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futturmanspookie · 2 months

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Paparazzi

Summary – You're a paparazzi who Derek fought with, and now he owes you something Pairing – Derek Danforth X Male!Reader Tags – +18 Smut, MLM, Oneshot, Penetration, Unprotected sex, No genitalia specified, Doggy style, Missionary, Dirty talk, pet names (Babe, honey and darling)

You were one of the greatest paparazzis of the whole country. Always with the best angles, and always finding A LOT about famous people's life.

But it obviously had it's downsides, like now.

You were sitting on a chair on Boston's general police department, besides with Derek Danforth; son of the newly elected president of United States of America.

What happened for you two to end in this situation? Basically, you were taking some pictures of him as he walked out of a club and you both had a fight.

He punched you and you retorted, you only defended yourself tho, so you could easily file a complaint about him.

The fact is; punching you would give him a really bad reputation, what wouldn't be any good for his mother's campaign on next elections.

He couldn't risk you suing him and the media discovering he started fights with innocent paparazzis.

So he would do what he always did with everyone he assaulted, damaged or bruised. He would bribe you.

"What do you want to not fill a complaint, huh?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the chair. "Money? Fame? Success? I can give you whatever you want."

Money didn't interested you, and you also didn't wanted to end like the people you photographed... But there was certainly one thing you wanted.

"I want a interview." You said, smirking and crossing your legs, turning your head to look at Derek.

"What?" Derek asked, a confused frown appearing on the Danforth's face. "I just said i could give you whatever you wanted, and you want a interview?" He asked, clearly not understanding what you mean.

"Yeah, but you have to be sincere, and let me ask whatever i want to." You answered, smirking and crossing your arms.

He ran a hand through his hair, looking down as if he was thinking about that. It would probably just end up in a random gossip page, and it's not like he had something to hide.

"Alright." He answered shrugging.

You smiled at that, your smile seeing just as devious as your ideas were. Of course you wouldn't throw a chance like that away.

"When and where you want to do this "interview"?" Derek asked, leaning back against his chair and looking back at you.

"Now, at my hotel room." You said confidently, looking at Derek straight in the eyes.

"Seriously?" He asked groaning in annoyance.

"Yeah." You answered, smiling and shrugging.

You get up and looks around, tilting your head towards the exit and shoving your hands on your pockets.

Derek got up and followed you, taking in your looks. He never thought he would met such a good looking paparazzi. In his head, people with this kind of job were all ugly.

You lead Derek to your hotel, it was one of those fancy 6 stars hotels. Derek was happy he wouldn't need to go to a cheap place, he hated cheap places.

As soon as you two got into the elevator, Derek looked at you, up and down.

"How old are you?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the elevator's mirror.

"Twenty-four." You answered, smirking.

"Hm." He mumbled, looking away. Okay, so you were old enough for him.

The elevator rings signaling you arrived your floor. You both walk out of the elevator and you lead him towards your room.

237

Derek would remember that number, certainly would.

When you two enter, it looked just like you left this morning; messy sheets, your laptop and an notebook on the coffee table, your bag open in the corner of the room.

You leave your camera case on the floor and walk towards one of the armchairs, sitting on it and grabbing your notebook from the coffee table.

"Feel free to sit down." You said, smirking at Derek.

Derek furrows his brows, but smirks a bit too. He walks towards the other armchair and sits on it, he looks around taking his surroundings.

"So..?" He asked as his gaze moved back to yours, he tried to sound impatient, but he clearly was in no hurry.

You didn't had any questions to ask. You wasn't an interviewer and certainly wouldn't expect having the chance to interview someone like Derek. You desperately needed to think on something.

"You, hm... Like what you do?" You asked, looking down at the notebook and then up at Derek.

"You mean, being the CEO of my family's business?" He asked, leaning back against the armchair.

"Yeah..." You answered, biting your lip and hitting your feet against the floor anxiously.

"Yeah... I think." He answered, shrugging and taking a deep breath.

You sigh and write it down, your look shifting between the paper and Derek, he seemed totally uninterested. You needed something better than usual questions.

"Have you, ever thought of dating a fan?" You asked, trying to make more interesting questions.

It drew Derek's attention, making him look down at you and smirk a bit.

"No, maybe one hookup... But not dating." He said, chuckling a bit.

You took a deep breath, thinking twice about your next question as wrote Derek's last answer down on the paper.

"Have you ever fantasized about other guys?" You asked, gulping dryly and staring at Derek.

His eyes widen and his brows furrow.

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking away and then back at you.

"Fucking other guy, you know." You said shrugging, your grip on the pencil getting tighter.

He stayed quiet for some seconds and then looked down at your notebook.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked, smirking a bit and sitting up straight.

"Huh... Is just a question, you know, it interests the public." You answered, stumbling in your own words as your gaze wandered to the ground.

Derek's smile turned into a grin and he got up, walking closer and holding your chin, making you look up at him.

"I don't think the public is the one interested on it." He hissed, leaning in a bit in a way you could feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin.

Your gaze didn't left his as you got up. His hand moved to the side of your face, his thumb softly rubbing against your cheek.

"You know, you're not that bad for a motherfucker that photographs people without their consent." He whispered moving in and kissing your lips.

You quickly kissed him back, moving your hands up to the back of Derek's head and letting his tongue enter your mouth.

Derek's free hand quickly move down your butt without much ceremony, he's quite touchy.

He lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his torso, and now he could carry you to the bed

Derek dropped you on the big, fancy bed. Leaning over you and kissing your neck, starting to unbutton your shirt with one of his hands.

His left arm was wrapped around you as he shoved his hand under your shirt, touching your chest briefly and gripping on your neck.

"Fuck, you're hot." He mumbled against your skin, he enjoyed the soft gasps you let scape.

"What the fuck are we doing?" You ask, groaning a bit. You couldn't tell if it was a pleasure or annoyance groan.

"We are having fun, babe-" He whispered, licking and biting on your neck. You tilted your head back, sighing softly.

His hand quickly sneaked to your belt, undoing it as his wet kisses moved down to your collarbone.

You didn't knew why you were doing it, but you wasn't against having sex with Derek, either. So you just decided to let i happen.

His hands slip into your pants, and he slowly starts masturbating you, making you moan and squirm.

You move your hands to Derek's shirt, unbuttoning it and struggling to slip it down his arms.

He helps you, taking it off and throwing it on the corner of the room before getting back to masturbate you.

"You're so sensitive~" He whispered against your ear, biting your earlobe and pulling his hand away.

You groan in frustration, wanting to feel Derek's touch again. He chuckled and starts pulling your pants off.

You lift your hips for him, making it easier for your pants and underwear to slip off. Derek takes some seconds admiring you before pulling away.

"Get on all fours for me." He said, smirking and looking at you up and down. He liked how you looked like a mess already, your unbuttoned shirt slipping down your shoulders.

You obey him eagerly, what you never thought on doing. You wasn't the obedient type, submissive... But damn, it was Derek Danforth... That man could boss you as much as he wanted too.

Derek smiled and moved his hands from your thighs to your buttcheeks. He held them, squeezing and feeling the soft flesh.

"You have such a pretty ass, baby." He said as moved his hands down your thighs again and leaning in to kiss your rear.

You blushed, your hands tugging on the sheets as your cheek was pressed against the mattress.

You watched him positioning behind you and opening his belt. He bent over you, whispering on your ear.

"All i thought since we got out that police department was how i was going to fuck you when we got here." He whispered, kissing your earlobe and pulling his dick out of his pants.

You could feel his throbbing length against your entrance. Fuck, you never felt so eager in your whole life.

He spit in his hand and slathered it all over his cock. He slid his dick between your buttcheeks a few times, groaning lowly.

"You like that?" He asked, tugging on your hair as the other hand held on your ass. You nodded quickly, moaning a bit. You nodded eagerly, your hair falling over your face.

He then pulled away a bit and teased the head of his cock against your tight hole, spitting on it again.

Your breath hitched, feeling him pulling into you slowly.

"Fuck~" You moaned as gripped tighter on the sheets and buried your face further on the mattress.

"No- No... Look at me babe." He said, tugging your hair and making you look up at him. "I want to see you falling apart, honey..." He whispered, leaning in and kissing your lips softly.

Once he was full inside of you, making you pant and moan lowly, he started moving. His thrusts were already fast, making your moans get eventually louder.

It hurts a bit, but the faint pain is subsided by the overwhelming pleasure of feeling him inside of you.

"Damn, you're so fucking hot-" He growled as pumped into you like it was his last day of life. "I want to cum all over this tight, perfect little ass of yours-" He whispered, bitting on your neck and then pulling away, straightening his posture.

You kept moaning and whined softly when Derek pulled at your hair. "So good-" You groan lowly, Derek's other hand finding support on your lower back.

The sticky and wet slapping filled the room, together with the hitting of the bed against the wall and the moans from both of you.

He then turned you around, making you lie on your back as kept his cock inside of you. You looked beautiful; teary eyes, messy hair, rosy cheeks. Derek felt like he could keep fucking you for two weeks straight.

He leaned in kissing on your chest and sucking on your nipples, his thrusts turning steady and deeper.

"God- So tight~" He groaned, moving his kisses up your neck.

You clenched around him a bit, making him go crazy. He thrusted deeper and bit on your earlobe.

"Fuck, baby- Don't do this... I may cum too early-" He whispered on your ear, biting your earlobe again.

He slowly pulled away and got on his knees, holding your inner thighs and thrusting faster and deeper inside of him.

You moaned and squirmed underneath him, your hands running up his abdomen looking for more physical contact.

"Tell me what do you want, tell me, darling... Come on." He said, panting and growling lowly.

"I- I want you to keep fucking me like this, Derek-" You whimpered, your hands clenching and scratching him a bit.

"Oh... I know you want it babe~" He whispered, thrusting even deeper and gripping tighter on your thighs.

You moan louder, feeling his dick reaching a really sensitive point. He bents over you again, one of his hands sneaking up to stroke you.

"Cum for me, babe... Come on-" He whispered, kissing you softly. You moaned against his lips, arching your back as he touched you.

Soon you came, with a loud and high pitched moan. He kept pumping into you after your orgasm, what felt like heaven.

After a few seconds he came too, letting out a guttural moan and falling over you.

"You're incredible..." He whispered, caressing your cheek and kissing your lips softly.

He pulled out of you and looked down at your hole, dripping with his cum.

"Damn... Look who's now my little cumslut." He said, chuckling and pulling his thumb inside of you, making you shiver.

"Don't do it!" You said, blushing.

"What?" He asked, chuckling and pulling his thumb away.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, and then Derek slowly crawled over you.

"I'm going to take a bath, wanna join me, Mr. Paparazzi?" He asked, his breath hot against your face.

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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever.

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

A/n: Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurou, @murdereddaydreams and @vanille--kiss for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment, he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place.

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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⚬ pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 4342 ⚬ warnings: brief drug mention ⚬ genres: mainly just fluff! college/uni!au

✧✎ synopsis: your longtime campus crush just received an interesting dare: to ask you out on a date. while the circumstances are questionable, you aren’t going to decline. maybe this is your ticket to romance.

✧✎ a/n: if this title or plot sounds familiar, then that’s bc i finally accomplished a goal of mine: to rewrite i dare you. this was a fic i originally wrote in 2016!! i did change some aspects, so not everything is identical. PLS ENJOY ;w;

The bells to the café door jingled.

Normally, you wouldn’t be so attentive about the customers filtering in and out, but at that moment, your gaze shot over the lid of your laptop like a harpoon. It was roughly the right time, the right day. According to your judgement, this was when they usually came for their morning coffees. Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seungcheol: a very popular trio amongst the likings of your campus.

Jeonghan was a nursing student. Clean-cut, charming to a degree of annoyance, and always ordered a boring black coffee. The second boy, Joshua, was cute enough to stop you in your tracks and force a double-take. However, he liked mathematics, numbers, weird formulas which looked more torture than learning. He preferred lattes with foam. And then there was Seungcheol. You wouldn’t call him your true love, because you didn’t know him all that well, and as far as he was concerned you were the lunatic who accidentally set pages of Joshua’s chemistry homework on fire. But that was a story for another day (you haven’t been near that Yankee candle since).

Nonetheless, you were crushing on him. Badly. To the point where you arrived at the café early, pretending to type a document on your laptop, just so you could flit your eyes every so often at his table while he slurped his chocolate mocha. You even had their scheduling memorized. It was a bit weird, and you would be the first to admit such a thing, but nothing was going to thwart you from daydreaming about those eyes of his. Or that dazzling smile. His short bursts of laughter which were usually tweezed out at Jeonghan pulling some stupid prank on Joshua. Everything about you adored him.

The trio gathered at their usual table, sat obliquely to your nook by the window. You had opened an older document that was already finished, pretended to tap against the keys while they ate a small breakfast before class. Something was different. They were giggling more than usual. And you couldn’t help but blatantly stare with concern when Joshua tore open a salt packet and poured it straight on his tongue. Jeonghan was grinning so widely that you were positive his face must be aching, and Seungcheol cackled into his fist while Joshua immediately grabbed for his latte.

A game. They were playing some sort of game.

Once Joshua had recovered, you noted that he began surveying the café, running his narrowed gaze to each table.

The second he found you huddled in the corner, attempting to shrink behind your laptop and pretend your presence was nothing but invisible, Joshua leaned into Seungcheol’s side to make a very smiley whisper. Pretend I’m working, pretend I’m working on something so damn important I can’t look up for even a second, you reiterated to yourself quietly, ignoring the panic ballooning inside you. A minute later, someone had just pulled out the chair across from you. They sat down with a slight groan, clasping their hands together.

Of course, it was Seungcheol.

“Hey.” He said, watching as you tentatively lowered the lid of your laptop, probably wondering why the hell you looked so stunned.

“What are you, um, doing?” You asked.

Seungcheol could not be sitting across from you just because he wanted to. It was impossible. And as much as that stung to admit, you knew the truth was simply that. He was definitely put up to this.

“We know each other pretty well, correct?” The boy completely ignored your question. “I know that you set Josh’s chem notes on fire. We take toxicology together. Need I say more?”

“Wow,” you replied, twiddling your fingers anxiously under the table, “that’s a whole two things. I can’t even count that high.”

“We can’t all be mathematicians,” Seungcheol moved the conversation along while he angled a white jar of sugar, “and I guess I should tell you, I’m in a predicament, which involves you.”

Your hands squeezed together so firmly that they nearly moulded into permanent fists. Seungcheol was staring at you now rather than flickering his gaze between the objects on the table, with those eyes as dark as sapphire. You were burning up, sweltering, felt like you needed to burst from your clothes and bathe in ice.

“A predicament?”

Seungcheol folded his muscular arms on the table and nodded. “Yeah, I got a dare from Josh. To ask you out. The thing is, I’m not supposed to tell you. But you seem like a nice girl.”

You swallowed very tautly and pushed down the lid of your laptop a little more. Over Seungcheol’s shoulder, you spotted both Joshua and Jeonghan observing, chuckling amongst themselves.

“Another thing,” Seungcheol added, raking a hand through his black locks, “I don’t want to lose to tweedle-dumb and tweedle-idiot over there – you can decide who’s who – so you should accept.”

Straightening your posture against the chair, you decided to spell out the situation, more for your sake than Seungcheol’s. “Let me get this straight. You got dared to ask me out. You have nothing better to do tomorrow night, so you accepted it. And I don’t have a choice.”

“Your wording is a bit disparaging. But essentially, yeah.” He leaned back with a gorgeous smile, turning up his palm. “So, down?”

At that moment, you could not believe the universe had just ladled this ridiculous possibility into your lap. A date with your biggest crush on campus. A date that so many people would be wrangling your neck to steal from you – even if it was based on an innocuous little game which Seungcheol refused to submit because he was too competitive at heart. It might not have been your most prideful choice in life, but you accepted. Any chance to spend the night with him would not be wasted as long as the offer stood.

However, you had one condition.

“I’ll do it,” you grinned, watching the boy’s expression perk like a child who just got handed a cookie, “on the account of another dare. Which you’ll find out on our fake date.”

“Fine.” Seungcheol shrugged, sliding his phone across the table so that you could enter your number. He stood up afterward, on the verge of returning to his friends when he suddenly paused.

“See you tomorrow night, sweetheart.”

There was such a rush of butterflies in your stomach, you were surprised one hadn’t flown out your mouth.

You didn’t know why you cared so much about a date that was most likely intended to humiliate you. Was Joshua still not over those chemistry sheets? Even after you spent a good two hours in the library attempting to rewrite them with your nicest, smoothest gel pel? Thoughts of what to wear, your style of makeup, and which perfume you should choose amongst the few on your dresser were awfully overwhelming. In fact, you were almost late to the park, the area Seungcheol had picked as a rendezvous point.

He rose from the bench in front of the duck pond once you arrived, checking the time on his wrist while making a tsking sound.

“Four and a half minutes late,” Seungcheol said, shaking his head, “you’re not making a good first impression, my lady.”

Obviously, you weren’t going to admit how you were stressing about a technically-fake date. In the end, you threw on a simple outfit and applied some lipstick on your way out the door, shoving the tube into a small purse hung over your shoulder. It’s not like he was treating you to a five-star restaurant by romantic candlelight. But if he ever did, you had the perfect outfit planned.

“Well, I’m here now. And with your dare.” You grinned.

Seungcheol stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Let’s hear it.”

“I dare you to buy me a week of coffee.”

At first, Seungcheol didn’t utter a thing. But then he erupted into a fit of laughter until his cheeks turned rosy like peaches.

“That’s not how this works,” he half-sighed, half-chuckled while removing a tear from his eye, “I’m rejecting it.”

“You can’t reject it! You definitely owe me. I didn’t let you lose to tweedle-dumb or tweedle-idiot. Plus, it’s low to ask someone out on a dare. I didn’t even have to show up.” Ensuring your tone was confident, you folded your arms over your chest, raised your brow at the boy, and observed him as he tapped his foot in contemplation.

“Can I have time to consider?” Seungcheol asked.

While it was tough to capitulate so easily and let him have his way, you didn’t want to spend the entirety of your night standing next to a slimy pond, debating the regulations. So you bit the bullet. Besides, Seungcheol announced that there was a party he needed to stop by, that there was a particular someone to which he owned money. It was a short walk to this brick house that reverberated with music, cars stalled up and down the street while a flood of strobing colours illuminated in the windows. Seungcheol knocked on the door quite loudly, and then he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours. You shot him a puzzled glance just as the door swung open, the stench of marijuana mingling with the cool, night air.

“Well, well, well,” a fox-eyed boy murmured after taking a long puff from his blunt, “Choi Seungcheol. It’s about damn time.”

“I was in the neighbourhood. Heard you and Soonyoung were lighting this place up. What a good turnout, huh?”

“Mmhm,” the other boy hummed unenthusiastically, leaning his wide shoulder against the doorframe, “you got the money or no?”

Seungcheol laughed. “C’mon, Wonwoo. We don’t even get to go inside? Hang out for a bit? Have a drink? You’re a shitty host.”

Wonwoo slid a finger under his chin, rubbing in contemplation. It was starting to get colder out, for you could hear the tree leaves rustling together as a wind whisked through the dark. You squished yourself a bit closer into Seungcheol’s side, and to your surprise, he let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Finally, Wonwoo concurred, sticking the rolled paper back between his lips while stepping aside with an inviting gesture.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” the boy muttered, “but I’ll be coming to find you in about ten minutes. And I wanna see cash.”

“What’s his problem?” You whispered by Seungcheol’s ear as he guided you around an illy lit corner, into the kitchen.

His warm breath feathered your ear as he said, “I lost a couple bets to him and was slow getting the money back.” Seungcheol then grabbed two solo cups organized in a stack on the counter, filling each with a red, fruit-mixed alcohol which sat in two glass bowls.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.”

You accepted the cup and took a sip. “Oh, in case you needed to beat him up? I don’t know,” you lilted, “he looks pretty sturdy.”

“Are you kidding?” Seungcheol gawked.

He slapped his drink down on the counter and threw his jacket over the back of a chair. With a perplexed, is this man crazy expression, you watched him roll up his sleeve and flex his bicep.

“Go ahead,” the boy grinned, “you’ll see.”

You made sure to roll your eyes and sigh incredibly loud in order to really establish your indifference. Meanwhile, your inner-self was fizzling like a carbonated soda. Grabbing onto Seungcheol’s muscle, you pressed down, forcing back a surprised chuckle at the fact his arm was hard as a rock. In that moment your meter of attraction toward the boy was ticking so absurdly you thought it could break.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, Seungcheol. You’re strong.”

He tugged his sleeve back down and slid into the jacket again, a very brash smirk beaming on his face. You couldn’t decipher if he’d actually been attempting to impress you or if that was just a display of his cockiness. And yet, you didn’t really care which category it fell into, because you were still blissfully afloat thinking about Seungcheol’s arms. You lifted your drink and took another sip, swishing the sweet but tangy flavour between your cheeks. At that moment, a man you didn’t recognize attempted to scoot behind you – except there was definitely enough room for him to get by without planting his hands on your hips and squeezing them.

“Hey! What the hell?” You squeaked, quickly turning around on your heel to see the crookedly amused look he stared at you with.

“What?” He somehow had the audacity to respond.

But you weren’t going to accept his disgraceful maneuvers, and neither was Seungcheol. He abandoned his cup on the counter and pushed up his sleeves.

“Did you just put your hands on her?” Came his demand. It didn’t sound like the normal, relaxed Seungcheol who liked his jokes, but someone with an unnerving amount of authority and fearlessness.

“I-I was trying to get by.” The man stammered, clearly uncomfortable with the thought of confrontation. He was already stepping backward as Seungcheol approached him.

“Don’t touch other people like that,” Seungcheol admonished him in a deep, staid voice, then pointed toward the threshold of the kitchen, “just get out, man. Seriously. Don’t even go near her.” And like a saddened puppy who received a scolding from its owners to lay down in the pen, the man slinked away without another word.

You were unsure of what to say to Seungcheol for diminishing the situation. Folding your arms tightly, you nodded at him.

“Thanks.”

Wonwoo came wandering into the kitchen. His eyes brightened the moment he saw Seungcheol, and he rubbed his fingers together to wordlessly convey that he wanted his money now.

