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atarathegreat · 6 months

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They Come Home Late Tokyo Revengers

ft: Shinichiro Sano, Kazushi Yamagishi, Takuya Yamamoto,

No one likes to work late, unless you're Shinichiro, but canonically he don't get bitches soooo

Call it a nuisance all you want, Shinichiro would argue that it was just another day at the shop. That man would spend hours upon hours in his shop, or rather, the garage attached to it. You never really understood why it was all important to Shin, you just knew it was. He loved fixing what was broken and what was better for a biker mechanic to fix than a bike? Nothing, if you asked the eldest Sano boy. He was bound and determined to make any and everything work the right way the first time. Yet, like a curse, any Sano could never have something they loved without a catch, a cruel take from the universe for the give Shinichiro received. Sometimes he spent so much time in his shop, or garage, or on his own bike that he rarely got to see you conscious. He always arrived home well after you'd gone to bed, and that's the thought that plagued him as he ate his cold dinner. It had no doubt been warm when you'd placed it in the oven, but now it was cold, and Shinichiro couldn't bring himself to risk the beeping microwave waking you. You worked just as hard as he did, if not more, and he didn't want to be a factor to your fatigue. He stayed against the counter for only a moment longer, finishing his cigarette butt before tossing it in a cup of water. You'd scold him for the mess and he'd clean it with a smile, as was routine. Shinichiro tried to manage staying at your place and at his grandfather's with his siblings, but he hated it when he didn't get to see you. Something about the decor in your home made him feel better after a long day, the muted, yet somehow bright, colors hanging over your windows and the old, shaggy, puke green carpet in your living room was always something soft for him to nap on. As tempting as the living room floor was, Shinichiro made a b-line for your bedroom. He cursed quietly as the door creaked open, letting his eyes adjust to the pitch black that swallowed everything past the doorway. He stumbled forward, hands outstretched to touch your dresser or the hope chest at the foot of your bed that he always managed to find with his abused pinky toe. A low bang echoed through your room, Shin doubling over into the stupid wooden box as his toes once again made sure he wouldn't slam his knees into it. "Hello?" Groggy was the best sound on you, if only he wasn't sucking in deep, pain filled breaths. "Jus' me, hon. Fuck, I kicked the damn oversized shoebox again." Thumps followed his words as he crawled over the chest and into your bed. Your tired giggles almost made him question why he chose to spend so much time with the bikes. Almost. You rolled onto your back as Shinichiro crawled over you, twisting the blanket around and forcing you to shuffle until you were comfortable underneath him. "How's the shop doin'?" A heavy yawn pried your jaw apart. The last thing he wanted to talk about with you was the shop, the last thing he cared about at the moment was the shop. So he didn't answer you, and kept you from asking anything else by kissing you. Muscles shivered as your fingertips grazed Shinichiro's skin, coming to rest behind his ears and over the hinge of his jaw. "M'sorry I been absent." Shinichiro panted softly as he pushed himself up again, flopping on the bed next to you, "I've got a day off comin' up, if ya' wanna spend it with me, Mikey, and Emma."

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It never seemed to be enough. No matter how much work he did, how dirty his hands got, Yamagishi wasn't ever given the break he deserved. Takemichi was even being a prick, more often than not screaming about how Yamagishi and the others couldn't do their jobs right in any capacity. He'd taken more than enough abuse from his best friend turned boss, even Takuya was getting tired of the act. There wasn't anything the group could do right anymore, and they knew it. Yamagishi growled and slammed the radio volume to zero, more pissed than anything that his childhood friends were suffering and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. It made him even more angry to think harder on it: he didn't get his ass handed to him time after time, right next to Takemichi, for Michi to be the one hurting them all now. A part of Yamagishi always knew that gangs were never fun and games, but now that he was a higher ranking thug, he truly understood it. There always seemed to be a scowl transfixed on the man's face, but it became a deep, deep grimace as he pulled into the driveway of his too big house that he'd bought when he was drunk and now couldn't get rid of. You enjoyed it, it seemed. When you first moved in you had been more than excited to explore every damn room. Yamagishi's lip quirked upward, not quite a smile, at the memory as he failed to notice you watching him from the window. As he opened the door he couldn't help but think that you looked like a dog. Sitting on the couch with such hopeful eyes, waiting for him to give the signal that you could bombard him with affections as your hands did giddy little dances in your lap. Yeah, a dog. "Sorry, babe, not right now." Yamagishi sighed, walking past you and toward the kitchen. It was routine, after a few aggravated nights of him storming out because you failed to notice that he couldn't take much more emotion in the day. Of course, the second he was calmed from his day, Yamagishi would leave a lingering kiss on your hand, almost as an unspoken incantation that hauled you into his form with smiles, kisses, hugs, and multiple questions of his day. So instead you nodded and followed behind him into the kitchen. You weren't a golden retriever, that much was evident. Yamagishi pushed his glasses up so he could see you from the corner of his eye, "Are you in just one of my shirts?" He watched as your little hands grabbed the hem and pulled it down with a faint "yeah." A sigh tumbled from his lips and to the floor, thick enough you could probably kick it back up to his face, "C'mere." He liked your slow steps, unsure of if he was giving you permission to touch him, or if it was just a him moment. "Up ya' go." Yamagishi grunted, plopping you onto the counter, "Thought I told you not to wait up for me?" You complied easily as he pulled his shirt off you, revealing your naked body and underwear, "You did..." He sighed again, a more agitated sound, "Then why are you down here and not upstairs in bed?" No words so much as dared enter your throat, and Yamagishi didn't break eye contact as he dropped his coat next to you on the counter, his shirt following but looping over your head. It smelled of sweat, his cologne, and the coffee from the café he visited every morning with Makato and Takuya, it was hard to resist the deep breath you took. "Answer me." He helped your arms through the fabric, his fingers staying at your elbows. "Couldn't sleep. It felt wrong to pass out without seeing you first." And it was the truth. You had a routine down pat, and smothering Yamagishi with all the love he could emotionally handle was part of it. Yamagishi would say you were a smaller breed of dog, something clingy, like a Chihuahua and Dotson mix. His hair fell over his shoulder as he nodded and leaned forward to grab the whiskey from the shelf behind you, "Sorry 'bout it. But I can't change it." Whiskey poured swiftly into a glass, the amber liquid swishing as Yamagishi raised it to his lips, "M'really, really sorry. I wish I could change it." He placed a a chaste kiss to your cheek.

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Takuya was tired and sore from weeks of sleeping in safehouses, empty warehouses, and Makato's couch. He took a moment to examine the new look, making triple sure that this was the apartment he shared with you. The curtains were new, not sunbleached like the old ones you loved so much, and the rug under the coffee table was a completely different texture, the only indication that it was still his home was the pictures you'd hung up of him and you, and the couple of you and your friends. Takuya silently set his duffel bag down, an order you'd given him so that you could make sure his dirty clothes were clean and he had fresh clothes to take with him, and pulled his jacket off to drop on top of it. Waking you at such a late hour would kill him, he thought you needed your beauty rest, even if he missed you like crazy. For the last month he'd been at either Makato's penthouse (such a vain man with money), or at Yamagishi's (who opted to have a simple home with room for him and him alone). As much as Takuya loved his buddies, one didn't have enough room, and the other had small throw blankets with a questionable substance dried onto it that Takuya shuddered just thinking about. He'd be thrilled once he got under the comforter with you, the two of you sharing body heat and curling closely together. Shit. He needed to hurry and get back to you. Clunking echoed down the hall, Takuya cementing that he'd just make it up to you if he woke you up. Though it wasn't something he had to worry about once he saw you sleeping peacefully, laying on your tummy with one leg pulled up, your knee poking free from the blanket. He ghosted his fingers over your exposed skin, not wanting to scare you awake if he just climbed into bed. "My darling, open your eyes for me." His voice was soft, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as your eyelids fluttered open and you had to squint to see, "There you are. Sleeping well without me?" If you hadn't known better, you'd think he was truly upset that you could sleep without his presence. But that's just your Yuya, chuckling as he crawls over you to his side of the new mattress. It's nice, he likes it as he doesn't sink into the plush fabric, "You got a new bed." For a second you falsely think it's a question, but he's only observing. "Mhm, the old one was dirty." No it wasn't, you lying brat, you just didn't want to tell him that you bought it so he'd sleep comfortably. He can sense your lie, but doesn't care too much to debunk it, and he rolls you into him, "Missed you something awful, m'glad to be home." He's got rough hands, a callous built on his thumb from his weapon and a strong grip as he kneads your flesh in his palm. Takuya can't help but notice that you no longer shiver when he glides his finger across your sternum, your body no longer relaxing into his. "What's the problem?" Yuya asks, "Do you still love me?" Such a stupid question, in your mind it should be obvious that you love him. Yeah, the both of you never saw each other in the day time, you always get his bag packed before he wakes up, and save a quick peck on your cheek, you don't even get to tell him goodbye. "Why wouldn't I love you?" You ask, the question sitting wrong in your soul. "You aren't reacting to me..." He mumbled as his fingers dragged up your side again. It felt nice to feel him touch you after so long apart, to look into his eyes and smile as you held his face. It was peaceful. "Not physically." The way you chuckled sent his heart to work, and having you scoot closer was just as thrilling.

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thalialunacy · 6 days

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[for the @calaisreno May Promptnation, which is turning out to be like NaNo but with way less stress]

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Their lives have never been predictable. Which, in some ways, has made them very predictable, John thinks as he stops Sherlock in the hallway with a hand on the sleeve of his dressing gown. 'Hey,' he says, voice quiet. 'Come here.'

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, but doesn't hesitate to lean down and let John kiss him, thoroughly. Maybe even twice.

'Great, thanks,' John says roughly afterwards, backing away. 'I've got work now.'

He really should have known, from the start, that they'd have to steal moments for this out of the chaos they live in.

'Not your babysitter,' Mrs Hudson sings the next day as she holds Rosie's hands down the stairs. 'But I've got applesauce jelly with her name on it. And I'll change her nappy while I'm at it, won't I?' The last is said to Rosie, obviously, who is very focused on the stairs.

John, in turn, is focused somewhere else as well. 'We've got ten minutes,' he says, already out of his chair.

'Eight and a half,' Sherlock corrects, pulling John to him and capturing his mouth easily. John is tempted, so tempted, to let it go too far, but his prefrontal cortex is fully developed now, unlike the last time he felt this sort of heady gut-lust.

Maybe it's because Sherlock is a man, but he hasn't experienced a sense of newness this acute since being in school. And he'd thought, because he knows Sherlock in every other way it is possible to know a person, that this added dimension would feel--normal. Comfortingly similar. Would slot into their lives unnoticeably.

Decidedly not, John accepts some days and a solved case later, just before his backside hits the kitchen table. They've got a few more stolen moments while Rosie's napping on the sofa, and he's determined to make the most of them.

At Sherlock's urging, he lifts himself up onto the table's cluttered surface, then grabs at Sherlock's face to bring him back into the kiss. He spreads his knees without a thought and feels enveloped by heat as Sherlock moves further in between them. He fits around Sherlock perfectly, and it feels like--

It feels like lacing his fingers together with the other thumb in front, or crossing his arms with the other hand dominant. It feels like his own body still, yes, his skin heating up and his lungs pressing for air, but from a literal whole new perspective.

And he wants more of it. 'Do you think,' he murmurs in between kisses, 'that you'd want to be the one--' He pauses as Sherlock bites at his jaw. 'The one in charge?'

Sherlock pulls back enough to give him a look. 'Are you struggling through your English modesty to ask me if I'd like to top?'

John's neck flushes further, and he's pretty sure now it's both from arousal and embarrassment. Which is also new; he's said plenty more graphic things to women without hesitation, but apparently all bets are off when it comes to Sherlock. 'Yeah,' he says firmly. 'Yes.'

