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magicxc · 3 years

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Twice My Age

Pairings: Andy Barber x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: After a spring break trip doesn’t go as planned, reader quickly finds another way to make up for the inconvenience.

Word Count: 6461

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism, Spit 4 Lube, Size Kink Kinda, Clit Slapping, Aggressiveness??, Degradation

A/N: Not the deadline being in February and me just getting this done. *hides in shame* Sheesh @tom-whore-dleston, when I tell you I was fighting for time omg.

I’m just really glad I managed to push this out. It’s a wee bit of a slow burn because I had so much I wanted to get off my chest with daddy Andy for obvious reasons lol. I wanted to flesh out each character and even extend this piece to a cute lil mini series, but my brain was like nahh, give her the smoot ASAP!!

So I gave you the smoot 😉 with my prompt being Dads Best Friend and my character being Andy Barber, I present to you:

A snippet of my brain.

P.S. also wanna congratulate Jordan on her increasingly growing followers. She’s such a gem and deserves every good thing life has to offer <3

P.P.S. lol besties, I’m writing this with tears in my eyes because I don’t remember this piece from memory and my stupid, fucking computer deleted the edited version when I had like TWO fucking lines left. Bout to cry again, omg. But anyway, I just wanted to mention that I had LOADS of fun jumping from character to character and even shared a concern or two that things may seem confusing. But I’m super positive that I was able to tie up all loose ends and write this in a way that was easy to digest.

You know that saying that goes something along the lines of you’re only friends with some people because you see them five days a week? Well what if I told you that, that same saying rings true for college buddies too? That even though you may only see your classmates twice a week for bio, or your roommates at night time, or your teammates during practice - a big part of your friendships are formed strictly out of convenience. Steph from Chem? Yeah you think you’re best friends now, but what about two years down the line when she’s no longer lending you her periodic table sheet. Or how about Lenny from the cultural arts club? How cool do you think you’ll be when there are no more study abroad trips to be experienced? And this is not to say that there are any hard feelings that linger, but more so to say that people grow apart. And sometimes the bonds that you form with them aren’t as deeply rooted as you’d like to believe. All it takes is a little time, some distance, a new family - or in this case, all three.

That was what happened between Andrew and Andy. They’d actually started out as, what’s the word - ahh yes, frenemies. In all honesty, there was really no good reason for them to be "beefing" as the kids call it. It was more so the fact that Andys boys didn’t get along with Andrews; and they just so happened to get caught up in the collateral damage of it all. But all that changed come junior year when it dawned on them that they were going to be roommates.

Ha, talk about awkward. Oh trust that they both went bitching to every ear that was willing to listen, writing every letter to anyone that would read it. But unfortunately their RC wasn’t having any of it. That bitch blocked them every step of the way, cementing their living circumstances. Something about one of them being an Aquarius in mercury gatorade. Man, those astrology psychos are annoying. Just the other day one of the coffee shop baristas mentioned that oat milk being her preference is the Scorpio in her - whatever that means.

But as the weeks rolled on by, Andy found that Drew wasn’t so bad to be around after all. The tension became thinner, he found himself laughing at a joke or two, and their conversations grew beyond the occasional "are we out of paper towel?" Truth be told, the drama surrounding their friend group never had anything to do with them in the first place and they soon came to the conclusion that they should’ve formed their own opinions on one another unbiasedly.

Junior year turned into senior year and senior year formed a brotherhood. Andy and Andrew found themselves joined at the hips, as some would say. Where one was, the other wasn’t too far behind, more would joke. They had classes together, shared a living space together, got shit faced drunk together, and in the months to come, managed to walk across the stage together.

But something shifted after graduation. Now that they were done with undergrad, with Andy in law school and Andrew in medical, time together seemed a distant memory. Hitting up the local frat parties? Done. Starting food fights in the cafeteria? Finished. Petty arguments over bone-in or boneless wings? Miss it. Them living in the same quarters? No more.

And even though they would meet up once or twice a week for a couple of beers to catch up on daily life, after a while, even that seemed strained. And that was the time. Time spent away from one another to create a life worth living, to build a legacy they busted their asses for.

The distance came several years down the line when Drew got a job opportunity down in Atlanta. And while Andy was excited for him, he was also super bummed to see his buddy leave Bawston. Of course they would still communicate, but it was nothing like being able to catch up in person. Though, he’ll admit that ATL definitely seemed like a good fit for him for the simple fact that Drew constantly bitched about the cold weather, so Andy figured some southern sunshine would thaw him out good. Not to mention the food and the women, shit he was considering moving down there with him. And that was the distance.

The family eventually came later. Shortly after Drew left for the south, Andy met Laurie. A couple years later, he popped the question, Jacob came into the picture and then they walked down the aisle - where Andrew stood as his best man. It was there that Andy met Drew’s soon to be wife Sienna, whose water just so happened to break during the reception. Sheesh, talk about bad timing. They’d never seen Laurie so hysterical and not for the bouncing bundle of joy no; it was something about ruining her moment. In all fairness, the baby could’ve waited a little bit longer.

But that was a baby Andy, unfortunately, didn’t get the chance to see past her second birthday. The older he and Drew got, it seems the more life pulled them apart. And while they’d still manage to hit each other up for the latest play offs or upcoming birthdays, nothing beats their times together, creating chaos through the university halls. Nonetheless, Andrew and Andy remained the best of buds no matter their time spent away from one another. Drew knew that at the end of the day Andy would do just about anything for him. And it seemed anything was on the other end of the line as Andy watched the name flash across his phone screen.

|~~

The shrill alarm that rings in my ear is enough to piss me off already. And it’s such a shame because the day just started. But I was never an early riser to begin with. My only saving grace is that I was one day closer to five days worth of a spring break. The downside you may ask? I have nowhere to spend it.

It seems my parents are dishing out a little “tough love” as they call it. I mean yeah, I maxed out my credit card, but when would I ever get the chance to snatch some meet and greet tickets for the bad gyal again? Fucking never is the answer. We all know that woman is iffy when it comes to music, let alone tours, so I jumped at the chance to see her. But the queen doesn’t come cheap. And apparently neither did those bank notes. Man, I don’t think I’d ever seen my parents so upset. They legit had me scared to even look at my phone, jumping at the slightest beep in case it was them calling to give me an earful again.

Snoozing the offending noise, I tuck myself beneath the covers only for my mind to wait in anxious anticipation of when the piercing sound will shriek again. Realising that there’s not much sleep in my future, I chuck the covers to the side, roll out of bed, and head for the shower, ready to get a start on my tumultuous day.

|~~

“Stopping every time you get unmotivated means that you lack discipline,” my professor preached from the front of the class. “Discipline will make you do things naturally and effortlessly, whereas motivation just depends on your mood.”

“Yeah well I’m disciplined, if not determined, enough to make my trip to Mexico this weekend,” Kyle shouts from the corner of the room.

“I wish you’d show that same energy in your class work,” the professor retorted.

“Sorry Mr. Banks, but how am I really gonna use this philosophy class in my daily life?” he quips. “I mean, sure the conversations are thought provoking, but how will any of this help me in the real world?”

With a deep, heavy sigh my professor drops his head and utters the fact that he wished he lacked the same critical thinking skills as Kyle, and how happy he seems in his daily life without it.

My mouth curves into a jaw dropping smile and the entire class erupts into a series of gasps and laughter, way too stunned that the mild mannered and soft spoken professor had such a savage moment.

“Kyle,” Mr. Banks huffed “and this goes for anyone else that feels the same way. If you have managed to make it to week 14 out of a 16 week semester with me, with the idea that this class only serves as an elective, don’t even show up for finals.”

“Oh I wasn’t going to do that anyway,” Sarah chirps from behind me. “Catch me in Cali by 10pm tonight.”

“Well let me give you a head start. Get out,” Mr. Banks demands.

A hushed silence falls upon the classroom as Sarah awkwardly unzips her bag to pack her belongings; everyone else having realised that maybe we have gone too far with the professor.

“As I was saying, motivation is based purely on internal inspiration and discipline can be thought of as the strategy or the force behind which you get there. Both motivation and discipline are important yet codependent in achieving the goals you set for yourself. And for your final, I’d like you to write a ten page paper on how you use them in your daily lives. How you were able to overcome one of life’s many hurdles. Maybe even how you’ve used both to succeed in my classroom. Take tomorrow’s class time as an extra day to mull over your thoughts. The paper is due two weeks from now. Stay safe, enjoy your breaks, and come back prepared to discuss the effects of nature vs nurture. And while there may be no stupid questions, I do believe in stupid answers; you’re dismissed!

“Well damn, what crawled up his ass,” Michelle snickered from beside me.

“He’s just tired of yall shit,” Walter grumbled as he headed for the door.

“Anyways,” Michelle sassed, turning toward me. “I cant believe your parents cut you off.”

“Right! It’s not like they don’t have money to spare, why they insist on being so stingy with me is unbelievable.”

“Mhmm, wish you could come,” she pouted.

“WiSh YoU cOuLd ComE,” I mocked. “Michelle, money is the very least of your problems, if you really wanted me to come, you’d spot me.”

“Last time I checked, I wasn’t an ATM beloved so I suggest you sort that out,” she chided. “Preferably before they start renovations on the west wing.”

“ON THE WHAT?? That’s where we stay,” I bawled.

“Duh, that’s why I’m telling you.”

Grabbing our things, we carry on in light conversation, mostly of Michelle telling me about all the fun activities she has planned for the trip. And as we head back to the dorms where I’ll, no doubt, have to watch her pack her suitcases and rub it into my face, I briefly wonder why I continue to hang out with such shallow individuals.

|~~

“But daddddd,” I whined into the phone. “In all fairness, you never told me I had a limit on the card.”

“Listen to me and listen to me good. I will continue to cover your books, tuition and whatever class related miscellaneous fees that may come up, but anything else is on you. So you better find out who’s hiring.”

“Ok, but they’re literally going to be renovating the west wing on campus, something about a pipe failure - which means NO water,” I protested.

“Y/N, water will be the very least of your worries if you have to come down here for spring break.”

Gulping, I decide that now is the time to shut the hell up. My dad is the more easy going parent and to have him this fuming at me honestly has me a little bummed. I mean, I used to have him wrapped around my finger and ever since my little sister was born, its like fuck how I feel. He then goes on to tell me how DiSaPpOiNtEd he is in me and if that’s the same recurring speech I have to listen to when I go back home, I think I’ll take my chances dying of thirst up here. So much for choosing a college out of state, I still have to hear my parents bitch and moan. Who woulda thought.

I manage to make up some lie about campus admin allowing students to stay in the east wing dorms for the time being, and as usual my parents eat that shit up. Before saying our goodbyes, daddy mentions his lawyer buddy Andy and how he lives not too far away just in case anything may come up. I honestly forgot Andy even existed and just as I’m about to reject it, mum mentions the neighbourhood that he resides in. And that brings a sly grin to my face.

While I may not be able to slut it up in Miami with the rest of the girlies, I can at least use up some of their free resources. And in that moment, I decide to set up a tinder account, hoping to find men in Andy's neighborhood. Maybe then I’ll get some sucker to spend some racks and really make my spring break worth it. Saving his number in my phone, I hang up from my parents and give him a quick call - watching as his number flashes across my screen.

|~~

Driving into the diners lot, I park and touch up my lipstick, capturing a quick selfie to upload to my dating profile. I’d be lying if I said that was the only reason I came here with a face beat for the gawds. I don’t remember much about Andy, except for the fact that he’s daddy’s bestie. But while we were on the phone, I noticed something very…sexy in the way he spoke. The way it steadily drifted through the line, all warm and buttery. I know Andy is supposed to be a family friend or whatever, but if he’s forty then so am I cause ya girl is ready to see if the face matches the voice.

I picked the diner, feeling most comfortable in this setting. This place has seen me through some of my drunkest moments, stuffing my face with their fluffy pancake goodness. And it seemed neutral enough cause who doesn’t like to eat, plus the people here are so nice.

Stepping inside, I scan the crowd, examining every patron in hopes of spotting the man of the hour. It takes a moment until I meet the gaze of the blue eyed hawty, mouth curved into a small smile as I make my way over to the table.

|~~

Staring down at the menu, I notice that they have something by the name of a footlong hot dog. And my mind is beyond boggled cause where do they even find that much meat? No way all of that is real. No wonder the prices in here are so affordable, they’re feeding the customers mystery meat. Gently closing my menu, I slide it forward already knowing that I won’t be consuming much of anything. Hands clasped together on the table and eyes glued to the door I straighten up, and patiently wait for my new house guest.

Imagine my surprise when I got the call from Andrew that his baby girl needed a place to stay for the spring break. I was fixing to ask if money was becoming an issue for him until he told me that this was all a part of the tough love that he was giving her. I mean I get it, I’ve come close to strangling Jacob a time or two; and Andrews my boy, so I don’t mind doing him this favor. Plus I can imagine how lonely it must be around this time on college campus. I’m seriously hoping she’s something similar to her old man though. It’ll be great to have someone to play NBA live against; and if she’s anything like him, I’ll be kicking her ass in that too. Or maybe she likes to crack open a cold one, though Drew was a bit of a lightweight. And even though she might like -

My inner thoughts die on my tongue as I see this…this woman make her way towards me. Y/N? Drew’s Y/N? Body stiffening in my seat, I inhale a sharp breath of air, unable to help but notice what long legs she has. And those hips, how full they are. Even her breasts, the way it -

“Andy?” she asked curiously.

Beaming up at her, I let out a hearty laugh as I stand up to greet her with a hug; gesturing for us to sit down at the table. Introductions get exchanged as we take a seat to discuss what the next couple of days will be like.

“I only have one question,” I stated. “You maxed out Drews credit card to see RiRi?”

“Andy please, you would’ve too had the Backstreet Boys been coming to town,” she defended.

“Yeah, well unlike you, I can actually afford to see them."

If slack jaw buggy eyed was somewhere in the dictionary, it’d have a picture of her face next to it. Oh yeah I took it there, she better recognized.

“ANDY NO WAY YOU JUST CAME FOR MY LIFE LIKE THAT,” she shrieked.

“Loud again, what else is new?” the waitress asked as she pulled out a notepad. Her name tag reads Sugar and I find that too ironic.

“Sugar mama, don’t be acting brand new."

“So the usual then,” Sugar laughed.

“The usual,” Y/N confirmed.

“And for you sir?” She pointed at me.

“They have really good hotdogs here,” Y/N suggested.

“A cup of coffee will do.”

“Coming right up,” the waitress said. And with that, she left.

I wonder if Drew would hate me if he knew the impure thoughts I have running through my mind right now. Like on a scale of 1-10 how pissed can he reasonably be if I put his daughter through a mattress. This could all be a part of the tough love lesson right? Yeah that’s not gonna slide, even for me. Maybe I can make up some last minute excuse for her not to stay over cause, I’m not sure I can contain myself. A gentle hand sliding across mine brings me back to the present - apparently she’d been speaking to me.

“I was asking how’s your family, daddy mentioned that your son is almost in high school.”

“Yeah, I kinda want him to slow down. It seems just yesterday I was swaddling him in his blanket.”

“Yeah, well he can’t stay a kid forever, they gotta grow up.”

“That they do,” I said, swiping my tongue across my bottom lip.

A mug of coffee being slid in my direction breaks whatever the hell kind of trance I was in. But it isn’t until I go to grab it do I realise that Y/N’s hand still lingers on mine. An awkward clearing of the throat sounds from above as I watch the waitress slide a banana shake over to Y/N while simultaneously giving me the stink eye. She snatches her hand away and thanks the lady before grabbing a straw and sinking it in. An audible moan leaves her mouth and I’m itching to see how good the milkshake really is; but not from the cup.

“So spring break for you is going to be what, four to five days?”

“Five to be exact,” she says swallowing. “But I can leave sooner if need be.”

“No, not at all. I’m a man of accuracy is all,”

“Alright cool, I just need to make a quick stop to the mall first.”

“With what money?”

“Rule number one, smart ass, is always have multiple sources of income.”

|~~

I literally have $200 left to my name and that was from a wild ass girls night out. How I managed to come home $200 richer is beyond me, but I try not to question the Lord’s blessings. All I know is that broke or not, I’ll find a sale. And that’s how I found myself picking up everything in sight in this Bath and Body Works store. Anybody that knows me knows that I go crazy for these candles and I’ll be damned if I let daddies pettiness get in the way of my $12 sale.

Meanwhile Andy is over here swiping his card like his life depends on it; something about being a good friend to daddy. Dammit, I wonder if he needs another best friend. And he lives around the corner? I’ll tutor his son Jason in math or something if it means I’ll get spoiled like this.

Ok, so I managed to get away with BBW, Perfumania, and even Pink. Now I’m ready to see how deep those pockets really go as I step into Lane Bryant. I’ve been needing a new set of bras for a minute now and anyone with a big chest knows that they’re where it’s at for any decent bra. But imagine my surprise as I walk in the store and find that they’re promoting a sale of their newest lingerie line to drop. Well if it isn’t my lucky day. I’m running into sale after sale, shit I may just need to meet more of daddy’s friends.

“Andy, I think a surprise gift from here would send your wife over the moon,” I gushed while holding up a purple, mesh two piece set.

I’m thinking if he can get something out of this store run then maybe I wouldn’t have worn out my welcome so to speak. Cause I just spotted a leopard print bra that I CANNOT leave this store without and if I have to kiss some ass and pick out a thing or two for his wife, then so be it.

“I don’t know, purple isn’t really her color,” he hesitated.

“Well, what’s her color?” I urge.

“Hmm, for starters, she’s more into softer palettes. She likes to play it safe,” he says, tracing the outline of a bustier on the rack. “But uhh, I don’t think this is totally appropriate.”

“Andy, I’m a grown ass woman,” I protested. “I’ve found myself in more compromising situations; besides, a lady loves it when her man surprises her from time to time.”

Dammit, this isn’t enough. Andy’s looking less and less convinced by the minute. I mean earlier today, I practically finger fucked his hand back at the diner, he’s been spending money on me without a single ounce of complaint, but he draws the line at lingerie for his wife? No wonder daddy moved away, this town and its people are weird.

“I mean what better way to spice up a relationship right? And even if Laurie doesn’t like it, it’ll open up more doors to figure out what works best for y’all, hmm.”

Ok, so there’s some scratching of the head, I’m getting somewhere, he’s at least considering it. I just need something to tip him over to the edge.

“Sometimes these clothes can seem a little too intense but I promise it’s not so bad once you actually get it on some skin” I surmised. “Tell you what, I’ll even try on a few if you’re up to it?”

Hook, line, and sinker: got his ass. His open posture told me all I needed to know.

“There’s a few things that caught my eyes, surprise surprise,” I laughed. “Just pick out three items and meet me back at the dressing rooms,” I scream out as I make my way to the other end of the store, hoping to hurry the hell up before he comes to his senses.

|~~

Alright so I have three sets of bras, one corset, a teddy, and two pairs of lace panties; ya know, something light to hold me over into the next semester. I just have to make one more pit stop before the register I thought, sashaying into the dressing room. What’s the point in buying them if they don’t fit right?

As I’m preparing to change back into my clothes, a light tap on the door breaks my concentration and for a minute I forgot all about Andy boy out there. I decide to stay topless and open the door wide enough to give him a taste, just in case he’s coming here to give me some holier than thou sob story.

“Andy, did you find anything?”

“Uhh, ye-yeah,” he says attempting to avert his gaze. “I managed to get a few things I think Laurie would really appreciate.”

Thankfully he misses the sly smirk that dangles at the corner of my lips and all but shoves the items into my hand before marching in the other direction. I close the door and slap my hands over my mouth to suppress my laughter; cackling hysterically. Finally managing to have calmed down, I step back and actually take in what it is that he picked out.

First up is a mint green camisole silk set with the boy shorts to match - BORING. Where is this Laurie chick going, to a sleepover? After that, is a royal blue babydoll chemise and honestly, I cant even be mad at it, I’m a little impressed. For once it seems like they actually fuck. And last, but certainly not least, oh I think Andy is fucking with me on this one - its a midnight black two piece lace lingerinie with the garter belt to match; and I may just take this one home with me. No way his wife would actually wear this.

Game recognizes game, he just wants me to try it on cause it’s the only time he’ll ever see a woman dressed in one of these outside of a porn website. And after all the money he spent today, it’s only right that I put on a little show for him.

“Oh Andyyyy, there’s a snake in my boot,” I jested; trying my best to lighten the mood. “Coming to you straight outta Bawston, your newest Fenty line addition, let’s give it up for this silk two pieceeee. Can ya say green is my color?”

The chuckle that escapes him is rich. Honestly I should really get paid for this. I mean the joy that I bring to peoples lives, it’s a skill to be honest.

“Oh wow, you wear that better than the hanger,” he jokes.

“Don’t I? But how do you think Laurie will like it?”

“Oh I think it’s in the bag,” he whispers lowly.

“Alrighty, well let me go ahead and change into item number two,” I winked, walking back into the dressing room.

Now the next one is honestly sexy and a sure fire way to spice up whatever boring sex I’m sure he suffers from at home. For goodness sake, Laurie should thank him everyday he walks through that door without cheating. Considering this next piece falls like a dress, I’m wondering if I should be a little naughty and go commando. It’s not like we’re putting it back on the shelf, I mean if anything I’ll take it home if the wife doesn’t want it.

“Are you ready?” I asked, peeking from behind the door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I mean this dress IS a little revealing Mr. Barber, I think it’s only right you step inside for this one.”

He releases a loud puff of air and I can see the war going on behind his eyes; actively fighting mind over body on if he’ll actually go through with this. But I’m so over his morals, I mean come on, we’ve already made it this far. And it’s not like I’ll go blabbering to my father about how I modeled lingerie to his best friend, so he might as well enjoy the show.

“This sale is really driving in the customers and I-I would hate to see you exposed while doing me a favor,” Andy rambles on.

Making his way toward the door in unsure steps, he gets within arm’s length and I drag him in the rest of the way, all too giddy for my own good. Closing the door behind me, I turn to Andy to find him frigid and noticeably uncomfortable; but that’s more so from those naughty thoughts he has swirling around in his head. And I think, why not make this interesting. Twirling around, I give him a complete 360 of the dress, pulling at all the places that would accentuate my curves. I even manage a soft moan or two in between and give a couple poses to really sell the point.

“So? Whaddya think?”

“I think that Laurie is in for a treat.”

Do I see beads of sweat? Ohhh my gosh, I cannot wait until I get ahold of Michelle.

“So item number two is a go?”

“It’s a go,” he mutters.

“The last ones up next, I won’t be long,” I promised.

He nods his head and shuffles his way to the door, only his eagerness has him bumping into the line of clothes I have hung up, each of them tumbling to the floor. He’s quick to mumble out apology after apology and I seize this opportunity to really send this man over the edge.

“Andy, it’s okay, I’ll pick it up. Just go around me, I won’t be long.”

Bending down, I grab each item and there’s a cool chill that reaches my heat, letting me know that I was fully exposed. It isn’t lost on me that the incessant chattering from behind had also stopped. BINGO! Raising up to my full height, I go to shoo Andy out the door, only to get slammed into the wall behind me. Pupils wildly dilated, Andy is hunched over me, heavily panting, as his warm breath fans over my face. There’s something about him that looks so feral and I almost cream at the sight.

“All day, I was confused,” Andy admitted. “Your hand on mine at the diner, the way you’d twinkle your eyes at me in each store, and even going so far as to help me pick out a few clothes for Laurie?”

“Andy, thats -“

“I thought, maybe this chick just comes off flirtatious, but now? Oh there’s no mistaking your intentions now.”

“And what are you going to do about it now that you know I find you sexy?” I challenged.

“I’m gonna give you what you want."

“Right now?” I panicked. “There are other shoppers in here too.”

“Guess you better be quiet then,” he said sliding his hands between my thighs.

Knocking from the other end of the door has my eyeballs bulging out of the sockets. Heart galloping in my chest, the only thing I can hear is its rapid beating. I’m stuck somewhere between answering it and pretending not to be here, but the way the lady is speaking from the other end, it’s safe to say the jig is up.

“Miss, are you okay, I heard a big bang on the other side of the wall,” the store associate chirped.

“YeAHHHH, so-sorry about that, I’m a bit clumsy today.” I responded.

Oh this one likes to play dirty huh. It was at that moment that he decided to push his fingers inside me and it took everything in me not to screech, cause for one I’m still sorta dry. And it’s not like Andy has small digits.

“That’s no problem love, just remember our store is having a BOGO free sale on bralettes for today only.”

Damn does she ever shut up. Ripping pierces my ears as Andy attempts to pull the chemise down to free my nipples. He effectively ruins the material and pops my boob into his mouth without a care.

“Also, you broke it you bought it. Happy shopping!” the sales lady sings as she skips away.

“Ugh bit- yeowww Andy stop,” I whisper yelled to him.

“I’m so sorry baby, I just got a little carried away.”

Popping my nipple back into his mouth, I feel my body start to slacken up if you catch my drift, which allows him to drive his fingers into me with a little more ease.

Andy builds up a nice little momentum. One hand is steadily tweaking my nipples while his mouth slobs on the other. His expert fingers continue to thrust into me, while he drags his thumb across my clit and each time I shiver ever so slightly. My hips begin to roll in rotation at this divine sensation and just as he feels my walls start to squeeze him a little too tightly, he yanks his hands out of me.

“If you think that Im gonna let you cum anywhere but my dick the first time we fuck, then you must be as slow as your pops thinks you are.”

“Okay rude,” I grumbled.

Andy pulls away from me and takes a seat on the mini bench, unbuckling his pants and placing his semi erect dick on full display. And oh my, what a display it is. I swear I almost drool at the sheer beauty of it. The way his precum slowly oozes out of the mushroom tip. The way that his angry, swollen veins strains against his delicate skin. And oh my, how can I resist the way that his dick twitches in anticipation, just begging for some sort of relief. Coming in at least eight inches, I’m ready to risk it all; daddys life long friendship be damned. He motions me forward with his fingers, yanking me toward him, the closer I get, until I’m kneeling before him - doe eyes gleaming with want.

“The only reason I dont have my dick touching the back of your throat right now is because I’m feeling a little eager today,” he boasted. “So get your ass up here and ride me facing the mirror so you can see what a whore looks like when they cum.”

Well shit, that’s if I haven’t come already. Oh boy, do I love my man with a twinge of aggression. Climbing into Andy’s lap, I hover above him and slowly sink myself onto his member until I reach the hilt; feeling the wind knocked out of me as I do so. My back to his chest, I inhale sharply, trying to remember to breathe as this man stretches me out.

“Don’t be shy, you can move,” Andy taunts.

“I just need a minute okay,” I sassed back.

Spitting on his fingers, Andy slaps it onto my clit and I jump up in a bit of painful shock. He does it again and a small shriek makes it way from the back of my throat. Only this time when his fingers land on my clit, he begins to rub them in figure eight motions. It gives me slight relief and I lean my head against his shoulders as I try building the strength to fuck this man; only a harsh grip on my jaw jolts me out of my solace.

“Oh no, none of that,” Andy states while facing my head forward. “You wanna spend my money like a grown woman, then you can get fucked like one too, so ride me NOW,” he enunciated with a firm squeeze to my cheeks.

My trembling hands linger over his thighs as I hold on for balance and start to steadily slide up and down his shaft.

“Oh come on, all that big shit you talked earlier, this is the best you can do?”

“Andy, I’m trying."

His hands speed up on my clit and finally the moisture that I need accumulates enough for me to slide down him with a little more ease. I manage to pick up my pace ever so slightly, blowing out small huffs of air in order not to scream out my delight.

“There you go princess, now you know what it feels like fuck on a real man huh?”

Nodding my head vigorously, he tuts in disapproval.

“No, Y/N I need words”

“Yes, Andy, Yes!” I moan out.

“Go ahead and tell me how I’ve ruined you for any other little college boys.”

“You’ve ru-ruined, ahh God.”

“God’s not here right now Y/N, get it together.”

The juices that I feel slithering down my thighs ought to have me ashamed. I have literally never had this reaction with another man before, and I’ve been with quite a few.

Bouncing on Andy’s dick in earnest, his steady assault on my bud has me seeing stars. And the way he’s insistent on me watching myself in the mirror, clenching my jaw steady while his other hand holds my waist in support? I think I might fall in love. Shit, I couldn’t care less about being loud at this point or the wet noises I’m sure the other patrons can hear. The way my eyes are rolling back, I’m somewhat embarrassed at the faces this man is pulling from me.

“Shhh,” he whispers while kissing along my neck. “Do you really want everyone to know how dumb you get when you’re stuffed full of dick?”

A loud cry makes its way past my lips and the hand that was once holding my face is now clasped tightly over my mouth; which I am SO grateful for as I whimper endlessly into his palms.

Speeding up just a little, I feel myself on the brink of combustion once again and coupled with Andy’s fingers it isn’t long until my body explodes with clear liquid flying in every which way as I ride through the intensity of it all. Coming to a steady stop, I throw my head back on his shoulder, spent as hell and all but positive this baby doll is mine to keep. Realising that Andy didn’t come, I offered to finish him off but he just told me that he’s a patient man and that we should head to the house, where he can properly lay out what’s to he expected over the course of the next couple of days.

“Besides, I usually don’t come until at least twenty two minutes in,” Andy bragged.

“Huh?”

Ok so maybe I didn’t think this spring break through. I’d at the very least like to make it back to the dorms in one piece.

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wanderingdarlingblog · 2 years

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HOOK smoot?

Umm...yes absolutely without a doubt I gotchu-

Every Dog Has Its Day

Pairing: Hook x Fem!reader

Summary: Hook is fed up with the way his best friend has been treated by Ricky Starks.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors dni), cursing, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), got caught?, one (1) spank, hair pulling, Rick being a bit of a douche, possessive!Hook, maybe a little OOC Hook, unprotected sex!! (Wrap before you tap, be safe out there), creampie. If I missed anything, let me know.

A/N: Good morning my loves!! My first request! Okay this may be a little OOC for Hook, I tried my best but feedback is always appreciated. Sorry this was delayed so long, I got to a point where I had to rewrite it because I kinda hated the first final product. Hopefully you guys like this draft, I like it a lot more than the first one. I wasn't sure for a while what to write for this but then when I heard he was FTW Champ? Boom...

-WD

You watched with bated breath as Danhausen rolled Ricky into a pin, but quickly kicked out.

"Fuck..."

"How's he doin'?" Hook snuck up behind you, making you jump.

