#but guess what? that fucks over my coworkers AND my patients. in order to keep a semblance of organization i have to be literally running

[jaggedtrachea]

starting to think maybe its not normal to work a job that basically puts me in fight or flight mode for 10 straight hours at a time

[studiojeon]

use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

Don´t copy or repost please. by studiojeon on tumblr.

[americasass91]

The Shield and the Sweater

Hello lovelies! This little fic came to me when the lovely, beautiful, talented @stargazingfangirl18​ asked a very important question on her blog. Would you rather be enemies to lovers with Steve Rogers or friends with benefits with Ransom Drysdale. Well my greedy ass wanted both. Thus the birth of this story. I also turned it around a little to make it fit into Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge! I’ve never written anything dark before. Also not sure if this classifies as soft!dark or if it’s more dark. But it’s one of those! If that makes you uncomfortable, then please don’t read it. This is also my first time writing a threesome, so let me know if it sucks! I hope you enjoy it! 😘

General prompts:

8)The town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

Dialogue prompts:

3)”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

11)”I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

Rating: Explicit(if you’re under 18, please leave)

Words: 6.2k(this one got away from me, sorry)

Warnings: soft!dark/dark themes, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome(M/M/F), manipulation, language, model!Ransom being an asshole, Steve not being who you think he is

“And I really think if everyone pitches in to make these changes, it’ll really make a difference in the long run.”

Wow, so this is how you were going to die. In your whole 20 something years of existence, you never thought boredom would be your cause of death.

Sure, you were the lead Accountant at Stark Tower and these monthly meetings were mandatory. But did you really have to be here to listen to Rogers go on and on about how we can ‘improve our working environment’? Why did he even care anyway? He was barely ever here as it is.

You must have been zoning out worse than you thought because next thing you know your coworker, Janet, is poking you in the side and pointing towards Steve.

With a quick glare sent her way, you move your gaze to the Captain. He is giving you the same look he always does. Like he’s disgusted with you. “I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N. Am I boring you?”

A scoff escapes your mouth. “No, not at all Captain Rogers. I just love when people who are never here seem to always have an opinion on how things are run and how they could be better.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Do you have a problem with me, Y/N? Cause if you do, I’m sure there’s a way to solve that.”

You stand up and match his expression. You lean forward with your hands resting on the table. You can’t help but notice the Captain drops his gaze to your cleavage that’s now on more display than before. But just as quick as it was there, his gaze rises back up to meet your face. “Is that a threat, Captain Rogers?”

“Oh, it’s more than a-“

Tony quickly stands up and claps his hands together. “Okay! Meeting adjourned! You two, come here!”

You quickly straighten yourself up and make your way over to Tony. You always try to make sure you show him as much respect as you can. He’s your boss after all.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. My emotions got the better of me. It won’t happen again.”

He nods to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I accept your apology. But what I’m not understanding is why Steve here wanted to fire you?”

You both turn to look at Steve who has a sheepish expression on his face. “Yeah, sorry about that, Tony. She just seems to bring out this ugly side of me. I’ll try to keep it more contained next time.” He then moves his gaze to you. “Sorry, Y/N. I promise to be more professional moving forward.”

He makes a quick exit, leaving you shocked that he apologized at all. Ever since you started here almost a year ago now, you’ve been at each other’s throats. It was your fault really.

It was your first week and you were in the break room grabbing some coffee when you overheard a few of your coworkers making fun of Steve for being a virgin. Now, you weren’t sure if it was true but you wanted to fit in so you made your way over to the group and asked if anyone calls him Captain Virgin. That earned you some big laughs. But the laughter died down quickly as Steve entered the room to grab some coffee. Judging by the glare he gave you, he heard what you had called him.

You went straight to Tony after that to apologize. You really didn’t want to get fired. But you wanted to make sure Tony heard the story from you before Steve got the chance to talk to him. To your utter surprise, Tony found the name hilarious and gave you a high five, saying you were going to fit right in.

Well long story short, it’s almost a year later and Steve is still getting called Captain Virgin. Oh but don’t worry, he has names of his own for you. His favorite is Tony’s Pet. For some reason, it really eats at you when he calls you that.

But the one thing you hate the most about Steve?

Is how utterly, hopelessly, and desperately attracted you are to the son of a bitch.

That happened in your second week when you went to use the complimentary gym and saw him beating the shit out of some poor punching bag. Your panties and your workout were definitely ruined after that.

The more you fought with Steve, the more you just wanted him to bend you over any surface and have his way with you.  

It was despicable how horny you were for him. You were pretty sure all he’d have to do is snap his fingers and point to the floor in front of him and you’d happily drop to your knees and take him down your throat.

So that left you leaving work every day in a horny state. You started by taking care of it yourself when you got home. But after a while even that wasn’t cutting it. Then you started bringing home one night stands. But after the 4th disappointing non-orgasm, you gave up and just learned to live with it.

Sure, you could attempt to start being nice to Steve and maybe ask him out. But you were pretty sure he hated you. Plus you have way too much pride to actually do that.

So that leads to now. It’s Friday night and your workday is almost over. You’re inputting the last few numbers from the last expense report in your pile.

You get the last number put in when Janet approaches you. She sits on the corner of your desk. “So, you coming tonight?”

You take your glasses off and lean back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. “Coming where?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Oh, come on Y/N! You know we go out almost every Friday night. You never come and you always say you will!”

You start to clear off your desk and put things back in their place. “Yeah well I could. Or I could go home and sit on my ass and do nothing.”

“Well, that explains why it’s looking a bit bigger lately.”

Janet’s jaw drops as she directs her gaze at Steve, who is now standing in front of your desk.

You smirk and lean on your elbows towards him. “You like looking at my ass, Rogers?”

He scoffs. “Well when it takes up that much space, it’s hard not to notice. But here, I came to give you this.”

He hands you what looks to be a 10 page expense report. “Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy, you know. Saving the world.”

You ungraciously take it from him and throw it in your to-do pile. “That can wait until Monday. I’ve got plans. We’re going to-” you look towards Janet for clarification. “Lavo.” You turn your gaze back to Steve. “Yeah, we’re going to Lavo. So this will wait til Monday if that’s okay with you, sir.”

Steve does his best to move his bag and jacket subtly towards the front of his pants so you won’t notice his growing hard-on. He hates how turned on he gets when you guys get into it. And then you call him sir? Jesus. He clears his throat. “Of course, I'm the one who turned it in at the last minute.”

Janet speaks up quickly. “You could always come with us! It’ll be fun!”

You grin widely at him. “Yeah! You could finally get your cherry popped, Captain Virgin.”

Steve can’t help the blush that covers his cheeks. “Uh, I can assure you my cherry has been popped since the 40’s. But thank you for your concern. And thank you for the invite, Janet. But i think I’ll stay in tonight.” He takes out his phone and sends a quick text before turning around and walking towards the elevators.

Wow. He didn’t even try to retaliate. You shrug your shoulders and grab your purse before standing up. “Alright, I’ll go! But on one condition!”

Janet claps her hands in excitement and starts walking with you towards the elevators. “Sure, anything!”

You press the button for the lobby. “You are going to be my wingwoman. Cause this girl definitely needs to get laid.”

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Lavo is super packed by the time you guys arrive. Of course you all had to go home and change.

You decided to go with a simple, yet effective, little black dress that showed off just enough to get men’s attention.

Thankfully you are able to score the last table. The waiter comes over and gets everyone’s drink order. You decide to stick with your favorite. You don’t want to get too drunk on the off chance you find someone to take home.

About a half hour into hot office gossip, Lucy, who is sitting across from you, taps your arm. You raise your eyebrows in question towards her.

She subtly nods her head towards the bar. “Okay I’m pretty sure the hottest guy I have ever seen is checking you out.”

You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face. “Yeah? Which one?”

“You can’t miss him. He’s fucking hot. Like no comparison to any of the other dudes sitting up there.”

You glance down at your drink and quickly finish the remainder. You stand up and adjust your dress, pushing up your breasts in the process. “Well, then I guess it’s time for a refill.” You wink and turn to make your way towards the bar.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him. And boy was Lucy not kidding. He was fucking hot. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a smug smirk that would normally turn you off. But on him it worked. And who even looks that good in a fucking cream colored cable knit?

You go up to the bar, not too close to Mr. Hottie of course, and patiently wait for the bartender.

Hottie McHothot not so subtly moves his gaze up and down your body. He must like what he sees. “Hey honey, have you ever raised chickens?”

Uh. That’s definitely not the first thing you expected to come out of his mouth. You look over at him with confusion on your face. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “Just kinda figured you might. Cause you sure can raise a cock.”

Okay, you’ve definitely never heard that line before. You crack up. You’re pretty sure you even snorted on accident. Once you collect yourself you ask, “Has that line ever worked for you?”

The bartender makes his way over to take your order. After reordering what you had before, you turn towards Hottie and wait for his answer.

“Not sure, my buddy told it to me yesterday so this is the first time I’m using it. Did it work?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. It was pretty cheesy.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it got you to laugh. So I’d say mission accomplished. Name’s Ransom. What’s yours, pretty girl?” He holds out his hand for you to shake.

Ransom. Now where have you heard that name before? You accept his hand shake. You can’t help but notice how much bigger his hands are than yours. Jesus. You could already feel your panties getting wet.

“My name’s Y/N. Ransom, that sounds familiar. Do I know you?”

He releases your hand and goes to take a sip of his bourbon. “Well, I guess that depends. Do you read magazines or have you seen the side of the city bus lately?”

You quickly wrack your brain. You don’t read many magazines. But the bus drives by you everyday on your walk to work. Holy shit! That’s it! He’s in his underwear on the side of the bus. You’ve drooled over that picture plenty of times.

“Oh, yeah! I remember now! I’ve seen you on the bus! What’s it an ad for? I can never really get past the almost naked man. A bit distracting on my way to work.”

He smirks as he briefly glances down at your breasts. “I’m glad you know my work. It’s an ad for Calvin Klein. For their new line of men’s briefs. Sorry I’ve been a distraction.” He sends you a wink.

Fuck. He was a model. And a popular one at that if he’s in an ad for Calvin Klein.

“I didn’t say I minded. You can make it up to me you know.” You wink back. Holy shit. Were you really flirting with a model?

“Yeah? Well, how about we get out of here and I’ll show you a fully naked man.”

Okay. Cheesy line number 2. Was that really going to work on you?

Yes.

Yes it was.

“Let me just go grab my purse.”

Drink forgotten, you go back to your table as quickly as you can without looking desperate. “Sorry, girls. But this is where I leave you.”

Janet glances down at her phone. “We haven’t even been here an hour yet! Where are you going?”

You send her a wink. “I’m leaving with that guy! You guys know him! Remember that ad on the side of the bus?”

They all turn their gaze to him. And they all make it very obvious. He just waves and sends them a smirk.

“Holy fucking shit! That’s the new Calvin Klein guy! Oh my god you lucky bitch!”

“Wait! Listen. We’ll let you go on one condition.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Okay?”

Janet gives you a naughty smirk. “On Monday I’ll need a report on if they had to stuff his briefs to get that delicious looking bulge or not.”

You give her a naughty smirk of your own. “I can totally do that.”

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Monday morning you were all smiles as you stepped off the elevator and headed towards your desk. You give Janet a wink as you pass by her. She quickly makes her way over just as you sit down. “Um, excuse me hoe. But is that the same dress you were wearing Friday night?”

You quickly grab the cardigan you always keep in your desk out and put it on and button it up, attempting to look a little more professional. “Maybe.”

Janet opens her mouth in shock. “You stayed the whole weekend with him? You little slut! How was it?”

You turn on your computer and grab for the expense report of Steve’s you left in your to-do pile. Then you turn towards your nosy coworker. “Well, if you must know, yes. I did stay the whole weekend with him. And I’m pretty sure I was in an orgasm-induced coma the whole time. It’s all kind of a rough, sticky, mind-blowing blur.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you put in your login information on the computer. “I haven’t decided yet. While the sex was the best I’ve ever had, he’s kind of an ass. Talked about himself and all the famous people he’s hooked up with since becoming a model. I honestly kept initiating sex just to make him shut up.”

She gives you a look like you’re stupid. “I’m not seeing the issue here. So what if he talks about himself a lot? The sex was amazing. You need to lock that down girl.”

You roll your eyes at her. “That’s the thing, Janet. He doesn’t do relationships. He told me so multiple times. Plus I’m pretty sure he was texting another chick in between our ‘sessions’. I suppose if I’m desperate, I’ll get a hold of him.”

“You know you could always just have him on backup for sex. Like a friends with benefits situation.”

“Janet, I’m in my late 20s. I’m too old for that kind of relationship.”

“Exactly, you’re in your late 20s! This is the perfect time for that kind of relationship before you settle down and get married! Have one last final hoorah!”

“I can’t have this conversation before caffeine. I’m going to get coffee. You act like I’m dying soon or something.” You turn to walk away but then remember you were supposed to tell her something. “Oh yeah and by the way. The bulge is definitely not stuffed.”

You give her a wink and then head to the break room for some much needed coffee. When you see who’s in there, you almost contemplate going downstairs to a different break room.

Steve is standing at the counter, preparing his coffee. He turns when he hears you come in and gives you a once over. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

You grab a mug out of the cabinet beside him. “Sorry my appearance isn’t up to your standards today, Rogers. I was a little...busy this weekend.”

He takes a sip of his coffee to make sure it’s right. Then he moves out of your way so you can get to the coffee, but still staying close. “Busy getting run over by a truck? Cause that’s kind of what you look like.”

You pour yourself a generous amount of coffee and take a long sip, letting the bitter liquid slowly make you human. “Yeah, well. I was busy getting fucked all weekend, Rogers. But I know your little innocent mind wouldn’t know what that’s like.”

That wipes the stupid little smirk right off his face. He almost looks pissed. He moves even closer to you. Almost pressing himself right up against you. So close that you can smell his coffee-scented breath. If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined.

“Not all of us feel the need to sleep around. Some of us are looking for a real connection. Not just a one night stand of meaningless, mediocre sex.”

You press yourself just a little closer to him, his chest now touching yours. “Oh, it was anything but mediocre. Maybe if you actually got some, you’d know what that feels like.”

He leans his head down until his mouth is next to your ear, his left hand now resting on your hip. “You really need to stop insinuating that I’m a virgin sweetheart. If you were nicer to me, I’d show you that I know how to fuck.” With that he backs up and heads out of the break room.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Jesus Christ. You swear you almost came.

And if you were nicer to him? Fuck him. He’s not nice to you either. That’s okay. You have someone who can scratch this itch.

You pull out your phone and send a quick text.

To: Fuckboi

You busy tonight? I could really use a release.

The reply came almost immediately.

From: Fuckboi

Didn’t get enough of my cock this weekend huh? I suppose I could make myself available.

You roll your eyes and quickly reply with your address and what time to be over.

The rest of the day passes by slowly. It takes you half the day to enter Steve’s expense report. God he’s descriptive. At least it’s completed. You can’t really say that much for the other Avengers. They usually half assed them and made them barely acceptable.

You are shutting down for the day when Steve approaches your desk. You remove your glasses and look at him expectantly. “Is there something I can help you with, Steve?”

A blush creeps it’s way across his cheeks. “Um, I was actually just wondering if you had time to go over the new expense report forms? They should be a lot easier to fill out.”

You glance down at the clock on your computer. Ransom is going to be at your place in about 20 minutes.“Can we do it tomorrow? I have company that’ll be showing up at my apartment in like 20 minutes.”

His hopeful smile falls. His face is now unreadable. “Would your company happen to be whoever you spent the weekend with?”

Confused, you grab for your purse after getting your computer shut down. “Actually, yes. Should I have asked your permission first?” You attempt a joke to ease the sudden tension.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. Wow. You weren’t aware he knew how to text. You hear it ping with a reply before he angrily puts it back in his pocket. “Sure, we can do this tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your whoreing around.”

Your jaw drops in surprise. Sure you guys were always throwing jabs at each other. But he’d never said anything like this before. And in such a mean tone.

You round your desk and stand right in front of him. “Fuck you, Steve.”

You hurry towards the elevators before he can see the tears that have welled up. You couldn’t let him know he had that power over you. Asshole. Thank god Ransom was coming over. Hopefully he could fuck what Steve just said right out of your head.

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You’ve lost count of how many orgasms Ransom has pulled from you with his mouth when there’s a knock on your door.

Ransom looks up at you from his kneeling position on your living room floor. “Did you invite someone else to join us, pretty girl?”

You scoff and push him away so you can stand up. You pull your dress down as you make your way towards the door. “Yeah. I can barely handle just you. I’m pretty sure if we added someone else, I’d actually die.”

You open the door and gasp in surprise. “Steve? What are you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Look, I know you probably already have company but I felt really bad about what I said to you earlier today and wanted to apologize.”

You have so many questions. “How did you know where I lived?”

That sheepish smile makes its appearance again. “I may or may not have looked in your employee file.”

You shake your head. “And you felt the need to come all the way here and apologize? Why not just text me?”

“It would only have felt right to me to do it in person. I really am sor-”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Well, who do we have here? Why is Captain America at your door?”

You turn your head to address Ransom. “He just came by to apologize to me. I think he was just leaving.”

Steve has a disappointed look on his face. “Yeah, I suppose I was.”

“Awe, what a shame. I thought you were gonna ask him to join us, pretty girl.”

Steve’s eyes grow wide at the thought. You quickly speak up. “No, I don’t think he’d be comfortable with that. He’s a little old fashioned.” You give him a sincere smile. You didn't think that was a bad thing.

Steve looks back towards the elevators and then back to you. He clears his throat. “What if I wanted to join you?” Seeing your wide eyed look, he quickly adds, “Only if Y/N would be comfortable with that of course.”

You contemplate what the consequences could be in your head. But then you get distracted when Ransom starts grinding his hard on against your ass. “Come on, pretty girl. Make a decision.”

The next word comes out of your mouth faster than what your brain can process. “Okay.”

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Now you were standing awkwardly in your bedroom with Steve and Ransom looking at you expectantly.

You’ve never done this before so you’re not sure how this is supposed to go. “So, um. How do we start exactly?”

Ransom smirks and comes up behind you. “I think you should call the shots, pretty girl. If you’re okay with that, Steve?”

With the mention of his name, he walks towards you and places his hands on your hips. “I think that’s a great idea. Can I kiss you now?” He places his hand under your chin and raises your face up to meet his. “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” With that, his lips meet yours. It’s explosive. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck and press yourself up against him.

You get so lost in the kiss, you forget that Ransom is there. That is until he presses his lips against your neck and presses himself against your ass. It presses you even further against Steve, making you feel his excitement against your lower belly.

You’re so overwhelmed already and you’d barely started. You may not survive this evening.

As you move your hands down to remove Steve’s shirt, Ransom is unzipping your dress, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve moves his hands around to unhook your bra so he can get his hands on your breasts. He pinches your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

After successfully removing your dress, Ransom stands back up and turns your head to connect your lips. He starts rutting his clothed hard on against your naked ass. His left hand reaches around to bat one of Steve’s away so he can squeeze your breast.

Steve takes the hand that had been swatted away and moves it down to your soaking wet core. He starts lightly circling your clit. Just enough pressure to make you mewl.

You reach behind you with your left hand and tug at the waistband of Ransom’s briefs. “Off.” You moan out as you take your right hand and start attempting to take off Steve’s jeans. He smirks into your neck and helps you out. He barely gets them unbuttoned and unzipped before you’re reaching your hand into them and his boxers to grab his cock. It feels big.

Ransom grabs your left hand and places it on his now free cock. You wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze before you start pumping your hand up and down. You do the same to Steve’s, making the both of them let out grunts against both sides of your neck. Steve increases the pressure on your clit a little. Still not enough.

“Nee-need, you. Please.” You weakly moan out. Ransom moves his mouth up to your ear. “How do you want us, pretty girl?”

You reluctantly pull away from both of them so you can think. You decide to be greedy. You point to Steve. “I want you to lay on the bed, please.”

He does as you ask. Putting his hands behind his head as he awaits further instructions.

You get on the bed and straddle him. You turn around and reach your arm out for Ransom. “Want you behind me.” You lean over and open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and toss it at Ransom. He smirks as he straddles Steve’s legs and gets behind you. He uncaps the lube and starts coating his cock with a generous amount. “Need my cock in that ass, pretty girl?”

You hold up your hand. “Wait.” You lean down towards Steve and give him a quick kiss. “Are you okay with this?”

He nods his head. “As long as you are.” You raise back up and smile at him. You turn your head and look at Ransom. “I’m assuming you're okay with this?”

He just smirks and squeezes some lube out so that it slides down the crack of your ass. “More than okay, pretty girl. Need me to stretch you out first?”

You smirk and pull him in for a quick, filthy kiss. “I think it got plenty stretched out this weekend.”

He matches your smirk. “You little slut. Wanting both of our cocks stuffing you full.”

You whimper as he lands a smack on your ass. Leaning up on your knees, you grab a hold of Steve’s cock and start running his tip up and down your folds. He places his left hand on your right hip and his right hand on your left thigh. “Condom?”

You quickly shake your head and pause your actions. “On the pill. Unless of course you’d be more comfortable with one.”

He shakes his head. “No, just making sure.”

You turn back to Ransom. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.”

He nods and places his hands on your shoulders, waiting somewhat patiently.

You slowly sink down on Steve’s cock. He’s stretching you out so deliciously. It burns in just the right way. Ransom may be longer, but Steve is definitely thicker.

After you get fully seated on him, you take a minute to adjust. It only takes a few seconds. You turn your head towards Ransom. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He removes his right hand from your shoulder and grabs the base of his cock and starts pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He’d been in there a lot over the weekend. But it was still a tight fit regardless. He doesn’t go as slow and sheaths himself to the hilt, causing you to moan out in slight pain and pleasure.

Holy fuck. You feel so full. You think you might die. That is until Ransom removes his cock until just the tip remains and then forcefully thrust back in, causing you to grind on Steve’s dick.

Steve grunts out from the movement and starts thrusting up into you the best he can from his position. Ransom wraps his left arm around you and continues his thrusts, not letting up his pace. You don’t even really have to move, the both of them doing it for you. They somehow find the perfect rhythm. Each of them pulling out and pushing in at the same time. One of your hands is behind you, resting on the back of Ransom’s head while the other is resting on Steve’s chest.

Steve sits up suddenly and pulls you in for a kiss. “Like being stuffed with both of our cocks, pretty girl?” You hear from behind you. “Yes. So good. So full. Gonna cum.”

Ransom removes his arm from around you and reaches down and starts circling your clit. “Do it. Cum all over us. Make a mess.”

Steve can feel you squeezing him. “Please, sweetheart. Need to feel you cum on my cock. You’re gripping me so good.”

You explode. You clamp your eyes shut, seeing stars behind your eyelids. You let the both of them fuck you through it.

Ransom’s hips stutter. The fluttering around his cock is too good. He cums with a shout of your name, filling up your ass to the brim. He gives you a few more thrusts before he pulls out and collapses beside you two.

Steve’s been patient while you come down from your high. He lays back down, pulling you with him so that your chest to chest. He bends his knees and grabs onto your hips. “You ready, sweetheart?” You raise up, both of your hands on each side of his head. You give him a nod.

That’s all he needs. He starts fucking you, hard and fast, chasing his release. He can feel it building. He just needs to feel you come undone around him again. He moves one of his hands and starts circling your clit with his thumb. “Need you to cum for me again, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “Can’t. Too much.”

Ransom sits up beside you. “I know what she needs.” He reaches over with his left hand and wraps it around your throat, squeezing gently.

It makes you clench down on Steve’s cock. “Yeah? That all you needed, sweetheart? A hand wrapped around your pretty throat? I know you like it. Can feel you squeezing me.” He picks up his pace. The only sounds that can be heard are his grunts, your breathy monas, and skin slapping against skin.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you. This one is somehow even more intense than the last.

You must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you’re waking up in between Steve and Ransom.

Steve smiles down at you. “There she is. We lost you for a second, sweetheart.”

You feel drunk. You smile goofily up at him. “Did you cum?”

Just as you ask that, you can feel his release seeping out of your overused cunt. Then you feel cum leaking out of your ass. You hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Ransom removes one hand while Steve removes the other. “Nuh uh uh. No hiding allowed, pretty girl. I have no regrets.” He looks at Steve. “Do you?”

Steve smiles down at you and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “None from me. You tired, sweetheart?”

You let out a big yawn and nod your head, slowly closing your eyes. “Get some rest, pretty girl.” That’s the last thing you hear before sleep takes you.

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You wake up sometime in the early morning, stretching out your sore limbs. You know you have a dumb smile on your face. But you can’t help but notice your empty bed.

You sit up and hiss at the deliciously sore feeling between your legs. You grab your robe and slip it on. You can smell coffee coming from the kitchen. You giddily make your way out of the room and down the hallway. They both barely just come into view, still unaware you’re there, when you hear Steve speak.

“I thought you were going to be an asshole to her? Make her see I’m not that bad.”

You hear Ransom next. “I was an asshole to her. I’m sorry I dicked her down so good that she wanted more.”

Steve scoffs. “I never gave you the okay to fuck her!”

“You also didn’t tell me it was off limits. Look you got what you wanted right?”

“No, actually I didn’t. I didn’t pay you so we could have a threesome together.”

What the fuck? Steve paid Ransom to help him get in your pants?

“Ok, how about this? I’ll give you all of your money back if I can fuck her one more time before I go? Then we’ll be squared away.”

Steve seems to be conflicted. “Fine! But this is the last time Ransom. I have to get to work anyway. After this, she’s mine. And make sure she’s not late for work herself.”

Before you have time to react, Steve rounds the corner and sees you standing there. He has a deer caught in headlights look. Ransom comes up beside him and sees you. “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

You slowly start backing up towards your bedroom. Steve moves towards you, stopping once you put your hands up. “Stay away from me! Both of you! I want nothing to do with either of you!”

Ransom moves past Steve and grabs onto your arms. “Oh, please. You’d fuck us again if we wanted. Wouldn’t you?”

You spit in his face. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

He gets a sinister look on his face. “Wrong move, pretty girl.” He looks toward Steve. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck the brat out of her. You better tell her boss she won’t be in today.”

Your eyes go wide at his words. You start thrashing against him, trying your best to get away. Steve has had enough. He comes over and yanks you away from him and presses you against the wall. “You better calm down, sweetheart. I’ll treat you like a princess if you can be my good girl. Can you do that?”

You shake your head. “Why would you think I’d want anything to do with you after finding out you paid someone to help get into my pants?”

He gives you an evil smirk. “Because if you don’t, I’ll just have to release the tape of last night on the internet. Let everyone see how much of a slut you actually are.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re bluffing.”

He smirks and turns his head towards Ransom. “Show her.”

Ransom gets his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen for a second before turning it in your direction.

Holy shit. They weren’t bluffing. There you were, getting fucked by the both of them. That would ruin you if it got out. Not only would you get fired, but your parents would probably disown you. You’d never have a normal relationship again. You’re fucked. Even more than you were last night. How had you not noticed they were recording it?

Ransom must have read your mind. “I set my phone up while you were busy with Steve’s fingers on your cunt and his tongue down your throat. I think you need to ask her again Steve.”

Steve grabs your chin and moves your gaze onto his face. “I’ll ask you again. Are you going to be my good girl? Let Ransom fuck you one more time and then it’ll just be me and you?”

You drop your gaze to the floor. You feel a tear run down your cheek as you whisper out, “I’ll be your good girl.”