'I'd assumed you'd want to be the one doing that.'

'Wait, though-- you've done this before…?'

Sherlock's mouth quirks up. 'Subtle as always, John. Yes, I have. But not with you, do you understand? I want whatever you want. Quite literally.'

John swallows. 'And vice versa. I'm not new-- I mean, to the whole idea--'

'I'm very aware,' Sherlock retorts. And of course he is, aware of both John's various partners over the years and also of his, well, solo habits.

'Alright,' John says dryly. 'Rein it in, detective.' He sobers, hoping he doesn't have to go into detail. 'But this feels… different. And I want you to--to show me everything, to do everything you want.'

Sherlock, as he should have expected, takes this as a sort of delightful challenge. 'Well, then, we are at a bit of a stalemate, aren't we?'

John smirks, relief seeping through. 'Flip a coin?' he says, tightening his thighs, ready to dip back into Sherlock's mouth.

But Rosie, naturally, chooses that moment to wake up, and to do so loudly. She's almost got Sherlock's name down, and she definitely can yell for John like she's getting paid for it.

John groans and leans his forehead against Sherlock's momentarily, or at least intending for it to be momentary but shortly hearing the sound of his daughter shuffling into the kitchen, dragging her favourite garishly plaid blanket behind her.

'Perhaps we'll cut a deck of cards?' Sherlock suggests to him as they untangle.

Then the detective reaches down for Rosie, who is looking back and forth between them. 'Cards?' she repeats once she's in his arms, her tiny person pronunciation still simultaneously hilarious and brilliant.

'Yes,' Sherlock answers matter-of-factly. 'Your father and I are trying to decide…' He looks at John, a glint in his eye John shouldn't like at all. '...who gets to have the first ginger nut.'

John chokes on his tea, the sting going into his nostrils. 'Unfair,' he says.

His daughter seems interested, which is not surprising considering she shares Sherlock's predilection for the biscuit. 'Ginger nut!' she says. 'Me too?'

'Of course,' Sherlock says amenably. 'It's time for tea, anyhow.'

John tamps down a smile, then goes in for the assist, relieving Sherlock of Rosie so the detective can rummage around in the fridge. In their current arrangement, Sherlock is in charge of keeping edible and non-edible items separated. It's a dealbreaker, John had said when they'd moved back in. And Sherlock had complied without too much fuss, much to John's continued surprise.

Though, to be honest, he half expects Rosie would be delighted to find fingers in the crisper.

When everything's on the table and Rosie's in her booster seat, John digs in his pocket and pulls out a 50p coin, flipping it over to Sherlock without warning.

Sherlock catches it, regards it, then raises an eyebrow. 'I can rig this, you know.'

'Yes, but you won't, because my daughter is impressionable and worships you. And while you have many fine attributes, casual cheating is not one I'm interested in her inheriting.'

'Or, erm,' Sherlock starts, fingers casually playing with the coin. 'Any.' It's not a question, but suddenly he's looking intently at John, forehead wrinkled.

John's heart squeezes as he clocks what Sherlock's actually trying to get at. 'Sherlock. Bloody hell. Of course.' He inhales harshly. 'I know I'm not-- not exactly trustworthy any more, in that arena.'

But Sherlock cuts off his self-flagellation. 'Poppycock.'

'Beg pardon?'

Sherlock shakes his head. 'You were seduced by a person who could talk someone into murder with the snap of her fingers. She is literally the most brilliant manipulator in the world, and though I hold you in high regard you in no way had the capacity to overcome that.'

The anxiety slowly eases, though he suspects he'll never fully be free of it. 'You're admitting you're not the cleverest?'

He thinks Sherlock will counter in good humour, but instead he's a bit thoughtful. 'I think that, at that level, one is somewhere in the stratosphere, separated from everyone below. I find I rather like it down here.' He smiles crookedly, genuinely, at John. 'In certain company, at least.'

John's heart twinges. 'Well. That's.' He clears his throat. 'That's good. We rather like you down here. Most of the time.'

He breaks eye contact, instead looking at Rosie, who is happily getting banana all over her hands. He hopes the words will be sufficient. 'But I mean it.'

Sherlock's voice is quiet, fond and no-nonsense at the same time. 'I know. I know you, John Watson.'

John feels a smile slowly cross his face. 'Yeah, that's right, you'd catch me out instantly anyway. How I ended up with the one person I literally will not ever be able to keep a secret from, I've no idea. Birthdays and anniversaries are going to be very, very boring.'

Sherlock's smirk gives no doubt as to where his mind has immediately gone. 'Oh, I doubt that.'

John can tell his skin is starting to flush again. 'Speaking of… Coin flip is right out, so…?'

'Paper scissors stone?'

'No!'

'Why not?'

'Because you'd definitely cheat at that.'

'True. Magic 8 Ball?'

'You know what a Magic 8 Ball is?'

'Had a case where it was the murder weapon.'

'What? Really?'

'Yes.' Sherlock leans in, clearly ready to share the tale while assisting Rosie with her cheerios.

And John wants to remember this, this exact feeling of this exact moment, forever.

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#It's gonna be MAY 2024 #May Prompts 2024 #MayPrompts2024 #BBC Sherlock #i guess i should tag for #frank discussions of sex #and mild-to-moderate snogging #oh and mentions of Eurus and cheating

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pedrithink · 1 year

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i don’t feel alright ✩ kylian mbappé

Summary: you went for the first time with kylian to a party, but you didn’t expect to see his ex-girlfriend (she’s mean 😡)

Note: just a little bit of angst and i tried my best, so i hope you guys like it! :)

Kylian puts his arms around your waist and tucks you better into his lap, he knows how much you love being close to him and does everything to make you comfortable.

"It's your first time here, right?" Neymar asks with curiosity in his eyes.

You lift your gaze to him and nod briefly with a small smile. "I've never been here before, I'm not normally one to go out much."

"But I'm changing that." Kylian moves you to sit sideways on his lap so that he can face you as he speaks.

"Unfortunately." You chuckle.

In the meantime, you got lost in the middle of Neymar’s conversation about the Liga’s games and watched the people dancing around with drinks in hand.

For a moment you thought you saw wrong, but you knew better, and you knew VERY WELL who that person next to Tchaga was.

Tchaga came closer and with each step you felt your heart speed up a little more. Why was he bringing her close to you? It was so uncomfortable, you felt uncomfortable with the presence of a person who always teased you.

During the months you and Kylian have been together, she has always made it clear that she doesn't like you and that Kylian’s friends are her friends too. The only thing you had to do was to accept this and keep all this teasing to yourself.

"Hey, doll. How are you? Long time no see." Tchaga pulls you off Kylian’s lap and hooks his arms around your neck pulling you into a hug. It's impossible not to like him, he's always been extremely affectionate and kind to you.

You disengage from the embrace and smile openly at him. "I'm fine, I missed you so much."

Tchaga runs his hand through your hair affectionately and already sets off to greet Neymar and Kylian. When he leaves your field of vision, you see the way Rose looks at you.

Of course she ignores you and goes off to greet the boys with all the happiness in the world, but you let it pass. You won't let it ruin your night.

Conversation goes on and on and you can only get stressed out by the way Kylian doesn't seem to notice in the way she treats him. You hate the way she laughs at him, you hate the way she puts her hand on his knee while talking and you hate even more how no one seems to notice the way she ignores you.

They believe this talk of her wanting to keep their friendship, even after they have been dating for 2 years, and simply ignore how she still loves him and how she still wants to be with him.

These thoughts of negativity come at you and you just want to run away, you just want to get out of there as fast as possible and ignore them until everything is sorted out in your mind.

It's not jealousy, you swear it's not. It's just unfair how everyone seems to ignore how you feel and not even question whether you would be comfortable with her presence there.

You murmur, already getting up to leave. "I'm going to get something to drink."

Kylian turns to you and lets out a smile, already getting ready to get up to walk you to the bar. You put a hand on his shoulder to make sure he stays seated. "Stay there, I won't be long."

He finds your attitude strange and your manner of speaking so serious, he really doesn't understand what has happened. He watches you leave with a frown and is tempted to leave to go after you, but Neymar looks at him and says to leave you alone for a while.

You lean against the bar and feel Kylian’s gaze burning into your back, but you don't turn to face him. You just need to take a deep breath and think straight before you say something that could hurt both of you in the process; you don't want to act impulsively and regret it later.

You order a drink from the barista and just feel your phone vibrating in your front pants pocket, you know it's Kylian and try your best not to pick it up and read the messages, but you can't control yourself.

Kyky 🥰: hey!!!!

Kyky 🥰: What's going on?

You took a deep breath and stuck to answering his messages briefly.

You: Nothing happened, I just felt thirsty.

Kyky 🥰: I know you. Kyky 🥰: Please, don't lie to me.

And he is right, he knows you. He knows you so well that you get annoyed, he knows every single detail about you and he can decipher your every thought and expression.

You: I don't know, Kylian. I really don't know.

You: I only feel like a stranger when she is around you.

You let out a sigh after sending this message, letting this thought that has been troubling you for a long time get out of your mind and transmit it to Kylian causes you a mix of anxiety and nervousness about what he will think.

Kyky 🥰: I'm coming to you, stay there.

You put your cell phone back in your pocket and lean more sharply against the bar counter in expectation of Kylian’s appearance.

Lost in your thoughts, you only feel a pair of strong arms around your waist and Kylian resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You're the most important person in my life" He whispers in your ear and in the meantime leaves a kiss on your neck. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I was letting you down and that your feelings aren't important."

You let out a tense sigh, the fear of losing Kylian terrifies you in a crazy way.

"I don't want it to sound like I'm forbidding you from seeing your friends, but…" You pause to think of the right words to describe what you are really feeling, "I don't know, Kylian. She doesn't like me because she still loves you, she wants to get back with you and the thought of losing you hurts me and I really don't want to go through another disappointment, I don't know…I…"

Kylian turns you around to face him and stares deep into your eyes. "Hey...Look at me, I'm completely in love with you. I can't even think of another word that defines how I feel about you except love." He sighs and runs his hand through your hair, messing up a few strands. "I hadn't noticed these attitudes of hers and I guess for a moment I was excited about the idea of keeping the friendship, but if she doesn't treat you well and it bothers you, I completely understand and respect that. I want to apologize for not noticing this sooner, but I need you to communicate more when something or someone bothers you, mon amour…" He strokes his thumb across your cheek and looks at you with those dark eyes.

You see the sincerity in his gaze and regret not having spoken to him before, you would have avoided so much inorpotent upset thoughts.

“I was scared to look like a neurotic, but I don’t really feel comfortable with these attitudes of her, Kylian.” He runs his arms around your hip and you melt into the comfort of his arms. He always knows how to make you feel good.

"I will never ignore your feelings and try to put you in that "crazy" position" He caresses your cheek once more and leaves a kiss this time. "I know it's a complicated situation and I apologize again for not asking you instead of just letting her into your life like that, even more now knowing that she treated you badly."

You completely understand his position, especially since you didn't speak or explain your thoughts. Kylian will always find a way to work things out with you and help you sort out your feelings and that's one of the things you love most about him, the way he always makes a point of caring about how you feel.

"Thank you for understanding me, I love you." You first leave a kiss on the cheek, another on the neck and forward your lips to his deepening a kiss to show all your love for him.

Kylian reciprocated, letting one hand slide to your hip while the other went to the back of your neck so he could have control to deepen the kiss even further. After your little show, he separates giving you three pecks. "Let's say goodbye to Tchaga and Neymar and let's go. We have business to discuss, young lady."

He gives you a smirk and pulls you by the waist to say goodbye. Now, more than ever, you know there will be no more ex-girlfriend problems.