"Jesus, Hook," You laughed before turning back to the television. "I mean he's doin' alright? He's doing a lot better than I thought he would, he's holding his own-"

Boom! Ricky hits Danhausen with a spear, making you both cringe.

"Ooo..." Hook hissed as he hovered behind you. "1...2..."

"And it's over." You sighed, disappointment etched in your expression. "That wasn't even two minutes..."

"Did you want Danhausen to win?" Hook smiled down at you with a teasing squeeze of your shoulder, which you shook off and rolled your eyes.

"I just want someone to shut Ricky Starks up." You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Hook slinked his hoodie-clad arm around your shoulder and nodded.

"Alright, I'm just giving you a hard time." Hook shrugged as he looked down and examined you. "Loving the new gear by the way."

"Yeah, yeah..." You muttered as you leaned your back against his chest and glanced up with a teasing glint in your eye. "You just like it because my ass is pratically hanging out of it."

"No, you look good in blue," Hook nodded while a hint of a smile creeped onto his face. "You're butt does look good though"

"Shut up!" You smacked his chest, making him chuckle. "You're so annoying."

"Hey, you asked." Hook threw up his hands in surrender.

You and Hook had been friends for a while now. Your dad's were friends, you came up in the same circles and you both started training around the same time. Now, you were both on the fast track to becoming two rising stars of the company. He was one of your good friends and you two were always spotted backstage, sharing hushed words and quiet laughs.

While Hook was known as a man of few words, around you he was more like a man of a few words. He never wasted an opportunity to pick on you and you two were always plotting some sort of mischief, being the two youngest on the roster.

Unfortunately for the both of you, Ricky Starks has been giving you some unwanted attention recently, letting his attraction to you be more than obvious. You had never gotten along with Ricky. You found him grating and egotistical, and you let him know at every chance you got. And yet, he still attempted to make moves on you (which you reject completely). The last thing you wanted was another win under his belt, he did not need to have his ego inflated any more than it was. You felt terrible because you know how close Hook and Ricky are, both of them being apart of Team Taz, but you could not look past the way you had been treated by him.

"I really wanted him to lose." You said in a voice low enough for Hook's ears only. "I want to watch his stupid face when he finally takes a loss."

"Easy, killer." Hook said slowly as he moved to stand fully behind you and started to rub your shoulders, pretending to prepare you for a fight. "Every dog has its day."

"Look, I know you guys are friends, I'm sorry-" You tried to backpedal but Hook shook his head.

"Don't you say sorry, he treats you like shit. Someone should've put him in his place a long time ago, I should be saying sorry to you." Hook went from lightly rubbing your shoulders to pressing careful pressure with the pads of his thumbs into your tense back muscles. "You're really tight, what's up?"

"I'm stressed." You huffed with a small frown as you watched Ricky get to his feet and grab a mic. "Didn't sleep very well last night either-"

"Very nice, very evil," Ricky labored over the mic. "But you're not absolute."

You groaned and pulled away from Hook's touch.

"I can't listen to this. Let me know when he's done." You started to walk away, but Ricky's next sentence pricked up your ears.

"And just like last week, I still got a little left in the tank. So let's bring out another challenge, and now for real this time." Ricky huffed and puffed and grabbed at his neck as he spoke.

Hook tensed for a moment, before he turned to face you. He haphazardly grabbed at his hoodie, took it off and handed it to you, leaving him in nothing but his boots and shorts.

"Hold this for me." He said before he turned to head to the curtain.

"What are you doing?!" You called after him as you followed in close pursuit.

"Shutting him up." He threw a wink over his shoulder before he flagged down a technician. "Play my music!"

"Oh, my god." Your heart started racing as you ran back to the television. "Shit, shit, shit..."

Hook's music hit and you heard the crowd pop. Hook marched out there with the most determined look on his face that you have seen in a while.

You threw on his hoodie quickly so you did not miss a second of this moment, eyes glued to the television unblinking.

"Is that Hook?" Austin Gunn approached you from behind and joined you at the monitor.

You just nodded as you brought a hand to your lips, not daring to move as the match started and more people gathered to watch the spectacle.

The first minute of the match proved they were a pretty even match with counters left and right, everyone was on edge. But when Hook got hit with a spear, everyone groaned.

"C'mon, Hook." You whispered as you watched him roll on the ground in pain. "Get up."

Ricky grabbed Hook and set him up for a roshambo, but Hook countered into the Redrum. The locker room went nuts, and so did the fans.

"Holy shit!" You gasped as you grabbed the closest person's arm, which happened to be Austin's. "Holy shit! C'mon Hook!"

Ricky tried to roll out of it, but Hook held on tight. When Ricky tapped out, you started jumping up and down and cheering. You stared wide eyed at the screen with your hands cupped over your mouth.

When he finally came backstage, Hook wore the biggest smile as he approached the crowd of people waiting to congratulate him, including you.

When he reached you, he held up the belt and smirked.

"That wasn't even two minutes." He mocked your words from earlier, which made you shake your head and grin ear to ear.

With the title still in his hands, he wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisted you into the air and spun you around a couple times. You yelped at the new height and laughed.

"Put me down!" You giggled.

"Does that count as shutting Ricky Starks up?" Hook asked with a very serious look on his face.

"Yes." You nodded, looking down at him while he still held you in the air.

"Did you see his face? Are you satisfied?" Hook's features scrunched as he squeezed you, making you laugh and throw your head back in mock annoyance.

"Yes!" You giggled at his ridiculousness. "Yes, I watched the whole thing, his face was priceless."

"Good." Hook chuckled as he dropped you back to your feet. Without letting you go, he gave you a once over and a smirk. "You're wearing my hoodie."

"Huh?" You looked down at the article of clothing and moved to take it off. "Oh, right. Here, sorry."

"No, no," Hook smirked and grabbed your hand to stop your movements. "You look better in it."

"Stop, now you're just being cheesy." you rolled your eyes, but could not stop the smile or blush.

You pulled away and started the short walk back to the locker rooms. Hook joined you at your side and bumped your shoulder.

"I'm just being honest." Hook smiled with a little glint in his eye. "You should wear my clothes more often, maybe Ricky will leave you alone after that."

"If only it were that easy." You smiled shook your head.

Silence fell over you two as they approached the door to your dressing room. When you turned to look back at Hook, his expression was sullen

"It could be." His brows creased, looking almost upset

"Hook..." Your smile fell and your heart sunk.

"Y/N..." He took ahold of your hand and squeezed it.

Of course you had harbored feelings for him since you met, but you always held back out of fear that he did not feel the same and you would ruin the friendship. You cherished your relationship you had and everything about him, from his cold outer shell to his playful jabs.

"Let me prove it to you." He threw the title up on his shoulder as he stared at you thoughtfully. "Come out and celebrate with me tonight, I'll show you how good we could be."

"Hook, I don't need tonight to prove that you would treat me well, I know you would. You already do." You crossed your arms and took a deep breath as you felt anxiety start to spark in your gut. You opened the door behind you and sighed as you entered your dressing room. "I just-"

"Then what's stopping you?" Hook laughed a little as he spoke. He followed you into the room, closed the door behind him and pulled you back into his arms. "Give me a reason."

You felt a shiver go up your spine when his hand made contact with the small of your back and gently pulled you flush to his front.

"I..." You tried to think of something to say, but they were all words without a leg to stand on.

"Just give me a reason and I'll stop." Hook whispered as he tucked a stray hair behind you ear. His hand slid behind your ear and cupped your jaw, his thumb gliding against your cheek adoringly. "Say the word."

"I don't want to ruin our friendship..." You blurted out quietly, color quickly dusting your cheeks.

"What if I wanted more than a friendship with you? What if I wanted to take you out?" Hook's head tilted to the side slightly, his hair flopping with it. He was still holding your face in his calloused hand.

"You want a relationship?" Your voice was small out of shock, which made Hook chuckled and nod.

"Since we met in training, but I just assumed you didn't feel the sa-" Hook's sentence was cut off by you grabbing his cheeks and pressing a soft peck to his lips.

He just stared at you for a moment, unblinking. Then he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss that left you breathless for a moment. Your stomach did a flip when you felt his lips curl into a smile against your mouth.

"So that's a yes?" He murmured, noses bumping against each other.

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face.

"Use your words, Y/N," Hook's voice was low rumble in your ear. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes." You whispered.

"Good," Hook smirked as he pulled back. "I'm taking you out tonight to celebrate. Go get dressed, I'll swing by in a few and we'll go grab some dinner. Are you hungry?"

"I could eat." You nodded as your eyes scanned his features.

"What sounds good?" Hook squeezed your hips with his free hand and nudged his thumb under the hem of the hoodie to pinch the exposed flesh.

"Whatever the champion wants." You teased, leaning up to give him chaste kiss on the cheek. "Now shoo, I gotta get dressed."

"Can I watch?" Hook joked, but his smiled fell when he watched you slowly toss the hoodie off, leaving you only in your ring gear.

"I wouldn't mind that." You smirked and pulled him into you.

The kiss was searing. His lips were softer than you ever imagined they would be. You raked your fingers through his hair and his hands roamed your back and hips. His hands dragged up your back to try to find the straps to your top and pull them down your shoulders. Hastily, he broke the kiss and moved to the couch and pulled you into his lap. You straddled his thighs and he kissed down your neck and started leaving open mouthed kisses and nips on your collarbone.

"Someone's in a rush." You teased, which earned you a firm squeeze and a swift smack on your ass.

"Someone's mouthy." Hook whispered into your neck as he sucked a love bite. "I can fix that-"

Knock knock knock.

"Y/N? You in there?"

Ricky.

"Uhh, yeah I'm changing? Talk later?" You tried to respond as Hook made another attempt to take your top off, which you successfully shimmied off.

"Can we talk now? I don't know if you saw but I lost-"

"Yeah I saw Ricky, I-" Your thought fell short and was cut off with a little sigh as Hook latched his lips onto your nipple. "Hook..."

"Don't leave him hanging." Hook's voice was low as he gently latched his teeth on your nipple and kitten licked the sensitive nerves, making you keen.

"Ricky, I'm kinda busy right now, maybe later?" You rushed your sentence out when you felt Hooks free hand that wasn't holding you up in his lap slip down your shorts to your clothed clit.

"Busy? Busy doing what?" Ricky's annoyed tone made Hook groan.

He pulled his hand from your shorts, grabbed his discarded hoodie and pulled it onto your exposed body before he marched to the door and threw it open. He leaned against the doorframe with tense shoulders and a set jaw.

"Busy doing me," Hook's voice was low and taught with frustration as he pushed some hair out of his face. "Mind giving us some space? We were in the middle of something before you came knocking."

Ricky stood with a slack jaw and wide eyes. He glanced back at you and back at Hook. Hook did not bother to wait for Ricky to respond.

"Great, thanks." Hook closed the door in Ricky's face and locked it.

When he looked back at you, your expression was filled with shock and a little embarrassment, but you were on the verge of laughing.

"Hook, Ricky was just-"

"Don't say his name, not when I'm about to make you scream mine." Hook cracked his neck before he pulled the hoodie back off of your body, grabbed your thighs, pulled you down so your back fell on the back of the couch and threw your legs over his shoulders.

He grabbed your shorts, pulled them down your legs and started kissing and biting up your thighs, making you squirm. He pulled your legs up and gently blew cold air on your exposed core, making your hips lift off the couch.

"Hook, please..."

"Louder, I want him to hear." Hook kept his eyes trained on your face as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

Your head dropped back against the couch as he went to work. His hands dug into your hips to keep them down as he licked stripes up your core and planted kisses when he could. You latched a hand on the back of his head for support as he devoured you. When you started to roll your hips for more friction, Hook snaked his hand around and pinned your hips down.

"Fuck, please Hook, I'm so close." You accidentally tugged at his hair harshly, but he only moaned against you.

"C'mon, baby, let go," his encouragement vibrated up your spine as you shuddered against his lips.

He helped you ride out your high before he kissed up your stomach, his breath tickling your skin and making you giggle.

"How do you feel, baby?" He whispered as he kissed the shell of your ear.

You nodded and hummed contently as you pulled his lips to yours for a chaste kiss.

"I could get used to this." You smiled up at him with flushed cheeks and heavy breaths.

He pecked you one more time before he stood at his full height.

"Good," he grinned as he looped his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. "You wanna keep going?"

"Is that even a question?" Your chuckled died in your throat as you watched him drag his shorts down his legs and his member sprung forward, already dripping with precum.

He smiled when he noticed your tongue dart out and lick your lips.

"Want a taste?" He teased while he stroked his cock a few times.

You nodded and quickly sat up to take a lick up his shaft. He threw his head back as your lips wrapped around the tip and swirled your tongue in delicate circles. He placed his hand on the back of your head and started to bob your head gently, making you gag softly. He gripped your hair and pulled your mouth off with a soft pop.

"I'd love for you continue, but if you keep that up I don't think I'll be able to fuck that pretty pussy of yours. Lay on your back, baby." Hooks words made your cheeks hot as you laid back. "Just tell if it's too much."

He wrapped your legs around his hips and guided his cock into you slowly. The stretch made you bite your lip and grind your hips, which made hook smirk.

"So desperate already?" He teased.

"Been waiting for this for longer than you think." You smiled as you flipped the pair of you over. "My turn."

You slid down on his cock, and when you bottomed out, his hands were already gripping your hips and trying to get you to rock back and forth on his dick.

"Now who's being desperate?" You began to rock up and down.

"You're gonna be the end of me, c'mere." Hook dragged you down to be flush with his chest and pinned your arms behind your back as he started to thrust his hips into yours at a breakneck pace.

You tried to keep you volume to a minimum, considering anyone could walk by your door and hear exactly what you were doing, but the way the head of his cock was dragging against your walls made you throw caution to the wind. You buried your head into the crook of his neck as gasps and whines started to escape your lips.

"Hook I-"

"I know baby, I'm right there too. Clenching around me like crazy," Hook breathed out, his voice strained as his pace became more desperate and sloppy and less deliberate and aimed. "Cum for me baby, I'm right behind you."

His words were enough to make you bite down on his neck to try to muffle the moan that ripped through your chest as you came. You felt Hook's hips stutter a few times before his buried himself in you and filled you up to the brim. He let go of your arms and wrapped you up in his as he nuzzled your neck and gave you a little kiss on your shoulder.

"That was amazing." You smiled as you pushed your self up from his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. "How long have you been holding out on me?"

Hook chuckled and gave your hip a pinch, which made you wince a laugh a little.

"Too long." He pushed himself up to lean his back on the arm of the couch and traced thoughtful shape on your waist and hip. "You're all mine now though, right?"

"If you'll have me." You smiled as you brushed his hair out of his face.

He kneaded the flesh of your ass and grinned.

"Of course I will," He ran his hand from your butt up your spine and back down. "Now, let's get dressed."

"What's the rush?" You brows furrowed as you slowly pushed off his dick with a wince.

"I'm taking you out to dinner, remember?" Hook grabbed his shorts and pull them up to rest on his hips. "Make sure you wear that."

You followed his gaze to the hoodie that was haphazardly thrown to the side earlier.

"Why...?" You got to your feet and started to get dressed yourself.

"It's chilly out, plus you look good in my clothes." He gave you a look that made your face heat up. He gave you another quick peck before her turned to leave. "Get dressed, I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Sure." You nodded as you watched him go.

The rest of the night was more than enjoyable. He took you to this little hole-in-the-wall and you went out on a walk around the town. You guys found yourself downtown at one point. He took some pictures of you and him, which was more than fun since Hook actually knew how to take a picture and make it look good. After your little photoshoot, Hook got a call from his dad wondering where he went off to.

"I'm with Y/N, Dad...yeah...yeah...I'll let you know...alright...bye." Hook ended the call with a huge smile on his face.

"What happened?" You felt a smile start to grow on your face as you watched him put his phone back in his pocket.

"Dad's over the moon that we finally got together. Just told me to text him when we're back at the hotel and safe." Hook pulled you in and pressed kiss to your forehead. "Apparently him and Excalibur had a running bet going on us. He owes my dad $50."

You could not help but throw your head back and laugh. Eventually, you both made it back to the hotel, where he dropped you off at your room and said goodnight. Once you settled into bed, you started to scroll through Instagram. You were scrolling aimlessly, when a picture caught your eye that made you scroll back up immediately.

It was a picture of Hook and you from tonight. You in his hoodie under his arm. You could easily see the hickey you left on his neck. Your eyes immediately darted to the caption.

"He couldn't keep the title, couldn't keep his tag partner, and he couldn't even keep the girl...not like he had her in the first place."

Your eyes bulged out of your head. You flung yourself out of bed, left your room and ran down the hall to Hook's room. You knocked on it until he opened the door.

"What?" Hook laughed at your disheveled self before you showed him the post.

"Are you trying to piss him off more?" You sighed.

He chuckled and pulled you in for a firm kiss.

"If it means he'll finally leave my girl alone, then yeah." Hook pulled you into his room and shut the door.

"I think that was mission accomplished when you were the one who opened my dressing room door." You smiled into another kiss as he pushed you back towards the bed.

"Then the post is for good measure," he climbed into bed with you and pulled you into his lap. "Now c'mere. Maybe you'll have a better night sleep with me."

"It's the same mattress as mine-" You tried to argue as you rolled onto your side, but he just shushed you.

"Just lay with me, silly." He chuckled as he pulled you close.

To no one's surprise, you did sleep better that night.

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wowbright · 3 years

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Fic: Little Bubble

Tan Hands and Tan Lines SmuttySmooty Word Challenge 2021: triceps

Words: ~2900 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Kurt gets a surprise package.

I’m belatedly going through the prompts for The Tan Hands and Tan Lines Summer Event 2021 to flesh out my Mormon!Klaine universe. For the smut prompts, I am writing emotional smut, or “smoot” as I have decided to call it. This one takes after Mancrush (or Mother’s Day, Part 2) and probably(?) before Homesickness and the mission conference.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

Notes: Mormon cosmology followed by fluff and smoot. If you have any questions or typo corrections, feel free to use my ask box!

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“Wait. You're telling me that the church actually put out a statement, sometime after I started my mission, saying that we can't become like God in the afterlife?” Kurt fastened the lock around his bike and put his hand on his hip. There was no way. This was a central tenet of the gospel. It wasn't a temporal matter like the preferred width for a missionary’s necktie or whether coffee ice cream counted as a hot drink. “I don't believe you. If there was new revelation about the plan of salvation, they would have told the missionaries out in the field.”

“It's not a revelation. It’s a clarification. They just said we don't ‘get our own planet when we die.’” Blaine indicated the quotation marks by lifting his hands in the air and bending the first two fingers on each of them. But he went one above that. He also wiggled his cute little triangular eyebrows in time with his finger movements.

Kurt refused to be distracted by his companion’s charm. “But we do!” Kurt stomped his foot against the sidewalk. Then he realized he'd stomped his foot against the sidewalk like a two-year-old having a temper tantrum and was horrified. He took a deep breath. “That’s the whole point of exultation. ‘As man now is, God once was: As God now is, man may be.’ God creates worlds, and so will we.”

“Look, my dad was even more annoyed about that statement than you are.” Blaine removed his satchel from the back rack of his bike. “I heard him talking with my mom about church leadership having fallen into apostasy after he read that statement. But then he talked to one of the higher-ranking seventies or something and decided it was true. We don't ‘get’ a planet. If you reach godhood, you're at the point where you're creating worlds upon worlds. Maybe entire universes. And it doesn't happen right after you die. First, there's spirit prison or paradise, and then there's the resurrection and the millennium, and then if you end up in the Celestial Kingdom, you’re still learning for a long time before you create anything as big as a world. The church didn't deny any of that. I mean, they didn't explain it either, because it was on a webpage for nonmembers, and milk before meat. They just didn’t want people to think it was as cartoonish as The Book of Mormon musical made it sound.”

Kurt let out a little huff of relief. “You scared me for a minute there.”

“Sorry.” Blaine started to reach across the bikes like he was going to pat Kurt on the arm, but at the last moment, his hand veered toward Kurt’s bike seat instead and he gave it a light pat. “How did we even get into this conversation?”

Kurt blushed and looked down at his bike. He couldn't fiddle nervously with it because that's what Blaine was doing, so instead he wiggled his CTR ring around his finger. “I believe I was speculating that if Elder Clarington makes it into the Celestial Kingdom, any planets he created would be super messed up? Which I now realize was not a Christlike thing to say. Or think.”

“You were frustrated. And God will forgive you. We’re all learning.”

“You wouldn't have said something like that.” Kurt pulled his satchel over his shoulder and turned toward the apartment building.

“I might have thought it, though. But then I guess I would have realized that, if Elder Clarington gets that far, it will only be because he’s perfected. And that would be a good thing, right?”

“Okay. Now you're making me feel even worse about myself because I definitely wouldn’t have thought of that.” Kurt leaned his shoulder against the entry door and held it open for Blaine to pass.

Blaine hesitated. “Don't be hard on yourself, Kurt. None of us are perfect. And I know you can't see it, but you are definitely above average.”

Kurt swatted the air. “Get inside, Elder Anderson. I can't hold the door all day.”

It was Kurt’s turn to unlock their mailbox that afternoon. It was empty as often as not, but hope sprang eternal.

And today, that hope paid off.

Kurt pulled a large padded envelope out of the box and looked at the label. It was addressed to “Elder Hummel,” and the handwriting looked familiar, but not familiar enough that he could name who had written it. It wasn't his dad or Carol or Mercedes. It couldn't be from Rachel Berry, because certainly she would have covered the envelope with stickers of stars.

But who cared who it was from? It was for him all the same.

“I got a package!” He held it to his chest and did a little dance.

“Who from?” Blaine asked, gently prying at the envelope so he could see it too.

Kurt looked at the return address. “I don't know. I can't read the name, but it looks like somewhere in California?”

Blaine studied the envelope over Kurt’s shoulder. His eyes went wide. He grabbed the envelope and stared at it some more. “He didn't. He didn't,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Who didn't what?”

Blaine looked up at Kurt as if he had forgotten he was there. A whole world of emotions flitted across his face before settling on something akin to playful defiance: chin up, lips pursed, a sparkle in his eyes. “It's Cooper’s return address. This package is from my brother. And—” Blaine thrust the package behind his back “—I therefore reserve the right to thoroughly inspect it. God only knows what he's put in there.”

With that, Blaine spun on his heel and darted up the stairs.

“It's addressed to me! Opening somebody else’s package is a federal crime!”

“You sure about that? Since when were you an expert in the German legal code?” Blaine called down the stairwell. How was he already a full flight ahead of Kurt?

Kurt bolted after him. He was taller than Blaine. He could take the stairs three at a time. He was going to get that little snot spoon. (Well, Rotzlöffel—it doesn’t sound so strange in German.)

But Kurt didn't catch up with Blaine until he reached the top landing. Kurt was panting and sweaty. So was Blaine, who stood at the door, jiggling his keys into the lock. He was hugging the package to his chest with the other arm, cradling it like it was a baby he had to protect from a bear.

“Give up, Anderson. You're surrounded.”

“You know me better than that, Herr Hummel.”

Kurt made a swipe for the package just as the apartment door swung open.

“Missed me!” Blaine called back in a teasing singsong as he darted through the door and down the hall. He slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

“It doesn't lock!” Kurt turned the knob and felt the weight of Blaine against the back of the door. He pushed. Blaine pushed back. Dang, that boy had a lot of muscle packed into his delightfully compact body. But Kurt was wilier. He jammed the toe of his shoe into the small opening he had managed to create and slid forward.

“Get your foot out of there! I don't want to break it.”

“If you don't want to break it, I guess you'll just have to let me in.” Kurt pressed his full weight against the door.

“If that's what you want—”

The door went flying open. Kurt went flying, too, right past Blaine and into the open wardrobe as Blaine flew out the bedroom door. Kurt’s face was buried between two of Blaine’s blazers, which he could identify as Blaine’s even with his eyes closed because they smelled like him, a sweet mix of raspberries and fresh air and skin and—No. Kurt would not be distracted from his goal. He steadied himself against the frame of the wardrobe and called out, “You imp! I am so gonna get you!”

And he did. He found Blaine near the loveseat, frantically trying to rip open the envelope without the aid of scissors, and tackled him right into the cushions, landing with his face buried in Blaine’s giggling stomach.

“No,” Blaine laughed, his muscles rippling under Kurt’s nose. “Not yours.”

“It’s addressed to me.” Kurt looked up. Blaine's face was pink and he was breathing hard. He held the envelope above his head with outstretched arms.

“Are you sure of that?” Blaine teased. “Can you read what it says from where you are? Maybe it's a magic envelope and the name has changed.”

“My foot,” Kurt muttered, sliding up Blaine’s body toward the envelope.

Thinking about it later, Kurt was both horrified and impressed by his own audacity. In the moment, Kurt hardly noticed there was anything intimate about it.

Not until his hands were halfway up Blaine’s triceps and his eyes parallel with Blaine’s lips, all flush from exertion and slightly parted, his breath escaping in staggered pants, the corners of his lips turned up in a mischievous smile.

It was then that Kurt suddenly remembered he was on a self-imposed sabbatical from casual touching. That he hadn't been this close to Blaine in almost two weeks.

And on top of him? Never.

Kurt knew he should feel awkward. Bad, even. But Blaine’s body was so warm, and it was soft in all the right places and firm where the muscles were at work. And Blaine didn't seem to mind that Kurt was wriggling around on top of him like the world's most inexperienced member of a high school wrestling team.

It felt right. Like Kurt belonged here, smashed up against another guy, breathing the same few cubic inches of air.

Life sparked inside Kurt’s pants.

Dang it. All good things must come to an end.

Kurt rolled off of Blaine and dove for the envelope. He was prepared for another mighty struggle. But the envelope slipped right out of Blaine’s hands.

“I won!” Kurt cackled. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the bookshelf and began snipping through the envelope’s closure.

But Blaine had stopped laughing.

“Don't.”

If Blaine had shouted it, Kurt wouldn’t have stopped.

But Blaine did the opposite. He spoke it in a hoarse whisper—so quiet, so plaintive, it sent a chill down Kurt’s spine.

Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine and saw something akin to abject terror written across his companion’s face.

“Hey,” Kurt said gently, like he was talking to Spinchen. He set the package and scissors on top of the shelf. “What’s wrong?”

Blaine shook his head, like he was trying to break some spell that had been cast over him. “I'm sorry. I'm probably just being paranoid. It's just, my brother—he can be a little … inappropriate. He doesn't mean any harm by it, but—”

“You think he's put some weird anti-gay stuff in here? Or porn?”

“Oh gosh, no. Nothing like that. Just … I'd feel better if …”

Kurt picked the package and scissors off the shelf and walked them over to Blaine. “It’s okay. You know your brother better than I do. All I know him as is the deliverer of Peeps.” He paused. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you were just being difficult.”

“Oh. Well, I sort of am being difficult. But … for reasons.”

Kurt left the package in Blaine's hands and walked over to the entryway to corral the satchels and bike helmets they'd thrown to the floor during their impromptu battle.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” Blaine grumbled from the love seat. And then he laughed—a quick, two syllable laugh that melted into a relieved sigh.

Kurt turned around. “What is it?”

Blaine held the open package out toward Kurt. “See for yourself.”

“You sure?”

Blaine nodded. “You’ll find out sooner or later.”

“Well, that was cryptic.” Kurt took the package and sat down on the love seat next to Blaine. He peeked inside and laughed. “Oh my gosh. It's more Peeps!” There were half a dozen of them in single-serving wrappers, each as flat as a pancake. “Did we do that to them?”

“I think it's fair to blame poor packaging and international shipping.”

In addition to the Peeps, Kurt found an envelope inside with writing on the back:

Dear Elder Hummel,

Blainey says you loved the Easter Peeps so much that he wishes he could give you one every day. Alas, this was all that was left at the local CVS. To make up for it, please enjoy the enclosed headshot. It will be worth a lot of money soon and then you can sell it for all the Peeps you want. –Cooper Anderson

P.S. Consider the Peeps a gift from Blainey.

P.P.S. Call him Blainey. He loves it.

“Is that true?” Kurt said, pointing to the nickname.

“Absolutely not. It drives me crazy.”

“And what's this about a headshot? Is he an actor?”

“Just open it.” Blaine sounded less than enthused.

“Are you sure?”

Blaine nodded. “Like I said, you'll find out sooner or later. I might as well rip off the Band-Aid now.” Kurt usually thought of Blaine as an open book, but apparently he had secrets, too.

“Oh my gosh!” Kurt said when he opened the envelope and the headshot signed in a big, loopy Cooper Anderson slid out. He knew that face. He had crushed out on that face. He had torn that guy’s picture out of Carole’s copy of Family Circle and taped it to the inside of his closet door, right next to Taylor Lautner. “That's the Albadent guy! Your brother's the Albadent guy! Make your teeth so white with Albadent! Make your teeth so bright your landlord won't care if you pay the rent!”Kurt looked expectantly at Blaine, waiting for him to join in the jingle, but Blaine didn't. His lips were mashed together in a sort of defeated grimace. Kurt nudged him with his elbow. “What? You don't like the jingle?”

“Kurt.” Blaine said his name like it was a complete sentence. “The lyrics are atrocious.”

“I know. But the tune! And your brother sings it so well. Aren’t you proud of him?”

“Yes, but …” Blaine ran his hand over his hair in frustration. “I guess I was just enjoying not living in his shadow. I mean, he's so talented and tall and gorgeous, and he has the most ridiculously white teeth, and even after he left home, everyone from the ward was constantly asking about him when they weren't telling me how great my dad was, because he's just so incredibly magnetic and charming and … hot, and I'm …” Blaine pointed at himself as if he was nothing to write home about. An awkward, ugly duckling.

Kurt set a careful hand on the back of Blaine’s shoulder. “You think I'm going to dump you as my best friend because your brother is the Albadent guy?”

“When you put it that way, it sounds kind of stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. It’s just the way you feel. But Blaine—”

Blaine looked straight into Kurt’s eyes when he said his name. And suddenly, Kurt couldn’t say anything more.

Because there was something about Blaine’s expression. It was sad and conflicted, but also hopeful and so needful of love; and his eyes were full of endless subtle shades of amber and brown shining brightly like when the sun would get caught in a glass of Carol's iced tea before she converted; and his eyelashes—how on earth did Blaine think his brother could compete with those eyelashes?

The words caught in Kurt’s throat and wouldn’t budge.

God, I’m in love with him, aren’t I?

That shouldn't have come as a surprise. It shouldn't have been something Kurt needed to even ask Heavenly Father about.