“It’s alright,” Seungcheol gave you a soft smile while he revealed a large wad of cash from his pocket, “he was a weirdo.”

“Yeah.” You laughed as Seungcheol handed the sum to his friend, who fleshed out the paper notes to count the correct amount.

It took you a moment to realize that Seungcheol’s arm had wrapped back around your shoulders, this time a bit more securely. When you leaned into him, it wasn’t because you felt a draft or a chill, but because he was comfortable. He felt and smelled like safety.

Later that night, you returned to the park, throwing stones into the duck pond while the moon was hidden behind a thin curtain of clouds. Seungcheol claimed that he could throw his stones farther than yours, which prompted your short-lived competition. It had ended so abruptly because you ran out of stones to throw. At one point you tried tossing sticks, but they didn’t travel as far, and they definitely didn’t break the surface of the water with a satisfying plop.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, nudging your elbow excitedly, “I dare you to get in the pond.”

“No way!” You cackled. “It’s freezing. And that pond is nasty.”

“Just dip your toe in or something.”

“You dip your toe in!”

“I don’t wanna take off my socks.”

You huffed, a plume of your breath escaping into the crisp air.

“Well, we’re at a crossroads then, aren’t we?”

Rather than continue bickering about the dare, you were starting to feel these annoying hunger pangs. You didn’t eat dinner because of how nervous you were toward this fake date (which was rapidly morphing into a very real date) with Seungcheol. The most you ate today had been some toast and pieces of apple your roommate cut the night before. Directly on cue, your stomach gurgled, and your face swelled hot with embarrassment. Seungcheol grinned.

“Hungry?”

“Starving, more like.” You corrected him.

He pulled out the white fabric liners of his pockets, revealing they were completely empty. “All my cash went to Wonwoo.”

You flashed a playful smile while repeating his statement from earlier. “Oh, wow. Not being able to cover the meal on a first date? You’re not making a good impression, sweetheart.”

In an instant, Seungcheol had snatched your hand, interlocking your fingers together warmly. He began tugging you out of the park and onto a familiar street, where there was a twenty-four-hour diner that the students absolutely loved. Admittedly, you had been there a few times. Once as a giggly drunk who just wanted a waffle plate at three in the morning, and also as a struggling student who was desperate for a cup of coffee in order to power through a procrastinated essay. Now, it seemed you were returning for a date.

“I’ll pay you back, promise.” Seungcheol said as the server placed a nacho platter onto the table. “It’s my new priority.”

The diner was quiet and mostly empty apart from a group of three seated at another table. You didn’t realize just how hungry you were until that first taste of melted cheese, salsa, and seared chicken hit your mouth. Seungcheol didn’t like black olives, so he kept picking them off. You were eating too ravenously to inspect your food.

“You’re taking the olives off?” You smirked. “Baby.”

Seungcheol scoffed. “I am not a baby.” He looked up at you as he shoved another delicious chip in his mouth. “And I know it gives you some sick, twisted pleasure to say that. You should be ashamed.”

Nearly choking on the water you just sipped, you dropped the cup back on the table to cough a few times.

“You know what’s sick? The fact I’m paying.”

The boy reached for his glass of coca cola. “Yeah, but technically this isn’t a real date. So, doesn’t count.”

“Really?” Raising a questioned eyebrow, you watched Seungcheol take a long gulp from his drink. “Are you willing to say that with your entire chest? That this isn’t a real date?”

And in that moment, Seungcheol genuinely seemed to have met a stupor. In fact, there was a red tint dusting the crest of each his cheeks. He leaned back in the booth, folded his arms over his chest, and pursed his lips. You waited patiently for his response, lifting a nacho to your mouth while threads of cheese dangled in the air.

A smile broke through his stiff, musing expression.

“Okay,” he nodded his head, “maybe this is a real date,” (your heart impossibly fluttered), “you could be right about that.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You answered.

In truth, you couldn’t have been more delighted to hear Seungcheol agree, because if he hadn’t, you would have dined and dashed, fled straight out the restaurant in a haze of shame and embarrassment. In the span of just a few hours, your attraction toward this boy had impressively expanded like a sponge soaking up water. Before, you weren’t positive that he could be your true love. It was mostly a running joke between you and… well, yourself. However, this one night was proving that perhaps your joke could have some actual weight to it. And as Seungcheol continued to make you laugh, choke on your food, stare at him in complete adoration like he was a crowned jewel, you completely lost track of time.

It wasn’t until you burst into another frenzy of laughter at his story and spilt water all down your shirt that you finally checked your phone. Almost one in the morning. The server whisked your cutlery and plates away with a tired expression. You tipped generously, feeling rather guilty for creating such a racket at this hour.

“Do you want my jacket?” Seungcheol asked as you prepared to leave. There was a huge water stain soaking through your shirt.

“A-Are you sure?” You asked him, pulling a few strands of hair from your face. He nodded, already wrestling the jacket off.

“Go change, sweetheart,” Seungcheol told you so casually that you couldn’t hide this blatant look of surprise, “I’ll wait outside.”

Entering a washroom stall, you peeled the damp shirt over your head and folded it to pack nicely within your purse. You then slipped into Seungcheol’s jacket, which had this wonderful, warm fleece patched to the inside. It was soft against your bare skin, and it smelled like a fragrant hint of his cologne. After spending an extra moment freshening up at the sink, you wandered back into the cool night, where Seungcheol was leaning against a street pole. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks at the late hour, or if he’d actually given you a very smug, very relishing once-over.

Considering you had class early the next day, you asked Seungcheol if he’d be willing to walk you home. He obliged, and you paced together in comfortable silence until reaching the bridge. It arched over a swirling, gushing river which ran through the city, the current black as kohl and reflecting the lights of the nearby architecture. In the daytime this bridge wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was a beautiful vantage point during the night; a place to watch the city sparkle and flash like the cosmos.

“Hey,” Seungcheol whispered, grabbing your hand, “I have another dare for you, since you chickened out on the pond.”

You looked at the mischief compiling in his gaze. “What?”

“Climb up there.”

Seungcheol pointed toward a thick, metal beam that slanted upward, like a ramp. It flattened out at the top, and sometimes when you walked by during the day, there would be a few students sitting down after class, eating sandwiches or cracking open sodas. A placement of bars was set behind, only wide enough to stick your leg through. You glanced back at Seungcheol and nodded.

“Okay, fine.”

And so you began to climb up the slanted beam, feeling the breeze nip at your cheeks, your hair, like the smallest of kisses. At the flattened section, you turned around and looked down at Seungcheol, feeling like the empress of a powerful kingdom. His face ignited in the moonlight. He was smiling very wide as you stuck out your tongue.

“Easy. I dare you to climb up here.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “I, uh, can’t.”

“Why not?” You laughed, folding your arms. “Scared?”

“No, I just—I twisted my ankle, so I can’t.”

“When was that?”

“You weren’t looking.”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to tease him. Taking the zipper dangling from his jacket, you began to pull it down slowly, revealing a hidden amount of skin which turned the boy’s face an adorable pink.

“If you come up here, I’ll take the jacket all the way off.” You sang in a promiscuous tone, lifting up the strap of your bra and snapping it. Seungcheol grinned, cupping a hand over his gaze.

“No way. I’m not falling into a trap like that.”

“Fine,” you huffed, lowering to your butt and carefully scooting your way down the metallic beam, “you missed out.”

Seungcheol merely held his tongue; however, he did take the zipper on his jacket and pull it back up, right to your chin, hiding the expanse of flesh from the bright moonlight. You weren’t sure what courageous energy had just taken over your body. In fact, you’d probably regret such a thing by the time your alarm clock erupted tomorrow morning, pulling you from the pit of your sleep.

“I don’t want you getting cold.” He said. “And I can’t believe you nearly gave me a strip tease from the support beam of a bridge. That’s a first.”

“I’m just making sure you don’t forget this date.” You chuckled, half in nonsense, half in truth.

As he promised, Seungcheol walked you back to the house and made sure the door unlocked using the spare key under the letter box. Thankfully, your roommate left the lights of the front porch on, the bulbs now swathed in grey moths. It was a strange night. A night that wouldn’t have happened if not for the antics of Seungcheol and his two equally competitive friends. Maybe there was a positive side to burning Joshua’s chemistry notes, though you weren’t sure he’d be thrilled to hear you admit that. A game of I Dare You, turned into a fake date, turned into a real date, turned into a sweet affection.

You yawned, feeling the faint glisten of tears stretch in your eyes. “I had fun. And I guess I’ll see you tomorrow in toxicology.”

“With my jacket.” He reminded you.

“Yes, of course. With your jacket.”

And while you expected Seungcheol to simply bid his goodnight and perhaps take a late bus home, firing question after question of why he decided to accept such a stupid dare as he stared out the window, you were surprised when he reached for your hand.

“By the way,” he said, “I accept.”

You crinkled your nose. “Accept what?”

“The dare. I’ll buy you coffee every morning this week.”

“Oh!” There was a small flare crackling to life in your eyes as you recalled the original dare of the night. “That’s right. I forgot.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Seungcheol agreed. He then squeezed your hand. “On the account of one very simple condition.”

“I don’t think you can do that. Doesn’t seem rule-abiding.”

The boy discarded your comment. Instead, his grasp became tighter around your hand. He pulled you swiftly into his chest and stared straight into your helpless, panicking eyes as though he were going to confess something profound and utterly dire.

He smirked. “I want you to kiss me each time.”

Seungcheol lifted his brow in anticipation of your response, which was an undoubted agreement. Probably the fastest, easiest agreement you had ever made in your life. He moved in close to your ear, whispering something about how you should meet at the café tomorrow morning and walk to the lecture hall together, though you were ultimately buzzing and experiencing such a bold heartbeat that you missed most of the details. When he pulled away, you smiled.

“That sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Stepping off the porch, he turned back with a wave.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

✧✎ a/n: the reason i wanted to rewrite this fic was bc i still rly enjoy the concept. however, i cannot STAND my old style of writing, thus i decided to just rewrite the fic and appease the nagging in my head lol. this is how i would have written this fic today if i hadn’t already done so four years ago. i’m also questioning the possibility of rewriting love café for jeonghan (pls don’t go reading it if u haven’t already) but that would take much longer ,,,, JUST AN IDEA THOUGH. i hope you enjoyed!!

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hcneymilkks · 3 years

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A fake dating au but make it marriage. Two best friends scroll on social media and notice a trend where newlyweds send invites to famous celebrities to see what will happen? An appearance? A gift? Who knows. For the two best friends, as a joke, set up a fake wedding and request the most expensive gifts with the option of money. Sending invites to celebrities ranging from Kim Kardashian to even the Queen, they are surprised and shocked to realize that not only were gifts being delivered nearing the “big day” but a request to be part of the celebration causes the two friends to create a fake marriage in the smallest amount of time they have.

University AU! Aged-up Haikyuu Characters!

Fashion Designer/Psychologist Oikawa

Humanities Y/N

Rain splattered on the window, causing little droplets here and there to roll down with no hesitation. The quiet hums of lo-fi music made its way around the little bedroom, with vigorous typing accompanying it.

Backspace.

Enter.

Click and delete.

Brain throbbing, a sigh escaping from the lips.

It was no use, the longer the computer was stared at, the more your brain felt like mush.

“Damn him and using me to do his research analysis.”

Speak of the devil.

“Y/n!”

You stood up, turning around and crossing your arms with a glare. There he stood, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.

Tooru Oikawa.

“How’s the report going? I hope to see it done by tomorrow?”

“Fuck you,” you strided over and pushed his arms, causing him to slightly lose balance. “Just tell me how you managed not getting kicked out yet. I swear you casted a spell on your professors or something. It's like you don’t do anything.”

He feigned hurt. “I do!” He whined. “Just not class related.” He pushed past you and flung yourself onto the bed, burying his face into your freshly washed sheets. “I’m designing a new clothing line inspired by the different volleyball team colours.”

“Is this your way at relieving the pain from not making it to nationals?” you snickered, remembering how pissed off he was after Ushijima told him he should have gone to Shiratorizawa.

“I-you little shit. This is why I never tell you things.”

“Shut up shittykawa you literally are making me do your research proposal. I know nothing about psychology!”

“I’m helping you learn a new subject! It’s time to look into your own brain and see what’s wrong with you!”

…

Three.

Two.

One.

“OIKAWA YOU LITTLE SHIT!” you flung yourself on top of him, garnering an oomph! sound. You smacked his back repeatedly.

He let it have your way, already coming up with a counterattack.

With stinging hands and shallow breaths after saying nothing but curses, you stopped and climbed off of him. Immediately, he’s on top of you. Pinning your wrists and getting dangerously closer to your neck. You couldn’t lie, he was attractive, but knowing him and his two-faced personality, you’d rather stay friends.

But did you really want to?

A part of him knew you wanted him, but was that a risk you were willing to take?

Deep breaths.

A low chuckle. “You love me y/n. I know you do, and I also know you’d do anything for me.” He smirked and pressed a kiss oh so close to your lips, getting up and dusting off his black shirt.

“I’m leaving! Remember, the paper has to be done by tomorrow!”

The door closed and for a moment you looked at your ceiling.

Eyes wide.

Taking a pillow, you screamed into it.

“SHITTYKAWA!”

“Here you hoe, now for once in your life do your own work.”

You stomped into one of the many University studios, aiming the folder at Oikawa’s head much to his dismay.

“Thank you love you!”

You glared at him and waved a hand. “You definitely owe me like five bowls of ramen after what you put me through. I can’t believe you made me read so much on children’s brains and development.”

“I mean they said to choose something I liked, so children and volleyball worked together. Plus, if I actually had to conduct the research, my nephew’s volleyball club would have been perfect.” He finally turned around after pinning the teal fabric to the mannequin, striding towards you and ruffling your hair.

You mumbled incoherent curses as Oikawa picked up his sketchbook, writing down a quick note before closing it.

“Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The fragrant air of spices and creamy broth filled the little shop, making you drool. Grateful that Oikawa was rich, you took the opportunity to order almost everything on the menu.

“Y/n isn’t that-” you growled at him and he smirked.

“Feisty, you know I love that.” he winked and you gagged.

While waiting for the food, both of you were scrolling on Instagram. Having most of the same friends, it was no surprise that your timelines almost looked identical. Rolling his eyes, Oikawa saw a group photo of most of the volleyball players Hinata was pictured with, wanting nothing more than to squish the little one.

But then something caught your eyes.

You looked up at Oikawa who seemingly had the same expression, eyes wide, yet confused.

The dead groupchat came back to life with a link sent by Matsukawa, something about a bet.

matthewkawa

Look at this lol

Sent a link

[Youtube storytime: The Time I Invited Drake to My Wedding (Spoiler Alert: He Came!)]

hannamaki

Wait why would someone invite a celebrity? Aren’t they hard to ask?

nishinoyya

Wait that’s cool! Asahi-san can we invite Jason Derulo to our wedding?

acai

Wait...what? What wedding?

y/n

Waittt i’ve seen that video

Apparently as a joke the person sent lots of invites to different celebrities. Most of them gave gifts or money but I guess Drake went

iwachew

LOOL IMAGINE Y/N AND CRAPPYKAWA DOING THAT

yoyoinata

I can see that woah!

milkyama

Psh! Flattykawa and y/n. I can’t see it. y/n deserves better lol

fabkawa

OI TAKE THAT BACK STUPID

y/n

Oi don’t talk back to my child like that shittykawa

fabkawa

Shut up y/n and eat your ramen

You glared at him before saying thank you to the waiter. Both minds now occupied with the creamy ramen and soft boiled egg.

Flipping a page, you smiled. There it was, the fake couple who both fell for each other, breaking so many rules. But who couldn’t resist?

Oikawa scrolled on the computer, typing and clicking. He swiveled around in his seat and went over to you, peering over your shoulder.

You smacked his arm. “Personal space excuse me!” He put his arm up in defence, smirking.

“Remember the post Matsukawa sent?

“Yeah. So what?”

“I made the wedding on May 14th and invited some celebrities. Who did you want to send an invite to?”

You dropped the book. “Say what?”

Oikawa dragged you from his bed and sat you down on his uncomfy chair. Indeed, the computer screen showed a cheesy website where people rsvp to weddings. Already half of the groupchat accepted and you know this had to be a joke.

“Oikawa are you dumb? Who are you marrying? Wait no, who would want to marry you?” you looked at him and he pouted.

“Iwa-chan said no, Mad Dog scares me, Ushijima is definitely a no, so you’re left.”

“Who said I would do it?”

“I invited Stray Kids.”

Are you kidding me?

“This isn’t real, we’re not gonna really get married right? I mean if we were technically speaking, the wedding is less than a month away and we don’t have money, a reception place or any other sappy wedding shit.” You looked at the list and sure enough, Stray Kids was there.

“No y/n nothing is going to happen trust me. Plus, who doesn’t like free gifts? I tried to ask for expensive gifts and money because someone’s wardrobe and apartment looks ugly as hell.”

“You better not be talking about me bitch. I’m gonna set that sketchbook on fire.”

Oikawa chuckled. “Add some more people on the list, I wanna see how far this can get.”

“I never said I agreed to it,” you mumbled but nonetheless added in a few of your favourite celebrities, including the queen.

After all, if this worked, free money. What’s the harm in that?”

A lot went wrong after that.

It was three am a week after the planning and your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Grumbling, you answered the call without looking at the number…..which was a stupid mistake.

“Y/N! HOW DO I CANCEL THE WEDDING?!”

“Relax Papi you said nothing would happen? Free money right?” you yawned not even realizing what you said.

Oikawa sputtered on the other line, shaking his head and ignoring how you called him Papi for some reason. “Yeah but uh...we have a little problem.”

“Hm…”

“Jason Derulo accepted the invite ...and he can’t wait to see the ceremony.”

From that moment, you were fully awake. “WHAT?!!”

“What do you mean you can’t cancel the wedding?” you rubbed at your temples, losing more brain cells by the minute.

"Okay so apparently my last name is common around celebrities, seeing as my father owns different restaurants. So it’s not a surprise to them that they wouldn’t attend the wedding.’

“Fuck.” you breathed out. How did the both of you not realize this?

“Okay so um..what now?”

Oikawa ruffled his air. “We go through with it.”

"Fuck no.”

“What why?”

You’re the one who thought of this crazy idea! It’s all your fault!”

“But you’re the one who put Jason Derulo in there!”’

You smacked your forehead. “It was a joke and for free money! Look what you got us into.”

Yells back and forth, each blaming the other. It was like the night wasn’t going to end soon. Tired from the arguing, you smacked Oikawa’s chest. “Stupid,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to do this!”

Oikawa scratched the back of his neck. “But what if I want to?” You looked up at him confused. “You know, like how Hinata and Tobio fake dated but then became boyfriends.”

“Oikawa, that’s different. That’s dating, this is marriage. It’s adult stuff, I can barely cook!”

“I’ll cook for you.”

You walked away from him, going towards his balcony. The view was beautiful, seeing various stars and the lights shining from Tokyo. “This is too much for me to handle. You're a pain, you know that?”

He wrapped his arms around you and instinctively you snuggled closer to his chest, facing the view so he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.

"Remember when we were children? And we had a whole promise that we would be with each other forever?” you laughed. The classic child marriage pact. It was as if almost all friendships started with that promise. A promise to love and stay with each other no matter what.

“That’s child play.”

He started to rub circles with his thumbs on your arms, you feeling relaxed. “One month. Give me one month after the wedding. We’ll go on a honeymoon to London, I'll teach you how to cook, you can live with me, we can adopt a puppy.” Oikawa gulped and looked at you. “And if you don’t like it, we can pretend none of this happened. In fact i’ll stop bothering you with my assignments and my presence.”

One month. That sounded like a challenge. A challenge that Oikawa was willing to risk everything for. A month to make you fall for him.

“...so we’re splitting the gifts and money equally then, right?”

A/N: I’m back! This has been in my drafts for months. At first it was supposed to be Yuto from Pentagon but after getting into Haikyuu I was like fuck it and changed it to Oikawa. Also because yes LMAO. I hope you all liked it and let me know your comments! Part two will be in the works if people want it, for now its a oneshot aha.

Much love!

tags: @babyworld , @bakuhoes-dumbass

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letswritebangtan · 4 years

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Let’s Get Tattoos Together

pairing: tattooartist!Jungkook x female!reader

prompt: Jungkook dreamed of opening his own tattoo parlour with his hyung, Yoongi, and when he finally did, you show up on his doorstep asking for a job and he’s not happy to give it to you. Lord knows how you two end up having sex in his studio. :)

warnings: mature content! 18+ read at your own risk.

ask box: open

masterlist

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You know those moments where you expect too much and then feel more pissed than let down because damn they fucked up bad? That moment was now. Jungkook and Yoongi stared up at the neon signboard in utter disgust and shame just thinking about how someone could screw up this bad.

“It’s not even black.” Jungkook muttered in disbelief.

“It’s neon.” Yoongi confirmed.

“They didn’t even get the spelling right.” Jungkook continued.

Yoongi huffed “. . . What’s ‘BONKED’ supposed to read as?”

“Sounds like a strip club.”

“Yup.” Yoongi said popping the ‘p’.

“We can’t afford a new one, hyung.” Jungkook whined.

“You don’t think I know that?” Yoongi said gruffly.

He was beyond irritated at this moment. Both him and Jungkook had poured their entire life savings into opening this tattoo parlor and he was one hundred percent sure that absolutely no one was ever going to walk into a painful neon green store called BONKED to get a tattoo or to get anything for that matter.

“We’ll just have to make do.”

“I feel like I’m gonna barf.” Jungkook mumbled.

“Well your barf on this building won’t make it look any worse.”

The weeks went by and the boys worked hard to start up this little business of theirs. Jungkook spent hours walking around handing out flyers to people to let them know that what they were standing in front of was indeed a tattoo parlor and not some front for a shady business. Meanwhile, Yoongi sat indoors and worked on how he could at least make the inside of the store look decent. It was a tough few months for them but they kept going. A few customers popped in once in a while and it was mostly Yoongi who worked on them because between him and Jungkook, he was more experienced and they wanted to leave a good first impression on their customers.

Jungkook spent his after-hours in the store working on sketches and practicing on himself. He was running out of space on his right arm so it was time for him to start thinking of where to go next. Even though Yoongi was more experienced, Jungkook was incredibly talented in his field. His attention to detail and the focus he had when working on a piece was flawless. Jungkook didn’t tattoo often, but when he did, his work always turned out to be perfect.