#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfic #football one shot #football x reader #football fanfic #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #football imagine

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twinkinspector · 1 year

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Omg u know what I like the sound of? submissive Bolin ,or at least tying him up and teasing him until snaps I could see that

I LOVE THIS

i think i just have brainrot about showing him how good you could make him feel!!!

i think he's probably inclined to do some very standard missionary p-in-v action every time with a little doggy in there as a treat and he just.... doesn't think about the fact that there's more than just that, y'know?

"i just... i don't know. i'm willing to try," he blushes. "but i've never been a fan of the buildup." he can't look you in the eye. he's always like this when you bring up sex.

he's blushy, eyes darting around, chuckling nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. you can hear his breathing speed up a little. "look," you say. "i don't want you to feel uncomfortable. but i really think you're missing out."

and that's how you got here – bolin splayed out on the bed, his wrists tied above his head. you want to keep him restrained but still let him keep a sense of control.

"you look so pretty like this," you purr, standing at the foot of the bed. your eyes roam his body. he's still tense, so you can see every muscle.

toned calves up to his thick, muscled thighs. wrists bound together above him, his big hands not quite sure what to do. forearms flexing, veins bulging a bit.

triceps rippling into delts, meaty pecs bulging with every little movement. even though he has a little layer of fat over his abdomen, you can still see all of the muscles below as he breathes, trying to relax without any control over what's about to happen.

he could get out of those restraints with no problem, but he won't. because he wants to be so good for you. wants to give you all the control. wants to let you make him feel good. because he knows you will.

and so you tease him, running your fingers all across his body to see when his hips buck, where he likes to be touched the most, what makes him leak that salty essence.

every time you hit a sweet spot, he groans and gives you a breathy "y- yeah," his cock bobs and twitches, and his hips buck, but you don't give him the release he's looking for.

you want to wait. you want to make him break out. finally, you move to give his neglected cock some attention. it's been standing tall and needy this whole time, glistening with his slick as it drips down his shaft.

you take him into your mouth, but you don't take him all the way. you suck off your little treat, humming at the taste of his arousal. he plants his feet and tries to fuck up into your throat – and you're tempted to let him.

but you don't. you move to straddle him, sitting just far enough forward that you can grind your bare pussy on him, rubbing your clit on his skin, leaving a little puddle of slick on his abdomen.

"th- this is," he pants. "so unfair. need to be inside you. p- please."

when you finally give in, you drop down on his length agonizingly slow, letting your heat envelope him inch by inch, watching his face contort as he holds back his urge to just slam into you.

as you bottom out, you take a moment to accommodate the stretch of his fat cock, now pulsing inside you. "better?" you coo.

and then you hear the restraint snap. "better," he growls as he grabs your hips. "but not enough."

#A;LWEIJDFOS #SORRY #THIS TOOK ALL FUCKING DAY #work rly kept workin #ykwim #anyway #bolin brainrot #bolin thirst #bolin drabble #bolin x reader #lok x reader #i was gonna do overstim but i'll save that for another day

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kit-williams · 2 months

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non Khorne canon

thank you @callme-cursed for inspiring me with this:

Khorne - Your father's astartes only got more temperamental with age. Small things seemed to become the greatest slight one could make against him. You left for your own safety quietly in the night. It was unfortunate to realize so late you were his favorite. Now he is on a war path to find you again.

And letting me write something that no matter how hard I tried just keeps turning lewd. I'm keeping him legion/chapter-less so that anyone can insert their favorite legion/chapter. (Since its lewd its why I'm tagging my usual people)

Normal taglist: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams

tw: dubious consent? maybe noncon? Can read either way I suppose but either way you're getting dicked down. Written in 1st person because I have a problem

I get a notification on my phone about a break in at my apartment and the pictures show your family's astartis breaking in and looking around most likely barking for your name. He had started to act odder and odder... getting angry and aggressive with everyone especially with everyone around myself... getting far too affectionate and starting to bring me home trophies. I decided to stay at my apartment more it's why it's there because I am a big girl... but he wanted me at home where he could watch me.

I decided it was time for one of my hiking trips. I call dad just telling him what he's done and just that I decided to take a hiking trip for a few weeks. I've been doing it since I was sixteen... and even then sure I'd be hiking with him. I swallow as I have to keep going to get to that dry spot as the rain picks up.

I'll probably take a different trail then I normally do to throw him off my trail but I'm certain dad can wrangle him in... he's always been a stubborn astartis but just him being a big bully and him... I don't even know what to call it? Online people called it courtship behaviors... others said it was just being overly affectionate and showing which person is their favorite... the internet was no help in dealing with his recent mood swings and it scared me.

Sure he was grumpy when I was younger but now he was getting straight up violent and it made me feel so unsafe even if it never was directed at me or the parents; I just had to get out of there so fast. I've always hated confrontation and just I was always a coward. It would be fine....

But it was not fine... I run my fingers through my long hair as I read the text in the morning... Dad: ... hasn't come home. He might be going to look for you. I close your flip phone as I quickly pack up my camp knowing I have less and less time to get to the trail split and if I'm lucky he'll just keep going looking for me and then go home.

It was always so pretty the morning after a rain... the way raindrops clung to leaves, to moss, hanging suspended in spider webs... just a breeze shaking those drops free from their perches giving me another mini shower under a canopy. But I didn't have time to enjoy the relaxing bit of nature as I headed quickly to the split and when I finally got there I made sure I didn't stop powerwalking down the path until lunch.

The rain was threatening to come back as I was upset at how much rain there seemed to be typical weather people lying... I hold my breath as I suddenly hear a humming as the forest goes quiet and I turn my head and see the bloody visage of him... the family astartis... freshly harvested skulls on his hip both animal and human. His breath comes out hot and heavy as he pants and I can see it in the air as he leans his head back just grinning like a madman to the sky as it suddenly unloads.

My legs get cuts as I sprint through the underbrush just running blindly as he calls my name rushing after me. My lungs burn as I run tempted to throw away my bag to run faster but he'd certainly use it as leverage if I do get away. I hear water as I realize I'm near that cute spot... with the little pond and the waterfall. I stop above the pond as the water is coming down... a jump into the water from this height would hurt, I would know the memory of me doing it one summer hike with him.

"Sweetheart..." He brays softly as he walks out of the woods looking at you as I stay near the edge of the rocks, "come on take a step away... you look so cold. I can help with that." I can hear the layered meaning in his voice no longer hiding it. I remember admitting it once that I had a small crush on him but that was when I was young and hormonal and crazy for anything man shaped. How he just laughed at that and found it cute... that was a decade ago it seems he's changed his mind on that.

"Just leave me alone." I say threatening to take another step back.

"Get over here now." He snarls and I nearly rush over to him in obedience but I just shake my head as he looks so angry at me it causes my eyes to water as I feel so scared.

He takes a step forward and I jump back and the look on his face is surprise before I know it he's right there jumping after me having to jump somewhere else to avoid crushing me. He wasn't the best swimmer so I think I have time... I think I have time... I crawl out of the water coughing slightly just taking a moment to rest my limbs. Its in that moment I feel a hand thread through my hair and grip my hair by the scalp.

I scream and claw his hand as its hard not to know who is dragging me by my hair given how his nails dig into my forehead causing me to bleed. The rain seems to drown my begging and screaming as he drags me to the "lovers cove". Rain hits a tarp hidden by leaves and vines as I remember finding this place as it was nice to camp here in the summer with the firepit roaring. Of course you couldn't stay here long having to explain to him why... because it was really only used for sex.

I'm too tired to move as jumping in my full gear was exhausting. I feel the flash of heat as he starts to pull on my clothes and I struggle as he snarls and fights me out of my soaking wet clothes. I'm trembling both from how wet and cold I am but also so afraid of being alone with him right now.

He seems to visibly relax as he pets my head and starts to dry my skin by rubbing a dry fur pelt against my flesh as he mutters and nuzzles my face just trilling as he continues to dry me off. His lips brushing against my cheek and temple as his thumb roughly swipes away my now flowing tears. Trying to calm me down as he rummages through my wet bag trying to heat up a ration for me. His eyes nervously darting over to me as if he is worried that I'll try to take off into the dark raining forest fully naked. I look over at him... the large two headed eagle tattoo on his back is still there though now holding what looks like a crown of thorns. It looks like a large back piece has been outlined in one of those chaos shapes... for Khorne you think.

He puts the ration in my lap and nuzzles me as he has me in his lap... and I realize he's naked too... I can feel his excitement against my back as he maneuvers my hand to pick up my spoon and I start to eat. I whimper and let out a soft sob as he hugs me tightly trying to soothe me. I rub my eyes as his hands move up and down my sides... trying to calm me down but it only riles me up and I try to move out of his lap.

His arms flex as he puts me in a headlock and his leg wraps around my own to keep me in place as he is snarling and barking at me in his tongue and I can't help but burst out into tears as he lets me go and I cower just afraid... I hate it when people yell at me... especially men... so loud so scary. He croons apologetically his body covering mind but then his breathing hitches as he starts to throb more as I realize his cock is against my sex... and to my horror... I'm not physically repulsed by the action.

I can't even say his name to try and stop him as he's already pulling your hips up as you manage to slip between his fingers to scramble away and he pounces on you. Your lungs hurt as you wheeze out the air feeling him rut against you licking the side of your head and you can't help but burst into tears as you moan out shamefully. You beg with a hiccupped sob for him to stop and he does... for a moment.

"Need... need to mark... need... need to keep." He hisses through clenched teeth. "No more separation... " He says before turning my head and shoving his tongue down my throat it feels. His fingers fumble against my sex before one slips so easily inside of me... roughly preparing me but there is not much to prepare... I'm so wet. "So sad... so helpless... " He moans into my neck pushing another finger into my sex as he does his best to prepare me for the burn of the stretch. He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into his own mouth tasting me. "Need me... need me to protect... I protect. Always protect." He says in stilted English as he pulls me off the ground before putting me on a shitty "bed" with a pelt he brought with him most likely thrown over it.

I try to beg for him to stop but he pushes his thumb against my tongue to stop me. He tilts my head up and I see several skulls around the bed. He practically purrs as I start shaking as they are all human skulls... some still stained red, "I protect... scared little sweetheart."

He says just hooking his hands under my knees tilting me up before sliding into me. He has to stop and close his eyes to not start pummeling his hips into mine but his pace is still just a bit to fast and little too hard and I can't help but cry up at him. But now I whimper and whine... he leans in and kisses me hard and passionately. I arch feeling the fur of the pelt against my back only leave ghosts of an impression on my skin... the skulls watching him fuck me hard are a ghost of a memory...I feel that pleasure course through my veins as he presses himself against me as deeply as he can as I orgasm and the clenching flesh around him causes him to spill over the edge.

We tumble over that edge as the rain picks up, lightning lights the forest, and thunder shakes the trees. Tears roll down my cheeks as he holds me close cooing at me. "Don't cry... I'm here... you're safe." He says between pants. Warmth is still spilling out between my legs and I feel confused about what's happened... but I feel so tired and will... I'll worry about it later. I sniffle softly and nod my head as I close my eyes and pass out feeling his warm body around my own and the fire... I'll deal with it all tomorrow.

#khornite #chaos space marine #space marine #non canon #non canon husbandry #warhammer 40k #inspired #mating press march #tw: dubious consent #tw: noncon

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loveackermannn · 1 year

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☰ DRIVE ME MAD. . –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

roommate!levi is very attentive when it comes to you – especially in the moments when he catches you utterly staring at him like a love sick puppy.

though, he never really minded and he grew to notice how your eyes lingered for longer than they should've. or the times when they wandered down to his arms as he worked on an assignment at his desk – granted, you always happened to be sitting across the room on his bed, a familiar area in which the two of you shared many late nights in.

levi never had any thought in confronting you about your frequent habit of staring, but it did rack his mind one day when he came home from his internship, appearing at the front door in a white dress shirt and black dress pants – quite a sight to take in after a long day of classes for you.

through tired eyes, he slowly made his way to you at the island table and immediately crashing into your arms the moment he came in contact with your comforting presence. your perfume always smelled so lovely, intoxicating even. the same could be said with the added aroma of your shampoo after a recent shower (he predicts about 30 minutes ago given how damp your hair still was) and all of it was enough to make him putty in your hands.

levi was the first to speak against the messy strands of your hair, taking a deep inhale before doing so, "how was your day doll?"