But there it was.

This wasn't infatuation or libido or misdirected affection. It wasn't Kurt’s loneliness conjuring up illusions of the perfect boy. Kurt wasn't confused. He wasn't touch-starved. He wasn't creating some idealized fantasy that would pop when Blaine’s faults were revealed.

Kurt was in love.

It was real and unconditional.

Kurt had fallen for the Elder Anderson who was the picture of confidence, a true Prince Charming—but he also loved this Blaine who was weirdly insecure.

He loved Elder Anderson, the perfect Mormon missionary—and he loved Blaine, who said questionable things about church teachings.

He loved Blaine when he was supportive and understanding, and he loved Blaine when he refused to back down from a confrontation.

He loved Blaine for how impossibly compassionate he could be. But he also loved Blaine when he was inexplicably, frustratingly, annoyingly rude to Chandler, and he loved Blaine when he was difficult, and he loved Blaine when he was an obstinate pain in the butt.

I love you, Blaine. I love you.

But Kurt hadn’t said those words in almost two weeks. They were the last thing he was capable of saying right now.

He prayed for the strength to say the next best thing.

“You're my best friend, Blaine. You may be related to the Albadent guy, but to me, you will never be ‘just the little brother of the Albadent guy.’ Okay?”

“I know. I'm being ridiculous. I guess … I just really like this little bubble we live in. I don't want the rest of the world encroaching on it.”

“Me neither.” Kurt felt like he should probably lean in to give Blaine a hug, but he couldn't do it—because if he did, he didn't think he would ever let go. He rubbed Blaine’s shoulder like it was one of the brass lions in front of Munich’s Alte Residenz. “Me neither.”

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VII. Needs

Pretend You Don’t See Her! Masterlist

Pairing: Mob!Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 4164

Warnings: Some angst, some swearing. SMUT!!! Wrap the dingaling my dudes please. Better safe than surprised.

A/N: The smoot is here. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please and maybe push that reblog button?? :D Thanks people!!

A familiar ringing pulls you from sleep and you groan when you feel the heavy source of heat move away from your back. Pulling the covers over your head, you turned around and finally realized where you were. As you peaked through the covers, you saw Sebastian holding the phone a little tightly, and you were sure whatever it was had to do with you because as soon as he sensed you were awake, he hissed angrily at Chris before ending the conversation.

Before you could say anything to him, he was slithering under the covers and pulling you towards him again, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you as close to him as possible. You weren’t sure what this all meant and you hoped it wouldn’t come to an end any time soon because for the first time in forever, you felt like you belonged to someone and perhaps, someone belonged to you.

“Good morning,” you whispered against his neck and felt your stomach twist when you heard his hoarse, gravelly voice ring in your ears.

“Morning sweetheart,” his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck and squeezed, and you couldn’t help but shiver under his touch because you haven’t been awake for more than five minutes and he was already getting you hot and bothered from the simplest of actions. Sebastian, however, misunderstood your reaction to him and pushed himself away from you, his eyes frantically searching your face for any signs of discomfort. When you refused to look at him, he tilted your chin up and blinked confusingly at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t- Y/N, I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I?”

It took you a few seconds to register his words and when you did, you felt a little bolder and trailed your hands down to his chest. Sebastian held his breath when he felt your fingers slide through the space between his shirt buttons, turning back to you again and swallowing shyly at your sudden moves. He trailed his eyes over your features, afraid your response to him was forced and not because you truly wanted him.

“Y-you did...but in a good way.” You focused on the skin peaking through his shirt, marvelling at how hard the buttons were fighting to stay closed.

Sebastian didn’t know how to react to your words but then he felt you rub your thighs beneath the covers and realized that, yes, you did want him, perhaps even needed him to scratch that itch. Lord knows he’s been wanting to do the same ever since he saw you that fateful night.

“Yeah baby? What way would that be?” He pushed one of his thighs between yours, smiling devilishly when you saw you shut your eyes and bite on your lower lip to suppress a moan.

“I- I think you know.” You didn’t want to meet his gaze, couldn’t if you actually tried. He was such a force to be reckoned with and you weren’t sure you’d be able to hold back from acting on your deepest desires should you find him as needy as you were.

“Want to hear you say it...please sweetheart.” Sebastian allowed his hand to roam the expanse of your skin, pushing on your lower back and sighing heavily when he felt the heat of your center dragging against his slacks.

“Seb...please-” He was sure he died and went to heaven because even though he’d heard that nickname a million times before, it never sounded so angelic and soft as when it came from you. Before he can try to talk himself out of it, Sebastian was grabbing your hips and pulling your roughly against his thigh, trying his hardest not to blink so he wouldn’t miss a single second of you coming undone at his touch.

“Come on baby, you look so pretty like this...all needy and quiet and fucking heavenly...use me Y/N, use me however you want and drench me.” Sebastian wished you could open your eyes and look at him but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. A part of him was afraid you’d still run away from him, that this was all a dream his sick mind conjured up since last night. He didn’t want to let you go, wishing he could stay in this bed forever. For the first time in god knows how long, he felt like he was right where he belonged. He had his whole world in his arms, and nothing else mattered. His hands never let up, dragging you deliciously across his thigh and groaning when he felt your heat wet his pants. What he’d give to push you down and lick you dry until you couldn’t remember anything but his name.

“Goddamn- you’re the prettiest fucking sight in this world. Cum on me darling, cum on me and let me walk around with the scent of your sweet little cunt soaked into my skin. Mark me dragă mea! Atât de frumos. God baby, that’s it. C-cum...now!”

You weren’t sure what it was that threw you over the edge, the way he whispered the filthiest things into the quiet room or when he spoke in what you assumed was his native language. Perhaps it was a mixture of that and the underlying meaning behind his words. He wanted you to mark him, he wanted to walk around with the scent of you on him. He thought you were the prettiest sight in this world and wanted you to use him for your own pleasure. It didn’t matter in the end because as you threw your head back and screamed his name over and over again, Sebastian leaned against you and kissed along your neck, biting harshly on your shoulder as he felt you shudder in his arms.

He kept on pushing you down on him, wanting to prolong your pleasure if only to see you let go with him. In him.

When you did finally manage to catch your breath, you swallowed the lump in your throat before opening your eyes and looking at him. It should have terrified you, the way he was looking at you right now. He was feral, eyes dilated until there was barely any of the soft blue left in them. But he somehow looked soft as well, as if he was committing every inch of you to memory. You smiled at him and felt your heart skip a beat when he returned the expression, pulling you against him and kissing your forehead before removing his leg.

“I- uhh,” you struggled to form a coherent thought, mostly because you were still high on all the endorphins rushing through your bloodstream.

“Thank you.” Sebastian swiped your hair back and almost laughed when he saw the quizzical look you were throwing him.

“For giving me a chance to e-explain myself.” You could tell this was difficult for him, opening up and being vulnerable with someone else, someone he barely knew anything about.

“Can I ask about yesterday?” You kept your hand on his chest, hoping the skin contact would put him at ease.

“I- I can’t tell you everything just yet, but I do want to tell you why I said what I said yesterday. I won’t try to make excuses Y/N, because...as much as I hate to admit it, Chris was right. I could have handled this a lot better. But I want you to understand that I didn't mean those words. I swear on my life baby I would never...I could never say something like that to you.” He was breathing heavily and you knew the two of you needed some coffee before this conversation went any further.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Sebastian wasn’t sure if he’d heard you correctly and when you nodded at him with that lovely smile again, he knew this was it. You were it for him.

“Yeah. How about we go freshen up and have some coffee and you can tell me whatever it is you can then? I- I won’t ask for details I swear, I only need to hear your side of things..just for- just so I know.” He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you and he realized he needed to make this right before anything else happened. You were so easily forgiving with him when you didn’t have to be and in that moment, Sebastian knew he’d spend the rest of his life making sure he became the man you thought he was.

“That sounds good, yeah. I- okay.” He was never one to flush under someone’s gaze or become so nervous that he couldn’t form a proper sentence but you’d found your way into his heart and made him act like a teenager all over again. Surprisingly, Sebastian didn’t mind any of this, not when it was you that was breaking down his walls.

You sat up on your elbows and kissed his cheek, not waiting to see his reaction and jumping out of bed towards the bathroom. Sebastian held his cheek and looked at the closed door, grabbing his heart and sighing when he felt lighter than ever. Grabbing his phone, he made his way to the other guest room and freshened up, shooting a quick text to Chris as he descended the stairs to make some coffee.

You, on the other hand, spent a few minutes looking at yourself in the mirror. What the hell just happened? Your eyes trailed down your form, smiling at the memory of his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him.

But as happy as you were, you couldn’t help but think over the past twenty four hours. There was a lot to think over and evaluate, especially now that you knew Sebastian was a much more complicated man than he let on. But you had a feeling he’d be worth the hassle.

Putting your hair up in a ponytail, you brushed your teeth and took a quick shower, allowing the hot water to wash away every insecurity brought about by last night. You were thankful you found some casual clothes in the dresser near the bed and smiled when you realized why Sebastian was reluctant to let you go with Chris last night.

As you went down the stairs, you could hear Sebastian talking on the phone and made sure he heard you approaching him in case he didn’t want to say anything in front of you. When he held out the cup of coffee and continued his conversation, you felt relieved because true to his words, he did want to let you in on what happened and wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. He walked to the couch and hissed something into the speaker before turning to you and apologizing. You smiled and shrugged your shoulders, following him and sitting right next to him, almost chuckling at the way he seemed to grow nervous every time you touched his skin.

“Hey uhh Chris, let me call you back. There’s this thing...I need to um, yeah.” At that you did laugh, apologizing when you heard Chris teasing him through the phone before he turned it off and threw it on the table.

“Sorry.”

“No no, you have nothing to apologize for. Chris just...it’s been a while since I’ve, since I grew close to someone. Someone like you.” The change in his behavior was endearing and you would have never guessed that such a dangerous alpha-kind-of-guy would act so shy in front of you of all people.

“I can move to the opposite side if-”

“NO. N-no, please stay here.” Sebastian grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him, relishing at how you easily melted into his arms.

“About yesterday-”

“Let me make this easier for you.” You cut him off, turning until you came face to face with him and you had his undivided attention. “I heard you talking with Chris yesterday so I know, I know where your mind went when you heard him talking about me. I can sort of understand how that must have looked and I don’t blame you. I really don’t work for him, and I hope you know that by now. I- I kinda got what this was all about, with that man I mean. I’m assuming he isn’t a friend and from the sounds of it, he had Aaron work for you so he could get some information on your business? Or your deals? I don’t know and honestly, I don’t think it’ll change anything so you don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want to.” You held his hand in between your own, massaging his wrist and squeezing his fingers to put him at ease.

“He wasn’t feeding him information about my work, sweetheart. He was telling him about you.” Sebastian felt his chest tighten at your expression. You were so calm and collected and understanding and he wasn’t sure how you’d managed to be this sweet when, as far as he knew, you didn’t have a really nice life up to this point. But he wasn’t about to abuse your understanding either and against his better judgement, he went ahead and told you what last night’s issue was actually about.

“Me? What do I have to do with anything? I’m nobody...I literally just started working for you.” Your little outburst shot straight to his stomach and it must have shown on his face because you found a way to move closer to him and place your hand on his chest. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- it’s okay. Can you...do you mind explaining to me?”

“When I tell you it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone Y/N, I mean it. I can’t even remember the last time I went on a date. And- fuck, there’s a reason for that. The things that I’ve done, and- and what I do now...it’s dangerous for anyone to be with me. But I couldn’t stop myself with you. You were a surprise baby, a goddamn sweet surprise and for the first time since I was a kid, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted you, wanted to get to know you and take care of you and make sure you’re not in danger. I expected him to come after me after that night with you. I was in his territory and I had no business being there. I was so busy trying to get closer to you baby girl that I didn’t see what he was doing to try and get close to you. And I- fuck it if I didn’t see red yesterday and almost fucking killed him when he touched you. I- I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t want you to see this side of me this soon but I can’t not be honest with you. I swear on my life I didn’t mean what I said yesterday, I was afraid and stupid. Please...please give me another chance. I- we barely know each other but I need you, I need you like I need air and that fucking terrifies me but I don’t care. You’re it for me Y/N, don’t want anyone else. Never going to look at anyone else darling.”

Sebastian’s voice broke and you weren’t sure how to react to any of what he said because as far as you could tell, that sounded a hell of a lot like a declaration of love and he was right. You barely knew each other and there was definitely a lot that was yet to be exposed. But you couldn’t shake away the feeling in your stomach, that same feeling that only grew over the past few days of interacting with him. You could tell he’s been through a lot more but was choosing to hold back for now and you hoped that the day would come where he’d trust you enough to tell you his story.

You slowly got up and stood between his legs, looking into his eyes as you held out your hand and waited for him to take it before pulling him behind you. Sebastian wasn’t sure what you wanted of him so he decided to follow your lead and wait until you spoke your mind. You went up the stairs and occasionally looked at him, smiling to reassure him as you stood at the top of the stairs. You raised his hand to your lips and kissed his palm before pulling him to the room again. Sebastian was close to losing his mind, hoping he wasn’t misunderstanding your intentions and that the two of you had moved past this little bump in the road.

You walked into the room and shut the door behind you, moving to the bed and softly pushing on his shoulders until he was sitting down at the edge of the mattress. As you leaned down to kiss his cheek, Sebastian wrapped his arm around you and kept you there until you wrapped your arms around his neck and moved to straddle him.

Sebastian reluctantly ended the kiss, shutting his eyes out of fear of looking at you and pushing you beneath him.

“Baby, you don’t have to-”

“Shh, please Seb. Let me show you how much I lo- how much I care about you.”

Sebastian opened his eyes and looked at you, truly looked at you, and found something swimming in your eyes that he thought he’d never see again in his life.

Love.

You trace his eyebrows and lean forward to kiss one eye before slowly moving to the other, completely melting into him as he turns the two of you around and pins you beneath him on the bed.

“You have no idea how much I want you Y/N.” Sebastian whispers as he begins to strip off his clothes, never once breaking eye contact as you mirror his movements and pull the shirt over your head. His hands begin to shake when he sees that you aren’t wearing anything underneath and almost loses his mind when you make quick work of the shorts and throw them away.

“You’re a fucking dream baby, and I never want to wake up from it.” He aggressively pulls his shirt off and moves to unbutton his pants but you sit up in nothing but your panties and push his hands away, unbuckling his belt and undoing his slacks agonizingly slowly.

“Shit, please…” He’s rubbing your shoulders and tilts your head up so you could look at him, almost falling over when you pull his pants down far enough to cup the bulge on his boxer briefs while smiling at him. Sebastian swallows the lump in his throat, no longer able to control himself as you continue to tease him. He abruptly pushes off the bed and slides both articles of clothing down his thick thighs, trying to hold back a proud smirk when he sees the way you react to seeing him.

“Seb,” you lay back down and open your legs, unable to hold back from moaning his name over and over again as he settles between your thighs and rocks against your clothed heat.

“I feel like I’ve known you all my life,” he whispers to you, kissing your neck and holding onto your hands as he licks and nips at the flushed skin of your chest. You buck against him when he bites on your nipple and rolls the other one between his fingers.

“I need you, Seb- please, we can do slow later. Just, fuck me already.” You aren’t sure how you’re saying any of this without wanting the earth to swallow you and you have a feeling it’s only because you’re with Sebastian and not some other man. He swears under his breath before rolling your panties down your legs and throwing them on the floor.

“Wait fuck, I- I don’t have a condom.” You can sense a hint of panic rising in his chest and grab his cheeks so he could look at you.

“I...I want to feel you, all of you. Nothing in between us. Please.”

“Are you sure sweetheart? We can stop and-”

“I haven’t had sex in years. And I was tested right after my last...encounter.” You wished you were being awkward about this and you hoped he wasn’t thinking you were being too needy with him or misunderstand your words.

“I- neither have I.” Sebastian wants to ask so many questions but he realizes they would probably kill the mood should he voice them now so he shuts up and lowers his lips against yours, his stomach dropping when he feels your hand wrap around his cock before rubbing it against your slit.

“Shit baby you’re soaking. Haven’t even touched you yet.” He looks down to where you’re touching him and loses all train of thought when he sees how soft and almost innocent your hand looks squeezing and pulling him.

“Oh god Seb you’ve no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you. Just- just looking at you in that suit makes me wet baby, I...fuck oh fuck that’s it.” He slowly inches inside you, groaning against your neck when he feels you clenching around him tightly as he bottoms out.

“You’re- you’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect.” Sebastian can barely hold himself up, finding it harder to rely on his arms as you gyrate your hips and beg him to move. He pulls out and growls into the room when you cross your legs behind his back and forcefully push him back into you.

“God damn it, fuck. You tryin’ to kill me darling?” He’s sort of laughing, sort of begging his heart to beat so he doesn’t completely lose mind. But then he feels you digging your nails into his back and he lets go, pushing himself up and thrusting into you like a wild animal. You’re both panting and screaming each others’ names, and it takes Sebastian a few extra seconds to notice how you squeeze him a little bit harder when he talks to you in Romanian. He picks up the pace and rotates from swallowing your moans and sucking on your tongue to telling you how good you feel and how he can undoubtedly stay in between your thighs for hours.

“Touch me Seb, t-touch me.” You throw your head back and rotate your hips violently against him when you feel the tips of his fingers rubbing furiously at your clit. He’s torn between staring at where you’re joined and committing your facial expressions to memory. Never in his life has he felt this physically and emotionally connected to someone and he swears again when he feels your cunt swallow him.

“Fuck, baby- look at me...l-look at me.” He takes hold of your cheeks and thumbs at your lips, not sure if he wants to kiss you until you’re breathless or bite you until you’re screaming his name.

Your hand leaves his back and grasps at his wrist. Sebastian is staring at you like he’s finally found his heaven and you cum around him just as he closes his lips softly around your lower lip. He hisses when he feels you contracting around him, fucking you through your orgasm to stretch out your pleasure and reach his own.

“C-cum for me Seb,” the short request shoots straight to his heart and for a brief moment, Sebastian wonders if this is what it feels like to catch a bullet into his chest. It must be because his own release catches him off guard, the sheer force of it knocking out his strength and he falls on you as he continues to thrust his cum deep inside you. You’re shaking from how warm and full you suddenly feel, scratching his neck and whispering his name and telling him all kinds of sweet words as he comes down from his high.

Sebastian slowly returns to himself a few minutes later and he barely manages to push off of you before falling onto his side. You’re looking at him like he’s your world and he’s close to tears but holds them back to not ruin the moment. He smiles at you when you move to face him and kiss his cheek.

“You’re amazing.” He’s rubbing your neck and pulling you closer to him, bumping his nose with yours and laying out his arm so you could lay flush to him.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” You return the compliment and chuckle when he blushes at your words, hiding in the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment.

As the two of you drift to sleep, Sebastian realizes that no matter what happens now, he is going to try his hardest to become the man you think he is. A man that’s worthy of your adoration and who can one day be deserving of your love as well.

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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Private Fashion Show (Christen Press x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you do a Christen x Reader where Christen gives the R a private fashion show? Christen teases the reader relentlessly as she struts around in Victoria's Secret underwear "No touching Ms.L/N". The reader almost breaking the arm rests of the chair she is seated by trying not to jump on Christen. You can write some smut/fluff around this. Thanks in advance and I love your work! 🤗

WARNING THIS FIC IS SMOOTY AS FUCK, AVOID IF YOU ARE NOT INTO THE SMOOTS.

“Chrissss, what are you doing in there...?” You ask, the woman giggling from the bathroom.

“You’ll see.”

You grumble, your eyes still covered by the blindfold tied around your head.

“So impatient.” She giggles and you throw your head back with a groan, the woman rolling her eyes as she gives herself a once over in the mirror, smirking.

Christen pads into the bedroom, stopping right in front of you.

You inhale sharply when Christen presses a kiss to the curve of your jawline, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Remember Y/N, so touching.” She purrs and you lick your lips, your eyes doubling in size when Christen unties your blindfold, revealing herself to you for the first time since you’d entered the house.

“Holy fuck.” You whisper, your eyes running down Christen’s form, the woman wearing nothing but a lacy bra and thong that has your heart slamming in your chest.

Your tongue swipes at your lips as you clutch the chair’s arm rests, your body trembling.

“Like what you see?” She asks, twirling around in a circle, showing off the back of her lacy thong, which of course means she simply shows off her bare ass, tempting you to touch her but you resist, whining loudly.

“Chrisssssssssss...” You groan, the woman turning around with a seductive smirk, the woman leaning down in front of you, her breasts on full display.

“Do you want me dead?” You ask, your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and Christen giggles.

“No, just showing off some new lingerie I got.”

Christen bites her bottom lip, sending you a wink before turning around and taking her leave, leaving you behind in the chair, your face scrunched up in confusion.

“Wa... Wait, where are you...?” You stand up and Christen giggles.

“Remember, no touching.” She sticks her tongue out before shutting the bathroom door, leaving you to stand in your living room with wide eyes, your mouth agape.

“Goddamn it.”

***

“Chrisssssssssssssssssssss.” You whine, throwing your head back as your girlfriend walks into the living room again, hips swaying as she shows off a new bra that pushes her breast up in a way that makes your core throb, her panties leaving little to the imagination.

Christen hops up on the counter, crossing her legs with a grin, her tongue trapped between her teeth.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, licking her lips and you growl, backing into the refrigerator.

“You’re such a teaseeeee.” You grumble, trying to shut the door on yourself.

Christen rolls her eyes, sliding off the counter and pulling you out of it, flipping you around, your back now against the counter.

“No touching.” She purrs in your ear and you growl, grabbing the counter.

Christen bites her bottom lip, her tongue running along your jawline, your knuckles white as you clutch the counter.

“What’s wrong baby?” She whispers, gently nibbling your ear lobe.

You growl, your eyes slammed shut as you tilt your head back, your fingers itching to touch the woman in front of you.

“Remember...” Christen gives your neck a hard bite and you groan. “No touching.”

You watch with wide eyes as Christen sinks to her knees, her green orbs locked with your Y/E/C orbs as she grabs your sweats, slowly pulling them down, along with your boxers, leaving you in nothing but your muscle tee.

You grasp the counter tightly, knuckles white as Christen’s lips trail up your calves, the woman leaving love bites on your thighs as she gets closer and closer to her goal.

You grunt at the feel of Christen’s hot breath on your aching core.

Christen places a single kiss to your folds before moving to her feet, smirking, your eyes bulging out of your skull.

“If you keep being this good, I may let you orgasm later.”

Christen leaves you nearly bare in the kitchen, your mouth hanging open as you stare at the hall she’d just disappeared down.

“FUCK...”

***

“CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.” You groan as the woman makes her way into the room wearing another revealing outfit, a blue pair of panties with a garter belt, her bra see through.

“Jesus Christ.” You lean your head back, grabbing fistfuls off the couch cushions as Christen straddles you.

“What’s wrong?” Christen asks, as she ducks down to kiss the curve of your jaw.

“3 days this week Chris, you’re literally killing me.”

Christen licks your pulse point, suckling on the flesh there.

“Sh-Shit.” You whisper brows furrowed when Christen starts rolling her hips.

Your fingers flex, your arms shaking as you keep yourself from touching her, knowing if you do, she’ll stop.

Christen moans in your ear and you throw your head back, groaning.

The woman smirks, her breasts right in your face as she stills rotating her hips, her ass rubbing against you.

“Yeah... Just like that...”

Suddenly, Christen is off of you, the woman sending you a seductive wink.

“Wh-What... Where are you going...?” You stare at her, pupils blown and she bites her bottom lip.

“You’ve been so good, why stop now?” She asks, walking away her hips swaying and you let out a sob.

“Why must you try and kill me?”

You inhale sharply when Christen sneaks back up behind you, leaning over the back of the couch to whisper in your ear.

“Just imagine how hard you’ll cum when I eventually let you orgasm.”

Christen giggles as she runs into the bedroom, leaving you on the couch whining.

***

The next time Christen struts out into the living room, she’s in a teddy, that is literally all straps, covering absolutely nothing.

“Baby...” You slap your hands over your eyes and Christen giggles, sitting in front of you on the couch.

“Don’t want to see me?” She asks and you whine.

“Oh, I want more than anything to see you... But I want to touch you so bad...” You wiggle in your seat and Christen smirks.

“Remember Ms. Y/L/N, no touching.”

At the first sharp inhale, your eyes fly open to reveal Christen Press, her hand between her legs, fingers moving.

“No touching yourself either.” She purrs and you again grab the couch, watching as Christen’s finger tips draw tight circles over her clit.

“Y/N…” She moans and you roll your hips, in search of friction you won’t find.

“God, you want to touch me so bad. Don’t you?” She purrs, gasping as her fingers move.

“Fuck Chris.” You growl, your brows, furrowed.

You close your eyes, back arching as your girlfriend moans, getting off in front of you, though when your eyes open you realize she’s just sitting there, a smirk on her face.

Your mouth drops open, your wide eyes darting around her face.

“CHRISSSSSSSSSSSS.” You whine loudly, the woman giggling as she takes her leave, leaving you behind frustrated more than you’d ever been before.

***

5 days, 5 days of your girlfriend parading around in damn near nothing, and still you hadn’t gotten to touch her, the woman wagging her finger at you if you even got too close.

You’re ashamed to admit that this time when Christen walks out into the living in grey see through lingerie, garter belt clipped to a pair of thigh high pantyhose, you run straight into the wall considering you’re staring at her.

“So?” Christen stands in the hall, her hands on her hips, the woman’s tongue swiping at her lips as she runs her hands down her body, making you whine loudly.

“CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.” You let out a groan that sounds like a dying whale, the woman giggling as she makes her way towards you, hips swaying.

She pushes you back against the wall and you swallow hard, the woman biting her bottom lip as she places her palms on either side of your head.

“You like it?” She teases, running her tongue up the column of your neck and your bottom lip juts out. She leans in, biting your bottom lip, pulling it back with her.

“Ugh, God I love...” You grimace, almost touching her hips but you immediately jerk your hands back, palms against the wall.

“Good girl.” She teases, jutting one of your thighs out so she can, straddle it.

Your brows furrow as the woman rocks against you, her fingers tangled in her hair, her dark green orbs locked with your equally dark Y/E/C orbs.

“Chris...” You gasp, the woman swiveling her hips, a gasp leaving her parted lips.

Christen turns around.

“What’s wrong?” She asks innocently, bending down in front of you, rubbing her ass against the front of your sweats.

“Ugh, fuck Chris.” You whine, knocking your head back against the ball.

Suddenly, Christen is again gone, walking away, her hips swaying.

“UGH GOD LET ME DIE.” You groan, loudly and the woman giggles.

“But then you won’t be able to touch...”

Christen disappears down the hallway and you flip around, hitting your forehead on the wall.

“Let me die.”

***

“Fuck Y/N.” You nearly choke on your spit at the sound of your girlfriend in the shower, the woman moaning shamelessly as you brush your teeth, your core literally aching.

It doesn’t help that you can literally see through the shower curtain, watching as your girlfriend gets off with the shower head.

“Shit Y/N, right there...” She moans as you continue to brush your teeth.

You screw your eyes shut when you hear her breath hitching in a familiar way, a way that tells you she’s close.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna-

You girlfriend lets out an obscene moan, and you shiver, the woman moaning your name softly as she climaxes.

Christen opens the shower curtain cockily, turning to you with a smirk, her eyes widening when she sees your face.

“Are you crying?” She asks, snorting and you pout, leaving the room.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” You whine, running into the living room, leaving your soaking wet girlfriend behind.

The woman shakes her head.

“Maybe she’s been teased long enough.”

***

A week.

A week of Christen’s teasing and you were close to exploding, wanting nothing more than to touch the woman, or leap out your apartment’s window.

Who were you kidding, you literally wanted to fuck her on every single surface in your apartment and hopefully, she’d let you do that soon.

“Y/N.” You hear Christen’s raspy whisper and you grumble, rolling over and rolling up in the covers.

“Nooooo. I can’t take anymore Chris...” You whine, grabbing your pillow and covering your face with it. “I’m going to explode...” You whimper.

Christen hums, pulling the pillow off of your face, though, you’re face down, not seeing the woman is entirely bare.

“I guess I’ll just have to touch myself in the shower again.” She shrugs and you roll over, eyeing the woman hungrily.

“Is this a trap?” You ask, eyes narrowed as you eye her bare body, wanting nothing more than to let your hands roam.

Christen grins.

“Not this time...” She jerks the covers entirely off the bed and your eyes widen, the woman straddling your middle, your stomach bare considering you’re only in a sports bra, the woman’s hot, wet core against your stomach.

“Chris...” You groan. “Please...” Your brows furrow, your fingers flexing.

“Come on baby.” She purrs. “Touch me.”

To say you let out a feral snarl is an understatement, lifting the woman with ease and placing her on your dresser, diving between her legs and licking her with reckless abandon.

“Oh, fuck.” Christen’s fingers tangle in your hair as you eagerly and wildly work her up with your tongue, the woman almost immediately cumming with a cry, her body shaking and shuddering.

“Shit.” She gasps as you pull her off the dresser and head into the living room, laying her on the couch before climbing on top of her.

“I’m gonna fuck you all over the apartment.” You growl, jerking all your clothes off until you’re as bare as the woman beneath you.

Christen cries out when you straddle her, your core settling on hers.

You duck down, your lips pressing against Christen’s the two of you shamelessly making out, that is until Christen pulls back with a gasp at the first roll of your hips.

You clutch at the arm of the couch, hovering over Christen as you roll your hips, the woman’s legs wrapping around you as the two of you rut against one another.

It’s then your own release approaches, your hips stuttering.

“Come on baby.” Christen starts rolling her hips wildly. “I know you want to cum. You’re so close, aren’t you?” She asks and you nod, ducking down to bury your face in her neck, the forward grinning as you moan against her neck, hips rocking.

You breathing quickens, every single one of your nerve endings stimulated, your body shaking and shuddering violently.

“Do you want to cum?” She asks and you nod, brow furrowed.

“I want to cum, please let me cum.” You beg into her neck and Christen’s hips still, an audible sob leaving your mouth.

“No, please I was-

Christen suddenly flips the two of you over, scrambling down to the end of the couch before burying her face between your legs.

“HOLY FUCK.” You literally scream, Christen, pulling your legs over her shoulders as she works between your legs, licking and sucking your throbbing clit.