A few months into the business was when things started to get a lot more rocky.

“Did you clear out the register yesterday?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah, they’re in the safe.”

“We need to start doing our accounts, Jungkook-ah. Let’s see if we have anything we can use to change this place up a little.”

Hours and hours into doing their accounts the two fell face-flat onto their desks.

“We have nothing. Zero.” Jungkook mumbled.

“Actually, it’s negative. We’re in a deficit.”

The two of them groaned and flipped through more receipts and bills in hopes of some good news but they couldn’t do it.

“I guess I’ll grab some dinner.” Jungkook said as he stood up and cleared the table.

“Make it quick, I’m starving.”

“Okay, grandpa.” Jungkook mocked and Yoongi sent him a glare, making the youngest snicker.

The bell chimed and their attention moved immediately to the door. They watched you in surprise as you entered the store around 5 minutes before closing time. Looking around, you got slightly startled when you saw two guys gawking at you, but you cleared your throat and stepped forward slightly.

“Uh hi, you guys aren’t closed yet are you?”

There was a small silence for a while. Jungkook couldn’t find it in himself to speak so Yoongi took over.

“We aren’t, but if you’re looking to get a job done you’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you smiled nervously, “Actually I’m not here for any of that. I noticed that you guys are relatively new in the area and I was wondering if you needed any help around here?”

Yoongi looked confused, “As in, you’re looking for a job?”

You nodded.

Jungkook spoke up, “As a tattoo artist?” he said skeptically. His tone sounded offended and it struck you as quite rude.

You frowned at him, “No actually, not as a tattoo artist but as anything else.”

“Sorry, we don’t need anybody.” Jungkook dismissed you gruffly.

God, why was he being so rude?

“Really? I couldn’t help but notice that you guys aren’t doing too well here.” you spoke back.

Jungkook eyed you up and down. “Excuse me? What makes you say that? We’re doing great and business is booming. Isn’t that right, hyung?” he looked at the older man.

“Um, well it hasn’t-”

“See? Just fine.” Jungkook retorted.

“That’s a lie. I can tell if businesses are doing well or if they aren’t.” you crossed your arms smirking.

“Can you now? What makes you think ours isn’t?” Jungkook scoffed.

“Well for starters, I don’t see anybody in here-”

“We’re about to close.” Jungkook defended.

“I didn’t finish.” you said raising your eyebrows. “I don’t see anybody in here ever.”

Jungkook scowled, he was annoyed at the audacity of this random stranger to be entering his store and criticising his business.

“Secondly, no one around here knows what this store does. I spoke with the lady from the bakery across the street and she claimed that this was some kind of gay bar?”

Yoongi and Jungkook looked perplexed and their expressions had you holding in your laughter.

“It wasn’t until my friend came in the other day for a tat, that he told me this place was actually just another tattoo parlor.”

“Jesus Christ.” Yoongi huffed.

“Oh and also, the sign-”

“Don’t even.” Jungkook huffed and looked away.

You felt proud of yourself, but at the same time looking at these young, passionate boys’ faces you knew they must have put in a shit ton of effort to get this place up and running, and you had no right to just come in here and point out their flaws like that. What they needed was a solution.

“With all that being said,” you paused momentarily. “I can help you guys fix it.”

“I told you that we don’t need-”

“Jungkook, shut up for a moment will you? Go on.” Yoongi urged you.

“I majored in Accounts and Finance, I also have knowledge and experience on marketing, plus I’ve got a decent eye for things and that being said, that signboard has got to go.”

“Accounts? Wait, take a look at these.” Yoongi called you over to the table and Jungkook just watched in disbelief. The betrayal he felt from his hyung was unbelievable.

You stood over the table which looked like a mess, by the way. Papers strewn everywhere, random documents, some cash pile in the corner and a half-full mug of coffee.

“Sorry, it’s a little gross.” Yoongi apologised.

You chuckled, “It’s no big deal. Could I have a look at those receipts?”

The two guys watched you as you silently picked up different sheets of paper and scanned it thoroughly, mumbling numbers to yourself in the process. Well, these guys weren’t doing too bad but you knew they could do better. You glanced at the pile of cash at the corner of the desk and looked over to Yoongi.

“What’s that?”

“Hyung, she’s after our money.” Jungkook said quickly.

You glared at him and he shot you one back. Why was he out to get you? Despite his annoying traits, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was extremely good-looking. Well, the both of them were. But there was something about Jungkook that had you drooling in that small secret compartment of your head. He was well-built, his pecs pushing out through his t-shirt, his sleeves clinging to his biceps and his defined collarbones on full view. His hair was like a black mop, it looked soft and silky and it framed his face nicely. He had a really cute nose and the softest looking eyes but his expression was harsh towards you and you had no idea why.

“It’s what we owe. We’re running in a bit of a loss right now.” Yoongi said ignoring Jungkook.

“A loss?” you asked confused. “That shouldn’t be right, look.” you moved to sit next to Yoongi and showed him the contents on the paper. After explaining to him in detail you moved the pile of cash from the end of the table towards them.

“This is all yours, you guys. You’ve been looking at it wrong. This shop isn’t doing too bad, but it isn’t great either. If this keeps up, you’ll probably start making losses in the next 3 months or so. But you might not, if you’ll let me help.” you persuaded.

“And I’m not here to steal your money.” you said pointedly to Jungkook. “In fact, I won’t ask for anything for the first few months. When I’ve proven that I’ve improved this store and when you can afford it, you can pay me then. What do you guys say?”

Yoongi looked convinced, and he turned to the youngest to ask for his approval.

“Looks like we need her after all, Jungkook.”

Jungkook squinted his eyes at you and took a deep breath, letting out a loud huff. “Fine, so be it.” he said grumpily.

You beamed and thanked them, Yoongi even shook hands with you.

“Hold on, you didn’t even tell us your name.” Yoongi asked.

“Oh shit, right. I’m sorry that was rude of me, I’m y/n.” you apologised.

“I’m Min Yoongi, and this is Jeon Jungkook. We’ve been friends since kindergarten, so we’re pretty close. It’s been a dream of ours to open this place.” Yoongi said smiling softly.

“That’s amazing, you guys should be proud that you’ve gotten here.” you said genuinely.

Jungkook glanced at you then and you made eye contact with him. He awkwardly picked up his car keys and phone whilst looking away from you.

“I’ll go grab dinner before they close.” he spoke to Yoongi.

“Oh no, did I hold you guys back? I’m sorry, you should really have your dinner. I’ll leave now.” you stood up.

“That’s alright, oh and Jungkook will walk you to your car, won’t you Jungkook?” Yoongi asked smirking.

Jungkook looked startled and had that same look of betrayal on his face, this time there was a shade of pink.

“What? But she can- ugh fine.” Jungkook grumbled. “Hurry up.” he snapped at you and you rolled your eyes at him.

“You’ll have to excuse him, don’t take it personally.” Yoongi said to you once Jungkook was outside.

“Well that’s gonna be tough.” you replied playfully. “See you tomorrow! Good night.” you said cheerily and followed Jungkook outside.

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Your first week at the job went by pretty quickly. Yoongi showed you around so you’d get used to the place. He showed you to your working space which wasn’t the best but it was the best that he could afford. There was that desk you used when you first entered, and there were some cute little plants on the table. They even gave you new pens, pencils and a calculator. There was a desk fan attached to your table and its wires were heavily tangled everywhere but it was all they had. It was obvious that they did their best to welcome you, and you felt touched about it.

Most of your time was spent doing the accounts of course, and you were really efficient with them. It was a really relaxed work environment, sometimes Yoongi showed up with coffee or some snacks which you appreciated. Jungkook would ask to borrow a pencil from time to time, and as much as you were mad at him you couldn’t say no because they probably gave you everything they had to make a good first impression and the thought that they couldn’t afford to buy more pencils saddened you. During your breaks you’d lounge around and maybe check up on Jungkook to see what he was drawing. Whenever you’d ask him he’d always reply with an annoyed grunt or he’ll shoo you away.

One day, you really tried to find that goodness in your heart to do something nice for Jungkook so that maybe he wouldn’t be so pissy towards you, so you bought him a carton of banana milk and a pack of oreos. When you handed it to him, he looked at you so weirdly and you became so uncomfortable that you never wanted to be in situations with him like that ever again. So the acts of kindness stopped. There was also another thing you made yourself be in charge of: weekly meetings. Yoongi always told you that you didn’t have to make it so official since it was just the three of you working just like how three friends worked on a group project but you insisted.

“Do I really have to write all this down?” Jungkook complained.

“Aren’t you secretary?” you scolded.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“So you better do your job before I fire you.”

Jungkook gaped at you and turned to Yoongi. “Hyung are you hearing this?!”

“Don’t make her fire you, Jungkook.”

It was about 10 weeks later and you were close to hitting the target set for the store. It was important that you proved to them that you were good at your job and that you deserved a place here. You didn’t want to leave, because it was really nice working with them. You felt secure and they were like your friends, or at least Yoongi was. That night, you stayed after closing time to continue working on statements. Something just wasn’t working, and you had to figure out what. After hours of staring at the same numbers over and over again you felt like you needed a break. Just then, Jungkook entered the corner of your workspace.

“You’re still here?” he asked surprised.

You nodded, “Well I’m not finished so yes. I don’t think I’m leaving anytime soon.”

“Well don’t stay up too late.”

Surprised, you looked up at him so fast that you startled him slightly.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” you laughed softly as you stretched your body in your chair.

He scoffed, “I only said that because I’m the one who has to close up after you so if you don’t leave neither can I.”

“Thanks for ruining the moment.”

“My pleasure.” he replied with a smug smile.

Rolling your eyes, you stood up from your chair and grabbed your phone and purse. “I’m going to get some coffee, want anything?” you asked.

“Coffee at 10 p.m.?” he asked while judging you.

“Well, I guess that’s a no.” you mumbled and headed to the door.

“Wait.” he called out. Turning around abruptly you didn’t expect him to be that close behind you that you ended up crashing into his chest. You stumbled but he caught you by your shoulders to steady you. He was looking right at you and this was physically the closest the two of you had ever been.

“Easy there, if you’re hurt Yoongi will literally rip me apart.” he mumbled.

Trying to ignore the redness in your cheeks you smiled awkwardly and stood upright as Jungkook let go of you. “I don’t blame him.” you shrugged and laughed when you saw Jungkook’s annoyed expression.

“Wait, I forgot why we ended up here. What was it you asked me?” you said.

“Right, I was uh- just you know thinking of maybe asking if you’d like me to drive you...to the coffee shop...” he said nervously.

“Wow.” was all that you replied, and Jungkook looked even more embarrassed.

“Forget it.” he said moving away.

“No! Sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-just, yeah. Drive me, I’d like you to drive me there, please?” you asked quickly.

Surprised by your sudden reaction he felt his heart relax a little when you didn’t reject his offer.

“Okay cool.” he said clearing his throat awkwardly.

It was really quiet in the car, and also really awkward. There was so much tension with that embarrassing encounter the two of you had just five minutes ago. You tried to take your mind off it, and your thoughts aimlessly wandered to how handsome Jungkook looked while he was driving. His hair covered his eyes a little, and you could see all the piercings on his left ear. That’s hot, you thought to yourself. His tattoos on his right arm were visible as he gripped the wheel with that hand and at this point you were shamelessly staring at him.

“Enjoying the view?”

You hummed, and then snapped out of your daydreaming only to see Jungkook chuckling at you.

“I mean, no! I was just- I was looking out the window and I wasn’t really looking anyway I was thinking and your biceps were distracting so I-wait! No no no, shit what’s wrong with me?” you freaked.

Jungkook only laughed even more at this and then turned to look at you.

“Does y/n have a crush?” he teased.

You looked at him with a deadpanned expression, “Are you seriously teasing me about a guy when that guy is you?”

“So you are crushing on me. Interesting...”

“Oh my god, shut up! I am absolutely not, in no way attracted to you.”

“Ouch.” he winced playfully.

“You heard me.” you grumbled as you turned to look the other way so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. You thanked god that it was dark and he couldn’t see you red all over.

He snickered and pulled up in front of the coffee shop.

“I’ll wait here, could you grab something for me too? Surely you’d do anything for me since you know, you like me and all...” he continued to tease.

You grabbed your phone and purse and stormed out of the car. “I ain’t getting shit for you, asshole!” you yelled as you walked away which had Jungkook dying of laughter since literally everyone around was staring at you.

Back at the store, you sipped on your coffee as you worked out more numbers. Jungkook sat on the beanbag across from you sketching by himself. Yoongi had already left a while ago so it was just the two of you.

As you were writing something down Jungkook spoke up.

“How’d you know that this was my usual?” he asked holding up the coffee cup.

You looked up from the paper and looked back down, pushing your work glasses up your nose. “One time, Yoongi accidentally handed me your drink instead of mine and when I took a sip it tasted like garbage so followed my intuition and I ordered the worst thing in there.” you said plainly.

“My drink is not garbage.” Jungkook retorted.

“Yes it is, it’s not even coffee. It’s all milk and sugar.”

“Well I’m a milk and sugar person, what’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong is your offending the real coffee-drinkers out there.”

“There’s nothing wrong with adding milk and sugar to your drinks.” Jungkook whined and you couldn’t help but to smile at him being effortlessly cute.

“Okay, whatever you say.”

But Jungkook wasn’t too happy with that response. “Say it like you mean it.” he ordered.

“Excuse me what?” you looked at him confused.

“Say that there’s nothing wrong with my drink.” he demanded.

You scoffed, “What are you, eight?”

“Well if you’re not gonna say it...” he shrugged.

You ignored him and went back to work. A few seconds later you nearly had a heart attack because Jungkook was pouring some of his coffee into yours.

“What the hell!” you yelled and tried to grab the cup from him and both your coffee’s ended up spilling all over the accounts sheets.

You just stood there in shock and disappointment as you stared at the soaking wet paper that could not be saved. You pinched the bridge of your nose and took in a sharp breath. “Jungkook.” you muttered lowly.

The poor boy was also in shock, knowing he fucked up badly and now he was going to have to pay for it.

“I- it was an accident I didn’t intend to-”

“Why are you such a brat?! You couldn’t just leave it could you?! I spend day after day rotting my ass off here trying to crunch these numbers and when I’m so close to finding something you had to shove your annoying ass into my work-do you know how much time has been wasted now that all these are gone and Yoongi is going to kill me if I don’t get this done in time even though it was your fault! And no, I will never admit that there’s anything fine with your drink, you or your stupid!-mmpfh”

It came to you as a shock when you realised you had a pair of lips pressed against yours. They were soft and they molded against yours perfectly making you weak in the knees. A hand cupped your face and brought you closer, your waist pressing against the table in front of you. Your hands rested below you on the desk as Jungkook kissed you, capturing your lips with his over and over again until you pulled away breathless. You couldn’t think with your mind in a haze. Jungkook looked at you in silence, waiting for you to say something, but all you could do was fall back to the chair behind you.

“y/n?” Jungkook said concernedly.

You cleared your throat and stood up quickly again. “I-I’ll get the mop and bucket.” you said softly before running out of there into the storage closet and shutting the door behind you.

You cursed yourself for reacting so stupidly. Jungkook must think that you hate him, but obviously you don’t. You really, really, like him, especially after having the feeling of his lips on yours - oh god, you fucked up. You remembered his scared and hurt expression when you scurried away like that. The worst part was that you had to go back out there. When you returned with the mop and bucket, Jungkook was gone, but so was the mess. He had cleaned up all by himself, wait, how long were you in there? You sighed and saw that he had left the store key for you to lock up, which means he had probably gone home. You had no idea how it had escalated to arguing about coffee, to this. But you knew that you’d rather be buried alive than to ever have to face Jungkook again.

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Yoongi had asked if you could pick up breakfast that morning since both him and Jungkook had an appointment and of course, you agreed. Business was picking up recently because let’s face it, you’re great at this job. Even though you lost those numbers since they got soaked in coffee, you managed to work your way around it and pulled up some income statements and cash book entries which clearly showed how well the store was profiting. You and Jungkook have not spoken since the incident and that was more than a week ago, and it was killing you. You wanted to talk to him and explain yourself but you were too scared. Plus he has been extra mean to you ever since, which made you not want to apologise even more. The only time he ever said something to you was when you were in the way and he practically snapped at you to move. That’s gotta hurt.

Most of the time you’ve been coming up with ways to avoid him, but today was not that day since you had to hand him his breakfast. You entered the main room where Yoongi was working and dropped his off. He thanked you and immediately went back to work. You were kinda disappointed, you had hoped Yoongi would give Jungkook’s breakfast to him but that was unrealistic so you guessed that now you would have to face a painful and awkward situation. After taking a deep breath you knocked on the door. You heard a muffled ‘come in’ and you stepped into the room. To say you felt awkward was an understatement. You wanted nothing more to crawl into a hole and die.

There was a female customer on the tattoo chair with the top half of her body completely bare and sitting in only her panties. Jungkook was leaned over her tattooing her breast and stopped to look at you. There was a warmth rising to your face as you just stood there and stared at them for a moment.

“What do you want?” Jungkook asked annoyed.

That snapped you out of your thoughts as you held up the bag shakily. “U-uh breakfast!” you might have said a little to loudly and then cursed yourself for it.

“I-I’ll just leave it here.” you mumbled quickly and put the bag of food down on the desk.

“Would you like anything?” you heard Jungkook ask the lady.

She giggled, “If you don’t mind sharing.”

Your face twinged in disgust, luckily you had your back facing them.

“Sure.” Jungkook replied shortly.

“Could you go a little higher, like over here?” you heard the lady ask and when you turned around to leave you saw her guiding Jungkook’s hand across her bare body and something inside you just made you feel so hurt and so shitty.

Jungkook’s eyes locked with yours. You immediately looked away and left the room. You couldn’t describe how you felt. This was Jungkook’s job, it was what he was passionate about, but you couldn’t stand to see people take advantage of that. He had just kissed you so passionately a week ago and of all days it was today that you had to bring him breakfast, and it was today that he had to have an appointment for a fucking breast tattoo. You groaned and muttered a string of curses as you walked back to your desk to eat your own breakfast. You chomped down on your egg McMuffin and got to work, hoping it would distract you from what you just saw.

An hour later Jungkook emerged from his room with the lady and readied her bill. The cash register was just opposite from where you sat so you watched them closely. Jungkook smiled and thanked the lady and obviously she enjoyed that attention but you were relieved when she finally left. Jungkook turned around to walk back into the room when he saw you watching him and his demeanor somersaulted upon looking at you.

“What?” he snapped coldly and you jumped in your seat a little.

You shook your head and looked back to the papers would were scribbling on, “N-Nothing.” you whispered.

He went back to his studio as Yoongi came out of his to get more plastic wrap.

“What’s up with you two?” he asked concerned.

“It’s complicated.” you huffed.

“I’ve never seen him that mad before.”

Hearing that was like having an arrow shot into your heart. You were right, he really did hate you.

“I-I..” you said with your voice breaking.

Yoongi looked alarmed, shit, what should someone do if a girl cries?

“It’s all my fault.” you sniffled as tiny droplets fell across your cheeks.

“Okay, no, nope. None of that. You are not crying, missy, you hear me? You are strong, and bold, and confident, and you aren’t crying over some stupid guy. Got that?”

You sniffled and wiped your tears away quickly and straightened up.

“That’s it. y/n you walked into this store on your first day like a boss and you criticised us left and right and you put this place into shape. You’re freaking superwoman, okay? You shouldn’t be crying.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s unprofessional.” you mumbled.

Yoongi sighed and sat down next to you. “Don’t be sorry. And we’re friends, there’s no need to be professional around me.”

“We are?” you asked smiling slightly through your watery eyes and puffy cheeks.

“Of course we are. And as your friend, I really suggest you talk to Jungkook.”

You shook your head, “But he’s scary.”

“Jungkook puts on a tough demeanor but he’s a kid at heart. He’d never do anything to harm you, you can count on that.”

You nodded and smiled softly at him, “Thanks, Yoongi.”

“What are friends for, hm?”

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Now you had a task at hand. Talk to Jungkook. You just had to talk to him. No big deal, it’s just talking. To Jungkook. Fuck, you had to talk to Jungkook. Slamming your pen down you ran your fingers through your hair and whined. It was about time you grew a pair but it wasn’t that easy. Time flew as you sat at your desk and pondered about what to say and when to say it. It drove you crazy. Until one fine moment, all your courage rose from the pit of your stomach and you stood up determined to talk to the guy. Just as you maneuvered around your table to go to him the bell chimed. Hot damn, who was that?

This guy had a face sculpted by god himself. He was tall with brown hair, his wrists adorned with multiple strings and bracelets. His silver piercings shining under the store lights. The way he dressed really stood out to you, a beret on his head, sunglasses and patterned clothes, he really reminded you of a gucci model. He smiled at you as you walked over to him and you smiled back waving at him.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” you asked.

He removed his sunglasses and wow he looked even better.

“Oh no, I don’t. I’m actually here for the job? My name’s Kim Taehyung, I saw the sign outside.”

You had convinced Yoongi and Jungkook to finally place a “We are hiring” sign on the window because they could now afford it, plus, it would attract more attention.

“Oh I see! So you’re a tattoo artist?” you asked interested.

“Well, I’m hoping to be.” he said making the two of you giggle.

“Well are you good?” you inquired.

“Hmm, I would say I have a few things up my sleeve.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Really? Well let’s hope you impress us.”

“I hope that I shall.”

The two of you laughed together again, man you really liked this guy.

“What’s going on here?” you heard a deep voice. Jungkook appeared from his room and scowled at the two of you laughing together.

“Oh, t-this is is Kim Taehyung, he’s here for the job.”

Taehyung reached out to shake Jungkook’s hand but he left him hanging.

“Another case of y/n, hm? That’s not too good.”

You gaped at him and you were about to retort when Yoongi joined in.

“Ah, you must be Taehyung.” Yoongi said smiling.

Taehyung finally felt comfortable seeing a familiar face. “Yes, and you must be Yoongi hyung. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Pleasure’s mine. A friend of mine knew Taehyung in art school and he recommended him to me. Let’s see if you’re as good as Seokjin claims you are.” Yoongi said.