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The Morning Shift | Alex Turcotte

A/N: Since we all seem to collectively be in our alex feels the past few days, I’ve decided to write a lil blurb for him (ft. his canadian bf quinton)!! Feedback always appreciated and hope you like it :)

Warnings: None; short & sweet

Word Count: 835

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I don’t normally work the morning shift, I’ll admit I like my sleep so I tend to stray towards picking up any afternoon or closing shifts at the cafe. Last night though, one of my coworkers texted me last minute asking to pick up her shift because she had a family emergency. Of course I take it, which leads to the present moment: me tiredly dragging my feet around trying to keep up with the morning hustle. 

From the corner of my eye I see the front door open with two huge (incredibly handsome) dudes strolling in. I make eye contact with the shorter of the two before quickly averting my gaze when he gives me a little smirk. Continuing to organize all the utensils and sugar packets I unintentionally eavesdrop on the two guys' hushed conversation. The most I could make out was around the lines of ‘make a move, you won't’, ‘what would I even say?’, ‘bro just go already or I will’, ‘fuck off, I’m going.’ 

When I hear footsteps approaching, I immediately try to act casual and like I wasn’t just full on listening in on their conversation just now. Then the next minute, the cute guy is standing right next to me browsing through our sugar packets. 

I give him a quick once over and then glance over to his friend who has his eyes glued to us like we’re his favorite soap opera. I bring my attention back to the boy next to me who now has his eyes focused on mine. He clears his throat before giving me a little head nod in greeting before bringing his attention back to the sugar packets. Ok… 

“So, you come here often?” He finally speaks. And lemme just say one thing, his voice is sexy.

I quietly snicker to myself before replying, “Well, considering I work here, yes.” 

I hear his buddy choke on air in the background before letting out a loud hoot that causes the cute guy to start blushing. 

He recovers by asking, “Are you new? I’ve never seen you around before.” 

“Nope, I’ve worked here for 2 years. I do usually work the afternoon shifts though,” I answer.

“Ah got it. Guess I gotta start coming in here later then eh?” He looks down at my chest when he discovers a name tag and adds, “... y/n.” 

Raising my eyebrows at his sudden boldness, I go back to my task at hand smiling to myself. 

He heaves out a sigh before continuing, “I’m totally butchering this, aren’t I?” 

Chuckling I respond, “Eh I’ll give you a solid 6/10. Gave you a few bonus points cause you’re cute.” 

Shining me his pearly whites (he has a great smile by the way) he questions, “Does a 6/10 earn me a number maybe?” Then he adds with a little smirk, “Keep in mind that you think I’m cute.” 

“I don’t even know your name.” I remark.

“Alex--”

“And I’m Quinton!” His buddy juts in while giving me a cheeky little wave and smile. 

Letting out a little snort, I start making my way back over to the registers to help the customer impatiently waiting for assistance. 

While I start making the customer’s drink order, Alex makes a little pit stop to where Quinton is standing and mumbles a quick ‘dude’ before giving him a light slap to the back of the head. He then makes his way back over to me. Leaning against the counter Alex questions, 

“Sooo… about that number?”

Instead of replying I give him a question of my own, “Are you going to order anything?”

Huffing out a breath of air he sighed out, “Uh yeah, I’ll just get an iced coffee.” 

Getting to work on making his coffee, I see Alex make his way over to his buddy giving him a little shrug. Smirking to myself, I take my time on making sure everything is right before grabbing a sharpie next to the register. 

“Iced coffee for Alex.” I announce while putting down the coffee on the pick-up counter. Alex makes his way over awkwardly, taking his coffee and giving me a quiet ‘thanks’ before making his way out of the shop with his buddy Quinton trailing after him. 

Waiting patiently, I finally see him take a peek at his coffee cup noticing writing on it.

His head whips around to meet my gaze once he notices what is written on the cup. A number. Giving him a little wink, he lets out a surprised laugh before grinning at me one last time and exiting the cafe. 

Smiling to myself, I get back to work, but not before getting interrupted by a little pang coming from my phone. Quickly sneaking a peek I find a new text message: 

‘Hey it’s Alex, the cute 6/10!’

‘What’d say to maybe getting dinner one night so I can try to bump that 6 to about a 7 or 8/10?’

Maybe the morning shift isn’t so bad... 

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Kinktober day 28

cockworship w/ Nighteye

masterlists

Idk what happened but heres a second you get fucked by your corporate boss at work fic so that’s on me I guess?

warnings: powerplay, oral, this is fairly tame.

word count: 1,100 (about)

Summary: Nighteye punishes you in in some.... unique ways.

You knew from the moment you took the job at Nighteye’s agency, that you would be in for an Intresting time. Your boss was known for harsh and odd punishments. They had even shown you the infamous tickle machine on your tour of the office. Still, you weren't that worried, you were a hard worker, a strong hero and usually happy go lucky, so you had nothing to worry about.

It had been an off day, you were late to work, ripped your favorite work skirt, and even missed your morning coffee. Your head was beginning to ache and you couldn’t force a smile the way you normally could. A fact that wasn’t missed by your boss. it was only a matter of time before you got called into Nighteye’s office, wich you were.

You stood nervously in front of his desk, Night eye staring you down intensely from behind his rectangular glasses. You stayed quiet and waited for him to speak.

“you are a key part of this office you know, your warm smile is the glue that holds your coworkers together.” He started, standing from the desk pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“So when you get like this, you not only make yourself less effective, but you drag others down with you,” he sounded genuinely disappointed.

“I’m sorry sir I’ll put on a smile and be more chipper,” you apologized forcing an awkward smile. wich only deepened his frown.

“a fake smile is worse than a frown, but don’t worry I don’t mind taking a personal approach to making you smile again, After you’re punished that is,” he said leaning stiffily against his desk with both hands.  

“Yes sir,” you gulped.

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl towards me,”

you gulped but obeyed, sinking to your knees and crawling across the cold linoleum floor stoping when you reached his legs. you were eye level with the fly of his pants but you tried not to focus on that, you looked up at the man towering over you and patiently waited for his next order. when he didn’t give you one, you figitied and unintentally, your eyes drifted down to his hips that were directly inform of your eyes.

“go-ahead and take out my cock,” He said

“W-what?” you staggered back not sure if that was supposed to be a joke or not.

“I don’t like having to repeat myself, take out my cock, if you’re so fascinated with it,” he shifted pushing his hips forward slightly. with shaky hands, you opened the button and dragged down the zipper, before reaching into his pants finding the half-hard length waiting for you. you  gasped feeling just how big he was.  you released him from the confines of his boxers examining the pale soft skin with your own eyes as your hand skimmed up and down his length.

“Why don’t you give it a kiss?” He asked. you gulped before doing what he asked pressing your lips to the base of his cock  kissing the vein that ran along the underside of his cock.  he motioned for you to continue, your lips trailed up his shaft before pressing one last kiss to the reddening head.

“use your tongue,” he still sounded cool and collected even though his cock was twitching and hardening in your hand. You were too intimidated to run your tongue flat along his full length so you started with small kitten licks focusing on the shaft.

“you can do better than that come on now, we don’t have all day,” he scolded. you sowled at him and flicked your tounce alond the sensitive slit and for a momenet he faultered his hips shuttering at the action and his elbows buckling. it was a rush making him crumble likt that.  You grew bolder, drooling over his shaft, and taking longer with your licks, before taking the initiative to wrap your lips around the head of his cock and sucked lightly.

Night eye’s breath hitched in this throat, he reached down smoothing your hair back so he could get a better look at your face while you sucked him.

“come on you can do better than that.” Slowly you took more of his length into your mouth bobbing your head along his shaft, you wrapped your hands around the rest of his cock massaging his length softly. He used his hold on your head to push you down, at the same time his hips snapped forward pushing more of his cock into your mouth.

“you have such a nice throat, so warm and wet if you ever get tired of being a hero you would be a perfect cock sleeve,” he praised his voice low and husky. you dropped your hands to his thighs bracing yourself on his legs while he fucked your mouth.

“my personal cum dump that is,” He clarified as he worked himself further into your throat making you gag.

“poor thing, I brought you here to make you smile and now you’re crying,” he didn’t sound all that sad. in fact the thrusts of his hips only grew faster and rougher, despite this you still did your best to keep up with him and flick your tongue against his cock hoping this would be enough to drive him over the edge into an orgasm.

your cunt throbbed in between your legs, you couldn’t believe how turned on you were just from sucking his dick.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth and you're going to hold it there like a good girl and show it to me okay?” you couldn’t answer, you were still gagging on his cock while he throat fucked you you hoped he could see your submission in your eyes.

His hips gave one final buck into your mouth, sending hot jets of cum down your throat, he dragged his cock back smearing his seed over your tongue and spewing more ropes of cum into your mouth you nursed on the head sucking the semen from his cock directly.

When he finally pulled back you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out showing him the cum you had kept in your mouth just like he asked. bits of drool and semen collected at the corners of your mouth before spilling over and dribbling down your chin. You cupped your hands below your chin catching the mixture so it didn’t stain your shirt.

Night eye smiled at you and ran his fingers through his hair reshaping it back into the perfect shell you were used to.

“good, go ahead and swallow, don’t waste any,” he commanded and you did, swallowing the bitter liquid and even licking the spilled seed off of your sticky fingers and chin.

“I say you took your punishment very well, I hope to see you back to smiling tomorrow, I’d hate to have to punish you again,” he said, you shakily got back to your feet, fixing your clothes as you did. you knew you weren’t going to be able to focus on anything besides the ache between your legs for the rest of the day, maybe you should hide in the bathroom for a while and take care of this little problem.

“Yes Sir.”

[yuzukult]

—saccharine

pairing: seokjin x reader word count: 2,319 prompt: seokjin doesn’t believe in love at first sight. so... what’s this feeling that’s churning in the pit of his stomach when he meets you for the first time? warnings: none. minor cursing. fluff attack. a/n: to celebrate my follower milestone! thank you all for supporting and reading my fics, it means a lot to me!

Everyday is a continuous, recurring cycle. 

First, the alarm rings. Then, he slams the snooze button on his phone before resuming into a light sleep for another eight minutes. The annoying horn sings again, and a wash of regret hits from never changing it out of the default, so he finally accepts this by getting up and sliding his feet lazily into a pair of slippers by the side of his bed before making way into the bathroom.

His hair is a mess. But it’s a mess everyday. Life has gone to the point that even brushing his teeth has become a dreadful chore. Shuffling through his bin of hair products, he finds the mousse he consistently loses and finds on repeat and then slaps a boatload of it onto his head.

This is basically a day-in-the-life of Kim Seokjin. Except it’s everyday. It’s never ending. It feels like one of those time loop movies where when he ends his day, it starts back off exactly like it did yesterday. 

To be fair, he can’t complain. He’s got a roof over his head, an apartment all to himself (that means without a roommate), plus a well-paying full time job. It’s hard to whine and cry about how his life seems to have no excitement, other than the occasional meeting with his friends, but contrarily… there’s not much to look forward to.

It’s the same mundane activities. Opening the cabinet above his kitchen counter as he usually does at this time, he grabs his favorite Cheerios. Good starts with happy hearts, as their commercials say, but Seokjin isn’t entirely sure that’s true. 

He’s a “cereal first and milk last” kind of guy. Not that he judges those who do it backwards, but he thinks if anyone does the routine in the opposite order, they might actually be backwards. It’s a condition—he makes it seem, and it’s a rather controversial topic for the guy.

Nonetheless, he enjoys his bowl of breakfast goods. He reads the news on his phone, and when the reminder on his watch dings, Seokjin rushes to put his dishes into the sink and hauls himself down the hall, in direction to his walk-in-closet that evidently is just too big for it being only himself. It’s a constant indication that he’s alone. 

By the time it’s 8:30AM, he’s dressed in his suit and tie, hair slicked back, and has a satchel slung over his shoulder in preparation of yet another day at the office.

But maybe he’d stop by that new place this morning. Change of pace. Maybe it’ll liven up his day and give him something to look forward to. Maybe he’d like it.

The place is around the corner, less than a three minute walk the moment he leaves his apartment building, and if he timed himself, it probably takes longer to leave his home and out of the building. The shop is cute; decor stickers are laid out delicately along the windows, the walls are painted a pretty blush pink, and there’s smiles on all the workers’ faces as if they enjoyed being there.

There’s a smile on your face in particular that captures his attention.

Seokjin is a relatively kind guy, or so he thinks he is. He’s never pinned over girls like those shows he’s seen on TV, but he’s had his fair share of relationships. He’s not shy, but he’s also not outgoing. He has an abundance of friends but only a few are ones he trusts. 

And the girlfriends he had were great but… no one really appreciates his generosity as much as he’d like.

He thinks he’s crazy at this moment, quite frankly, because he doesn’t believe in love at first sight. It’s this theory and idea that writers of a romance genre film and story that people whipped up together to make it seem more appealing to their audiences. But he doesn’t actually think it’s true.

Or is it?

Hair up in a messy bun, there’s a swipe of flour that coats your one cheek, and a smile that dresses your face so beautifully. You’re in a simple outfit that’s a combination of a white tee and blue jeans with the shop’s apron on top, while running around to keep up with all the orders coming through. He has hearts brimming in his pupils and he can’t seem to stop the way his chest tightens the second he lays his eyes on you. Is this what love at first sight is?

Seokjin doesn’t only regret not changing the default ringtone of his alarm this morning. He also regrets not asking for your number.

When he reaches his office, he realizes he forgets to ask for cream and sugar at the bakery. The dark, warm liquid glides down his throat with some difficulty; the bitterness layering his tongue but the memory of you sparks sweetness from within. Who were you? He doesn’t even know you and you’re on his mind like crazy.

Now, Seokjin has seen How I Met Your Mother. He’s watched the nine seasons, totaling out to two-hundred and eight episodes, so needless to say, Seokjin knows what goes on in that show. And ironically, he hates Ted. The guy is a hopeless romantic that thinks every girl he has his eyes on is ‘the one.’ Seokjin refuses to become like Ted, and he would be caught dead replicating those same actions.

Then why the fuck is he caught up on a girl he’s seen once? 

The second time Seokjin comes by the bakery, it’s a hell of a lot less busy. In fact, it’s only three people that man the storefront, rather than the six that he saw the first time he stopped by. He has his fingers crossed behind his back as he waits in the queue patiently, hoping you’d be the one taking his order this time around.

Luck must be on his side because you’re greeting him with those pearly white teeth. “Good morning, nice to see you. What can I get for you today?”

Abort, abort! He can’t talk. He swears that his heart has found its way up into his throat, and he can’t get any words to come out.

You blink. Those gorgeous long lashes brush your cheeks so deftly, and it swells his heart that’s now lodged in the path of his airways. “Sir?”

Seokjin swallows. “Oh—yeah, sorry sorry. Uh, can I get a medium hot coffee? Cream and sugar, please. Forgot to mention that last time and I almost died from the bitterness.” Was that an appropriate comment to make? Did it make you laugh? Or were you offended that he just insulted your workplace’s coffee

He cheers in success on the inside when a soft chuckle escapes from your lips. “Aw, I’m sorry to hear. I guess we should have also done our part and asked if you wanted any. Did you want to order anything else?”

Ah. Was the conversation already ending? But it’s so soon! He barely held the dialogue for a couple seconds, and since he’s got your attention, he can’t let go now. Quickly, his eyes skim the menu and the display case full of baked goods. “Uh, what do you recommend?” He asks, gesturing to the sweets. 

You wave your hand for another coworker to take the next customer’s order. Walking over to the sweets, Seokjin trails over as well, observing your expression. You’ve got your brows furrowed, deep in thought with a quirk of the side of your lips, engrossed with the plentiful of options. “Do you like tarts?”

—

Seokjin is a regular now. 

Whenever the clock strikes 7:30AM, he’s already in his work attire, hair at its best, and has checked his face in the mirror for the fiftieth time. Then, he’s on route to the corner bakery.

He wants to look good before he meets you. Handsome guy for a pretty girl. It’s only right.

The bells at the front door of the shop ring loudly the moment he enters in, and immediately his ears are filled with that beautiful laugh of yours, but you’re not alone. It’s accompanied by someone else’s, a voice that doesn’t match any of your other coworkers and his jaw clenches at the thought. Who is this male that claims to be the purpose of your giggling with a mop he calls hair on the top of his head?

“Oh!” You beam, lifting up the cup of hot coffee in hand. “Seokjin! Come here, I have a new pastry for you to try, and your daily caffeinated beverage to pair it with. Plus, I want you to meet my friend.”

His name is Taehyung. The freaking guy looks like a model, strutting into the café like it’s his runway, and when his gaze meets Seokjin’s, it makes Seokjin feel small.

Seokjin likes you, if the amount of times he comes in a week is evidence for it. He doesn’t just do that either; he often stirs up a conversation, asks how your day is going so far, and even goes out of his way to remember small details so he can bring it up next time. But he can’t help but wonder—do you have a boyfriend? Are you being kind only because Seokjin is a customer? Or are you normally this sweet as those raspberry filled pastries you set him up with? 

And those questions are only emphasized when Taehyung smiles, extends his hands and offers Seokjin a firm shake. “I’m Taehyung.”

Seokjin’s entire work day has gone to shit. All he could think about was who Taehyung was and why you were so adamant about Seokjin meeting him. 

After taking the last bite of the delicious pastry you packed for him (free of charge, too), it hits him. 

If Seokjin liked you, he should just confess his feelings, no matter what the consequences. Instead of sitting here with his shoulders slouched, eating this treat you gave him with a pout upon his lips, he shouldn’t continue waiting around and feeling sorry for himself anymore. Why would he make himself suffer like this when there’s a way to end this vicious cycle? 

Seokjin concludes that he’s going to confess tonight. 

—

What Seokjin learns about you is that you are by far not close to his ideal dream girl. 

You’re the “milk first, cereal last” gal, and he believes you’re ass backwards. You like consistency, and your favorite ringtone is the sound of those stupid horns he has for alarms in the morning. You enjoy the first few hours of your day, basking in the routine that you’ve put together yourself, including the one that had recently involved seeing Seokjin’s face. 

And although you’re not his dream girl, you’ve become it.

“I like you,” He finally confesses, a bouquet of flowers in his hands that match the decor stickers plastered on the shop's windows. “Would you… go out with me?”

Seokjin isn’t here in the mornings like he normally is, opting that since this is definitely a change of pace, he might as well go all out. Maybe this will be different. Maybe he’ll be happier.

Stunned, your mouth drops open. You’re stuttering over your own words, practically malfunctioning like a machine. “Wha—Like—what? Like… you like me as in like… a woman? More than a friend? You want to take me out?”

“Uh,” Seokjin scratches behind his ear anxiously. Was his plan backfiring? “Yes? I… like you. As in, I come here in the mornings for coffee, yeah, but I mostly came to see you. I enjoy hearing your laugh, seeing your smiles, and listening to you talk about these pastries like they’re your world and I—“ He pauses, inhaling a sharp breath, “—then you introduced me to this really good looking guy named Taehyung and I didn’t know what my chances were with you anymore, so here I am. Confessing.”

You’re silent. Truthfully, Seokjin’s not feeling good about this. His palms are sweaty, his heart is racing, and you still haven’t said a word and he’s sure that over thirty seconds have already passed by.

“What—“ You start again, quickly stopping yourself with a shake of your head. “Thank god, really.”

The front of Seokjin’s brows dip in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

You laugh, combing your fingers through your loosened locks. “I’ve been trying to tell my coworkers that I had this stupid crush on you since you first came in. You’re such a great listener, you’re handsome, and fun to talk to. They think you’re too good to be true, so they thought you wanted to be my gay best friend. Hence… the Taehyung test.”

“The Taehyung test?” Seokjin reiterates. 

Chewing on your bottom lip, your eyes are swirls of apologies. “He’s cute, right? Either you’d get jealous that a guy like him has my attention and you like me, or you like him and you’re jealous that he’s making me laugh instead of you.”

Seokjin’s shoulders drop in relief. “So… does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

You smile softly. “Of course, Jin.”

He doesn’t think those mundane activities he identified before are boring anymore. No, not with you, they’re not. He doesn’t mind watching you pour milk instead of cereal first in the mornings because he’s glad he gets to be the one who pinches your side teasingly and call you a weirdo. He doesn’t hate the sound of the horns—okay, a lie, he hates it so much, but they’re bearable when you’re around since you don’t hesitate to shut it off the minute it rings, and immediately hop out the bed, without using the snooze button. Brushing his teeth is a delight, especially when he sees your toothbrush sitting in your own designated cup on your side of the sink.

Everyday is a continuous, recurring cycle. 

But Seokjin doesn’t mind those things if it’s done with you. 

[stusbunker]

A Gentlemen’s Agreement Epilogue

A Supernatural Denny AU Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/ Benny Lafitte

Other characters: Pamela, Jesse, Caesar, Crowley, Balthazar, Meg, Jo, Lee, Lisa, Sam (mentioned), Drea OFC, Robbie and SJ OMCs, Deanna OFC

Word count: 2340

A/N: Enjoy! xoxo Stu

Brunch

    The sun was bright, but the air was crisp. The remnants of the early snowstorm had left soggy lawns and damp sidewalks. Benny pulled up to the restaurant and parked on the curb, smiling over at Dean. He waited patiently. 

    “You sure this is a good idea?” Dean squinted in the midday light.

    “Been dying to meet ya. Figured it’s only fair, I met your folks, you can meet my people too,” Benny said simply. “But I’m not gonna force ya.”

    “I just, I’m not used to being out in public. In numbers,” Dean sputtered.

    Benny raised a single eyebrow at him. “Well, I guess this is your best shot to try it out, dontcha think?”

    “What if they don’t like me? I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your friends,” Dean explained the root of the problem.

    “I like you, they will too. Just relax, be your charming self and if you don’t know what to say, you can just keep eating.” Benny put his hand on Dean’s thigh, squeezing just so.

    Dean growled out a sigh. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

    Like that could make an uncomfortable situation worth it. Benny smirked at Dean’s logic, waiting for his face to soften from grouchy to amiable. Once Dean relaxed, Benny kissed him, just long enough to keep him flustered and climbed out of the truck.

     They approached a large round table midway along the heated patio, where four people were already seated.

A raven haired woman waved them over. “My good Benjamin, did you bring a straight boy to brunch, just for me?!”

“Pammy!” Benny leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Hate to disappoint ya darlin', but ain't nothing straight about this'n."

 “Hey, now! Can’t a guy speak for himself?!” Dean snipped defensively as he sat in the spot beside Benny.

Everyone laughed. Pamela raised her eyebrow in question.

Dean licked his lips and put on the smolder, “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m taken.”

“Wait, this--- THIS is your sassy mechanic?!” Crowley leaned forward, extending his hand, his English brogue gruff and pandering. “Nice to finally meet you, handsome.”

       Dean gave Benny the side eye and all Benny could do was shrug coyly. Dean shook the man’s hand, trying not to show his discomfort from his lingering glances. Benny made the rest of the introductions, Jesse and Cesar were also a couple, but had been married for a few years. They seemed to be waiting on someone before they ordered. The group sipped their cocktails with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Mary in the center of the kitsch tablecloth.

Benny poured Dean a generous portion of the red drink and slipped seamlessly into the conversation. Dean sucked the palmeto out of an olive and listened casually, not too sure where he fit in this part of Benny’s life.

Twenty minutes later a rail of a guy swaggered in, with oversized aviators and a black linen suit. 

“Oh, thank Christ for booze,” he huffed, grabbing Dean’s glass without even acknowledging Dean was there. The blonde chugged the entire drink, before breaking for air. “I just had the worst hook up of my life, no, well, the year at least. He took me to his mother’s house. She tried to make me breakfast. I was simply mortified. I just left. What could I even do at that point, honestly?!”

Now that his audience had his attention back, the man gawked at Dean. He even pulled down his sunglasses for a better look. “Now who the fuck is this? Is it show and tell?! Because I am not prepared in the least.” 

He casually patted at his hair and eyed Dean from top to toe. Benny chuckled, but Pamela was the one to make the introduction.

“Balthazar, our regular hangover diva. Meet Dean, Benny’s boy toy,” she deadpanned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh you can’t be serious,” Balthazar lamented, looking from Pam to Benny to Crowley and finally at Dean. “Fuck you southerners and your goddamn accents--- always gets the hotter ones,” he muttered defensively as he threw himself against the armrest of the chair, crossing his legs.

“Well, now that we’re all here,” Cesar ended the dramatics concisely. “Maybe somebody should find our waitress?”

Dean looked at Benny confused. “We’re always here for a while, she doesn’t bother us until we’re actually ready to order. Tend to annoy her otherwise.”

Crowley volunteered as he needed to head to the men’s room anyhow. Five minutes later he arrived with an obviously surly waitress.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Meg’s smokey voice broke through Balthazar's latest story. She centered herself between Cesar and Crowley’s seat and cocked her hip, tongue firmly in cheek as she waited for Dean to take her bait.

“Heya, Meg,” Dean sighed. The inevitable caught up with him after all, they just had to run into someone he knew.

“Oh, this has got to be good, now, pray tell, how do you two know each other?” Crowley probed.

“Oh me and this schmuck? We go way back.” Meg smiled without teeth.

“Is that so?” Benny tested the waters.

“Not like that,” Dean grumbled. “Meg, here, took my little brother Sammy out for a few spins, back in the day. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? It was high school.” Meg let her indifference coat her entire being until curiosity sparked to life in her eyes. “So what are you doing with this crowd, or did they bring you in just to add a new level of torture to my Sunday shifts?”

“Well---.” Dean swallowed, looked at Benny for clarification and got mild amusement instead. “I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“Joy,” Meg bristled before taking their orders, knowing most of the table’s usuals before they even opened their mouths.

News

    Benny rushed into the customer entrance of the shop, the wet October air had kept the service doors closed for the past week. He leaned against the counter, decorated in local business cards and charity fliers, anxiously waiting for someone to talk to. His chest was so tight he worried he’d pass out from excitement. He just needed to see him was all, once he saw Dean it would be easier.

    Lee sauntered in from the service bay, they both had drawn the short straw it seemed.

    “Hey, mind getting Dean for me? It’s important,” Benny asked, unable to keep the burning smile from his face.

    Lee eyed him curiously but nodded and headed back the way he came. He didn’t shout, not really. “Dean-o, your boyfriend’s looking for ya.”

    Dean unfurled himself from the engine he had been tinkering with all morning and glared at Lee.

    “Husband, whatever, seems urgent,” Lee acquiesced. Dean nodded and wiped his hands off on the closest rag. Dean pulled his wedding band out from his undershirt out of habit more than anything. He couldn’t wear it on his hands at work, but he didn’t want to lose it so Benny made him a braided leather necklace once they got back from their honeymoon.

    Dean ignored formality and walked straight into the waiting room. Once he saw the look on Benny’s face he knew what was happening.

    “It’s go time?” He asked, shock and exhilaration sparking his instinct to move.

    “It’s go time, cher. Lisa called me on the way to the hospital. Sam’s driving her from the office. Her water broke about 9:30,” Benny explained, the nervousness slipping into his cadence.

    “Alright, I’m gonna clean up, you want me to drive?” Dean asked, gauging the unsteadiness in his usually stalwart husband.

    “That’s probably best, yeah,” Benny agreed. 

Dean leaned in and kissed him firmly, resting his forehead against Benny’s temple before pulling away.“Hey, we got this, alright? That kid is gonna be so spoiled having you for a daddy, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking, gonna have you wrapped around their finger before they can even crawl,” Benny teased back, inhaling with contentment.

