to him, âOh, oh, oh, Shouto-âÂ
âFuck, yes,â he snarls, âWho owns you?âÂ
âY-you, Shouto,â you choke out, and you cum nearly at the same time, you first and then he follows after you, your legs trembling as you go back to balancing on the tips of your feet. He stays curled against you for a second before replacing the gag and flopping back on his bed. You whimper a little, youâre back to having your arms pulled at a painful angle, and without his touch you have nothing to distract from the welts on your chest, which sting and throb. He stares at you, taking his time, running his fingers over the welts, even pressing a kiss to your shoulder.Â
Itâs a full hour before he takes you down, letting you flop to heap on the floor, barely catching yourself on your shaking hands. He leaves you there for a moment and comes back, taking your chin in his hand, forcing your gaze upwards.Â
âYou can look,â he says softly, and you feel him dab your face with a warm cloth, âGood girl,â he coos, your lids flutter shut. âI donât really have it in me to hurt you too badly,â he muses, as if heâs surprised. âI was so angry with you,â he murmurs, carding his hands softly through your hair. âBut youâre really quite docile like this, arenât you,â he cups your face. âLook at me.â You do, and hold his gaze really, for the first time since you walked into the room. âIâll take good care of you.â He murmurs, feeling the warmth of responsibility ignite in his chest. âSome omegas sleep in the stables, but I think Iâd prefer to have you in my bed, hm?â You realize, after a beat, that heâs asking what you think. Despite yourself, you nod. âI thought so.â He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.Â
He gets up and leaves, coming back a few minutes later carrying a basket, setting it on the floor and pulling a dark glass bottle out. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket, and pours some of the liquid, it stains the fabric a dark purple.Â
âShhhh,â he breathes, and you sniffle a little as he dabs at the welts, âShhh, sweetheart.â You feel the pain dissipate wherever he touches the handkerchief, itâs numbing affect apparent.Â
âIâm,â you choke out and he looks at you, âIâm s-sorry, sire.â He stares at you, surprised, and then pats you on the head affectionately.Â
âYouâre doing alright.â He pulls you to your feet, and you let out a soft whimper of pain, sore from having been in an uncomfortable position for so long, âYouâre doing well, come here,â he holds you to his chest, feeling how small and soft you you are pressed against him, feels a deep protective connection forming. âYouâre a good girl, so good.â He presses a kiss to your cheek, lifting you up and setting you on his bed. âYou wanna take a little break, get under the covers and Iâm going to see to your clothes?â You swallow and nod. He doesnât make you verbally respond. âDo I need to tie you down, or will you stay put?âÂ
âIâll stay put, sire.â You mumble, as he pulls the blankets back and tucks them around you. You feel exhausted, joints aching, but somehow, pleasantly full and warm. Shouto kisses your head one more time before leaving, a soft smile on his face as he fixes his jacket, walking down the stairs to the entrance hallway.Â
âHow are things?â His father stands as he passes the sitting room, Shouto scowls, looking away.Â
âFine.â He says, and starts to walk faster.Â
âThey sounded fine,â Touya calls, from the soft satin couch heâs lying on, âPass it around sometime.â Shouto whirls around, eyes narrowed.Â
âYou will not touch her.â He snarls, and Touya cackles, his canines catching the light.Â
âHe will not.â Lord Todoroki Enji stands, putting a hand on his eldest sons shoulder. âYour sons should be your own.â Touya scowls, ripping his shoulder away from his father, and stalking out of the living room. âSheâs behaving?â Shouto nods, ready to leave. âAnd you like her? We can get you another one.â Shouto feels an unnatural, irrational anger ignite in his chest, his hand curling into a fist.Â
âI donât want anyone else.â The words tear from his lips without him thinking about them, and a small proud smile spreads across his fathers face.Â
âGood.âÂ
Shouto meets with a few of the servants and makes arrangements for your clothes, and for a few other things, acquiring more soft dark strips of leather from the stables. He makes it back to you just as the skies open up, rain pounding against the windows of his bedroom. Youâre still asleep, nearly exactly where he left you. He slips out of his jacket, kicking off his boots and slipping into bed beside you, tucking your body into his chest. He inhales deeply, you still smell of springtime, like the white flowers that grew on the trees in the gardens, back when he used to walk with his mother. He rubs your head, and feels you snuggling against his chest.Â