"hm, it was okay. just the same old things as usual, how about you?" you respond softly while caressing your fingers down the small of his back, relishing in how frozen time felt whenever the two of you were together.

"it felt long, but i'm glad to be back here with you," it suddenly occured to levi that your mind had drifted attention somewhere in the middle of the conversation and it was in this moment, where he couldn't help but pry a little deeper into what you'd been thinking about these past few weeks.

"mind if i ask you something? it's nothing bad don't worry. it's just been on my mind for a while," he says in such a tone he only ever uses with you and pulls away to create some distance.

"what is it?"

"you seem to be... in la la land lately. whenever i talk to you, you look like you're somewhere far away and i just wanna know if something's wrong?"

you stayed quiet, perhaps too quiet for his liking and it had him second guessing if it were smart to even bring it up in the first place – but, levi could see that you wanted to say something. with his given patience, he waited until you were ready to give a response and eventually, you cracked.

"you've just been.. occupying my mind recently. not in a bad way though. i guess, i've been getting distracted."

oh.

from the way the tips of your ears turned a light shade of crimson and how you couldn't even hold a second of eye contact with him, it wasn't hard for him to figure out you out – he knew exactly what you meant.

levi couldn't hold back from such an opportunity to poke a little fun when you were just so easy to read and he loved getting your attention.

"what are you getting distracted by hmm?" he paused to slightly bend down to where your ear was within reach of his lips, grazing it over your lobe and continuing to speak directly there, "go ahead doll. i'm not here to judge. use your words."

you gulped, holding onto any last bit of restraint you had and forcing at least a cohesive sentence out, "it's you. it's always been you."

his hands continued to wander their way up to the nape of your neck, shaking your nerves to the core. levi was so fucking tempting and it drove you crazy. you didn't know how long you could sustain your sanity at this point given how much you've absolutely craved for him since the first day you moved in together.

"what about me? you wanna be specific? i'm not sure i understand."

a fucking tease.

your owns hand soon glided over to his chest with such a look in your eyes he hadn't seen before – desire.

"everything about you i'm constantly prisoned to. your smell, your presence, your eyes, your lips.. god, i don't know how i haven't been driven mad because of how much you affect me. i can't help but think about you all the time." to this, levi didn't say a word, but instead took your chin between his thumb and index fingers and caved completely into you.

"i think you drive me more mad than i do for you. you have no idea."

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @luvjiro , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

#chaloveslevi #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi heichou #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman headcanons #levi scenarios #levi x reader #levi ackerman imagines #levi fluff imagine #levi comfort #aot levi #snk levi #modern au #roommate!levi <3

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mediocre-quill-ink · 1 year

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hi!! if your inbox is open can i please request sfw & nsfw hcs for medic with a vampire s/o who needs to feed? thank you 🦇🖤

Thank you so much for the request. It was really fun to think about. Also, it's not just feeding headcanons if that's ok. Additional vampire dating stuff, I got carried away. I hope you enjoy it, though

Tw and content: lots of mentions of blood, of course. Some Catholic fetishism near the end. Cannibalism? Kind of? Medic drinking blood, really. Sadomasochism. Most of my vampire logic is based on interviews with the vampire and Draculaura (the book) and my own personal head canons, so the logic switches around sometimes. Google translate German.

Relationship:

Ok, so to start, everything I've stated in my first medic hcs still stands but I'll re state a few things

I feel like he'd let you drain patients for sure.

He'd never tell them. At least for a good while, lmao

When people are dying left and right on the field, he'll definitely bring a few to his lab to drain before the crew has enough time to re spawn and realize.

If you'd like him to keep up this practice I feel like he'd ask you preferences.

Wanna get drunk? Well, a demo corpse is yet to be disposed of

Or maybe just a bit buzzed? A spy is here!

Of corse, he'd keep blood bags in the fridge for you

If you wanna feed on him, though, well now you've got a whole new can of worms

If you ask him if you can feed on him, he'd be very surprised and then surprised that he is surprised.

"You want to feed on me? Oh! Well... ja. Yes- I can do that. I don't know why I didn't suspect this. I mean- I am your partner."

Yes. He's doing this

And tbh he's a little to excited

Not only does it do it for him (more on that later), but he just finds the whole process incredibly interesting.

He's a doctor, after all. And of corse it's his duty as a doctor (and your boyfriend) to take note of your species' behavior

"Would you say you prefer drinking blood straight from the neck or peircing a vein and draining it into a cup?"

"Would you be equally satisfied if drained my own blood into iv bags or is the intimacy a part of the feeding process?"

I feel like once or twice you drank to much from him and he was a bit insistent on monitoring his blood pressure when you fed for a while.

Man, doss he love to resurch you.

He tries his best from experimenting on you.

(Tempting. Very Tempting. But he manages to hold back.)

I like to imagine he tried to take your blood pressure and was surprised to see it was zero.

"Fasinating" He would say

"What did you expect?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Well I AM dead. Blood dosnt exactly flow amymore."

"Tell me more about the whole... being dead thing?"

He asks so many questions it's kind of unbearable at first lmao

I feel like if he knew you were a vampire before you started dating or early in he'd have an easier time opening up to you than a human

People see and treat him as a monster all the time. Him interacting with a literal monster with a thirst for blood no less makes him more comfortable opening up about his strange interests than usual.

"They'd probably get it"

I feel like he's always wanted to drink blood tbh

I mean, he's tasted it. No doubt. When you have such a gory hobby and your gloves somehow always have fresh blood on them, you're bound to get blood in your mouth at some point.

But to actually drink it has never been attempted.

I think one time you're drinking from a blood bag while you both are chilling somewhere, and he just goes, "How does that taste?"

You think it's another round of one of his routine questions and respond something like "it's nice. Refreshing. Irony. Warm. It's kind of like a soup, I guess? It tastes different when you're dead. I can tell you that much." And just keep slurping

"Can i... try it?"

You look at him and after a moment of thinking go "yeah."

You have a feeling he probably won't like it. When you were human, it just tasted like blood. Blood is blood. But when you were turned. When your body died and now ran on dark supernatural forces. When the only thing that could keep these dark forces thriving and preserving your mortal vessel was the warm essence of what once lived. It tasted different. This new way of life (or after life) gave you new senses. New flavors, new colors, new sounds. Suddenly, blood, raw organs. It tastes good.

He took a sip. He took a moment to think. Then he took another, longer sip. And his response

"I think I like it."

It was by no means his favorite drink, nor was it something he drank frequently. But on occasion, he did. Mostly with you, but he'd find himself occasionally sipping on it while at work or home alone.

Also he probably just smells like blood most of the time

Like not strongly of it, for a human, it's noting more than a subtle after note but for a vampire such as yourself, senses heightened and all that, it's easier to recognize and find it quite enjoyable.

I feel like if your a sun sensitive vampire he'd give you his coat alot.

He's a large man with a larger coat.

If you worry about the sun he'd take it off and drape it around you, more often than not placing the shoulders of it on top of your head. Letting the shadow of his large coat cover all of you.

Also I like to imagine he sharpens your Fangs every now and then for you if you ask

I like to imagine you both rob Graves together lmao

Pet names. i can't think of many good vampire ones, but i like "meine süße Fledermaus" (my sweet bat) and "Königin/König der Nacht" (queen/king of the night)

Sexual

He really has a thing for being bitten, man.

He's sadomasochistic, and man, does the masochism really show around you.

He loves being used as a blood bag in the heat of it all.

When His senses are nearing the point of extreme and you bite into his neck or shoulder or chest

Lawd have mercy the moans your about to hear.

That feeling of sex mixed and muddied with pain drives him crazy

Idk how you feel about vampires and religion mixing, but I'm imagining medic likes to have his hands tied up with Rosarys.

Tied up with rosaries and fucked by a force of darkness?

I feel like hes kind of into Catholic guilt sex if that makes sense?

Again, depending on how you imagine vampires mix with religion. If you let him, I feel like he'd also like to tie you up with rosaries.

Not just because of the whole power dynamic thing he's into

But like the gothic imagery is hot

Also, blow jobs with Fangs?

He dosnt like getting bit there but like it's the risk that's hot you know?

Like you COULD but you won't.

That's the hot part you know?

Also just like- with your vampiric powers can be useful in bed.

If we're going by Dracula rules.

Super strength, speed, and can change form at will, to grow from large to small?

Now i haven't finished the book so I might get the nuances of this wrong but like... I'm just saying.

Super strength. Can pin him down nice and easy. And as I've stated in my past hc post. If he likes to be hit around nice and good that'll certainly help.

Super speed? Thrusting, bouncing, hand jobs. Enough said.

Can grow and shrink at will? The possibilities of that, man.

Shrink just a tad so he can feel bigger in you

Or larger to tower over him.

(It'll make your dick bigger along with the rest of your body if you've got one, just saying...)

Sorry, I don't have a lot for the sexual portion, I feel like most of what I needed to say was already stated, but I hope you enjoyed it. This was fun to think about. I may update a few more times if I got new ideas. Thank you sm for the request! Tbh I was thinking about writing a medic/vampire a day or two ago and this was great inspiration! Stay batty!

#ask #medic #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 #tf2 x reader #medic x reader #medic x reader tf2 #tf2 medic x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #vampire reader #medic headcanons #medic headcanons tf2 #tf2 fic

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eashmo · 8 months

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 23 Final

-bad boys bring heaven-

Warnings: none because i'm an asshole.

a/n: long chapter, sorry it took so long.

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*1 year later*

*Billy pov*

It was my fault that she… she….. I should have driven to the diner a different way, or I should have fought harder. There were so many things I should have done so that y/n didn't…. The past couldn’t be changed. my sanity slowly slipped. It had only been a year. I couldn’t sleep at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

“I love you forever, y/n,” I whispered as her casket was lowered into the ground. “And I’m sorry.” My eyes stayed trained on her grave for what seemed like an eternity until I felt a presence beside me. For a fraction of a second, I foolishly thought that she was standing there beside me with our baby. I fell to the ground, screaming at the sky.

“BILLY?, BILLY WAKE UP!” a voice shouted. Jolting awake, I looked around frantically, trying to catch my breath.

“Billy, look at me.”

“M-max?” I breathed stilling up from the couch.

“You were having a nightmare, I just woke up from one myself.” she breathes. I noticed she had been crying, sweaty, and breathing heavily as well.

“Wanna talk about it?” she asks.

“I-I watched them bury her.” I started to cry and pulled her into me. She gave a tight squeeze.

“Do you think these nightmares will ever get easier?” she asks.

“I don't know kiddo” All of a sudden, a cry was heard from the bedroom and hush whispers.

“Shh sweetheart, mamas got you.” I heard as I moved to the door.

“I love you so much.” I sigh from the doorway, leaning on the door frame, taking in the beautiful scene, “I love you so much more. Did you have another nightmare?” y/n said with a smile which quickly dropped when she saw the redness in my eyes.

“Yeah, it was the same one, but I'm ok now.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and Cora. y/n leans her head on my chest and sighs.

“Are you ready for today?” y/n asks.

“Of course, I've been waiting for this since i met you”

*y/n pov*

I was going to marry Billy today. As I tried to calm my nerves, I heard the door creak open. It was Max.