Dean headed back to warn his coworkers that he had a baby on the way and to clean up enough to be allowed into a hospital. Jo followed Dean out into the lobby. Quickly, she hugged Benny before demanding regular updates to the group chat.

“Alright, get out of here, we’ve got you covered for the rest of the week. Let me know and I will put in paternity leave as soon as everyone’s home, okay?” Jo got all professional about things as Dean left.

“Oh, right, shit. Well, I guess I’ll let you know when you can come over and---,” Dean started before Benny pulled him by his elbow.

“We should be goin’” Benny urged. Dean looked at Jo one last time and nodded.

This was it.

   Dean held Benny’s hand the whole way to the hospital, their grip tightening every so often, grounding them both. Because Lisa was a friend and the surrogacy was looser than most circumstances, both Benny and Dean were allowed in the delivery room. They were the best cheerleaders a birth mom could have ever asked for. Seven hours later, one chubby baby girl entered the world screaming to high heaven and splitting her fathers’ hearts open for an entirely new level of love and devotion.

    Mary Andrea Lafitte-Winchester, or Drea for short, was a happy and healthy little girl. And an overprotective big sister to her twin brothers, Samuel Joel and Robert Fergus, who came along four years later.

Sunset

    They’re old men now. Dean is five years retired, while Benny works the register for their sons on the weekends. Both of their hands aren’t what they used to be. But they keep busy. Drea is bringing the kids round tomorrow, it’s the start of summer break and Dean’s been dying to teach her kids to fish.  

    Dean went grey after he turned fifty, but it hasn’t changed since, in color at least. Benny’s beard is as white as Santa Claus and he hides what little hair he has left under a cap. They’re both a little rounder, a little lower to the ground, but they got that way together and neither of them notice it on one another anyhow.

       Every year they visit Jesse and Cesar in Arizona for New Year's. Though they fly more than make the drive these days.

        They still take turns cooking the meals and the movie nights from their early days resurfaced into movie afternoons when their kids moved out. Dean can’t hear for shit anymore and, naturally, Benny makes fun of him for it. But Dean’ll put in his hearing aids if company is over.

 It’s early evening in the beginning of June and the bugs are orchestrating quite the soundtrack to their time on the porch. Dean pours his whiskey. Benny’s already sipping his sweet tea, his medications don’t let him drink much anymore. Jo’ll come by on Sunday, along with SJ and his wife and Robbie. Sam and Jess usually make it to every other dinner or so.

    “Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?” Dean teases, once a flirt always a flirt.

    “Not at all, cher. It’s a helluva view,” Benny glances at his husband, watches Dean take in the peaches and pinks kissing the slopes of the fields. They sit like that for an hour, until the dark is too thick to see through. Groaning and creaking they stand in turn. Dean keeps his hand on the small of Benny’s back as they head inside for the night, steadying them both.

    They moved their bedroom to the ground floor after Dean’s heart attack, a lot less worry about making it upstairs that way. After being married forty years, Dean still makes jokes about it being Benny’s place. But it’s always been his home. He kisses Benny goodnight, makes it a little saucy because he can. He’s the first to close his eyes.

    In the morning Benny makes waffles and tofu bacon. Dean pretends he can’t taste the difference, fooling no one. They make out while the sink fills for the dishes, too few to run the machine. Benny gets handsy first and Dean tries to squirm into the upperhand. They’re interrupted by a car pulling in the drive.

    “Busted,” Benny whispers.

    “You’re the one who wanted kids,” Dean grumbles against Benny’s neck, an old, unfounded retort.

    “Yeah, but the grandkids---,” Benny starts.

    “Were made to be spoiled,” Dean finishes and kisses Benny once more. Drea’s yelling at her kids to slow down before her dads even make it outside to greet them. Her eyes, blue as her daddy’s are tired. They don’t envy her the school aged years. Dean bends down as baby Deanna, who’s nearly four, comes crashing into his arms. He pulls her up and holds her tight, reminds him of her mama and he can’t help but get a little weepy over the passing years. 

    “It’s so good to see you, baby girl.” Benny pulls his daughter into a hug before helping with their bags. The older kids don’t come inside until it’s time to eat, climbing through the barn and splashing in the creek until they’re soaked. But Deanna sticks with her Grandpa on a simple stroll, while Pappy and Mama catch up.

    Dean still has the jacket he bought from Benny, though the pants are long gone. He’ll leave it to Robbie when the time comes, when his son finds himself a stud that’s worth settling down for. If that’s what he chooses. 

    For now, Dean lets his granddaughter pick up every rock and stick she finds and examines it to the nth degree. He explains what he can about each one. She’s very curious. He even lets her wipe her chubby little hands on his pants’ leg when she needs to. They get back to the house just in time to start dinner, but before they go inside Dean takes a mental picture of his husband on the porch, their daughter beside him and his granddaughter running past him.

   It is a helluva view after all. 

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[yandere-daydreams]

A Yandere!Dazai/Reader piece for the lovely @ramannnn​. It’s been a very Dazai-centric few days, but... I think it fits the theme well, considering how *controlling* I got to make him, here. I can only hope everyone else is having as much fun as he is, honestly. 

TW: Dub-Con, Explicit Material, Groping/Rough Sex, Gun Violence, Blood, Death, and Slight Emotional/Physical Abuse. 

Word Count: 5.2k

Dazai still wasn’t used to it, he guessed.

Relationships were a foreign concept to him, intimacy as alien as an unknown creature and affection just as strange. Hell, gestures as simple as holding hands made him flinch and pull back, even when he knew it was only you, the girlfriend who could main him about as brutally as a house-cat. It’d taken him two months to get used to cuddling, another three weeks to actually initiate a session, and he still had to think over his actions strategically while going in for a kiss, if only to keep from embarrassing himself. You were patient with him, sickeningly so, smiling and letting it go whenever he failed to reciprocate, always asking before trying something new. You didn’t have to be told that this was his first relationship, his first real relationship, and you didn’t make him say it. It was something Dazai loved about you, why he’d bothered with making himself seem vulnerable in the first place.

The feelings were new, too. You could still make his heart skip a beat by looking at him the right way, the air around you always too thin, his head in a constant state of spinning, regardless of how composed he presented himself as. It was embarrassing, at first, a lovesick spell more fitting of someone Atsushi’s age than his own, but you were great about that, too. Dazai was neglected when it came to love, simultaneously chasing after your approval and refusing to accept it, but you nursed him on small displays and gentle touches until he could stomach entire dates. He wondered if you knew you were doing it, sometimes, if you’d been conscious of the effect you had on him. Stuck on the thought, Dazai let his attention stray from the case-file in front of him, thankful he’d taken it down to Uzumaki before starting.

It would’ve been a pain to walk down from the Agency every time he thought of you, considering how often his paranoia tended to flare up. Kunikida never seemed pleased by the honest reasons behind his absence, either.

He relaxed as soon as he found you, helping a customer at the end of the cafe’s bar. It was only natural that you worked so close to him, managing to infiltrate your way into the fringes of Dazai’s life. He liked being able to find you, too, even if he was rarely in the office most days. Seeing you was like a tranquilizer to him, a narcotic, Dazai getting… twitchy whenever you weren’t around. Still, he couldn’t help but wince when he got a better look at the person you were chatting with, the conversation having gone on too long for you to only be taking his order. The jealousy was fresh every time he felt it, restored and more powerful than any time before, blunt nails soon tearing through the thin folder as he watched you close your eyes and laugh at something the man said.

You shouldn’t be doing that. He didn’t like it when you did that.

Without a hint of hesitation, he pushed himself up, not thinking as he moved towards you. Your attention from the interaction at hand didn’t waver, letting Dazai approach without notice, his arms wrapping around your waist and earning a small yelp, quickly covered up by a breathy giggle. Reflexively, you leaned into him, not looking away from the customer. You two had gone through this too many times for that.

“I’m sorry… he can be clingy sometimes,” You said, the remark equal parts an excuse and a tease. He felt you make a weak attempt to pry him off, an elbow jabbing at his rib cage, but Dazai only buried his head in the crook of your neck, letting his teeth graze over your skin as you sighed, exasperated. “Will that be all, sir? I can get you something on the house for the interruption.”

Dazai perked up just enough to stare at your customer through his bangs, narrowing his eyes just enough to get his point across. Whether or not he noticed, Dazai wasn’t sure, but the man squirmed nervously, gaze dropping to the floor as he fiddled with the lid of his cup, the disposable kind. Good. It meant the bastard wouldn’t be staying very long. “I… I should be going,” He mumbled, half-heartedly throwing a few bills on the countertop. “See you tomorrow, (Y/n).”

He didn’t speak until the man had gotten up, forgetting his drink as he headed towards the door. Even then, Dazai found a tender spot on your neck and bit down before you realized what he was doing, his teeth managing to sink in enough to leave a mark, only separating when you shoved him back. You were scowling when you turned to face him, barely suppressing a grin, trying to look hurt as you rubbed at the forming bruise. “You a real creep, you know that? I’m going to get fired one of these days, and all because you keep harassing my regulars.”

“Wonderful,” Dazai replied, pausing to peck at your lips. It was a hasty kiss, but there would be more later. He’d make sure of that. “You can be my adorable little housewife, and I’ll be the loving husband you brag about ever time you see your old coworkers. That sounds dreamy, doesn’t it?” He sighed loudly, overdramatically, closing his eyes and slumping against your chest. “Why don’t you quit now, sooner than later? We’ll get married this afternoon, I’ll invite Chuuya to the ceremony, and you’ll be a widow by the time the sun rises! It’s better not to draw these things out.”

“Oh, no, you’re not allowed to die after you trick me into marrying you. Chuuya or no Chuuya.” It was tentative, but soon enough, you were carding through his hair, feeding into his neediness. “We’re still on for tonight, right?”

Dazai pursed his lips, thinking before answering. “Tomorrow. The Agency’s trying to drain me dry, this week. Will dinner and a movie be enough to buy your forgiveness?”

You took the news with a sober nod, but he didn’t miss the heat that rose to your cheeks, the red tint you suddenly couldn’t hide. “I want… something else, too,” You admitted, the confession not needing an explanation. Your ‘purity’, for lack of a better way to put it, was something Dazai was well aware of, and it made sense. You were as innocent as they came, doe-eyed and naive, even if you tried to hide it. Just asking to be defiled, really. He couldn’t help himself, his hold on you tightening ever-so-slightly, clueing you in much too soon. “You’re a pervert.” With a huff, you crossed your arms, wedging a barrier between you and the offending aggressor, despite said aggressor’s complaints. “Don’t make me regret it, I’m doing this because I love you. I don’t want it to turn out like--”

“It won’t.” He was quick to reassure you, knowing just the right way to cup your cheek, straightening his back and meeting your eyes in a way that always made you more agreeable. This time was no exception, a shy simper returning as you melted into the support. “And you won’t regret it, either. I promise.”

There was a short silence, his words rolling over in your head. Your answer was a painstakingly slow one, but the bright, beaming smile that accompanied the wait more than worth it.

“I trust you, Dazai.”

~

Yuri. That was what the man went by. Dazai hadn’t bothered with a surname.

A warehouse worker, night-shift. He’d stop by Uzumaki before every shift for a black coffee, and he’d always ask for you, leaving without making a purchase if he couldn’t get his favorite barista. He didn’t have friends, his family lived overseas, and from what Dazai could tell, he was a coward no one would miss when he finally bit the bullet. If anything, Dazai was doing the leech a favor. He was doing you a favor.

The fewer inconveniences you had, the better.

The less competition he had, the better.

‘Yuri’ was already trembling by the time Dazai’s pistol had been drawn, the barrel forced into his mouth when he tried to scream. It hadn’t done much to muffle the sound, but the sharp click of the weapon’s safety switching off had his breath hitching, any sounds turning into high-pitched squeaks and cries when he realized exactly what kind of situation this was. Dazai wasn’t sure how he hadn’t caught on earlier. Hidden between packed-together buildings, the sky dark and the city fast asleep… not much good can come under those conditions, but luckily, ‘good’ was the last thing Dazai had in mind.

“I don’t want to kill you.” Some of the tensions in Yuri’s shoulders dissolved, a mistake quickly corrected by a tap of the front-sight against the roof of his mouth, Dazai’s finger sliding onto the trigger. “It doesn’t matter to me, whether you live or die. I’d let you go, if I had a choice. It’s less clean-up.”

Yuri tensed up, glancing at Dazai’s hand, at the grip of the Desert Eagle currently half-way down his throat. As if to ask what the catch was. 

He obliged swiftly.

“It doesn’t matter to me, but I don’t like people touching things that don’t belong to them,” He explained, not bothering to keep the venom out of his voice. “And you’ve been doing just that, haven’t you? Coming into a place you don’t belong, talking to someone who’s not yours, and acting like you have the right to step onto someone else’s territory. It’s disgusting. I should’ve ended your pathetic life months ago. You’re just lucky I’m so nice.”

In a confident, practiced movement, he brought the Desert Eagle out of Yuri’s mouth, letting the worn metal scrape against his lips, tearing at the thin skin. Before Yuri could move, the muzzle was shoved into his solar plexus, bruising the underside of his ribs. “Talk,” Dazai commanded, shoving his free hand into his coat’s pocket. “Make me believe you won’t fuck-up again.”

Opening his mouth, Yuri stuttered incoherently, swallowing and mumbling and getting on Dazai’s nerves before spitting out something intelligent. “I… I’m sorry! (Y/n) is nice, we’re friends, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend!”

“You’re friends, or you didn’t know she was taken?” Dazai paused, raising an eyebrow. “I’d keep my story straight, if I were you. Considering the stakes and all.”

“I’m sorry!” He was yelling, now, eyes shut and voice shaking. There was an attempt to grab the handgun, but Dazai was able to discharge his attempts at bravery with a sharp thrust and a sigh, the ordeal turning out to be much duller than Dazai thought it would be. “I won’t go near her, I swear! Just… just let me go, and you’ll never see me again. I won’t even think about your girl. You two can have your weird-ass romance, I won’t be a problem!”

Dazai smiled, unable to stop himself. “You’re not a negotiator, are you, Yuri?”

Yuri only shook his head, daring to open his eyes, almost relieved at the slight softness in Dazai’s tone. That might’ve been what did it. He was moving before he realized it, slamming the grip into Yuri cheek with the force of a grown man’s weight, the suddenness and the power behind the blow knocking him to the ground, Yuri hardly even tried to push himself up. He made the mistake of looking back at Dazai, of wasting those precious seconds, but their eyes never met. His silencer muffled the gunshots, muted ticks the only sound to signal the end of Yuri’s life. There wasn’t a scream, no fighting or struggling or pleading, just a labored breath and a splatter of blood on Dazai’s shoes.

Still, that didn’t stop Dazai from emptying the rest of his magazine into Yuri’s head. If only to save such a pitiful creature the pain of having to go on for another hour.

~

You didn’t think you’d ever been this nervous before.

Calming down was a fruitless effort. You’d tried to tell yourself that you were an adult, that Dazai loved you and didn’t care, but… just the thought had you buzzing. It was a palpable anxiety, something that had you walking unevenly and dropping mugs while you cleaned them and laughing when anyone said anything because everything was funny. Your coworkers took notice, but they were dissuaded with an excuse and a few comments about an ‘off-mood’, and luckily, your regulars hadn’t been around enough lately to witness your odd behavior.

They hadn’t been around at all lately, really. You made a mental note of that. You’d have to check in on them, soon, if you remembered to. It was hard not to worry, considering how many frequent visitors had disappeared so abruptly, recently.

Still, Dazai was a source of comfort. You were a timid person, closed-off despite how badly you tried not to be, but you really did love Dazai. He was persistent, consistent, and just as unused to affection as you were, albeit on the opposite side of the spectrum. That might’ve been why you trusted him so much. He was like you, in a way, but so different at the same time. Just as closed-off, but with all the confidence you lacked.

Without thinking, you let your mouth fall open, mumbling the first thing that came to mind. “Thank you.”

Dazai hummed as he glanced over his shoulder, sending you a questioning look as he unlocked the entrance to his flat. It took him a second to understand, but you didn’t have the nerve to explain yourself, letting Dazai come to his own conclusion. It must’ve been a good one, though, judging by the way he pulled you a little closer as the door fell open, kissing your temple and tugging you through the threshold. “Don’t thank me yet,” He chuckled, softly. “We’re just getting to the fun part.”

You didn’t have time to ask what he meant. As soon as you’d stepped into his apartment, his mouth was on yours, the kiss as overeager as it was underplanned. No attempt was made to ease you into it, no trace of reluctance or consideration, only his arms wrapping around your midriff and your back hitting the wall, crashing into it as he found the first available surface to pin you to. Keeping up with him was a futile effort, but you tried anyway, pushing your lips against his and nipping at the tip of his tongue playfully when he tried to deepen the gesture. You could feel it as he smirked, pulling away and focusing his kisses on your jaw, hands falling to your thighs and lifting you off the ground without a trace of effort. It was easy to forget how strong he was, but as Dazai slotted himself against you, far closer than you’d ever let anyone else get, it slipped your mind to tease him about it, too.

Instead, you let out a cracked laugh, one that turned into a small whimper as his teeth brushed against your jugular. “It… this feels kinda sudden, doesn’t it?”

“Not at all,” He said, before choosing a spot and biting. This wasn’t your first hickey, this wasn’t the first hickey he’d given you, but this was the first time Dazai’d been so violent about it, sucking viciously until a purple, bruised mark covered the area. Hot, open-mouthed kisses traveled downward, each a little more primal than the last, only pausing when he hit the unwelcoming fabric of your shirt, the annoyance eliciting something near a growl. He dropped you in a heartbeat, leaving you to wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him as he all-but tore at the offending clothing, not seeming to care what he ripped. “You wanted this, too. It’s a natural progression.”

A natural progression. That’s what it was, a natural progression.

This was the next step.

So, you didn’t complain as your shirt fell away, his coat dropping to the floor not long after. Your whimpers and yelps turned to low, muffled moans as he went on, the pain fading into a light sting. You pulled at his collar, too, beginning to undo the first button with one hand while the other remained uselessly draped over his shoulders, but if Dazai noticed your work, he didn’t see it necessary to show it. He occupied himself with pushing up your skirt, letting it pool around your hips as he groped at whatever he could reach, only growing more aggressive as you writhed against him. It was only as he slipped a finger under the edge of your panties that you spoke up.

“Bed.” Your voice cracked, the whisper coming out helplessly. “Please, Dazai.”

Again, he didn’t waste time. You were pulled wall from the wall one moment and thrown onto a plush surface the next, the terrain suddenly strange, unfamiliar. You couldn’t help but freeze-up, but Dazai wasn’t hit by the same affliction, kneeling between your legs and continuing where he’d left off. Your panties were discarded in a matter of seconds, leaving you partially dressed and unprepared when thin fingers started to run over the length of your slit, his thumb hardly making contact with your clit, testing the waters. He slid two digits in as soon as he decided your wet enough, pausing for a moment.

“You’ve touched yourself, haven’t you?” The question is punctuated by a curl, his fingertips rubbing against slick walls. The stretch made you want to whine, but you bit your lip instead, nodding as he scissored you open. You balled your fists around the sheets, closing your eyes as Dazai moved lower. “Naughty girl. You won’t be allowed to do that, anymore.”

Before you could wonder what he was doing, his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking just harshly enough to have you grinding against his face. Your thighs went stiff, then twitched, attempting to clench around Dazai’s head, but he held them open easily, his other arm too busy finger-fucking you to do much else. You almost got used to it, almost, but the moment Dazai’s fingers hit something spongy and soft, your composure was done-for. Pressure pressed down on your chest, the air choking you, but Dazai never let-up, never relaxing, not until you were clenching and squealing, slicking building up and flowing over his fingers, Dazai only slowing down to pull out.

You thought he would kiss you, or smile, or say something.

Instead, he began to undress.

You watch in anticipation as a layer fell to the floor, then another, a sensation between excitement and dread forming a tight ball in your throat. This wasn’t how you pictured it happening. This wasn’t how you wanted it to happen. It was supposed to be more… romantic, less passionate and more loving. You thought it’d feel more loving. This wasn’t how you pictured it, but you couldn’t make yourself say something.

So, you laid back and shut your eyes again. You hoped he would notice.

The kiss came too late, but you accepted it nonetheless, running your hands through his hair as his lips brushed against yours. It was conciliatory, if anything, simultaneously more apologetic than it should've been but less than it needed to be, for whatever reason. “Don’t worry,” He reassured, lining himself up with your entrance. “I’ll be gentle.”

But he wasn’t. As soon as he was inside you, all pretenses of self-control abandoned him, Dazai bucking into your wildly and forcefully. The ache was worse, eliciting something near a sob, but it was all you could do to hold onto him and let it happen. His hips rolled against yours without any regard for the way his cock couldn’t fit inside of you, determined to go deeper, faster, harder with every movement. You found yourself burying your face in his chest unconsciously, grabbing anything you could reach, just trying to find a center before Dazai ripped you away from it, again. Distantly, you could hear the bed creaking, wet sounds echoing off the walls, but his voice was close enough to overtake it all.

“Mine, mine,” He repeated, the single word turning into a mantra. The head of his cock pushes against your cervix, Dazai intent on fitting you to his shape or tearing you open in the process. “None of them can have you. You don’t belong to anyone else.”

You tried to speak, but the sound was cracked, hollow. “I don’t--”

“None of them can have you.” He pushed himself away from you, fucking into your with twice the strength and half the consideration. Still, a coil forms in the pit of your stomach, something tense and hazy taking root in your mind and refusing to leave. Something you didn’t know if you liked. “Say it. You belong to me.”

You obeyed. You weren’t sure what would happen if you didn’t. “I-I only… I only belong to you!”

Your orgasm was less earned and more torn from you, crashing down with the same delicacy of the man who’d caused it. It was suffocating, euphoric, the world going white as you forgot how to inhale, Dazai’s mouth slotting itself against yours. So enraptured in holding you, he hardly remembered to pull out, your cunt clamping down on him like a vice. Still, you felt it as cum splattered across your thighs, warm and sticky, as repulsive as it was disgustingly comforting.

Neither of you said anything, heavy pants and enduring whines monopolizing the conversation. But, after a long minute, Dazai’s attention re-focused, his eyes meeting yours and a small grin spreading across his features. His hand came up to cup your cheek and willingly, you melted into it, relaxing as he wiped the stray tears from your skin.

You only smiled back, wondering when you’d started crying.

~

“I’m just worried about you.”

You could’ve groaned at the familiar sentiment, hardly gathering the energy to glance up from the order you were punching into the register. Lucy was a new recruit, still green around the edges and not quite a skilled communicator, but you could appreciate her for what she was… most days. It was just the two of you on staff, at the moment, only a handful of customers in the cafe at such an ungodly time in the morning, leaving her with plenty of time to voice her oh-so-persistent concerns. It was sweet, honestly, a newer girl becoming so protective of her coworkers so quickly, and you couldn’t help but feel the same way, even if the age gap between you two was barely two years long. She wanted the best for you, and you for her.

So, you let her go on.

“Osamu’s not a nice guy.” Her voice was impassioned, just as genuine as the muffled curses she let out as a few drops of steamed milk spilled over the side of the cappuccino she was working on. “You should hear the stories Atsushi tells about him, they’re not… they’re not good. It’s hard to listen, sometimes. Especially when it’s so easy to tell he’s got the poor boy wrapped around his finger.”

“I’d hate to say it, but ‘they’re not good’ isn’t exactly compelling evidence,” You reasoned, biting the inside of your cheek. Your legs were still sore, your back aching, but you ignored the pain. That was normal, wasn’t it? For the first time, at least. “He’s a hard man to warm up to. It took me a while, too, but he’s really not as bad as he seems. Playful, but nice. With me, at least.”

Lucy sighed, shaking her head. “It’s the way he looks at you. I don’t like it,” She explained, a little too bluntly for the comment not to irk you. “Sometimes he’ll just sit and stare at you, and it’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking. He’s always asking the other girls which regulars you’re talking to, or for a copy of your schedule, and he gets so rude when we refuse. It’s not playful, it’s obsessive. Like he doesn’t trust you.”

You hoped she didn’t notice the way you frowned at her last comment. “He… he asks about my regulars?”

“Oh, all the time.” The words were too tired to be rehearsed. Not angry, annoyed. Like she was used to it. “A few of us slip up, occasionally, but nobody ever tells him anything. That doesn’t stop him from tryin’, though, nearly every time you’re not working. He tries to say it’s for the Agency, like half our customers aren’t detectives.”

Now, that got you to pause, your fingers slipping as you tried to focus on the task at hand. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Please let me know if he does it again.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” She mumbled, stopping to wave her free hand in some abstract, dismissive gesture. “Trust me. Or talk to him, do something. I just don’t want to see you cry over someone like him.”

It was hard not to smile, to thank her, even if you weren’t sure how you felt just yet. It would’ve been a lie to say you’d never had your doubts, but hearing someone else voice them was an entirely new experience, one you couldn’t say you were used to. You wanted to say that, you wanted to tell Lucy how much you appreciated her, you wanted to ask if there were supposed to be bruises on your hips, but as soon as the words made it to your tongue, they were swallowed back down, your mouth refusing to let them escape. It felt wrong, but staying quiet felt terrible.

You did the best you could, considering.

“You don’t have to answer, but…” You trailed off, unsure of how to phrase it. “Do the people you love ever start to scare you?”

For a second, she didn’t respond. She pursed her lips, something between surprise and concern coming across her expression, both emotions disappearing in an instant. A reply came eventually, tender and reassuring, but you had your answer the moment she failed to meet your eyes.

You needed to talk to Dazai.

~

Dumbfounded didn’t seem like the right word.

Shock would’ve been better, maybe. Dazai didn’t know how to react, flinching and laughing half-heartedly, the two acts mixing into something painful to see. He only grew more sure of your discomfort as you looked away, keeping your eyes on his walls or his rug or anything but the man who owned them, despite failing to pull away as he moved a little closer, closing the space between you. It wasn’t hard, the furniture in Dazai’s apartment as sparse as it was scattered, the loveseat no exclusion to his rule. He still hadn’t adjusted to having guests, even with all the time you’d spent together.

“Could… could you run that by me again?” He asked, the question more a whisper than a demand. “I don’t think I understand.”

“I just think it would be a good idea if we… took a break.” You were nothing short of meek, defenseless, curling into yourself as you spoke. “You haven’t been acting like yourself, lately, and everyone seems so worried about me. I don’t really think--”

“It’s those girls, isn’t it?” Dazai didn’t try to ease you into it, he couldn’t ease you into it, he was too angry to ease himself into it. That what it was, anger. Dark, ugly anger, potent enough to make him pull you closer, a hand on your knee and the other around your hips, refusing to budge when you nudged at his arm. “I knew they were against me, against us. You can’t trust anything they say, especially if it’s about me. They don’t want you to be happy--”

You cut him off abruptly, catching Dazai off-guard. Even if your actions didn’t reflect your violent tone. “They don’t want me to be with someone who can’t stand making me happy,” You retorted, digging your nails into his arm, this attempt to distance him more sincere than the last. “You don’t have to pretend you care about me, anymore, I get it. I’m some… thing, to you, that’s why you’re always checking in on me, why you’re always acting like I can’t handle myself. It’s fine, or, it was fine, I mean.” You sighed, shaking your head. Confliction wasn’t a good look for you, Dazai realized. He didn’t like that look on you. “I don’t want to do this anymore. You got my virginity, you win. I just want to go home, Dazai.”

He was silent, for a moment, as motionless as he was stiff. “You can’t do that.”