âAre you comfortable?â He asks and you nod.Â
âYes, sire.â You mumble sleepily, he feels you hook a leg around his body. âMine.â You mumble, unconsciously. He chuckles without thinking about it.Â
âReally?â He raises an eyebrow, but you just hold him tighter. âDid you hate me?â He murmurs, âBefore, did you hate me?âÂ
âNo.â You sigh.Â
âNo, hm?â He starts running a long finger down from your forehead to the slope of your nose. âNot going to mind being mine?â You squirm at that.Â
âIs it always going to hurt?â You ask, your voice is small.Â
âSometimes,â he says with a little shrug, âYouâll need to be trained, and also I think you look absolutely beautiful when you cry.â You shiver. âBut sometimes,â he couches, âIt can be nice. Soft.â He keeps stroking your face. âYouâll have heats, and Iâll take care of you,â you squirm a little more, âYou donât like that?âÂ
âNo, sire.âÂ
âIâll have ruts, and youâll take care of me,â he says softly, wondering if thatâs the right way to put it, âItâll probably feel more like Iâm throwing you around.â You let out a soft little noise. âYou donât like feeling out of control.â Itâs not a question. âYouâll get used to it.âÂ
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Murphy's Law | Alpha! I. Midoriya
A/N: This has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for months because I lost interest but the beginning was cute and I didn't want it to go to waste so I wrote some shitty smut just cause, yeah. read it if you want I don't really care âšď¸
TW! ABO dynamics, ProHero/Aged Up, Alpha!Deku, Omega! Reader, Clumsy Reader, Accident Prone reader, condescending deku, reader is attacked and deku saves her, yandere deku if you squint, strangers to lovers, vaginal fingering, marking, not proof read poorly written đ
18+ NSFW Content| MDNI
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Murphyâs Law, in its simplest form, claims that âanything that can go wrong, will go wrong. In other wordsâyou were a walking fucking disaster.Â
Absolutely accident-prone. Wherever you went, chaos followed. It had been that way your whole life. Youâd labeled yourself as a âclutzâ thanking God that you were lucky enough to never get seriously hurt from your negligence, but it seemed that your luck was running out.
The chill of the night air did nothing to quell the sweat beading from your flesh. Brisk wind nipped at your skin, exacerbating the potent stench of a frightened omega. Yes, you were clumsy and, at times, forgetful but you always remembered to wear your blockers!Â
It was just a crazy morning, and you were running late, and you assumed that it would be fine because you lived so close to the restaurant. But you didnât expect the place to be so busy, or for your boss to have you stay an extra hour. Then two. Then four. And before you knew it you were doing a double closing shift because you were the only one available. Poor unlucky you.
That lack of luck continued when you begrudgingly passed a rowdy pack of males that were congregating outside of a liquor store. You ignored their whistles and lewd comments, clutching your bag and picking up the pace. Most of the men shrugged it off, calling you a tease or a âstuck up bitchâ, but one pair of lustful eyes lingeredâthe same pair that were getting dangerously close. Just a few more strides andâ
âCaught âya!â, he growled.Â
The fowl stench of alcohol mixed with the alphaâs licorice like musk made your stomach lurch. You struggled in his grasp, screaming, flailing your arms and kicking wildly until you landed a good hit on your assailant who didnât appreciate it at all.Â
âStupid bitchâ he grunts, wrapping his hands around your strands and bashing your head against the brick wall. Pain blooms in your skull and you feel yourself quickly losing consciousness but before darkness consumed youâyou donât miss the emergence of an earthy aroma soured with anger followed by a blur of green.Â
Then nothing.Â
A scent reminiscent of lush forest meadows and the sound of light tapping and beeping pulls you from your slumber. It was a welcomed change from the potent odor emitting from that feral alpha last night. The memory overcomes any lingering drowsiness, and you bolt upright.Â
The tapping stops.