”Hey sweetie,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied with a small smile. “What's wrong, sweetie?”

”Nothing is wrong, just a tad nervous, I don't know why because I'm sure you're just as nervous. i'm just happy that we are finally family, i wish you the best, and i love you…… and i'm rambling”

I smiled and chuckled. “Thank you, and I love you too, kiddo. I'm so happy that you're my maid of honor and sister in law because if you weren't, i would be going insane.”

She laughs. ”come on, let's get ready.'' I say I held on her hands. “I'm ready to be Mrs. Hargrove.”

She had helped me into my dress, a long ivory skirt, beaded corset top with lace sleeves that fit my curves quite nicely, standing at the mirror for quite a long time admiring the way that she looked. It wasn’t anything extravagant it was simple but fairytale like, i knew for sure that Billy would love the way it looked on her. He had once told me that I would still look beautiful down the alse dressed in sweats and an old tee. As much as that was tempting, it wasn’t appropriate attire for our wedding day.

We hadn’t seen each other since this morning. I wish I could be in his arms right now. I was anxious to see him dressed up in his nice tuxedo.imagining how handsome he would look at the end of the aisle, i wondered if he would get emotional during the ceremony or manage to keep it all bottled up. After all, I knew I would not be able to hold back my own tears the moment my eyes landed on him waiting for me at the altar.

“You look gorgeous,” Max said as she stood behind me “Billy won’t know how to act when he sees you.”

“Do you think he’s nervous?” i asked,

“Oh I know he is. He always has been when it ever came to you. ” she said with a small smile.

I had never imagined that I would become a wife to someone, let alone be marrying hargrove. It seemed surreal, but I was happier than I had ever been in my entire life. He was the father of my child and now is going to be the perfect husband.

“I’m just so happy that we’ve made it here, with all the shit we have been through”

“I’m willing to bet he’s thinking the same thing.”

“Do you think all of the guests have arrived yet?” I ask, switching the subject off of almost losing him and almost dying.

“Mm, it’s getting close to the time the ceremony is supposed to start, so probably!” she said enthusiastically.

I smiled and was about to say something else before we heard a knock at the door. Max decided that she would be the one to answer it, just in case. Billy came to ruin the tradition of not seeing me before I walked down the aisle.

“Steve” Max greeted him with a surprised tone in her voice before she moved to let him inside the room. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh, everything’s fine! I just came to make sure y/n wasn’t getting too nervous. Wow, you look so beautiful! Hargrobe is going to fall over when he sees you walking toward him. I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment.

“Thank you, Stevie. How is he doing?” I asked him as he took a seat.

“Yeah, he’s nervous as hell. He even threatened to punch me like typical Hargrove. But he will be fine.” he laughed.

“So did you need something?” Max asked.

“Oh, no, I just wanted to come by and check on everything, and I wanted to brag to Billy that I got to see his future wife before he did.”

“Yep, you're asking for it.” I laughed.

“Anyway, I think they’re almost ready for you. They were telling me to get down to the altar, but I told them I had to come to see you first. Your parents should be here any minute.” he says.

“You’d better get going, you’re supposed to be standing at the altar with Billy, and you’re gonna be late!” Max said he seemed to take notice of the urgency in her voice and left the room with a quick bye and wave wave. It wasn’t much longer before my father and mother arrived at the door.

“Your absolutely beautiful, darling. Are you ready?” my father asked, a warm smile on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for anything,” I answered, and we all left the room to make our way toward the ceremony.

“The ceremony is about to begin,” I heard the priest say as my bridesmaids and groomsmen formed a line with me in the back. everyone in my party gave me a thumbs up.

*Billy pov*

I stood on a raised platform, his step mom sat in front pew, and a few of my family members scattered about. Adjusting my suit as I looked out to the carpeted path of the church.

“You’re lucky that you found someone that loves you enough to marry you.” Steve chuckles at my state of nervousness.

“Are you saying that you didn’t think anyone would ever love me?” I asked, and he burst out laughing.

“No, I mean some people let things like that pass them by without a second thought. It’s good that you have y/n and held on to her, that’s all," Steve clarified his statement, and I couldn't help but think that he might have been referencing someone from his past…Nancy.

“I feel lucky to still have her despite everything” I said in response. and the bridal party started to file out. Nancy, Dustin, Robin, Lucas, Joyce, Will, Mike, and El helped little Cora, who was the flower girl. And Max As she got closer, she whispered to me “she's gorgeous by the way” as she said that the doors open to reveal y/n. I could see y/n in her ivory dress, bouquet of y/f/f in her hands. She was looking straight at me, smiling that beautiful smile that lit up any room that she had ever entered. Her e/c eyes were sparkling with what I could only assume were tears, and I couldn't help but smile at her as she and her parents slowly made their way down the aisle. All I could see was her and how beautiful she looked, and the fact that she was about to become my wife. I tried to keep my emotions at bay.

“Who is it that allows this woman to be married to this man?” the priest asked. Her father smiled at both of us.

“Her parents” he said, she hugged her father and mother tightly and I shook his hand before her father made his way to sit down in one of the empty seats in the crowd, and then it was finally time.

Taking her hands in mine as she turned to face me, tears streaming down her cheeks as she smiled so lovingly at me. i reached up with one hand to wipe away her tears, and she laughed a little, seemingly embarrassed at the fact that she was crying, to begin with.

“Thank you all for being here today to witness the marriage of one of this lovely couple. I have the privilege to be the one performing this ceremony, joining two people who are in love as these two are. Anyone who has been in a room with the two of them for any amount of time can feel how much they love each other. I understand the two of you have prepared your own vows, so we’ll start with William”

“Me?” I asked quietly, and y/n giggled.

“Do you want me to go Hargrove?” she says with a teasing smirk.

“Oh shut up nerd” I sighed, which earned a chuckle from her and the crowd that had come to witness our marriage. reaching into my tuxedo with one hand pulling out the piece of paper that laid within the breast pocket. Clearing my throat.

"Not many people can say they truly married the love of their life, but I can. when we met in highschool —I used to fantasize about this exact moment—and now I finally get to say, 'I do.' This journey, this adventure that we're on, has already challenged us as a couple, to work through hardships and obstacles, and to become stronger in our communication, in our commitment and to our love. It has been the biggest growth I have ever had for myself by far as a partner. Our relationship is full of more love and support than I could ever ask for. I have never been more adored or felt more safe, and the trust that we have built, that we have worked so hard to protect, is invaluable. So thank you. I've heard it said: 'It is better to not make a vow than to make one and not be able to keep it.' Therefore, I know what this commitment means. I promise… to help shoulder our challenges and celebrate all of our little wins. To tell you every day how much I love you and appreciate all that you do. To continue to learn from you and to follow the examples of patience and respect that you continuously share. To continue to build upon the trust that we have and to be by your side fully and faithfully. To put you and Cora first and above all, always. To try my hardest, to step away from my stubbornness, and accept that I make mistakes and that I am (to my dismay), not always right. Most importantly, today, in front of our closest friends and family, I take you as my wife. Because this is a great love story and we're getting married and I love you." A tear fell from my eyes.

She wiped away my tear that had fallen as she still had a smile on her face as she cried. Max handed her a tissue, and she dabbed her tears away. She took a piece of paper of her own from Max.

"The night we played 7 minutes in heaven was the best decision in my life I had ever made in my life because now I'm so proud that today I become your wife. I love you. I love the way you make me laugh. I love the feeling of being protected in your arms. I love that you protect your family and friends. I love that you're open to trying new things. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise never to stop holding your hand. I promise to give you all the love and support. I promise to share my food with you, never go to bed angry, and always honor your passions. I promise to stand by your side while you face the world. Listen to you when you speak. I promise that when you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark. I promise to grow alongside you but also to never grow up. I promise to love, respect, protect, and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for I know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. I choose you. I'll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, I'll keep choosing you. Today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but I already belong to you. Falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. I love you."

“El do you mind bringing little miss Cora with the rings.” the priest asked, and she lifted Cora from her lap into her arms, carrying her, and rings over. Cora let out a squeal when she saw us.

“Mama! dada!” she said. Everyone in the church laughed at her cuteness.

“Hey pumpkin.” y/n says with a wide grin. As El handed the rings to me. Me and y/n gave Cora a quick kiss on her cubby rosey cheeks, which she erupted in laughter. El took her back to her seat.

“William, go ahead and put the ring on y/n finger,” the priest instructed, and I slipped the shining silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds onto her finger. She did the same with my ring, which was also silver to match hers, and slipped it onto my finger.

“With the exchange of these rings, William and Y/N make a promise to one another to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. They promise to take care of one another and to keep the promises that they’ve stated in their vows. if anyone that’s gathered here today has any objections as to why they shouldn’t be married.” There were no objections from our friends or family.

“you may now go forth and fulfill your vows with the same love and devotion which now blossoms between you. You are now Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove. And now for your first kiss as a married couple, you may now kiss” the priest said with a smile before he backed away from the two of them.

she pulled me down with eagerness into a passionate kiss as I smiled into the kiss as I melted against her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into his kiss, picking her up slightly before we pulled away for air. When we turned back to face our family and friends, they were all on their feet cheering and clapping loudly as we made our way out of the church hand in hand.

*y/n pov*

“Wow, Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove, that really is something.” dustin says as he hugged me

“It’s going to take some getting used to,” I said with a smile as I held tightly to Billy's hand.

“It suits you,” Billy says, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Ugh, yall are adorable. You two are so perfect together that it makes me sick. Max teased.

“We’re married,” I whispered with a smile as I looked up at him.

“I - I love you so much” he answered, unable to find any other words. He was happy, so happy that he couldn’t even think straight. The last two times I saw him this happy was when I woke up from my 3 week coma and the birth of Cora.

“Listen, I know we put a lot of planning into this whole reception thing, and there’s cake and dancing and...whatever, but, don’t you wanna just go home?”

“Home? Everyone is expecting us…what about Cora? "I laughed.

“Sorry I can't help it, you're so gorgeous in that dress and all I can think about is getting you out of it,” his voice lowered a few octaves as he pulled me closer to him.

“Patience husband, we have a whole week to ourselves.” I say with a smirk, breaking free from his grasp, I start running off toward the reception. looking back at him, giggling as he just stared at me for a moment.

“You coming daddy” I chuckled as I saw his eyes darken. “You're asking for it princess” He growled as he shook his head and jogged after me to join in the festivities.

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Your True Self - The Corinthian Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Your True Self

Pairing: The Corinthian X Reader

Word Count: 1,663 words

Warning(s): murder, torture, make out scene

Summary: He saw something in (Y/n). Something that they either hid or didn't know about. And he was dedicated to bringing that part of them to the light.

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My father had a tendency to throw parties.

Extravagant parties.

They weren't bad. They would be absolutely beautiful. They would always be crowded. It was usually a fine event.

I was just tired of the same thing over and over again. I was bored.

And I hated being forced to go to that kind of event.

It was during one of those parties that I found myself leaning on the wall. I was watching the usual crowd with a drink in my hand. I wanted something interesting to happen.

"Bored?"

I looked over to see a man in a white suit and a pair of sunglasses now leaning on the wall next to me. I just chuckled, looking down at the top of my drink. I didn't want to give him an answer that would be a lie or place my dad in a bad light.

"Might I entertain you with a dance?"

I looked at him again for a moment. He tilted his head at me a little bit with a grin. He was charming. Something about him felt magnetizing. Like he had been daring me to dance with him. Tempting me. Like he knew me well enough to know that it would work.

"Sure," I said.

He took the drink from my hand and placed it on a small table next to him. He then took my hand and pulled me along with him.

I rested my free hand on his shoulder as his free hand touched my side. It felt like there was a crackle of electricity under my skin just where his hand rested.