“I don’t care.” This time, you tried to get up, to pull yourself away from him, only gritting your teeth when he dragged you back down. “Let me go. I’ll call the police, if I have to.”

“And I’ll break your fingers before you can find a phone.”

You snapped around, but you didn’t have time to respond, not before you were thrown against the couch-cushions, Dazai straddling you reflexively, acting on instinct. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t lose you, not after how far you’d come, how beautifully you’d opened up for him. You fought back, weak and misguided, but Dazai only had to shift his weight onto your diaphragm to stifle your rebellion, the hands soon wrapped around your neck more of a flourish than a safety-measure. You tried to grab at his wrists, but the resistance wasn’t forceful.

Still, Dazai tightened his hold, pressing up into the bottom of your chin. If only to hear that whimper he doubted you show him willingly, anytime soon.

“I thought this might happen. Chuuya used to call me crazy for planning ahead, but this always happens.” His laugh was genuine, this time, light and airy and genuine. Dazai could feel you go still under him, your stare burning holes through his skin, but he didn’t care. What you were feeling was secondary, as long as you were directing those feelings towards him. “People get inside your head, and they turn you against me. It doesn’t matter how many parasites I get rid of, there’s always a dozen there to take their place. You know how annoying that is, don’t you?”

This time, you were the speechless one, swallowing thickly before answering. “You’re insane--”

“There’s only one thing left to do, when keeping the bugs away doesn’t seem to help.” The smile that spread across his lips must’ve been wicked, because you began to struggle once again, kicking and thrashing and fighting, but Dazai was far from caring. He bent down slowly, letting you bite at his lips, not caring when blood was drawn. The metallic taste spread across your lips as he kissed you, only making him all the more keen to remind you why you belong to him, in the first place.

“I’ll just have to keep you away from all those bad influences, won’t I?”

[lonestarbabe]

Holding Out For  a Hero

Chapter 9: Wish I Could Forget

[AO3]

T.K. makes a confession, Carlos deals with his manipulative dad.

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You were something else I will admit

I remember what you told me

I only wish I could forget

I only wish I could forget

Carlos

They’d been on the bus all day, and as much as he tried to keep track, Carlos couldn’t remember what the next location was. He’d find out when he got there. T.K. had warned him that it would happen like that; the days would stretch together, and so would the locations. Carlos hadn’t believed him. He figured there was no way that he could forget something as simple as where he was going, but when you were almost constantly on the road bouncing from location to location, the places blurred, and the highway went on without end. I never guessed the tour would feel so long or that riding across the country could be so exhausting.

Carlos wasn’t alone in that sentiment. Everyone he’d spoken to had agreed that tour was exhausting for everyone involved once the high of the excitement started to fade into a loose routine but a routine nonetheless. Their days were closely planned, leaving few moments for excursions and sightseeing. Energy shots and coffee kept them going through the long days and irregular hours. Carlos missed home, especially when sleep was elusive. He hadn’t been the best at keeping up with his friends, but tour could be lonely, so he’d call Michelle, who was equally bad at keeping in touch, or some of his buddies, or even his sister. Everyone was friendly, and it wasn’t like he had any issues with his coworkers, but they were busy. And Carlos had shrugged off invites with the crew to hang out with T.K. instead, partially because he knew that when T.K. got lonely, he spiraled. And I want to do my part to prevent that from happening.

But his commitment to spending time with T.K. wasn’t just about T.K. Mostly, Carlos spent so much time with T.K. because T.K. was a good friend. Carlos could spend hours listening to T.K. tell tales of his storied life. Carlos liked to tell stories of his own, too, and one of his favorite things was eliciting that easy, full-chested laugh from T.K., who usually employed a practiced laugh that was polished but shallow. Carlos loved the way T.K.’s face lit up when he brought T.K. colorful doughnuts. The doughnuts from the morning’s bakery stop were half-eaten, the most sprinkled ones already gone. The half-empty box made Carlos smile.

The bus was eerily quiet. No one considered bus rides passive time. As the bus plodded down the highway, everyone kept busy ordinarily, making calls and double-checking that all the arrangements were in order, but Carlos and T.K. were alone. T.K. had barely moved, let alone do any work. Carlos’ favorite bus activity was when T.K. would strum his guitar and write songs, and Carlos would pretend not to listen closely, while T.K. would hide in his bunk. T.K.’s private songwriting was more personal than the stuff he put on his albums, and T.K. trusted Carlos enough to play those intimate pieces near him.

There was no music playing in that music, not even over the expensive speakers that T.K. loved to use when the silence made him antsy. T.K. was mute, bouncing his leg and staring out at the stretch of gray sky. T.K. looked cozy in his pink cotton hoodie, but he kept tugging at it as if it were too tight or itchy.

“You look anxious,” Carlos pointed out, sitting next to T.K. on the couch. His eyebrows scrunched together as he searched T.K.’s face for signs of sickness, sadness, or homesickness, but he couldn’t recognize the meaning of that particular facial expression. His eyes were too sad to be angry, and his jaw was too clenched for him just to be sad. T.K.’s face was a combination of things that Carlos couldn’t quite decode. Someday, I’ll be able to look at his face and immediately know what he’s thinking. I’ll memorize the shapes his face makes. I’ll learn what he’s trying to express, even if he doesn’t know how to express it.

T.K. startled, eyes flitting to Carlos’. “Just thinking,” T.K. avoided Carlos’ eyes and turned his head back to the sky, which was unusual for someone who intensely made eye contact to the point that it made some people uncomfortable. Carlos never looked away. Carlos’s phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it— barely felt it— his focus on intently on T.K.

“Care to share?” Carlos prodded gently. He knew better than to pressure T.K. to talk. If T.K. spoke about his feelings, it was on his own time, but it usually took some prodding before T.K. would open up.

“I don’t know.” T.K. shifted a few inches away from Carlos, pulling his arms closer to his body and looking like a figurine of the larger-than-life presence the world knew.

“What’s wrong?” Carlos tried once more, and if T.K. didn’t give him anything after that, he wouldn’t push anymore.

“You,” T.K. admitted, biting his lip.

“Me?” Carlos’ eyes widened. “Did I do something?” He searched his mind for something he might’ve done that would’ve offended T.K., but things had been easy between them lately. T.K. had been going out less, and he seemed to be doing better, which took some of the stress away that filled Carlos’ voice with tension.

“You’re perfect.” T.K. shook his head. “No, you haven’t done anything bad.” Then, what did I do? “It’s what I did.”

“What did you do? T.K., I’m a little lost here.”

“You’re going to be mad.” Carlos wanted to shake T.K. and tell T.K. to spit it out already, but he chose to be patient.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Not yet,” T.K. hedged.

Carlos leaned closer to T.K., palms getting sweaty. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. We’re friends.”

T.K scratched his neck. “Yeah, friends.” Why did he say it like that?

“Well, we are, aren’t we?” Carlos didn’t even want to imagine how he would feel if the answer was no.

“I hope so, but there are things about me that you don’t know.” T.K. took a breath. “And you might rethink things when you know.” T.K. was an expert at prolonging conversations to avoid giving answers.

“You don’t know everything about me either, and that’s fine.” Carlos had a whole history that he’d barely mentioned to T.K., and he didn’t plan on bringing it up because what was the point of bringing up the past when it was long gone. But if he asked, I’d tell him. “It’s okay if there are things you don’t want to tell me.” But I want to know everything.

“Carlos, there’s something I need to tell you,” he heard T.K. say, voice too soft. I know, T.K., so tell me.

Carlos’ heart stiffened. “T.K., you’re stalling.” Carlos nervously chuckled when T.K. didn’t respond right away. “The anticipation will probably be worse than the confession,” Carlos assured, and he was trying to convince himself as much as he was T.K.

T.K.

T.K.’s heart pounded in his chest, and he was more nervous telling Carlos the truth than he had ever been before a show. It was easy to perform in front of thousands of people he didn’t know. It was harder to come clean to someone he didn’t want to disappoint. The tone of Carlos’ voice made it even harder. He sounded so concerned, even though T.K. had never given him a reason to care that deeply.

“I messed up,” T.K. admitted, and the words reminded him of all the times he’d had to say that. He remembered times he had drank too much or taken too many pills and called Marjan thinking that he was dying. Every time he called, those events were impressed into her voice as she asked, “Are you okay?” right away instead of saying hello. Or when he’d walked two miles to Judd’s house, disoriented and shivering because he’d dramatically jumped into a pool after a fight with Alex. He’d been too mad to wait for a ride and too high to drive himself. Judd had made a threat against Alex before ushering T.K. inside and warming him up. He constantly let people down, and it wasn’t like Carlos didn’t know he was an addict, but it wasn’t something he liked to bring up, and he certainly wasn’t going to use the words for what he was.

“Are you okay?” Not, “What did you do this time?” or “Here we go again.” Carlos’ brown eyes were soft and caring. The words were those of a friend, not just someone paid to make sure T.K. didn’t fuck up any more than expected. He looked everyone with those cow eyes, but T.K. liked to think there was extra softness when Carlos looked at him. Maybe it was because T.K. was pathetic more than because Carlos actually liked him as a person.

“Don’t be so nice,” T.K. pleaded. He couldn’t stand Carlos being so friendly to him when he deserved misery that Carlos would never give him.

Carlos’ face fell. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not okay as I’ve been making out,” which wasn’t much of a mystery for the people around T.K.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Carlos said dryly. “But recovery takes time. It’s okay to struggle sometimes.”

T.K. wanted to cry at the hope in Carlos’ eyes. He really thinks I’m getting better. He’s convinced that I want to change, but I don’t want to participate in my change. I want to sleep through getting better and wake up feeling sane. “You know how I talked a lot about my therapist?” He’d gone out of his way more times than he’d admit to mentioning his therapist so that Carlos would think it was for real. I can’t be trusted.

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, she seems nice.”

“I was just saying all that stuff to make you feel better. It’s not true.” There, he’d said it. He waited for the screaming that would follow, the “Why are you ruining your life?” in that same voice his mom always used when she realized having a kid was more than an eighteen-year commitment.

Confusion spread on Carlos’ face. “She isn’t nice?”

“No, she is nice. Well, I don’t know. I ditched my appointments.” He was quick to add. “I’m seeing another one now, but that’s a new thing..”

“Why did you make up all those stories? You could have told me the truth,” Carlos sounded devastated.

“You can yell at me,” T.K. told him. Yelling would have made T.K. feel better. He would have deserved it, a suitable penance for the sins he had committed, but Carlos wasn’t going to give him absolution in the way he wanted it.

“I’m not going to do that.”

“You should. I won’t listen if you don’t make me feel like the scum of the earth.” I might not even listen then, but I might feel better.

“Don’t be stupid,” Carlos snapped. He immediately looked apologetic “Sorry.” T.K. wanted him to go back to snappish comments. He didn’t want the normal, constrained Carlos who could keep his temper in check. He wanted a verbal lashing to get the anger out of the way and start working towards forgiveness. “Yelling won’t change the situation,” Carlos explained. “I’m not going to yell at you.”

“I’d feel better if you yelled at me than whatever approach you’re taking now.”

“I’d feel worse if I yelled, so just drop it.”

“I’m telling you that you can. It wouldn’t be immoral or anything if I’m asking you to do it.”

“No,” Carlos said, sounding disgusted at the idea. “I don’t want to be a part of your self-destructive spiral!”

“I’m not on a self-destructive spiral.” I’m not, T.K. tried to convince himself, but there was something about destroying himself that felt so right. The feeling of getting wasted wasn’t just about the high. He liked the fall too, the deterioration of self. Because destruction eases the bitterness, but I don’t want to hurt anyone other than me. The only problem was that his self-destruction didn’t just impact him. The people in his life, the ones he hadn’t pushed away or kept at a distance, hurt as he shoved himself closer to oblivion. Sometimes, he wanted to feel alive, while other times, he wanted to feel dead. The jury’s out on which I want to be. Who didn’t fantasize about the demise of the person they hated the most? It’s nice to let go, shirk responsibility, and leave my future up to fate.

“You might recognize it if you went to see a therapist,” Carlos said as a plea more than a scolding. The hurt T.K. caused had already spread to Carlos, and the thought made him hate himself more.

“I’m seeing one now.” T.K. quipped, We haven’t gotten to a self-destructive spiral yet.” It had only been one virtual session, but he’d scheduled another.

“I’m glad to hear that, T.K., but you still lied to me.”

“You seemed so happy when I told you I’d go to therapy. I didn’t want to ruin that.” The illusion of a functional T.K. Strand has always been the side of him that T.K. wanted Carlos to see because the real T.K. Strand is embarrassing, messy, and pathetic.

“I’d rather you be honest with me. You don’t need to spare my feelings. It’s hard for me to protect you when I don’t even know what’s going on with you.” T.K. didn’t even know what was going on with himself. And maybe that was why everyone was so insistent that he go to a professional. Professionals were supposed to help you sort all that out. But what if I’m beyond help?

Carlos

Carlos wanted to yell; he wouldn’t deny that anger was brimming in his chest, making him crazy with fear and anxiety. That’s all the anger was—the fear and anxiety that T.K. wasn’t okay— that I can’t protect him. Carlos had caught T.K. falling back into old habits occasionally— drugs, drinking, sex with dangerous-looking guys— but he’d thought T.K. had been doing better. They’d been spending a lot of time together, and T.K. had seemed, for the most part, okay. Carlos painfully wondered what other lies T.K. had told. Had the past few weeks been worse than he knew?

“I’m sorry, Carlos,” T.K. said. “I shouldn’t have lied to you.” No shit, Carlos thought. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do about it. I can’t watch him fall apart and do nothing. He’s not doing well, but there’s nothing I can do to make him alright again. He has to do that himself.

Carlos took a breath, resisting the urge to snap again, but he was embarrassed at his earlier outburst. He hated that he lost control like that. “I shouldn’t have gotten so upset before. It’s your business how you handle your mental health,” Carlos said, fabricating the cool composure he needed for his own sanity. His voice was a cold front plowing through the tour bus. He wasn’t going to blow up and make a scene, but he wanted to. He wanted to respond with red hot fire. He wanted to ask T.K. why he had been so foolish and to tell him to get his shit together, but those words were his fear, and such words would only make T.K. defensive. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“I know, but you’re my friend.” Is this how friends treat each other? Carlos had never been the best at having balanced friendships, so he wasn’t sure.

“Why didn’t you go to see the therapist?” Why didn’t he at least give it a real try?

“I thought I didn’t need it. I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to need it. Or I didn’t want to commit.” T.K. sighed. “I have a lot of shit I need to confront, and I feel like I’m trying to find a few prized possessions in a crumbing house that I’ve filled with trash. And to get anywhere, I’ve got to clear the trash away piece by piece.”

“But you’re ready to try?” He wondered if T.K. had decided to go on his own or if Judd, Marjan, or one of his other friends had pushed him into it. “You chose to get help?”

“I did, but I’m not making any promises.”

Defeat tugged in Carlos’ chest. “You’re already leaving room to back out the minute things get too hard.” T.K. was already laying the groundwork for future excuses of why therapy didn’t work out, which made Carlos curious about how committed T.K. was to get better.

“It’s not like that. But I know myself. I can’t change. I’ll always ruin everything. I screwed up because that’s what I do, and the sooner you get used to that, the better because if you have expectations of me, you’re only going to be disappointed.”

“Don’t say shit like that,” Carlos said, excess irritation creeping into his voice. There went his resolve to act detached. No matter how hard he tried to keep a level head, he was a passionate person. He cared about things, and apathy didn’t suit him. His passion got him in trouble. It got him ousted from the police force when he’d cared more about helping Michelle find her sister than his job, but it was part of him. He fell too fast, and he put too much of himself into anything he did. No matter how much passion carried him away, Carlos wasn’t going to yell. His voice would be impassioned, but he wouldn’t let his rage fully control him. I don’t want to be like my father.

“Like what? All of it is true. I’m always making a mess of my life.”

“Don’t act like you’re bound to screw up and try to push me away because you’re scared of letting anyone get too close. You don’t have to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. You get to make choices, and you can choose to put the work in to get better.”

“I’m trying to warn you.”

“I’m not expecting you to be perfect. I know you might have ups and downs, so don’t find a way out of this before you’ve even started.” I just want you to try. I can deal with anything as long as you try.

“You’re not listening,” T.K. sounded frustrated. “I’m trying to protect. I like you, and you don’t deserve this shitstorm.”

“Bullshit. You’re scared. This isn’t about keeping me safe. I’m a grown man, T.K., and I’ve had people disappoint me before. Many hurt me more than you ever could. Don’t turn this on me because I’m right here standing by your side. If you don’t want to be my friend, walk away, but don’t keep baiting me into doing.”

“That’s not what I want.” Then, why do you keep doing it?

“What do you want?”

“I want to be a person you can like, but the truth is I’m not even a person I can like.” Carlos’ stomach knotted. He wanted to pull T.K. into a hug and confess how much T.K. meant to him, but he resisted the selfish urge. He didn’t want to send the wrong signals (but he also knew if T.K. asked him for a hug, he wouldn’t be able to say no).

Before he could dispute T.K.’s words, Carlos’ phone started buzzing again, the noise sending fresh anger through him. His annoyance only increased when he saw that it was the same unknown number that had been calling him for a week. “Damn it, leave me alone,” he spat to the unanswered phone and tossed it to the couch. It bounced, and Carlos held his breath, but he was relieved when it didn’t fall to the floor.

T.K.

Well, that was weird. Seeing Carlos’ outburst had in some respects been a relief to T.K., but it also sent a shiver down T.K.’s spine because when Carlos gave such a reaction, you knew the situation had to be dreadful. “We’re a pair of perfectly okay people,” T.K. deadpanned.

“They’ve been calling me all day,” Carlos said apologetically. “I’m just frustrated.” He was back to being the constrained Carlos who acted as if problems rolled right off of him. “I’m not mad at you.” He’s always so quick to reassure me.

“I know, man. Telemarketers suck.” T.K. laughed. “They’re more persistent than my stans.”

The comment broke Carlos’ stoic expression, and a slight grin snuck onto his face. “I know that’s not true.”

“That one girl snuck into a trash can.” She was sweet, a little crazy, but hell, so am I!

“I think it was empty.”

“Still, a trashcan,” Carlos razzed. “Those kinds of things are a nightmare for security professionals.”

“She got her autograph, at least.”

“And I got gray hairs and an ulcer. When she popped out, I nearly lost it on her. She’s lucky you stepped in. I would have escorted her swiftly away without ever seeing you, and then I would have put her on the blacklist.”

“You’re overprotective. She wasn’t going to hurt me.” T.K. knew his fans didn’t want to hurt him, so he didn’t worry too much about his safety. Surely, there were people he didn’t like who he should worry about, but he had better things to do than fret over what other people might do. Carlos fretted enough for both of them.

“I’m as protective as I should be.” And I find “protective as I should be” very endearing.

“You know, Carlos. It’s okay to show how you feel sometimes. You don’t always have to act like things don’t bother you. It’s okay to be un-levelheaded. Ignoring emotions doesn’t make them go away. I should know.”

“It’s my job to be levelheaded.”

“You’re very good at it, but that’s not your job, Carlos. It’s your job to protect my body. You focus on saving that.” And I’d keep you around even if you didn’t do that. “As long as you don’t have to put your own in danger.”

“I would without thinking twice,” and T.K. felt his chest tighten at the thought. It’s not right to put him in danger for my safety. Crowd control is one thing, but any actual danger is off the table.

“Stay safe. I can’t lose you.”

“It’s unlikely it will come to that,” and the words that are implied but go unsaid are, “But if it comes to that, I know what I’ll choose.” The thought made T.K. sick.

“I can save myself,” T.K. asserted.

“Start by saving your mind.”

“We’ll see about that,” T.K. said before leaving to find his guitar. He needed some music therapy after that chat. I hope my stupid songs won’t drive Carlos crazy.

Carlos

It was late when Carlos’ phone rang again, the same unknown number on the screen. T.K. had gone to bed; he must’ve been tired to go so early. The number was an Austin area code, so on the off chance that it was someone he knew, he answered.

“What do you want?” expecting to hear a scam caller.

“Hey, Carlito,” a familiar voice crooned, sounding smooth and smug. Carlos nearly hung up. “Nice to talk to you too.”

“Dad? How did you get this number?” Son of a bitch has probably gotten himself arrested again and needs bail, or he’s gambled away his grocery money. Maybe he has a friend whose been accused of some terrible deed he didn’t do. Maybe a con went wrong, and he’s trying not to get beat up.

“Your sister.” Damn it, Carlos thought. This is the last thing I need.

“I told her that I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“Don’t be like that. I’m your old man.”

“Why did you call?” Carlos persisted. The sooner he knew what his dad wanted, the sooner he could tell him no and hang up. I’m too curious to hang up just yet, and it’s been so long since I’ve heard his voice. It sounds just like it did half a decade ago.

“How’s Taylor?” He hasn’t gotten better at small talk, has he?

“Didn’t you hear we broke up?” Carlos said acerbically.

“How’d that happen?” Carlos could practically hear his dad smiling at the news, probably happy that Carlos’ life had taken a turn towards the awful. Still, while the breakup had been complicated and heartbreaking, Carlos was more satisfied without Taylor in his life. Taylor leaving him had been a relief, even if there were some feelings of sadness and loss.

“Long story short, I got fired, he dumped me, and he blew up the police chief’s car after a bender. So, things didn’t work out, which you would know if you didn’t think the whole world revolved around you.” Carlos waited for a beat. “Now you know the whole sordid saga. What about you? Have you been arrested lately?”

“You’re awfully bitter for being so young.” No shit. You made my childhood a shitshow, and I always had to be there to help you out of your messes while you wouldn’t lift a finger to help me out of mine.

“Cut the, ‘How are you, son?’ talk. Why’d you call?”

“You always expect the worst in me, but I’m not the bad guy.”

Carlos wasn’t afraid of his father anymore, not more than the shadow of fear that sometimes crept up on him with memory. There was part of him that still wanted to cower and try to please his dad so he could get his father’s love, but he had to stay strong and remember that Gabriel Reyes was never going to give him what he wanted. He wasn't going to go back down that spiral. “Who is the villain, Dad. You’re the one who belittled me for years and manipulated me into doing what you wanted.” He kept his voice hushed to avoid disturbing T.K., but he knew that his dad could hear the venom in his voice.

“You haven’t heard what I wanted, but you’re dredging up all the ways I ruined your life.” His dad used his conman voice, the one he always used when he was desperately striving for Carlos’ loyalty. “You forget all the things that I did for you, like making sure food was on the table, and a roof was over your head.” The classic guilt trip had once made Carlos feel guilt and shame, but he knew what manipulation looked like, and he’d worked through all that in his therapy sessions.

“You know what? I’m not listening to this. You’re not going to mess with my head and convince me that I’m somehow in the wrong. Goodbye, Dad. Don’t call again,” Carlos said before hanging up the phone. He didn’t need to listen to his father’s manipulative response to know what he would’ve said. He’d heard it a million times.

Carlos laid back on the couch, staring at the bus ceiling, defeated. He wiped his eyes before the tears could fall, and he remembered how his dad always used to say he was too sensitive to make it in the real world and that he needed to toughen up. Maybe he was sensitive, but at least he wasn’t an insensitive asshole who no one genuinely loved.

He put a hand over his head and tried to tune out the overwhelming feelings. Why does he keep making me feel this way? There’s a reason I kept him out of my life, and it needs to stay that way. I need to talk to Lola and talk to her about giving him my number. That shouldn’t have happened. If he keeps bothering me, I might have to change my number. Before he could contemplate further, a weight settled at the end of the couch by Carlos’ feet. “Are you okay?” T.K. asked.

“Sorry I woke you,” Carlos said, not lifting his head to look at T.K. I’m such a loser.

“I can’t sleep, anyway.”

“How much did you hear?” No matter how quiet Carlos had tried to be, they were still on a bus, and the sound carried through the curtains splitting the sections.

Carlos lifted his head enough to see T.K. shrug. “Not much. I had my noise-canceling headphones on, but you sounded upset, so I thought you might want company.” I love this man, the thought flashed through Carlos’ mind before he could be consciously aware of it.

“They aren’t very good at noise-canceling, are they?” Carlos tried to joke, but his voice was flat, and T.K.’s eyes darkened. I can’t even pretend that I’m halfway okay.

“I guess not,” T.K. said evenly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

The conversation felt oddly reminiscent of the one he’d had earlier with T.K. “My dad called.”

“You don’t get along, right?” T.K.’s words were cautious.

“That’s an understatement. We don’t talk. I wouldn’t have answered if I knew it was him.”Carlos knew dad-talk was hard for T.K., so he proceeded carefully. “Not all dads are heroes. Mine is the opposite of a hero.”

“What is yours?”

“A nasty bastard, a cheat, and a con artist.” And that’s to put it nicely. “He’s a slimy coward who will use anyone he meets for his own selfish purposes.”

“I hate him already.” T.K.’s face grew dark. “Did he hurt you?” T.K. rolled his lip inward. “You don’t have to answer.”

“It’s okay. He never hit me or anything.” But he messed with my head, and he made me think that I could never be good enough. He made my relationship with my sister tense because she can’t understand why I can’t talk to him. She’s still falling for his dastardly tricks. Those tricks are probably how he got my number.

“I didn’t ask if he hit you.”

“He hurts everyone who gets close, so I don’t take it personally.”

“Hurt is always personal,” T.K. said, the pain on Carlos’ face all he needed to know. “I’m sorry.”

“My dad said never apologize for bastards. It’s the only thing he got right.”

“What did he want?”

“Nothing good. I hung up before he could say too much.”

“That’s probably for the best.”

“I think so.” Carlos shrugged. “I don’t think knowing what he wanted would have made me feel better.”

“You mentioned once that you missed him sometimes. Are you missing him now?”

“You remember that?” Carlos looked surprised. “No, I’m not missing him. I’m missing a version of him that only ever existed in my wishes.”

“I get it. The things I miss most about my dad are the things we’ll never get to have—imagined wedding days and playing with my kids. Things like that.”

“Yeah, I used to want him to change so badly. I wanted a normal dad. I thought that if I could be everything he wanted in a son, that somehow that would be enough. But it never was. He only cared about how much  I could do for him. He still only calls me when he needs a favor.”

“Did he say what he needed?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t get that far. Probably money. Or he wants me to call in a favor.”

“That sucks.”

“I’m used to it. It’s been years since we’ve talked, so I don’t have to deal with him normally.”

“He’s probably dying,” T.K. said with a sympathetic voice. Carlos hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps, he was dying. He probably wants me to give him an organ. But what if he really was dying? Would Carlos have wanted to talk to him then?

The thought sent a traitorous blast of sadness through Carlos. “I don’t think so. He would have started with that and would have gone straight into the guilt trip.”

“Why else would he call after so long? I’m not saying to make amends with that asshole or anything, but it’s something to consider.”

“I don’t care if he’s dying.”

“Maybe you don’t want to care,” T.K. pointed out. “But you wouldn’t have that look on your face if you really didn’t.”

Carlos had been caught, and he didn’t have the energy to keep denying the truth. “Good bullshit meter.” Carlos yawned. The call left him confused and depleted.

T.K.

T.K.’s bullshit meter was finicky at best, but Carlos was easy to read. “Not really. I just know you, Carlos. You’ve got the world’s biggest heart.” I should know. He’s found a way to like me.

“I don’t know about that.”