Taehyung laughed, “I promise to do my best.”

So that led to the current situation. The three of you huddled around Taehyung watching him work on a piece. He had gotten one of his friends to demonstrate the piece for him who’s name you learned was Jung Hoseok who was also pretty cute. You were questioning the odds of you being surrounded by attractive men all at one time wondering if the universe had something planned for you. But you ignored it to watch Taehyung working. One thing you’ve noticed since working here is that every tattoo artist has their own unique style. They were all different, yet all so incredible. Taehyung had the same amount of focus and concentration Jungkook always had when he was working. Yoongi was always more relaxed, his talent flowing from him naturally. However, Taehyung could perfect designs neither Yoongi or Jungkook had ever done before.

The buzzing stopped and Taehyung stepped back to review his work. Everyone was in awe, he did a really great job and Yoongi loved it so much that he asked Taehyung if he could post it on their shop’s Instagram.

“That depends,” Taehyung said, “Are you going to hire me?”

Yoongi chuckled, “Need I say any more? y/n, what do you think?”

You smiled, “I think he’s great.”

“What do you know about tattoos?” Jungkook snapped.

You looked at him angrily and he ignored your stare.

“For a tattoo artist it’s surprising you don’t have any tattoos.” Jungkook questioned.

Taehyung frowned, “Do I need to have them?”

Jungkook looked slightly dumbfounded with everyone staring at him. “No-I mean, it’s just surprising-”

“Yeah it is.” Taehyung ended the conversation abruptly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and looked away.

“It’ll be great if you could start today. We have a customer coming in anytime now.” Yoongi said.

“But he’s scheduled for me.” Jungkook spoke up unhappy.

“You can take the 3 o’ clock, Jungkook.” Yoongi dismissed.

Jungkook licked his lips, obviously irritated by Yoongi’s decision.

“I never got your name?” Taehyung turned to ask you.

“Oh, it’s y/n!” you smiled.

“It’s great to meet you. I have a feeling we’ll be getting along pretty well.” Taehyung grinned.

You blushed slightly because how could you not when this insanely attractive man was outright flirting with you.

“Your 3 o’ clock is here, get to work.” Jungkook snapped at him.

“Right, I’m on it.” Taehyung cleared his throat.

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Taehyung blended in pretty well. He was no doubt good at his job, a lot of customers end up super happy with what they get and so Taehyung was really good for the store. The two of you also got along great, he was like your new best friend. He would come over and talk to you between breaks and he’d send you a lot of memes which kept you happy and entertained throughout the day. One time he brought a pack of cards to work and once you guys were done for the day you played Snap while eating dinner, which was a terrible idea because Taehyung kept hitting your hand real hard and one time he spilled his entire bowl of soup and himself and started to yell because it was hot and man did you laugh until you couldn’t breathe. Obviously, Yoongi and Jungkook were there to witness all this because you guys always spent meal times together. Yoongi would usually ignore the two of you and go on his phone, and you’d call him a grandpa for not wanting to play card games. Jungkook was reserved, also on his phone but he would glance over to the two of you from time to time.

It was another night at the shop and it was nearly opening time so you were at your desk drafting statements and also counting the money from yesterday’s earnings. Jungkook was on his beanbag sipping some banana milk and sketching on his notepad as usual and Taehyung was next to you helping you separate the bills.

“I’m really curious as to how you got a job here.” he asked you.

You scoffed, “Why, can’t a woman get a job in a tattoo parlor? Just because it’s a sausage fest in here, I can’t be a part of it because I don’t have my own sausage?”

Taehyung laughed heartily and you smiled, giggling to yourself.

“You know what I mean.” he urged.

“I just came in one day and asked. At first they said no, and then I made them a deal they couldn’t refuse.”

“Why would they say no? You’re great at what you do.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Tae. But the shop wasn’t like this back then, they couldn’t afford me.”

“Hmm, but you did so well at university. You could have had many other options, why here?”

“Well, I saw two guys desperately trying to make their dreams come true and you know, I just wanted to help them.” you said smiling softly. You remembered all the fond memories you hard building up this place with them. They were priceless.

Jungkook could hear everything the two of you were saying, he felt a pang in his heart when he heard how all you wanted to do was help them, and he had been nothing but mean and rude to you from the very beginning.

“That and, well, I needed to start earning something. My parents have gotten pretty old. Mum is really sick and dad spends all his time taking care of her. Before that, they used to own that bakery across the street.”

“Wait, you mean Rosie’s bakery? Like...the pretty fucking amazing one?”

You laughed, “I guess you can say that.”

“I used to go there when I was a kid, it’s been around for so long. It’s such a shame it got closed down. I’m really sorry about your mother too, by the way,” he said sympathetically.

“No that’s okay. She’s still around, I thank the heavens that I get to see her for just one more day. They wanted me to take over, but I could never do all that by myself.”

“Why not? I’m sure you could.”

You shook your head, “I never want to let them down, you know? That bakery was like their baby, I didn’t want to step in and ruin it. Some things just eventually come to an end.”

“I understand.” he nodded, “But you’re here now though, things worked out, right? Look at how lucky you got, you now have a Taehyung in your life!”

You grabbed a book and smacked him across the shoulder with it and he yelped, but laughed along with you after. The bells chimed and the first customer came in, Taehyung left to work on them so it was just you and Jungkook in the room. As you picked up your pen to work again a voice made you halt.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him in shock and confusion. Why was he talking to you all of a sudden?

“What?” you asked confused.

He sighed and put his sketchbook down and walked over to you. He sat on the chair next to you and all you could do was watch him.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick to you since day one. There’s really no excuse for that, I’m really sorry.” he said looking at you.

“Jungkook...” you trailed off.

“Yoongi and I worked really hard to get here, like really, really hard. There were days we never got to eat, nor did we have a roof over our heads. Despite all that we always had each other, and we had each other’s backs. When we finally opened our shop, I was beyond excited. Even with that shitty sign outside that we got rid of, this shop was still a great achievement. When you showed up, I just...felt threatened? It was stupid, I don’t know what I was thinking. I just felt like someone might screw this up for us or that all of this might go away and that was so terrifying for me. I realise now that you genuinely wanted to help us even though I was an asshole, and I just owe you the biggest thanks ever y/n because you played a huge part in making my dream come true. Instead of thanking you and showing you my appreciation all I did was yell at you and piss you off and I just, god, I hate myself for it. I’m really sorry. I just want you to know that I appreciate you, and so does Yoongi. We owe it all to you.”

For the past month Jungkook never said more than two words to you, but now he was giving you a whole ass speech? Man, here comes the waterworks.

“Shit, y/n, are you-oh god please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried out. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I’ll stop I just,” you inhaled, “I can’t stop.” you sobbed.

Jungkook pulled you to his chest and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. He murmured reassuring words, telling you that it was okay while he rubbed your back softly. You pulled away embarrassed and tried to hide your face as you wiped off tears messily and sniffled. God, you must look so horrible right now.

“Sorry I-” you sniffled, “I’m fine now. I’m fine.” you heaved.

“You sure?” he asked.

You nodded and smiled at him, making him smile back.

“I uh-” you started, “I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for making you feel insecure, and no it’s not stupid, your feelings are absolutely valid, Jungkook. I just had no idea I made you feel that way, it must have been bad for you, I’m so sorry. And I forgive you, thank you for saying all that but, it’s not me who made all this happen. It’s you, and Yoongi. The both of you are so talented, I’ve seen how you work too. Jungkook you’re incredible, okay? Like, yeah I don’t know anything about tattoos but I know a pretty thing when I see it and your work just blows me away and you should be so proud of that. That’s what brought you here, not me.” you said.

Jungkook nodded and looked at you fondly, “Thank you for saying that.”

“And uh...when you walked in that day-”

“It’s fine.” you cut him off feeling embarrassed and not wanting to talk about it.

“No y/n, it didn’t mean anything, okay? I saw how hurt you looked and I felt really bad.”

You shook your head, “Jungkook you have nothing to feel bad about. It’s your job, I was wrong to be upset anyway.”

“You don’t have to be jealous.” he chuckled.

You groaned, “She was blatantly flirting with you!”

“And I ignored her. Plus, I didn’t share my food with her.”

“You didn’t?” you asked hopefully.

“No, I didn’t.” he chuckled, making you grin.

You bit your lip and nodded back at him. “And, you know, what happened that day...”

His eyes widened and he took your hands in his, “I’m really sorry. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that, I made you feel uncomfortable and I still hate myself for doing that to you until this day...” he said apologetically.

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have ran off like that, it was so stupid of me.” you shook your head.

“I thought I scared you.” he said with so much guilt in his tone.

“Jungkook,” you whispered. You laced your hands with his firmly, “You didn’t. Not at all, I was just surprised and I didn’t know how to react. I must have hurt you, I’m sorry. I just want you to know that I really like you and...yeah.” you said shyly.

Jungkook had a small smile on his lips, “You do?”

“Mhm.” you said looking away.

That smile turned into a smirk, “So I was right, y/n did have a crush.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “It’s gonna fade if you keep at it.”

“Alright alright, I’ll stop teasing. I like you a lot too, y/n.” he said looking right into your eyes. His confidence was admirable.

“You could have been nicer you know? You wouldn’t stop sending me daggers through your stares and I even got you banana milk so you’d warm up to me but that was just weird, so then I didn’t know what to-mmpmh.”

And there it was again. Those soft lips against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. Your hands moved to his hair to bring him closer as he pressed his lips against yours, occasionally pulling away only to dive back in again. His hands moved to your waist and pulled you on top of him. You finally felt all that muscle on him through his shirt, he really was as ripped as you imagined him to be. He poked his tongue softly past your lips and you let him in.

“Always...wanna...kiss you.” he said in between kisses.

You sighed and let out small noises of pleasure, grasping on his locks.

“So pretty.” he mumbled as he pulled away and moved to your neck, planting wet kisses there.

You moaned when he bit down on the flesh of your neck, which made him sigh heavily.

“You sound exactly like I pictured you would. So needy.” he growled.

“Jungkook.” you said breathlessly.

“Hmm?” he hummed as he continued to mark you.

“W-we really shouldn’t-ah-be doing this here.” you squeaked.

Just then his lips met your sweet spot and you could help but let that loud moan ripple through you, catching Jungkook by surprise.

“Fuck, you even sound pretty.” He continued to abuse the skin of your neck with his teeth and tongue until he finally pulled away to look at you.

Your face was flushed, eyes hazy and lips swollen. Jungkook tucked your hair behind your ears and rested his forehead on yours. He placed another soft kiss on your lips, making you smile. Your hands remained around his neck and you fidgeted for a bit before asking him.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, princess?”

“I said that we shouldn’t be doing this here.” you said biting your lip.

He looked taken back at your sudden boldness and smirked at you.

“Are you saying you want me to have you over my chair in my studio?”

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

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“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung asked with his lips pressed together.

“Yeah?”

“Are they-”

“Yeah.”

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Business was picking up yet again, and to celebrate the anniversary of the shop’s opening, Yoongi decided to throw a small party at his and Jungkook’s shared apartment. Taehyung promised to get the alcohol and dragged Jungkook with him. Yoongi was spending the day cleaning the apartment and grumbling about how Jungkook is gross and never keeps the place clean. Yoongi was also inviting his other friends Seokjin, Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok. They apparently graduated art school together and were some of his best buds. Jungkook knew them too, and he had introduced you to all of them. You were pretty close to Seokjin since he just has an incredibly friendly nature and he’s always cracking lame jokes which you can’t help but find funny. So it was your job to get the food for the party and Seokjin was told to go with you.

“y/n there’s soju!” he called loudly in the supermarket where literally everyone can hear him.

“I told you, Taehyung’s in charge of the booze, he probably already got some!”

“But he doesn’t know the good kind, like I do! Pleaseee, look there’s like 8 different flavours.”

“Seokjin.” you huffed.

“Okay fine, but if this party’s lame I blame you.”

“Why am I even friends with you, dork.” you grumbled.

Seokjin helped you reach the foods on the higher shelves and you were grateful for that. He also paid, another reason you became extra nice to him. It was already late in the evening and you guys had to get back and get ready for the party. You lugged the huge bags of snacks through the corridors, these guys really did eat a lot. Seokjin rang the bell and after a while Jungkook answered the door.

“You guys eat like pigs.” Seokjin huffed as he carried the huge bags of food.

“Hyung’s the one who goes through all the chips!” Jungkook retorted.

“Do you hear how he speaks to me?” Seokjin complained to Namjoon.

You giggled at them and moved to enter when Jungkook blocked your way.

“Nu-uh.” he said smirking.

“Move your fat ass out of the way, these are heavy.” you huffed.

“Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all, kiss first.” he demanded puckering his lips.

“Gross, who would wanna kiss you?” you said fake disgusted.

“y/n!” he cried like a child.

You laughed and dropped the bags on the floor and stood on your tippy-toes to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped an arm around your torso keeping you pressed against him. You pulled away and nuzzled your nose against his.

“Can I come in now?”

He caught your lips with his again and bit on your bottom lip. You moaned softly making him inhale sharply.

“Guys, can you not do it at the damn doorstep?!” you heard Seokjin yell.

Jungkook and you laughed and he moved to carry the bags in being the strong man that he is. Later that night all of you huddled in front of the TV with blankets and more snacks. Most of them were passed out due to the high consumption of alcohol. You and Jungkook were still awake, and he was playing with the hem of your shirt while placing soft kisses on your collarbone. You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed at the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“You smell good.” he mumbled, pressing more kisses on your neck.

You only smiled and let him continue.

“Wonder if you taste good too.” he said casually.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you smacked his arm softly.

“You would already know that.” you played along.

“Hm, yeah I do.” he smirked making you look away embarrassed.

He turned your head to face him by cupping your cheek.

“y/n” he murmured against your lips.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Wanna taste you.” was all he said before his lips touched yours again and your mind went into a frenzy.

I’m just gonna say that the guys were lucky to have been knocked out that night. There were some pretty scandalous things happening in Jungkook’s bedroom.

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the end! wow this took me the entire day to write but it was totally worth it. who else is whipped for kook? :”)

also stream dynamite! love u guys <3

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msilwrites · 3 years

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(A 3AM Update) A True Gentleman, Chapter 20 - A case of jealousy

A/N: Hi guys! Chapter 20 is up! Enjoy reading and tell me what you think in the comments below.

TWENTY

A case of jealousy

Diana stared at the large tall ceiling of the concert hall. Right now, she's lying down on the stage, with a book on top of her rib cage, whilst doing vocal exercises and singing. Without a doubt, any member of the orchestra knew it was Aedan's doing.

As Diana struggled to recover every time she needs to prolong a part, Aedan required her to practice her breathing and take her voice completely from her diaphragm.

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" You take the high road and I take the low, and I'll be in Scotland before ye, for me and my true love will never meet again, in the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond..."

The instruments and Diana's voice closes the song, whilst the music fade, her cold voice prolongs the last verse, and echoes throughout the music hall, giving chills to people around. The hall was quiet for a while, but then applause followed coming from the orchestra musicians, appreciating the improvement in Diana's voice.

"OH MY GOSH! Aedan! your method work!!" she declares! seeing the improvement in her voice.

"It did, but you can't sing lying down during performances, Diana!" Aedan says playfully. "Which is why it is important to practice standing!"

Diana sighs and gets up from the floor. Singing had drained her a bit of vocal power and physical energy, therefore she needed a short break. She sits beside Aedan and takes the unopened bottle of Snapple beside him.

"That was mine!" he reprimands.

"I owe you one..." was her quick response.

"You owe me a lot, speaking of which... what was your Dr Skovgaards reaction?"

She narrows her eyes at him, remembering the incident that had recently taken place. "Are trying to get me into trouble, Aedan?! you bloody sent my dress for the wedding gig, with a box of flowers and a 'dirty' letter-"

"Which you wrote by yourself by the way!" Aedan quickly rebuffs her.

" It was your idea! I told you to discard it!! You made it look like some scene in some cheesy r-rated novel!" she says reprimanding him, but all he did was laugh at her.

" So? Did it work? did it work? what was his reaction?! tell me! tell me! you're killing me with the suspense!."

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FLASHBACK

It was Saturday quarter to noon when the doorbell rang. Isaac, since he was having his day off, was the one who answered the door, instead of Diana. Heck, that girl almost never showed her presence recently, and only placed mail for him at the dining table.

Isaac opens the door and was surprised to find a delivery man carrying a large black box of 'Net-A-Porter' and on his other hand, was a huge round box of bright pink roses.

"I did not order such thing!" was the first thing he said to the delivery man.

But the delivery man just laughed at him " Well, no one ordered them, these are all for 'Diana Rutherford' unless you happen to be her. Anyways, could you help me receive them? It's really heavy..."

Isaac's mouth hung agape, he didn't know how to react at the moment, and just took the boxes that the delivery man was carrying.

" Alright, please help me sign here to receive and we're good!" the delivery man hands him the 'received slip' after signing before leaving.

Isaac carries the boxes to the living room, and as much as he didn't want to, began snooping in. On top of the net-a-porter box was a card. He opened it and read its contents.

" To my sweetest Diana,

I hope you love the dress and the flowers I gave you. They represent my feelings towards you. I will fill you with love the next time I see you, I want to fill you with all the joys of the flesh, you lovely, lovely woman... I'd fill you until -"

Isaac clenched his fist and unknowingly crumpled the side of the letter. He read throughout it and it became steamy to explicitly dirty. His face felt warm, imagining what Diana had done with the man who sent these things, he just couldn't accept it and that was what broke the camels back.

He read the name at the end of the letter 'Sam'.

He chuckled and finally decided. "Alright, Sam... off you go..." he mumbles to himself. He didn't exactly know what came over him, but he wanted to throw the things this 'Sam' guy has sent.

"Dr. Skovgaard!" a familiar voice from up the stairs called him. He looked up to find Diana, looking at him expectantly. "Are those for me?!" she said excitedly, and came jogging downstairs."

"Uhhmmm... yes, some 'Sam' guy sent it to you..."

Diana forced a smile. 'Sam' was the pseudonym that she and Aedan agreed upon when they wrote the letter. Heck, she told him to abort the plan, but it seems it wasn't the case.

She quickly takes the boxes from Isaac and took a look at their contents, the dress she rented for one of her performances was already there. Aedan had packed it using a net-a-porter box to make it look like it was 'bought' instead of being rented.

The flowers were something she had bought for herself to place in her room, but it was Aedan's idea to make it look romantic.

She looks at the letter, and cringe upon reading it. It was actually a group of explicit letters formed into one. On the side, she couldn't help but notice the large crumple on the perfectly smooth surface of the card.

"Did you read the letter, Dr Skovgaard?" she felt blood rush to her cheeks.

"Uhhhmmm... no..." was his quick denial, however, Diana's gaze made him admit to it unknowingly. " Yes... by accident, sorry I was curious... " was his immediate defence.

"Oh..." she felt embarrassed and screamed internally.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two before he spoke again.

"Whose, Sam? Are you two dating?" he tried to sound casual, but there was a strain in his voice that didn't escape Diana.

"Oh... uh, ahehehehe," she laughs awkwardly, avoiding his gaze. She noticed his expression darken and definitely didn't want to look him straight in the eyes. "It's a secret Dr Skovgaard!" she declares and winks at him, catching him off-guard.

She quickly takes the boxes from Isaac, and the card, and ran back upstairs to her room, singing a sensual tune, called 'Pillowtalk'. "I love to hold you close, tonight and always, I love to wake up next to you..." she dreamily sings.

Isaac clenched his teeth, the dreamy and shy expression, and singing silly to a dirty tune. This woman was smitten to whoever this 'Sam' guy is.

He did not like it one bit.

END OF FLASHBACK

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Diana shakes her head, and covers her face in embarrassment, just by remembering the letter she wrote to herself, and the fact that Isaac has read the letter.

On the side was Aedan laughing his head off upon hearing everything that had happened.

"Stop it, Aedan!" she chastises him, slapping his shoulder, but he just laughed louder. "I'm about to die in embarrassment!"

"You should thank me! you got the reaction out of him, he's jealous!" he exclaimed.

"I don't think that's the case Aedan, I think he's more concerned and angry at the thought of me probably dating a hypersexual man."

"Oh, Diana, based on what you told me, he's definitely jealous! trust me! I'm a man!" he assures, but she still doesn't believe.

"Oh well... I guess I'd revel in his reactions while it lasts... " She sighs.

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The next weekend, her first assignment is to sing at a society wedding. Aedan saw that Diana lacked confidence, and he didn't want her to stand and sing awkwardly on the day of the main performance. So what other way can she build confidence? by doing a performance! Or throwing her to the sharks full of water, courtesy of Aedan.

Today, she was going to sing with a piano quintet, and the church choir and she couldn't help but feel nervous, knowing she is the soloist for today and felt regret despite the promise of payment.

"Well... I can finally buy a 3D printer..." she assures herself as she walks towards the church's opulent doors wearing the dress that she had 'sent' herself.

She knew this wee bit of money will help her buy the tools she needed in order to set up a small workshop studio she wanted and with renewed spirit, enters the halls of the church. Voices echoed as she entered halls, some of the guests were already seated whilst a number of children were still running around. The quintet was already there, setting up their strings and reading the music sheets, whilst the small choir were still chatting amongst themselves.

She heads towards the pulpit where all the musician was, but before she could even reach the place, familiar voices called her from behind. Turning around, she found her cousin Henry, beside her father, Francis and they were wearing kilts, and then she realized most of the men in the halls were indeed wearing kilts. Without a doubt, this was a Scottish wedding.

"Diana! It's nice to see you!" Henry greets, as he gets out of the pew to embrace his cousin.

"Ahehe... Henry? Da? What are you doing here?" was her first question.

"I should be the one asking you that!" was Francis reply. "What are you doing here? Do you happen to know the bride or groom?"

"Oh... uhhmmm... you know... to sing!" she declares.

"What?!" Francis was stunned. Sing?! Why does she need to sing? Unless she was actually the wedding singer. "Wait! Are you-"

"I'll talk to you later Da!" she says, half running to the pulpit, not wanting any more of the interrogation. It was better if he finds out himself that the wedding singer is his daughter. She'd face his wrath later on.