An obscene moan crawls up your throat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as your body convulses like it never had before, your orgasm hard and long, hard enough that it knocks every ounce of air from your lungs.

Eventually, your body stills and you collapse, your eyes fluttering shut.

Christen climbs up you, her lips pressing against yours, the taste of your sex on her tongue.

“Fuck.” You pant, the woman pulling back with a grin.

“Thoughts?” She giggles and you snort.

“Thoughts, you want me to think right now...” You chuckle. “Y/N txt has stopped working.” You yawn, eyes fluttering shut as your girlfriend rolls her eyes.

“Nerd.” She teases and you hum, a satisfied grin on your face.

“Need a break?” She asks and you scoff, eyes flashing open.

“Not a chance.”

Christen squeaks as you roll her over, your wet core against hers.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” You ask, rolling your hips, the woman’s legs slipping around your middle as you still, swiveling your hips in a way that makes the forward cry out.

“Oh god, uh fuck.” Christen gaps, her fingers tangling in her hair as you teasingly swivel your hips.

Christen’s body shivers in a way that tells you she’s close and you smirk, the woman’s green orbs wide as she stares up at you in shock.

“You know what they say Christen Press?” You smirk and she swallows hard.

“Pay back is a bitch.”

***

“Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.” Christen shakes violently beneath you in bed, a cocky grin spread across your face.

“Maybe I should stop now...” You whisper. “Make you wait a week...” You tease and Christen whines, the woman covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she rocks her hips, trying to work the toy that’s currently inside her.

“No, please, please don’t stop.” Christen begs and you lick your lips, your girlfriend’s green orbs dark with lust, her pupils blown wide.

You take pity on her, the woman’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“Yessss...” Christen hisses at your first thrust, your hips building a fast rhythm, the sound between your and Christen’s legs absolutely obscene.

The headboard behind Christen starts pounding against the wall, your girlfriend’s mouth open in a silent scream.

“Harder.” Christen begs and you’re only happy to oblige, thrusting hard into her, the obscenest of sounds coming from her open mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck I’m...” Christen goes silent as you speed your thrusts up, the woman’s voice lost, inhuman noises crawling up her throat.

She cries out, so loud you know your neighbors had definitely heard your girlfriend orgasm.

Christen quakes violently beneath you, quivering and quaking violently as she finally achieves release, but your thrusts don’t stop.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Christen pants against your neck and soon, she’s cumming again, the woman letting out a scream as she orgasms, her essence coating you and the toy between her your legs.

Christen collapses, the woman panting heavily, covered in sweat as you roll off of her, delicately, well as delicately as you can pull the toy out of her, before removing the strap on and dropping it on the floor.

Christen rolls over, wiggling until she’s in your arms, her bare chest against yours.

“Fuck, that was...” Christen smiles tired and you smirk.

“Intense?” You ask and she snorts.

“Stunning, mind blowing...” Christen rambles sleepily against your chest.

“Sleep baby.” You whisper, kissing her forehead.

“Fuck, I’m going to see if you can last 2 weeks next time...” Christen giggles and you scoff.

“Please, please don’t.”

Christen nuzzles into your neck.

“I love you Y/N.” Christen whispers and you grin.

“I love you too.”

The two of you go silent, that is until Christen lets out a snore.

You shake your head, grinning.

“Goodnight baby.” You kiss her forehead. “We’ll see who’s the one getting teased next time.” You smirk, maliciously, your eyes closing, the possibilities bouncing around in your head of how you could pay Christen back, more so than you already had.

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ve1vetyoongi · 5 years

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better with you | ksj - 01

Chapters: index

Pairing: Seokjin x female reader

Genre: fake dating/arranged marriage!au, smut, angst, humour.

Word count: 19k

Summary: A part time job as a chef at Paradise Resort seems like the perfect way to spend your summer and save up some spare cash to open your own restaurant back home. That is until you cross paths with the CEO’s son who threatens to fire you if you don’t help him inherit his trust-fund-baby-fortune. How? By making you his fiancé. Well, his pretend fiancé at least.

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, spanking, semi-public sex.

A/N: uwu hello and welcome to the first chapter of better with you, part of the paradise series! i hope you enjoy reading these characters as much as i enjoyed writing them because they’re some of my favourites 🥺💘 p.s. im honestly not happy with the pacing of this chapter, but i really wanted to share, so bare with me if it sucks!

Paradise Resort and the people in it are nothing like how you imagined them to be.

Sure, Paradise is a picturesque gated community with sparkling lake views surrounded by pear trees and sprawling green lawns and white stone fountains like the website described. And sure, everyone here drives foreign cars and loiters by the pool on weekdays and drinks bubbly for breakfast from fine China beneath chandeliers which glisten in the morning sun.

But you quickly realise there is something off; something that doesn't quite fit the expectations you had when you arrived here at the start of the summer, wide eyed and excited.

And that something is you.

You aren't one of the balding golfers leisurely steering carts across the perfectly pruned Paradise grass, flirting unashamedly with pretty young women in tennis skirts as they pass. And you aren't one of their wives, leaving lipstick stains on crystal wine glasses in wicker chairs on balconies as they giggle over finger food and afternoon tea and ignorance of their husband's infidelities.

And you certainly aren't the type of girl to spend her summer's horseback riding or wielding badminton bats or sipping copious amounts of white wine, paid for a la daddy's credit card.

No, because you are a culinary major. Nothing more nothing less. And lucky for you, Paradise was hiring - at least for the summer, anyway, and who better to work overtime in the kitchens at the expense of rich dudes other than broke students, right?

While most people came to Paradise to unwind and celebrate another year of prosperity, it was simply your job to watch from the kitchen window, grit your teeth and save enough cash to put towards opening your own restaurant back home.

Which is exactly how you find yourself slaving away over a plate of scallop sashimi on the stickiest day of August as the kitchen gets ready for the biggest event in Resort history — at least according to your fellow summer employee and designated dish washer duty-man Park Jimin, who seemed to be a constant fountain of gossip -- a trait which you secretly liked him for, despite feigning disinterest in his tittle-tattle.

"Do these people even know what good food is?" You frown at an underwhelmingly small plate of goat cheese salad as you wipe the edge of the plate with a cloth. "They can't seriously want to eat this. Don't they ever just, like, want a burger or something?"

"You're just noticing this place is bonkers?" Jimin snickers behind you, hoisting his weight onto the counter and pulling a grimace of his own when he lay eyes on the limp pile of lettuce leaves they dare to refer to as a meal here. "I saw someone order dessert for breakfast yesterday. Rich people have no rules, Y/N. Besides, it's not like we can serve burgers once Mr Kim arrives."

"Mr Kim?" You ask curiously. "Who's that?"

Jimin's eyebrows furrow, like he can't actually believe you're asking him such a question. Ever since you got here at the beginning of the summer he's been diligently keeping you up to date with the latest Paradise gossip, so you aren't sure why he's surprised you're as out of the loop as ever.

"Mr Kim. The founder of Paradise’s son?" You shrug, blinking at him cluelessly and Jimin shakes his head with a pained expression, lowering his voice like he's utterly appalled at your ignorance. "You haven't heard anything about the guy who is gonna take over this place once his father retires? Kim Seokjin?"

Ah, so that's who the infamous Seokjin is. His name has been buzzing through the kitchen for the last week, much to your confusion, and apparently he would be dining in the restaurant tonight.

You heard the senior chef's were working over time to perfect the cherry clafoutis he personally requested (despite not being an on-the-menu dish) and his impending inheritance of his father's dynasty seemed a topic of hot gossip, spreading in hushed whispers from the bar girls out front to the janitor, everyone seemingly desperate to get a glimpse at the Kim Seokjin. Meaning there are only two possible reasons as to why: he is rich or he is filthy rich.

"So what's the big deal with this guy. Is he some sort of celebrity or something?" You nudge Jimin in the ribs as you return to your station and start to sauté a fresh batch of onions.

"Nah, just filthy rich." Jimin indulges and you nod. Just as I thought. "And goddamn hot if I should say so myself." He adds, returning to his dish washing station with a sigh, wrinkling his nose when his hands plunge into the soapy suds.

"Still, I don't see why I need to work over time for him." You grumble. The clock had chimed five o clock ten minutes ago and usually you'd be on your way to have a shower and shampoo the smell of grease and garlic out of your hair but instead you were still on the clock, orders lining up for you to prepare and stat. "What’s so special about him dropping by for dinner. Everyone here is rich."

"Well I was talking to one of the big guys," Jimin nods towards the senior chefs. "And apparently his parents have been trying to get him to marry his girlfriend for, like, ever." Jimin's voice dips to a whisper. "But get this. He broke up with his girlfriend last week when his parents suggested they get married!"

You narrow your eyes. "Right. So I'm working over time because some rich dude decided to throw his toys out of the stroller?"

Jimin rips off his pink rubber gloves and shakes you by the shoulders, like he’s trying to knock some sense into you. "Just shut up for a second would you? We're working overtime because his parent's have set him up on a date!"

You slap a hand over mouth, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Not a date!"

"I know right!" Jimin shakes his head as if this is the scandal of the century, not quite sharing your sarcasm. "Can you believe it?"

"Is he talking about Kim Seokjin, again?" Jungkook, one of the summer buss boys, emerges from the restaurant through the double doors in his familiar black uniform. Jimin quickly smoothes down his hair, mentally chastising himself when soap suds coat his blonde locks, face burning as red as the tomatoes you chop beside him. It's common knowledge that Jimin has the biggest, all consuming crush on the oblivious chestnut haired waiter who flashes you an ever cheeky bunny smile now as he scoops up the dish you prepared onto the tray balanced on his forearm.

He shoots Jimin an eye roll. "All he talks about is Kim Seokjin this, Kim Seokjin that." Jungkook shrugs. "I really don't see what the big deal is about this guy."

Jimin crosses his arms sulkily and you have to stifle a laugh at the pair. "The big deal is that this date has to go well - no, perfect - because Seokjin needs to marry someone "parent approved" or else his father will reject him as the heir of his dynasty."

You want to ask him about his impressive eavesdropping abilities but you have to admit, this is pretty big news - especially around here where the latest hot gossip was Han Seojin's husband's gambling problem when he hit up the casino after a few too many brandy's.

"So basically, the fate of the resort lies in his hands tonight." Jimin adds excitedly as he slams the dishwasher closed with a triumphant grin.

You roll your eyes. That is surely a bit dramatic. The guy was probably too blinded by the riches he would be inheriting to care about the poor girl he was getting hitched too. "You're invested in this, huh?"

Jimin nods eagerly. "Like I said. He's hot. Like sex on legs hot."

If you weren't watching carefully you may have missed Jungkook's eyes narrowing slightly or the way he tenses and puffs out his chest. "Pfft. He is not."

"So is!" Jimin pouts. "You're just jealous you're not as inhumanely gorgeous as he is." Jungkook raises a brow and Jimin rushes to smooth over his words. "Not that you're not gorgeous! No, that's not what I mean—"

The awkward moment is interrupted by the sound of a ladle banging against a frying pan, and you let out a groan when you hear the unmistakable yell of the head chef. "Attention everyone!"

"Speaking of crazy people." Jimin mutters with a roll of his eyes, rolling up his uniform sleeves and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as all the employees gather in the centre of the kitchen. "Looks like Hoseok got out of the wrong side of bed again."

You stifle a giggle when you find that Jimin is in fact correct, head chef Hoseok rounding the corner with an ever serious expression on his face. He has always been the stern type, mouth constantly fixed in a permanent frown as he criticises your dicing skills or catches you burning another steak, but you can see by the bluish bags under his eyes and the furrowed lines etched into his forehead that he means business today and a hush quickly falls over the kitchen apart from the gentle hiss of frying onions.

"As you all know, today is a big day for Paradise." He begins. "Each and every one of our future's here as employees depends on it. Mr. Kim has chosen us to cater for his dinner date and I need each and every one of you to do everything you can to make sure it goes smoothly. Capeesh?"

Dang. Is head chef Hoseok himself nervous? He's usually irritatingly confident in his cooking abilities. Maybe this was more serious than you thought...

"I'm counting on you guys to prove our worth, you hear me? It's already an honour that he picked us to host such an important event, and if we fumble who d'ya think he's gonna fire first once he takes over as CEO?" Hoseok interrupts your train of thought, waving a wooden spoon now like he's conducting an orchestra. "Which is why I expect zero funny business. I'm looking at you Jeon Jungkook! Now scram, we have customers to feed."

A unanimous groan fills the room as everyone gets back to work, and the kitchen falls into a state of turmoil as the clock ticks away, Seokjin due to arrive in a few hours and you haven’t even started on his appetizer yet.

"This better be worth it." You grumble to yourself, suppressing a smile when Jungkook bounds like a Labrador puppy into the restaurant fit with an armful of salads yelling "Rabbit food coming up, y'all!", despite the stern look Hoseok sends his way.

You turn to Jimin, rolling your eyes at the hearts in his eyes for Jungkook as he strains his neck to get a glimpse of the chestnut haired boy's ass through the kitchen's window. He blushes when he notices you looking, but not before he’s flashing you a grin.

"Just wait until you see him," Jimin calls cheekily as you rush to the stove you had abandoned earlier. "Then you'll be glad you worked over time."

As it turns out, you are not glad you worked overtime. Kim Seokjin is late. Unfashionably late. So late that you are considering eating the dish you slaved over for nearly an hour to perfect to his preferences only for him to let it go limp and cold.

At least you could add another trait to the list of what you now know about Kim Seokjin: filthy rich, (allegedy) goddamn hot, heir to the resort and most importantly douche bag who can't make it on time to the first date with his future wife.

To make matters worse, the level of unrest in the kitchens is unlike anything you have ever seen before as everyone nervously awaits his arrival. Jungkook has been out front to polish the wine glasses at the private table he set up and lovingly adorned with candles and a bottle of iced champagne of the expensive kind because it would "create sexy vibes" more times than you can count. Hoseok took extra care with the placement of the parsley on top of the steaks he grilled and you even saw Jimin fixing his hair in the reflection of a shiny pan.

When the clock ticked over to eight, everyone had gathered around the small kitchen window, eyes beadily trained to the door.

"He'll be here any minute now, I can feel it." Jimin whispers as he sidles up beside you, practically vibrating. His excitement for the date has started to rub off on you, a funny fuzzy feeling settling in your chest — all this Kim Seokjin talk has you itching to see the guy in the flesh, even if it is just from behind the kitchen window.

Sure enough, Jimin's Kim Seokjin senses must be somewhat accurate because a hurried hush falls across the kitchen as a black car pulls up outside, a unanimous gasp filling the room as you watch him emerge from behind the tinted glass windows in awe.

You were waiting for a tight lipped guy in a suit and tie to step inside; a younger clone of all the middle aged men who frequented the resort when their "model" children got busted bunking off from golf games or whatever rich kids did to rebel. Except the guy that strolls through the sliding doors like he has time to waste is so far from the average Paradise resident that you are almost sure you're hallucinating. Or have onion in your eyes. Surely you aren't seeing this clearly?

The guy who crosses the threshold and takes a seat at the table Jungkook graciously guides him to is clad in a vibrant Hawaiian shirt, the floral a stark contrast to the luxe interior of the resort. The garment is unbuttoned lazily and draped across his broad shoulders, a pair of round,humorously large sunglasses perched on the end of his nose, and if you weren't so shocked by his...impressionable entrance you might find the whole situation comical.

"This is Kim Seokjin?" You splutter, unable to stop the giggles that leave your lips at the sight of him bobbing his head unnecessarily hard to the monotonous classical tune that carries through the restaurant, blatantly ignoring whatever words Jungkook (who looked completely starstruck) was stuttering.

The situation becomes even more ridiculous when you see the disgruntled look on the pretty girl who traipses behind him awkwardly, dressed in a floor length gown and pearls, face turning sour when Seokjin neglects his manners and forces her to pull her own chair out to sit while he zones in on the bottle of alcohol in the centre of the table.

They look like characters out of two separate worlds. Jewels glitter on her fingers as she taps them agitatedly against the table, clearly as dumbfounded by the situation as you are, especially when she offers her glass to Seokjin to pour her a drink, only for him to thrust the entire bottle of wine in her face.

Your attention is drawn away from the unfolding scene momentarily when Jungkook flies back into the kitchen in typical Jungkook fashion, except this time with an extra bout of zealousness if the stars in his eyes weren't already obvious.

"I take it back!" He puffs, slipping his empty tray beneath his elbow, hands now free to swing Jimin around in circles. "He's the most beautiful human I've ever seen!"

You cross your arms with a sneer. "Looks like a goof to me. That shirt? Not a good look on anyone."

"But his face!"

"Yeah, his face, covered by those obnoxious glasses."

"You didn't see it." Jungkook whispers, pulling your hands into his own. "He could end mankind with that kind of face! And I bet he has a monster dong too-"

"Okay, jeez." You push him away, scrunching your nose in disgust. "No discussing customer's monster dongs in the kitchen."

"So you admit he probably has one?"

"Shush!" You hiss. The kitchen huddle lets out a synchronised gasp and you elbow your way back to the window, peering past a tall chef's hat to fix your attention on the scene which had somehow escalated ten fold since you'd left it.

Seokjin's body is wracked with laughter, hand slamming down ferociously against the table, making his date wince every time the fine china jumps on the table cloth. Her hands are placed carefully atop the napkin in her lap, food untouched as Seokjin takes the liberty to pour himself another glass of wine. He looks utterly uninterested in anything she has to say, and she seems embarrassed by his mannerless behaviour, glancing around anxiously. The tension between them is suffocating, even from your safe distance, and you swear you could cut it with one of the knives hanging from the utensil rack.

Then, Seokjin leans in towards her. He removes his glasses, carefully tucking them neatly into his shirt pocket before resting his chin in his palm to stare at her intently.

Maybe he was finally taking an interest in her? She seems to think the same thing, a small smile creeping onto her face despite her awkward demeanour.

Until it slips from her face nearly as fast as it appeared, replaced by an expression of pure appalled horror when Seokjin whispers something into her ear. You can only see the back of his head so lip reading is out of the question; but if the way her chin drops into her lap was anything to go by, you have a feeling whatever he said was not something you wanted to hear on a first date and probably not from your future husband, either.

Without further ado, the girl throws her cutlery down with a clash, gathering the fabric of her dress and storming out of the restaurant in a manner that suggests the date went badly to say the least.

A ruckus has broken out in the kitchen by this point; Jimin and Jungkook stopping mid monster dong debate to gawk, a rumble of chatter erupting as everyone processes the events you had just witnessed.

What did he say? Do you think it was the steak? What does this mean for Paradise? Is he still gonna marry her?

The last one came from Jungkook and you couldn't help but bite your lip in an attempt to smother the laughter that threatened to spill at his question. "Somehow I don't think he proposed to her just then, Kook."

Your eyes zone in on Seokjin again. He is slumped back in his seat now, knuckles pressed to his eyes. He looks exhausted, a sudden change in demeanour considering this is the same guy who was shooting finger guns at his date a few moments ago. Now he just seems defeated

For a moment you think he is going to get up and leave. That is until he twists in his seat, motioning towards the kitchen window with a crook of the finger. Dessert? He mouths.

The kitchen staff disperse hurriedly, a tinge of red creeping up Hoseok's neck at being caught spying, although it is clear by the smirk on Seokjin's face that he knew you were watching him all along. There is something in his eyes that even has you wiping the amused expression of your face, though. An authority.

"Could this night have gone any worse?" You ask Jimin, referring to Seokjin's debacle. Except Jungkook is quick to interject, thrusting two black bags in your face with a grin.

"For you, yes. Your turn to take out the trash."

You blink at him a few times before reluctantly taking the bags from his grip. They were heavy, nearly making you stumble. How had Jungkook held them so easily?

"Fine." You manage to get out between gritted teeth, struggling to balance with the extra weight in your arms. "But you owe me."

"Oh believe me," There is a glint in Jungkook's eyes that you can't quite put your finger on. What was he up to? "I'll make it up to you sooner than you think."

It's dimly lit when you stumble out back armed with a pile of trash bags, the only light source some fairy lights strung around the palm trees lining the restaurant. It takes all your strength and three tries to haul the heavy trash bags into the dark mouth of the dumpster and you're out of breath by the time you're finished.

Finally satisfied with your work, you wipe your hands on your apron and turn to stalk back inside and flick Jungkook's forehead - except a loud ringing from somewhere in the shadows stops you dead in your tracks.

You stiffen, hand reaching for the door handle as a precaution, head snapping towards the direction of the sound. You can't help the small gasp that leaves your lips when you take in the figure of a tall man leaning against the kitchen wall just a few meters away, the ringing ceasing when he lifts a phone to his ear with a frustrated groan.

Shit! As soon as you realise you're not alone and before you can think better of it you're scrambling behind the dumpster, crouching so that you're just out of view but still in earshot as the figure starts to murmur into the microphone.

"Yeah, dad, I know she flew all the way from Morocco to be here tonight. It's not my fault we weren't compatible!"

Huh? A voice squeaks on the other end of the line, and though you can't work out what they say exactly the frustrated sigh that leaves the man a few meters away tells you it wasn't exactly friendly.

"What makes you think you know what's best for me? I never wanted this stupid engagement in the first place!"

Intrigued and against your better judgement, you brace your hands on the edge of the dumpster and pull yourself on top of a cardboard box discarded beside it to get a better view of the scene. If you strain your neck you can just about see the shadow of a tall figure pacing back and forth just around the corner and you can't help but lean in a little closer to hear his harsh words more clearly, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Because it's my life! I'm sick of you and mom always telling me what to do with it." You raise an eyebrow, ever intrigued when the voice lifts from a hush to a yell. "Fine! I'll go on another date, but you'll see. I won't end up like you. You owe me big time for this, dad."

With that the phone call is cut off with a monotone beep and you see the shadow of the man pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing sharply, before the soles of his polished loafers crunch against the gravel in the direction of where you crouch, eavesdropping. You had enough experience with the residents here to know they wouldn't take this lightly — you had to sign a handful of NDA's before you even got the job, so naturally your eyes widen with panic when you realise you're about to get busted listening in on a confidential call. But before you can dive behind a trash bag and take cover, you lose your footing and find yourself hurtling head first into the dumpster, landing with a crash.

A few seconds pass, the footsteps ceasing as you squeeze your eyes shut and pray your beating heart doesn't give you away, before a voice calls out.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

"No!" You squeak hurriedly, slapping a hand over your mouth when it's already too late and flushing a deep shade of red when you hear a sharp intake of breath and you realise you've blown your own cover

You silently hope the guy will give up and leave, but then you hear someone climbing the outside of the dumpster and you open your eyes to see a puzzled pair of eyes peering down at you from beneath a cocked eyebrow, followed my a loud snort. "You need some help down there, sweetheart?"

This guy might be a total stranger, but any questioning words die on your tongue when you look around and remember you're literally trapped inside a dumpster and your upper arm strength is definitely not enough to get you out of this thing alone and — hold up, there's probably rats in here, right?

You scramble to your feet, brushing your messy hair from your eyes with a nervous laugh. "Uh...yeah. I guess I do."

A steady hand emerges over the edge of the dumpster and with a weak and embarrassed smile you grasp it, suppressing a squeak when the guy unexpectedly launches you over his shoulder so that he can pull you out in one fell swoop and set you safely on the ground.

"Uh, thanks." You manage to get out when you find your balance, awkwardly brushing some dirt from your apron. "Good thing you walked by when you did..."

"Yeah, guess you could call me your knight in shining armor, huh?" The guy chuckles, long and smooth like velvet. A laugh you've heard before, just moments ago in fact. That's when you battle through your embarrassment to look up and face him for the first time, flushing at the involuntary gasp that passes your lips.

The man before you has the deepest eyes you've ever seen, sharp yet soft around the edges beneath the sparkle of the low light and you shiver when they finish looking you up and down to stare into yours directly. Your eyes slip down to the familiar Hawaiian shirt draped over his broad shoulders, eyes widening when you look between your bodies to find his fingers still clasping your own as he eyes you with a curious interest.

"S-Seokjin?" You splutter. He nods, letting out a deeper chuckle this time as though he could hold it back no longer. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same question," He counters, letting you go so he can reach into his pocket to retrieve a half pack of cigarettes and a lighter, ironically just beneath the unmissable NO SMOKING sign. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here hauling trash at this hour?"

"I...work here."

He nods and you just stare at him like an open mouthed idiot. He must think it's because of the way he fiddles to spark a light at the end of his cigarette, drawing his eyes from the stick back to your surprised expression. "What? Oh these? I don't smoke. Stole these from my father's coat pocket." He shakes the box back and forth with a smug grin. "Nothing pisses him off more than loosing his Lucky Strikes. Besides, I own this place, I can do what I like."

You shrug. "Well, your father does." You are speaking too quickly, mentally pinching yourself for not being able to bite your own tongue. "He owns this place I mean. Right?"

A blush creeps up your neck under his gaze which narrows as he draws closer to you. His eyes are a deeper brown up close, like a pot of warm hot chocolate - soft at the edges where they crinkle into a smile at your rushed words. Nothing like the steely glares you usually got from residents here.

"Correct," The toe of his shoe kicks at the gravel beneath your soles while he strings together his next words carefully. "For now. I'll be proud owner of Paradise before the year is out, though."

"Ha." You can't help but snort under your breath, Seokjin's head simply tilting in response with an almost amused curiosity. "I don’t know about that. Didn't look like your fiance wanted to marry you very much."

"Word spreads quick around here, huh?" He lets out a dark laugh, grimacing at the cloud of nicotine that floats away into the nigh from the cigarette between his fingers that flutters to the gravel before it’s even reached his lips. You wince when he uses the toe of his Balenciaga’s to stub it out into a pile of smoldering ash before reaching for another one that he lights in the same way as before. "She wasn't my fiance, actually.To be honest, I hadn't even met her before tonight."

You let out an awkward laugh. "I take it the wedding's off then?"

"Ha ha," You practically hear the roll of his eyes. "At least one of us finds this funny, because my father sure as shit won't." His tone is suddenly chilly and for a moment you think you offended him, though a quick scan of his face reveals a turn up of the mouth that says otherwise. He kicks off from the wall, slinging his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and you swallow thickly as the safe distance between you grows ever smaller, so close you can smell his woody cologne. "It was never on, per se. And it never will be if I have anything to do with it."

You can't help but scoff at the way he tightens his jaw and throws his arms across his chest like a toddler in time out. Sure, you hardly knew the guy but something about his attitude rubs you the wrong way. This is the guy who has everything, yet he's trash talking his lavish lifestyle to a summer employee?

"You're kind of an asshole, huh?"

"Can't say I haven't heard that one before." Seokjin agrees with a smirk. "But you don't seem like much of an angel yourself. First I find you eavesdropping on me, save your ass from a dumpster and then you choose to insult me?"

You shift awkwardly under his intense gaze, worried you might have overstepped, mouth dry as you spit out a response. "I...I didn't mean it like that—"

"God, chill out would you? I’m kidding. You're so stiff it's stressing me out." His tongue snakes out to lick his lips thoughtfully. "You're different, y'know."

"Huh?"

"I can tell you're not like everyone else around here. You're honest." Seokjin explains, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt to allow him some more breathing room as he continues. "Everyone around here is either a liar or a cheat. Or both."

"You don't even know me." You huff.

"You don’t know me either, princess.” Seokjin smirks. “So what makes you so sure I'm an asshole?."

He blinks at you eagerly, and you realise he's serious when he arrogantly waves his hand for you to go ahead and indulge him, like he's somewhat amused.

Well damn. If this guy wanted honesty you'd sure as shit give it to him

"You want the truth?" You suck in a deep breath. "I don't know what I expected when I heard the buzz about you but it certainly wasn't a rich guy who wears hawaiian shirts and makes girls cry on first dates. I don’t need to know a single thing about you to know that you’re an ungrateful asshole, just like everyone else at this resort."

A few seconds pass, Seokjin's eyes widening in momentary surprise like he wasn't used to people telling him the truth, before his face breaks out into a beaming grin. "I have a feeling we're going to be good friends." He glances at your name tag. "Y/N, is it?"

You half nod before you register his words. "Friends, what do you mean—?"

Just then the phone in his grip starts to vibrate violently, and he holds it up so you can see the bold DAD that lights up the screen.

"Sorry to cut this short pretty, but I need to take this. Better get back to work before I cut your pay check, sweetheart." You must look visibly nervous because he bursts into laughter. "What? I'm kidding, remember?"

You roll your eyes, hiding the way your face heats up by spinning on your heels and storming back towards the kitchen, pausing briefly before you can turn the handle when you hear Seokjin call your name.

"Hey. Wait up! One piece of advice. Don't let this place, get to you, okay?" Seokjin calls with a smile. "I like your honesty, it's...refreshing."

And with that he lifts the phone to his ear, disappearing around the shadowy corner with an irritating smile and a finger salute.

For some funny reason, Seokjin's words ring out in your head for the rest of the night. I have a feeling we're going to be good friends. Something tells you that isn't the last time you're going to see Kim Seokjin, and you can't tell if the way your heart skips a beat is a good thing or not.

Much to your surprise, that isn't the last time you see Kim Seokjin.

The next night he returned equally as late and equally as eccentrically dressed and left his date, blonde this time, (though equally as pretty as the last one) flustered and red in the face as she stormed out of the restaurant with glassy eyes and crushed dreams

The night after that you spot him arguing a little too loudly with a feisty lady outside the restaurant, the way he doesn't even stay long enough to finish his champagne a clear indication that the date went less than perfect.

Night after night, the same scenario played out with different unimpressed women, until finally, they just stopped coming. No more girls. No more dates. No more of Seokjin's signature laughter permeating the entire restaurant. Sure, the guy was a complete asshole, that much was clear; but you his absence left the restaurant feeling even more lifeless than before.

Obviously Seokjin's fucked up dating life wasn’t anything to laugh about. But you had to admit his antics put a smile on your face, something which had been few and far between as of late. Even when Hoseok was working you overtime, you found yourself biting your lip to suppress a grin every time Seokjin waltzed through the door. And now he was gone, and with it your small escape from reality.

"Do you think his parents finally gave up?" Jimin sighs one late evening, shaking his wet hands in the face of Jungkook who bats him away playfully.

"Nah, he probably just found a girl he likes." Jungkook reasons. "Made his parents see things from his point of view."

You snort. "They don't sound like the type of parents who would give up that easy." After more dates than you could count on one hand with various suitors deemed good enough for their son, it was clear they were prepared for him to rebel. You doubted they would give in without a fight.