T.K. imagined kissing Carlos’ chest to impress the answer right where it mattered, but he settled for mere words because anything more could only live in frivolous daydreams.“I do.” Carlos looked so forlorn that T.K. couldn’t resist something more physical. Kisses were out, but friends could comfort each other without it being weird. “Let me help.”

“Help?” T.K. nodded and pulled his body up the couch so that he could squeeze himself closer to Carlos. “What are you doing?” Carlos asked with a bemused expression, but he scooted his body over to make more room for T.K. to fit in the sliver of space next to Carlos.

“Reminding that you aren’t alone.” An insecure pang struck T.K.  Maybe he was going about this wrong. “This isn’t weird, is it?”

Carlos inhaled. He thought for a few beats and then shook his head. “It’s nice.”

“Sometimes, you just need to be close to someone, you know?” T.K. reassured. “It doesn’t have to be anything more than a friend giving another friend comfort.”

“You’re practically on top of me,” Carlos laughed.

“I can move,” T.K. said, voice sinking. Am I making a fool of himself? Can he tell that I think about him in ways I shouldn’t? Does he see that I more than like him? T.K. felt like a little boy with a schoolyard crush. It would never amount to anything, but the mere thought delighted him. Maybe I just like that he’s good to me. Is someone nice to me all it takes for me to fall in love? Am I that pathetic? But he knew it was more than that. Something about Carlos made him feel more secure than he ever had, and it wasn’t related to Carlos being his bodyguard.

As he shifted to get up, Carlos grabbed his arm and turned onto his side, pulling T.K.’s back against his chest. T.K. memorized the exuberant feeling of being so close to Carlos because he didn’t know when it would end. “Don’t. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone to hold.”

“You can’t tell me that the whole crew isn’t all over you.” T.K. said with a grin. “That cute smile and those cow eyes.”

“Cow eyes?” Carlos asked, indignant, and T.K.’s chest bloomed with warmth.

“They’re adorable.” T.K. was weak to those eyes, as anyone would rightfully be.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Don’t ruin the moment, my little teddy bear,” Carlos teased.

“Carlos!” T.K. blushed.

“Now you know how it feels.”

“I was complimenting you.” Carlos made T.K. feel safe, and T.K. wanted to make Carlos feel safe too.

A moment passed, a snug, easy moment. “Thank you, T.K.,” Carlos said so sincerely that T.K. thought he might melt. He turned over so that he was facing Carlos; their bodies were pressed close, and together they were warm and strong. He held eye contact, testing if he could make Carlos look away with his intensity, but Carlos didn’t look away.

“Thanks for what? Comparing you to a cow?”

Carlos laughed, shaking his head. “For being here.”

“We’re on a bus. There aren’t many places I can go. Besides, you’re literally here for me all the time.”

“It’s my job,” Carlos brushed the comment off, as he often did when T.K. became too praising of Carlos’ efforts.

“You made a list of the best bakeries in the country and make the bus driver when we pass one so you can get me doughnuts.”

“He doesn’t mind. I feed him doughnuts for his troubles.” Carlos shrugged. “I like doughnuts too.” Carlos yawned again.

“But you get them for me.”

“Friends give friends doughnuts.”

“Yeah,” Carlos said drowsily. T.K. said nothing until he felt Carlos’ breaths evening.

“I love doughnuts,” T.K. whispered to check if Carlos was sleeping. “I love you,” T.K. said, his heart fluttering with the admission. He laughed to himself. Even as Carlos let out soft snores, chest rising and falling evenly with the rhythm of sleep, the words were hard to say, but he meant each one of them.

[forever-rogue]

Disappear Here - 1/4

A/N: So, I’ve decided to turn this into a little series because I have no sense of brevity, and why not? So here’s part 1, which I hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is welcome! xx

Based on this blurb

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: language

MASTERLIST

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

ALTERNATIVE ENDING

SEQUEL

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One Year Ago

You felt your eyes growing heavy as you tried  to follow along to the late night rerun of a telenovela that was currently playing on one of the local channels. It was the only thing that was illuminating the small living room, everything else was bathed in darkness, much like your heart at the moment. You’d been sitting there for some time, ever since you’d gotten home from the embassy, in a vain attempt to keep your mind occupied. If you tried to focus all your energy into trying to keep up with the rapid Spanish, maybe no dark thoughts would impede the light buzz that was flowing through your veins . 

The empty wine bottle on the coffee table was supposed to help aid in your plan to chase away all the negative thoughts there were creeping in at the idea of Javier still being gone. He was supposed to be back today, supposed to be back in the office along with Steve, but neither of them had returned. It had been nothing but radio silence from their end.

Instead, you’d spent the day performing all sorts of menial tasks around the office, waiting for either of your partners to bursting in through the door and announcing their triumphant return. 

But it never came. 

Instead you were only met with silence, the only sounds that met your ears were those of people passing by in the hallway and someone occasionally popping their head in to say hello. Your face lit up every time, thinking maybe you’d get a glimpse of Peña’s smirk or Murphy’s soft smile; instead it was just another coworker whose name you didn’t know, or care to know. 

By midday, you’d gotten the entire shared office space clean and organized, going so far as to even clean the dingy windows, and caught up on paperwork that you’d been avoiding for weeks. 

But even after all that, you still had time to spare.

When you couldn’t take the deafening silence any longer, you stormed out of the much too quiet office and stormed into Ambassador’s Noonan’s office, not even bothering to knock, only throwing the door open as you walked to the front of her desk. She barely lifted her eyes from the papers splayed across her desk as you stood in front her, your arms crossed definitely over your chest. 

“Agent L/N,” it was almost mocking, cold, and you could see she really wasn’t too keen on listening to any problem that you were about to present her with. There were days when you hated her, wishing you could jump over the desk dividing you and wringing sense into her; other days you were glad that she was around, knowing that no matter how harsh and stern she was, she had your backs...more or less.

“Murphy and Peña aren’t back yet,” you didn’t bother to waste time with formalities, deciding to lay the facts on her instead, “they were supposed to be back in the office today. I haven’t seen hide nor hair of them.”

“I’m well aware that they were supposed to be back,” she flicked her eyes up to meet yours for a moment before turning back to her papers, “and just what is the issue?”

“They’re missing!”

“No one is considered missing for at least forty-eight hours,” she explained as you openly groaned. You knew that. But they weren’t just any sort of civilians, they were DEA agents, and more importantly, your partners, your friends, “and they technically still have several hours left in the work day to return before the clock starts ticking.”

“You don’t understand -”

“No, you don’t understand, L/N,” she barked and slammed the papers down on her desk, causing you to jump back in surprise, “this is how things work sometimes. This is a dangerous field, there are risks involved and sometimes you just have to accept that. You have to be all in to do this job, and I expect that even a rookie such as yourself understands that.”

“I-...”

“I get you want to do the right thing and you’re concerned with the welfare of your partners, but you have to learn to get over these types of things,” you were rendered speechless, taking a step back at her harsh words. You knew this was a dangerous job, that going after Escobar was an almost certain deathwish, but you had still agreed to do it, and you still wanted to hold onto some sense of humanity, not just be a cold shell that went through the motions every day. Maybe that was the rookie part of you after all, “perhaps you’d do well to remember that Murphy and Peña are just your partners. Especially Peña; I am not immune to the rumors and follies that float around in this office. And if you can’t remember that, maybe you’d best start looking for another job.”

“With all due respect, Ambassador-”

“This conversation is over,” she didn’t bother to spare a final glance before gathering her papers back together, “come back and see me in a few days if they still aren’t back, and then we’ll take the next steps. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” you struggled to hold back your tears, feeling them prick at the back of your eyes as you rushed out of her office. You knew she was right, at least to a certain extent, but it didn’t make your current predicament any easier. 

At this point you were sure that you couldn’t handle staying in the office any longer, so you grabbed your stuff and headed home, stopping by a corner market to pick up cheap wine to keep you company for the evening. It was better than being stuck all alone with only your thoughts after all; having flashes of Pena and Murphy somehow getting killed was starting to drive you crazy. 

But despite your best efforts, nothing held your attention for long, which was precisely why you had resorted to watching programs in Spanish, trying your best to follow along with what they were saying. Spanish wasn’t your strong suit, you’d grasped the basics and then some, all the slang and curses of course (the latter part mostly thanks to Javier), and could hold a conversation well enough, but it was nothing compared to Javier’s natural fluency. Even if you looked like you might somehow actually belong in Columbia, your accent and lack of comprehension gave you away every time, as you stared at the person with your big wide doe eyes (that little comment was courtesy of Murphy). Javier enjoyed teasing you about it every time. You didn’t mind.

You sighed to yourself as you realized that you might never see him again. Your last interaction with him had hardly been a proper goodbye

“I can’t believe you told that witch to keep me away from this,” you glared at Javier as he started to gather supplies, Murphy closely following behind him. When he didn’t respond, you just shoved his chest, which quickly got his attention. He easily captured your wrists in his large hands and gave you a stern look, “you’re an asshole, Javi. Even Carrillo thinks I can handle myself just find out in the field.”

“I don’t give a shit what Carrillo thinks,” his voice was low, signaling the end of conversation as he released you from his strong grip. You looked over at Murphy, who was busy intently pretending not to be listening to your exchange. He was going to be of no help to you.

“Well I do,” you were just trying to get a rouse out of him; if he wasn’t going to let you come, you might as well annoy him, “Carrillo is a better everything than you could ever wish to be.”

“You think so, huh?” you’d gotten under skin, you could immediately tell by the way the muscles in his shoulders tensed, and the almost growl he adopted. You put your hands on your hips, eyebrow raised as you just nodded at him, “listen here, kid. This is dangerous. You think you know what to expect out there, you think you know what’s it like out there? You haven’t even seen a dead body, have you? You really think you could go out there and handle that?”

“This is my job-”

“You’re still green,” he insisted, “and this is not the time or place for you to suddenly decide to be the hero. I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me,” you insisted, the way his voice had softened with his last words not lost on you, “I can handle myself.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” he sighed heavily as he exchanged a look with Murphy, “you’re staying here and that is final. And if I hear even the slightest hint of you trying to weasel your way in from anyone else, I’ll have your ass on the first flight back to the States.”

“I’m insufferable?” you threw up your hands in exasperation at him. He was so thick skulled and stubborn sometimes, it drove you up the wall, “what about you, old man? Scared of what will happen if I get there and make you look bad?”

“I have it had it up to here-”

“Will the two of you just shut up already?” Murphy had finally had enough of the two bickering back and forth. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence by any means, no, the two of you were constantly up in arms. Sometimes it was over the who made the better shitty office coffee, his incessant chain smoking, your habit of wearing high heels, his use of informants. Everything. But the two of you were starting to get on his last nerve, which said enough considering that Murphy was a patient man.

“Steve-”

“Just stop arguing and fuck already,” he said and you immediately felt all the blood in your body flow to your face, sure you were just as flushed as you as deep red tomato. You didn’t dare look at Javier for fear of the expression on his face, “or do whatever you need to in order to stop getting at each other’s throats all the time. You’re worse than children.”

“Well, you’re both the worst,” it was the only thing retort you could come with after his little outburst. You kept your back turned to Javier as you stormed out of the storage locks without another word, “have fun or whatever. Don’t get shot, I guess.”

You cringed slightly at the memory, wishing it had gone slightly smoother than that. You seriously hoped that wasn’t the last interaction you’d have with either of them, especially Javier. You didn’t know what you would do if that was the last time you’d gotten to see him. 

But you pushed the memories to the back of your mind as you  felt the sweet lull of slumber finally start to win over, a loud, booming knock came at your door causing you to jump and almost fall off of the couch. You sighed heavily before collecting yourself and pausing to glance at the clock on the wall. It was nearing two in the morning - no one in their right mind should have been at your door. Your first thought was that it was someone coming after you, someone that had decided they had a vendetta against you, coming to make you pay for your sins. 

Instinctively, you moved to the kitchen and grabbed your gun, holding it in front of you as you headed towards the door, alarmed by another loud knock. Putting your hand on the knob, you swallowed the lump that had worked its way into your throat. You were suddenly wide awake as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. After mentally counting to five, you yanked the door open, gun cocked and aimed at whoever had decided to come after you, ready to pull the trigger and stand your ground. Maybe you were green, but you were confident in the fact that you could hold your own if you suddenly had to.

Instead of an enemy, you found yourself face to face with none other than Javier Peña.

“Javi,” his nickname rolled off your lips in a quiet whisper as you met his warm brown eyes, your own already stinging and on the verge of spilling over with tears. You felt like you could breathe again, waves of relief crashing down on you as you realized he was alive. But at a price. He looked tired, very tired, and worn out, his hair a mess and his clothes looking in need of a wash, much like the rest of his sweaty body. But he was alive, and that was the operative fact, and the only fact you cared about in that moment.

“Were you going to shoot me, kid?” he asked, his deep velvety voice reached your ears and causing your stomach to flutter slightly. He looked between you and your still outstretched hand before grabbing the gun, removing the cartridge of bullets, and tossing it to the side where it clanged to the ground with a loud metallic clang. He studied you silently, almost in a challenging way, trying to see which one of you would break down first. He was the one that had showed up on your doorstep after all.

But it wasn’t going to be you because you weren’t able to find any words. Instead you were frozen in time, your body humming with content as you realized that all of your worry had been for nothing. He was okay, he was alive, and he was currently mere inches away from you; you could feel his body heat radiating onto yours, his natural musk invading every bit of your senses. 

You had missed him more than you thought, for reasons that were known to you, but you would never speak out loud. You didn’t want to hear the words ever come out of your mouth because that would mean that they were true, that your feelings for Javi were more than just those of friends and partners. That your feelings were those that made it seem like he was the reason for all the glittering stars in the night sky, that he was your morning sunshine after a dark night of rain.

But Javier didn’t need you to say anything.

It all happened fast; so fast that you didn’t even have a chance to process what was going on before he put his hands on either side of your face and crashing his lips onto yours. It was needy, fast, bruising, and everything you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for. After reality hit you like a train,  you responded by throwing your arms around his neck, carding a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck as  his rough hands found your waist, his fingers quickly finding their way under the hem of your shirt and brushing along the soft skin.

It was hard and fast, the two of you expressing your desires without the use of words, only pulling apart when you needed a breath of air. You looked up at him and found him staring back at you, his eyes expressing an emotion you couldn’t quite place. It was intense, frightening, and most of all hungry. He was the hunter and you were his prey. 

“Y/N,” Javi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he kissed you a few more times, eventually finding your jaw and working his way down your neck. It took everything in your power not to moan out loud at his touch, at the feel of his lips on your delicate flesh, and you bit your lip as you kept your arms around his neck. But before you could let it go any further, something snapped inside you and you came to your senses and put your hands on his chest, a silent plea for him to stop. As much as you wanted him to continue, to somehow have it end up in your bedroom, with you under him as he gave you what you had been desperately wanting, you knew you shouldn’t. He was your partner, your friend, and on top of all of that, he was older and he had a reputation. 

It was a reputation he had earned for a reason, and that was enough for you to stop whatever might transpire before it got any further. 

“Javi,” you said as he pulled back from you, looking at you with concern written all over his face. You shook your head and took a step back from him, already saddened by the loss of his body against yours, “we...we shouldn’t do this. We can’t do this.”

You pointed between your bodies, biting your lip in a way that drove him crazy, not that he would ever admit that, and sighed. Sometimes your rationalism got the best of you, and you wished you could just throw it out the window. How you wished you could just have him then and there, to feel him all over your body.

“Why?” he asked quietly as he put a hand on your cheek before ghosting his fingers over the contours of your face, and he wondered, momentarily, why he’d waited so long to touch your soft skin.  Part if you wished you had let him continue, but the rational part of your brain told you that you’d done the right thing, “I thought...we...that there was something there? Between us.”

“We can’t,” you just repeated softly, “we’re friends...partners...this can only end in two ways, and neither of them are good.”

“Give me a good reason. Just one good reason,” he insisted and you knew he had a valid point, but you also both knew what you were trying to say, “tell me you don’t want this. Tell me I’ve been wrong in thinking that there was something between us this whole time. Tell me I’m wrong. And if you don’t want this, it stops here and I’ll walk away.

You looked at him silently for a few moments, his eyes pleading with yours, rendering you  unable to form a coherent thought; you wanted to tell him that he was right, but all you could see was looming heartbreak on the horizon, and you weren’t about to willingly put yourself through torture for nothing. Not with him or anyone else. 

Every other relationship you had had blown up into a million pieces in front of your very eyes. You weren’t able to subject yourself to that again, no matter how much you longed for him, no matter how many nights you spent alone in bed, thinking of him, wishing he was there with you. You finally, painstakingly, met his eyes, giving him a small grimace before shrugging your shoulders, “I...I don’t want this.”

A lie. A bold lie you both could easily see through. 

“Okay,” he took a step back, shaking his head at you as he tried to keep himself in check. He wanted to yell, to scream, to cry, something - anything. But instead, he moved silently towards the door, stepping through it without so much as another look at you, slamming it shut behind him. You winced slightly at the loud sound before slumping back down onto the couch. You gave the wine bottle a pathetic look, wishing you had more so you could block the events that had just transpired. 

Either you had just made the wisest decision of all, or you had possibly made the biggest mistake. 

It was a fine line between the two. 

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The Stars Made Us (Part 18)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 1939

Warnings: angst and language throughout, mention of suicide

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamfears thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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Once you arrived at Stephen’s place, you helped him through his morning routine before stating, “If I’m going to stay here nearly all day, I’ll need to get some work done. Is that alright with you?”

“Oh, please, by all means, don’t let me get in the way of your pseudoscience,” he said, making a gesture of moving out of the way. “You can use my office.” 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your suitcase full of things. “Thanks.” You went in there and made a small work space and began calling patients, trying to schedule them for therapy in the city. You could use another space nearby to start seeing them, depending on how long you would be here. 

When you took a break, you made lunch for you and Stephen. 

“New song today,” you said as you turned on the music, skipping to a random song in your library. 

“You make this so easy,” he boasted before nailing the artist, album name, and release year. 

“I will get you, one day,” you vowed with a grin. 

You went back to your office after the two of you ate, and talked quickly of current events in the news. While you were on the phone with one of your more unstable, and new patients, you had to calm him down. 

“Randy, Randy, take a deep breath for me. There’s nothing we can’t figure out,” you coaxed on the phone, standing up and pacing. 

“You’re two hours away! My father has cancer and I--” He started to sob and you continued to pace. 

“I know. This puts you in a very difficult position.” 

“No, no it doesn’t. It makes everything clearer. I can’t be here.” 

“Be where? Randy, where are you?” 

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t care. No one fucking cares!” he cried out. 

“Yes they do,” you insisted, your heart hammering in your chest. “I do.”

“You’re paid to!”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care. Randy, tell me where you are. When did you find out your father had cancer?” 

“A few hours ago,” he said. 

“So where are you now?” 

“I’m not going to tell you anything. This is all too much. I just lost my mom a year ago, and now my dad… He might be an abusive son of a bitch, but he’s all I’ve got.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say. 

“Randy, are you in danger of hurting yourself or anyone else?” 

He paused, silent a long time before saying, “Just me.” He began crying again. 

You began searching for his address on your laptop from the forms he’d filled out. You marched out of the temporary office and over to Stephen who was sitting on his couch, reading. “Randy, why do you want to hurt yourself?” you asked, making Stephen look up at you. You grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled a message that said to do a welfare check on Randy Smith, with his address. 

“Because I don’t have any body.”

“You told me you have some cousins, how would they feel if you ended your life?” 

“They wouldn’t even know. If they did find out they’d just say, ‘that’s a shame.’.”

You shoved the paper at Stephen with the instructions on it. He nodded and got up, grabbing his phone and going into his bedroom. 

“No friends? Girlfriend? Coworkers? Randy, everyone has something to live for. People aren’t the only thing that make a life go round. You told me you’re a computer programmer, yeah? What do you want to do with that?” 

“Well, I work for a medical software company.” 

“Is that your dream job?” 

“Not really. I mean, I love the programming, but it’s not all I want to do.”

“Tell me about what you do want to do.” 

“I want to program planes, for the military.” 

“See? That’s a noble cause. It’ll help your country. Randy, if you end your life now, that’s your choice, but you won’t get the chance to tell your father what he has done to you. You won’t get the chance to talk with me, to work through problems I know you can work through. You sought me out for help, please, let me help. Don’t miss this opportunity to take control of your life, and make it what you want to be.” 

Stephen walked back in the room and he said, “They went to the house, there was no one there.” 

“Randy?” you said again. “Randy, please, don’t make a mistake based on how you’re feeling right now in this moment. We know that all feelings pass, and you may be in the dark right now, I know you might be very far in there, in a pit you feel like you can’t climb out of. But that’s why you hired me, isn’t it? This cancer situation with your father is just that, it’s a situation we need to navigate together. I’ll help you every step of the way. You just need to tell me where you are and we can begin therapy as soon as you'd like.” 

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally said, “I’m in the parking garage… Oh, god, Dr. Y/L/N, please help me.” 

You held in your sigh of relief and replied, “I will, Randy, I will. I’ll be right there.” You hung up and called the police, telling them where he was. 

“I’m so sorry, Stephen, but I have to go,” you said hurriedly. 

He merely nodded as you grabbed your purse and ran out the door. 

Once the crisis was averted, you got him checked into the hospital, and you talked with him for a bit. Once he felt safe and secure, you left him in the capable hands of the hospital. You came back to the apartment, drained. 

“That was, uh, impressive,” Stephen noted. “Guess it’s more than just a pseudo science.”

“Guess so,” you responded tiredly. 

“So what made you decide to do this work?” he asked.

You scoffed. “Oh, so now you’re suddenly interested?” 

“Now that I saw you save a man’s life over the phone? Yes, I am. I’m very impressed. I can only save lives with my own hand. You did it with nothing but your own words, your own voice.” 

“I suppose I did. Well, if you must know, I simply want to help people. I love making sure people are okay and knowing I had a hand in that.”

“That’s rather noble.” 

You laughed. “That’s what Charles said when I told him when we first started corresponding.” 

“It’s true though.”

“So how about you? Saving lives, that’s quite noble. Is that why you do what you do?”

He laughed now. “Far from it. I just love the thrill.” 

You nodded slowly. “Ah, yes, people love holding other people’s lives in their hands for the thrill of it. I would say correct me if I’m wrong, but I know I’m not, and the only people who do that are those with antisocial personality disorder. You don’t strike me as the type, despite your best efforts.” 

Stephen smiled widely at this. “Touche. Uh, if you really want to know. I had a tragedy happen when I was younger. The thing you said when we first met, about losing someone close, someone family… you were right. Long story short, I wanted to save lives. That’s all I want to say on it.”

You pressed your lips together before nodding and saying, “Thank you, for sharing with me. I bet that was hard.”

“Don’t use your psychiatrist voice on me. I don’t need to be pitied or patronized.” 

“I’m not. I’m simply being sympathetic. I truly believed you went through something hard and I appreciate you telling me. Opening up to me is a great honor, I feel.” 

He semi-rolled his eyes. You realized you needed to take a different approach here. Stephen didn’t like talking about his past, in regards to his family. But Christine made it clear that he was arrogant, so maybe you should talk about his achievements. 

“Christine told me you were driving to a convention when your crash happened, to speak at a conference.” 

“Yes, I was.”

“Do you enjoy it? Speaking, that is, about your work?” 

“I do, I love it actually. Have you ever done it?” 

You shrugged slightly. “I’ve done it a handful of times but she said you did it often and were very good at it.”

“I’d like to say so, but she said she didn’t ever enjoy it.” 

“That’s too bad. I wish I could’ve been your date,” you admitted. “You seem like you’d actually have fun at those things.”

“I did. I wish I could still do it.” 

“You will, one day, I know it.” You grinned at him and the two of you ordered take-out. 

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Things turned south for Stephen though. He couldn’t afford the high price of his Manhattan penthouse without his job. He’d burned through all of his money trying to chase every cure. When he finally realized this, he went nuts.

“I’m losing my home!” he shouted as he ran around his room in a robe, looking like a mad man.

“It’s just an apartment, Stephen. We can find you a new one.”

“Oh, yes, because you have so much free time.”

“I do. I came here to help you, didn’t I?” you challenged. 

“I don’t need you to be a realtor.”

“Why not? You’ve made me a nurse, a cook, a maid. It’s clear you don’t want me as a soulmate, and friend is still even up for debate. Why not just make me your realtor?” 

“You’ve never lost anything, have you? Otherwise you wouldn’t be so heartless about this.”

You stopped, staring at him. “I’ve lost something before. I’m not being heartless, Stephen. I’m being realistic. You spent all of your money. You aren’t making any more. You have to move out of a place you can no longer afford. You’re always raving about logic and statistics and things you can see, well look at the statistics if you keep trying to live here.” 

“This is everything I’ve worked for.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a side effect of what you can do. There is more to life than just your work. You dedicated yourself like this once before, you can do it again. You didn’t work for a fancy palace in a shining city. You worked to be the best god damn neurosurgeon you can be and it paid off and it got you this. But you don’t have this any more. You don't have the means. I know it hurts, I know it sucks. But crying about it, getting pissed off about it, isn’t going to change the fact that your hands are beyond repair.”

He looked at you as if he hated you and your nerves just steeled. You couldn’t waiver from him, from this, not now. Not when he needed you most. 

“I’m here to help you. So help me help you, before you end up on the streets. Alright?” 

He sat down on his bed, his head in his hands. You were standing on the opposite side of the bed before you got on it and crawled over, putting your hands on his shoulders and resting your cheek against his back. 

“We will figure this out. Okay?” 

A long silence passed before he said, “I never wanted to end up like this.” 

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” You kissed his robe clad shoulder. “We’ll get you another apartment, another job. You’re still a doctor. It’s not the end of the world.”

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“Mister Off limits.” | Baekhyun (m)

Part 2

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3k

Mini Playlist: Won’t Bite - Doja Cat

Summary: Your brothers friends were off limits, your dads coworkers were off limits. But if one your dad’s coworkers are too handsome to resist, you might have to tip toe around his rules.

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After the incident with Baekhyun in the copy room, you’ve been skittish since then. You’re feelings about Baekhyun hadn’t shifted, you still hate his guts and his confusing style of flirting isn’t going to change that.

You’re on your way to Baekhyun’s office from the copy room with a stack of warm papers. You find his office door cracked and you hear a female’s voice.

“I know you keep looking at me with those eyes, but I already have a partner, you know. I could get in trouble for doing this with you.” Your ears can’t believe what they’re hearing. You wait to hear Baekhyun’s reply but it’s too quiet to hear as if he’s mumbling it.

So Baekhyun already has a lover at the office. But better yet he’s a home wrecker? You felt a rush of adrenaline as if you would be caught eavesdropping. The door opens and the woman catches your gaze, she smiles kindly greeting you then walking off. You feel a prick of jealousy but also can’t believe she didn’t catch you.

“Y/n?” Baekhyun’s voice calls you from his desk. You whip your head around to face him, ears red from knowing.

“Yes Vice President?” You laugh nervously.

“Why are you standing there, come in.” He says as if he’s talking to a stupid person. You enter and sit at your usual spot. You place down the stack of papers and cross your arms.

“Thanks for copying these for me.” Baekhyun says as he flips through the papers.

You hum in response finding your nails more interesting than speaking with him. He throws you a look, his brows pinched together. He bites the end of his pen lightly before sighing.

“Y/n, is there something wrong?” He wearily asks, not wanting to have you explode on him.

Your gaze remains on your busy fingers. You shrug not telling him much, your posture is slouching almost. He’s annoyed even further by your lack of response.