Half an hour later, the wedding has begun. She clears her throat and opens with the song called ' The One by Kodaline, as the entrance wedding march.

The piano began, and the choir began to sing the back vocals. Her cold voice followed, singing the first verse.

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"Tell me. Tell me that you want me. And I'll be yours completely For better or for worse." she sings, as the processional march began with the wedding officiant entering first, followed by the groom and his best men. Afterwards, the bridesmaids, groomsmen and the ring bearer and flower girls entered the halls, scattering flowers down the floor.

And when the brides, turn came, the guess had stood up to welcome her.

" You make my heart feel like it's summer When the rain is pouring down You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong That's how I know you are the one " she closes, the song when the bride had reached the altar. Turning to the side, she watched the groom shed some tears, as he took his bride's hands. It was no mistake that it was tears of joy.

She turned and found a number of guests, also crying. Including her father, and cousin, Henry. Heck, she'd never thought she'd see the day these tough men cry.

A pang of jealousy hits her as she watched the wedding ceremony. It takes her back to the time when she was seventeen, dreaming of her own wedding, whilst looking at Vera Wang wedding catalogues on the internet. She too dreamt of getting married to a man who loves her, a man who'd help her escape from her once uncaring father. A man who'd take away all the pain that she had suffered. But no, the man whom she almost married gave nothing but pain. If they did end up on the altar, she wondered if she would've become mental by now, or currently doing divorce proceedings. It took many twists and turns for her to realize that only she can make herself happy.

When the vows ended, Diana took it as a cue to sing the next song 'Fix You' by Coldplay. The strings open the song followed by the piano and then the hum of the choir.

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"Tears stream down your face I promise you, I will learn from my mistakes Tears stream down your face and I...

Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you" The choir and quintet fade in the background as she prolongs the last word, and her voice echoed like cold wind throughout the church's halls.

The bride and the groom cry with tears of joy as the song ended, touched at the way Diana sang the song. The couple looks at each other fondly, before turning back to the altar.

"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife! You may now kiss the bride!" the wedding officiant declares.

Without any hesitation, the groom lifts the bride's veil and kisses her. Loud applause and cheers followed, and the recessional music plays.

Diana watched the bride and the groom march out of the church, followed by their cheering guest. It was moments like this that made her question her own life. However, she puts it aside, knowing where her priorities now lie.

A/N: I might have made some grammatical errors, so I'd do some soft editing along the way.

I hope you enjoyed that one! What do you think of Isaac being jealous? tell me in the comments section below.

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So... Now that your writing bug is back... Could we get a drabble of Belle and Byron with the sibilings theory? Go ham :)

Lmao. This was at the top of the list ahaha what do you mean

Anyway, I'm still getting a feel for Belle, but for now I'm going for a mix of Kissing Kate Barlow's montage (not the backstory- the tone. Important.) and a very, VERY light dose of Azula... mostly for the siblings thing!

......and yet again I make it a set-up to a story rather than a drabble or one shot. Like some of the other stuff I've written, I wonder if there should be oneshot followups? x.x we'll see..

•🐍• Risk & Reward •🦝•

"Byron." Piper said sternly.

"That's odd. I don't remember hearing a knock.." Byron said lightly. He sat in his chair, faced away from the door, from her, from the world. "Or saying come in."

"There's been reports of the Goldarm Gang being seen around here." Piper went on. "We need to take action. Either hire more security, or outfit the building with further measures."

She heard the rustle of a newspaper page being turned. "There's no need for concern." Came his nonchalant response.

The woman placed her fists on her hips. She would not be casually dismissed like this. "You're looking at the news yourself. You know this isn't just another band of petty criminals."

Byron closed up the papers, folding it up neatly before swiveling around and turning to face Piper. "You're right. I do know that."

He was smiling, in that particular way where he knows something she doesn't. How infuriating... but begrudgingly comforting.

She sighed silently, then smiled passively. "I know there's no use trying to find out what's going on with you. I also came to let you know I'm putting in a request for a week off."

He leaned his head in his hand, frowning. "You have no faith in me, Piper."

"I have some faith in you." She smirked, "I do have matters to attend to, actually. This isn't a luxury getaway. A couple of old friends are looking to start bounty hunting. I wish to lend my support."

"I see." He muttered, looking to the side. "Very well. We'll find a way to manage without you around here. Thank you for letting me know."

"It's no problem." She said, recognizing that tone and demeanor. "If things go well, I can be back sooner?" She offered.

Byron shook his head. "That won't be necessary... You take care of your business, Piper," He looked pointedly down at the grainy quality of the main headline's picture. "And I'll take care of mine."

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The rumors were only just starting, so he figured that there would be some window of a time frame to prepare some things. Currently, he was recording inventory, and had plans over the money and several safes he had. (Even without this Golden Arm threat, he was a very careful man.)

He wouldn't be surprised if she had already started to scope the area around here. That no-good, sneaky turncoat, gold-lifting thief of a sister..!

Byron frowned, his jaw clenching and his temper easily flaring at the thought of her.

He sighed, smoothing out a part of his hair with his fingers. There was no use for paranoia or anger here. It'd only hinder him.

He focused about which modifications to his place. Piper was right, but he knew brute force wouldn't work. His sister was crafty, but still lazy no doubt. When you take the easy way out, you're bound to always be a weaselly, good for nothing...

He blinked. Focus.

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That week's work of preparation went for both sides. Belle sat with her drink as she checked out the lobby of the place. She had a more casual set of clothes to avoid detection. Jacket, gloves, no trademark glasses. She would stay low.

This place was popular for sure. Reports from other members confirmed as such.

She wasn't so surprised, considering who owned the place, but she was surprised at the ambiance. Cheery piano music, tame audience and a prim and peppy bartender. If this wasn't just a cover for anything on the sidelines, he turned out to be such a sellout!

Belle's grin was shrouded by the held to her lips. Too bad her little brother never grew a backbone and left those control freaks. For him that is. This was just a pit filled with gold just begging to be tapped. And she intended to answer those calls. The sooner, the better.

She downed her drink, and stood. She left enough to cover it and then plenty. As she passed by the performing bot, she left a generous tip for him as well. He gave a grateful bow, and continued his musical jig.

The heist pulled here would more than cover these 'losses,' but anything that goes towards bots was well worth it. Belle idly tugged at her jacket sleeve as she walked out.

They would strike soon.

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The first day of the following week, Piper returned. She hummed a tune as she walked into the bar, and headed to the back.

Things went swimmingly. Poco and Primo's friend, Amber, got her start thanks to Piper's investment. Her first job went well enough.. in the end. It was a productive week overall. The group even went out for a celebration afterwards, where, Piper recalled with a fond smile, that mysterious woman left quite an impression on her. She looked forward to seeing her again.

Her recollection of that magical night came to a screeching halt when the ruins of the place came to her attention.

"What in the..?" She muttered, looking around at the broken tables and more.

"Watch your step!" Barely advised, working on cleaning up a section of the room.

"Oh, Byron didn't heed my warning, did he?" She lifted her dress slightly to walk around the mess. "It'll do him well, if he has to learn this way." she complained as ladylike as always, "Maybe now he won't dismiss me, though I still won't think it likely. I still expect to be paid to work too."

"So that's what you really think." Byron said, leaning against a wall. He was amused, and straightened up. "Follow me. Both of you."

The robot and lady glanced at each other, but followed the owner of the place.

"We may have been hit, but I assure you that not a thing of value has been taken." He monologued as he led them down the hall. "The destruction of the place was only superficial, caused by the anger and frustration of an uncouth band of petty bandits."

Piper listened and noted they entered his office. So what kind of trick did he pull?

"Praytell, Sir. You're saying the only thing we have to worry about is the funds and time to clean up the mess?" Barley asked.

"That's right." Byron responded, a tint of pride to his voice. "I've replaced every precious gem and all the gold we've had stashed with lookalikes and Fool's. They've got nothing!"

He walked over to a section of a wall behind his desk and let a laugh escape him as he removed a frame from it. The wall behind was removable to show an empty space. "To add insult to injury, I left the most valuable item we owe in here." He reached in, pulled out the fake back cover and revealed a medium-sized box. "So it was right under their noses, and they left completely empty handed!"

"The most valuable?... Byron..." Piper frowned. "I trust you know well, but don't you think that was a risk? That precious statuette is sought after by everyone. It shouldn't be used as a trophy."

"Quite." Barley agreed. "With all my respect, Sir, you did this without even informing me." He sounded upset.

"...It's still here," Byron said weakly to his defense after a pause. He sighed. Maybe he had let more of his emotions guide his defense of their business. "I suppose.. I was letting things get personal. I'll admit it." He turned the box toward himself, and went to press the combination of numbers that would open the safebox. "Perhaps, I haven't been completely honest either. The leader of the Gold Arm Ga--" As he pressed the last button of the lock, the box lid flipped open and a light electric shock ran through his body, freezing him in place.

Piper gasped. Barley's arm reached out, roughly smacking the metal box out of Byron's hands and into the ground.

The box landed, and the only thing that fell out was a single slip of paper.

"It's missing!" Piper exclaimed.

Barley was near Byron in an instant. "Are you alright?" He asked the man leaning heavily against the wall.

The salesman didn't answer. His eyes were hyper-fixated on the single spilled content of the box. He pulled away from the wall and the service bot and leaned down to pick up the torn scrap.

'Dumbass!' was the only thing scrawled on it. Byron scrunched it up in his fist.

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"Shelly!" Belle cheered, "Pass me our winnings!"

A young woman with dark hair and an eye patch grabbed the shining figure of a cactus, adorned with priceless jewels.

She tossed over with a grin, and Belle caught it.

The leader of the Gold Arms stepped on a chair, then the table. "Look here, folks!" She called for attention. Her bandits instantly quieted their idle buzz. "We all did great last night. That slippery eel may have thrown us for a loop, but as usual, we united prevail!! Together, we've hit the jackpot!" She held the statuette up for her crew to see and cheer on. "When they cover this, the Golden Arm Gang will be unforgettable! And if we stick together, we'll always be untouchable!"

Cheers, and their celebratory times went on. Drinking, chatting, cheerful.

Belle grinned and hopped off the table at the crowd's energy. She pocketed the figurine. Life was finally good.

She sat and eyed the bag of loot they took along despite its worthlessness.

Maybe it wasn't so bad? The false gems could be used in a scam, she supposed, Some folks didn't know how to separate reals from placeholders.

She looked through it, and noted a box that had been unopened. Oh. That might have been when they were trashing the place when they discovered a lot of the valuables were actually cheap fakes.

She clicked the simple lock mechanism of the box open, just to sate her curiosity. There was a small, square sheet that was neatly tucked into the recently-opened box that held the mystery fog.

'Dunce.' It said, written in a very neat cursive.

"Ah, shit," Belle said, feeling lightheaded. She realized far too late. "That little...." she slumped forward, out cold. Her golden arm dropped the container.

A poison fog traveled from the box throughout the room, slowly knocking out the rest of the thieves in the hideout. They were fine, but all would wake up in an hour or so with pounding headaches and heavy nausea for days to come.

Just a little gift exchange amongst siblings, nothing more.

#siblings conspriracy theory #sct #Brawl Stars #Goldarm Gang #Belle #Byron #Siblings Theory #Bartenders #yes there was a Piper/Tara mention bc I'm weak #Ms. Fortune 😍#Skins #my writings #I have so much to say but I'll let it be #request but also self indulgent sibling rivalry that was set into motion bc of shitty parent(s)..... whoops is this too personal #anyway enjoy! i really like the dynamic between byron piper and barley now #expect more of them too

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stormtrprinstilettos · 5 years

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“Will you please call me Roger?” - Roger x (fem) Reader (smut)

Here it is, girls. Here’s your single dad Roger story.

18+ only for God’s sake.

Language. Smut. (Because I can’t seem to write without either.) Age gap. And you know what else? Even a little bit of fluff. I’m combining everything that was requested into one story.

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (For argument’s sake, Reader is 18, so she’s legal – I know if I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

You’re nervous as hell as you walk up to the front door.

It was late June when he called you the first time. You were anticipating it, but it still caught you off guard when he actually called. The Bradford’s – they lived next door to him – had recommended you to watch the kids and asked if it was okay to give him your number. You didn’t mind at all. It was extra money, and, let’s be real. The money these rich people paid? Better than if you actually got a real job.

“Hi, I’m looking for Y/N? This is Roger. Roger Taylor. I’m neighbors with Anne and Peter Bradford,” he said when you answered the phone. His voice soothing with a slight raspiness. You knew who he was, of course.

“This is Y/N,” you replied, trying not to shriek like a stupid fan girl.

“Oh, good,” he said. “You came highly recommended and I was hoping you were free tomorrow night. I have two girls – they’re harmless, really,” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe around, say, 7 until… I’m not really sure how long.”

Of course, you agreed. No way were you going to turn it down. And now here you are, standing at the front door, the fourth time babysitting for Mr. Taylor’s girls, trying to calm your nerves with deep breathing. You ring the doorbell, and a few seconds later you hear a loud thump inside, deep toned monster roars and giggly shrieking noises. You try not to giggle, but you can’t help it. Suddenly, the door opens wide and before you is standing the cause of your nerves.

Roger Taylor. And he looks fucking hot standing there in his buttoned up shirt and tie, his hair perfectly sculpted to emphasize his facial features, and those eyes and toothy smile. The little girl perched happily on his back just completes your internal meltdown.

“Hey Y/N,” he laughs, his excitement still leftover from the playtime. The little girl shimmies down his back and drops to the floor, runs up to you and taps you on your leg.

You squat down and hold out your arms for a hug. “Hey, Liv” She quickly hugs you, giggles and runs back inside. You stand back up. “I’m sorry I’m early, Mr. Taylor. I hope that’s alright.”

“Of course it is,” he says as he closes the door. “Come, sit,” he tells you, placing his hand on your back and guiding you into the living room. “And will you please call me Roger.”

“So…” You look around, taking in your surroundings. “Dinner? Dos and don’ts?” you ask.

He shakes his head like he’s trying to clear himself of a thought. “Yes, well, they’ve already had their dinner. And you know the routine by now.” His words are interrupted by another little girl running in the room with Olivia. “Ah, there she is. This is…”

“Call me Birdie,” she says.

“Birdie?” you ask, making sure you heard correctly. You look at Roger and he chuffs as he shakes his head. You turn back and smile at her, holding out your hand. “Birdie. That’s a lovely name.” She quickly shakes your hand, giggles and runs out of the room.

You look at Roger and he finishes laying out the rules. “Ok, so the new rule is to call Audrey ‘Birdie’ or she won’t acknowledge you,” he laughs before he sighs. “I guess I should go.” His less-than-enthusiastic tone lets you know he’s not excited about this evening.

“Something tells me you’re not looking forward to this evening,” you say, giggling. You feel like you’ve been giggling since the second you rang the doorbell, but you can’t stop yourself.

He groans. “It’s going to be so boring. I’d rather be here.” He gives you a grin and you swear to God his eyes are twinkling.

“It’ll be just as fun here as there. Bedtime’s in a couple of hours, then it’s just me and my trusty biology textbook,” you say with an roll of the eyes and self-depreciated smile.

“Doesn’t sound so bad.” His voice soft and low sends a shiver down your spine and your cheeks start to flush with every second he looks at you. He clears his throat and stands up. “Right, I’m going tell the girls goodbye and I’m off.”

He rushes up the stairs, and you walk into the foyer. When he comes back down, you greet him at the bottom of the stairs. “Have fun, Mr. Taylor,” you smile.

He moves a little closer, his blue eyes piercing into yours. His hand comes up and he slowly brushes his thumb over the top of your cheek, causing your breathing to stall in your chest. "You had an eyelash, he says quietly with a smirk. “And I said to call me Roger.”

Liv and ‘Birdie’ are great kids. Since he and their mom went their separate ways, he keeps them as much as possible when he’s not out on tour, always making up for the time he doesn’t get to spend with them. And he’s a great dad. Spoils them a bit much, but he loves it. After three fun-filled hours of playing dress up with the girls – they love when you do their hair and makeup – it was time to get them ready for bed. “Remember, girls, don’t tell daddy I let you stay up late,” you whisper after tucking them in. They giggle and put their fingers over their mouths like they were keeping a secret and you smiled and walked out. Not that it was a secret – he knows you let them stay up later than they should – but they don’t need to know that.

You tidy up the den and kitchen before settling yourself on the couch, turning the TV on and start studying. You get quite bored rather quickly, so you decide to spend some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that were on the coffee table, checking on the girls every once in awhile. You ended up falling asleep at some point, because you’re startled awake when you hear the front door open.

You sit up and a magazine fell off your lap just as Mr. Taylor walks in the room, smiling at you. "Did I wake you up?" he asks.

"Yeah," you answer, laughing. "I didn't even realize I fell asleep."

He bends down to pick up the magazine you dropped. "Did they wear you out?"

“Not at all. We had fun, as usual,” you smile. “Dress up and I let them stay up past their bedtime. But that’s our secret,” you say with a wink.

"I suppose that’s alright," Mr. Taylor said with a chuckle. "They like you far better than that old wench I used to get.” You grin and start to get flushed for some reason. “They think you’re a princess.”

You giggle. “Then I guess it can be our secret that I’m not.” You bend down and gather your things before standing up. “I guess I’ll get going now,” you say and he hurries to reach for his wallet to get the money to pay you.

“Going meet the boyfriend?” he asks, kind of jokingly, but more to fish for information.

You groan. “No, I got rid of him weeks ago.”

He hands you the money, and you thank him as you head out the door. Like always, he walks you to your car and opens the door for you. Perfect gentleman. “I did want to ask if you’re busy next week. The guys and I were invited to do that Live Aid thing and we have to practice. Just a couple of days, and I’ll need someone to watch the girls when I’m out.”

“Wow I didn’t know you were in the lineup,” you say, quite impressed. “My friends and I have tickets for that.” You start to think – you do have classes during the day, but you’ve never been able to say no to Mr. Taylor. “Of course I can watch them,” you grin. “Just let me know when.”

You get in the car and he looks down at you as he’s leaning on the door. “I’ll call you,” he says with a wink before closing the door. You try to start the car, but it won’t start. You try again and again, but nothing. He taps on the window and you open the door. “Having trouble?” he quips. You roll your eyes and he chuckles. “Let me see,” he says, tugging you out of the car. He tries to start it too, listening to see if he can figure out what’s wrong. “Ah, the alternator,” he says, like you know what he’s even talking about. He gets out, hands you the keys and closes the door. “You’re not leaving in this tonight.”

“Great,” you groan. “I guess I can call…”

“It’s 1 in the morning, Y/N,” he tells you. “There’s plenty of room here. We can take care of this when the sun is out.”

You consider it for a moment. "It really seems like the only option," you say quietly. "If you don't mind, of course."

He smiles at you. "Not at all. You’re great with the girls. It's the least I can do. And they’ll love seeing you in the morning.”

You follow him back inside and up the stairs to the room next door to the girls. “Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” you whisper. “I owe you.”

"You help me so much. I owe you. And how many times do I have to tell you. Call me Roger,” he smiles. “There's fresh sheets and everything in here," he whispers. "But I'm afraid I don't have anything for you to wear."

"That's fine," you reply quietly. "I can just sleep in this."

He blushes and you don’t know why. "Well, she left some of her things... I haven't cleared them out of the room yet. If you'd like you can grab something of hers."

You give a somewhat uneasy grin in reply, but nod, seeing as sleeping in your jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Taylor quietly moves past you and motions for you to follow him down the hall.

You enter a big master suite, and you bite your lip a bit when you see it. Half the room looked like it hadn't be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. He turns around and smiles apologetically. "I should clean up, huh," he says in a bit of a louder voice, trying to joke a bit.

You laugh softly. "It's fine."

He motions to the closet. "You can pick whatever you'd like. I'll grab you a toothbrush." With that, he turns and walks into the bathroom.

You open the closet door and it’s full women's clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. You can’t help but laugh a bit when you see it. There’s a section specifically for pajamas. She had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and your cheeks heat up as you look at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Taylor, and you start to wonder what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. You rifle through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. After looking through everything, you finally decide on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. You pull it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but decided it would have to do.

“Mommy?"

You whirl around, hearing the small voice behind you. Olivia's head is poked through the slightly opened door, looking at you, and you smile at her.

"No, it’s me. Y/N," you tell her softly.

Mr. Taylor comes rushing out of the bathroom. "Shouldn't you be in bed, doll?" he asks before glancing at you. "Go ahead and change in there," he says, pointing to the bathroom. "I'll get this one back to sleep."

You watched as picks Olivia up and walks down the hall. You go into the bathroom and slowly stripped out of your jeans and t-shirt, take off your bra and pull on the pajama set. You immediately regret choosing to wear her pajamas. She must have been much smaller in the chest area than you, and a lot shorter. You pull the tank top over you breasts with a lot of effort, the material stretching across your chest and the hem ending about an inch above your navel. The shorts are a little easier to get into, but are still a little snug and a lot shorter than you thought they’d be. You stare in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising your appearance. You glance around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but find nothing.

"Y/N?" you hear Mr. Taylor call softly. You open the door and poke your head out to see him standing in the middle of the room, smiling when he sees you. "You found something, then?"

"Uhh, sort of." He looks at you, confused. "I found something, but I didn't realize… Uh…well, it's just that... I guess she was a bit smaller than me?"

“Ah,” he nods. "I didn't think of that.” He shrugs. "It's just for sleeping, though, it shouldn't matter."

You glance in the mirror again, having a feeling that Mr. Taylor wouldn't think the same thing after he sees his ex's clothes on you, but you shrug it off. "I guess you're right," you say before turning and opening the door.

When you step into the room, Mr. Taylor's mouth drops open and he starts to look you up and down, staring at your body, mainly at your tits. Normally, you’d be embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable being looked at like this. You’d have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. Thinking about the men you babysit for and actually have them stare at you are two very different things. Mr. Taylor, however, is a very good-looking man, and you blame your next actions on that, along with the fact that it’s been a month since you’ve been laid. You let him stare at you for a good minute before you start to giggle. "So, it's not too small then?" you ask, the heat rising in your cheeks as he tears his eyes off your body and looks up at you then down to the floor.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, his voice breaking a bit. "No. It's fine." You can't help but grin hearing his voice cracked a bit more and he holds his hand out. "Your toothbrush?" he offers, still not looking at you.