"You might be right..." Jungkook trails off, rushing to smush his face against the window. "Unless...wait! I think he's back!"

"He's back?" You breathe, elbowing Jungkook out of the way and ignoring his ow! of protest, your own breath fogging up the glass now as your eyes dart from table to table in search of a familiar face.

You let out a breathy laugh. Sure enough, there he is. Hair gelled back tonight you noted, bouncing his skinny jean clad knee beneath the table with an impatience you can't quite put your finger on.

Wait...

"Ha!" You almost do a double take. Seokjin is sat alone tonight. No nearly-crying-twenty-something across from him. Just Seokjin with a single flute of champagne in his hand opposite an utterly empty chair.

Well. This is new.

"I think he's been stood up!" You lower your voice to a whisper when your burst of laughter gains a few strange looks. "There's no girl with him this time."

"What?" Jimin splutters, standing on his tip toes in an attempt to see over your shoulder. "No girl?! Let me see!"

You budge over and Jimin lets out a gasp of surprise when he takes in the scene for himself. "The Kim Seokjin got stood up. I can't believe it!"

"Maybe he's getting a taste of his own medicine." You muse.

A mischievous look crosses Jungkook's features and then he is pulling on his black apron and scurrying towards the door. "Let's find out!"

"What? — Jungkook!"

You watch open mouthed as Jungkook approaches the lonely table, fingers quivering around the order notebook he clutches like a safety blanket, with nerves or excitement you can't quite tell; before he exchanges a few words with Seokjin who barely even glances up, lazily folding a napkin in his lap. Jungkook nods vigorously before he speed walks back to the kitchen like his life depends on it, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he thrusts the order slip towards you.

"Two orders of sirloin steak, medium! Pronto!"

"Two?" You and Jimin splutter in unison.

Jungkook looks amused. Too amused for your liking.

"Yup! And guess what?" Jimin is hanging off his every word, desperate pleas of what? making Jungkook chuckle harder. "He wants the chef to serve it."

You narrow your eyes. "Hoseok? Why?"

Jungkook scoffs as if you're being clueless on purpose. "Not Hoseok, idiot!"

"Then who?"

"You." Jungkook points a finger right at you.

"Me? Wait! Jeon Jungkook, you get back here!" Before you can ask questions he is already bounding into the restaurant like a labrador on crack.

"Have fun!" He yells over his shoulder with a wink. "You'll thank me later, Y/N."

Half an hour later and you're stood with two steaming plates balanced on your arm. Why are you so nervous? All you have to do is go out there and serve the food. It's not like he was asking you to kill someone.

But every time you muster up the courage to go out there you remember your encounter with Seokjin outside the kitchens, and you instantly feel weak at the knees.

You smooth down your apron one last time, filling your lungs with the stuffy kitchen air before Jimin's hands clamp onto your shoulders and steer you towards the door.

"What are you—?" One forceful push later and you're stumbling out into the restaurant. "Jimin!"

"You can do this!" You hear Jimin call, the exasperated look you send over your shoulder in response prompting a not so reassuring thumbs up. The way your eyes downturn into a dark glare makes him collapse into a fit of gasps and giggles as he nods for you to keep going.

I'm going to get him back for this...

The table Seokjin liked to frequent is closest to the window, view casting out over the lake which the resort surrounds like a half moon, terribly modern in all it's white pillared glory in contrast to the natural beauty of the clear blue water. The lake is darkened now with the reflection of the midnight blue sky, the soft glow of lanterns lighting up the path around it and illuminating the picture of weeping willows which ripples across the water's surface, disturbed only by canoeists tying up their boats for the evening.

Seokjin doesn't seem interested in the quiet goings on of the resort. He has probably seen them a hundred times before. His back is facing you but you can see how his eyes are transfixed on the sliding entrance doors in the windows reflection. It was late evening and most people would be returning to their suites for the night by now, but Seokjin's steely gaze remains unwavering, like he's expecting it to zip open any minute. Is he waiting for someone?

Some part of you feels sympathetic. It doesn't look like anyone is coming to join him any time soon. Poor guy is about to get a taste of his own medicine and look like a fool sat opposite an empty chair harbouring a plate of uneaten food.

Ha. It's exactly what he deserves, you think. Karma.

Every step towards him feels heavier than the last until eventually you find yourself stood with knees knocking right behind him, food probably going cold with every second you spend coaxing yourself to man up and face him. You silently pray he won't hear the pound of your heart over the low hum of chatter and scrapes of cutlery against china plates that seem to fall away to silence in this corner of the restaurant where it's just Seokjin and you.

You're debating spinning on your heels and making Jungkook do it instead when Seokjin's unrelenting stare at the door snaps up to meet yours in the window's reflection, the authority in his eyes enough to have you hiding behind your hair in shame at being caught dwindling like an idiot.

"I wasn't expecting you to actually come." His voice is a deep hum that makes you jolt and nearly drop the plates. A heat burns your cheeks when Seokjin swirls the champagne in his glass amusedly, facing you with his forearm on the back of his seat and beckoning for you to set the plates down with a nod of his head. An order.

You narrow your eyes, unable to curb the irritation that laces your sigh as you obey him. You set down the dishes, one in front of him and the other in front of the seat still empty of whomever he is expecting. "I wasn't exactly expecting to be serving you tonight either. I usually just prepare the food."

Seokjin doesn't miss the roll of your eyes, snorting at the shake of your hand that gives away the anxiety beneath your front when crystal beads of champagne splash onto the immaculate table cloth as you try to top up his glass.

"Yeah and here's a reason for that. You're a shit waitress."

The way you slam the bottle down onto the table top is a little too aggressive, the legs shaking violently and drawing the eyes of a few of the surrounding diners who wipe their mouths with a delicate astonishment and flash you dark looks at the disturbance.

"Are we done? If I'm so bad then why did you call me out here?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you." His fingers fold the napkin in his lap carefully. He settles back into his chair with a grin laced with mischief while you practically hop from foot to foot with nerves. "Would you sit for a second?"

"I'm an employee." You raise a brow. "I don't think that's appropriate..."

"Please?" He rests his chin in his palms.

You hug your torso and self consciously glance side to side. With a roll of your eyes you sink down into the chair, if a little reluctantly, when you're sure the couple at the table directly opposite are too deep in conversation about the crème brûlée to notice the strange encounter happening beside them.

"Fine! But make it quick or Hoseok might actually shave my head."

Seokjin gets straight to the point. "I need you to do something for me."

There is a glint in his eye as he snatches up the glass intended for the rightful occupant of the leather cushion you perch on, pouring a small amount of champagne into the flute and pushing it towards you with an encouraging nod. You observe the fizzing liquid with caution, turning your nose up at the floral aroma. Was he trying to poison you with Veuve Clicquot?

"Okay, elaborate?"

"I'm going to need you to pretend to be my date." You wait for him to laugh but his lips are pressed together in a line that tell you he is being serious. "You up for it?"

"Excuse me?" An astonished laugh punctuates your widened eyes, voice raising incredulously at his request. "Your what?"

"Hear me out!" Seokjin hisses, holding a finger to his lip to quiet you down when you splutter on the air that feels like it's thickening in your throat. "I just need to get my father off my back. It'll be five minutes tops!"

By this point you are rendered speechless, pinching the inside of your thigh to check if you are trapped in some weirdly vivid nightmare.

You? His date? Oh god...why aren't you waking up?

Your lips curl around a single breathless word. "Why?"

"Hello, I'm Kim Seokjin? Dad owns the resort? Need to get married to inherit it? I thought we went over this the other day—"

Throwing your arms over your chest impatiently, you click your tongue. "I remember idiot! I mean why me?"

"For fucks sake — you want the truth?" He chuckles but it's devoid of any humour. "You're new around here so my father is less likely to recognise you, okay?" He downs the rest of his glass, picks up his fork and pokes the cold steak on his plate restlessly, hardly bothering to look you in the face even when you scoff in disbelief.

You bite your lip, voice quiet. "Is this some sort of game?"

You are no stranger to Seokjin's tricks — you watched them play out with your own eyes, more girls than you could count on one hand leaving the restaurant in tears or worse — and something feels funny in your stomach, an instinct that says he has an ulterior motive you just can't put your finger on.

From the corner of your eye you spot Hoseok poking his head into the dining area, eyes merciless as they scan the room in search of you, the tell tale tap of his foot against the ground a giveaway of his growing impatience which makes you duck out of view in fear.

"If this is just one of your sick jokes then congrats," You deadpan. "I could literally lose my job over this."

"What? No!" He seems genuinely surprised at your accusation, exasperated sigh sounding desperate while his eyes bore into yours with a look that says please. "I'll explain everything. Please?"

He winces when your chair scrapes loudly against the tile as you get to your feet with a disbelieving shake of your head. "Sorry but I have a job to do—"

Suddenly Seokjin lets out a gasp and you hear the automatic glass doors zip open. "Ah shit!"

Seokjin's eyes widen with panic but before you can twist to see who has arrived for yourself, you're being pulled back down into the seat opposite him roughly by the elbow.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Seokjin isn't listening, shrugging his jacket down his arms and wrapping the fabric around your shoulders hastily. "Cover your uniform, okay?"

The smell of his expensive cologne fills your senses and a warm hand squeezes your shoulder pleadingly, the glint in his eye replaced with desperation.

For a moment you falter and his face brightens, believing you to be finally convinced. Until you come back to your senses and slap his hand away. "Get off me!"

"Too late." Seokjin murmurs, but before you can shoot him a questioning glance a pair of polished black shoes stop beside you. Your entire body stiffens, aware of a pair of eyes probing the back of your head.

Oh no.

"Seokjin."

An unfamiliar deep voice rumbles beside you and when you dare to look up you're met with the peering face of an older man who you recognise from the Paradise website. There are traces of Seokjin visible in the curve of his mouth and the sharp edge of his jaw and he was probably considered good looking in his youth.

Ah. So this is Mr Kim?

"You lasted longer than fifteen minutes. This must be a new record, son."

Despite their likeness it's hard to believe they are father and son -- the stern frown keeping a pair of thin framed glasses balancing on Seokjin’s father’s nose along with his crisp tailored suit a far cry from the boy sat cross legged opposite you, wine colored shirt unbuttoned too far to be a mistake.

Seokjin plasters a false grin to his mouth and raises his glass towards Mr Kim, as if to toast. "I told you I would try didn't I?"

Mr Kim says nothing, averting his intimidating gaze to you instead. Your mouth dries when he addresses you directly. "What was your name again?"

Shit! Alarm bells sound in your head, instantly regretting coming out here in the first place and getting mixed up in Seokjin's mess.

You swallow thickly, hardly daring to look him in the eye. "It's — uh," Seokjin is signalling at you with an alarmed look, face falling into his palms with a muffled groan when you fail to catch on. "Y-Y/N. I'm Y/N."

"Is it now?" Mr Kim scratches his chin thoughtfully, humming to himself as he studies your face. Shit, does he recognise you from the kitchen? Are you about to get fired? Your pulse goes into overdrive when his eyes narrow. "I'm sure I remember it being something like—"

"Her middle name!" Seokjin quickly butts in, cutlery clattering onto his plate in his haste to gain his fathers attention. "She goes by her middle name. We were just talking about it actually. Right, Y/N?"

All eyes fall on you again, Seokjin sending you a pleading look, but you don't trust your voice not to waver so you just nod and hide your rosy cheeks by wrapping your lips around rim of the untouched champagne glass.

"Funny middle name." He shrugs, landing an audible slap to Seokjin's back who winces at the hard contact. Mr Kim's eyes seem kinder as they look between you. "I'm proud of you, son. I'm glad you could finally see things from our perspective."

"Sure, dad." Seokjin shrinks away from his fathers touch with a look of distaste. "Now would you do us a favor and leave us to discuss...marriage things?" You choke on your mouthful of bubbly, eyes watering as you try to hold back a spluttering cough.

Thankfully, Mr Kim is already losing interest, flashing Seokjin a thumbs up before striding over to one of the waiters holding a platter of coconut shrimp appetizers and taking a handful for himself.

Watching him gain a safe distance and disappear among a circle of business men at the bar, you finally feel safe to let out the shaky breath you were holding. Seokjin presses his knuckles to his eyes, the vein in his neck protruding with tension.

"What the fuck was that?" He seems to have forgotten your presence, lost in his own thoughts until you rip his jacket from where it sits around your shoulders and throw it into his lap with contempt. Your laugh of disbelief sounds foreign to your own ears, unable to comprehend what actually just happened.

"You're crazy!" You let out breathlessly. "I'm out of here."

Before you can storm off like you want to, Seokjin's hand closes around your wrist and pins you in place.

"Listen, I know you think this is ridiculous but I'm literally about to get on my knees and beg you here. Just do me one more favour." You shoot him a glare and for a second you think he might actually drop to the ground and grovel if you asked him to. "Just one!"

No matter how hard you try to pull away Seokjin is persistent. "Why should I?"

"Because you have a conscience?" He pleads. "The human desire to help others in need?"

"This is crazy—"

"I'll repay you!"

You pause. "How?"

"Undecided." His head tilts in thought. "You need money?"

Disgust courses through your veins. This guy thinks he can buy you? You have encountered some entitled rich guys at Paradise but this has to be the icing on the cake, an unbelievable disconnect from acceptable social discourse — though are you surprised? He doesn't exactly have a reputation for being a good conversation holder for fucks sake, just ask his other dates.

You scoff. "I don't accept bribes. I think we're done here. Good luck with your plan or...whatever."

"Y/N wait—" Something in his voice makes you stop dead this time. An authority. No longer pleading but commanding. "I'll fire you myself right here if you don't help me out just once."

Your heart twists. Part of you knows that whatever Seokjin has in mind will be batshit crazy, if his antics tonight were anything to judge by. It would pain you to do something so demeaning but...you need this job. The decision was practically made for you.

You swivel to face him. He is standing over you now, hands on hips as if he means business. "One favor! That's it!"

He punches the air triumphantly. "You want it in writing or something?" He teases, the glint in his eye back now and taunting as you practically vibrate with a combination of embarrassment and rage.

"Don't push it." You warn.

"Okay, jeez." He throws his hands up in defense. You are acutely aware of the hysterical giggles coming from the kitchen belonging to none other than Jungkook and Jimin and the way your face burns scarlet as you storm away from Seokjin with fists clenched. "I'll let you know when I need you, sweetheart."

09:04, from unknown: — 10 o clock. meet me outside the archery court. — go to locker 16, key will be in the lock. you'll find everything you need inside

The light of your phone stings your half-open eyes, slumber still clinging to your body as you rub away any remnants of sleep with your knuckles and re-read the strange text over and over again.

Archery? An accidental text to the wrong number, surely?

You glance at the clock next to your bed - the text was sent over twenty minutes ago by now. Whoever the recipient was supposed to be wouldn't have long to get ready.

09:26, you: — huh? who is this?

Before you can even set your phone down and swing your legs out of bed your phone pings, the sound enough to make you wince in your sleepy state.

09:26, unknown: — it's seokjin??? — you know, the guy you're supposed to be marrying?

Excuse you?

All remnants of sleep and/or inner peace are ripped away as soon as you see his name pop up on your homescreen.

"Seokjin?" You splutter out loud. A name you never thought you would have to see again, let alone at this time in the morning.

You scramble into a sitting position, back pressed to the headboard as you grip your bed hair in pure disbelief. The three little dots bounce menacingly at the bottom of the screen as you type and re-type a response. Eventually you settle on something simple and to the point:

09:28, you: — how the fuck did you get this number???

Ping ping. You resist a face palm as you gather the confidence to input your password and read whatever bullshit Seokjin responded with.

09:29, unknown: — i think you're forgetting i own this place — not to brag but ive got connections — anyway, you have half an hour to get your ass over here before my sister arrives.

As you thought - utter bullshit. His sister? It's almost as if Seokjin thinks you are actually dating - or even worse, actually getting hitched.

Wait...he doesn't...does he? You suppress a groan. Why else would he be dragging you out of your apartment to go and shoot arrows at targets with his sister instead of polishing his golf club collection or lounging with self made millionaires or whatever rich things rich guys do.

You are just here to get some culinary experience. To blend into the background like the rest of the employees at Paradise, to focus on making the lives of CEO's and retired business men as easy and as luxurious as possible. Why on earth is he even taking notice of you?

09:30, you: — your sister??

09:30, unknown: — yeah? who'd you think you were arching with? — i don't do sports. — count yourself lucky my mom had to take a rain check

Fuck. His mom?

"Get a grip!" You chastise yourself. You had barely spoken two words to each other before the other night, his existence unbeknownst to yours let alone yours to his; the exchange itself a glitch in the simulation and definitely not something which you wanted to make a habit - so why are you instilled with nerves at the thought of meeting this guy's family?

You don't have time to respond with a harsh reminder of your respective positions at Paradise and why this is absolutely a Bad Idea before Seokjin sends a series of reassuring follow up texts, almost as though he read your mind and all it's reluctant thoughts.

09:32, unknown: — don't worry so much this is just to make people think we're really seeing each ohter — other* — hurry, can't have people thinking my future wife isn't punctual — doesn't look good for the reputation 😎

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck!

This is actually happening. How did you manage to get roped into some rich dudes family drama and his consequent plan of deception? And why on earth you fly out of bed, desperately trying to pat down your fly away bed hair while simultaneously shrugging on a pair of jeans is utterly beyond you.

But deep down you know why. It's because you have a sympathy for Seokjin. A goddamn sympathy for the man who seemingly had everything and who every other resident at Paradise wished they could be.

You are increasingly aware of the way your heart hammers against your rib cage, pulse quickening with every tick of the clock that brings you closer to 10 o clock. Not because you're about to see Seokjin again, surely?

Pfft. Of course not! This is just a favour - a formality as an acquaintance if you could even call yourself that.

The clock ticks over to 09:40. No, you promise yourself as you scoop up your bag and your keys. It's doesn’t mean anything, it’s just because you hate being late.

You end up being late anyway, despite rushing to Paradise from your nearby apartment without so much as considering breakfast and somehow managing to gather the courage to open the door to the women's locker room.

Embarrassment pools in your stomach when you feel the quizzical eyes of Paradise regulars burning into your back over the edges of their martini glasses. It takes all your strength to pass by them with your eyes trained to your shoes, hoping to seem unbothered by their towel turbans and gossiping lips.

You’re unsure why you feel so out of place. It's not as if you are trespassing; they gave you a benefits card when you accepted the job, giving you access to some of the resort's facilities. Some would say it was generous, but it's not as if you ever had a chance to use them in between long kitchen shifts.

Luckily, you doubt there's a risk of them recognising you from the kitchen. The resort is mostly populated by younger club members and besides it's not as if they ever cared to study your face for long enough to commit it to memory.

Still, your casual sweater and jeans combo makes you stand out like a sore thumb in a room full of designer polo shirts and athletic wear and you can't suppress the sigh of relief that escapes you when you make it past a hoard of already merry day drinkers on their way to a hot yoga class in search of locker 16 as instructed by Seokjin.

Sure enough, a key sits snugly in the lock. When you open the metal door you find a tennis skirt with a matching polo shirt, both folded neatly beneath a pair of strikingly white sneakers.

You scoop the pile into your arms, surprised when a card flutters to the ground. You recognise the Paradise logo in the corner, an unfamiliar handwritten scrawl smudged across the front in black pen.

Put these on and meet me round the back of the range. I'll be waiting. - SJ

You roll your eyes. Would it kill him to say please? Not that he is used to asking nicely. Manners are few and far between when things are handed to you on a silver platter (or by an underpaid kid with a summer job). At least that's what you gathered from your observations since you got here.

You slip into the white ensemble, silently thanking the you from yesterday for shaving your legs when you notice just how uncomfortably short the skirt is. The fabric smells like one of those expensive perfumes you sprayed at the store once and you briefly wonder who these clothes belong to.

Fastening your hair into a high pony tail like you see the other girls here do, you take a deep breath and finally sidle up to the full body mirror.

Almost everyone has filtered out of the locker room by now, some to spa appointments, others to sports matches and you find yourself alone, nearly choking on the humid air when you take in your appearance for the first time.

You look like you belong here.

Collar popped around your neck, skirt falling in perfect pleats around your waist, hair falling against your cheekbones. Not a speck of dirt on the branded shoes cushioning your soles.

For a moment you feel a sense of pride fill your chest, head resting high on your shoulders as you bask in the confidence that washes over you until you feel giddy with belonging.

Until you remember what you really are. An imposter.

Despite your Paradise inspired appearance you are nothing but a fake. A smudge on one of the picture perfect Paradise postcard's in the gift shop.

Your shoulders deflate, the sudden urge to tug your sweater back on and run as fast as you can becoming overwhelming.

Your let yourself slump onto one of the plush couches, head falling into your hands. What are you doing here? Letting some guy dress you up like a doll and show you off to save his own ass?

Besides, his family would see through you as soon as you walked out there. After all a polished stone, although pretty, can never be a diamond. And these people know diamonds like the back of their hands.

Is it because he has the authority to fire you from the kitchen job you worked so hard to get? Or is it because somewhere deep inside you are curious to see what could be in this for you?

A vibration on the couch beside you draws you from your thoughts.

10:09, unknown: — where r u????? — you know where the range is right???

God, why didn't you just say no in the first place?

"Just get on with it," you tell yourself sternly. Meet his sister, smile politely and leave without owing Kim Seokjin a single thing.

You will save his ass, buy him the time he needs to convince his parents to get off his back. And then you can go back to your culinary uniform and back to serving up lobster to rich people and you can forget this ever happened and that he so much as exists.

With a shaky breath you get to your feet, throwing your familiar clothes into the locker along with your comfort zone and what feels like your entire identity.

If this is going to work you couldn't think like Y/N, you realise. You have to think like a Paradise country club member. And luckily for you, your careful observation of other residents from the kitchen gives you quite a lot of material to work with.

Before you can second guess yourself you're taking a deep breath and striding out of the locker room door and into the sunny resort grounds.

Oh god. I'm really doing this. You suddenly feel exposed as you pass the golf court, just managing to dodge a rattling cart before it flattened you.

A pair of girls stroll past with arms interlinked, tennis rackets swinging at their sides leisurely as they make their way to the course.

Oh god. They're gonna see through you. Oh god. Just smile!

You let the corners of your mouth curve up into the closest thing to a smile you can muster, pleased when you earn a friendly nod in greeting before they dive back into their conversation again.

Nobody is noticing. You hold your head high, telling your shoulders to relax and look natural. You can do this.

You reach the range but instead of following the group of middle aged men ahead of you up to the front entrance, you slip round the back. Your eyes land on him instantly; none other than Kim Seokjin, leaning impatiently against the wall, just like he said he would be.

His appearance is enough to have you faltering in your tracks. Unlike the last time you saw him when he donned a much less flattering eye sore of a Hawaiian shirt, he's put together from head to toe - white button up tucked into a pair of tailored trousers, brown loafers showing off his ankles, the whole outfit finished off by a knit sweater tied around his shoulders.

"Wow." You can't help it. You're starting to see why he had a reputation for being particularly easy on the eye.

You swallow thickly, shaking the stunned feeling from your head and ignoring the way your heart beats a little faster the closer you draw to him.

"Finally!" Seokjin hums as he lets out a frustrated huff, eyes glued to the Rolex on his wrist. "Where have you been-"

His breath hitches when he finally looks up and takes you in for the first time. You were surely imagining the way his eyes widen and look you up and down. Right?

"Well well," Seokjin regains his self control quickly, licking his lips. "Someone scrubs up well."

Smartass. "To my credit you've only ever seen me in my work clothes."

"Touché." He purses his lips. "Nobody could make those hats look good. Except me, obviously."

There is that glint in his eye again. As if he is messing with you to get you riled up again. If he wasn't the Kim Seokjin you'd mistake him as flirtatious.

You hug your torso, confidence dwindling with every second you stand beneath Seokjin's probing gaze, anxious to get out onto the range before it dissipates completely. "So? Are we just gonna stand here?"

"You turn up late and then have the audacity to order me around?" His eyebrows furrow and for a second you think he's going to warn you. Remind you who has the power here.

But then his face breaks out into an amused smirk and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. "Remember when I said I think you and I are going to get along just fine?"

Seokjin slings his hands into his pockets, striding towards the back door of the facility. He shakes the handle before using his key card to let you both into the archery equipment lodge.

You trail behind him. "Don't get too comfortable," You warn. "This is a one time thing."

Seokjin muses over a selection of crossbows in display cases before fishing in his pocket for a key, unlocking the glass and taking down two flashy ones. He grabs a quiver loaded with arrows from a stand and thrusts both into your arms without warning.

"Sure." He is slinging a quiver over his own shoulder now. He holds open the door to the archery range, gesturing for you to go first. So now he has manners? "If you say so."

The archery range is an expanse of perfectly pruned green grass, surrounded by the breathtaking scenery of fragrant rose bushes and trailing ivy that the resort boasts. And, as you're learning, an excuse for refreshments, as you find yourself now in a fancy veranda bar with high arching windows that overlook the distant targets, serving chilled lemonade and Prosecco and appetisers on fancy napkins.

"Pretty cool, right?" Seokjin asks, resting his elbows on the windowsill and smirking at your speechlessness and open mouthed expression. "But quit looking so surprised, yeah? You gotta make my sister think this is normal for you."

You don't have time to ask what he means before you are being spun around and engulfed in a hug. You freeze, sucking in a breath of surprise, the sickly smell of fancy shampoo engulfing your senses as your face is pushed into a head of perfect ringlets.

"You must be Y/N." The person, a woman, purrs into your ear. "It's good to finally meet you." The way she draws out the word makes you nervous.

This is Seokjin's sister?

Something about it doesn't feel how a hug is supposed to. Instead it feels like a silent interrogation. Are you good enough to be one of us? Nothing about it is warm. Instead it's sticky, your hands patting her back awkwardly, counting the seconds in your head until it is acceptable to pull away from her stiff hold.

When she lets go you are met with the tight lipped smile of a pretty twenty something, eyes scanning your face from beneath a sun visor. A customised hot pink quiver drapes across her shoulder and you notice the way she eyes your borrowed equipment distastefully.

"That would be me." You force a smile that ends up being a little too wide, glancing nervously at Seokjin who simply nods in encouragement. "It's good to...finally meet you too?"

She holds you at arms length, giving you a once over before speaking tightly. "Well aren't you a doll?"

You must look as terrified as you feel because her eyebrows raise triumphantly. Seokjin senses the tension. He looks between the two of you almost worriedly, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. For a second you think his concern is kind of sweet...No! Not allowed.

"No hug for me?" Seokjin swoops in and his sister's features harden at his sarcastic tone, a punch landing on his shoulder which he pretends to rub better, emitting a small ow!

"You're late."

"Sorry Hyejin, couldn't find my best shoes." Seokjin throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you from her grasp a little protectively and flashing an award winning smile that makes your heart flip...No! Definitely not allowed.

"Those are your best shoes?" She grimaces, shaking her head with an air of disappointment. "You left me waiting here for half an hour for those?" Her eyes narrow at you accusingly, as if she knows the truth and wants you to offer an apology.

Seokjin is quick to save you again. "Yup. All my fault. Shall we shoot?"

"Gladly." She smooths down a stray curl, studying her reflection in the glass windows. "I've been itching to see Y/N's aim since I got here. I hear you are a pro, no?"

You choke. A pro?

Luckily she's already stalking across the deck in her click-clacking wedges and out onto the damp green grass, missing the panicked glance shared between yourself and Seokjin.

"Uh-"

"Um-"

Seokjin shrugs his shoulders. Think of something, he mouths.

She stops dead, shooting a puzzled glance over her shoulder. "Well are you?"

"Not exactly-" You start.

"I think you're thinking of one of the other...candidates, Hyejin." Seokjin says carefully. He places his palm at the small of your back. The gesture was probably just for show but it comforts you none the less.

"I'm sure she's just being modest." She says to Seokjin, but she's looking right at you. Her forefinger taps against her palm and you can almost see the puzzle pieces falling together in her head before her expression smooths out and you let out a sigh of relief. "So. Shall we?"

Seokjin nods sheepishly. Hyejin slings an arrow into her bow with the ease of an expert, Seokjin quickly following suit. And it is in that moment, as you watch them shoot equally as precise shots to the centre of their respective targets, that it dawns on you. You have never shot a bow and arrow in your life.

"Let's see just how good you are." Hyejin steps back, offering you the main stage. You squint at the targets in the far distance, the rings blurring into one. How on earth did they make hitting those things look so easy?

"Sure thing." You wince at the strain in your voice as you fumble to pull an arrow from your quiver, fingers shaking as you try to sling it into the bow.

You can do this..

You lift the bow, close your eyes and hope for the best when you let go of the arrow, watching as it flies a short distance before sticking upright in the dirt just short of the target.

Cheeks scarlet, you glance at Hyejin who looks positively horrified. "When you said not exactly good I wasn't expecting you to be so...inexperienced. No personal trainer?" She muses, eyeing you quizzically, to which you shoot her an embarrassed smile in confirmation. "Anybody would think it was your first time!" You sheepishly giggle along to the hearty chuckle she enjoys at the mere thought, spluttering when her face suddenly darkens "It's not right?"

You freeze. "Uhhh..."

"It's just nerves," Seokjin insists, palms clamping your shoulders and thrusting you forward again. "She's probably just shitting it because you're watching."

"Language!" Hyejin scolds, letting the roll of Seokjin's eyes slip when she sees you fiddling with another arrow.

This time you prepare the bow with ease, a bout of confidence washing over you as you make eye contact with Seokjin over the top of the bow you raise to your shoulder. His eyes soften slightly and he offers an encouraging nod as you squint at the target and shoot the arrow straight into the centre ring.

You're momentarily shocked at your own abilities before Seokjin is letting out a genuinely impressed hoot, his hand coming between you to offer a sly high five unbeknownst to Hyejin. A silent congratulations for not completely fucking up.

"Pretty good." Hyejin nods, looking genuinely impressed, and you give yourself a silent pat on the back.

Holy shit. This is really working! She believes you belong here!

"Although I'm not sure where father got the idea of professional from with that technique," She lowered her voice, clearly only intending for Seokjin to hear the last part despite you standing beside her. "I must admit her figure seems better suited to tennis anyway..."

Or not. Maybe you still have some work to do...

Hyejin seems in a hurry to get to the next target, and Seokjin hangs back to whisper in your ear before you follow.

"Congrats," He hums with a smirk. "You fit right in. Welcome to Paradise, Y/N."

The next forty five minutes pass quicker than you expect.