Baekhyun drops his pen by his desk, purposely. “Hey Y/n, can you get that?” He asks, leaning back in his chair.

You scoff but bend over to pick it up nonetheless. You feel a sting on your backside and shoot up to find the culprit. Baekhyun’s sitting there with a smirk on his face.

“Stop being moody or I will punish you again.” Baekhyun commands. He’s got that same look he had when he pulled you into that room the other day. You can’t believe he spanked you like a child.

“Don’t treat me like a kid, I’m 19!”

“Ohh big scary 19, i’m 27.” He teasingly coos at you in a babying voice. His mocking voice irks you till no end.

“Ugh! I’ll kill you Baekhyun!” Your threat is empty but your anger hides behind it.

Baekhyun displays a grin on his lips, he stands from his chair towering over you. His aura becoming darker by the second.

“To kill me you’d have to go through hell and back.” He traps you between his desk and himself. You’re having flashbacks to the copying room, which cause your cheeks to redden.

“You’re blushing? I thought you didn’t like me Y/n, why? What changed?” He’s too close, the heat from his body is radiating to yours, his cologne is wafting to your nostrils and you can’t think straight.

“I.. like you?” Your brains making up a sentence but you don’t comprehend what it’s trying to say.

“That’s what I thought.” Baekhyun’s at the door in a split second and you’re left a stuttering mess by his desk. You can hear his laughter as he exits the room.

Screw you Byun Baekhyun.

The day dragged on with you stealing glances at Baekhyun and wondering if he will catch you. He had you run some of his errands around the office and one resulted in you losing a nail. Your feet were killing you by all the walking you were doing. You let your heels slide off your feet for a few seconds to let them be free.

Your phone rings and the caller ID displays Jongin’s name. You smile and answer it immediately.

“Jongin, hey!” You say happily to talk to him since winter break began.

“Hey Y/n, am I calling at a bad time?” His voice is calm and soothing.

“No, i’m not doing anything right now.” You giggle.

Baekhyun gives you a side eye, frowning slightly. His mind is drifting to different places as he watched you talk on the phone for what feels like an hour.

“Y/n, I would like to remind you you’re at work.” Baekhyun says professionally. You almost scoff at him but you hold your tongue.

“Hey Jongin I have to-“

“Did I tell you about those new gucci shoes that released?” Jongin says interrupting your sentence. You gasp, you almost forgot about the launch you and Jongin were following so closely.

“No, oh my god! Tell me!”

Your phone is ripped from your hands and you glare up at Baekhyun who’s holding your phone. He places it up to his ear, “Sorry, Miss Y/n has to go now.” and presses the end call button.

“Baekhyun what the fuck?”

“Y/n I think you’re forgetting where you’re place was and where you’re working.” Baekhyun’s voice is cold and hard, like a stone in a winter river. You’re scared by his strict tone it almost reminds you of your fathers when he’s angry. Your gaze casts down on the ground, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

Baekhyun’s fingers lift your chin up causing you to adamantly let your eyes land on anything else but his.

“Y/n.” Him calling your name sets your eyes on his, his scarily dark eyes. The deep abyss like orbs stare back at you sternly.

“Your job is to be my assistant, not speak on your phone.” Baekhyun lecturing you feels like hours long, he goes on and on.

You zone out and focus on his eyes, his lips are moving but you can’t hear anything. His dark eyes are staring right through you, into your deepest part of you and you feel your cheeks heat up. You wanted him in the deepest parts of you..

Wait, no. You despise this man, he’s the reason your father is lecturing you so much nowadays. He’s to blame!

Baekhyun calls your name and you snap out of your daydream.

“Yes!” Your lips are smushed by Baekhyun’s grip on your cheeks. You furrow your brows.

“Are you even listening to me?” He almost grins when your eyes trail down to his lips. “Of course you’re not.” He laughs letting go of your face.

“I-I’m sorry about the phone call. It won’t happen again.” You’re surprised at your apologetic words toward Baekhyun, you didn’t think your pride would allow you to.

“Good. Now sort through these papers and arrange them alphabetically. Since you have so much free time, thanks in advance.” Baekhyun smiles falsely at you.

How could you be so cruel!

Lunch time rolls around and you drop off your fathers lunch and head to the cafe down stairs to pick up something to snack on. You press the button on the elevator and wait.

“Getting lunch?” You hear Baekhyun’s voice as he slides right next to you. You spare him a glance and nod. You’re still kind of mad from sorting stupid documents as a punishment.

“Alright where are we eating?” The elevator arrives empty and you both get in.

“Uhm, I’m buying a pastry from the cafe downstairs.” You quirk a brow at him.

“Oh. The place with the scones?”

You nod and giggle at him remembering.

“Still interested in my lunch?” You tease.

Baekhyun puffs out one side of his cheek, and nods. “I guess I’ll see what they’re all about.” He says skeptically.

You both stand in line at the cafe and you can already smell the baked goods. Your eyes scan the displays and your mouth waters at the sight of the cakes and cookies.

“Ah...” You moan at the thought of eating one, food just sounds so good right now you would scarf down the whole display of you could.

Baekhyun crosses his arms and taps his foot. “What’s taking so long?”

“Why are you in a rush?” You turn to see his cheek is puffed out again. Must be a way to shut him up.

You turn back in line and it’s your turn to order. Baekhyun breaks in front of you and you gasp.

“Hey!”

“What? I’m ordering.” He says side eyeing you with a smirk. “Two orders of the strawberry cake, please.”

He took the last two! ‘That absolute brat I’ll kill him.’ Your thoughts were dangerous.

You cross your arms at Baekhyun carrying the two small boxes of strawberry cake. You refused to order after Baekhyun hijacked your food.

Baekhyun asks why you didn’t order and you glare at him looking from the cake boxes to him. He laughs at your childish manner and slides the box to you.

“I bought it for you doofus.” He hits you on the head with a plastic fork. You pout and take the fork.

“Why can’t I live without being teased.”

Baekhyun snorts boyishly. “You’re one to talk.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying you’re not all that nice and innocent either.” Baekhyun takes a bite from the cake and gets icing on the side of his mouth.

You snicker at him behind your hand.

“What?”

You point to your face and he licks the wrong side. “Other side.”

He misses the spot completely.

“No, here—“ You lick your thumb and wipe the side of his mouth taking the icing off. You lick it from your thumb tasting the sweetness.

You look back up at Baekhyun and his face is completely red.

“Baekhyun?”

“Don’t call my name!”

“Then what do I call you!���

“Don’t say anything, i’m embarrassed right now!”

You hide behind your hand as you let out a very ugly loud laugh. The very same Baekhyun who lectured you is the same Baekhyun that is embarrassed by having icing wiped off his face. You want to take a picture of his red cheeks to blackmail him later but you spare him.

“Woo, I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.”

Baekhyun’s finishing his cake with a grumpy face. You smile at how cute he looks.

“Thanks for the cake.” You say to Baekhyun as you both head back to his office. Baekhyun has a meeting to get to, and you’re not invited!

“No problem.” He peers down at you, you’re standing with your hands behind your back patiently. Baekhyun shakes his head.

“Come, lets go to this meeting.” He says dragging a hand down his tired face to wake himself up.

“But I thought you said I couldn’t go.”

“Well I’m saying otherwise.” He drags you to the conference room. It’s huge and there’s a long table that stretches from one end to the other. It’s filled with swivel chairs and people. You’re nervous to say the least.

“Vice president. Miss L/n. Glad for both of you to join us.” Your father greets as you both enter. You smile back, deciding where to sit, Baekhyun pulls you to sit by him naturally.

You remember what your father said the other day about having no relationships in the work place. It all flies out the window when Baekhyun pulled you down in your seat. His hands were rough.

The meeting was boring, uneventful as you expected it to be. But seeing Baekhyun in his zone was interesting. He was charismatic and talkative, but also serious and attentive. His forearms exposed by his rolled up sleeves left you drooling over them the whole time, squeezing your thighs. You couldn’t focus on anyone but Baekhyun. The meeting might as well be called the Baekhyun gun show.

As everyone’s dismissed and you get up from your chair as Baekhyun does. Everyone’s leaving the room except Baekhyun. He stays by his chair till everyone’s gone but you two.

“Aren’t we leaving—“

Baekhyun cuts you off by pushing you down in one of the swivel chairs, his arms trapping you. Is this a running theme for him!?

“I warned you once Y/n.” Baekhyun’s voice is quiet, it’s dangerously low.

“What did I do? I was good the whole time!” You protest, frowning.

“You were teasing me—the whole damn time. Your little dress left your legs bare and I saw. Every single time you pressed your thighs together.” Baekhyun traces your jawline with his finger.

“What’s got you so worked up, Y/n?” He comes close to your ear. “Is it me?”

You gulp, not trusting your voice to come out even as his.

“I warned you to not tempt me vixen. But I guess even little girls like you need reminders. Don’t try me.”

“W-why not.” The boldness in your statement made Baekhyun quirk an eyebrow. His lips curled into a smirk. He pushed your legs apart with his leg, letting his knee come up and go under your dress. He brushes your clit with his knee and you gasp.

“Is this what you wanted?” Baekhyun asks in your ear, his hair tickling your nose. You nod slightly, ashamed but pleased.

He rubs you with his knee further until you hear the door click and he detached himself from you and leans on the table with his arms crossed.

“As I was saying, it’s not that simple to catch on to it. You’ll learn with time.” Baekhyun strikes up a fake conversation.

The man who came in left his brief case, once he grabbed it he was gone again.

“Fuck Y/n.” Baekhyun runs a hand through his hair. “Stop inviting me like that. Next time I won’t stop.” He helps you up from the chair, and you shimmy down your dress covering your ass. Your cheeks are flushed and your chest is heaving. You’re undeniably affected by his small act of stimulation to your cunt. You’re staring at him, all of him. You can’t believe you almost had all of that.

“Next time, I won’t let you stop.” You can’t find where this confidence came from but you’re not complaining when Baekhyun pulls you by your arm into a kiss. His lips are soft and plush, his hand resting on the small of your back. It’s a deep kiss, nothing you would’ve expected coming from this one. You both pull away and you snicker at the red lipstick stain on Baekhyun’s lips.

“My lipstick transferred.” You point to his lips, he shakes his head and pulls you in for another kiss.

“I cant get enough of you. I’m going to drive myself crazy.” His lips are even more red. “Your father can’t know about this.” He looks down at you, his brows furrowed. He’s serious.

“I wasn’t planning on telling him.” You bite your lip at his disheveled state. You can’t believe you’re going to disobey your fathers rules just for this man.

“Good girl.” He kisses your forehead and leaves a mark from your lipstick.

“Ahh, Baekhyun!!” You whine wiping it off as best as you can. Baekhyun’s laughing and shaking his head.

“Lets go.” He pushes you to the door guiding you with his hand on the small of your back.

You both exit and Baekhyun walks ahead of you. You find the same man by the door, he looks suspiciously at you. As if he has something to say.

“Are you alright mister?” You ask.

He replies with a scoff “I know what you two did.”

You could hear your own heart shatter into a million pieces.

You’re back in Baekhyun’s office when you slam his door shut quickly.

“Y/n what—“

“Somebody knows.”

“Knows what? Are you good?”

“Baekhyun that man fucking knows what we did in that conference room!” You harshly whisper, as if anyone outside could hear you two.

“Wait wait wait. Y/n. Are you talking about that man who came back for his briefcase?”

You nod eagerly, “What if he tells my father?” You start hyperventilating about the thought of getting Baekhyun in trouble.

“Listen, I will speak with him. Don’t worry about it I’ll take care of this.” Baekhyun’s by your side in a second, his hand on your cheek.

“Do you promise?” You say childishly, it gives you comfort when he nods with a smile.

“Now don’t stress, and get home.” He lets his hand slide down your arm to your hand.

You grin then nod, you pick up your purse and reach for the doorknob. A thought makes you pause your actions. You turn to Baekhyun and open your mouth but no words come out.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at you, he’s grinning at your speechlessness. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Can I get your number?” You shyly ask, you’ve never asked a man that question before.

Your heart beats out of your chest when Baekhyun pulls out his phone from his back pocket. “Sure, I’ll let you have this privilege.”

You both exchange numbers and it makes you feel cheesy.

“Okay i’m really going now.” You say, hand on the doorknob once again.

Baekhyun smiles sending you off with a wave. He watches your retreating figure and at the sound of the door clicking close. He sighs with his cheeks rounding at him smiling once more.

“Silly girl.”

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Today was such a long and tortuous day. It wasn’t a bad day, but my husband had been teasing me all day long with such naughty texts. He would send them when I was least expecting them and just keep adding to them. He had me so horny by the end of the day. I couldn’t wait to get home and ravish him.

I can’t wait for you to get home, baby. I just want to see you kneeling in front of me, with my big cock in your mouth. – Eggsy

I read the message as I was walking to my car at the end of the day. I think it was pretty easy to see that my husband was very horny today and he wasn’t going to spare me from the torture either. My panties had been soaked since lunch, just thinking about that cock of his.

I quickly clicked his name and pressed call, holding the phone to my ear as I walked to my car. He picked up in less than a second.

“Hello, my beautiful wife, please tell me you’re coming home very soon.” He said desperately.

“I’m just about at my car. You’re such a fucking tease. Did you know that?” I was walking in the empty parking garage and all you could hear was the click of my heels on the dirty pavement. There were only a few cars left on this level.

“That was my plan for the day, since I had the day off at home. I got pretty bored shortly after you left me in bed, naked. So then I started thinking about that body of yours and those messages just happened.” He was trying to sound innocent but failing horribly.

“Hmmm, I guess I should apologize for leaving my husband alone to fend for himself all day long. So sorry baby.” I of course was not, and he knew this.

“Oh you should be. How long do you think it will take for you to get home?” This man was very desperate for me.

“Not sure, but I hope I can be there in maybe 15 minutes. Can you wait that long, hubby?” I was finally in my car.

“Mhmm, I don’t know. I can’t get the images of your sexy body out of my mind. I can’t wait to have those luscious lips wrapped around my cock.”

I groaned, “I know baby. Soon. Just be patient and try not to touch yourself?” I knew that was going to be hard for him.

“I don’t know if I can do that, Elle. I fucking miss that sexy body of yours. God those beautiful breasts of yours. Fuck I need you so bad, please get home soon baby!”

“Yes I will be home as soon as I can. I love you, Eggsy!”

“I love you too, Elle. See you and that rocking body of yours soon.”

I rolled my eyes, “My body is far from rocking. It’s way too curvy.”

I could almost hear him roll his eyes, “I love those curves, now

It had taken about 20 minutes to get home and man was that a long drive for me. I was dying for Eggsy. I couldn’t stop thinking about his thick cock. I was dying to have it in my mouth, desperate to taste him. I quickly excited my car and almost ran up to the house, letting myself in. I saw Eggsy laying on that ugly tan leather couch we had.

He smirked when he saw me enter the house. I put my bags down and took off the heels I had been wearing and left them by the stairs. Then I started with the clothes. I unzipped the form fitting dress I had been wearing, and let it hit the ground. Now I stood in front of Eggsy in my grey lacy lingerie he helped me to pick out.

“Fuck baby. Just what I wanted to see.” He pulled himself into sitting position and I could see the very prominent bulge in his black jeans. God why was he wearing such constrictive clothing.

“Why are you wearing those pants, you know how constricting they are when you’re aroused.” I said moving close and stopping directly in front of him.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, “You know I like a bit of a challenge. Oh and I had lunch with Richard, so I kind of needed to wear clothes to see my brother.” He leaned forward and kissed my stomach gently, sending lovely shivers through my body.

“Hmmmm okay, well I think it’s time for them to go. Don’t you agree.” I pulled him up and moved my hands to his belt, quickly undoing it and the zipper on the pants. I was about to pull them off when I noticed he was wearing his sexy brown combat boots. “Oh Eggsy, you’re a bad boy. You know how I don’t like shoes on the furniture.” I kneeled down and started to pull them off.

“I’m sorry baby. I forgot to remove them when I laid down. I will try to remember it in the future. Ooooooooooo shit.” He moaned when I palmed his bulge through his jeans, making him shut up.

“How bad do you want me to take your thick cock into my mouth, Eggsy?” I questioned as I started to pull his jeans down his legs.

“I want it more than you know. I’ve just been waiting for you all day. Please don’t tease me.” He was moaning again since I was touching his straining bulge. “Please stop teasing me, I’m way too aroused to wait a second more.”

I smirked and nodded obediently, pulling his hard cock from the confines of his underwear. He was so aroused that the tip of his cock was turning purple and I could see a bit of pre-cum forming too. He had been waiting for this all day long, so I wasn’t going to make him wait too much longer.

I pumped him a few times before leaning forward to lick the tip, moaning at the saltiness that I tasted. I loved it. I glanced up to see Eggsy looking down at me, I smirked and ran my tongue on the underside of his cock, just teasing him slightly since he had been doing it to me all day long.

“Fuck, baby I need to be inside that mouth of yours.” He moaned closing his eyes. I teased the tip of his cock again before taking it into my mouth. “Oh baby, your mouth feels amazing around my cock. Do you like having my big cock in your mouth?” He questioned as I started moving my mouth around him.

I was able to fit most of him into my mouth and what I couldn’t fit, I was pumping with my fingers. Every time he hit the back of my throat, I would moan at the feeling. His moans had me soaking through my panties, desperate for some sort of touch.

“You like fucking me with your mouth, don’t you baby girl….” Eggsy cut himself off with a moan. “Oh fuck baby, just like that. God that mouth of yours is magic.” His hands wound themselves into my hair, holding on as I pleasured him. “You must be soaked. Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Mhmm.” I moaned as I continued to deep throat him, focusing on causing him the most pleasure I could.

“Don’t touch yourself just yet, I have plans for you.” Eggsy was moaning so much that was getting harder to not touch myself, but I held off knowing he would treat me well in the end. Suddenly he pulled me off him, “Sit on the couch for me baby. I think it’s your turn to get some pleasure.”

I obeyed and took a seat on the couch where he had been when I came home. He dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs to reveal the wet patch that had started to form on my panties. His fingers swiped across the wet patch, sending a small jolt of pleasure through my body. He smirked and quickly removed my panties and spread my legs again, revealing my soaked pussy that was more than ready for him. I removed my bra after that.

“Look how wet you are sweetheart. Have you been this way all day?” He questioned as he ran two fingers through the wetness and then brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked off my juices, moaning as he did so.

“Yes, I have. You’ve been sending me those messages all day long. I almost had to take care of myself in the bathroom.” I admitted as he took another taste of my sweet cunt.

“You taste like heaven, my love. Damn that’s hot. How much would you have liked having to take care of yourself while at work, knowing any of your coworkers could walk in at any time. Fuck, that’s so sexy.” Finally, he leaned forward and licked a line from my entrance to my aching clit. He sucked on my clit lightly, causing me to moan loudly.

“Mhmm Eggsy, I would’ve loved it. I probably would’ve called you when I was touching myself, just so I could tease you the way you have been teasing my all day long. Fuck baby like that.” He was sucking my clit while two fingers thrust into my entrance, the pleasure that I felt from just that was overwhelming and orgasm inducing but I held back.

My hands threaded into his hair and I was practically riding his face as he sucked and licked me like I was his afternoon snack and essentially I was. Eggsy always told me my cunt was one of his favorite snacks to eat and well that was fucking sexy as hell. My moans were echoing through the house. Eggsy threw my legs over his shoulder in order to open myself up wider for him to indulge in.

“Oh my fucking god, Eggsy, you’re a fucking god baby. I love the way you eat me like I’m the most delicious thing ever.” I moaned, gripping his hair just a little tighter. I felt him smirk against me before he pulled away from my clit but kept on pumping his fingers into me.

“You’re the most delicious thing ever, baby. I find my mouth watering at the thought of your perfect dripping pussy. If I could, I would eat you all day long.” He said before attaching his lips back to my clit. His tongue was flicking my clit that sent me into immediate orgasm.

“FUCK EGGSY, YESSSSSSS.” I screamed as I rode out the orgasm. His hands were on my waist, helping me ride through the orgasm.

I quickly pushed him away and sat up, “It’s time for you to come and I want you to come inside me.” I stood up and pushed him onto the couch before I climbed into his lap. His hands were on my waist again as I positioned his hard cock at my entrance before sinking down so that he was filling me up.

“Oh shit, I’ve been thinking about this all day. I don’t know how long I will last.” Eggsy admitted making me smirk.

“That’s okay babe, just let me ride your cock and I want you to just let go.” I positioned my hands on his shoulders before moving myself up until he was barely inside of me before sinking down on him once again. I kept doing that for the next couple of minutes.

Our moans were just filling up the house and hoped that our neighbors couldn’t hear us or else they would call the cops. We didn’t need a cop to interrupt our intimate time, again.

“You’re a fucking goddess baby, just keep riding me just like that.” Eggsy moved me closer so that he could reach my neck and started to bite and suck on my sensitive spot, making me moan. He was moaning against my neck too.

“I love your cock. This cock belongs to me. No one else is ever allowed to have this cock. You got it?” I was starting to sound a little possessive, but it was the pleasure talking.

Eggsy pulled away from my neck, “Of course it’s yours. You already know that pretty pussy of yours is all mine. All mine to look at, eat, and fuck.”

“Mhmm yes.” He started biting my neck again as I was moaning. “I’m getting close again, Eggsy. Are you close.”

He nodded and continued to suck on my neck and sneakily move a hand between us to play with my clit. When he flicked it gently, I was nearly cumming. He tweaked it a few more times before my walls clenched down on his cock and I came around him. That triggered his orgasm and he spilled his warm load out inside of me, filling me up with his cum. It felt fucking amazing.

Once the orgasms passed, we stayed in that position resting our foreheads together. We were just basking in the glow of our lovemaking, enjoying our time together. Finally, I moved off Eggsy, whimpering as he pulled out of me. I was about to get up when Eggsy grabbed me and pulled me against his chest and laid back on the couch. He held me close.

“I love you baby.” He murmured into my bare shoulder.

“I love you too, Eggsy.” I whispered back as he continued to kiss my shoulder with little pecks.

“You know I’m not done with you, right?” His hand snaked around my side to rest on my stomach.

“Yeah I know. I’m totally okay with it.” I was still in complete bliss from the two orgasms he caused me.

“Maybe tonight will be the night it finally happens.” He continued stroking my stomach and I smiled at that thought.

“Oh baby, I have a feeling we won’t have to wait long for it to happen. We’ve been making love like crazy these past few months. I have my suspicions” I admitted.

He smiled against my shoulder, “Oh Elle, that’s wonderful. We will have to check that first thing in the morning. But for now we keep on trying.”

I giggled, “Of course Eggsy.”

Eggsy kissed me, and we rested up for our next round of the night. It was bound to be as sexy as the first one.

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[pietrotheavenger]

voices

summary: when your soulmate sings, you can hear it.

pairings: au!bucky barnes x fem!reader, thor x steve

warnings: swearing, alcohol

a/n: it’s currently midnight and if you know me then you know i HATE revising my work. i wrote this in one sitting and i cannot be bothered to revise this. don’t be mean pls

bucky’s soulmate was always singing. always. he liked to think that she did it on purpose, to entertain him. he absolutely loved listening to her singing. he never listened to music because of her. he didn’t want to listen to something that wasn’t her. she made music into something special to him. he wanted to keep the songs that she sang to him a secret. he didn’t want to hear them on the radio. he learned new songs from her, all the time. but, sometimes her constant singing was inconvenient.

he was out getting coffee with one of his friends, sam. they were chatting when she started singing. bucky held up a finger and pointed to his ear. “she’s singing,” he whispered.

“it’s been too much, i’ve been on the side, and i’m waiting.”

“man, she’s always singing,” sam rolled his eyes.

“i swear she has the most beautiful voice i’ve ever heard. plus, i love this song,” the brunette responded, twirling his hair around his finger as he softly sang along.

“i’ve got a little time, maybe all night, if i’m patient.”

“you know what? maybe i’ll sing to my soulmate,” sam scoffed, and began singing. he crossed his arms over his chest as he sang some random pop song.

“what’s on your mind? i can never read you.”

the distant smile didn’t leave bucky’s face as he closed his eyes. he savored her voice. she faltered slightly when he began singing back to her, but continued on. he had his moments of singing, but they had never sung together before. it was a common thing between soulmates to do duets.

“i always leave you crying when we fight, but i don’t mean to.”

sometimes, soulmates dreamt of each other. he yearned to see her in his dreams. he knew that they didn’t have the connection that others had. one of his friends, natasha and her soulmate were always singing to each other. they developed their soulmate bond and she dreamt of her soulmate.

“no, love don’t come easy. especially when you’re loving me.”

bucky was itching to meet her. he had been waiting his whole life. he was ready. he already felt such immense love towards her just by hearing her singing. he melted on the inside every time she started up.

“it’s never enough for the both of us, so sorry. couldn’t have known it would ever be this hard.”

if he didn’t hear her sing at least once a day, he would panic. it was quite unusual, but he understood that sometimes she would get busy, or maybe she was feeling sick, or maybe sad. none of those thoughts were able to reassure him. in those rare cases, he would sing to her.

“we had it all but we lost and that’s our fault.”

he hoped that she liked his singing, and that it comforted her. throughout his childhood, his parents would always listen to frank sinatra, so that’s what he would sing to her. when he was done, she would sing back a few lines of the chorus to let him know she was there but not wanting to sing, or a whole song.

“i should be here waiting for you to answer my call. but i’m never giving up on what, i’ve been focusing on putting me first.”

his parents were soulmates and they would always sing frank sinatra to each other. he liked that he shared something so special to his parents, with his own soulmate. she didn’t know it, of course, but he still found it heartwarming.

“still could never see you with somebody else. i can’t even live with being by myself. that’s the part of me that really needs your help.”

“is she done yet?” sam questioned.

“no, hush,” bucky replied.

“lately, i haven’t been doing very well. that’s the difference between heaven and hell.”

“aren’t you singing to your girl?” bucky stopped his quiet singing to quickly ask his friend.

“i feel heaven when you’re here with me. i feel hell every time you leave.”

“she started singing, ‘shut up,’ to me,” sam grumbled. bucky let out a deep belly laugh.

“but i need to get you off of my back. i gotta get you off of my back.”

he had heard her giggle once. he believed it to be a mistake of the soulmate bond. he had also heard stories where the bond mistook laughter for music. her laugh sounded like little bells ringing. he knew that he shouldn’t love someone that he didn’t know, but he couldn’t help it. she was already so perfect.

“wished that we would never take it this far. here we are, going back and forth.”

some people had romantic relationships before they met their soulmate. bucky didn’t understand this. there’s one person specifically made for every person on the planet, why can’t they just wait to meet them? those flimsy relationships will be worth nothing to how someone feels when they’re with their soulmate.

“i hoped we would never make it this far. but now, i gotta find my worth.”

he truly wanted nothing more than to meet her. he wanted to feel complete. like a whole person. his parents had both said that when they were with each other, they felt at peace with themselves. he desired that with all of his being.

“she’s done,” bucky smiled. “i can’t wait to meet her. and i can’t wait for you to hear her singing.”

“don’t get ahead of yourself, barnes.”

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if he didn’t know that the voice in his head was his soulmate, bucky would’ve wholeheartedly believed that his childhood best friend, steve, was his soulmate. there was no one who understood him quite like steve. they had been through everything together. but, alas, the voice in bucky’s head was feminine, and steve had met his soulmate, thor, in high school. it was steve and thor who dragged him out of the house on a friday night that was just like all the others. lately, all of his days seemed to bleed into one. he could feel himself edging towards a downward spiral. his friends could feel it, too.