The sudden movement proved un-advantageous. Bile rose in your throat with dark spots clouding your vision. A figure emerges from the corner of the dimly lit room reaching your side in a fraction of a second. His scarred hand holds a basin to your face, and you ungraciously empty the contents of your stomach. Itâs painful and unsightly. You search for something to ground yourself settling for his thick wrist while you sob and dry heave over the container.Â
âHey, itâs okay.â His voice was soft and soothing, but still held confidence. âI am hereâ.  Soft purrs rumbled from the alphaâs chest, while you retched beside him. Moments later, the alpha placed the basin on the bedside table and brought a damp towel to your face. Gently, he cleaned your face. It wasnât until the cloth left your skin that your eyes fluttered open settling on the stranger.Â
A gorgeous set of gemstone visionaries met your own. Sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief and slightly covered by forest green strands from his messy undercut. Plush pink lips were pulled a slight smirk, highlighting the trademark dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks.Â
âYouâre⌠Youâreâ Dekuâ he finished for you, flashing a close-eyed smile. âAnd youâre (Y/N) (L/N), recessive omega, correct?âÂ
You blinked. âI- yes ⌠How did youâ
âWell, you dropped your purse during the attack, and I got your name from your ID card. As for your second gender, sweetheart a beta would smell you even with all the suppressants they have you on. What happened to your blockers?â
An inexplicable feeling of shame was brought on by his furrowed brow and sudden condescending tone.
âI didnât take them this morning⌠I forgotâ, you tried to look anywhere but his face. You could feel the disapproval in his stare.
The alpha shook his head and frowned.
âThat was extremely reckless. An unmarked omega with a scent as strong as yours should never leave the house without some form of suppressant.â He paused, leaning forward to sniff your hair. âDo you not have a partner or anyone to check on you?âÂ
 Your face felt extremely hot as you shook your head ânoâ.
âI see...â he continued with a smirk, âDo I need to inform the nurse that you lack a babysitter?âÂ
âA b-babysitter!?!? I donât need aâIâm not a baby!â you sputtered, gaping at the large man. He brought a finger to your chin and closed your mouth, earning a cute squeak at the contact. âOh? But big girls wouldnât forget to take their blockers, especially if theyâre going to be out so late. Do you understand what couldâve happened if I wasnât patrolling the area?â
âYes butâ
âSo, you knew better but still didnât do better. That doesnât sound like an adult thing to do.â He cooed; lips upturned to mimic your pout.
âNo!â you snapped, ignoring the Pro-Heroâs raised brow. âThatâs not it! I never usually forget, it was just a busy morning and I live close to my job, so I didnât think it be a big deal but then my boss kept asking me to stay and it got later and later, andâ
âSo, what youâre telling me is that youâre not only forgetful but a pushover as well?â He stated matter-of-factly.
âWhaâ y-youâre meanâ
 Izuku wouldnât admit it, but he loved the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes watered due to his words. You looked like a defiant child. Absolutely helpless and in need of a caretaker. A hero.Â
âIâm sorry, love. I didnât mean to hurt your little feelings, but itâs my job as a hero to make sure that people are safe. Donât you not want me to do my job?â
More guilt. Here was the number 1 hero trying to ensure your safety, but you were acting like a little brat. Maybe you arenât a âbig girlâ.
âmâsorryâ your voice was small, but he obviously heard you, humming for you to continue. âI didnât mean to sound rude. Itâs just that I have really bad luck and itâs frustrating that I always get in these positions. Thank you for saving me though, Mr. Dekuâ.
Thatâs interesting, he thought, hoping youâd elaborate on what you meant by âbad luckâ but when you didnât continue, he just smiled.
âJust doing my job!â.
A few weeks have passed, and things progressed normally. Izuku found himself thinking of you from time to time but itâs fleeting. Heâll catch himself visualizing those pouty lips upturned into a frown as he scolded you and sometimes, he imagined your deliciously sweet scent. Like right now, as he patrolled the streets his senses were suddenly flooded with your delicate saccharine aroma. It was a welcomed distraction from the repetition of his route since things had been slow today. His inner alpha grew restless from the blossoming scent that seemed to get stronger and stronger.