"— and I said, 'How could you seat the Jeon's next to the Jung's when you know they're feuding about the business contract'?" Hyejin exclaims. "Scandalous."

"Scandalous." You reply with a bored attempt at enthusiasm, raising your eyebrows at Seokjin over the rim of your glass as you sip cloudy lemonade through a straw. To his credit he looks equally as exhausted with Hyejin's spiel, shaking his knee impatiently as he itches for an opportunity to pounce.

As Hyejin continues to make mildly interrogative small talk and you find it increasingly easier to think on the spot when she asks about your family's (imaginary) dynasty and the university degree in economics you (supposedly) possess, you start to feel more comfortable. But Seokjin still refuses to loosen the arm resting around your shoulders keeping you planted by his side all afternoon, as if he is nervous his sister might swoop down like a bird and take you away at any moment, like a toddler with a toy.

That's why when she suggests a trip to the little girls room to powder your noses, Seokjin throws you a reluctant look. He protests at first when you readily agree (hoping to splash some cold water on your face to cool the constant burn that seems to have settled into your every pore) and he still looks concerned, knee bouncing nervously, when you peel yourself away from his body and disappear into the bar a few steps behind Hyejin who doesn't seem interested in side by side small talk.

In fact, you use the bathroom in silence and she doesn't speak another word until you catch her gaze in the mirror as she emerges from a cubicle behind you.

"You might have my little brother fooled but I see right through you, you know." She sets down her cosmetics bag on the sink, retrieving an expensive tube of lipstick and swiping the pinkish colour over her lips nonchalantly.

The tap stops running over your soaped up hands as you try to curb the nausea her words induce. Does she know who you are? Who you really are?

Despite the shake to your voice you try to play it cool. "W-what do you mean?"

Hyejin's laugh is small and tight, nothing about it humorous at all. Her eyes never leave her reflection, fluffing up her curls with an air of superiority. "I see through parasites like you straight away."

Your mouth falls agape with astonishment. "Parasites?"

"You should know that I have people all over this place who will find out exactly why you came here." For the first time she turns to look you dead in the eye, a bitter smile lacing her lips smugly. She is eye level but it feels like she is towering above you. "What is it you want? Money?"

"No I—"

"Just wait." Hyejin slings her bag over her shoulder triumphantly, voice getting smaller as her heels click across the tiles to the door. She pauses, poking her head back into the room as if burdened with an after thought. "You could do with some more mascara, by the way, darling. Would make you look much prettier."

And then she's gone, leaving you to watch her hips swaying into the distance with hands dripping dry onto the ground.

By the time you calm your nerves enough to emerge from the bathroom looking semi-confident, Hyejin is already ordering another drink and Seokjin is straining his neck to search for you anxiously.

Even from a few meters away you can see the way he sighs with relief when he spots you approaching. It didn't last for long though as he must notice the slightly reddened rings around yours eyes that weren't there before and before you can give him a watery smile in greeting, he is on his feet.

"What happened?"

You bite your lip. "Seokjin, I think I need to go."

"I knew this would happen. Did she try and get in your head?" You nod and his face darkens. "I was an idiot bringing you here."

"It's fine, I shouldn't have agreed, you stay and I'll just go—"

"Right!" Seokjin makes a show of slapping his palms to his knees, practically jumping to his feet and dragging you up with him by your elbow, only a hare away from spilling the drink in your hands. "Sorry to cut this short but I think it's time for Y/N and I to be going."

Hyejin looks positively furious at the suggestion of saying goodbye, gesturing towards the bucket of ice in the centre of the table you had inhabited after your arms began to hurt from holding the archery bow. "But we haven't even opened the Champagne yet, Jin-"

"Oh I don't day drink." You wave her off, biting your lip with instant regret when you see how her face hardens.

"Sorry Hyejin but there really just isn't enough time," Seokjin insists, reaching for your bag to save you the trouble, slinging it across your shoulder and pushing you by the shoulders towards the exit. It's not like you have a choice in the matter but you have to admit you are relieved the whole fiasco is finished. "Send my best wishes to Wonho and Minhye!"

"Minhyuk." Hyejin splutters as she staggers to her feet, chair scraping obscenely. "Your nephew's name is Minhyuk!"

"Good to know!" Seokjin calls over his shoulder, already speed walking into the lobby before you can make out her response.

When Seokjin decides there is enough distance between you and the range he drops his arm from where it drapes around your shoulders. You didn't realise it was there until it was already gone, a cold emptiness settling over you. Why had it felt so natural?

He lets out a deep sigh of relief. "Thank god that's over with. I thought she would never stop talking."

You snort in agreement. "I've never told so many lies in my life."

"I find that hard to believe." Seokjin smirks when you slap his arm playfully. "It came too easily to you."

"It's your fault! Your deceptive ways are rubbing off on me!"

"Deceptive ways?" Seokjin splutters, a genuine laugh spilling from his lips. Heartier and much different to the strained chuckles he's been giving Hyejin all day. You decide by the way your heart lurches that you like it much better. "I'll have you know I never lie."

"You're joking right?" Surely he is aware that it was him that roped you into this identity fraud master plan in the first place? The smirk on his face says yes. It's your turn to laugh, mimicking his earlier tone. "I find that hard to believe."

"Then ask me a question and I'll tell you the honest truth and nothing but the truth."

"Uhh okay?" You pause, mulling over all the questions you really want to ask. Why did you choose me? Does this make us friends? Are you gonna look through me again at the restaurant when this whole thing is over? Before you sheepishly settle on something more appropriate.

"How much is the resort worth? It must be a lot if you would go to all this...trouble."

"Five hundred."

"Five hundred thousand?"

"You're coy. Of course not." He chuckles. "Million."

Oh. Well now everything makes sense.

"Come on, ask me another." Seokjin bumps his shoulder against yours playfully, hair falling in his eyes that you’re desperate to push away. Your cheeks burn. "What's on your mind, kitchen girl?"

Don't say it...don't say it...

"D-did your sister hate me?"

Too late. The question slips out before you can stop it and you slap a hand over your mouth in shock.

He narrows his eyes. "Why do you want to know?"

Why do you want to know? It's not like any of this really mattered - it wasn't real after all. So why does your stomach twist when you remember the spiteful way Hyejin spoke to you?

You flash a sheepish smile. "J-just interested."

Your ego was just bruised that's all. It was natural to feel bad when someone didn't like you, right?

"Then yes."

Oh.

Your chest clenches for no reason. Maybe he really never lies after all, huh?

Seokjin must notice the way you pout. "It's not personal! That's just how she is. Honestly, out of all the candidates so far you're the one she hated the least..."

You snort. "Good to know?"

You come to a stop outside the locker room doors. You don't know what to say - what is left? Goodbye? Thank you?

You're probably never going to speak to him again, true; but goodbye feels too formal. Too real. Instead you stay quiet, the sound of cicadas and balls hitting racquets filling the silence as Seokjin’s chocolate brown eyes make you weak at the knees when they darken, his body drawing ever closer to yours.

"Aren't you gonna ask how I plan on repaying you?"

Seokjin's fingers wrap around your elbow before you can slip away and you gasp at how his skin burns yours. You swallow thickly. The light bounces off his face dazzlingly and you have to admit he looks good right now, with his shirt unbuttoned lazily and his bitten lips inches from yours.

"I-I forgot about that." You admit. Sure you had been uptight about this whole idea initially but you couldn't deny the fact that today had been kinda fun. Did you really need a reward? Maybe you'd got a little lost in pretending to be someone else. So what?

"Well," Seokjin draws closer until your back presses against the wall, his breath hot next to your ear. "I have something in mind."

Your pulse quickens when you feel his hand rest upon your hip, the rise and fall of his chest so close that you get tingles down your spine.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "W-what is it?"

His chuckle is warm against your sensitive neck and you shudder when his lips ghost over your skin, so so close. "Can I show you?"

"Sure." You breathe.

And then he takes you by the chin, lining up your mouths and crashing them together in a hot tangle of tongue and teeth, his chapped lips moving against yours with an urgency. Your arms snake around his neck, tangling in the hair at his nape and pulling him into you with a thump.

Before your eyes can flutter shut and your heart can get lost in the feeling of his teeth pulling at your bottom lip and the taste of sour lemonade that still lingers on his tongue, Seokjin pulls back with a smirk, eyes dropping to your parted lips and then back to your blown out eyes with a satisfaction.

He runs a knuckle down your cheek. You feel your legs weaken. "I want you."

The huskiness in his voice makes your head spin, chest burning with the desire to connect your lips again. But you resist.

"Why?" You squeeze your eyes shut, head lolling back against the wall to avoid his gaze, embarrassed at how shaky your voice sounds after one kiss. God, you're weak. "Why me?"

"Like I said," Seokjin's fingers trace down your sides, eyes darkening when he notices the way the light touch makes you shiver under him. "I want you. Have since I first saw you."

He wants you? What about all those other girls, the ones he sent running? The ones who were much more suited to him than you would ever be?

"So what?" You scoff, biting your lip to stop a needy gasp when he presses a bold kiss to your jaw. "Want to add me to the list of girls who — mmf — w-who you seduced?"

He pauses, lips pressed against your burning skin for a little longer while he registers your words. "Maybe." He resumes his earlier actions, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "Is that so bad?"

"I can't do this." You bite your lip. This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't intending on letting Seokjin get to you, didn't mean to become a mark in his black book or a notch in his bed post.

"Why not?" He presses his forehead to yours. Your breath hitches and you will the warm tingle in your stomach to go away. "I saw you checking me out on the range."

The way he grins tells you that you hadn't been so subtle after all.

"And besides," Seokjin grips your ass through your skirt, making you gasp to his satisfaction. "This way, I get to pay you back and have some fun of my own."

"H-how?" You can feel yourself slipping. Into his touch, into his words.

"By making you cum." That had your panties damp and he knew it, the heat between your legs distracting you from the way he groans against your lips when your hips buck into him involuntarily.

It's like he knows what you need, slotting his leg between your own and putting pressure on the growing ache in your core. "I know you want this too."

He's right, the way the cotton of your panties has begun to cling to your folds a tell tale sign of your arousal. Seokjin knew exactly how to make you putty in his hands. Every teasing touch of his lips to your neck, every feather light trace of his fingers has him chuckling darkly when you melt into his body, unable to resist the way he makes your core ache needily for his touch.

"Come on, I can make you feel good." Your breath hitches when fingers toy with the hem of your skirt. "If I just lift this up..."

Oh god. If you don't stop now it'll be too late...

His hand slips beneath your skirt, pads of his fingers hooking your sodden panties to the side, the flash of cold air against your needy folds making you whine into the crook of his neck. "P-please."

You feel him smirk against your hair, speaking with a tone so sickly sweet you would've rolled your eyes if your clit wasn't already pulsating for his touch. "Please what?"

"Make me cum."

"I knew you would come round." He pulls back to face you, drinking in the expression on your face which you presume is utterly fucked out. You have to admit the way his own irises have darkened with what you recognise as lust makes your stomach leap in anticipation. "So desperate for me already hm?"

You whine, somewhat in confirmation, somewhat in frustration at his refusal to touch you even when you buck against his hand. "Please."

"I wouldn't have put you down as the begging type." His hand suddenly cups your heat, pads of his fingers circling your entrance teasingly. He lets out a choked groan when he feels your arousal. "This wet for me? Already?"

"What do you expect?" You stammer, squeezing his shoulders and holding back on the urge to buck against his palm again. "You've got your hand up my skirt."

"Mmm, I could just make you come undone right here." His eyes darken, tongue snaking out to wet his chapped lips hungrily. "Could easily fuck you out nice and slow with my fingers if I wanted to, hmm?" Seokjin has begun to circle your entrance teasingly, making you squirm every time he nearly slips inside.

"Fuck." Your eyes are squeezed shut, breathing already laboured despite him barely even touching you, just the thought of him filling you up getting you dangerously worked up. "I want you to."

"What was that?" Seokjin's lips curve up mischievously, one of his fingers nearly filling you up before he removes his hand and you groan with frustration. "Gotta use your words sweetheart."

Your heart thumps at the use of the pet name but you choose to ignore it, instead reaching between your bodies to clasp his wrist before it disappears completely. "Fuck me," you pant, eyes roaming his with desperation. His staunch gaze never falters. "Please, fuck me now."

Seokjin connects your swollen lips again, but not before mumbling against them gruffly. "Remember you asked for it."

Then, his free hand to spreads your legs, knee stopping them from closing as his other hand closes in on your aching core. The feeling of his digits running down your soaked slit has you panting and you feel your legs buckle when he pressed two of his lithe fingers into your heat without warning. You are dripping by now, hole accommodating the stretch and allowing his fingers to slip inside easily.

Your clit pulsates with need and you want to feel Seokjin everywhere, have him take you in any way he wants, momentarily lost to the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of your heat; until you remember that you have Seokjin's hand down your pants in broad daylight and anyone could walk by and see just how weak he makes you.

"Wait!" He halts his ministrations, raising a brow. "W-we can't, not here."

You mewl when his thumb ghosts across your swollen clit, touch light but enough to have you gasping into the crook of his neck.

"Let's take this inside, then." Before you can ask what he means his fingers disappear, leaving your hole clenching agonisingly around nothing again. He presses the arousal coated digits to your lips and you enjoy the way his jaw tightens as you eagerly take them into your hot mouth, humming when you taste yourself on your own tongue. "Fuck you'll drive me crazy if you keep this up."

You can tell you are getting to him, even if he is trying to hide it. The way his eyes roll back when you suck his fingers clean, how he bites his cheek to stop a lustful groan when his eyes dip between your bodies to your almost naked heat tells you all you needed to know.

He can't take it any longer.

Seokjin pulls his hand away with a wet pop, your throbbing heat protesting when he let your legs fall shut, linking his clammy hand with your own. "Come with me."

It takes a second to remember how to walk, letting him pull you behind him in your dizzy haze. His hand is warm in yours and your entire body aches to feel them on you again. It's already too late to hide your swollen lips and slightly mussed up hair before Seokjin drags you right into the men's locker room .

"Wait, we can't do it in here—"

"Everyone out!" Seokjin's voice bellows through the locker room, all its inhabitants pausing their ministrations to peer at you curiously.

You try to let go of Seokjin's hand to button up your shirt but he won't let you, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you hide behind him self consciously, knees knocking. "We need to use the locker room."

A groan erupts through the room, a chorus of again? permeating the sound of lockers slamming shut with frustration before one by one all the dudes in the locker room began to shuffle past you to the exit.

"Seokjin!" You hiss, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear angrily. "Now everyone knows!"

Seokjin's thumb rubs across your knuckles soothingly. "Who cares?"

You feel your cheeks flush hotly when a man you recognise from the restaurant, now wearing nothing but a towel, narrows his eyes in a knowing look. You willed the ground to swallow you up.

The sound of footsteps ceases, the door swings closed and finally you're alone.

"Better?" Seokjin turns to you expectantly.

"I can't believe you just did that!" You cover your face with your palms. "God how am I going to look any of them in the eyes again."

"They don't care." He soothes, your unamused expression not faltering still.

"Are you even allowed to do that? W-What if they tell someone—"

"They won't," Seokjin smirks. "They value their memberships here too much."

You bite your lip. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

Seokjin rushes forward to cup your face in his palms reassuringly. The act feels a little too sincere and you nearly melt at the intimacy, resisting copying his motion by pinching your palm instead. "It's okay, seriously! They're just jealous that I get lucky more around here than any of the old bastards have in their entire lives."

"I don't believe you." Your words are muffled by his chest, his chuckle vibrating against your cheek.

"They're jealous because they'll never get this lucky."

"Huh?" Seokjin's hands slide down the small of your back to cup your ass, lifting your entire weight so that your legs wrap around his waist. You let out a giggle of surprise when his face comes into view, smirking up at you.

"Lucky enough to get someone as pretty as you underneath them."

There they are again, the butterflies in your stomach, the skip of a beat in your heart, a warmth spreading through your chest that feels too good to question right now. "Technically I'm above you." You mumble. "Besides they were all, like, fifty years old or something."

"Just shut up would you?" Seokjin stumbles forward, throwing you roughly onto one of the couches. The fabric feels like velvet when your nails clutch at it desperately, trying to hold on to whatever control you have left when Seokjin drops to his knees between your legs to hover over you. "And kiss me for fucks sake."

You oblige, pulling him by the collar to connect your lips in a kiss even more heated than before if that was even possible. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for entrance and you sigh contentedly into the kiss when he pulls your face even closer with his palms.

"F-fuck." He pulls back with a pop, hands roaming along the tops of your thighs too teasingly for you to handle. By now you're so worked up that you just needed him to take you roughly, the thought of his cock pounding in and out of you making you moan when you feel his bulge brush your leg. God you want him more than you knew it was possible, the way your clit pulses at the thought of how good it would feel to come around him or better yet feel him come inside you overwhelming.

"Seokjin, p-please fuck me." You practically whine, letting your head fall against the couch cushion when his thumbs fiddle with the lace of your panties. "Wanna feel you inside me."

The sound that comes from his throat seems strangled. "Fuck, what did I say about driving me crazy?"

"Need you so bad," You rotate your hips to emphasise your desperation, the action providing you with no relief when his steel like grip prevents you from putting any pressure on your dripping folds. "Wanna cum for you."

You blink up at him through your lashes and you swear you see his adam's apple bob as he swallows a moan. He liked it when you provoked him, you could tell. His resolve is crumbling with every word out of your mouth.

"Please, I'm so wet." Fuck, you are. You can feel it dripping down your ass, probably making a mess of the couch below you. You hope it can be dry cleaned. "Just fuck me now—mmf!"

Seokjin shuts you up with a hard press of his lips to yours, the action conveying he's just as desperate as you, the way his hands trembled telling you he isn't as unaffected as he wants to appear.

His breathing is nearly as ragged as yours now. "You like riling me up don't you?"

He runs a shaky hand through his hair exasperatedly and you look up at him hopeful, willing him to touch you, kiss you, anything.

"I'm not going to fuck you."

Oh.

You stiffen beneath him, his words shocking you still.

He doesn't want you. Simple as that.

This was just another one of his games and you fell straight into it. You close your eyes and braced for him to start laughing. To point his finger and tell you how lame you are for ever thinking that someone like him could want someone like you.

Except nothing comes. Just the sound of your shaky breaths and a shower running nearby.

"Why?" Your voice is small now and you draw your knees to your chest, trying to hide as much from him as possible. "You don't want to?"

He looks dismayed at your suggestion, palms shooting out to push you back down and pull you back into his hold again.

"It's not that, Y/N." You let out a relieved breath, not fighting Seokjin when his forehead falls against your chest in defeat, heavy breaths ghosting across the tops of your breasts. You're sure he can feel the way your heart beats uncontrollably in your chest.

"Then why?" You bite your lip. You sound too needy, to whiny. Why do you even care if he wants you or not? This is a one off anyway.

"God, I want nothing more than to strip you and see you bounce on my cock right here"

Oh.

Seokjin's lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly like a man deprived, as though he can't hold back any longer. His hands roam everywhere they can reach, rubbing your breasts over your shirt before his fingers work on the buttons eagerly.

"S-Seokjin..."

"Would give anything to see you come undone on my cock. Bet you'd moan so pretty when I pound you, yeah?"

Truth be told you'd let him right now if he said the word, the thought of him stretching you out making you see stars before he has even properly touched you. Your core is hot and sticky against your panties while you clench around nothing while his every word makes you writhe to be filled. "Then w-why don't you?"

"Because there's plenty of time for that, princess." He flashes you a smile. Plenty of time? Why did he make it sound as if this wasn't a one time thing? As if you'd be back for more? "This is for you remember? Gotta pay you back."

You yelp when Seokjin lifts your ass, thumbs finally dragging your panties down your legs and throwing them behind him before he spreads your legs with a hunger. "Let me taste you, hm?"

Seokjin pushes your skirt around your waist, exposing your core to his hungry eyes, drinking in how you look all spread out for him. Just the sight of him so close to your dripping heat makes the coil in your stomach tighten and you're sure you could cum just from the way his lips part in anticipation.

He looks up at you for confirmation, smirking when you nod your head before falling back against the couch weakly when he drags a finger down your slit teasingly, licking his lips when you mewl at the brief contact with your clit. "So pretty."

He sinks back against his heels, cheek warm against your inner thigh, hot breath caressing your clit. A moan escapes you at the feeling much to his amusement, his bruising grip on your thighs stopping you from bucking up. "Hurry up — mmf — please."

For the first time he listens to your request, skipping the teasing to run a long stripe up your soaking slit. Seokjin groans against your clit and you quiver, his staggered breaths hot against your dripping folds. "Taste so good, sweetheart."

"S-Seokjin," Hands spread your legs as far as they cN go and then plump lips engulf your clit, sucking with a perfect harshness that makes your legs shake and your head fall back with a gasp, hands tangling in his blonde locks tightly enough to have him groaning blissfully. "Fingers!"

The breathiness of your voice makes him chuckle against your heat, vibrations enough to have your knees straining to close around his head, the pressure between them almost too much. "What was that?"

"Fingers," You reiterate, aware of how fucked out you soundjust from feeling his tongue on your clit, every teasing flick making your entrance pulse. "Inside me, now."

"No please?" The drag of Seokjin's flat tongue down your slit to prod at your hole is sinful, the way he took to fucking you with his tongue teasingly drawing small whimpers from your lips. It's mesmerising how he knows just how to make you fall apart.

"P-please!"

The gentle brush of his nose against your clit nearly has you coming on the spot. "Turn over." He growls against your mound. An arm wraps around your waist and before you can protest his mouth leaving your heat, you are being flipped onto your hands and knees, Seokjin's palm pushing your head down against your forearms so that your ass comes up for his viewing pleasure. "That's more like it."

"F-fuck." It feels dirty being on display for him like this, dripping wet and wiggling your hips, desperate for friction against your spread folds. Pressing your cheek to the couch, you catch a glimpse of Seokjin's expression as he takes you in, eyes black with desire, lips still coated in your sticky arousal.

"Shit." His breath hitches. "Such a pretty pussy, hm?"

It's your turn to take a shaky inhale when a single finger circles your entrance, Seokjin humming approvingly when you clench hopelessly around nothing. Knowing you are so close to being filled even with a single finger gets you panting, circling your hips and trying to sink down onto the digit that smears your wetness through your folds lewdly. Seokjin pulls his hand away with a click of his tongue.

"That desperate to be filled, baby?" His tone is taunting, followed by a chuckle when you whine at the way his words make your clit throb. "Fuck, such a slut, dripping wet for just my fingers."

He reaches around to press the pad of his finger against your lips and you suck it instinctively, humming when you taste yourself, some of your sticky arousal smearing on your chin. Seokjin's head rolls back, the visual practically sending him into sensory overload.

"Such a slut," A loud slap fills the room, a palm landing flat against your upturned ass, the sensation making you cry out in surprise. His breath is hot and ragged against your ear. "You like that?"

Despite the embarrassed shake of your head another smack lands to the flesh of your other cheek with enough force to leave a mark this time. It stings when he rubs his calloused hands over the reddening skin that is now burning hot where it collided with his palm but the pain quickly dissipates to pleasure and you bite your hand to stop from moaning out too lewdly. "Use your words, princess."

"Seokjin!" You can't hold back from whining his name when his palm lands straight on your heat, the sharp pain a somehow welcome relief when he instantly rubbed a few soothing circles into your folds with the pads of his fingers, each graze of your clit making your legs shake uncontrollably. "I-I need more."

"This?" Without warning he presses two fingers into your pussy, entrance squeezing around him wildly at the pleasant stretch. Every flick of his wrist permeates through the locker room with a loud squelch, testament of just how worked up you were.

"Ugh!" Every drag of his fingers against your velvety walls has your eyes rolling back, the way he curls the digits with every thrust hitting your sweet spot perfectly, like he knew exactly how to drive you crazy. "S-so good."

You are starting to get out of breath, meeting his thrusts by rocking back against his hand and this time he doesn't protest, encouraging you by kneading the flesh of your ass and groaning in time with the sharp gasps leaving your lips each time the heel of his hand brushes your swollen clit.

"Think you can cum again with just my fingers, baby?" The way you clench around around his digits is a tell tale sign that your second high is close. Just his words alone nearly make you fall over the edge, words slurred as you try to focus on anything other than the unrelenting pulse between your legs.

"N-need more." You sound utterly fucked out, eyes squeezed shut and lost to the feeling of being filled but the stretch isn't quite enough and you need more to tip you over the edge. "Another one."

Seokjin lines up a third finger with your entrance, the ring on his finger cold against your hot walls as he slides it in beside the others at an agonisingly slow pace; to allow you to adjust to the stretch or to taunt you can't tell. By the time he gets to his knuckles your body is wracked with laboured breaths, quivering knees barely able to hold your weight as you bite the inside of your cheeks to curb a string of whines at being finally filled.

Of course, his fingers weren't as good as the real thing and you wonder how he is able to control himself when your mouth waters at the thought of feeling him inside of you instead of his hand.

The room is still a little humid from the showers, a layer of sweat glistening across your skin as you chase your high with determination, the stickiness between your legs dripping down Seokjin's wrist and making him tut, the click of his tongue heightening the sensation.

"That's it, cum for me." The authority lacing his tone tips you over the edge, another smack stinging your ass as you bury your face in the couch with a cry, the feeling of his fingers pumping you through your high almost too much to bare but as soon as they are ripped away and you're left clenching around nothing you miss the feeling of being full.

"So pretty when you cum." Seokjin murmurs. Under normal circumstances you would have been embarrassed, self conscious even with your ass up for anyone to see, release leaking on to the couch, but you're too fucked out to care about anything m, barely able to register Seokjin's new found gentleness as he flips you onto your back and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear while you focus on returning your breathing back to a normal pace.

"Holy shit." The beat of your heart seemsdeafening in your ears, the only other sound you can comprehend being Seokjin's own ragged breathing.

"Fuck, I nearly just came in my pants." When you manage to turn your head he is staring straight at you with disbelief, eyes travelling to your swollen lips. "I'm going to jerk off to this image forever."

"Me too." You murmur honestly.

Your lids fall shut in post orgasm bliss, not expecting the incoming peck Seokjin presses to your parted lips. It is barely a kiss, plump flesh of his lips brushing yours for less than a second but a funny warmth spreads through your chest at the gesture. Seokjin seems as surprised as you, as if he can't quite believe he just did that, shuffling to the other side of the couch to put some distance between you.

"You should uh, get dressed." He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly and turning away to give you some privacy, as if he hadn't just had his head between your legs just a moment ago.

His behaviour, albeit kind of strange, makes you smirk and you decide it won't hurt to tease. "Well, at least now we're even."

Seokjin bites his lip when he turns around to find your skirt back around your thighs, overcome with a new confidence, sauntering over and palming your ass like he owns it. "Nope, not getting away that easily. I think you'll find I made you cum twice. So now you owe me. Again."

"And what do I owe you this time, Kim Seokjin?" You place your hands on his chest, no instinct to push him away for some reason. "Golfing with your brother up next?"

"No," He scoffs. "My brother wouldn't be caught dead with a club."

"Then what?"

You notice the glint in his eye again, the one you are starting to crave. "Let me get to know you."

"Isn't that what you did today?"

He shakes his head. "The real you."

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giogio-gucci-gangstar · 5 years

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Number #4 on the sinful smut prompts with Jotaro?

Ahhhh Im sorry this took so long but I hope you like it!

This is titled Joot Smoot because I couldn’t resist.

cw: NSFW, sex, slightly rough sex?, Joot showing emotions etc.

18+ below the cut pls&thx

It was such a long day, and you just wanted to go home and cuddle with your boyfriend. He was probably trying to recover from jet lag, he had been away for several weeks studying who knows what, god knows where. You swore it was something about manatee migration patterns dependent on estuaries salt levels blah blah blah. Something oceanish or watery. Those two were givens.

But when you arrived home, rather late from your shift, all ready for bed, Jotaro was awake and waiting.

“Oh honey you’re up! Did I wake you?”

“No.”

“Oh. Is everything alright? You seem tense…” You looked him up and down, noticing the veins flexing on his arms, and the way his feet were positioned so rigidly uniformed. He hardly ever stood in such a stiff position. You started to worry, maybe something had happened when he was away, maybe he had done something when he way away, maybe he met-

“I’ve just missed you.” He grunted out, looking at the ground. Luckily that phrase knocked you out of your paniced spiral.

You hung your coat and walked over to him, throwing your arms around his neck, “I’ve missed you too.” You gave him a peck on the lips, “I’ve missed you so much.” Another peck. “Everyday.” Peck.

Suddenly he pulled away looking down somewhere to your left, and you panicked again… Until you saw the way he clenched his jaw, how the blush spread across his face, and the very noticeable bulge pressing against your thigh.

He turned back to face you, having gained a little bit of composure, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Let me savor it.”

You reached to embrace him, finally hold him close when he had been so far, but he stepped back abruptly.

“No.”

“What the hell do you mean ‘no’?” You asked baffled.

He took a few steps and plopped himself onto the couch, graciously taking off his hat, coat and unbuckling his belts, “I want to watch you undress.” The way his voice grated on your spine made you arch your back even when he was across the room from you.

You had no response to his words. His steely blue eyes bore into yours. You knew he could very well undress you with his eyes, or better yet with his hands, but you couldn’t refuse when he spoke to you this way. Nor would you want to.

You slipped your sweater off slowly, letting it fall gently to the floor. Next your stockings, those where a little less sexy to take off, but hopefully he enjoyed seeing you sliding around on the hardwood floors. But no, this was a nice sexy show you thought to yourself. A burlesque of sorts. Yes, sexy. You could be sexy.

You slid your skirt off to the best of your ability, trying to flaunt your toned ass as best you could without tearing any seems. Soon after your blouse joined your sweater on the floor, leaving you bare in your lace bra and panties. You hadn’t been expecting to show off your lingerie in this way when you were getting dressed this morning so it was a fairly demure, if not basic and frequently worn, set. But Jotaro was looking at you like a runway model. His eyes were so large, his focus only interrupted by the occasional flutter of his eyelids. His lips parted, ragged breaths escaping. His hand pressing down on his cock, so strong it had nearly escaped his pants.

“Do you like what you see?” You couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him, fluster him even more.

He must have jumped up so fast you couldn’t see it, but before you could process anything you had been scooped up in his arms being carried to the bedroom.