“the only problem is i see you in colors that don’t exist,” she began singing while thor was speaking to bucky. he zoned out for a moment as she continued.

“in colors that don’t even exist, girl. i see the future in your eyes. i see my past and all my sins. i swear to god, i see god when you’re touching on my skin.”

“bucky? you there?” thor raised an eyebrow. he lifted his beer up to his mouth.

“sorry, she was singing to me,” he sheepishly apologized.

“it’s okay. i used to have to lay down every time steve sang to me,” thor gazed lovingly at his soulmate who was making conversation with the bartender.

“that bad, huh?” bucky joked. “where are we, anyway?” he asked, looking around. she began humming in his ear, and he tried his hardest to pay attention to the blond man in front of him.

“it’s a new karaoke bar! steve heard about it from his coworkers, i believe,” he replied. he stroked his beard before asking, “have you been to one before?”

bucky innocently shook his head, brown locks swaying back and forth. “i’ve seen them in movies, though.”

“you’ll have so much fun! we should do a duet,” thor insisted. “no, a trio.”

“i don’t know about that,” bucky laughed nervously.

just then, steve came over, handing bucky a beer. he gave thor a kiss and said, “what’re you lot talking about?”

“bucky agreed to doing a group performance!” thor exclaimed.

“actually-” the man in question began, but was cut off by his best friend.

“fuck yeah! what’s the game plan?” steve’s childish smile reminded bucky so much of their upbringing together, that he let himself get roped into the singing triad. he nursed his beer as his friends argued over a song. he ended up ordering two shoes of vodka and threw them back to accelerate his getting drunk process.

“thanks for joining us today, buck,” steve beamed. “i know that sometimes it’s hard for you to reach out when you need us, but we’re always here for you. i’m with you ‘til the end of the line, pal,” he put his hand on his shoulder.

bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a shout from the stage. “hello new york!” a small brunette lady was the owner of the voice. she was clearly intoxicated as was her giggling friend, standing next to her. he was immediately transfixed by her friend. her lips were painted red and curved into the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. she wore a silk powder blue top which she tied in a knot at the top of her flattering black jeans. the top buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing her collarbones and allowing her to show off some layered necklaces. she teetered in a pair of forest green heeled boots, excitedly bouncing from one foot to another. “i am jane foster, and this is y/n y/l/n!” the original lady yelled into her microphone.

“hi, i’m y/n,” she smiled and waved, laughing. her word were slightly slurring together. bucky repeated her name to himself, under his breath.

“and we are,” jane began by herself but was joined by y/n for the last word, “*NSYNC!” the beginning chords of it’s gonna be me were being played.

“you might have been hurt, babe. that ain’t no lie!” jane sang very loudly. their group of friends near the stage cheered. y/n blew them a kiss before stumbling and regaining her balance and collapsing into giggles as jane continued through the song. “you’ve seen them all come and go, oh. i remember you told me that it made you believe in no man, no cry. maybe that’s why…”

y/n began singing with jane for the chorus and the minute he heard her voice, he got goosebumps. his soulmate sang right along in his head. “every little thing i do never seems enough for you. you don’t want to lose it again. but i’m not like them. baby, when you finally get to love somebody. guess what? it’s gonna be me.”

“wait a fucking minute,” he said to himself, his eyebrows drawing together.

she began her solo, “you’ve got no choice, babe. but to move on, and you know, there ain’t no time to waste. you’re just too blind to see but in the end, you know it’s gonna be me. you can’t deny so just tell me why.”

they went into the chorus for the second time and bucky jumped out of his seat and screamed into steve’s face. “that’s my fucking soulmate!” and pointed at the stage.

“are you serious?” steve gaped.

“yes!”

“justin or jc?”

“jc!”

“it’s our turn next!” thor yelled, grabbing both of their hands and pulling them through the bar to the side of the stage.

“that’s my soulmate,” bucky whispered as she took her bows and staggered off the other side of the stage before he was pushed onto it and handed a microphone. he held onto the microphone like he would die if he let go.

“how are we feeling!” steve howled. thor talked to whoever was in charge of the music on the side before jumping up. “we are steve,” the said man placed his hand on his chest before pointing to his best friend, who was looking quite like a deer in the headlights, “bucky!” he finally gestured to his soulmate, “and thor!” the music started up and the crowd screamed in recognition.

“i can’t stop this feeling deep inside of me. girl, you just don’t realize what you do to me,” steve and thor sang together. steve looked at bucky encouragingly, wrapping his arms around his shoulder as he shakily began singing, looking straight into the crowd and at her. “when you hold me, in your arms so tight. you let me know everything’s alright. i’m hooked on a feeling.”

she was chatting to one of her friends but when he started singing, she whipped her head to the stage, her eyes wide and her lips parted. they made eye contact for the first time and electricity passed between them. he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. he kept singing, just letting his mouth move. he didn’t know if he was singing the right thing, but by the look of joy on steve’s face, he knew he was doing something right. he let his gaze fall away from her before it flickered back. he drank her right up.

when their song was completed, they linked hands and bowed in front of the crowd. bucky practically jumped off of the stage at the first opportunity he got. she had rushed up him, grasping his arm. “did you hear me?” she asked.

“i can’t hear you, it’s too loud!” he yelled back.

she pulled him away from the stage, to the bar, before repeating her question. “did you hear me?” he nodded his head. he returned the question and she nodded back. “are you my soulmate?” her voice was so quiet that he wasn’t entirely sure if he heard her.

“only if you don’t mind me singing frank sinatra all the time,” bucky responded.

her face broke into a smile and she threw her arms around his neck. he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight. he deeply inhaled, savoring every moment. when she pulled away, he gingerly placed his hand on her cheek, slowly moving it to thread his fingers through her hair. he dipped his head down and whispered, “is this okay?” his breath was hot on her lips. she nodded. his lips met hers and for a moment, the universe burned white-hot.

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That Summer Night | Seokjin

a/n: it’s been really steamy lately and i hope that everyone’s been taking care of themselves by drinking plenty of water! also, because it’s been steamy, i figured something steamy was needed about jin so this happened! i hope everyone enjoys and don’t hesitate to let me know what you think!

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word count: 10,032 words

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 “I’m ready for the semester to be over with.” A groan erupted from across the room, a muted thump following as the body fell back onto the couch. “I’m sick and tired of all these fucking papers! Seriously, who is going to read eight pages of bullshit about macro molecules used for cloning purposes?”

 “I think your professor might?” Y/N raised a brow, watching as her roommate and friend, Doyeon, rolled over on the couch to glare at the former. She grumbled the whole time she sat back up, causing Y/N to chuckle and return to her own paper. She had to admit, the papers were a lot and due in such a short amount of time, as well. They had to be done, though, since both girls wanted to graduate as soon as possible.

 “I swear, when all these fucking classes are over, we are going on that trip.” Doyeon continued to grumble as she abandoned her laptop on the couch and made a beeline for the coffee machine in the kitchen. Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the empty threat of a trip, knowing full well it was near impossible. With a job lined up to start in the middle of July, Y/N knew any trips wouldn’t happen with her empty wallet. Doyeon liked to dream, though. “We’re going and I will drag you along if I have to.”

 “You know I can’t, Do. I have family things to take care of after the semester and then I start my job in July.” Y/N explained in a monotone voice, the information nothing new to either party. She could hear Doyeon grumbling again as she pressed the button to brew her coffee before her head was poking out of the kitchen to half glare at Y/N sitting at the kitchen table.

 “We can find time. Your brother’s graduation is like, right at the start of June. And then your mom’s birthday isn’t until the start of July, right? There’s totally time to go somewhere and come back!” Doyeon gasped a little, disappearing back into the kitchen to retrieve her coffee. When she came back out, instead of heading back to her laptop on the couch, she took the other seat at the kitchen table. Doyeon sipped on her coffee, watching Y/N type some more on her own laptop before the latter eventually looked up at her friend.

 “What?”

 “What about somewhere warm, like Hawaii? Or Miami? What about the Bahamas? Or Cuba?” Doyeon threw out the suggestions one right after the other, not pausing for Y/N to interject at all. When she reached the end of her short list, Doyeon gasped and quickly left the table to return to her laptop. Y/N feared it wasn’t for her paper, though. “Cuba would be perfect! You took Spanish, you could understand people.”

 “Doyeon, I haven’t taken a Spanish class since sophomore year--”

 “This hotel looks perfect! The plane tickets aren’t even that expensive. How long should we go? Is two weeks too long? Oh well! Two weeks in Cuba in the middle of June!” Doyeon sang as she clicked a few things. Y/N was the one to abandon her laptop this time, rushing over to see just what her friend was doing. “And done! It’s happening, you can’t stop it now.”

 “Doyeon! What did you do?” Y/N stared at the laptop screen in slight horror, eyes scanning over the confirmation page of the hotel and plane tickets that were just bought and booked. Turning from the screen to her smiling friend, Y/N couldn’t contain her frown of displeasure. “There’s no way I can back out, is there?”

 “Nope! You’re coming with me. Don’t worry, I’ll plan out stuff to do in between our beach bathing.” Doyeon waved her hand as if to dismiss the worry of lack of activities, though that did nothing to cure the small bubble of dread building in Y/N’s chest.

 This trip was going to be an adventure for sure.

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 “So she really bought them?” The shocked gasp that resonated in the room left Y/N feeling even more dread building. She sullenly nodded at her coworker, Jimin, as she resumed the sweeping she’d been doing. “That’s so crazy! I’m jealous, though. I’d love to go to Cuba.”

 “Jimin!” Y/N whined, abandoning the pile of popcorn and straw wrappers to face him entirely. She pouted at him and he could only shrug in response. “It’s so sudden! My mom is going to flip out when she finds out I’m going to leave for two weeks to go to Cuba with Doyeon and I didn’t even buy the tickets or hotel room!”

 Jimin leaned against the counter with a pout of his own, causing Y/N to sigh and resume her sweeping. The lobby of the movie theater was mostly empty, closing time fast approaching. Jimin was one of the coworkers Y/N considered a friend, aside from the manager. The other was out due to a knee surgery and wouldn’t be back before Y/N left for good. She would definitely miss this place, but knew for sure Jimin and her manager, Yoongi, would keep her in the loop of the crazy stuff that happened in the theater.

 “I think you should just go with it, Y/N. Enjoy it and relax before selling yourself away to corporate life forever.” Jimin gave another shrug before spinning on his heel to start cleaning up the copious amounts of leftover popcorn. The large room fell into a comfortable silence as the two went on with their usual duties for closing.

 Y/N continued to wear her frown the whole time she swept, nearly grumbling to herself about her situation. It wasn’t even technically a problem, she knew that. Anyone would be lucky to go anywhere out of the country, especially somewhere warm and beautiful like Cuba. Part of her just felt bad that Doyeon had spent so much money to book everything for the two of them. Of course, Y/N knew it was cheaper for just the two of them then a group would’ve been. She also knew Doyeon wasn’t even using her own money. Doyeon’s parents were not only loaded, but they definitely spoiled the girl way too much. Which meant more money than Doyeon knew what to do with.

 Doyeon, of course, had spent money on Y/N before. Against her wishes, of course. She loved spending the money she had, especially on friends and family. So, that meant Y/N often got presents of new clothing or accessories, even intimate clothing as well. There was a certain bra and panty set sitting in a box at the bottom of her closet she still hadn’t worn quite yet. To be fair, Doyeon had bought it for Y/N to wear with her ex boyfriend without knowing that they had split the night before.

 Frowning as she thought of it, Y/N wondered if she should bring it with her on the trip to Cuba. Only then, she shook her head to erase the thoughts and groaned as she angrily finished sweeping up the lobby.

 “Seriously, Y/N. Don’t be upset over this. Just go and have fun.” Jimin smiled as they stood back later on to watch Yoongi lock the doors, gently patting her shoulders as her body slumped forward. “So many people would kill to be in your place, so enjoy it! Live a little!”

 “Go have fun where?” Yoongi grumbled a little as he approached them, shoving the keys into his pocket and leaving his hand there. Another groan left Y/N and Jimin couldn’t help his giggle as his hand dropped to his own side.

 “Y/N didn’t tell you? Doyeon got them tickets for a trip to Cuba.” Jimin’s eyebrows wiggled and Yoongi whistled a little before stepping around them. Yoongi was not a fan of the cold and there was still a slight chill in the air as the night settled on them. “They’re supposed to go in June.”

 “That sounds really cool, though. I’m guessing you don’t want to go, though?” Yoongi commented after Y/N had groaned once again. She sighed as the trio walked toward their cars parked a good distance away from the entrance.

 “It’s not that I don’t want to go, I’d love to go. Cuba is such a beautiful country.” Y/N explained, only to sigh again as her shoulders slumped again. “I just hate that she paid for everything. I also will have even less time to prepare for my mom’s birthday and my new job.”

 “Honestly?” Yoongi stopped walking as he reached his car, facing Y/N with a serious look. He was always serious, though, so his face just looked as it usually did. Y/N stopped walking with Jimin, the pair of them waiting to hear the wisdom that Yoongi had to give about her predicament. “Just go and live a little. Enjoy yourself and act like the young 20 something that you are.” He shrugged himself this time as Y/N groaned, Jimin laughing as he walked to his own car. 

 Y/N couldn’t help it as she stomped over to her own car, grumbling about people not caring about their financial situations and only focusing on their own freedom or lack of freedom. She needed to find people who sympathized with her and her struggles.

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 “Why don’t they have a croissant?” Doyeon pouted at the menu, staring for a few seconds longer before completing the order that the pair had started at the breakfast place. Y/N yawned as they shuffled over to the side, waiting patiently for the food and drinks that they hoped to wake them up. 

 “I just wanted you to know that I hate you.” Y/N half hissed as they finally sat down to eat, placing her bag right next to her on the booth seat. Doyeon only giggled, taking a sip of her coffee before unwrapping her donut. Y/N had eventually accepted the trip, but when Doyeon had woken her up at 3 am for their 6 am flight, Y/N had gone back to hating the whole ordeal. Of course, Doyeon found it hilarious.

 “You’re so cute before you wake up.” She cooed over her coffee, only laughing more at the finger that Y/N shot her way. It fell silent for a moment before Doyeon pulled out her phone to check things over one final time. “So, when we get there, we’ll just rest up. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the beach and do some shopping. The day after we’re going on that historical hike tour.”

 Y/N zoned out as Doyeon rambled, sipping her drink and chewing her food as she people watched. Families bustling to find their gates and business people rushing to make sure their flights were still on time. People watching was nice, Y/N couldn’t say she hated it. It was only awkward when people stared right back at her.

 Which was the case as her eyes flitted over to two business men and their frantic looking assistant. One of the men, the slightly taller one with black hair, turned his head and locked eyes with Y/N as she sat and chewed her food slowly. They were both entranced, not really paying attention to their surroundings. The result was the man running into a trash can at full force, knocking it over and eventually falling on top of it as it rolled around.

 The loud crash knocked Y/N out of the trance and all attention was on the three standing by the trash can as several airport employees rushed over to help clean up. “That’s one way to wake up.” Y/N mumbled as she turned away, facing Doyeon once more with a smile. It was loud, sure, but it was funny.

 By the time they were shuffling onto the airplane for the long flight ahead, Y/N was fully awake and ready to nap once more as the caffeine was starting to wear off a little. Doyeon ahead of her quickly found her seat, Y/N sliding in afterward as quick as she could. Doyeon nearly squealed once the plane started to move, gripping onto Y/N’s arm tightly as the plane took off and she knew then that it was way too late to back out now.

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 “Did you grab the sunscreen?” Doyeon called from the kitchen in the hotel room, a frown forming when Y/N called back a loud no in response. She sighed as she set her beach bag down once more to make sure it really was missing.

 It had only been four days, the pair only having been to the beach three times in that time frame. One time wasn’t even during the day, it was at night. The bellhop who had helped bring their bags up to the room had raved about the crabs on the beach at night, so the pair decided to go crab hunting in the dark. It was eventful, to say the least. It didn’t explain the missing sunscreen, though.

 “We can just get more at the convenient store on the way.” Y/N suggested as she emerged from the bathroom, placing her sunglasses on top of her head and looking at Doyeon. “Besides, I want to pick up some snacks from there. They have really good honey chips that I honestly think I’m addicted to.”

 “Snacks do sound good. Okay, let’s go.” Doyeon quickly gathered her things and they were off to the store to get a plethora of snacks and sunscreen. With the needed essentials in hand, they headed to the beach to the spot they had chosen when they were there last. “I love it here, honestly.”

 “I know.” Y/N groaned as she began putting sunscreen on her legs, pouting as she looked out toward the ocean. “I know I was having issues accepting the trip before we came but I don’t think I can leave now.”

 “Maybe we can just move here.” Doyeon suggested as she turned around for help on her back, which Y/N quickly obliged to. Once they were all covered and protected, the pair sprawled out on their towels and let the relaxation set in.

 On the way back to the hotel after spending all day in the sun, Doyeon hummed with happiness at the ice cream she was eating. “We should go out tonight.” She threw the suggestion out there after swallowing the bit of ice cream she had eaten before going back in for more. Y/N’s brows furrowed a little as she ate her own ice cream, glancing at Doyeon for a brief second.

 “You want to go out?”

 “Yeah! While you went to the bathroom in that changing area, this guy came up to me and gave me this flyer.” Doyeon explained, rifling through her bag to pull out a bright blue flyer. “He said if we showed up tonight with this flyer, we could get in for free and get a free round of their signature drink.” Doyeon’s smile was wide as Y/N took the flyer from her hands. She looked over the blue paper with a frown, slowing her ice cream consumption before her shoulders were going up and down in a shrug.

 “Let’s go! We don’t really have anything planned for the morning tomorrow, anyway.” Y/N explained before finishing off her ice cream and handing the flyer back to Doyeon. “Just that dolphin viewing thing in the afternoon that you wanted to check out.”

 “If we get blacked out tonight, I promise I won’t be upset if we miss the dolphins. Let’s go get ready!” Doyeon squealed as she grabbed Y/N’s hand, dragging her back toward the hotel to get ready.

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 The club was packed, people already drunk and spilling out onto the sidewalk as they arrived. They were quickly let in at one glance of the flyer, and were just as quickly sipping on some fruity drinks once they were inside. With the music loud and alcohol slowly being pumped into her body, Y/N could feel the lingering stress that hadn’t gone away vanish with the pulse of the bass.

 “This stuff is so good! I’m going to get some more.” Doyeon half yelled to Y/N before she disappeared, though Y/N didn’t stop her. Part of her wanted to get so drunk she couldn’t remember the night they had.

 Doyeon seemed to have the same plan, as she came back with not only the fruity drinks but several shots of random liquor. Y/N didn’t question a thing as she quickly put them down, letting the burn sizzle for a few seconds before chasing it with another shot. Doyeon giggled at the face Y/N made after the fourth shot, sipping her drink fast. 

 As the music changed and the alcohol began to take effect, Doyeon dragged Y/N out onto the packed dance floor to dance with her. Somewhere along the line, more shots were offered and Y/N gladly threw them back without a question along with Doyeon. When she passed the shot glasses back, her eyes landed on a familiar face that recognized her, too. They were soon approaching her on the dance floor, squeezing through bodies to reach her.

 The last thing she could remember clearly was warm hands finding a place on her waist and a warm body pressing against her back. Her face didn’t hesitate to break out into a smile as gentle lips began peppering her exposed skin with light kisses, the trail inevitably leading to her ear. 

 “You look stunning, doll. Mouth watering, even.” The compliment was a hungry whisper, followed by teeth lightly grazing her warm skin. It left chills running down her spine and subconsciously, her body leaned back into the other holding her by her waist. “It’d be a shame if you went home with anyone else that wasn’t me.”

 “Is this your way of getting into my pants?” Y/N’s words were slurred as she clumsily spun to face him. Something about him was familiar but with her head clouded and the dark club filled with flashing lights, there was no way she could be sure. His face was handsome, though. Hair pushed back, eyes dark and looking like he really was going to devour her in seconds.

 In answer to her question, he simply shrugged while smirking, leaning back in so he didn’t have to shout over the deafening bass of the music. “And if that’s my motive in the end? Would you really deny me the pleasure of tasting you and pleasuring you as long as you wanted?”

 Her breath hitched in her throat at the suggestion, her thighs clenching together as the vague realization of just how turned on she was by that question surfaced in the fog. Y/N couldn’t hold back a whine at his suggestive words, her hands coming up to tightly grip his biceps.

 “Well, it’s working.” She ended up huffing with a pout and he laughed at her expression. He was gentle the whole time he took her hand, leading her out of the club and to a car waiting by the curb outside. 

 Y/N didn’t think to ask where they were headed as she climbed into the back and immediately climbed into his lap. She thanked fate through her clouded judgment for swaying her to choose a shorter dress for the night, making it significantly easier for her to straddle him in the back of the car. His hands found her hips and without any hints needed, his lips collided with her own in an already heated kiss. Y/N vaguely wondered if the driver was paying attention to them but the thought slipped away as his hands began guiding her hips back and forth over his growing problem.

 By the time the car had stopped at the hotel, the pair looked far too gone to have been simply just making out. Perhaps it was the alcohol in their systems but anyone who saw them knew for sure that they had either already had sex or were close to getting down in front of everyone.

 He pulled her through the lobby quickly, pressing the button for the elevator and stepping in quickly. His hands continued to roam her body, slipping under her dress a little as the elevator climbed the floors up and up.

 When they reached the room he was staying in, he dragged her quickly to his bed and pushed her back onto it. He slowed down finally when she was trying to catch her breath on his bed, slowly taking off her shoes before letting his mouth trail up her thigh from her knee. Her head lifted from the bed with a whine and his teasing ended as quickly as it’d started.

 His tongue wasted no time with exploring her throbbing heat, circling around her clit before his lips wrapped around the bud. Y/N gasped, jolting from the sudden feeling of his lips. His fingers soon followed his tongue, slipping into her easily and setting a steady pace immediately.

 It didn’t take long for her orgasm to explode through her body, loud moans echoing off the walls and surely disturbing the neighbors. He loved it, though, and made it known after his tongue gathered every last drop of her first orgasm of the night. “You’re so beautiful. You sound like an angel singing, doll.”

 “Your tongue feels like the fucking devil, though. Holy shit.” Y/N panted as she sat up, making quick work of ridding her body of the dress still clinging to her. Her hands quickly found his zipper after her dress had been discarded, unbuttoning and pulling the clothing down so it fell around his ankles. “Maybe you’ll rethink the angel bit after I’m done.”

 His teeth sunk into his bottom lip at her comment, sinking further when she solidified her insinuation of her more than unholy ways with a light kiss to his tip that was dangerously close to peeking out of his boxers. She let her tongue swipe over his clothed dick, smirking at the low groan she elicited from him.

 Teasing wasn’t on the agenda, though, and she was quick to pull his boxers down and slowly wrap her mouth around his tip. His jaw fell slack as he watched her take him inch by inch until he was hitting the back of her throat. His fingers weaved into her hair as she pulled back off him, taking in a deep breath before repeating the same action again. When he tugged on her hair after a third time, she looked up at him while he was down her throat.

 “Fucking hell, doll. Can I fuck your mouth? Will you be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth, doll?” His thumb came up to her cheek to swipe across it, a grin beaming as she hummed and nodded at him. His fingers returned to her hair after her consent and he held her head in place as his hips began to move back and forth, his dick slipping in and out of her warm mouth.

 After a few short minutes, he was spilling into her mouth and moaning as he watched some of it dribble down her chin. His lips met hers and they shared another heated kiss before pulling away for air. They stared at each other for a few seconds, chests heaving from the recent activities.

 “You are certainly no angel, doll.” He finally concluded, smiling as she giggled at the comment. His hands carefully cradled her face, eyes scanning every detail he could see as a smirk formed. “I’m certainly not done with you either, doll.”

 “Good. I was hoping there’d be more.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, sighing in content when he pushed her back onto the bed. The night was going to be long and she was definitely ready for some fun.

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 The sun seemed to burn her eyes as consciousness found her once again. Y/N groaned as she rolled over to hide from the bright light, only to fall off the edge of the bed. Immediately, she was awake and alert, her head popping up to look around the room. Her things were on a chair in the corner, along with her clothes.

 It was then that Y/N realized she was naked.

 “Oh, what the fuck?” She sighed as she looked at the rest of the room. That was filled with various pieces of men’s clothing, like a suit. A suit? As the dots connected, shuffling came from the bed and a head of black hair poked out from underneath the sheets to look at her.

 “Well good morning.”

 “So, we had sex?” It was the first question Y/N asked after being given coffee, which only happened after her initial freak out. She had justified it to the man, her reasoning being she was naked in a stranger’s bed. 

 “Yeah, we had sex.” The man chuckled, drinking his own coffee in the kitchen only wearing his underwear. Y/N couldn’t deny the man’s sex appeal, not in the slightest. It was like god had created him by hand, honestly. For once, Y/N was proud of her drunk self for scoring such a hot guy. “You don’t remember it?”

 “I had way too much to drink. You weren’t like, sober, right? You didn’t take advantage of me or something weird?” Y/N nervously bit her lip as she watched him nearly choke on his own coffee. After a few seconds of trying to calm down, he eventually sighed and hung his head.

 “No, I was definitely just as drunk. So it was a mutual drunk lust event.” He assured her and Y/N felt her body relax at the revelation. “I do remember it, though. For drunk sex, it was pretty hot.”

 Y/N couldn’t stop a blush from forming and she only nodded at him, sipping on her coffee slowly. It fell silent between the two, the only sounds coming from the sipping of coffee. Y/N didn’t know what to say or do next, biting her lip again as she set down the empty coffee cup. Luckily, as she had noticed earlier, they were in the same hotel so going back to her room wouldn’t be hard. After chewing on her lip for a few moments, she finally built up the courage to speak.

 “So, um--”

 “Would you--”

 The pair of them quickly shut up, blushing in embarrassment as they realized they’d spoken at the same time. After a few beats of silence, he was clearing his throat and Y/N looked back to see his neck and ears were a bright red still.

 “I was going to ask if you’d like to get breakfast. You don’t have to say yes, though.” He quickly added and hung his head a little at the awkward blunder. Y/N shifted in her chair, chewing on her lip again before sighing.

 “Breakfast sounds lovely, but I should go back to my room. I have no idea where my friend went.” Y/N explained and the man nodded with a warm smile. She was relieved he wasn’t taking the rejection hard, at least not outwardly. “Besides, I don’t even know you.”

 He chuckled, opening his mouth presumably to give his name, but the sound of the door being thrown open made both of them jump. With wide eyes, a man in a suit came rushing in looking all around. When he saw the man he squeaked at him and then squeaked again when he saw Y/N sitting there with the empty coffee cup.

 “Sir, the meeting is in an hour! You’re still naked!” The frazzled man whined and the other, who had taken a sip from his cup, set it down and nodded. “You need to get ready!”

 “Don’t worry, Hoseok. I’ll be ready soon. Let me show the young lady out, first.” He gave a smile to Y/N before heading to the door. Hoseok only hung his head, taking a seat on one of the chairs scattered in the room, not acknowledging Y/N gathering her things or quickly scurrying off after the man at all.

 When she reached the door, the man gave her a sheepish smile while his hand rested on the door knob. “I’m sorry our time was cut even shorter. This meeting is rather important, after all.”

 “That’s fine. Good luck!” Y/N offered, smiling her brightest as he opened the door and let her step out. As she made her way toward the elevator, a shout made her pause and look back at the man still in only his underwear standing in the middle of the hall.