The observant hero scanned the area but saw no immediate signs of you. It wasnât until he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply that he realized that you were two streets over in the college district, so he started to head in your direction. Your scent wasnât as potent as it was during your first encounter, a sign that youâd remembered your blockers, but it would be impossible for him to miss since it was embedded in his mind.Â
Turning the corner, he saw you frantically running up the sidewalk towards one of the university buildings. A report folder was clutched in your fingers with your bag propped haphazardly on your shoulder. It was apparent that you were a student and running late. You babbled frantically into the phone that was balanced between your ear and shoulder, so engrossed in the conversation that you didnât notice a speeding car until it was blaring its horn after you walked into the streets without looking. You stared at the vehicle like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but accept your doom. But then electricity crackled in the air, and you were whirled to the safety of the university stairs.Â
âWeâve got to stop meeting like thisâ, the hero smirked down at you. It was comical watching the little gears turning in your head realizing that Deku had saved your life yet again. There wasnât much time to admire him in the hospital but right now you were close enough to count each freckle in the diamond formation on his cheeks. He was so handsome. And it felt so good in his arms. So safe.Â
âIâ You were interrupted by the ringing of your phone. âShit!â you cursed, pushing off the hero and running towards the doors. âThanks, Mr. Deku!
âAnd then there was oneâ Deku muttered, slightly pissed at your rudeness. This was the second time heâd saved your life. Where was your gratitude? Entitled brat, he thought. What he wouldnât give for a chance to correct your behavior.Â
A week later, incognito Deku was heading out to enjoy the day. It was his first off day in weeks, and he decided to treat himself to a nice meal. He decided on a western style cafĂŠ/bakery that Kirishima had recommended a few weeks ago. Upon entering, he was immediately met with your confectionary scent. Izuku remembered that you worked at a restaurant and since you werenât Japanese, he assumed that this was your place of employment.Â
Izuku approached the dining counter, waiting to be served, and was pleasantly surprised when you came from the back to take his order.Â
âWelcome! What can I get started for you today?â you chirped sweetly.Â
âHmmâa proper thanks would be niceâ. You stilled at the familiarity of the voice, squinting at the unknown patron. Izuku pulled his mask down revealing his familiar array of freckles and pretty plump lips. âIts youâ you smiled, leaning forward with your elbows against the counter. The action presented your exposed cleavage nicely and Izuku found himself licking his lips. âItâs meâ he rasped, eyes traveling between your chest and face.Â
The action did not go unnoticed, but you chose not to comment. Probably just a coincidence, you naively thought.
âWell, thanks for saving my life twice, Mr. Dekuâ you whispered his hero name with a coy smile playing on your glossy lips. It sounded so sweet.  âIt was my pleasure, (y/n)â he whispered your name in a similar fashion while taking your hand in his larger one and running his thumb over your wrist, and you visibly shivered at the contact.
âs-soâ you stammered, pulling your hand to wipe against your apron, âwhat would you like?âÂ
You he wanted to say but you were already flustered. He hummed and tapped his cheek, âI have a taste for something sweet.â His eyes dipped back to your cleavage, and he licked his lips. âAny suggestions?â
Now you definitely werenât imagining that.Â
âU-um well, w-we have lots of desserts, l bake some of themâ.
 That piqued his interest.Â
âOh?â he asked, and you nodded. âMmhmm, itâs a hobby of mines and my boss lets me try out different recipes. Todayâs special is Strawberry Rhubarb pie but with a twist!â you declared proudly. âA twist you say?â he mused, leaning over the counter and reveling in your giddiness. You leaned forward and put your lips close to his ear, covering your mouth with your hand. âI add a sprig of mint for freshnessâ you whisper, tickling the shell of his ear. âItâs my secret ingredientâ.
Fuck you were adorable. All excited like a child presenting a new skill to their parent. It took a lot of willpower to stop his cock from straining against his jeans, but he managed.Â
Deku leaned back with a smirk, âWell then, itâs settled. Iâm gonna have a taste of your little pieâ.
Three slices of pie and a pitcher of coffee later Deku had learned that you were an international student at the universityâs business school and had dreams of owning a restaurant one day. Youâd also disclosed that you didnât really enjoy your job, but you didnât have any financial support. Pretty much helpless and alone, forced to work a crappy job so you wouldnât get kicked out of your even crappier apartment. On a lighter note, you told him some of the things that you were into, and he found that you two had a lot of common interests. It was a pleasant surprise that you were a bit of a âfan girlâ and he happened to be your favorite.Â
âLike itâs just my luck that I meet my all-time favorite person while Iâm moments away from deathâ.