You don't know what possessed you to do it, but you walk to him, swaying you hips a lot more than you usually do. You grin as you get closer than you need to, letting your fingers brush his as you gently take the toothbrush from his hand. He’s staring hard at the floor, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly. "Thanks," you say. "Is Liv okay?"

He nods. "Went our like a light," he says, still staring at the floor. "She should sleep through the rest of the night now. She usually only wakes up the one time." You smile, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Taylor's gaze shifts, only slightly, but you know his eyes are back on you tits.

"You can touch if you want," you whisper. You expected him to back away from you given the way his eyes shoot up and look at you. You look back at him, still grinning. He reaches out nervously and puts his hands on your hips, looking equally as nervously into your eyes. You bite your lip softly and step forward, nearly pressing against him. You reach up and put your hands on his shoulders.

"This is so wrong," he mutters, pulling you closer and pressing you against the hard bulge in his pants.

You grin at him again. "It's okay. I want to," you whisper.

"You're… You…"

"We both want it, Mr. Taylor."

"You're so young…" he continues, nearly pulling back.

You giggle. "You seem to be enjoying it so far," you tease, rolling your hips a bit to rub against him.

He groans and roughly pulls your hips, pulling you against him before he stoops down a bit and kisses you – hard. You kiss him back, your hands resting loosely around his neck. You run your tongue along his lip and he groans again, his hands trailing around from your hips to your ass, rubbing along your back and shoulders before finally cupping your breasts. You moan softly against his mouth and bite down softly on his lip.

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time, Mr. Taylor,” you tell him with a breathless tone.

"I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door the first time," he says quite gruffly, his lips on your neck as he fondles your breasts. Your nipples harden under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against you. "And I thought about you the entire time at dinner tonight."

You moan when he says that, trailing your hand down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groans again and presses into your hands. He’s sucking on your neck, one hand on your breast and the other rubbing up and down your hip and stomach. You tilt your head back, moaning as he touches you.

Without warning, he puts his hands on the back of your thighs and nudges your legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifts you off the ground. You squeal, shocked, and wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you as he carries you over to the bed, gently setting you down on the edge, his lips pressed against yours the entire time.

He pulls away from you gently, grinning before he goes to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. You grin at him as he turns back to you, leaning back on your arms and spreading your legs a bit.

"Fuck," he says, looking at you. You giggle and he walks back, sitting next to you on the bed. You lean forward and kiss him again. Each time his lips touches yours, you feel a tiny shock shoot through your body, nearly leaving you short of breath. You let one leg rest across his lap, and he runs his hand up your soft leg. You shiver as he touches you, his hands leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as you feel what seemed like surges of electricity running through your body.

His hand trails up your leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of your stomach, and finally stops on your breast over the pink tank top. Your nipples are already hard, and he pinches the left one lightly through the top. You gasp when he does and he kisses you harder. Each time he rolls one between his fingers your clit throbs. You moan against his mouth and he reaches up with his other hand, cupping your other breast and pinching that nipple, too.

You can hardly take it anymore, and you break the kiss suddenly. He looks up at you, slightly alarmed, but you giggle and push him back on the bed, straddling his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as you start to unbutton his shirt. He flicks his tongue against your mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on your ass.

As you finish unbuttoning his shirt, you gently rub your covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groans loudly and thrusts up, grinding his hard cock against you. You moan and push his shirt off. As soon as he shrugs it off, he starts to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top you’re wearing.

You let him push it up a bit before you lean back, grab the hem yourself and pull the tight material over your head. Your breasts bounce out of the shirt and you hear Mr. Taylor inhale sharply as you finish pulling it off and drop it on the floor. When you look at him, his eyes are wide as he stares.

"Everything okay?" you ask, looking down at your body. Mr. Taylor seems to be enjoying it. He’s staring at you for a long, long time.

"Your tits are fucking amazing," he gasps before pushing you off him onto your back, pressing his mouth to them. You moan as he licks and sucks them. He lavishes attention on one before switching sides, cupping your other breast with his hand as he rolls his tongue around your nipple. Your legs are spread and he’s laying between them, and before long your cunt is throbbing so much that you have to arch your back and grind against him, desperately needing some friction on your clit. Without moving his lips from your breast, he reaches down with one hand and gently rubs your slit through the shorts.

It feels amazing. His fingers are skilled and feel so good against your throbbing pussy. It still isn't enough, however, and you gently pulled his head off your tits, kissing him hard as you reach to unzip his pants. You undo them quickly, and he lets you push them down and throw them to the floor. He’s wearing boxers, and you can see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing you. You run your hands along his chest and stomach before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock.

He groans again, leaning down to resume sucking on your tits as you stroke his cock. It’s smooth and throbbing in your hand, and bigger than you expected. You rub it gently and he pushes forward in your hand, his moans stifled by your tits as he presses his face against them.

You stroke a bit harder and he thrusts into your hand again, moaning. He pulls his head from your breasts and kisses you, still rubbing your clit through the shorts.

"Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasps. You giggle and he shakes his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Liv was born." You raise an eyebrow and he blushes a bit. "My ex..." he starts to say.

You kiss him quickly and giggle again. "You don't need to explain," you say quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groan and starts to rub your clit again.

"So good..." he mumbles, and you moan as touches you. You start stroking his cock a bit faster and he groans. He reaches down and grabs your wrist gently, stopping your movements. He kisses you hard, on the lips and then along your jawbone before trailing his lips down your neck, sucking gently, and pulls your hand out of his boxers. He licks down your chest and gently runs his teeth on your nipples, making you gasp. You feel his lips trail down onto your stomach, where he licks and kisses down to the waistband of the shorts. He starts to pull on them, sliding them down your hips, his lips trailing along behind them, gently kissing your pussy as he slips the shorts off.

He sits up and just looks at you for a moment. You start to flush a bit when he doesn't say anything, and he notices, laughing a little. "You're fucking gorgeous," he whispers, leaning forward to kiss your inner thigh. "My ex was nowhere near as sexy as you." He kisses up your thigh, spreading your legs a bit more and kisses your pussy lips. "You have such a hot body." He reaches up and cups one of your breasts as he kisses your pussy, touching everything but your clit. "Nice, firm tits." He reaches under you with his other hand, cupping your ass. "Nice, round ass." He finally kisses your clit, sucking on it gently. You cry out, arching your back against him. "Sweet, tight pussy." He plunges his tongue into your cunt and you moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against you.

He licks your pussy, then moves his mouth to your clit, sucking on it as he pushes two fingers into you. You moan and can't keep yourself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as you wind your fingers in his hair. He licks eagerly, biting gently on your clit as he thrusts his fingers inside.

"M-mr. Taylor..." you pant. "I'm gonna... oh God I’m gonna c-cum..."

He responds simply by sucking harder on your clit, pushing his fingers faster. You cum hard, moaning loudly as you feel your orgasm crashing through your body. Your toes curl and you arch your back. When you come down a bit, you feel Mr. Taylor still licking your pussy, lapping up your juices. You’re still panting as he does, and he finally moves his head away and crawls up, laying down beside you. You look over at him and he grinning and you can’t help but laugh. "My ex hated that," he says.

"What was wrong with her?" you gasp with a giggle.

He laughs and leans over, kissing you and you taste yourself on his lips. "You're so fucking young," he murmurs as he keeps kissing you, gently rubbing your breasts. "This is so wrong."

You laugh. "I don't see you complaining."

"I'm not," he replies, rubbing your nipples lightly. "Just can't believe how amazing this is."

"Can't believe you're fucking a young little babysitter?" you ask teasingly. He groans and kisses you again, flicking his tongue against yours. You reach down and pull his boxers off, pulling out his cock. You bite your bottom lip and lick your lips as you look at it, and he laughs.

"I'd ask you to suck it," he says, "but I want to fuck you. I can't wait any longer."

He rolls on his back and pulls you on top of him. You slowly lower yourself onto his cock, moaning as you feel him enter. His cock feels huge inside you. You haven't had anything but your fingers in there recently, and the only guy you'd been with had a much smaller cock than Mr. Taylor's.

You let it enter you slowly, letting yourself adjust to his thickness. He moans as you inch down until he was buried deep inside you. Mr. Taylor reaches around and puts his hands on your ass, pushing you down even harder. You moan when he does, and slowly started moving yourself on top of his cock. The feeling is amazing, and you moan even louder as you let his cock slide in and out of you.

"Fuck..." he groans, his hands sliding to your hips, guiding your movements. You start to ride him a faster, panting as he thrusts up into you. Your breasts start to bounce as you move faster, and he reaches up with one hand to cup them. He pinches your nipples and you start moving faster and harder on top of him, moaning even louder as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. Before long you can feel yourself nearly ready to cum. Your hips buck and he presses on your clit and pinches my nipple at the same time. You cum again with a loud moan, tilting your head back as he thrusts himself up into you. You ride out your orgasm before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulls out and pushes you gently onto your stomach.

"Get on your hands and knees," he says softly in your ear. You obey immediately and he moves behind you. He reaches one hand under you, gently stroking your dripping pussy.

"Mr. Taylor?" you ask nervously.

He presses a soft kiss on your back. "Please, Y/N,” he whispers. “I love doing it this way and my ex never let me." He kisses you again reassuringly. "You’ll love it.” He pushes himself back inside your box with a bit of force, his moaning louder as he starts to thrust a bit harder into you. It feels amazing, and by the sounds he’s making, you can tell he thinks so, too. He reaches around you and gently strokes your clit, the other braced on your hip as he pushes his cock inside me. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, "this is... fucking amazing... you don't know how fucking good this is..." He moves faster and you moan as you feel his balls slap against you as he fucks you from behind. He keeps talking – you can't really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like "so good" and "so tight" and "fuckfuckfuck." But you do understand when he cries out "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum!"

His body shudders against you and you feel his hot load shoot into you. He leans against you, supporting himself as he moans and cums hard. Panting, he finishes, holding his cock inside you for a few seconds before he gently pulls out. You collapse on the bed and he falls right next to you. You both lay there, and you listen to him pant for a minute or two before he says anything.

"I haven't cum like that in years," he finally murmurs, sitting up. You watch him move off the bed and walk naked across the room. He flicks the light off and walks back, pulling the covers up. You pull yourself under them and he lays down beside you, reaching over and wrapping his arms around you.

"So it was good?" you ask, giggling.

He laughs loudly. "Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking... wonderful." He holds you close and you can hear his heart pounding. "Just what I needed."

You sigh contently. "I enjoyed it too, Mr. Taylor.”

He laughs again. “Will you please call me Roger?" he asks, yawning at the end of his sentence. You giggle, starting to fall asleep as your warm, naked bodies press together.

{Hey! There’s another one of these. Check the #single dad Rog tag!.}

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lycanthrop-ee · 4 years

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Okay so @dolphin-squirrel and I had a gift swap and they wrote a WHOLE ASS FIC to which they are slowly writing a PART TWO because they're amazing and they said I could post it for them! So here!!

Word count: 2116

We had a prompt list too, here are the ones they used!

Plot 1. They find out that something they were told as a child was actually a lie

Plot 5. Forced wedding but one (or more) doesn't want to get married

Dialogue 1. "Is this like, illegal?" "Probably."

Dialogue 2. "Why are you dressed like that?"

Dialogue 3. "You don't have to stay."

Roman paced around his room, trying to figure out how to leave without anyone noticing. There were two guards posted outside his door - his parents knew what he was like - and a small window leading to a sudden drop down to the ground below. Remus had gone for a walk, though Roman was sure he'd seen his brother go down a path to the forbidden area behind the castle, but that didn't matter at that moment. He sighed heavily and sat on the bed, trying not to panic as he ran his hands over the comforting silk sheets. Getting an idea, he stood, looking back at the distance from the ground to the window, then at the length of the sheet, smiling to himself.

"Ow." Roman landed heavily in the grass, flexing his hands from the slight burn off the sheets. His material chain seemed to be shorter than he'd calculated but at least he was out. He looked up at the castle, rearranging the cloak around his civilian clothing and concealed sword, dagger and money pouches as he stood and looked around for an escape route where he wouldn't be tracked. However, first, he tugged the silk sheet material sharply and it fell to the ground, where he stashed it behind a small clump of bushes to buy himself some time. Something small ran past and he followed it down the almost hidden path, taking a breath as he tried to remember which way to go to reach the village from where he was.

After a long time, he emerged into the village, pulling his hood up to hide his face. He looked around subtly and spotted someone in similar clothing to him - though all he could see was their dark cloak and big hood - rushing through the crowds of the market. Roman stepped forwards but froze as he felt something tug at the - fairly full - coin purse on his belt. Spinning, he locked his hazel eyes with the thief's discoloured ones and opened his mouth to speak, searching the crowd with a clenched jaw as the hunched figure seemed to vanish after a blink. He let out a breath and adjusted his hood again. No point in dwelling on what was lost...

He still had a relatively good amount of money on him so moved through the stalls and crowds, barely saying a word - the last thing he needed was for someone to recognise him. The town centre was so large and crowded that it usually took the average market-goer at least two hours to traverse, time that he didn't have. In an hour, the guards would enter his room to tell him it was time for dinner. He hurried past people, only stopping to buy some food and water from various stalls which he secured in his satchel, and continued on until he was almost through the market. More cloaked figures slunk unnoticed by everyone, merging with the groups of people who would soon realise were suddenly missing their change and jewellery. The kingdom had hit hard times a few years back and, even though it was now recovering, thievery was still rampant throughout.

He exited the market, turning slightly just to check that he hadn't dropped anything, and spotted something out of the corner of his eye.

It was that kid again, reaching towards some poor woman's coin purse. In a flash, Roman rushed over and gripped the thief's arm, catching the attention of the intended victim and the stall holder. "You're coming with me." He practically growled at the burglar, dragging them around a corner and slamming them against the wall. "Give me back my money and we can both walk away without a problem."

The thief held eye contact but swallowed anxiously. "I don't have it." They stated, voice low and gravelly, almost attractive...if this didn't happen to be a dirty street rat who stole a good amount of his coins. Roman laughed humorlessly at the response. "Really? Then you wouldn't mind if I checked your pockets..?" The thief smacked his hand away as he reached towards one of their pockets. Roman sighed and leaned his palms against the wall either side of their torso, trapping them. "Listen. I'm willing to completely forget about the money incident and let you go, no issue...But I've heard thieves know everyone and everything in this village. I need information."

"What kind of information?" They pulled their hood further down to try and avert Roman's gaze. "I'm looking for some people...and you're gonna help me find them." The thief tried to move away but Roman pulled the dagger from his belt and held it up, making them flinch back. "And what do I get out of helping you? You won't kill me? What are you, some kinda assassin or something?" They seemed unnerved by the blade but kept their breathing as even as they could.

Roman tucked the dagger away again. "You help me or I'll drag you to the castle and let the guards deal with you." The thief paled, trying to keep their expression undisturbed. "Fine. But I want payment." Roman nodded, holding up one of his other coin pouches. "This is yours if you take me to whoever can help me. Deal?"

The thief thought for a moment, eyeing the small velvet bag as Roman opened it and showed them the coins that were inside. "Fine. But it's a long trip, gonna cost you double that." Roman sighed but nodded. "Oh, and you can call me Raven for now. It's not my name but it sounds nicer than thief..."

They immediately slipped out from Roman's loose entrapment and began walking down a side street, rolling their eyes as Roman stumbled, trying to keep up. "Hurry up." They complained, twisting through different streets faster than someone as scrawny as them should be able to walk. "Wait, I don't even know what you look like..." They continued to walk in silence, making Roman groan in frustration at their stubbornness and speed. "You're a really rude guy, you know?"

Raven stopped and turned, making him stumble again. "I'm not a guy. And if you're gonna ask questions every five minutes, I'm not doing this." Roman looked away from them, clenching his jaw. "Sorry..." He muttered, finally able to get a good look at Raven's face. As he'd noticed before, their eyes were mismatched - purple and green - and black makeup was smudged under their eyes and dragged down their cheeks in two ragged lines, cutting through their pale, freckled skin. They rolled their eyes again and pulled their hood down as they turned away.

"We're not gonna get there before sundown at this rate..." They muttered, sighing and starting to walk down another twisty set of alleys, slower this time so that Roman could catch up. He looked around, looking at the graffiti covering the walls as they ventured deeper, while also trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone they walked past. It took a long time - Roman wasn't sure how long since he'd forgotten his pocket watch in his room - but the scenery started to become lighter and greener with flowers and trees beginning to spring up. "How much farther?" He asked, smiling as birds flew overhead. "Shut up and walk. The faster we get there, the faster I get back home." Raven sighed, the thud of brick beneath their feet changing to the soft sound of a dirt path as they broke through to a forest entrance. "We follow this path and it should take us straight there..."

Roman scanned over the surroundings and pointed to a collection of cut tree stumps. "We should take a quick break first." Before they could answer, he'd gone, sitting on a stump and pulling his hood off, fixing his hair quickly. Raven muttered something along the lines of 'pompous idiot' and reluctantly joined him, stretching to their full height (not missing the eyebrow raise Roman gave them) before sitting down.

"So...You're taller than you look...Why do you hunch down all the time? Doesn't it hurt your back?" They glared at him in silent judgement as they looked around, half to survey their surroundings and half simply to ignore their passenger. "Come on..." At the lack of response, he shrugged and set about picking the little flowers that were growing around the tree stumps. At least ten minutes passed until Raven sighed loudly. "I hunch 'cause to be a good thief, I have to hide behind things. It's like...thieving rule number one...It hurts sometimes but the rewards are good enough that I don't care. I'm still the smallest of my clan..." Their foot tapped anxiously in the grass and their eyes flicked over to him, noticing the way he fiddled with the flower stems nervously. He seemed young, about their age, and without his stupid hood on, they could see his gingery-brown curly hair and his tanned skin that was littered with scars. There were so many questions they could ask him but they settled on the main one that was bouncing around their head.

"Who are you looking for..?" They watched as he looked up at them, weighing his options.

"I, uh...I found out that I have siblings...*More* siblings...and I'm trying to find them. I grew up with my twin brother..." He looked up at Raven and shook his head. "My parents never told me because I think they're scared of something. All I know is there's four, not including me or my brother..."

Raven laughed. "How do you suddenly find out you have four siblings? That's a lot to misplace..." They sat on the brick next to Roman, obviously awaiting an actual answer that was more than the shrug he gave them. "I...In the castle, there were these secret scrolls. It was written in them..." He tried to sound dismissive but could see the cogs turning in Raven's head. "Wait, you broke into the Castle? How? That place is so heavily guarded, people who try are never seen again...How did you of all people get in?"

Roman stared at them for a moment and swallowed thickly, suddenly remembering he was talking to a stranger. "I...I didn't..." Raven stared at him, confused. "I...live there..." He looked away, expecting a harsh laugh or to be jumped and stolen from again. Neither came.

Raven looked him up and down slowly. "You...*live* there..?" They tried to comprehend it, finally getting a proper look at Roman's face. "Oh shit...Oh SHIT, you're-" They stood suddenly, stepping back and tripping over a root that was sticking out from the ground, sending them onto their butt. Their hood fell back too, causing their black hair to flop over their face obnoxiously. "You're one of the Princes..." Roman nodded with an almost embarrassed smile. "Yup...Prince Roman Astoria-Vallance, at your service." He gave a mock bow where he sat.

Raven blinked, frozen, before slowly getting up again and sitting back down in silence, which Roman broke a few moments later. "My family aren't the best of people, I know...I just...I wanna try and find some that might be..." He ran a hand down his face and stood, pulling his hood back up to keep the sun out of his face. "You don't have to stay. I mean, I understand if you want to go back to the village. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone..."

Raven stood too, pulling their own hood up too and holding their hands out in a lazy shrug. "Yeah, your family are pretty awful people, but you seem more like a hopeless dork than a monster. I might stick around for a little while...to make sure you don't get yourself killed. Don't wanna be prosecuted for treason, do I?" Roman laughed and nodded. "Sure, Raven. You're my navigator."

The thief hesitated. "It...It's Virgil..."

Roman hummed in question. "My name. It's...My name is Virgil." They stuck their hand out awkwardly and Roman took it, shaking it in his strong grip. "Nice to meet you, Virgil." They laughed lightly and took a breath. "But if you're a Prince...Why are you dressed like that?"

He looked down at himself and hummed. "I'm kinda doing this instead of...getting married tomorrow...I have to blend into the crowds or they'll give me away and the guards will find me and I'll be forced back to the castle and I really really don't wanna get married..." He chuckled nervously.

"So...Is this like, illegal?" Virgil asked, and Roman nodded. "Probably... They raised an eyebrow. "Okay, yeah, definitely..."

V shrugged. "Sounds like fun…"

#sanders sides fanfic #prince!roman #thief!virgil #prophecy au #sanders sides prophecy au #sanders sides #sanders sides fantasy au #roman sanders #virgil sanders

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Cookery Contest

As part of the spirit of that last ask, I think it’s a great time to announce my three week long contest for a set of cooking things that I think most people don’t have, but add so much to a basic kitchen!

Why am I doing this? Well, what seems forever ago, I got a fairly sizeable Amazon gift card from a very well meaning relative. I do not support Amazon. At all, if I can help it in every way. I do not feel comfortable profiting by it. But here I sit, and if I just hold onto it, Amazon just keeps the goddamn money. So!

I am offering these prizes to a winner this month, and let’s look at the prizes first! Winner gets THE WHOLE SET.

Number one: Lodge Logic Cast iron skillet.

Number two: Chicago Metallic Jelly Roll Pan (the best brand for my money. Doesn’t warp or anything, and I have PUT IT THROUGH ITS PACES)

Number three: Thermoworks 600D thermometer (I wrote a whole ost about how fucking incredible this thing is)

Number four: Either a slow cooker or an immersion blender, winner’s choice! These two figure HEAVILY in my recipes, and I think they’re amazing additions to a kitchen!

Number five: A cope of the Joy of Cooking (used) The best entry level cookbokk I know, I STILL refer to it all the time.