 “My name is Jin. It was nice to meet you--”

 Her smile grew wider as the elevator opened up behind her, sticking her arm over the door to hold it for a few seconds longer. “Y/N. It was nice to meet you, too.”

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 “You can’t even remember?” Doyeon gasped quite loudly as they ate breakfast. Well, lunch, but it was breakfast for them. Doyeon had been passed out and sleeping quite deeply when Y/N had finally gotten back to their room. It wasn’t until about 1 pm when Doyeon finally rolled out of her bed and appeared in the kitchen for coffee. “Oh, man! You can’t even remember if his dick was big or not, how sad!”

 “Well, from what he told me, it was really good. Even for drunk sex.” Y/N only shrugged and took another bite of the strawberries they’d gotten. Doyeon frowned but it was quickly replaced as she dove into a story about some man selling plush mangoes that she ran into on the way back. Needless to say, she now had two huge plush mangoes and one was for Y/N.

 “Are you going to see him again? Jin, I mean.” Doyeon asked after a while, finishing up her coffee as Y/N only sighed. 

 “I doubt it. He’s in the same hotel and all, but that doesn’t mean I’ll see him again. Jin’s a busy man, from what it looked like.” Y/N frowned this time but Doyeon assured her that she’d catch another glimpse of the man at some point.

 Y/N didn’t take Doyeon’s promise to heart, seeing it as wishful thinking. Doyeon had been begging for Y/N to date even a little bit for so long and was most likely just hoping some fantasy scenario would happen where they’d fall in love and get married or something. That wasn’t likely but it was only three days later when Y/N was thinking maybe Doyeon’s fantasy for her wasn’t too far off the mark.

 “I didn’t think I’d run into you here.” The sudden shade and voice caused Y/N to peek her eye open, sitting up after registering who it was and smiling a little. Doyeon was soon to follow Y/N’s lead, eyes a little wide at the man seemingly looming over them.

 “It’s a small world after all.” Y/N shifted on her towel before motioning to her side. “This is my friend, Doyeon.”

 Smiling, he gently took her hand and shook it with a gentleness that left Doyeon blushing. “Ah, the friend who had possibly disappeared! I’m glad you found her.”

 “She was actually sleeping in the room when I got there. How’d your meeting go?” Y/N asked and watched as Jin took a careful seat on the end of her towel to continue chatting more comfortably. After a few moments of light chatter, Jin sighed and glanced at the way he had come.

 “Would you ladies like to come to our tent? We have a bunch of food and drinks there. There’s better shade under it, too.” Jin chewed his lip a little after he asked, and Y/N couldn’t help but find it endearing. She looked over at Doyeon, who was frantically nodding at her to accept.

 His tent wasn’t far from where they had been, reaching the moderately sized shelter in no time. Jin held the flap open for both of them, stepping inside afterward with a smile directed at the other men relaxing under the tent.

 “Usually when people go for walks along the beach, they find shells, not women.” One of the men commented, making the others chuckle as they eyed Y/N and Doyeon. Jin laughed along, carefully pulling Y/N into one side of himself and Doyeon into the other.

 “I think these two ladies make up for any shell I could possibly find. Gentlemen, meet Y/N and Doyeon.” Jin introduced, letting the information sit for a few seconds before introducing the men in the tent. “Ladies, these fine men are Taehyung, my business partner, Jaehyun, another business partner, Jinyoung, Jaehyun’s assistant, and Hoseok, Taehyung and I’s assistant.”

 Y/N awkwardly waved at the men and things quickly settled back to a more comfortable atmosphere as conversations resumed. Jin carefully led Y/N over to the food and drinks, his smile still on his face and looking quite dazzling, if she was being honest.

 “I’ll apologize in advance if any of these guys get boring. Our business lives take up a large portion of our time so it happens to be what we talk about the most.” Jin watched Y/N as she carefully picked up a snack, chuckling as she chewed and swallowed it then reached for more. She simply shrugged at his apology, though, flashing a smile his way as she ate another snack.

 “Business is going to be something I become very familiar with once I go home. So, it doesn’t hurt to start early.” She explained and Jin only nodded before he was pulled into a conversation by Jaehyun.

 As the afternoon went on, jokes and laughs filled the tent while the sun dropped lower and lower into the sky. Eventually, Jaehyun and Jinyoung excused themselves for an event they had to attend, leaving the two ladies with Jin and his partner and assistant.

 “Listen, there’s this party tonight, it’s on a partner of ours’ yacht.” Jin explained as it started to grow a bit cooler everywhere. “It’d be really awesome if you ladies could join us.”

 “Oh, that’d be wonderful! Definitely would liven up the party.” Taehyung smiled, winking at Doyeon and causing her to blush. She made eye contact with Y/N and with a smile, they both nodded.

 “Great! Wear something more on the formal side. It’s not a black tie event but it’s definitely on the classy side.” Jin said before they parted ways in the hotel lobby.

 As the elevator doors closed behind the girls while they walked down the hallway to their room, Doyeon couldn’t help but gasp a little in shock. “We just got invited to a fancy boat party.”

 “One of those businessmen winked at you.” Y/N stated and Doyeon scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

 “Yeah? Well, you slept with one of them.”

 “Fair point. Let’s go; I call shower first!”

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 The soft lights that twinkled along the railings outside of the boat reflected off the warm ocean water below and made everything around look like it was glowing. To say it looked magical was an understatement. Doyeon and Y/N were breathless as security let them onto the boat, their eyes both wide and absorbing all they could of the large vessel.

 “You ladies look gorgeous!” Hoseok greeted them as they stepped inside the boat, his smile large and inviting. A comfort among all these fancy looking people, Y/N realized. They followed him through the people, heading right for a table toward the back. Jin was there, a seat next to him on either side with another empty seat next to Taehyung. The rest of the table was filled with various men and women, colleagues of Jin’s that he was close enough with to joke around.

 As they approached the table, Jin’s eye caught Y/N and his smile grew larger as he took her in. He quickly ushered the ladies over to their side of the table, Doyeon taking the seat next to Taehyung as Y/N got comfortable next to Jin. The table dissolved into idle chatter among everyone as the Y/N adjusted in her seat.

 “You look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N.” Jin’s breath fanned across her neck, making her swallow thickly. She had picked a red shimmery dress, not knowing why she’d brought it at first but now thankful she had. When she glanced up at Jin, he was smiling but his eyes hid something and it was only after his attention was pulled away for a brief second that she realized it was lust.

 A chill ran down her spine at the thought, teeth finding purchase in her bottom lip as her thoughts began to run in a frenzy. Was he really giving her such a look earlier? Sure, they’d slept together once, and he was the one who had remembered everything. But would he really give her that kind of look with so many people around?

 Her thoughts disappeared as soon as food arrived and her attention was brought to the food and table conversation. Y/N realized she had met Jaehyun and Jinyoung already, easily falling into a conversation with Jinyoung about nonsense things. By the time dessert rolled around, the comfort Y/N was feeling had grown immensely.

 It was only as she took a spoonful of the pudding placed before her that her body was freezing up and screaming at the sudden sensation. Jin’s hand rested on her thigh under the table, out of view of everyone around them. He didn’t move it, only his thumb brushed the bare skin of her thigh slowly back and forth. It took a lot of strength to relax again, the pudding on her spoon finally finding its way into her mouth. Butterflies were erupting when his hand slowly moved up a few inches, pushing her dress up that much further. People had to know what was happening, that Jin was touching her under the table like this.

 Nothing further happened as dessert finally came to a close and people began to branch off and explore different parts of the boat. Y/N nervously followed after Jin as he asked her for a walk along the deck, her face feeling hot with the lingering touch he’d left only moments before.

 The night air was cool against her warm face as they walked, Jin occasionally greeting people that passed by. Eventually, they reached a fairly deserted part of the deck where none of the guests or crew seemed to be.

 “You really do look absolutely stunning in that dress.” Jin commented as they stood near the rail, staring up at the stars above. Y/N blushed at the comment, opening her mouth to thank him, only for Jin to interrupt her and continue speaking. “I really couldn’t get the image out of my head of how you looked without anything on, though.”

 Y/N’s breath hitched as Jin turned toward her, his eyes reflecting that look she’d seen earlier. It was dark, almost dangerous. It left a warm feeling tingling in her stomach as she took it in. “Really?”

 “I kept thinking about how this pretty red dress would look as I took it off. As I pushed it off and kissed every inch of your body again and again.” Jin leaned closer as he lowered his voice, his lips brushing Y/N’s ear and setting her skin on fire. Her throat felt closed up, making it hard to voice how she wanted to feel his hands on her. She wanted to feel it all and remember every second of it this time around.

 Carefully, she took one of his hands and brought it under her dress so he could feel her panties. “I want it too, Jin.” Y/N whispered and she shivered as he growled in her ear. His fingers carefully maneuvered her panties aside, toying with her clit before sliding into her slowly. She couldn’t help the whine that escaped her and she quickly grabbed his arm to stop any movements he made. “I-I want more than that, please.”

 Jin nearly came at her plea, a soft moan leaving him as her hands reached out to shakily undo his pants. Beating her to it, Jin was pulling them down far enough to pull his dick out and was quickly pushing her dress up while holding her leg up and wrapping it around his waist. 

 “I want you to be quiet, darling. We can’t have anyone finding us over here, yeah?” Y/N nodded her head and quickly slapped a hand over her mouth as Jin pushed her panties aside and slid into her with ease. He stilled when he was fully inside her, his forehead resting against her shoulder for a few seconds as he tried to calm down some. “Fuck, this feels even better sober.”

 Y/N only whimpered in agreement, pressing her hand hard against her face as he began to move his hips expertly. She couldn’t deny that the feel of his dick inside her was the best feeling she’d had in a long while. She hated that she couldn’t remember what it felt like the first time it was inside her but the thought quickly left her mind as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

 “J-Jin--” She gasped between her fingers, blushing at the volume of her voice. He only smirked, his fingers digging into her leg and hip as he held her against the rail of the ship. “P-Please, harder.”

 “My angel wants it harder, does she?” Jin smirked a little as his hand on her hip slid down to her clit, his thumb carefully rubbing the small bud as he slammed into her more forcefully than he had been. Y/N couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped her at that point, her orgasm so close that her senses were failing her. With a few more thrusts, her head was falling back and she was staring at the stars above them as her orgasm washed over her. Jin was close behind, burying his face in her neck as he spilled into her.

 They stayed like that for a few minutes, letting the atmosphere settle down around them. Jin was the first to move, pressing a light kiss to her neck before he carefully pulled out of her. He smiled at Y/N as he then cleaned her up gently, wadding up the tissues he had used and throwing them away in a nearby trash can.

 The silence that enveloped them was comforting, instead of awkward or embarrassed. When Jin came back over to Y/N, he was quick to wrap his arms around her and stare out over the ocean with her doing the same. The warmth of the breeze tickled her cheeks and Y/N smiled and let her head fall back against his shoulder.

 “At least this time you got me dinner beforehand.” Y/N quipped and Jin laughed while nodding. The rest of their time up there was spent staring at the stars and dark ocean water, quiet conversation flowing like a waterfall between the two as they stayed in their own little version of reality for a short time.

 It was only when the boat was docking again and they were standing on shore again that Jin promised he’d see her again. Y/N left him with a kiss that solidified that promise that  they’d meet again for sure, like he had said.

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 “Are you all packed up?” Y/N watched as Jin pulled on his boxers that had been on the floor, shoving his shoes over toward his waiting luggage. The answer was obvious, but she wanted to fill the space with something before she’d have to leave. The word ‘goodbye’ was leaving a bitter taste in her mouth as it tried to crawl up.

 “I finished before you came over, except a few things. I’ll get those in the morning.” Jin explained before climbing back into bed next to her. His arms wrapped around her, only humming in content when she was flush against him under the sheets. Y/N smiled at the gesture, wiggling closer and sighing in content at the warmth he radiated. 

 Silence fell over them, sleep evading both of them as their thoughts ran wild. Like Jin had promised, since the night of the yacht dinner, they’d met up quite frequently. It was almost scandalous, Y/N had said one night after they had messed around. They were almost sneaking around even though there was no need to.

 They didn’t always just have sex, though. Y/N was thankful that sometimes when they met up, Jin would take her out for dinner or shopping or something. Almost like cute dates. 

 That was the catch, though. They were almost like dates, almost like lovers enjoying a vacation together. Y/N had told Jin before that a relationship wasn’t what she wanted, she couldn’t have one. Her career was important to her and Jin had said he understood that completely. Y/N wasn’t so sure if he really did.

 The silence only lasted a few minutes longer before Y/N was sighing and wiggling out of his hold and out of the bed. She avoided looking at his face, knowing he probably looked hurt to some degree. Her heart was already screaming at her for leaving but it needed to be done. She couldn’t stay with Jin forever.

 “Where are you going?” Jin’s voice was quiet, almost like he was afraid of it breaking if he spoke any louder. Slipping her underwear back on, Y/N finally looked back at him with a pained looking smile.

 “I have to go now, Jin. I can’t stay the night.” Y/N forced herself to look away as she searched for her shirt, slipping it on next. She was hoping this would be painless, quick. She wanted a shower and some sleep tonight before her flight home, after all. “My flight is really early tomorrow.”

 “Well, you’re all packed, right? You could just stay here and I’ll help you wake up--”

 “Jin, no. I can’t.” Y/N sighed and she’s holding her shoes when she glances at him. It was a mistake; she realized too late that she should’ve avoided looking at him all together. He looks so hurt, like Y/N was almost ripping a piece of him out and taking it with her. Maybe she was, after all.

 “Well, at least leave your number or email or something. I don’t want to lose you forever.” Jin pleads with her, almost desperate sounding. Y/N guessed that he was desperate, though. His eyes looked like they were glistening in the moonlight seeping in through the blinds. “I want you in my life.”

 “Jin, you know that I can’t involve myself with anyone like that. I have a career to focus on and so do you. Please, don’t make this harder than it already is.” Y/N takes a step toward the door, looking just as pained as Jin looks. He scrambled from the bed, approaching her and stopping a few inches away.

 “This can’t be goodbye. Please, Y/N…” He trailed off, his voice quiet again like it had been earlier. Y/N looked away, looked down at her toes and then at the carpet. Anywhere but him. The tension was stifling and when she finally opened her mouth to speak, Jin interrupted her. “At least...can I kiss you one last time?”

 It wasn’t a good idea, Y/N’s brain was screaming that but her heart won out this time. She gave a small nod and Jin carefully lifted her chin so their eyes could meet. Jin hesitated for a second before gently pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was bittersweet, soft and everything that Jin wanted to say shoved into one kiss. It didn’t last long, not as long as Jin wanted. Y/N was slipping out of his touch, out of the room, out of his life, sooner than he wanted.

 Walking down the hallway, Y/N covered her mouth with one hand and her body silently shook with the tears she was trying to hold back. Her heart was shattering and it was strange, but not really. She only knew Jin for two weeks and yet she felt so much for him already. It was crazy, Y/N thought she had to have been crazy. This kind of stuff only happens in movies and cheesy romance novels; not reality where they lived and breathed and everything that happened with Jin was real. In the real world, Y/N knew that things weren’t a fairy tale and wouldn’t work out like Jin hoped or Y/N wished for.

 Stepping into the elevator, Y/N let out a shaky breath and watched the doors close on the happiness that her heart finally found but was denied. She had a career to focus on, after all.

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 Doyeon flashed Y/N another sad look as she made tea in the kitchen. The TV was set up for a movie, some random action film that Doyeon had wanted to see ages ago. Y/N was sitting on the couch, staring off into space and way more quiet than Doyeon had ever seen her.

 She knew it had something to do with the handsome businessman that shall not be named. The morning they had to leave, Y/N had looked like a wreck. It was obvious she’d been crying all night and Doyeon didn’t need to be told what it was about. Or rather, who it was about. She just let Y/N rest on her during the plane ride back home and didn’t say a word.

 It’d been two weeks since they had gotten home, and Y/N looked just as distraught as that morning. If Doyeon could only look into her brain, then she’d see the constant thoughts of Jin that ran through it.

 Y/N didn’t know why her thoughts were so focused on Jin. They hadn’t known each other for longer than two weeks at most; so why was he still there in her mind? She couldn’t get over his smile, his laugh, his hands, the way they touched her. Y/N missed him entirely too much for someone that she only knew for two weeks.

 Part of her regretted not keeping in contact with him. Maybe she should’ve given her number or something to him. It was cruel of her to just cut things off entirely. Y/N felt awful for hurting Jin like she had and wanted nothing more than to go back and perhaps fix things.

 Her mind wandered to how things could have been if she’d just let herself be human. Having a relationship wasn’t evil, she knew that. Y/N even tried to reason with her mind that despite wanting a career and to be successful in the career of her choice, she could still have a healthy relationship.

 The truth of the matter was that she knew that she didn’t have to push Jin away like she had; there could’ve been a healthy and great relationship there. Somewhere deep down, though, Y/N was scared. She was scared of being hurt and she didn’t want the hurt to consume her entirely. But maybe it already had consumed her.

 The thoughts quickly disappeared as she furrowed her brows and tried to remind herself for the reason why things ended like they did. She had a job starting soon and didn’t need anyone getting in the way of her doing her best. Y/N needed to focus on the goal here and find her determination again to start a successful career.

 That’s what ran through Y/N’s head as she stepped into the large building downtown three days later bright and early in the morning. Her nerves were chaotic as she nervously approached the receptionist sitting in the lobby of the building.

 “Hi! How can I help you?” The woman smiled brightly at Y/N, pausing her typing to turn her focus all on her. Taking a deep breath, Y/N smiled back and tried to look more relaxed.

 “Hi. I’m supposed to start working here today?” Y/N said more as a question than a statement that she was sure of entirely. The girl just nodded, though, turning toward her monitor and smiling wider after a few clicks.

 “Y/N Y/L?” When Y/N nodded, the girl nodded quickly and began gathering papers. “It’s great to meet you! Welcome to the company, I’m Sooyoung! I’m the receptionist down here but I hope we can be friends!” She excitedly explained before standing up and rounding the desk. Y/N was quick to follow after her after she motioned toward the elevators.

 “You’ll be working closely with the higher ups, actually! They’re waiting to discuss your duties in one of the conferences rooms on the 57th floor.” Sooyoung explained further before pressing the button. “I promise they aren’t that scary, really. Except Mr. Choi, he’s kind of creepy.” Sooyoung made a disgusted face but quickly replaced it with another smile as she faced Y/N. “It shouldn’t be a problem, though! I know you’ll do great.”

 The elevator stopped with a pleasant ding, and Sooyoung stepped off as soon as the doors opened. Y/N followed, taking in the office scene of cubicles and miscellaneous typing filing the air. Sooyoung didn’t stop, though, and instead continued down a hallway to the right of the elevator. She turned right again after a while and when they reached the end of a shorter hallway, she stopped and motioned to the room on the left.

 “Good morning Mr. Kim, Mr. Kim, and Mr. Choi! I have the new employee here with me!” Sooyoung called into the room, most likely offering them a smile before she dipped back out to hand the papers to Y/N. “Good luck, Y/N!”

 Y/N watched her walk away and gulped a little before cautiously stepping into the conference room where the men sat, now silent. “Good morning.” Her voice was light as she bowed a little in respect before standing up straight. 

 The world froze as her eyes landed on the person farthest to the left at the end of the table. His body seemed to freeze, as well, though his colleagues didn’t point it out. Y/N almost forgot she was supposed to move until a few chuckles were heard.

 “You can take a seat right here, Ms. Y/N.” It was Mr. Choi who spoke and Y/N could only nod at him. Forcing her body to move, she shuffled over and took the seat that he had motioned to moments before. “Welcome, officially, to the company. I know you applied for another position, but the three of us decided that you would fit better as one of our assistants. Specifically, mine.”

 The words that they spoke after that seemed to go in one ear and out the other, which was an issue since Y/N needed this information to do her job. Luckily, Mr. Choi was nice enough to have a document detailing her duties clearly available for her. 

 “Any more information or work that comes up will just be explained as it comes.” Mr. Choi explained, smiling as he clapped his hands and looked at his business partners. “Anything to add, Kim?”

 All eyes drifted to the left most person, who seemed to choke on air before shaking his head. “Welcome to the company, Ms. Y/N.” His voice was quiet and it was odd to hear. Y/N just nodded at him, muttering a thank you as the meeting came to an end.

 Mr. Choi led Y/N to her desk as she gathered everything she’d been given. After showing her the desk she’d be using, which had a computer set up and was quite isolated near his own office, Mr. Choi disappeared into his office and left Y/N alone to get settled. Y/N only dumped her things off, making sure to grab her phone as she bolted for the bathroom.

 Tears threatened to fall as she quickly locked herself into the bathroom once she found it, hands trembling the whole time she tried to dial the familiar number of her best friend’s phone. “Pick up, please.” She begged as the phone kept ringing constantly until a click was heard and relief flooded her system.

 “Y/N? Are you okay? Aren’t you at work?” Doyeon’s voice crackled over the phone and Y/N couldn’t hold back the small sob any longer. Doyeon’s tone quickly changed as she heard it, dropping something that she was holding onto the counter in the kitchen, most likely. “Are you crying? Seriously, Y/N, are you okay? Are you still at work?”

 “Doyeon…” She trailed off, sounding a little teary as she spoke. She was trying so hard to hold it back, not wanting to cry on her first day. But her heart was hurting from the unexpected shock she’d received only moments before. “Doyeon, how could I be so stupid?”

 “What are you talking about?”

 “How could I not research just who owned this stupid company?” Y/N ignored Doyeon’s confused question, still rambling to herself before she sighed. Doyeon would have to know more of the story if she was going to get any comfort out of this panic call. “He works here, Do. Jin fucking works here.”

 The silence that came from the other end of the phone was deafening until Doyeon was cursing in her ear. “Shit, Y/N. You fucked your boss…”

 “I know.”

 “Like, multiple times!”

 “I know.”

 “And then totally ripped out his heart and threw it away like garbage.” Doyeon sighed as she fell onto the couch. Y/N scoffed at that, rolling her eyes even if Doyeon couldn’t see her.

 “Thanks for reminding me, Do. Not like I wasn’t already reliving that the moment I saw him.” 

 “Sorry.” Doyeon sheepishly apologized and it grew silent again as Y/N chewed on her lip. This was quite the situation, not something she had expected in a million years. How was she going to survive working here? “What are you going to do, Y/N? Are you going to quit?”

 Y/N thought for a moment before sighing. “No, I’m not quitting. I don’t have to work with him in close contact, anyway. So I should be fine...right?” Y/N’s voice sounded hopeful and Doyeon was nice enough to return that same hopeful tone in confirmation.

 “You’re gonna do great, Y/N. I know that and you know that. All you got to do is just focus on your work. Do that and come home and then do it again.” Doyeon laid out, smiling on her end of the phone when she heard Y/N’s sigh. Even if she couldn’t see her, Y/N knew there was a smile on her friend’s face.

 When Y/N finally returned to her desk, finding some reports and things to work on piled up on the surface, she put her phone away and sorted things out. Doyeon had reminded her that her priority was working, not some guy she hooked up with on vacation. Y/N just had to remind herself she could do this and that her past wouldn't get in the way of her job performance.

 At least, Y/N hoped that things would go smoothly with Jin as one of her new bosses.

[woorenergy]

"Wanna, like- I mean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?" with Remile please 💙

welp I thought it’d be longer, but it’s better that way !! gimme some cute-ass prompts and a ship

Words : ~900 words

Warnings : none that I can think of, but lmk if I missed something !

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Remy didn’t expect to meet someone at work, especially someone that cute. Logan was always making sure he stayed on track, and tried to keep him focus whenever he would talk for too long to a customer. But he was willing to have him on his back if he could have any conversation with Emile.Emile regularly stopped by to drink a coffee, sometimes accompanied by a friend or his brother. At first, they didn’t really pay attention to each other, but Remy couldn’t help but start a conversation when the young man mentioned Over The Garden Wall- one of his favorite cartoons. Needless to say he was delighted to discover they were both chatty persons, and it was all they needed to get along rather quickly.

It was now unusual not to see Emile around during the morning. He would sit at the counter, order his favorite drink, and talk to Remy- at least if he wasn’t too busy.So, when the man wasn’t around this morning, Remy started to freak out. What if something had happened to him ? Like, an accident on his way ? Well, he didn’t have to come by every day, but overthinking was one of his favorite hobby. And he kind of missed his friend, too.

The day was calm, for some reason, and Remy just kept working under Logan’s gaze. But, by the end of the day, when all the customers were gone, a man in a tie and cardigan caught his eye, and a smile immediately spread across his face.

“Hi Rem !” Emile greeted, looking somewhat breathless and exhausted as he came closer to the counter.

“Sorry sir, we’re about to close. We don’t take orders anymore,” Logan said before Remy could even open his mouth.

“Oh- no, no, I’m not here for that ! I just wanted to talk to your coworker, if you don’t mind.”

Logan shrugged, then started to walk away to gather his things, Remy supposed. “As you wish, you still have a few minutes before closing time. But I’m not spending the whole evening here.”

“Ugh, seriously Lo, chill out,” Remy grumbled before paying attention to Emile again. “What’s up, pretty boy ? It felt weird not having you around today.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I thought a patient had cancelled their appointment, but I forgot it was for the next week, so I had to rush to work, and… yeah, I didn’t really have time for a breakfast or even a coffee today. Anyway-” Emile cleared his throat, “I wanted to ask you if you had anything planned for tomorrow.”

“Er… I don’t think so. Well, maybe my cousin will ask me to keep an eye on his child, but that’s about it. Why ?”

“Oh ! Well, um- do you wanna, like- I mean, if you’re not too busy… Maybe we could get lunch ? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time ?” Emile blushed profusely and, suddenly, the floor seemed like something very interesting to look at. “Like, we’ve been talking for a while now, so I thought- perhaps you’d be fine with a date or something ?”

Remy kept staring at the other in disbelief, his eyes widening behind his sunglasses. There was no way this was actually happening, right ? One of the cutest, funniest, most interesting and dedicated guys he’d met was interested in having a date with him, and, for once, that wasn’t something he had invented ? There was no fucking way.

“I-” Remy took a quick breath after a moment of silent. “I’d love that, Emile.”

“Really !?”

The two men actually met each other’s eyes for the first time today, and Remy felt like he was going to turn into a puddle in a few seconds. He had no idea how he never saw the kindness and love in Emile’s gaze before.

“Well, uh- I guess we should meet up here, right ? Is noon fine with you ?”

“Totally ! Oh, I’m so excited ! We should exchange numbers, too, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Remy didn’t need to be told twice and quickly entered his number in Emile’s phone, trying to hide his excitement (though his shaking hands were betraying him). He had a reputation to keep, after all.

“Sorry, I wanted to ask you sooner, but… yeah, I didn’t know how without looking like a creep.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you, I would’ve accepted to go on a date sooner. Way sooner.”

“O-Oh… I see. Well, see you tomorrow ? I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Yeah, you do that. See you, Emile.”

The man stayed on his spot for a second, then shook his head and left the establishment, shyly waving his hand at the other. Remy couldn’t help but smile, staring at him until he was out of sight.

“Are you done being a mess ? I have to close now,” Logan brought him back to reality with a hint of mockery in his voice.

“Logan, I think I’m in love.”

“No joke. Now move, I want to get back home, if you don’t mind.”

Remy rolled his eyes but followed his coworker outside anyway once he had gathered all his stuff.