He tore off your bra, shredding your panties in one smooth motion, before attacking your neck with frantic kisses. You could only spare a moment to mourn the loss of your favorite everyday set, but you were quickly taken back to the man before you as his mouth clamped down around your nipple. He had never been a gentle lover, but he was taking his time (or at least trying to) as he made his way down your aching body.

He was palming your aching core, about to slide a finger in, but you managed to open your eyes for a moment to notice he was still fully dressed (sans coat, hat and belt). His fucking pants were still zipped up.

You pulled his arms up to your chest, staring him in the eye as you said, “this isnt fair.”

Now it was his turn to look baffled, “What? Do you-”

“No no no, I do. I’m just saying, I’m in a much more compromising position than you.” And with that you pulled the rim of his turtleneck, allowing it to snap back to his skin.

He closed his eyes and smirked, “You could have just asked.”

“I thought that was what I just did.” You teased him further as he flushed. He quickly discarded his shirt and trousers, throwing them to some vacant part of the room. Now you could finally take in those muscles you had missed so much. You basked in the heat of his bare skin as he pressed against you.

He lost all attempts at composure as he saw you shiver and felt you arch up against him at the contact. He hummed deeply as he teased your opening with the tip of his cock, then abruptly slid it in. Earning a surprised squeak from you. He pushed all the way in and you swore you saw the whites of his eyes as his eyes fluttered closed and he shook inside you. He was already panting with want, his hot breath breaking across your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him down into you.

He slowly started to move, each stroke made him shiver with want as he relished being inside of you after so long. You kept one hand laced in his hair, but let the other one fall down to his back rippled with muscles. After an especially hard thrust, you dug your nails into his shoulder blade and dragged them down, eliciting a large moan from your lover as he moved faster and faster.

His eyes were closed, his breath ragged. God he turned you on so much. You felt your breathes shortening too and couldn’t help but clench around him as his teeth dug into your neck. Soon you were shaking on him barely managing to get enough air into your lungs as he plowed into you. His breath hitched and you felt him tremble against you before his hot cum filled you up.

He stayed still above you for a few moments, eyes still clenched shut as he tried to regain his composure. He slowly pulled out and peppered you with kisses.

“I missed you so much,“ he whispered, softly sliding down next to you and pulling you on top of him, “and I love you so much.” He buried his head into the crook of your neck as you both faded into sleep.

#jotaro joestar #jotaro cujoh #jotaro x reader #my nonsense

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teeztheflag · 4 years

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Ok so I’m craving some smut AND fluff like really badly!!! Could you maybe write about y/n losing her virginity to Sam from Ateez or something?! UGH I NEED SOME FLOOOOF and SMOOT!! Oh and thank you 🙃🙃☺️

anon don’t take it serious but that sam from ateez killed me 😂❤️

thank you really much for coming to me and requesting but currently my requests are closed 🥰 I will open them again soon so feel free to come here again and get a spooky version of that if you want to ✨

again thanks a lot it means a lot me!! ❤️ have a good day anon & I would be very happy if you request again soon ☺️

#teez anons ✨

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passiontaee · 5 years

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agust d | m

pairing: yoongi x jeongguk

genre: slice of life

ratings: m

warnings: got some smutty smoot in here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

word count: 7381

summary: jeongguk is a student and yoongi is a popular underground rapper. jeongguk suddenly becomes obsessed with yoongi thinking it’s because he admires yoongi so much. but after getting to talk to him after serendipitously meeting jeongguk starts wondering if it’s really admiration or something a little more. plus, he sucks yoongi’s dick. many times.

a/n: my first drabble/one shot with smut >:) my best friend doesn’t call me the smut god for no reason

also here’s 7k of yoonkook, ive never written this much in my life so yall are welcome :)

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“Guess who’s your best friend?”

Jeongguk turns to look at Taehyung in confusion, but zeroes in on the two slips of paper he sees between his fingers. His instinctual reaction is to make grabby hands at him to see what treasures his best friend is bringing for him, but as he makes an attempt to grab the slips, Taehyung jerks his hand back at the last minute, giggling evilly. Jeongguk hates him.

“You would be if you let me see what’s in your hand?”

“Hm. Yeah probably. Here,” He’s sporting a shit eating grin and Jeongguk is momentarily a little afraid of what he’s got up his sleeve—Taehyung is always finding ways to get them fucked up in a variety of ways and it’s to the point where Jeongguk doesn’t even question it anymore—but he takes one of the slips as Taehyung makes sure the other is still in his possession. Weird flex, but okay. He focuses on the slip in his hand, staring at it before it registers what holy artifact he’s wielding in his possession.

Agust D tickets.

Taehyung, his actual best friend in the whole universe, has managed to snag two tickets to Agust D’s next performance.

“If I was into you I’d get on my knees and suck your dick right now,” he stares up at his best friend with literal sparkles in his eyes. Truly, Taehyung is a rare breed of best friend.

“I mean, you haven’t heard of broblows?”

“Taehyung I’m not sucking your dick.”

Said male holds his hands up in surrender, but his smile is still bright as he stares at Jeongguk, who looks starstruck and amazed. “Yes, but who got you Agust D tickets? You can suck his instead, that’s fine,”

Jeongguk chokes as Taehyung continues. “You know, since you yourself said the D in Agust D stands for dick,”

“I did not!”

“Explain why your YouTube search history is ‘compliations of Agust D’s bulge’ then Jeon. You’re not fooling anyone,” Taehyung leans in to pinch at Jeongguk’s cheek, causing the younger to whine in complaint. How dare Taehyung call him out like this? He swats at him, only making Taehyung laugh more. Pouting, he turns his attention back to the ticket, only for his eyes to bulge out of his head. Taehyung looks at him, momentarily concerned. Opening his mouth to ask what was wrong, but is interrupted by Jeongguk answering without prompting.

“The show is tonight!” He squawks, shooting up and shoving Taehyung away. Almost in a panic as he runs over to his closet. “I don’t have anything to wear,” this is a big deal; he’s meeting his idol and there’s no way he’s walking into the venue looking crusty. Kim Taehyung had lost his mind.

“Alas! That’s the second part of the surprise! Since I love you so much, I managed to go shopping during my time out and I personally bought you something to wear!” he grins, brighter, and points to the door. “It’s in my room though, so go fetch!”

Jeongguk’s sure if he was into Taehyung he’d be on his knees right now.

“There’s so many people in here,” Jeongguk huffs, though stays close to Taehyung. Nearly glued to his back as the elder navigates through the crowd of bodies. He’s already feeling a little exposed in what Taehyung bought for him to wear. Sure, he knows he wears a lot of bland colors—a variety of blacks and whites—but Taehyung had decided he’s getting fucked tonight and had thrown leather pants at him and a snug fitting white shirt. To flaunt your teeny tiny waist, was his excuse, but Jeongguk isn’t at an Agust D concert to get fucked. Unless Agust D himself is throwing out dick then he’s all for it maybe. He wants to cry, but this is a dream come true so he knows he better enjoy this moment because who knows when he’s going to be able to see Agust D again. This close. Thank goodness he’s got a rich best friend, because he’d never thought he’d be getting backstage tickets to see him either.

“Are you nervous?” Taehyung whispers into his ear, reaching for his hand to hold. It’s a common thing he does whenever he senses Jeongguk being uneasy and he’s honestly grown used to it. It’s comforting really, and Taehyung is very perceptive to him. Jeongguk nods though at the question, and Taehyung squeezes his hand comfortingly. “That’s okay. I’d be nervous too if it was like RM or something up there. Agust D is pretty good too though,” he jokes, but everyone and their mother knows how much of a slut Taehyung is for the rapper RM. There’s a lookalike at their school who works in the Literature department as a TA that he was trying to lure into his bed that Jeongguk had met before. Namjoon’s pretty nice. Too nice for Taehyung and far too pure for him. But the words bring him comfort, and he even cracks a smile.

“How much longer til the show starts?” He can’t remember what the bouncer had said, but there’s other people performing. Opening acts from smaller artists that nobody’s really paying much attention to. Some are, but others are only here for the main event.

“Mmmm, maybe half an hour. Give or take a few minutes. I dunno though, these opening acts are pretty sick,” he praises, looking up at the stage at someone who’s up there rapping. He’d seen this person before, knew him from one of his music appreciation classes. Park Chanyeol was pretty popular around campus anyways.

The opening acts come and go, and by the time Agust D comes up they’re already feeling the hype from the previous artists. Not as good as the main event, but him and Taehyung are a bit biased anyways. Jeongguk feels a little more loose, less tense, and he’s sure that Taehyung is probably ready to jump on that stage and rap with Agust D. Leave it to Taehyung to get hype and pull something like that. But thankfully, he doesn’t and Agust D safely arrives onstage. As the opening beats to one of his popular songs begins to play, Jeongguk freezes, a look of excitement and astonishment on his face from being so excited and honored to be here, in this moment, with his best friend as he watches his idol explode on stage. Syllables flying out of his mouth as he raps about his dreams, his ambitions, and their fucked up society. He follows along, grinning the entire time, with sparkles in his eyes as he stares up at Agust D as if he were God himself. He’s having the time of his life, making eye contact occasionally as the ball of fiery energy moves across the stage, accent pouring through with his cut through cyphers. Jeongguk can feel his heart thundering in his chest during all three songs, though it picks up when it’s all over, an Taehyung is bouncing beside him as he follows a group of fans to Agust D’s backstage area. Adrenaline bursts through his body, yet so does a small sense of dread and a bit of fear. He would be meeting his idol. In the flesh. He feels like he’s about to faint.

“Agust D is so cool! Oh my God, I want to have his babies!” a group of girls squeal as their friend shouts this. Taehyung elbows Jeongguk lightly in the ribs, smirking.

“Don’t you want to have his babies too?” His eyebrows wag suggestively, and Jeongguk turns beet red and ducks his head.

“H-hyung that’s biologically impossibl—”

“Next!” A woman with wire framed glasses looks over at them, the group of girls disappearing into the room. It’s their turn next, and said woman eyes them suspiciously almost. They shuffle forward, prompting her to ask their names.

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jeongguk. My friend is his biggest fan,” Taehyung blabs. The woman mutters a calm ‘that’s nice’ and nods, peering inside the room. About ten minutes pass before the girls exit, all flustered and giggly. She then turns to them with a grave expression on her face.

“Don’t touch him, no photos. Do not be lewd or anything either. Be respectful and don’t be in there too long. There’s more people behind you so ten minutes max.” She sounds as though she’s reciting from a script, but steps aside to allow them inside. He allows Taehyung to lead the way, not wanting to make a fool of himself. He would be positively mortified if he stumbled and fell on his face in front of Agust D. So it’s best to allow Taehyung to meet him first. No big deal.

He’s not what Jeongguk expects.

Yes, he’d seen him up close and personal from the front row, but seeing him now is entirely different. He’s no longer in his stage attire and has dressed down into an oversized hoodie with a baseball cap covering his ash blue hair, staring lazily at his phone as he sits on a couch. Jeongguk is sure he’s seeing an angel right now, and is unable to sit and admire the tiny man because Taehyung decides, then and there, to open his mouth and introduce them.

“Hello! Oh man, it’s so nice to meet you! I’m Kim Taehyung,” he pulls Jeongguk from behind him, and points at him. “This is my best friend, Jeon Jeongguk. He’s a huge fan.” The blue haired man looks up at them lazily, staring the two men down, then moves to stand. Making his way over to them and holds out a hand for them to shake. Taehyung takes the bait and shakes his hand excitedly but Jeongguks stares at it stupidly. Agust D just blinks at him, waiting for Jeongguk to snap out of his stupidity and just shake his hand. Taehyung, meanwhile, has shuffled away with a sly grin, heading over to the refreshments table. It takes Jeongguk a few moments to buffer before he’s embarrassed, and shakes the man’s hand.

“Sorry,” his voice is soft. He doesn’t catch the quirk of the lips from the rapper who watches him, moving to slide his phone in his pants pocket, then his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. He takes in Jeongguk’s appearance, seemingly pleased, and shakes his head.

“Your friend said you’re a fan, so it’s no big deal. It’s not the worst thing someone’s done when they meet me,” he’s reassuring and Jeongguk wants to dissolve on the spot. Instead, he brings his head back up to make eye contact, meeting Agust D’s intense gaze. His mouth goes dry as he struggles to formulate a sentence. A coherent one at that.

“I uh, your music is really good.” Nailed it. It’s not very eloquent, but the rapper seems to not mind it. Seemingly amused at the blubbering idiot in front of him.

“Yeah? What’s your favorite song?” This gets the cogs in his brain turning as he tries to cypher through the endless soundtrack of Agust D songs in his head, playing them and trying to figure out if he’s even got a favorite. But he finds one and settles on it.

“I like all your stuff, really. Your music just speaks to me on a deeper level. The lyrics are really raw and authentic and anybody who knows music can tell that you did it all by yourself. You don’t sugar coat either. You’ve got some lighter stuff too, and sometimes you sing, but there’s just this intensity in your raps that just really hit me in my chest. Like in your song, First Love. It’s a really emotional piece and it just. . .I dunno. It’s really good. All of your stuff is,” he sounds like a blubbering idiot, but Agust D looks thoughtful. Pleased with his answer and analysis. Jeongguk doesn’t think that anything he said makes sense, but Agust D seems pleased.

“Your friend’s right, you really are a fan,” there’s a grin on his face, and Jeongguk is unsure how to interpret it but something tells him he’s scored major brownie points with his favorite artist.

“That was the shortest ten minutes of my life,” Taehyung complains, bumping into Jeongguk who’s trying his hardest to stick the straw in his matcha. Grumpy because he agreed. It indeed was the shortest ten minutes of his life, but Agust D seemed impressed with him and they had a good conversation. A conversation he wanted to continue, but his time had been up so he’d had to begrudgingly cut the conversation short and leave. Much to his chagrin.

“You were on your phone the entire time,” He fusses, bringing the straw up to his lips. Taehyung shakes his head, seemingly offended but Jeongguk knows he’s not.

“Yeah, to give you time to suck his dick, but obviously that didn’t work.” Cue Jeongguk choking on his drink. They continue walking, heading back to their shared apartment when something slams into his back. He barely is able to process it, turning around and catching someone in a beanie and facemask. Confused and hesitant, he tries to see under the mask, hiked up beneath sunglasses.

“May I help you?”

The person shuffles a little to grab something out of their coat pocket, pulling out a slip of paper and shoves it in his chest. Jeongguk has little time to process it and ask what this was for before the person turns and walks briskly the opposite way. He’s confused, but unfolds the paper to see what’s on it.

An address. A phone number. No name thought? The script is a little messy but he can make out what it says.

Text me. I’d like to meet up and talk some more. -AD

Taehyung, he can feel, bounces behind him. Trying to peer at the cryptic message left by the shady person but Jeongguk’s hand is shaking a little. Was Agust D trying to get in contact with him?

“What is it?” Taehyung whines, trying to make a grab for the paper, but Jeongguk shakes his head and shoves it in his pocket.

“Nothing. Just a note from a girl in my lit class,” he lies, but Taehyung buys it. Grinning and wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ohohohoho, which one?”

Calling. . .

Calling . . .

“Hello?” A smooth voice picks up on the second ring and Jeongguk gulps at the sound. Indeed, it is Agust D and indeed, this person had gifted him with his phone number.

“H-how’d you find me?”

“Oh, that was easy. There’s not many Jeon Jeongguk’s in town and you’re pretty popular. All I had to do was search for you on Naver and boom, got you. It was fairly easy, honestly. I also searched for your friend too, just in case,” This makes Jeongguk a little flustered, as he hadn’t expected Agust D to go into such depth trying to find out where he was and get in touch with him. He’s a little more than fanboying right now. “But, I wanted to continue our conversation some more. You know your stuff,”

“Yeah, I’m a music major so I kind of have to,” he blurts, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The man on the other end makes a noise of surprise.

“Ahhh, music huh? I majored in that too in college. College was meh, but music made it a little better. How old are you anyway?”

“Twenty two.”

“So young. . .,” there’s a sigh on the other end. “I can’t talk for long, but we should meet up at the address I gave you. Sorry for shoving it in your chest like that, I tried to be a little secretive,”

“Wait, that was you?”

“Why would I send someone else to do my dirty work? Of course it was me. Why, are you shocked?” There’s a smirk in his tone that Jeongguk hears quite well, and he goes quiet at it. Chosing to ignore the fact that he’s being teased.

“When do you want to meet?” He responds instead. There’s a pause and a rustling of paper, before Agust D clicks his tongue.

“I’m free tomorrow afternoon. Are you?”

“Yeah, I get out of class at noon.”

“Perfect. Meet me then and we can go get coffee or something,” Jeongguk’s delusional mind races and clenches on the idea of going on a date with the famed Agust D, but he knows that logically this is just them going out to get coffee and discuss music. That’s it, that’s literally all this is. But the delulu in him is jumping out very loudly and he’s making it more than what he is in his head.

He’s a little chilly, but it’s worth it.

Standing outside the building, a small hole in the wall coffee shop in a quieter part of town—the address on the slip of paper—Jeongguk patiently waits for Agust D to show up. So nervous he feels nauseous. The type of nauseated that he knows he’s not going to vomit, but at the same time he still feels that it’s possible. Nervous to make a blunder and nervous to sit and talk to the man that’s the background of his computer. Who he idolizes far too aggressively than he should. But luckily he doesn’t have to wait long, because he’s approached and grabbed by the arm, pulled inside wordlessly. He knows who it is almost immediately and makes no attempt to scramble away. Instead, he tries to memorize how the hand feels wrapped around his forearm—larger than he’d anticipated—and the strength behind the pull. It’s gentle, but firm. Commanding almost. He’s sat at a table in a far corner and Agust D moves to sit across from him. Pulling the mask he’d been wearing down and under his chin, his round cheeks on full display. Jeongguk thinks his brain just melted.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I was on the phone with my manager,” the first thing that comes out of his mouth is an apology. An apology. He almost blurts out that it’s an honor to wait on him and that he’d willingly wait on him hand and foot if he asks, but doesn’t. Instead, he slides his cold hands between his warm thighs to warm them up, chuckling sheepishly.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I wasn’t waiting very long.” He’d really only been waiting maybe five minutes, but he’d wait an hour in the cold for him. He doesn’t admit this though. The ash haired man seems okay with this, pulling out a menu to look at. Jeongguk stares at him, wordlessly. Still unable to believe this is happening. He’s probably staring for maybe three minutes before Agust D speaks up, but doesn’t look at him.

“I don’t think I’m on the menu,”

Jeongguk, flabbergasted, opens and closes his mouth like a fish, dropping his eyes and staring down at his lap like a scolded child. Ignoring the soft laugh that comes from across him as the horror fills him. What is he, a stupid, starstruck teenage girl?

“Here. There’s only one menu and I know what I want. You can get whatever, I don’t mind paying.”

He looks up then staring at the laminated menu slid in front of him for him to look at. On it are an assortment of drinks and snacks, along with pictures. Small ones of the various drinks, the signature drinks in each category. He’s still a little clueless about coffee, so he searches and successfully finds the frappe-like drinks. A safe choice, because he doesn’t want to look even more stupid in front of his idol. When he finalizes what he wants, he looks over at Agust D, who’s typing away on his phone. Seemingly feeling his gaze, he then proceeds to turn his phone off and place is face down on the table. Away and out of sight. His attention then focuses on Jeongguk.

“So, you’re a student, you’re twenty two, and you’re majoring in music. Your best friend is Kim Taehyung and you’re my biggest fan? What else should I know about you then? Or well, what do you want to know about me?” He brings his hands up to lock beneath his chin, both elbows on the table. Jeongguk stares at him, stares at his face, then moves down to his hands, and lastly to the table top as he squirms. He knows quite a bit about him, but isn’t sure what he should ask first.

“Uh. . .what’s your favorite food?”

The question is sudden and makes Agust D laugh a little, taken off guard. Jeongguk wants to cry at how his eyes disappear and his smile brightens when he laughs. This is unfair.

“You’re my biggest fan and you don’t know my favorite food? Jeongguk-ah, I’m disappointed,” he teases, but Jeongguk thinks for a moment he’s serious and stiffens. But then relaxes, mentally scolding himself for being so sensitive. Goddamnit.

“Haha, right,” he gives a light chuckle, kind of nervous. Agust D senses this and leans over, playfully petting his arm.

“Relax, yeah? No need to be all uptight and stuff. You don’t have to be so scared to talk to me. I’m not going to bite or anything,” he’s reassuring, voice soft and even offers a smile. Jeongguk tries to relax a little, knowing he’s right. He can’t be acting like he has something stuck up his ass.

“Oh, and you don’t have to call me by my stage name either. Call me Yoongi for now on.”

Yoongi.

He’s really scored brownie points?

“So yeah, I really think that the pop version of hip hop is a joke. Idols don’t even right their own damn raps so it’s not even real hip hop. And the concepts? Disgusting. Offensive. Electric fucking chair,” Yoongi’s more animated with a bit of caffiene in his system, Jeongguk notices. So is he, but he’s still on his first frappe and is still loosening up by the time Yoongi breaches coffee number two. It’s honestly exciting to see, and though they came here to talk about music, there’s not been much music talk. Mostly Yoongi asking about what he does on a daily, and how his classes are. He’s observant and seemingly interested, and the attention makes Jeongguk a little shy but also it excites him. Never before had he imagined being this close with his idol to the point of getting coffee and sitting and chatting like this. This must be a dream come true?

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Next time you listen to like fucking Seventeen or something, pay attention to their rapping, then think about their rapping and pay close attention to it. Then compare it to like Jay Park or Park Chanyeol or something. Huge difference,” he points out and Jeongguk knows what he’s talking about, but begs to differ, considering he’s a vocalist.

“Mmmm, yeah but different styles. Pop is more vocally, if that makes sense, and what you guys do is more rap based. So of course the pop version is more ‘bubblegum’ because of the style. I don’t think pop is meant to be as hardcore as like hip hop but I do agree some groups don’t execute it well. I’m speaking from the vocalist side of the spectrum,” Yoongi looks at him then, surprised.

“You sing?”

Suddenly, Jeongguk wants to be the floor. The entire fucking floor. Just melt into the floor and become the floor yes.

“. . .yes?”

“How come you didn’t tell me? Honestly, you look like the singing type. And you’ve got a soft voice so honestly I kind of called it. You don’t give off rapper vibes and you’ve got a nice body that looks like you dance, but the vocals thing is kind of obvious,” he brings his cup to his lips to take a sip, as if what he said wasn’t a big deal. It’s a big fucking deal. Yoongi just grilled him, read him, and delivered a verdict.

“I have a nice body?” He stupidly blurts out. Yoongi looks at him then, eyes sharp as he takes in the visible aspects of his body.

“Yeah. Does nobody tell you that?”

Well yeah, but not famous people who he’d willingly let step on him.

“Yeah, sometimes.” Yoongi hums at this, thoughtfully.

“I bet you’re pretty popular with the girls on campus.”

Jeongguk has never been more flustered in his life. It’s not a lie, but in reality he’s popular with everybody.

“I guess?”

Yoongi simply nods thoughtfully, but then smiles at him. It’s almost uncharacteristic but Jeongguk is still blinded by it. It’s even a little sly, and he wonders what the rapper has up his sleeve.

“I’ve got a performance tomorrow night, you and Taehyung should come.” Jeongguk would be a fucking idiot to turn this down. He’s got a paper due in three days but fuck school.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I can get you backstage too. But you’ll be special guests, so you can hang around a little longer. Actually, I’ll make sure you guys get to stay the latest,” Yoongi’s so powerful that Jeongguk almost whines at this. Wow, God is good.

“Uh, okay that’s. . .yeah that would be amazing actually,” he even cracks a smile. At this, Yoongi leans over, a little in his personal space, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind. He can smell his shampoo from this close distance as well.

“After that though, do you want to come over? To my place? We can talk more and stuff.”

Jeongguk swears at that moment his brain shuts off and powers down. The Windows shutdown sound effect has never been louder.

“You must’ve really sucked his dick good to get us better tickets and VIP passes for free,” Taehyung hisses in his ear as they’re finally led backstage for their special VIP treatment. Nearly everyone is gone but Jeongguk knows for a fact that Yoongi isn’t. Neither is his team, but he knows that they won’t bother them. Taehyung is just here as a cover up, because he’s pretty sure that Yoongi had invited him over for one thing and one thing only.

He’s totally not afraid.

Sure, one should be honored that their idol seems a bit interested in them and wants to hook up, but this is Yoongi. This is highly important and it had been a while really since his last hookup. He definitely had to make sure he was prepared for this. He didn’t even know Yoongi was into guys, to be quite honest. So not only was this a surprise, but it was a fucking honor. This special occasion called for his best outfit; more leather courtesy of Taehyung, and an over-sized sweater. Pairing sexy with cute? Perfect. Something in him tells him he’s overthinking this invitation and there’s nothing happening, but the suggestive tone in Yoongi’s voice at the invite tells him otherwise. He’s really about to get his back blown out.

“I haven’t even touched him, you freak,” Taehyung sticks his tongue out at this, wiggling it and causing Jeongguk to smack his arm.

“Please never do that again,” he whines, but Taehyung just laughs, shrugging off the request and marches right into the backstage room. This time, Yoongi seems to be expecting them. Not on his phone and is instead sitting on the couch inside the room, his hairdresser fixing his hair. For what, they don’t know, but his eyes zero in on the two guests as soon as they enter.

“Hey! Thanks for the tickets again. You’re the best,” Taehyung praises, though steps aside for Yoongi to see Jeongguk, knowing that despite his politeness and hospitality, he’s really more interested in Jeongguk. Which is fine, Taehyung’s still trying to slide to RM’s dm’s anyways. But it’s only fair to thank him for allowing them both to come, though this is mostly for Jeongguk.

“No problem. You guys seemed to have a good time last time, so I decided to treat you again. I felt bad that we couldn’t finish our conversation last time,” he looks at Jeongguk again, though they both know that they finished that conversation. Jeongguk bites his lip.

They talk for a while, mostly sharing banter and mostly Taehyung embarrassing poor Jeongguk, but it earns laughter from Yoongi so Jeongguk feels it’s a win win situation for him. But then Taehyung 'mysteriously' leaves them, saying that he'll see Jeongguk later and that he's got an exam in the morning. Jeongguk sees the look that Taehyung and Yoongi share and wonder if Taehyung is in on this plot? But it results in him being left alone with Yoongi, and is the reason why Jeongguk finds himself at Yoongi's apartment later, with a lapful of the rapper who's tongue is shoved down his throat. It escalated quickly, but he can't find it in him to care. Not with Yoongi grinding down directly against his crotch, growling into his mouth. Jeongguk is well aware that he’s a switch, and isn’t sure whether Yoongi plans on fucking him or expects to be fucked, but either way he’s prepared for both scenarios.

“Take. . .this off. . fuck,” hands grope at his sweatshirt, greedy and cold. The feeling of the coolness of Yoongi’s fingers on the sliver of skin revealed from him tugging at the sweater makes Jeongguk’s breath hitch. It’s so delicious, so delightful. He fumbles a little as he blindly removes his hands from where they’d been digging into the rapper’s hips, rocking them back and forth against his own, to pull at his sweater. Pulling away from the softness of his lips to remove it and toss it away.

In the split second of him removing the sweater, he finds his back pressed into the couch, Yoongi hovering over him. Eyes taking in the newly revealed skin now his for the moment. Curious yet experienced hands brush against the smooth, untainted skin. A blank canvas that Yoongi feels he’s free to mark and do as he pleases with. Jeongguk stares back up at him, then down at the pale hands against his chest. Watching as they ghost over the definition of his abdominal muscles, and up to his pecs. Pointer finger of both hands circling the small areolas before brushing against the pinks nipples, already pebbled from the earlier stimulation. He wants to be mortified with the moan that he lets out, Yoongi managing to figure out so early how sensitive his nipples are, but the way Yoongi looks at him has that dissipating. The look in his eyes is hungry, and a little mean. The sadist in him loves it.

“Ah, you’re sensitive huh? Make that noise again for me,” Yoongi’s voice lowers as he focuses on tweaking and pinching the nubs. Thumb and forefinger working together as his head moves down. Peppering warm kisses from the hemline of Jeongguk’s pants across his abs. Over the ridges and grooves as he works his way up. Ignoring how the younger squirms beneath him, bucking up into his touch and whining out squeaky moans as Yoongi gets meaner, less gentle with his musings. At some point he starts biting the skin, sucking hickeys into the smoothness there to mark his territory. Jeongguk’s in heaven, if Yoongi can’t tell.

“Hyung p-please,” he begs, unsure what for. Yoongi finds this amusing, chuckling at the desperation in his voice.

“Please what? What do you want hyung to do?”

Honestly, he doesn’t know. He’s unsure if he wants more of this or if he wants something else. As he’s trying to figure this out, he feels something wet on his left nipple, then a bit of force. When he looks down, he sees fluffy ashy hair.

Ah.

A leg wraps around Yoongi’s waist as he grinds up into him, rutting desperately as his cock swells further into his jeans. It’s uncomfortable and he’s leaking precum. But he dares not tell Yoongi to stop, not at the way his tongue flicks over the pebbling nub like no tomorrow, sending jolts down his spine. Pleasant jolts of lust, of desire. It’s over moments later when Yoongi withdraws, sitting up on Jeongguk’s hips and reaches down to remove his own shirt, tossing it away and bending back down before Jeongguk has a chance to be amazed at the litheness of his body; to take in the pale, pristine skin. He’d seen a tattoo or two in the process of Yoongis stripping and Yoongi leaning back down, mouthing at his neck hotly and whispering filth into his skin. His body is on fire and he’s rock hard. This is a problem that needs to be fixed.

But he can feel the thickness of the rapper’s own erection against his abdomen. Can feel how aroused Yoongi is and is pleased he’d managed to get him as horny as he himself was. He wants to leave marks too, thinks it’s unfair that Yoongi’s greedy mouth is leaving a trail of destruction up and down his body. He plans in his mind to return the favor later, but honestly doesn’t see a problem wielding battle scars from letting Yoongi take him in such a lewd manner. He’d dreamed about this far too many times and wondered was this a one time thing that would mean nothing, but in the time he’d spent in diving in headfirst into the Agust D fandom and in the short span of two weeks of knowing him, he was sure that perhaps he was a bit more than attached, and hoped it meant something deeper than just a quick screw on the couch. As great as this was, he knew he’d be devastated if that’s all this was.