This is a really great cooking prize worth over a hundred dollars! Unfortunately, this is only open to US residents after checking out where I can use the giftcard. I would have much preferred to say “International kids I will give you the gift card’s worth of cooking items” BUT.

there are just, SO MANY WAYS TO ENTER. They are below! This will be progressive! I have a spread sheet for entries, so i can clearly keep track of how many you have! And THE FIRST WAY TO ENTER IS BELOW. There is also a special surprise prize for most creative entry over the course of this whole thing.

Winner will be selected by random drawing selector from random.org

Entries will be done on a flash basis, as in, the limits to enter are for a day, or two hours, or a week, depending on the entry style or requirement or my fucking mood. Some will be on the main blog, some on the patreon. None will be done on the side blog. In each case, I will clearly note the requirements to enter and the time limit. Some things will be worth multiple entries, but unless stated, you can only hit an entry once. Some of these entries will privilege people who read my stuff! I do not feel bad about that!

First chance, worth one entry, open until 6 pm MT standard time on Saturday, May 2nd, as given by my tumblr notification system:

What is the comfort dish that any of the OW characters list below make, and why is it that?

Pharah

Tracer

Mercy

Dva

Winston

Ana

Jack

McCree

#Holligay Loves Food #and helping people make it better

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Beautiful Mess Part 6

A Brian May x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader works in a bookshop. She meets Brian May and they have an instant connection. It seems to be a fairy tale romance. But, things are seldom what they seem.

Word Count: 2.9k

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @mrs-jack-murphy, @not-john-watsons-blog, @simmisblog, @mirkwoodshewolf, @assembledherethevolunteers, @thosequeenboys, @lv7867, @maymacca, @rethought, @brianslittlepet, @jinxy93, @stephydearestxo, @mrcleanisthicc, @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls, @readinghorn If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: I only got this chapter out this fast because I actually wrote it first! I’ve been dying to share, and I hope y’all enjoy the suspense!!!

Warning(s): Mild gun violence

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 here we go!!!

Brian spent the remainder of the morning like a ghost. Going through the motions of dressing and going to the studio. He didn’t remember actually getting there, and while he was there physically, his mind and heart were wrapped up in you. Emotional whiplash was hitting him hard. The whole night was perfect - everything he’d hoped for these past few weeks - and then the morning came and you were engaged. His heart felt small inside his chest.

When he entered the studio, Freddie was shockingly the only one there. Brian nearly sighed with relief. Freddie would understand this sort of hurt and confusion. He just had that sort of emotional intelligence. Also, he knew Brian better than most people.

“Morning, dear,” Freddie said brightly. “Rog and Deaky are getting some food. Did you -” He stopped himself as he took in Brian’s appearance. “Good lord, darling, are you alright?”

“No,” Brian said, voice gravelly from the emotion welling up inside him. He met Freddie’s gaze. “She’s engaged, Fred.”

“Oh, no,” Freddie returned sympathetically. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Brian broke down. Freddie took his friend into his arms and helped him over to the couch. There, Brian explained the whole thing. Freddie listened carefully.

“I just don’t understand,” Brian finished. “One minute, we’re making love and the next day she’s crying and leaving. Telling me she’s engaged. But she doesn’t even wear a ring or anything.”

“Maybe it’s not something she wants,” Freddie said. “It appears to me - from what I’ve seen and heard - that she wants you.”

“I believe she wants me too,” Brian replied. “Which is why I’m so confused. I’ve got so many questions.”

“You must speak to her then,” Freddie said simply. “She’s the only person who can give you any clarity.”

Brian opened his mouth to respond, but then Roger and John returned. Roger took one look at Brian and his face darkened.

“What did she do?” he demanded.

“Nothing!” Brian insisted. “She just told me the truth. She’s engaged.”

He went over it again for them. Roger was fuming by the end of it and John just shook his head.

“She’s been lying to you this whole time?!” Roger cried. “What the hell is wrong with her?!”

“Don’t be like that, Rog, I’m sure it’s very complicated,” Freddie said.

“I’m with Roger,” John said. “If that’s the case, I think you’re well shot of her.”

“Well, I’m a hopeless romantic, darling,” Freddie said. “If you want your closure - or perhaps your second chance - you should go after it.”

“Thanks, guys,” Brian said, looking at all of them. “I think I will ask her and get closure. But at the end of the day. For now, I could use a distraction.”

“We’re happy to oblige,” said John, handing Brian some new sheet music. “You’re gonna hate this one, so it’s perfect.”

Chuckling, Brian looked it over. Then he frowned.

“You’re right, Deaky, what the fuck is this?”

You anxiously watched the clock, hoping you’d be able to close the store before Brian got over to see you and question you. You knew you owed him some answers, but you were in no rush to give them to him. Just another half hour and then you’d be able to lock the door and hurry home. Your heart jumped into your throat when you heard the tinkle of the bell, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw who came through the door. It wasn’t Brian. It was a stranger. Just an ordinary man.

“Hello,” you said. “Just so you know we close in a half hour.”

He didn’t say anything. He just nodded before disappearing into the history section.

You sat on your stool behind the counter and watched the clock. It felt like each tick lasted an hour. And each tock went on for a week. Perhaps you really would get lucky and Brian didn’t want to know. It made you sad to think you might never see him again, but it was for the best. The time you’d shared was really more of a fantasy. You were silly to indulge it at all.

A soft ding made you look at the door. Your heart constricted. It was Brian. Part of you was thrilled to see him and part of you dreaded it. You didn’t know whether to smile or wave or say something. You decided on just looking until he gave you some sort of indication of his emotions. He looked displeased but also very sad.

“Y/N,” he said, walking up to the counter. “I’ve got to speak to you.”

You sighed. “Brian, what else is there to say? I told you I’m engaged. We can only be friends, nothing more.”

“You told me you love me,” he reminded you.

Tears stung your eyes. “And that’s true. But we can’t be together.”

“Can’t you end it with your fiance?” he asked, taking your hand.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I could never leave him.”

“Why?” he pressed.

“It’s complicated,” you said. “But I owe him too much. I won’t betray him by going back on that promise.”

“But you don’t love him,” he said. It was a statement, not a question.

“You’re right, I don’t,” you admitted. “And honestly, I’m sure he doesn’t love me as anything beyond a dear friend. But we’re bound to each other.”

“Explain it to me,” he requested.

“I can’t, Brian, it’s too much,” you said.

You got to your feet and pulled your hand away, heading for the door. Brian followed.

“It’s not too much,” he said. “I’ve got time.”

“You’ve got to be back at the studio, I’m sure,” you returned, locking the door and turning to face him.

“Not for a few minutes,” he insisted. “Please, Y/N. I’ve got to understand. I’ll lose my mind if I don’t.”

You turned around and looked at him. Both your and his eyes were shining. It made sense. Even though it was clarity he would gain, it was also goodbye.

“Just let me lock up the back door,” you told him. “Wait here.”

He nodded. You went to the back and left him waiting at the counter. You turned the deadbolt and went to head back to Brian when you were startled by the man who’d come in before him. You jumped and gasped softly at his sudden appearance behind you but quickly recovered, hand over your heart.

“Oh, sorry, sir,” you said. “I forgot you came in. Here, follow me to the front door and I’ll let you out.”

“Shut up,” he said harshly.

In a swift motion, he retrieved a handgun from inside his jacket and pointed it directly in your face. Your heart began pounding wildly with panic and you swallowed a scream.

“Please,” you said, shakily. “You don’t have to do this. You can have whatever you want. The money in the register, my jewelry, anything. Please, just don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t have to hurt you if you do exactly as I say,” he warned. “Where’s the phone?”

“Behind the counter,” you said.

“Let’s go,” he urged.

He grabbed you by the arm and put the barrel to your temple. You winced at the cold of the metal. Then the man forced you to walk forward, which was difficult on your shaking legs.

“Y/N?” Brian called.

“Who’s that?” the intruder demanded, yanking you to a stop.

“Just a regular customer,” you lied. “I don’t know him well.”

“Bullshit, you don’t,” he spat. “He’s waiting for you after closing time.”

“P-please, I -”

He forced you forward, placing the gun at the back of your head now, so you were a few paces ahead of him. As you came around to the counter, Brian’s brow furrowed. You had more tears in your eyes and you were quaking. Then he saw it and his eyes went wide. The gun emerged first, followed by the man pointing it.

Brian lunged for the phone.

“STOP!” the man bellowed, and Brian froze where he stood. “Or I’ll shoot her. Turn around and put your hands where I can see them.”

Brian obeyed, holding his hands above his shoulders as he glowered at the assailant.

“What do you want?” Brian asked.

“You’ll see soon enough, curly,” the man retorted.

He pushed the muzzle with bruising pressure into your scalp. A terrified whimper left your mouth.

“Go to the phone,” the man said. “Call your fiance.”

“H-how do you -”

“Don’t question me!” he barked. “Just do what I fucking tell you!”

“I’m sorry!” you returned meekly and went past Brian to where the phone sat on the counter.

The man ordered you to turn around and face him as you dialed. Your hands shook violently and tears clouded your eyes. You were grateful you knew the number so well. As you pressed the final button, the man took the barrel of the gun and place it at the hem of your sweater. He used it to push it up, running the cold steel over your stomach and then your bra until he was pointing it directly over your heart.

You had no time to worry about it being indecent. The phone rang several times and for a moment, you feared you would get no answer.

“What do you want from her fiance, anyway?” Brian asked.

“Don’t you know?” the man returned. “Her fiance is Richard Kimball. One of the richest men in all of the UK. He’s got more money than the royal family if I heard right.”

You weren’t sure if that was true since Richard never discussed finances with you. You knew the Kimballs were incredibly wealthy, but they were new money, making their fortune post-WWII.

Brian looked at you, appalled. It all came together now. He just never expected you to be betrothed to Richard. He thought surely they had secured some heiress for him, but it was you.

“Is that true?” Brian breathed. “You’re engaged to Richard Kimball?”

“I am,” you choked out. “I’m sorry, Brian, I should have told you -”

“Enough!” interrupted the intruder. “Focus on your task. I want two million for his precious fiance’s safe return.”

You nodded and finally, you heard Richard’s familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Richard,” you said. “It’s me.”

“Hello, darling,” he replied. “Sorry it took so long to pick up. I’ve already sent my secretary home.”

“That’s alright,” you assured him. “Listen, I need you to come to the shop.”

“Is everything alright? I know we were supposed to talk, but I’d really prefer somewhere we have plenty of time and...”

He kept talking but you stopped listening. You took a deep breath. You locked eyes with the intruder. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might tear out of your chest. With a sudden burst of bravery, you changed course.

“Richard, call the police!” you shouted.

“Fuck!” the intruder cried.

“There’s a man holding me at gunpoint, he’s white, tall, blue eyes, dark hair, tattoo on his left wrist and -”

BANG.

In under a second, the man had removed the gun from its place on your chest, turned it on Brian, and fired. You screamed. Brian collapsed on the floor, clutching his arm. Blood was staining his sleeve and hand.

“Y/N!” Richard called, but you couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t tear your eyes from Brian and your ears were ringing. “Y/N, are you hurt? What’s happening?!”

You started to answer but then the intruder wrenched the receiver from your hand. While he faced the other way, you flew to Brian. His breathing was heavy and he rocked back and forth on the floor.

“Brian, I’m so sorry!” you cried.

“You did the right thing,” he grunted. “Don’t be sorry.”

“Get to the shop,” the intruder said to Richard. “You have one hour to be here with two million or I kill them both. And don’t even think about calling the police.”

He hung up.

“Is it very deep?” you fussed over Brian.

“I don’t know,” he returned. “I think it just grazed me.”

You started to respond, but yelped when the intruder yanked you away by your hair.

“Please!” you begged, struggling against him. “Let me go to him! Let me help him!”

Frustrated by your newfound resistance, he threw you to the ground. You fell forward, nearly on your face, and then crawled over to Brian again.

“Any more stunts and I’ll give him worse,” the man warned.

You ignored him and started tugging at Brian’s jacket. You needed to see the wound and make sure it was just a graze. Although, considering the amount of blood, you doubted it. He hissed when you moved his arm, but he didn’t try and stop you.

“I’m sorry,” you told him. “I’ve got to see it.”

“I know, it just hurts,” he winced.

He had on a t-shirt underneath and the injury was just below the sleeve. It was a graze. But it was deep and bleeding heavily. Already the wooden floor was stained red. Brian’s blood was on your skirt and hands and you frantically wondered what you could possibly do for him. Your eyes landed on his face and tears rolled down your cheeks. He was already struggling to stay conscious and you weren’t sure if it was from shock or if he was really losing that much blood. Or perhaps it was the pain.

“Oh, Brian, I’m so, so sorry,” you said.

He took a deep breath.

“No,” he replied stiffly. “S’alright.”

You turned to the intruder.

“Please,” you said weakly. “Let him go. Hold me hostage, but you don’t need him. And he needs help.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Brian protested through gritted teeth.

“Don’t be a hero, Brian, you’re hurt,” you replied.

“Doesn’t matter,” said the intruder. “Neither of you are going anywhere until I’ve got the check in my hand.”

“You won’t get a penny,” you told him, though it sounded less impressive with the sniffle at the end. “The Kimballs don’t negotiate.”

The man didn’t answer. You looked helplessly at Brian. His breathing was shallow and short, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. You stood up, kicked off your shoes, and slid your stockings down your legs. You knelt down again, moved his hand out of the way, and then wrapped them around his arm tightly, hoping that it would be enough pressure to stop the bleeding. Or at least keep it at bay until help arrived.

You helped him onto your lap, and he relaxed into you, murmuring your name and his gratitude. You felt terrible. The weight of this was overwhelming. What if he ended up with serious damage and couldn’t play anymore? All because he wanted to see you, and you had been careless enough to forget that the other man was inside. You opened your mouth to apologize again, but the sound of a siren cleared your mind.

You knew the intruder was going to grab you, so you quickly stuffed Brian’s jacket under his head and let him gently lay on the floor. The intruder yanked you up by the arm and walked you over to the window. Brian moaned a little as you were taken from him, and you whimpered. Then the intruder forced you to face the window and you saw it - several police cars, a couple news crews, and a gathering crowd.

Back at the studio, Freddie, Roger, and John were all waiting for Brian. Freddie smoked a cigarette. Roger twirled his drumsticks. John plucked at the strings on his bass. Roger was getting perhaps the most impatient since he had a date that night and did not want to be late. John heaved a sigh.

“I s’pose I’ll go ahead call Veronica to tell her I’m missing dinner,” he said, putting his bass to the side and striding over to the phone.

“Let me know when you’re done so I can call Kate and cancel drinks,” Roger said.

John only nodded and picked up the receiver.

“Do be patient, darlings,” Freddie said, getting to this feet and taking the phone from John to hang it up. “He went to speak to Y/N and I’m sure he’s in a great deal of pain.”

“We can’t wait around for him all night,” Roger said.

“Just give him five more minutes,” Freddie insisted. “If he’s still not back, you can both go home and I’ll wait up for him.”

“Five minutes,” John repeated, looking at his watch to begin timing.

He took a seat beside Roger, who lit a cigarette of his own and took a long drag.

Minutes ticked by. Freddie could sense the irritation coming in waves off of Roger and John. Suddenly, Jim Beach burst into the room, making them all jump. His face was flushed, his forehead gleamed with sweat, and his suit was disheveled. It looked as if he’d run all the way to the studio.

“Where’s Brian?” he demanded through his deep breaths.

“He’s at the bookshop,” Roger answered. “Why?”

“Oh, no…”

Jim’s face fell and the bandmates exchanged worried glances.

“What’s going on?” John demanded.

“I’ve just had the news on,” Jim explained. “There’s a gunman at the shop. Someone has already been shot and it’s become a hostage situation.”

All four of them raced out the door and hurtled down the street, hoping they would find Brian safe.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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❉ 139 Dreams (Jaemin Na) Along the Way

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Mafia, Angst, Romance, Crossover ☁

Word Count: 2,583 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Jaemin ☁

World: Kpop, NCT & Anime, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ☁

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

Jaemin sat at the kitchen table with his parents. A man sat on the other side of the table, casually drinking an espresso. He was wearing a black suit and a matching fedora. The air was thick and uncomfortable.

The front door creaked open, boots stomping on the wooden floor of the entryway. You stepped around the corner with a scowl on your face. “This better be important, Reborn. Today was supposed to be my day off.”

Reborn sipped his espresso. “I have a job for you.”

“Obviously,” you rolled your eyes, catching sight of the young boy. As one of Got7’s bodyguards, you had come across several other kpop groups in the past few years. One of the recent ones was NCT, the group that this boy belonged to. The question was, why was he sitting across from Reborn?

“You’re going to marry this boy,”

“…excuse me?”

“His parents took out a loan with some questionable people when he was injured. They were then referred to me for help. The deal is quite simple,” he smirked at you over his shoulder, black eyes shining with amusement. “Until their debt is repaid to me, their son will be married to you.”

Your eye twitched in annoyance, “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Jaemin, you really don’t have to do this…” his mother patted his arm with a sad look.

He smiled softly, resting his hand over hers. “It’s okay. You did everything you could for me when I was injured. This is the least I can do to repay you.”

Reborn’s smirk grew as he stood up, his fedora covering his eyes. “Now that that’s settled, go pack your bags. You’ll be living with Y/N from now on.”

You stood in the doorway awkwardly after Reborn left, receiving a glare from Jaemin’s father and a worried glance from his mother. ‘Don’t blame me, I’m just as much a victim here as your kid is,’

Clearing your throat, you pushed away from the door frame. “Come on,”

Jaemin hugged his parents before following you out to your car. “I have to get my things from the dorm.” He spoke softly, not sparing you a glance.

“Right,” you sighed, starting the car. ‘This is gonna be hell,’

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“You got married?!”

“I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Did hell freeze over?”

You scowled at the younger members of Got7, throwing a pillow at them. “It’s not by choice, idiots.”

“Couldn’t you just say no?” Jaebum questioned.

“I could, and then Reborn would make my life an even bigger hell than it already is.” You huffed, sliding down in the chair. “That bastard is a sadist through and through that gets off on pushing people to their absolute limit.”

“Until the debt is paid…” Jinyoung murmured thoughtfully. “How much do they owe?”

“100k, I think.”

“Daammmnn,” Jackson covered his mouth, eyes wide. “Do you know how many pairs of shoes I can buy with that kind of cash?”

“Or how much Dr Pepper…” You mumbled.

“It may take a few weeks, but with the high-paying clients you get, you could pay it off.”

“See, Reborn thought of that,” you met Jinyoung’s gaze. “The money has to come from Jaemin himself or his family. I’m not allowed to contribute to the pot because of how easily I can make money.”

“Is it really that bad being married, noona?” Bambam inquired curiously.

“Having someone you don’t know living in your space is pretty frustrating, yeah.”

“Why don’t you try to get to know him?” Youngjae suggested.

“No thanks,”

“Stop being anti-social, Y/N.” Jinyoung scolded. “You’re obviously going to be together for a while, the least you can do is try to make the best out of the situation. Think about how stressed he must be right now.”

Your nose wrinkled at the thought. All these years, you only had to look out for number one, but now you had another human being in your life that you had to think about, keep safe, and consider their feelings. You were not happy.

“I’d like to start a pot about how long it’ll take before Y/N cracks and kills someone.” Jackson flipped his hat upside down, holding it out to the other members.

“Five days,” Bambam wagered.

“A week,” Youngjae grinned.

“I think she can last a month,” Yugyeom commented.

“Thanks for the confidence, assholes.”

“Twenty bucks says Y/N ends up in love with him.”

“Really, Mark.”

He shrugged in response, sending you a grin.

“I hate you guys.”

Jinyoung chuckled, “We love you too.”

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“I’m home,” you muttered, kicking off your boots by the front door. It was late, nearing one in the morning, so you didn’t figure Jaemin would be awake.

The apartment was dark and silent, just the way you liked it.

You stretched your arms above your head, feeling your shoulder pop. You grunted in pain, cursing the bastard that had kicked you into a filing cabinet. Who came up with the bright idea to give those things such sharp edges? If they were still alive, you’d kill em.

You plopped onto the couch, stretching out across it. The apartment only had one bedroom, and since you were away most nights anyway, you let Jaemin sleep there. When you were home, you had the luxury of sleeping on the couch. At least it was mildly comfortable.

You were almost asleep when you heard the bedroom door creak open, setting your body on alert. After spending most of your life in the mafia, your body had learned to be hyper-aware of your surroundings at all times, even in a state of half unconsciousness.

“You’re home late,” Jaemin’s voice cut through the darkness, gruff from sleep.

“Job ran late,” you muttered, not bothering to open your eyes. You could hear him shift, but he remained silent. With a sigh, you opened your eyes. The balcony doors behind you were made of straight glass and were not covered, allowing moonlight to shine on him. “What is it?”

He remained silent for a moment more before finally speaking. “Dream is doing a photoshoot tomorrow, but Haechan hyung and Mark hyung will be doing an interview with 127… can you come?”

You raised a brow, noticing the way he held himself uncomfortably. There was something he wasn’t telling you. “You do realize all hell is gonna break loose if an SM employee sees me, right?”

“Right…” he took a deep breath, looking away.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows with a smirk. “Sounds like fun. You don’t mind if I bring a friend, yeah?”

His body language changed to a more comfortable stance as he quickly shook his head. “I don’t mind,”

With a chuckle, you fell back onto the couch, folding your hands behind your head. “Get some sleep, it’s gonna be a wild ride tomorrow.”

The words should have worried him, but they brought him comfort as he returned to the bedroom. Crawling under the sheets, he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his face.

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To say Jaemin was nervous was a vast understatement. As the Dreamies entered the photographer’s studio, his nervousness grew, eyes darting around. You had told him that you would be there, but that morning you had gotten an emergency call for a job. He was beginning to think that you weren’t going to show, and that didn’t bode well for him.

“Hello, boys.” The photographer purred, her small eyes sweeping up and down their bodies.

Feeling her eyeing him like a piece of meat made him shiver in disgust, but she smiled at this. How did the other boys not realize how inappropriate she was being? He glanced at the others, but they were chatting animatedly amongst each other, all of them smiling and relaxed.

“Come along, boys. We’ll do the group shots first!” She clapped her hands as she turned, the boys following her like little ducklings.

Like the professional he is, Jaemin bit his tongue and gritted his teeth, putting on his best smile as he followed her instructions. After the group photos were complete, she moved onto individual photos. Oh, how he wished she would do his first so he could get it over with, but he knew better. His would be done last so she could take her time with him.