"You never answered me," he muttered after we had been dancing for a little while. I raised an eyebrow. "Are you bored?"

"Bored is a strong word," I replied. "I'd say comfortable."

He hummed at my answer. I couldn't tell if he was satisfied with my answer or not.

"I've been to a number of these parties," I explained. "Nothing particularly exciting happens. It's all very regular."

"And you don't enjoy that?"

"I have dependable and normal in my day-to-day life," I shrugged. "Is there something wrong with wanting something more interesting?"

"Not at all," he shook his head.

We continued dancing quietly. It was a very nice silence though. I felt like he understood me. It was different than any connection that I had ever experienced. He was intriguing, hypnotizing almost. All I could focus on was this mysterious man dancing with me.

He leaned over, letting his lips brush the shell of my ear so he could whisper into it, "Why don't you come with me and let me show you a little taste of excitement?"

I felt a small smirk tug at the corner of my mouth as I whispered back, "I hope you don't disappoint."

A low chuckle slipped through his lips before he started leading me away from the dancing crowd and out of the room. I looked around to make sure no one was watching as he led me to a small, empty room.

He closed the door behind me, pushing me against it. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.

One of my hands moved down to his jacket, grabbing at the edge of it to pull him closer to me. I hummed as his body pressed fully against mine.

He was right. This was a perfect taste of excitement.

"What's your name," I murmured as his lips found my jaw.

He let his lips barely brush my skin as he moved. He stopped when his lips brushed mine. "They call me the Corinthian."

"Why?"

He hummed. "Stick with me and find out, (Y/n)."

In the moment, I didn't question why he knew my name. I just leaned in and kissed him again. I would rather focus on his lips on mine than how he knew my name.

That was the beginning of an incredibly interesting relationship.

Months went by. I was happy with him. Holding him, kissing him, loving him. It made me feel like I was in a trance. And I adored that feeling more than I ever thought I would.

It didn't take him long to reveal most of himself to me. His eyes, the truth of where he was from, how he had met me before in the dream realm.

I accepted all of it because all I wanted was him. My mysterious and intriguing nightmare. My very beautiful nightmare.

Our life was as normal as one could expect for us.

And we both liked it that way.

But there was one night that changed everything forever. When our relationship would become something so different, yet so much better.

And it all started with him being late for dinner.

I had resigned myself to staring out the window. I was sulking. There's no better way to describe it. I looked like an angry child that had their favorite toy taken away.

I jumped when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Just me," the Corinthian mumbled in my ear.

"Nice of you to grace me with your presence."

"I'm sorry, darling. I had something to attend to."

I just nodded, still disappointed about him being gone.

"Come on, darling," he kissed my jaw a few times. "I'm sorry."

I tried to forget my upset feelings, but it was proving more difficult than I was expecting.

He sighed. "Well, I have something that might make you feel better."

"And that it?"

"I've brought you a present," he muttered in my ear.

"Oh?"

I turned around in his arms, letting mine settle on his shoulders.

"Sometimes I think you spoil me," I said.

He let out a low chuckle as he leaned closer to me, lips brushing mine. "Only the best for you, darling."

I let a small smile cross my lips as I kissed him gently.

He pulled back a few moments later. "Come on, sweetheart. Time to go see your gift."

I bit my lip as I nodded.

The Corinthian stepped back and held out his hand. I grabbed it and let him lead me through the house. Through the living room and the dining room to the kitchen and the staircase to the basement.

"What's down there," I asked. I couldn't help but be a little bit nervous. I never trusted basements.

"You'll see," he replied. When I hesitated, he kissed my cheek. "You trust me, right?"

I nodded.

"Then, come with me."

I nodded again and followed him downstairs. He covered my eyes with his hand, guiding me to stand in the middle of the room. There was a small pause. I jumped a little when I felt the Corinthian's breath against my skin.

"Are you ready, darling?"

"Yes."

His hand left my eyes and he stepped away from me.

In front of me was a man tied to a chair. He had a bag thrown over his head, hiding who he was.

I expected so many reactions. To yell, to run, to help, to stop the Corinthian. But I didn't. I just stood there, staring at the body silently.

"Who is that," I asked quietly.

"Your... gift!"

As he said the word, the Corinthian pulled the bag off of the man's head. I didn't recognize him. There was a makeshift gag in his mouth. He looked at me through foggy, half-asleep eyes. They slowly went wide as they saw me.

"My work is usually less messy, but your first time deserved to be special."

I looked back at the Corinthian.

He had taken off his jacket, showing off the knives that were usually hidden just underneath.

"I saw it when I first met you," he said, twirling one of the blades in his hand. "I saw it when I looked in on your dreams. That look in your eyes. Hungry for more, tired of the normal. I just want to give you an escape. That excitement that you were craving."

He made it sound so sweet. He made his theory about me wanting to hurt someone seem normal. Like it was as simple as going out for a drink or going on a trip.

He walked behind me slowly. I had every opportunity to run. To leave the scene and save the man in the chair. But I didn't I stood still, letting my eyes fall on the man again.

One of the Corinthian's hands landed on my waist, the other- the one holding the knife- touched my arm. It slowly slid down the length of my arm as his lips found the skin on my neck. He pressed soft kisses against it as he slid the blade into my hand. He wrapped his hand around mine, making sure that I kept a hold of the handle.

"It's time to stop hiding," he muttered, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Let your true self step into the light, darling. I promise it'll make you feel amazing."

I slowly stepped away from him, knife sitting in my hand. I looked down at it. I turned it around in my hand a few times, watching the light in the basement bounce off of it.

I heard the man trying to talk through his gag. My eyes met his.

I picked up my hand, bringing it and the blade down into the man's hand. He yelled through the gag, his head falling back as he did. I pulled the blade out, turning it in the light again. I wanted to compare how the blade looked with blood on it.

I heard the Corinthian's proud laugh behind me. His arm wrapped around me again, turning me around to pull me into a kiss. I kissed him back, my free hand grabbing onto his shirt. I lightly nipped at his bottom lip before pulling away completely.

"How's it feel, darling," he asked quietly.

I let a smile cross my lips. "It's perfect."

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 10

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: mention of abuse, expletives.

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Since Yeji is a part of my trusted inner circle, I decided to reveal to her my passion for racing. I expect her to berate me since it is a dangerous motorsport, but instead, she gives me a proud smile and tells me to keep continuing to do whatever I want.

"But what about your position as the heir?" Yeji asks as she sits across from me. We are presently at a fine dining restaurant for dinner, and the best thing about dining out with your older sister is that you don't even have to use your money as she will be the one paying the bills.

I sigh, leaning my back against the leather seat. "That's the thing. Even though I am passionate about racing, I know that I'll have to let go one day when the time comes."

Yeji offers me a sympathetic smile as she puts down her glass of wine. "You know, if being the heir is not what you want, then you can always just back out."

"No, being an heir is equally important to me." I assert, though there is ambivalence lingering in the air. "I've been trained since I was fifteen, after Oppa was disowned," I pause. Bitterness touches my tongue as I recall. "So I can't allow all my hard work to go to waste. Besides, I don't think I have much of a choice, given how I'm the most capable and competent compared to Rena, which was why they didn't want to choose Rena in the first place."

"They're taking advantage of you." There is a scowl on Yeji's face. "The least they could do is treat you better, but no. They're still as insufferable as they were on day one."

Curiosity sparks within me. "Before I was born, were they as cruel as they are now?"

Yeji seems to be reminiscing while the frown on her lips deepens. "Minhyuk wasn't that violent. Sure, he had slapped our brother a few times due to how rebellious he was, but he didn't hit me. That was until after Mother got pregnant with you. Why do you ask?"

My eyes turn downcast. "It's just that our parents, especially father, seem to loathe me more than he does to you and Oppa." Then I recall a certain memory. "The other night, when he punished me, he said something about how mother should've aborted me. I guess he hated me even before I was born."

Not only has that statement been engraved in my mind, but Minhyuk also said something about how he made me the heir so he couldn't get to me. The question is: Who is he?

"I wish I could bring you with me to live in New York." Yeji's statement brings me back to reality. "If you had lived with me, you could do anything your heart desires, and I would provide for you financially until you're stable enough to stand on your own."

I can already imagine what it's like to move to New York, one of the cities I've always wanted to go to, and to have the freedom of not being tethered to the Hwang name anymore. Even the thought of it is already rather tempting, but I know I can't.

"The only goal I have in mind is to bring Oppa and Uncle Minjun together once I wield full authority and power. Speaking of, I've hired someone to do my dirty work since, for some reason, our parents, especially father, forbade me to ask questions about Uncle and even threatened me not to search for him."

Intrigued, Yeji leans forward with an eyebrow arched. "Dirty work? Am I supposed to be worried?"

"No. In fact, you should be glad that I've never given up on searching for Uncle Minjun." I smile. "Though there hasn't been any update yet, I'm positive that I'm getting closer to finding him."

"Uncle Minjun. We had lots of great memories with him." Yeji smiles faintly while nostalgia gleams in her eyes.

My heart aches. "We sure did. He's the main reason why I'm passionate about racing, because he used to be a racer too."

"At least one of us inherited the racing genes." Yeji chuckles.

"But it's peculiar, though." My smile falters. "A week before Uncle Minjun's disappearance, he gave me a debit card and made me swear that our parents could never know about it."

"Really? But why?"

"I don't know, and I don't know why I'm the only one who received it." I answer honestly, my eyebrows furrowing. "The amount is more than I thought. I haven't used it, though. I'm just saving it for an emergency."

"If I weren't so jealous, I'd say his favourite niece was you." Yeji gives me a playful scowl, to which I roll my eyes. "But Uncle has always treated and loved you more than our own father has."

"Yeah." A sad smile dawns on my lips. Just before Yeji can speak, we are interrupted by a certain someone who has me staring at him with my jaw unhinging.

I have never seen Jungwon decked out in a formal suit before, let alone how his hair seems to be a tad permed, looking incredibly attractive than he usually is. He offers me a smile with his dimple that I so badly want to poke. "Hey, Stella."

"Jungwon." I attempt to compose myself, but my eyes continue to shamelessly check him out. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm having dinner with my father and his business partners. We're seated on the second floor. But I want to head out to get some breather." Jungwon informs before his eyes shift to Yeji, and they widen. "Yeji Noona?"

"Jungwon." Yeji acknowledges him with a smile. "My, my. You're all grown up now."

Yeji used to help me out by sneaking Jungwon into the mansion whenever I wanted to hang out with him. Our endeavours in the past were certainly memorable.

Jungwon smiles sheepishly, making my heart flutter. "Thank you. I haven't seen you in years."

"Oh, you didn't know that I moved to New York years ago?" Yeji asks before looking at me in confusion. "You didn't tell him?"

Right. I forget that Yeji didn't know about our friendship fallout.

"Long story short, we weren't friends for seven years, but we've already reconciled." I answer. "Anyway, nice meeting you, Jungwon. Let's go, Unnie."

"Actually, Jungwon can keep you company." Yeji stands as she grabs her purse. She gives me a smile—a cunning one at that. "I have to meet an old friend at a bar. Jungwon, be a dear and send my darling sister home."

"What?" I look at her in disbelief. "Yeji─" But Yeji leaves our table in a swift manner.

Despite the fact that there is no air of awkwardness, Jungwon and I still haven't talked about the kiss we had. I look at him, just to accidentally lock eyes with him.

"It's okay if you don't want to accompany me. I'm sure you'd want to head back to your father." I say, chuckling nervously.

"Honestly, I'm dying to get out of here." He extends his hand to me. "Would you care to join me?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

With my black dress that matches his suit, we look like we could be a couple. Silence engulfs us as we walk hand-in-hand on the pavement. Holding his hand has become the norm for me. I like the way he holds me, like he wants to protect me from harm.