Hands are at the front of his jeans as Yoongi’s mouth presses a trail of kisses up from his neck over his cheek and to his mouth, chuckling against his cupid’s bow. Jeongguk finds himself giggling by reflex as well, hearing the snap of his button and the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

“You ever had your cock swallowed?”

The question confuses him—is he asking had he ever had a blowjob?—and he regrets stopping to think, because when he zones back in with an answer, Yoongi’s scooting down his legs, pulling him by his arms back into a seated position. Moving to kneel in front of him on the floor, focused on getting his pants and boxers as far away from his body as possible. Jeongguk just watches, a little numb and unsure how to help. Yoongi seems to get it though, and shuffles the useless articles of clothing down his legs. Moving closer and leaning in to nose along the length of his cock. Hands on his thighs for leverage. Jeongguk should be embarrassed, but he’s not—oddly enough. He’s far too aroused to be embarrassed about having Yoongi’s mouth so close to him like this.

Yoongi seems to get tired of that, wanting to dive right in. Without using his hands, he stares directly up at Jeongguk, making eye contact, and licks from his balls up to the glistening head of his cock, slowly. Taking in the taste and the texture before bringing a hand to hold it upright. Jeongguk swears, tilting his head back as Yoongi repeats the motions, eyes dropping to focus on the task at hand. Jeongguk spreads his legs apart for better leverage, almost sure he’s going to end up cumming right down Yoongi’s throat in the process of all this.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he sighs as the rapper starts to wrap his lips around the tip, lapping up the excess wetness coming from the slit then sucks. Slowly, gently. Tongue cushioning the head as he slurps all over it. Sloppy, wet. The sounds echo up to his ears and Jeongguk just groans; the feeling and the sounds a bit too much for him. He wants to grab Yoongi by the head and fuck his throat but they’re not there just yet. Close, but not quite.

After a few moments of teasing, flicking his tongue through his slit and rubbing it all over the bulbous head, he starts to take him inch by inch into his mouth. His cock doesn’t fit all the way initially, but Yoongi seems to know what to do about this. His left hand wraps around what doesn’t fit and he jerks in tandem with his sucking. Bobbing his head up and down. He knows what he’s doing, and Jeongguk wonders should he be a little ticked that Yoongi’s done this before or thankful that he’s not a noob slobbering all over his dick like a teething baby. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t mind if he was new at this, because either way he’s sure he’d enjoy it. One of his hands shoots down to tangle into the pale blue locks shielding his view, lulled by the wet suckling noises and the suction from that heavenly mouth. Swears, praises, and filth pours out of his mouth, eyes scrunching closed as his hips involuntarily buck into the rapper’s mouth. He’s so horny it’s pitiful, and nearly blows his load when Yoongi removes his hand, easing him down his throat. So this is what he meant by swallowing cock.

“F-fuck yeah,” he stammers out, growling a little at the end because it feels heavenly. He’s not sure just yet who’s getting fucked but he knows for certain that if he’s doing the fucking he hopes Yoongi’s ass feels a lot like his mouth. Hot, warm. Tight. He’s nearly positive he’s going to cum like this. It wouldn’t be too bad, he thinks as Yoongi swallows around his length. Yoongi stays still for a moment, before pulling off with a sharp gasp, coughing a little and taking his erection again, jerking it sloppily. Using his own saliva as lubrication.

“You like that?” Jeongguk nods stupidly. Bucking into that fist desperately. “You gonna cum?” He nods again. Yoongi seems pleased by this, and takes in a breath really quickly. Preparing himself for what he’s about to do.

“Fuck my throat til you cum then. And then after I’ll return the favor.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know how to take this at the moment, too busy trying to get Yoongi’s mouth back on him, but knows that he’s glad he’d attempted to prep himself earlier. Yoongi takes that moment to give him what he wants, starting slowly from the tip and moving down. Inch by inch just like before but it’s a little quicker than last time. He gags, but stays down a little longer. Digging his nails into Jeongguk’s meaty thighs as if to tell him to go ahead. Jeongguk can feel his throat relax, and takes that as the green light to start. So he moves his hand back to his hair, his other following closely behind to tangle into the slightly dry strands. Getting a grip first before he rolls up, sending a sharp thrust down the rapper’s throat. He hears a gag, feels the hands tightening on his thighs almost as a warning, but for a moment he feels daring and does it again. And again, and again until he’s got a decent rhythm, chasing his orgasm which is shockingly close. He’s not even mad, considering this is the best blowjob he’s had in a while, and well. It’s Yoongi. He’s lasted longer than he’d anticipated, he thinks, but it only takes a few thrusts before his body tenses and he hisses out a sharp Yoongi as he cums in spurts down the rapper’s throat. Holding him there for a moment before Yoongi’s shoving at him.

He releases him then, but Yoongi doesn’t shove him away. No, what he does instead is move to lick up his release, then sucks the remnants directly from his cockhead. Jeongguk’s sensitive, but that doesn’t make him shove Yoongi away.

When Yoongi finishes, he looks up at him, licking what had spilled onto the crease of his lip away as he makes eye contact with the younger, who’s trying to get a grip. Chest heaving up and down as he pants. Yoongi moves to stand, grabbing him by the arm and hauling him to stand. He nearly stumbles, but Yoongi either doesn’t pay attention or chooses not to comment. Instead focused on pulling his head down so that he can lick into his mouth, allowing Jeongguk to taste himself on his tongue.

“Get all the way out of your clothes,” he breathes the command against Jeongguk’s mouth, and he wastes no time kicking the clothes away. Allowing himself to be led by Yoongi’s mouth as the rapper starts to fumble with his own belt, backing them towards his bedroom—or so Jeongguk thinks.

“You two are so gross,” Taehyung complains, sitting across from Jeongguk and Yoongi who’re cuddled up into each other. Its gross, really. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, leaning into Yoongi more who’s arm tightens around his waist to keep him close. Taehyung pouts.

“Are you jealous that you didn’t meet RM and end up dating him?” Jeongguk’s playful, grinning cheekily at his fussy friend who just looks away, the answer obvious as he picks up his iced tea and loudly sips from it.

“I’m actually really good friends with Namjoon, I can hook you guys up,” Yoongi tries to be helpful, reaching for a potato chip. Shoving it in his mouth. Both Jeongguk and Taehyung stare at him. Flabbergasted. Yoongi looks up at them slowly, back and forth between the two.

“What?”

“Namjoon is fucking RM?!”

Yoongi looks confused. “No? Namjoon is RM. Wait, how do you know Namjoon?”

Taehyung lets out a screech which draws attention to them, grabbing his head in both hands and laying it on the table. Jeongguk simply laughs as Yoongi looks at them in confusion, obviously left out of the loop and mortified at the noise that came from Taehyung.“He’s our TA for our lit class. Taehyung’s been ogling him since he walked in and never put two and two together. Small fucking world,” Jeongguk cackles, reaching for his soda as Taehyung lays his head on the table, having what appears to be an existential crisis. Yoongi still doesn’t understand, but finds it funny nonetheless.

“Hyung, please get me backstage tickets. I need them.”

“I don’t know about that. Not everybody hits it off backstage like we did. Plus, I think Namjoon likes someone else,” The look on Taehyung’s face is priceless. Even Jeongguk looks a little sad about that, but Yoongi laughs, shaking his head.

“I’m kidding. We can do a double date or something. Just don’t be too much of a, whatever you are, or you might scare him away,”

“Do you mean a thirsty hoe?”

“Yeah that,”

“Guys, I’m right here,” Taehyung whines, straightening up. He thinks for a minute, before looking at Yoongi with puppy dog eyes.

“Hyung pleaseeeee. I’ll love you forever,” he begs. Yoongi pretends to think about it, but acquises and hands him his phone.

“Here’s his number. Don’t be weird about it or you might scare him away,” he instructs, but Taehyung simply snatches the phone and gets up, waddling away with it pressed to his ear. Yoongi sighs, then looks at Jeongguk.

“You weren’t like this, were you?” he asks as Jeongguk shovels two fries into his mouth. He feels caught, nearly chokes, but then shakes his head as he washes it down with his soda.

“No. I was less eager to meet you,” he admits, averting his eyes. “I was scared I’d fuck up and you’d hate me.”

“Nonesense,” Yoongi insists, stealing one of Jeongguk’s fries. Jeongguk rolls his eyes.

“It’s not everyday you meet your idol, you know. I was scared I’d make a fool of myself and you’d kick me out or something,” Yoongi seems to think this over, but snorts.

“You made a fool of yourself and I ended up fucking you until you screamed like a wanton bitch so honestly you had nothing to worry about.”

Jeongguk chokes on his soda, sputtering out and wheezing at this. Taehyung returns then, smirking as he slides back in the booth in front of them, handing over the phone.

“I have a dick appointment with RM tomorrow at 7. Jeon, I need to borrow those leather pants you used when you and Yoongi-hyung fucked.”

Jeongguk chokes again.

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abadmeanman · 7 years

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im on anon because im embarrassed but im writing smut for the first time and i just wanted to tell someone lol

Hey that’s great, anon! I fully support you and your smut writing! Good luck!

#anonymous #a bad mean man asks #smut #smoot #smout

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heretyc · 5 years

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nsfw / val/reader plots I’ve had in mind ;:)

these are nsfw which means...Smutty Smut which I will have to put onto my AO3, and since I’ve been waiting to write Smoot this will be perfect. Any feedback, ideas or whatever thoughts you have is appreciated and welcomed!

Plot 1;

You guys know how Val is into sex n shit like that? Val meeting Succubi reader after trying to summon her “god”. :0 Female pronouns for Val, but has male genitals.

Plot 2;

This one? I’ve been...having issues with. It includes Blake following the games plot but Lynn dies [while pregnant]. Blake then gets pinned down, sees Val, blah blah blah, but then you show up. You were abducted by Val post-Murkoff and became her favourite “child”. Instead of being chased by Val, heretics chase him and he slides down into the “orgy” sequence. But he gets a sex drug [instead of whatever Val gave him in the game] blown in the face and Val instructs reader [you] how to pleasure a man and the like.

I’ve had issues with this because of r*pe characteristics. I know most fanfics I’ve read had non-con but I don’t know if this would be acceptable or not. If this idea gets attention/encouragment I’d give it a shot.

Plot 3;

You replace Blake but instead of your video camera and Lynn, you go alone and you bring a bag full of stuff, including your phone. There would be buildup first before the smut.

Please keep in mind, that if I do write any of these, I’d try and be incredibly detailed. If you’re not into that, my bad, but if you are, great. You sinner, you. ;:)

#outlast #outlast 2 #outlast 2 val #val imagine #ideas #plot ideas #smut hohohohoho

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keichanz · 3 years

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Since you've been showing us quite a few sneak peeks of your next big fanfic (Venomous, I believe), it makes me wonder if it means you've be posting it very soon. This isnt me trying to pressure you by the way, it just feels like your prepping us for the whole story to be released soon. Is it going to be in the same vain as Out of Time?

hey you! aah yes you’re correct, it is indeed Venomous i’ve been teasing you all with haha. that title may actually change, but for now i really like Venomous so it also might stay that. at this point i have no idea. anyway i’m sad to say that i have no idea when i’ll be posting it ^^; sorry hon.

while i am super inspired for it and i’ve been working on it bit by bit every day, i have no idea just how long it’s going to end up being. i want it to stay a oneshot, albeit a long one if it gets to that length. i’m not quite sure what you mean by the same vain as OoT but if you mean length wise then yeah, I might do what i did with that fic and chop it in half. maybe in thirds--really it depends on how long it’s going to be. i plan on finishing the entire thing before i post the first part of it though, if i do end up halving it.

all in all i’m incredibly excited for you guys to read this!! i absolutely LOVE writing protective Inuyasha and he’s gonna be uber protective in this one honhonhon~ alsoooo it maaaaaay even have some smoots at the end ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) been a hot minute since i wrote some good canon smut (well...aside from Hunger pfft) and i am jonesing

anyway those little sneak peeks are just my being super excited and its my way of letting you guys know you have something to look forward to! ❤️

#creative-hanyou-girl

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starscreamloki · 5 years

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loki x female!reader soft smoot "Could you ... could we ... go a little slower?" (Maybe reader's fist time?) Happy 6k!

Hi darling, thank you for your request. But, ah, what do you mean with 'soft smooth'? Probably a typo but are you requesting smut or fluff? Could you please resubmit with the correct type?

6k drabble celebration

#6k followers requests

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chaekkung · 7 years

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do you read smut?

i mean not really but if it’s a good fic w good plot ill read it!! i usually skim over the smoot but i dont mind it! :D

#replies #i rmbr the first fic i ever read .... :)))#it was ... intense sm*t i was so shook #@amira f u

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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The Clumsy Rookie (Baysha x Reader)

Anonymous Reader: Hiya! I love your writing and I’m so happy your requests are open!!! Can I get a Sasha Banks and/or Bayley x Reader where r keeps trying to get a reaction out of them but in the process just gets herself into more and more trouble? (Smut)

As the end of the request says... There is smooooot!

Only my SECOND time writing smoot with three people... So, do be gentle, I’m fragile.

“Do we have a problem!?”

You turn your head, eyes wide when you see Sasha Banks walking your way, the blue haired woman stopping a few inches away from you.

You can’t help but get a little distracted, your eyes darting around her face, the woman’s perfume clouding your senses, keeping you from forming any sort of relative thought.

Sasha’s eyes narrow, the woman’s head cocking slightly to the side and you can't help but smile.

“What the hell is so funny?”

It’s then you realize Sasha has been joined by the Smackdown Women’s Champion, Bayley, the short haired woman sending you a glare. But again, you get so lost in staring at her that you don’t speak.

“Hey!” Bayley gives you a shove and you give your head a shake, blinking rapidly.

“Uhh, so-sorry.” You mumble, turning around and running away, the two women’s brows furrowed as they share a confused glance.

“What the hell was that?” Bayley asks and Sasha snorts.

“Beats me.”

***

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

Your eyes are nearly bulging out of your skull when you realize you’d just ran into Bayley, dumping your iced coffee all over her.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times as the short haired woman’s angry brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs.

“I’m... I’m so...”

“YOU BETTER BE SORRY YOU DID THAT TO HER.” You hear a voice from behind you a cringe, realizing Sasha has appeared from nowhere.

“I-I-I am... S-S-Sorry.” You stammer, fidgeting nervously, as you turn back and forth, looking between them with wide, fearful eyes.

Bayley and Sasha watch as you basically run away, the two sharing a glance.

***

“ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A FUCKING KLUTZ.” Bayley screams in your face after you’d just run into her and you wince.

“SHE ASKED YOU A QUESTION.” Sasha yells and you swallow hard.

“M-Most the time.” You stammer, staring at your feet.

You wouldn’t admit to the two women you’d done it on purpose, wanting their attention on you, but you were quickly realizing that maybe you weren’t going about it the best way.

“Do you just want our attention!? Is that it!?” Sasha steps closer and you take a step back, straight into Bayley.

Bayley grabs your side and you let out a squeak, the woman’s brow arching as a smirk spreads across her face.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Sasha purrs as she steps closer, noting the way your pupils dilate when she steps closer.

“But what kind of attention do you want?” She asks and you clear your throat, shaking your head.

“N-No attention.” You stutter, goosebumps dotting your arms as Sasha teasingly runs a fingertip down your forearm.

“Are you sure?” She smirks and your mouth hangs open as you shake your head.

“Y/N?”

You jump, turning to a small tech, the man holding a clipboard.

“You’re on in 5.”

You nod rapidly, practically sprinting away.

“Thank god.”

***

Bayley and Sasha take up residence near the curtain that leads into the arena, waiting for you to come backstage after winning your match.

The second you step through the curtain, your eyes double in size as you spot the two women, the both of them smirking as they slow clap.

“Way to go rookie.” Bayley smirks, adjusting her title on her shoulder as Sasha slips off the crate she was sitting on.

“Still, you could use a little...” Sasha licks her lips, her eyes dragging down your front before coming back up, her eyes locking with yours before she turns to Bayley.

“A little work.”

Sasha places a hand on your forearm, sending you a wink before she and Bayley take their leave, the Smackdown Women’s Champion sending you a wink as well.

You stand stock still, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“What the fuck was that?”

***

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE-

Bayley sighs when she sees you, the woman shaking her head.

“S-S-S-Sorry, it was an accident this time.” You murmur, your eyes bulging.

“Oh? This time?”

You abruptly turn around; you should’ve known wherever Bayley was Sasha would be near.

“And the other times?” Bayley smirks and you swallow hard.

“I-I-I... I mean...”

“Hmmm?” Sasha hums, it’s them you realize how close she is, the heat from her body radiating on you.

You shake your head, your mouth opening and closing a few times as you try to formulate words.

“I think we’ve broken her.” Sasha giggles, the raspy sound inches away from your ear.

Bayley takes a step closer, the woman smirking cockily.

“I’m sure there’s SOME way we can fix her.” Bayley bites her bottom lip, her fingertips running down your arm.

“But how would we do that?” Sasha smirks and you clear your throat.

The face you make is downright comical, the two women smirking at one another as you turn your head back and forth, looking between the two women.

Bayley glances at Sasha the woman smirking before they back away, leaving you completely and utterly confused.

“A little punishment for all the...” Sasha smirks, using her fingers to make quotation marks. “’Accidents’ you’ve been having lately.”

You watch them go, mouth agape.

“What the fuck WAS THAT!?”

***

You’d secured THE biggest win of your career, pinning the Sassy Southern Belle, Lacey Evans, getting a clean win.

You back up the ramp, holding your fists in the air, the WWE Universe cheering.

It’s when their cheers turn into confusion when you turn around, seeing that Bayley and Sasha have come out to the ramp, clapping as they move to stand side by side with you, each taking your hands and holding them high in the air, the two pointing at you with massive, toothy grins.

Your brow furrows but you celebrate nonetheless, again COMPLETELY and UTTERLY confused.

You’re even more confused when Bayley and Sasha lead you backstage, ignoring one of the backstage correspondences and dragging you through the backstage area.

The pair only stop when they find a secluded spot backstage, shoving you in an empty room and locking the door.

“Uhh... Wh-Wh-What...?” You stammer, head on a swivel as you look back and forth between the two women.

“You beat Lacey Evans, congrats...” Bayley smirks, tossing her title on a nearby table.

“That’s cause for celebration, don’t you think?” Sasha smirks and your brows knit together in confusion.

To say you’re shocked would be an understatement, the two women leaning in to press a kiss to one another's lips, both getting lost in the kiss for a moment before they turn to you.

“Did you just... Did...?” You stare at them with wide eyes and they both smirk.

“I mean, are you really surprised?” Bayley chuckles, her brown orbs shining as she watches you stare at the two of them in confusion.

“Come on, we’re Baysha.” Sasha rolls her eyes, moving towards you and you swallow hard, your tongue swiping at your lips.

“Something on your mind?” Sasha teases and you clear your throat.

“No-No...” You mumble, inhaling sharply when Bayley moves towards the two of you.

“We said your win was cause for celebration...” Bayley turns your head, leaning in, your heart ceasing to beat in your chest. “Didn’t we?” She husks and you sigh.

“Ye-Yeah...” You stutter, the Smackdown Women’s Champion closing the distance between you, her fingers tangling in your hair as you kiss.

Kissing Bayley is, electric, the woman smirking against your lips at your eagerness.

Eventually, the two of you part and Sasha turns your head, leaning in, her lips pressing against yours.

Bayley’s nails dig into the back of your head as you kiss the blue haired woman, lips meeting soft, the sound of your lips meeting again and again the only sound in the room.

Eventually she pulls back, humming.

“Not bad.” She smirks. “A better kisser than I expected from someone so timid.” She giggles, pressing another kiss to your lips.

Bayley turns you back towards her, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.

“I know, surprising.” Bayley sends Sasha a wink, whereas you are in a complete trance, your eyes darting back and forth between the two women.

“I think she’s earned a little more from such a good win.” Sasha shrugs as she leans back in, her lips meeting yours, her tongue prodding against your bottom lip until your lips part, her eager tongue slipping inside.

Bayley smirks at the groan that rumbles up your throat, your hands finding purchase on Sasha’s waist as Bayley peppers your neck with kisses, sucking and nipping at your pulse point.

You’d be lying if the sound of Sasha’s moan didn’t spur you on, one of your hands moving to rest on the back of her head, pulling her into the kiss, your tongue flicking against the same spot that had made her moan.

Sasha pulls back with a grin, leaning towards Bayley.

“Better with her tongue.” She whispers and you swallow hard, the shorter haired woman smirking as she leans back in, her tongue immediately slipping into your mouth.

Sasha sucks bruises into your neck as the two of you shamelessly make out, your fingers tangled in Bayley’s hair as the two of you kiss passionately, your hips rocking against nothing.

“Someone is definitely liking this celebration.”

You let out an obscene groan when you feel Sasha’s fingers lightly run along the crotch of your tights.

“REALLY likes it you mean.” Bayley snickers, as she nibbles on your earlobe, her hand too slipping between your legs, her fingertips brushing against the same spot Sasha’s had.

“What do you want...?” Sasha whispers in your ear, kissing the curve of your jawline and you grunt, her fingers rubbing circles over the place you need her most.

“I...”

You groan louder when Bayley’s fingers tease you through your tights, your body quaking slightly.

“We know what you want...” Bayley whispers.

Suddenly the two of them move away from you, your eyes wide as they dart between the two of them, the women smirking mischievously.

“I mean we WOULD’VE given you what you wanted....” Bayley smirks, glancing at Sasha.

“BUT you did spend the last few weeks running the two of us over, trying to get our attention...” The blue haired woman smirks, moving towards you to press a kiss to your lips.

“And that deserves a little punishment.”

Bayley kisses your lips last, the woman grabbing her title before shrugging, moving out of the room behind Sasha.

“She’s the Boss.”

***

That’s how the weeks went on, the two intent on punishing you for all your clumsy accidents from before, so your attempt to catch their attention had worked, but in the end, not in a way you wanted.

Their idea of punishment had been more torturous than you could’ve ever imagined, the women working you up then leaving you high and dry, body aching for more, craving for more.

The punishment had been more than you could bear, and soon you were going to explode.

***

You’d again won against Lacey Evans, your hands held high in the air as you celebrate your win.

Unbeknownst to you the woman moves to her feet with a growl, her eyes narrowed.

Her nostrils flare as she grabs your shoulder, jerking you around until you’re face to face, her fist rocketing into your face, the Women’s Right, knocking you off your feet.

Your back isn’t even on the mat when Sasha’s music hits, Lacey’s eyes wide as she glares up the ramp, Sasha strutting confidently out onto the stage before Bayley’s music hits, the woman moving to stand beside her.

Lacey shouts up the ramp in her southern drawl, unaware that you’re moving to your feet, giving your head a shake.

You return the favor, grabbing Lacey’s shoulder and spinning her around, delivering a right that surpasses the Women’s Right by a mile.

Lacey’s back hits the mat, her eyes wide as she stares up at you, her hand on her cheek.

“Now THAT is a Woman’s Right.” You hear Bayley’s voice and you smirk, mocking Lacey by blowing on your fist like she does, the fans cheering as you slip out of the ring, backing up the ramp with your fist high above your head.

Sasha and Bayley join you soon after, the two women taking your hands and holding them high above your head.

You glance between them, grinning, the two women nodding as the three of you turn around and head backstage, leaving Lacey laid out in the ring.

“I think this calls for more celebrating, don’t you?” Bayley winks and Sasha grins.

“Oh, I think so too.”

You swallow hard.

“Uh oh.”

***

Much to your surprise, the celebration wasn’t in the backstage area as you’d expected it would be, no, it was where you currently were, and that was the hotel.

“Wh-What...” You stammer when the two women come to a stop, Bayley fiddling with opening the hotel room’s door.

“I think you’ve been punished long enough...” Sasha bites her bottom lip, taking your hat off your head and placing it on hers, the bill backwards, backwards because when the woman gets you into the hotel room her lips are on yours, her hands grabbing fistfuls of your jacket as her tongue slips into your mouth, swiping against yours wildly.

The second you part, Bayley is leaning in, kissing you just as wildly as Sasha pulls your jacket off, tossing it and your hat somewhere in the room.

Bayley haphazardly unbuttons your shirt, shoving it off your shoulders leaving you in nothing but your sports bra.

You pull back, panting heavily, your darkened Y/E/C orbs darting between the two women.

“We could always sto-

“No!” You yell, cutting Bayley off, the woman smirking as her brown orbs dart to Sasha’s.

You clear your throat.

“No... I want to keep going...” You mumble under your breath and Sasha smirks, cupping your cheek, her fingers tangling in the hair at the base of your neck.

“Oh, we’re not stopping.” She pulls you into another kiss and you sigh, moaning when you feel Bayley’s lips on your neck.

You let out a groan into Sasha’s mouth when you feel your pants being unbuttoned, a hand slipping down the front of them.

Sasha pulls back, her forehead resting against yours as Bayley’s fingers tease you through your boxers.

The woman gauges your reactions, smirking when she sees your expression change to one of pleasure.

“There?” She whispers and you nod, grunting.

“Yeah, right there.”

Bayley buries her nose in your neck as you rock against her hand, Sasha smirking as she glances down, watching as Bayley’s wrist moves.

“I think she needs a little more, don’t you?” Sasha purrs as she slips her hand down your boxers, her fingers running through your folds.

“Ah, fuck.” You groan, as Sasha’s fingers tease your clit.

“Please... Please...” You groan, rocking your hips in search of the woman’s fingers.

“Yeah, fuck.” You gasp, as her fingers press against you, the woman drawing large, slow circles over the little bundle of nerves.

“Like that?” She asks, circles tighter, and faster.

“Yeah, jus-just like that.” You shiver, groaning into Sasha’s neck as her fingers move.

Bayley smirks at the sound of your hitching breath, the woman pressing soft kisses to your neck, palming your breasts over your sports bra.

“You like that, you like what we’re doing to you?” She asks and you nod, throwing your head back, your hips rolling wildly.

“Do you want to cum?” Sasha whispers against your neck and you nod.

“Ugh, god, yes, please...” You groan, the woman pulling you in for a kiss as she draws mercilessly rubs your clit.

You let out a guttural snarl as your body stills, shaking violently as you orgasm, the woman grinning against your lips as you shudder and shake in her arms.

“Fuck.” Bayley mumbles as you come down from your high, body twitching and quaking.

“Yeahhhh...” Sasha sighs as your hips still the woman’s hand slipping out of your boxers, her fingers slipping into her mouth.

She lets out a hum, licking her lips.

“She tastes good...” She whispers, Bayley turning to her with a smirk, grabbing her face and pulling her into a kiss.

The woman’s tongue is immediately in her mouth, the two of them grunting and groaning as their tongues move.

“Damn, she does.” Bayley sighs, turning towards you with a smirk.

“And I want more.”

You don’t know how, but by the time you get to the bed you’re in your boxers, the two women in nothing but their panties and bras.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, licking your lips as you watch the two crawl up the bed towards you, eyes darkened with lust.

Bayley crawls on top of you, her lips against yours as her tongue slips into your mouth.

Sasha meanwhile has settled beside you, sucking and nibbling on your earlobe.

You let out a groan when you feel your own hand sliding down the front of Sasha’s panties, the woman growling.

“Yeah, fucking me.” She whispers as your fingers move, rubbing against her in a way that makes her toes curl.

The three of you sit up, your back against the headboard as Bayley’s back rests against your chest, your arm around her as your hand slips beneath her panties, your opposite hand still working between Sasha’s legs.

Having the two women groaning as your fingers work between the apex of their thighs is a pleasure you thought you’d never experience, both women moaning as you work them to their highest peak, your fingers teasing their entrances.

“Ugh.”

“Oh!”

They both cry out as your fingers move inside them, as much as they can thanks to the angle.

“I’m-

“Fuck I’m-

Both women cry out as they cum, Bayley shiver against the front of your boxers making your back arch, the sound of their climaxes and the sensation of Bayley’s ass rubbing into you making you cum again as you let out a snarl against the back of Bayley’s neck, rolling your hips to prolong your high.

You pant against her neck, your body stilling as your core throbs, sensitive from the two climaxes you’d had so far.

Bayley turns around, her lips pressing against yours, kisses tender.

Sasha turns your head, her lips pressing just as tenderly against yours.

You smirk against her lips when you feel Bayley’s legs slip around your middle, the grin on your face cocky as you roll your hips, the woman gasping loudly into your shoulder.

Sasha grins as she watches Bayley rub against you, her brow furrowed as the two of you bounce. She slips behind Bayley, unhooking her bra, the Champ holding her arms in the air so Sasha can pull her bra off over her head.

“Oh shit.” Bayley sighs, throwing her head back as you latch onto her breast, your tongue flicking against her nipple as your hips rock.

The woman groans at the feel of you sucking on her chest, leaving behind bruises in places you know won’t be seen.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum...” She groans into your neck as her body shakes, the woman’s eyes rolled back in her head as she orgasms, body quaking in your arms.

“Yeahhh.” You whisper, pressing kisses to the woman’s neck.

Bayley presses a few tender kisses to your lips, before she slides off of you, giving Sasha the opportunity to slide on top of you.

You boldly unhook Sasha’s bra with one hand, the woman’s tongue trapped between her teeth as you dive in to her breasts, sucking, and biting on the woman’s flesh, again leaving behind bruises where you know they won’t be seen.

Sasha growls when you give your hips a roll, the woman smirking as the two of you start to bounce, hips rolling and rocking against one another. Her hands settle on your shoulders, your lips pressed against hers as her hips rock hard against yours.

“Yeah, like that.” She moans and you smirk, swiveling your hips in a way that makes her cry out, grinning as you do it again.

Sasha’s panting against your neck by the time you do it again, the woman’s breath hitching as her hips lose all sense of rhythm, rocking into you wildly as she chases her release.

The blue haired woman groans against your neck, body shaking as she again orgasms, cumming hard as her hips slow.

“Shit.” She growls as she rolls off of you, falling onto the bed beside you with a lazy grin, Bayley’s grin just as wide as she crawls up to lay beside you, she and Sasha snuggling into your sides.

“Jesus...” Bayley sighs and you smirk, grunting when the women both smack your stomach.

“Don’t look so cocky.” Bayley sticks her tongue out and you snicker.

“I just made two beautiful women orgasm, I have the right to be cocky.”

Sasha rolls her eyes, but doesn’t argue, hitching a leg up over you, Bayley doing the same.

“Maybe after a nap we’ll be ready for more.” She giggles and you shrug.

“I mean, I’m ready.”

“Shut up Y/N.”

“Yeah, you’re younger than us, more stamina.”

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