“Jaemin~ it’s your turn,” She smirked, her eyes glinting.

He suppressed a shiver as he moved to stand in front of the camera. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and it felt as if his heart had stopped. Their manager was following the other boys out of the room. It had been a long afternoon and none of them had eaten anything, so they thought it would be a good idea to go down the hall to the vending machines, per her suggestion. That left Jaemin alone with her, aside from a couple others who were too preoccupied with their own work to notice anything amiss.

Jaemin swallowed when she stepped closer. “The fear in your eyes is so… lovely~ So raw, so pure!”

He took a step back, falling onto the wooden bench behind him. What was he meant to do? What were the chances that his manager would believe him over her? She was one of the best photographers in the business, having worked with thousands of idols, models and various of the world’s most powerful companies. Her word meant more, and he would be forced to apologize for lying and attempting to smear her reputation.

“Oi, aren’t you a bit too close to be taking a picture?”

Both of their heads snapped to the side at the voice. You were dressed in a suit and fedora, your go-to outfit whenever you had to go undercover for a job. That isn’t what startled Jaemin, though. No, it was the look of pure rage burning within the depths of your eyes. He was sure if Jackson hadn’t been there to hold you back, you would have attacked her.

“Who are you?” She snapped, eyes narrowing at you. “We’re in the middle of a shoot, which you are disturbing. Leave now or I will call security.”

“Shove it up your ass, hag.” You spat, pulling your arm from Jackson’s grip so hard that he nearly lost his balance. Your eyes never left her as you approached Jaemin, roughly pulling him to his feet.

The woman recovered from her shock after a moment. “How dare you – Do you have any idea who I am?!”

Jackson scoffed. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, lady. Just let it go before Y/N kills you.” He nodded his head towards you and the woman’s eyes followed, widening. Your hand was on your hip, barely pulling a thick blade from its sheath under your shirt.

“Y-You’re crazy… You w-wouldn’t -”

“Try Me,” your tone sent a shiver down her spine, the murderous look in your eyes sending her stepping backward. Satisfied at her fear, you put your arm around Jaemin before pushing him out of the room. He walked between the two of you in silence as you exited the building.

“What about -”

“I took care of you,” you cut him off, not sparing him a glance as you approached your car.

Jaemin knew you were steaming, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. It wasn’t his fault that she acted that way towards him, but maybe he should have been honest about why he wanted you there to begin with.

Jackson bumped his shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry too much, it takes little to piss Y/N off.”

“Jackson,”

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“You can walk home.”

“Oh, come on, it’s like fifty blocks away and it’s freezing!”

“Then I suggest you start running,” you sent him a sharp look. “Get in the car, Jaemin.”

He didn’t hesitate, sliding into the passenger seat. He sent his hyung a sorry look through the window, but he just grinned in response.

The drive back to the apartment was silent and tense. He tried to stay as still as possible, worried that the smallest of movements would interrupt the silence and bring your anger to an explosive point. Your hand was gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. Your face bore no expression, but you couldn’t hide the fire lighting up your eyes. You just wanted to punch something, and it didn’t help that you kept seeing that woman’s face in your mind. Jackson shouldn’t have held you back. Then again, you really didn’t want to commit murder in front of Jaemin, he didn’t deserve to see something so grisly.

You stepped inside the apartment, throwing your keys onto the small table near the door. Your suit jacket and boots soon followed. The tension was driving him nuts.

“Where the hell are you going?”

He paused, not turning to face you. “I was going to take a shower.”

“A shower,” you muttered under your breath in disbelief. “You had no intention of telling me, did you?”

He grabbed his elbow, still refusing to turn around. “No, I didn’t.”

“I should beat your ass, you know that?” You started to pace, needing to move in order to release the energy building within. “How long?”

“Since debut…”

“Debut – are you kidding me right now?” He winced at your loud voice. “I thought you were smarter than that, Na Jaemin!”

Jaemin finally turned, eyes showing his displeasure. “What I did was the smart thing. No one would have believed me if I told them.”

“I would have!” You sighed in frustration, resting your head against the back of the couch. “I care about you, dumbass.”

He felt his heart pick up speed at the words. It felt taboo like he wasn’t meant to hear that part and despite himself, he had to question it. “Since when?”

You lifted your head to scowl at him. The anger was mostly gone, replaced by a mild annoyance and exhaustion. “I don’t know. Somewhere along the way, I started to… to care.” Your nose wrinkled at the thought. “Jackson said you were a witch jokingly, but I’m starting to believe it.”

“I’m not a witch,”

“Really? That is what you have to say? Motherfu – I need a drink.”

As you passed by him, he reached out, his slim fingers wrapping around your wrist. For a solid minute, you just stared at each other, no sound other than each other’s breathing and the air conditioner whirring in the background.

“I think… I care about you, too.”

“I’d ask you out on a date, but I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to come before marriage.”

Jaemin smiled, lightly smacking your shoulder. “Idiot, married couples go on dates, too.”

“How should I know? I don’t date.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer. “You know, you’re pretty lucky.”

“And why is that?”

“If anyone else hit me like that, I’d kill them.”

“And me?”

You hummed, leaning closer until your lips ghosted over his. You could feel the warmth radiating off his cheeks and you smirked. “You can sleep on the couch tonight.”

Jaemin blinked at you dumbly as you walked away, his heart racing in his chest.

You peeked your head around the corner, grinning. “What, did you want me to kiss you?”

“Shut up!” He cried, grabbing a small pillow from the couch and throwing it at you. Despite the embarrassment flooding his system, he couldn’t help but smile.

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getitinbusan · 5 years

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Jungkook

Your phone kept buzzing, the incessant noise trying to come between you and your sleep was infuriating.

5 Missed calls, unknown number, there was only one way to get it to stop.

"What on earth could be so important?" You questioned without knowing who was on the other end.

"Good morning babe, are you ready for me?" The cocky voice asked.

"How the fuck did you get my personal number Jungkook?"

He laughed, "Namjoon gave it to me, I told him about our last encounter and he was pretty impressed that we shared the same taste in women"

It was your turn to laugh, "So hookers?"

You could hear him sigh.

"Listen, I thought we really had something together the other day. I'd like to take you out on a real date"

You felt your heart flutter, he was pretty much the perfect man. You could see a future with him and it scared you.

"Sorry Kookie, I don't need a boyfriend," and you hung up.

Y/N: Fuck you Joon, never give anyone my number.

Joon: You know who he is right? Kids got a ton of money and is going to break onto the scene any minute. I thought maybe it would be a new path for you, how much more of this shit can you take? We've been doing this a long time, I can feel you leaving your body when we fuck, you aren't happy Y/N.

Y/N: Jesus, is it that bad Joon?

Joon: You're still the best fuck in town, but yeah. He really likes you, maybe give it a shot. You'd be set for life and we could still have sex behind his back.

Y/N: I really don't know why, but I love you Joon.

Days went by and Jungkook never called back, it was probably for the best.

Jin tried to book you but you told the agency you were done with him and to send someone else.

Maybe it was time for a new career, or maybe it was time to settle into a mediocre relationship, you'd saved a little money, you could always just skip town.

As you sat contemplating your next move you got a text from the agency.

A: Trimage #746 @8:30. First time customer, virgin male. Will send a car to pick up.

Y/N: Is this legit? It's not Taehyung trying to get me back with a false order? How many rich horny guys are there in that building?

A: Checked out. Taehyung stopped calling a few weeks ago. Gave up after we told him you didn't want to see him anymore.

Y/N: Has he ordered someone else?

A: No, paid his account off and that was it.

Your heart felt split open again when you thought about your last night with him. He was gentle and kind, he didn't even care if you had sex with him.

BUT… you told yourself, he left you there alone after, he ran away, he made you feel things he wasn't ready to commit to. Shaking it off, you went and showered for your next appointment.

The car dropped you off in the underground and you made your way up in the elevator. A few knocks to the door and you were left in surprise when Jungkook opened it to greet you.

"I know your playing hard to get but I also know you still think of me inside you.

When Joon was fucking you, you wanted it to be me."

You're head was dizzy, feeling blindsided you weren't sure which way to steer this. He felt dominating, it had shown through a bit last time but wasn't he a virgin?

Stepping toward him you'd figure his game.

"So, you like to play innocent and naïve, pretend you have no experience in bed and then wow em with your skills huh Jungkook with the golden cock?"

He laughed at your quick summation of his agenda.

"Doesn't everyone have an angle, a game, a strange addiction?" he said tucking your hair behind your ear.

"So if this is just a fantasy game Jungkook, what's the real story? What are you escaping from? I've heard you've got everything, what do you need me for?"

He stopped, he was trying to figure out what you wanted to hear.

"Honestly Y/N, I just really enjoyed fucking you and I thought maybe we could do it because we like each other and not because I'm paying you."

You smiled at his admission, finally cutting through the bullshit.

You both lunged forward toward each other and began pulling clothes off as you made your way up the hall. By the time you got to the bedroom you were both completely bare, pushing you back on the bed he laid on top of you.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, you've fucking wrecked me for anyone else. I just need to get off and then I'll fucking eat you till your pussy's raw."

He was fucking growling with desire when he pushed his cock straight into you. He was rough, fucking you so hard his whole bed shook.

Freezing, he pulled out, "suck my cock, I want to fuck your face."

Doing as you were told, you took him in your mouth, you rocked your body back and forth gaining speed until he was hitting the back of your throat.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm going to fucking cum, can I cum on you?"

As you moaned in agreeance he shot his load all over your face. He handed you his t shirt to wipe yourself off when his phone rang.

Answering all you heard was "shit, thanks" turning to you mortified, he began throwing your clothes at you "you've gotta go, like now, my girlfriends on her way up."

You didn't move, you were 100% done with this.

Slowly reaching for your clothes you really couldn't believe this is what your life had become.

"Hurry up, get the fuck out, she'll kill me" he was in a frenzie trying to pull together the disheveled bed.

Taking your time and glaring at him as you zipped yourself up you heard her keys as she entered the apartment. He ran out closing the bedroom door behind him sealing you inside.

You could hear him cooing at her in the other room, what a fucking asshole.

Owing him nothing, you walked out and handed her his shirt full of cum, "Sorry about the sheets" you let yourself out and headed for the elevator.

It was decision time, your finger hovered over the elevator panel, were you going up or down?

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fashionbusinessclub · 4 years

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Small Business Owners: Accounting Is for Profit Planning, Not Just Tax Preparation

An individual may be led to think that benefit is your principal objective in an business in reality it's the cash flowing in and out of a firm which will keep the doors shut. The idea of profit is marginally sparse and just discusses income and expenses in a certain time. Cashflow, alternatively, is significantly more lively in the sense it is worried about the movement of money and from a organization. It's worried about the period in the movement of this currency occurs. Profits don't coincide with their associated cash inflows and out flows. The internet effect is that cash receipts regularly lag cash payments although profits could be mentioned, the company could experience a shortterm cash deficit. Because of this, it's vital to predict cash flows in addition to project possible profits. In such terms, it's crucial that you learn just how to convert your accrual profit for a own cash flow profit. You have in order to keep up enough cash readily available to conduct your business, however maybe perhaps not too long regarding sacrifice potential earnings from some different applications.

Why bookkeeping is required

Help One to function much better as a Company Owner

Make Reliable conclusions Know when to employ a group of employees Know just how to price your services and products Know just how to tag your expenditure items Helps one to figure out whether to enlarge or perhaps maybe not Helps with surgeries estimated costs Stop Fraud and Theft Control the most significant problem is internal thieving Reconcile your novels and inventory management of gear Raising Capital (allow you to to spell out financials to stakeholders) Loans Investors What will be the Best Practices in Accounting for Small Businesses to tackle your ordinary'pain points'? Hire or talk CPA or accountant What may be the simplest strategy and how frequently to get What do you have within my own industry? Identify what exactly is my prime purpose? Can the accountant gauge the total price of my small enterprise Can I help me grow my business with profit preparation methods How do you help me prepare for tax season What are several unique considerations for my specific industry?

To succeed, your company has to be profitable. Your entire organization goals down down to the simple fact. However turning a profit now is simpler said than done. As a way to enhance your bottom line, you want to understand what's going on financially at all times. Additionally you ought to get focused on understanding and tracking that your KPIs. What will be the Frequent Profitability Metrics to Track Running a Business -- crucial performance indicators (KPI)

Whether You Choose to employ a specialist or perform it yourself, then there are some metrics That You Ought to certainly have to keep tabs at all times:

Outstanding Accounts Payable: Outstanding accounts receivable (A/P) shows the total amount of cash you now owe to your providers. Average Cash Burn Average cash burn off up is the pace of which your organization' cash balance is going down on average each month over a specified time period. A negative burn is a good sign because it indicates your business is generating cash and growing its cash reserves. Cash Runaway: If your business is operating at a loss, cash runway helps you estimate how many months you can continue before your business exhausts its cash reserves. Similar to your cash burn, a negative runway is a good sign that your business is growing its cash reserves. Gross Margin: Gross margin is a percentage that demonstrates the total revenue of your business after subtracting the costs associated with creating and selling your business' services and products. It's actually really just a helpful metric to spot the way your earnings contrasts to some prices, and letting you make changes so. Customer Acquisition Cost: By focusing on just how much you really may spend on moderate to obtain a brand new customer, you also can tell just how many clients you want to create a profit. Customer Lifetime Value: You will want to understand your LTV therefore you are able to predict your prospective earnings and gauge the entire number of clients you want to cultivate your profits. Break-Even Point:How do I want to create sales for the own company to generate a profit?Knowing this number will reveal to you the thing you want to accomplish in order to develop a profit (e.g., gain more clients, increase prices, or lesser operating expenses). Net Profit: This really is the one most important number you want to understand for your own organization for a financial achievement. If you're not earning a profit, then your employer isn't likely to survive for longterm. Total earnings contrast with past year/last month. By assessing and tracking your entire revenues with time, you're going to have the ability to get sound business decisions and establish better financial targets. Average revenue per employee. It is vital that you know that this number so you may set realistic growth targets and comprehend strategies to enhance your business processes. The next checklist lays a recommended time line to look after the bookkeeping purposes that could keep you conducive to the operations of your enterprise and enhance your tax preparation. The accuracy and timeliness of those amounts entered will impact the important performance indicators that drive business decisions which will need to be manufactured, on the regular, monthly and yearly basis prior to profits. Daily Accounting Tasks

Review your everyday Cash flow posture therefore that you never'grow broke'. Since cash may be your fuel for the small enterprise, you can't wish to be running close vacant. Start every day by assessing how much cash you've got available. Weekly Accounting Tasks

2. Record Transactions

Record each trade (charging clients, receiving cash out of clients, paying vendors, etc.) at the correct account weekly or daily, based upon volume. Even though recording trades by hand or at Excel sheets is okay, it's most likely simpler to make utilize of accounting applications such as QuickBooks. The huge advantages and control far outweigh the price tag.

3. Document and File Receipts

Keep copies of invoices delivered, all cash receipts (cash, credit and check card deposits) and all of cash payments (cash, check, credit card bills, etc.).

Start a vendors document, sorted alphabetically, (Sears under"S", CVS under"C,"etc.) to get simple access. Create a citizenship document sorted by citizenship date as well as also a bank announcement document sorted by month. A frequent habit would be to throw all newspaper receipts to a carton and attempt to decode them in tax time, however if you don't get a tiny level of trades, it's much far better to have different files for various receipts kept organized while they arrive in. Many bookkeeping applications systems Allow You to scan paper receipts and also prevent physical documents entirely

4. Review Unpaid Bills from Vendors

Every firm must have an"unpaid vendors" folder. Maintain a listing of every one of your vendors which features charging dates, numbers due and payment deadline. If vendors give discounts for early payment, then you might need to make the most of the when you've got the bucks available.

5. Pay Vendors, Sign Checks

Track your account receivable and also possess capital allowed to pay for your suppliers promptly to prevent any late penalties and maintain positive relationships together. If you can give payment dates on net 60 or net 90, the higher. If you create payments on the internet or drop a check in the mail, maintain copies of bills sent and sent using accounting program.

6. Get and Send Invoices

Make sure you include payment stipulations. Most statements are due over 1 month, called"Net 30" in the end of your invoice. With no date, you'll have more difficulty forecasting earnings for your month. To be certain that to get paid in time, consistently use a statement form which comprises the ideal details like repayment conditions, itemized charges, and also your payment speech.

7. Review Projected Cash Flow

Managing your money flow is crucial, particularly in the very first year of one's small business enterprise. Forecasting just how much cash you're going to need while within the forthcoming weeks/months may assist you to book enough capital to pay for invoices, for example your own employees and providers. Besides, you may create more informed business decisions concerning how to pay it.

All you have to is just a very simple invoice revealing your overall income position, expected cash receipts throughout the future week/month and expected cash payments throughout the future week/month.

8. Executive Dashboard (weekly review)

This dash provides you a'snapshot' of one's surgeries on a weekly basis.

It include of Cash on Hand, Cash burn , Account Receivables, Accounts Payable, Items sold, Inventory on Hand, inventory turns, out standing problems in the company, and gross profit margin, new sales drops, customer reductions, customer support functionality, ontime shipping speed and product quality overall effectiveness.

Monthly Accounting Tasks

9. Balance Your Business Checkbook

As you get back together your own personal checking accounts, you want to be aware your money trade entries are true every month and then that you're dealing together with the suitable cash standing. Reconciling your hard earned money makes it a lot much easier to detect and fix some errors or omissions-by you personally or by the bank-in moment to improve them.

10. Review Past-Due ("Aged") Receivables

Make sure you incorporate an"aging" pillar to different"open invoices" with all the amount of days a bill is delinquent. This provides you an instant view of customer payments that are outstanding. The start of the month can be really just actually a fantastic time to ship overdue reminder announcements to clients, customers and someone else that owes you more money.

By the conclusion of your financial year, You'll Be looking at this accounts to Figure out what receivables you Will Have to ship to collections or compose away to get a deduction

1-1. Analyze Inventory Status

For those who have stock, then place aside time for you to re order products which sell fast and identify the others which are moving slowly and might need to be discounted down or down, fundamentally, composed. By assessing regularly (and comparing to earlier weeks' amounts ), it's simpler to make alterations therefore you're neither short nor over loaded.

1 2. Process-or Review Payroll and Approve Tax Payments

Despite the fact that you've got a proven program to pay for your employees (usually semimonthly ), then you want to meet with payroll tax conditions based on national, state and regional legislation at several times, therefore make sure you subtract, deposit and report the applicable tax, social security, Medicare and handicap taxation into the proper agencies on the necessary dates.

Review the payroll outline before payments have been disbursed in order to avoid needing to get corrections throughout the upcoming payroll period. A payroll company may perform all of this to help save time and ensure accuracy in a fair price.

1 3. Review Actual Profit and Loss Circuit Budget and Prior Years

Monthly, take some opportunity to reassess your budgeted expenses and compare these with that which you have ever spent. Are you currently really paying or below budget? Go over the variances and do it as desired

Your profit and loss statement (also referred to as an income statement), either to the present month and year so far, informs you just how much you've got and how much you're spent. Quantify it from the allowance monthly (or quarter). Assessing your actual amounts to your intended amounts high lights at which you might well be spending too much or inadequate, so you are able to make changes.

When you haven't prepared a budget, then compare your present yeartodate P&L with precisely exactly the exact identical prior-period yeartodate P&L to recognize variances and make alterations.

14. Review Month-End Balance Sheet vs. Prior Period

By assessing your balance sheet in one date-June 30, 2015, for example-to a balance sheet by a previous date (December 31, 2014), you obtain a photo of the way you're managing assets and obligations. The crucial thing is to start looking for that which exactly is considerably down or up and comprehend the reason why. By way of instance, if your balances prices up, can it be thanks to raised recent earnings or due to payments from clients?

Quarterly Accounting Tasks

1-5. Prepare/Review Revised Annual P&L Estimate

It is the right time to appraise just how much money you're actually earning, if your assets are moving down or up, the gap between earnings and expenses, which triggered those changes, the method that you're spending money, in addition to pinpointing problem areas, and making alterations to improve margins and sales.

16. Review Quarterly Payroll Reports and Make Payments

You've now already been reviewing your semi monthly deductions accounts. Nevertheless, both the IRS and many countries require annual Revenue accounts and some other residual quarterly obligations. Again, it's better if your payroll supplier completes those files and reports . Your work is to examine to make certain they look fair.

17. Inspection Sales Tax and Make Quarterly Payments

If your organization works at a country which requires sales tax, then be sure to comply with prevent significant penalties. Even the U.S. Small Business Administration (SBA) will help you decide a state tax duties.

18. Compute Estimated Income Tax and Make Payment

The IRS and countries which have income taxation ask that you pay for estimated taxes. Review your yeartodate P&L to determine whether your debt any projected taxes for this quarter. Your tax accountant will assist if needed.

Annual Accounting Tasks

1 9. Review Past-Due Receivables

Now it is the right time to assess substantial overdue receivables and choose whether you think clients will gradually cover, whether to ship delinquent invoices to a collection service or if to publish off them to get a deduction.

20. Review Your Inventory

Review your existing inventory to find out the worth of items not available. Any writedown of inventory equates to some deduction in your own year old taxes. If you don't writedown un-sellable stock, then you're overstating your inventory balance and paying for additional taxation you don't owe.

2 1. Fill in IRS Forms W-2 and 1099misc

The IRS includes a January 31 deadline which expects one to record that on the yearly earnings of one's fulltime employees (W-2s) & most independent builders (1099s). This deadline incorporates mailing copies of these tax forms to those men and women who worked for you personally. Observe: A 1099 form isn't essential for any builders that got less than 600. Look at saving time and preventing mistakes by having an e filing support.

2-2. Review full-year fiscal reports for tax coverage

Get coordinated Collect and save important records (use programs and calendars for assistance ) Create email folders to save bank receipts and statement Store contracts and contracts Track kilometers and auto expenditures Store all essential records for the organization type.

Tax Preparation Tax preparation can be an early perspective and perhaps not an gain preparation event Capture all applicable occasions Identify all of deduction types Capture all meals Meetings --anything had been discussed/calendar Try never to discuss industry average industry cost for food.

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