"Stella, can I ask you something?" He breaks the silence, prompting me to look at him. His tone sounds serious, as does the look in his eyes.

I halt my steps, and I notice his car is parked by the curb. "Of course."

Hesitancy resides in his gaze momentarily. "Would you be mad at me again if I leave?"

Confusion clouds my head. "What do you mean?" Then comes the sadness. "Are you leaving?"

"No. At least not yet since nothing has been confirmed." He quickly answers. "I just wanted to know if you'd be mad."

"Maybe, but I'll try to understand your situation." I pause before my eyes turn crestfallen. "Who am I kidding? I'm not going to be mad, but devastated instead. You're my best friend, Jungwon. You leaving me the second time will inevitably hurt me."

"What if I say that I'll be the first to find you after all is well?" He cradles my face, allowing me to lean into his gentle touch. "What if I tell you that once I find you, I'm never going to let you go, ever?"

The butterflies in my tummy intensify the longer he gazes deeply into my eyes. "So you're going to have me locked up in a tower?" I jest, attempting to get rid of the flutters.

His eyes seem to darken at the thought. "Maybe. You seem to underestimate how possessive I can get."

"Funny." I force out a chuckle.

"I'm not joking around, Bubs." His hand slithers down to wrap around my waist, pulling me close to him before he slowly backs me up until my back hits his car.

My eyes widen in shock, and my mouth is unable to form any words due to Jungwon's abrupt turn of behaviour. The way he is staring at me alone feels intimate. His touch on my body feels electrifying.

"Jungwon." I utter his name nervously while my heart is pounding hard against my chest, feeling his body on mine. The addictive scent of his cologne makes me lightheaded.

"I've been holding myself back for so long, Stel." His voice drops to a lower octave. "I've been waiting patiently, dying to touch you just like my best friends do."

My breaths catch in my throat as he leans down to my ear, his lips touching my earlobe. "I know, Stel. I know that you have long since become one of their girls."

With each passing second, I feel breathless and intoxicated by the thought of my best friend desiring me. Butterflies awaken in my tummy at the moment his lips touch my neck.

"Jungwon, not here." I say shakily, aware that we are still in an open area.

"You're right." I detect annoyance in his voice before he pulls away. He opens the passenger door for me, allowing me to enter.

As I wait patiently for him to drive, I don't know what awaits me next.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

What I anticipated had something to do with Jungwon's lips on mine and his hands roaming around my body, but what I hadn't anticipated was heading over to Kim Sunoo's apartment, as he had urgently called Jungwon earlier in the car.

"Were you two on a date or something?" Sunoo asks, his eyes narrowing at our attire, before he looks at Jungwon in disbelief. "Was that why you ditched me for Stella? I thought you promised to accompany me to race!"

Jungwon rolls his eyes in annoyance. "As if you wouldn't ditch me for Stella."

Sunoo pauses before his eyes direct me, and he unfurls a smirk. "I would ditch anyone for you, darling." He taps his finger on my nose, causing me to blink my eyes while my cheeks feel warm.

"For the record, I didn't ditch you for Stella. My father forced me to go for dinner with his business partners." Jungwon sighs. "And I hate this stupid tie." He grumbles, touching his black necktie and attempting to remove it, while I am in awe of how he is doing it in an oddly attractive way. "Do you mind if I borrow your clothes? I do need proper attire if we are going to race." He asks Sunoo.

"Fine." Sunoo sighs loudly as he drags his feet to go to his room. "But you owe me!"

As soon as Sunoo is out of sight, I avert my gaze elsewhere, feeling his gaze on my face as he is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Jungwon and I haven't had a proper conversation since our moment earlier. I was mostly hesitant and embarrassed to face him.

I clear my throat as I rise from the couch. "I'm just gonna grab a drink."

I walk past him, but a startled gasp leaves my lips when his hand grabs my arm firmly before he makes me turn around to face him. "Jungwon─"

Jungwon silences me by kissing me squarely on the lips while his other arm is wrapped around my waist to hold me steady and the other one cradles my face. He kisses me with such urgency, as if he's afraid that Sunoo might come out any time soon.

"Jungwon." I whisper, feeling short of breath as soon as he pulls away. "Don't ever do that again. Sunoo might catch us."

His lips unfurl a soft, attractive smirk, and he doesn't seem to have the intention of letting me go. "That's part of the thrill, isn't it?"

"Jungwon!" We hear Sunoo calling for him from his room. "Do you want the red or blue one?"

Instead of answering Sunoo, Jungwon slams his lips against mine once more as he moves me to the kitchen, pinning me against the wall. I want to be furious at him, but the way he is kissing me weakens me.

"Yang Jungwon!"

Jungwon pulls away, breathing heavily, while the thrill in his eyes is apparent as they stare straight into my panicked ones. "Your pick, Sunoo." He answers loudly.

"Jungwon!" I whisper harshly right after he pecks my lips briefly. I ignore how hot my cheeks feel. It feels like we're in a forbidden relationship, not wanting anyone to find out about our scandalous act.

His smirk widens before he leans in to kiss my cheek. "You're so adorable, Bubs."

"Hold on! I'm trying to find the red one for you!" Sunoo informs.

Suggestiveness and mischievousness glint in Jungwon's eyes. "More time for us." He whispers with a boyish grin.

The next thing I know, my hands are in his hair, his hands on my body, and my lips on his move in perfect harmony with a symphony of desire and longing.

"I need to tell you something." I say gruffly as I land another hard blow to the punching bag. Sweats are trickling down my skin, and my white tee is sticking to my body due to how drenched I am. Panting heavily, my eyes shift to Jake, who is at the bench press while Jay is helping the man out. Earlier, we agreed to work out at my gym.

I have been keeping it to myself, and the longer I do, the more my feelings seem to be erratic. Maybe I have a death wish, or maybe I don't, but I need to let Jake know about it, even though he might skin my ass alive. The guy is extremely possessive.

"Who?" Jake asks with a grunt, the muscles on his biceps flexing. "Me or Jay?"

Right, I forgot for a moment that Jay used to have an illicit affair with Stella. Recalling the last time he confronted Heeseung and brawled with him, I guess the guy is possessive as well. Great.

Although I'm aware that we all agreed to never fight anymore, especially over a girl, sometimes their feelings may change.

"You." But I answer without hesitation. Plus, Jake had been with Stella first. "But you have to promise me that you won't punch me. You too, Jay."

Jake finally finishes before straightening his back as he sits up. His face contorts into confusion as he wipes off his sweat with a small towel. "Now you're making me want to punch you."

Jay gives Jake a smirk. "Allow me."

"It's not funny, guys." I sigh, removing my boxing gloves. "It's about Stella." I pause, hesitating for a moment, as I scan their faces. "The other night, when I sent her home, I kissed her."

I swear the silence is resounding, and I can't decipher the emotions in their eyes. I run my fingers through my hair. "I admit that I no longer hate her, but I don't know why the fuck I kissed her."

"I knew it." Jay's blank face breaks into a grin. "What did I tell you? Your feelings would change the longer you stick around her."

"Sue me." I groan. "I couldn't help it. There's more to her than just her beauty. All those moments we've spent together, especially during my time coaching her, have shown me the sides of her I never knew existed." As my mind drifts to her, a small smile finds its way to my lips. "She gave me advice even when I didn't ask for it but needed it. The same goes for her. She even laughed at my lame jokes."

"Wow. I never would've thought I'd see the day where Park Sunghoon would be smitten over a girl." Jake speaks up, smirking lightly. "Especially when that girl happens to be the love of my life."

Guilt dawns on me. "I'm sorry, man. It just happened. I didn't have the intention to steal your girl."

Jake shrugs his shoulders, appearing to be unfazed by the revelation. "I guess she's our girl now."

"What?" Both Jay and I stare at him dumbfounded, but Jake remains collected. "What do you mean by our girl?"

"Isn't it obvious? She has us wrapped around her pretty little fingers, and we've all kissed her." Jake states. "I know you expected me to get all possessive and mad, but I'm totally fine about it. Besides, Heeseung even suggested that we share her."

"Share her?" Jay gulps visibly. "But we've never even shared a girl before. I mean, we're talking about Hwang Stella here! And she's not just any girl!"

"I'm not into sharing," I drawl. "But if it means that we won't ever have to fight over her, then I'm in."

"Aside from Heeseung, do you think the others like Stella as well?" Jay asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Just yesterday I saw Stella with Sunoo, and from the look of it, Sunoo seemed smitten for her too." Jake chuckles breathily. "The bastard won't even leave her for a minute."

"I think Ni-Ki likes her too." I tell them as soon as I recall the way Ni-Ki looked at her with a familiar sentiment I know all too well. "Just great. The seven of us sharing the same girl? Won't that be too overwhelming?"

"Unless you want to back out, then it will feel a little less overwhelming." Jay gives me a smirk. "Plus, the lesser competition, the better."

"It isn't a competition if we all agree to share her." I snap at him, wanting to punch that annoying smirk of his.

"That settles, then." Jake rises from the bench. "We'll just have to let the rest know about it."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

When the next day arrives, I decide to skip my last two lectures and head to our lounging room. I had enough fucking idiots who couldn't even brainstorm ideas, let alone participate in our group project. That's one of the things I hate about college.

With a scowl that still persists on my face, I push open the door and enter, but I halt my steps as soon as I spot Stella on the couch. She appears to have been typing some sort of essay on her laptop. She stops whatever she's doing and diverts her gaze towards me.

"Hey, Sunghoon." She gives me a smile that causes my heart rate to spike, as does how gorgeous she looks. "I hope you don't mind that I'm using this room to do my assignments."

I immediately compose myself. "Not at all. You're always welcome here anyway." I tell her as I make my way to the couch and settle myself next to her. "I thought you'd be in classes."

"I ended mine early." She informs, watching as I plop down next to her comfortably. "You seem rather stressed."

"Not entirely. I'm rather annoyed at our group mates." Naturally, I start to vent to her. "They're difficult to work with and couldn't even brainstorm ideas. I have had to step in and do all the fucking things." I scowl. "The worse part is that I have to survive another week with them."

Stella offers me a sympathetic smile. "I understand you. I hate group projects too."

"Really?" The renowned smart-pants Hwang Stella hates something that is academic-related. I tilt my body to give her my full attention. "What else do you hate?"

"Ummm, my parents," She lists them off, prompting me to chuckle at her first answer. "Liars, insects, and you used to be on the list as well. In fact, you're on the second spot on the list."

I raise my eyebrow at her. "You really hated me that much, huh?"

"You did too." She retorts, rolling her eyes, and fuck does she look attractive doing so. "When did you decide to unhate me?"

"I can't exactly pinpoint when, but it just happened." I tell her honestly as the air around us shifts into something that is unexplainable.

Her alluring eyes flicker down to my lips before looking back into my eyes. "Was that why you kissed me the other night?"

I was hoping she wouldn't bring that up. Fuck me and my self-control for kissing her.

"Do you like me, Sunghoon?" She asks, and her voice drops into a whisper while I realise the lack of space between us.

I gulp harshly. "Of course. That's why I unhate you, right? That's why we're friends now." I'm just spewing words because it's so fucking hard to control myself around her, especially when she looks utterly kissable and alluring right now.

I see disappointment and annoyance in her eyes. "I'm not stupid, Sunghoon. You kissed me the other night because you see me more than just a friend."

"And if I say I do?" A muscle ticks in my jaw as the intensity between our gazes sparks something within me. "What are you going to do about it?"

The confidence she emitted earlier dissipates as she deflates. "I don't know. It just feels weird because we've always been enemies and hated each other's guts."

"You want to know how to make it less weird?" I pull her by the nape, bringing her close to me until her breath fans on my lips. Her hooded eyelids are fluttering close, and I take my cue to connect our lips.