Midoriya frowned when you told him of all the different mishaps youâd gotten into the past few weeks. He counted 23 times that couldâve resulted in serious bodily injury or worse. The alpha wanted to just put you in a little bubble and keep you safe from yourself.Â
âHave you ever thought aboutâ oh shitâ!Â
Somehow, youâd managed to trip over air and spilled the pitcher of coffee on his hand as you were going for a refill.Â
âOh! Ohmygodimsosorry!â You scrambled to wipe his hands clean but ended up spilling more on his pants. The situation was quickly becoming a spectacle, customers snickering, and passersby pointed through the windows. You were so embarrassed and could feel yourself unraveling.Â
The kitchen door slammed open and out walked your supervisor. He was fuming. Throwing out a string of curses before his eyes even landed on you. Tears welled in your eyes as you braced yourself for the routine berating that youâd get every time you messed up during your shift.
âYou useless fucking omega!â He seethed, âCanât do anything right. What are you good for besides laying on your back?â
Midoriya was furious and was itching to use black whip and yank out his weak beta fangs one by one, but he noticed the change in your scent and saw the way your body shook in fear and shame. He was on you in an instant. Pulling you against his chest and releasing calming pheromones. His hood came off in the process making the crowd gasp when they saw his green curls.
Long story shortâ he broke your ex-supervisorâs hand, told him you quit, and carried you bridal style all the way to his home. He explained that you would never be setting foot in that place again and that heâd be taking care of you from now own. When you tried to protest between sniffles, he just shushed you and pressed your face closer to his chest.Â
You were now sitting in the bathtub while Deku rinsed conditioner from your freshly detangled hair. Izuku kneeled behind the tub with his chin resting on your shoulder. He was content. Humming softly as the pads of his fingers traced your skin. Neither of you spoke. His hands felt so good on your skinâit was easy to just âlet goâ like he suggested when he first undressed you. Your heavy eyes had shut at some point but fluttered open when his hand ventured down to part your thighs.
Izuku nuzzled against your neck just as his fingers slipped through your sticky folds to circle your clit. Soft kisses pressed against your skin left a burning trail down to your scent glands. His tongue rolled against the flesh eliciting needy whimpers and whines. You bared your neckâencouraging his musings, gasping when sharp fangs began to prick your skin. The hero chuckled darkly loving the way you melted for him. So pliant. So perfect.Â
âBeing so good for me right. So good. Spread those legs a little more, thatâs right. So prettyâ He cooed sweetly, âLove takinâ care of you like this. You like it too, donât you baby?â A particularly lewd moan was the only response you could muster given the fact that heâd just slipped a thick digit in your needy hole. â âcourse yâdo, bunny. oooâyou got so t-tight just then. Wanna be my little bunny?â Izuku suckled at your glands sending your omega into a frenzy. She was screaming, crying, desperate for him. You wanted him so bad that you could taste it. âPlease âzuku. Wanâ it back. Need it, Alphaâ you hiccuped, grinding your cunt against the heel of his hand. âWant it all. Wanna cum. Wanâ your cock. Wanna be yours, mark me please al-ahhh~~
Sharp fangs pierced your skin immediately sending you over the edge. Izuku suckled at the mark, prolonging your climax. Your body eventually settled in the pink tinged water, exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut but you felt something hard prodding at your lips.
âSay ahh, bunnyâ.
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WHO ARE U?; HAECHAN [smau] masterlist
đâš Ö´ÖśÖ¸ pairings: haechan x f!reader
đâš Ö´ÖśÖ¸ tags: college au, smau, fake acc
đâš Ö´ÖśÖ¸ synopsis: when renjun asked her to create a fake twitter acc to take revenge on haechan she did not expect to fall in love
đâš Ö´ÖśÖ¸ warnings: suggestive humour
âš characters 01; y/n & friends
âš characters 02; haechan & friends
âš chapter 01; leave it to me
âš chapter 02; pubg mates
âš chapter 03: useless
âš chapter 04: m y p u s s y i n b i o
âš chapter 05: man..?
âš chapter 06: sylvanians
âš chapter 07: us â¤ď¸
âš chapter 08: Im like TT
âš chapter 09: who?
âš chapter 10: delusional
âš chapter 11: giving up
âš chapter 12: two
âš chapter 13: closure
âš chapter 14: scammed
âš chapter 15: ALMOST there
âš chapter 16: good luck
âš chapter 17: YN LIKES ME
âš chapter 18: finale
âš bonus
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