It starts off slow, with me taking my time to savour her lips, which taste like a hint of cherry, but soon, we're kissing each other like two lovers who have been separated for a long time. The next moment I know, she is on top of me with her hands in my hair and my hands on her body, pulling her impossibly close to me. The sound of our lips smacking wetly and her faint moans into my mouth turn me on even further.

She pulls away from my lips to catch her breath, fluttering her eyes open and meeting my gaze. As she pants heavily, her lips are slightly swollen by the intensity of our make-out. When she moves her hips forward, I groan, feeling her core hitting mine.

"Sorry." She whispers, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"You're such a fucking tease, princess." I have no intention of letting her go with my hands on her waist. Her sultry gaze alone is enough for me to do things to her. "Tell me, what are you like with the others?"

Her hands drape over my shoulders. "What?"

A smirk tugs at my lips as I bring my hand to caress her cheek. "Do you like it rough? Gentle?" I can't help but pull her down abruptly, bringing a gasp from her mouth. I grab a fist of her hair, though enough to apply pressure and not hurt her, stopping her just close enough with our lips almost touching. "Tell me all the dirty stuff you like." I rasp as she pants lightly through her parted lips. "I'll make them happen."

"You're kinky." She gasps again just as I pull her head to the back, making her neck bare at me before I place a kiss on the skin. "Sunghoon─"

In an instant, I have her pinned to the couch with both hands on top of her head, as I have them locked in my strong grip. She gasps cutely and releases a breathy moan when I press my knee into her core. "What if the others come barging in?" She whimpers as I trail my kisses along her jawline down to her neck.

"I won't stop. I'll let them know that I can pleasure you better than them, show them I can fuck you better." I pull away from her neck, and with my other hand, I wrap it around her throat, enough to assert the dominance I have over her. The smirk on my lips widens as I see the lust in her eyes. "You're liking the idea, aren't you? You dirty princess."

"Sunghoon." She pleads, moving her hips with her core sliding on my knee as though to find relief. I can almost feel how soaked she is. "Please."

Music to my ears. I apply pressure to her neck again, having her gasp once more. I lean down to her face, and my lips teasingly graze against her panting ones. "Only a slut likes the idea of voyeurism." I speak harshly into her mouth. "You're my slut, aren't you, princess?"

I can feel her thighs attempting to clench. "Yes." She whimpers.

With my other free hand, I grab her chin, forcing her to open her mouth for me before I spit into her mouth. "Swallow." She does, moaning as she heeds my command. "Good fucking girl." I praise her softly. "Now, you're going to have to be quiet or else I'll stop, understood?"

Her sultry eyes flutter while the atmosphere feels hotter than usual. "Yes, sir."

I have been contemplating and staying quiet since Heeseung decided to make me accompany him to the race. My mind is occupied with a lot of things, but the idea of sharing Stella and the plan my father forced me to do consume my thoughts.

"Jay." Heeseung's hand presses on my shoulder firmly, pulling me back to reality. "I've been calling for you. You okay?"

I sigh, roughly ruffling my hair. "I don't even know, Heeseung."

Heeseung settles himself next to me with his arms crossed over his chest as we lean against my car. "Talk to me."

I bite my lip harshly. "Jake told us about the idea of sharing Stella, but I can't imagine if she ever finds out that─" I pause, hesitating. "Fuck. I didn't want things to happen, and I didn't even want to be a part of their schemes!"

"I get you." Heeseung says quietly, prompting me to look at him with wide eyes. "Yeah, I know about it. I guess your parents and mine are working together."

My heart clenches in guilt. "If I don't do what they ordered me to, then I'll have to face the consequences."

"That goes the same for me." He smiles sadly. "What a fucked-up world we live in."

"More like fucked-up parents." Sunoo's voice draws our attention, and we spot him and Ni-Ki approaching us, suited in their racing gear. "In fact, all of our parents are in this."

"I don't want to hurt Stella." Ni-Ki says, as the pain in his eyes is evident.

Heeseung leans away from my car. "We all don't."

Ni-Ki shoots Sunoo a scowl. "And now, Sunoo here thought it was a brilliant idea to inform his parents about Stella's secret."

"What secret?" I ask immediately.

The three exchange glances before Sunoo speaks up. "Stella is a racer as well. In fact, she is the mysterious racer Junho welcomed."

"There's no way." I scoff, denying. "Stella is not the type of person who looks like she races."

"Come on, Park." Heeseung sighs. "You're not that oblivious to the fact that the mysterious racer has the same hair shade as Stella."

I gulp down. "It could be a mere coincidence."

"Denying won't do you good." Sunoo tuts while his eyes seem to trail behind me. "If you really want to prove to us that the mysterious racer isn't Stella, I guess this is your chance."

I turn around to see what they're all looking at, and I spot the mysterious racer pulling up at her station. I don't know why I'm still in denial, even when I finally realise how her physique looks awfully similar to Stella's.

"Fine." I proceed to wear my helmet. "I'll just have to catch her in action."

Maybe Minhyuk and Jihyun were right all along about how I'm deviating from my focal point in my obligation as the heir. Just yesterday, my tutor came over, and she reprimanded me for how I've been giving poor performances, of which she would have to inform Minhyuk. I guess I'll be punished again once he comes back.

Even so, it'll be worth it. I should feel regret and reprove myself for changing so much in a matter of months ever since I willingly decided to be more than involved with the guys. But I don't, not even in the slightest.

I can't help it. They're akin to drugs, making me addictive and impossible to stay away from. They consume my thoughts, intoxicating my whole senses. I love being the centre of attention in their eyes, even more so because of their blatant affection for me.

Fuck, I'm spiralling deeper than I thought, and I don't know if there is even a way out of this. It feels as though I'm trapped, chained up, and hidden in a tower with the keys in their hands, away from the world, willing to let them do whatever they want.

I value my position as the heir, but even for a moment, I want to be traded and just become their girl, solely to serve them and do whatever they ask me to. It is as though my life purpose now is them.

My parents were right. I am too far gone and astray.

And so, I find myself in this position, with his hands on my body and his lips devouring me as though he has been starved, making out in the back seat of his car while he has me seated on his lap.

"I'm so fucking mad at you." Jay murmurs against my lips. "You could've told me that you were a racer as well. I'd do anything to keep your secret safe, baby."

Just fifteen minutes ago, Jay confronted me after he won the race against me. He taunted me and made me reveal my identity to him while the other guys watched from afar. Amid the anger, he was shocked as well when our eyes met. Before I knew it, he dragged me elsewhere, away from prying eyes, which led to us in his car. We were arguing heatedly, and the tension between us was about to snap.

I hum against his lips before pulling away. My hands are gently treading the back of his hair while his hands rub the sides of my waist, awakening the butterflies in my tummy. "Just as I said, I didn't want anyone to find out, but I should've known it wasn't easy." I shrug my shoulders.

Jay sighs, raising his hand to my cheek and holding it affectionately. "I won't let anyone outside of our inner circle discover who you are."

I place my hand on his, leaning into his palm. "Thank you, Jay."

A smile graces his handsome face before he leans in to give me a peck on the lips. "You're welcome. You know, you're amazing." He deepens his lips on mine, sighing. "You've never failed to blow my mind away by how amazing you are."

"Yeah?" I chuckle softly into the kiss. "What else?"

"Greedy for compliments, are we now?" He smirks, pulling away from the kiss. "You're just so fucking perfect, baby. If we weren't needed to head back, I'd bring you back to my place so we can meddle about, with me worshipping your body all night."

I hum lazily as I drape my hands around his neck. "If you're brave enough, do it."

His eyes darken. "Don't test me, baby. You know I would."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"My parents and Rena are currently in Miami. They'll be back in like three weeks." I remove my leather jacket as I am beginning to feel stuffy, to which Sunoo assists me. "My older sister, Yeji, has been here for about a week now, and I'm glad. I've missed her." I tell them, and a smile automatically tugs at my lips as I talk about Yeji.

Presently, we are seated in a circle on the asphalt ground. Their attention is fixated on me as they listen to my blabbering attentively. I tell them about my older siblings and my memorable moments with them. But the more I talk about my older brother, the more my heart aches, yearning for him.

"I'm sorry." I rub my nape sheepishly while my cheeks feel warm. "I've been rambling and didn't give you guys the chance to speak."

"Actually, we love to listen to you talk." Ni-Ki tells me, the assurance in his eyes puts me at ease.

"Yeah, you look happier when you talk about your loved ones." Heeseung points out, smiling at me faintly.

"What about your uncle?" Sunoo asks as he sits next to me diagonally. "Earlier, you mentioned something about you racing that made you feel as though you're closer to your uncle. He's a racer too?"

"Was." I say, smiling sadly. "He disappeared out of a blue, leaving no trace of him behind years ago. He treated me better than my parents ever did. In fact, I see him as more of a father than Minhyuk himself."

"And your older brother?" Jay raises his eyebrow. "We all know about your parents disowning the original heir. The media outlet spread the news fast."

I sigh, recalling. "My older sister and I are unable to track him too. But it's okay. I have a plan of my own that involves finding both my uncle and brother once I officially wield the power and authority."

I ignore them when they exchange wary glances at each other. "It's really fine, guys. I have meticulously planned out everything. It's just a matter of months."

"Can we help?" Sunoo asks. "We just want to take extra caution, especially concerning your safety. You can always lean on us for help."

"Sunoo's right." Ni-Ki nods his head. "Whatever you need, Stel, we're at your service."

Butterflies intensify in my tummy as I look at each of their faces, the determination and willingness written on them makes my heart swell with something. "I will."

"Are you guys ready for the Seoul Grand Prix next month?" Heeseung's question draws our attention. "We'll be competing against racers across SoKor."

"Fuck yeah." Sunoo smirks. "I'm more than ready."

Right, the Seoul Grand Prix. It happens every three years. It'll be my first time ever participating, and I can't help but feel anxious. Incidents may happen at a major event like that, given the fact that there may be others who are envious and have malicious intent to bring downfall to their opponents.

"I'm not that ready." I confess, releasing a shaky breath. "I still lack my skills."

"What? But you've already proven how amazing you are at racing." Ni-Ki counters.

"Riki's right." Jay says. "I'm sure you'll do great, as you always do."

"Well, we can't be too complacent." I rise from the ground and dust off my hands. With my hands on my waist, I look at them with a grin. "Let's all compete. Losers will have to forfeit."

Heeseung unfurls a smirk as he stands as well. "Music to our ears."

"You're going down, darling." Sunoo teases me.

"You're going down." I retort before yelping out when Riki slings an arm around me roughly, especially with his tall height that overpowers my figure. "Riki!"

As we make our way to our motorsport vehicles while engaging in banter and our laughter filling the cold air, my heart warms as I am surrounded by them. More importantly, I feel homed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The guys and I ended our ventures late last night, resulting in me to feel slightly lethargy as soon as I wake up. As I tie my hair into a messy bun, I make my way to Yeji's room, hoping that she doesn't have any plans for today. But I stop in my tracks when I spot her walking out of Minhyuk's office, probably snooping around given how she looks as though she doesn't want to be caught.

Feeling amused by my dearest older sister's antics, I lean sideways against the wall with my arms crossed. "You do realise that there is a CCTV camera inside his office?"

Yeji's body jolts up in surprise before she turns around with her hand on her chest. She shoots me a scowl. "You scared me, Stel. I thought you were one of the helpers."

I shake my head, chuckling lightly, as I approach her. "What were you even doing inside? You might get into deep trouble if Father ever decides to check the CCTV."

Yeji waves her hand dismissively at me. "What could he even do to me? I don't live under this roof, so technically, I don't have to abide by the rules here."

"Consider me jealous." I state plainly. "But seriously, what were you doing?"

Yeji bites her lips, looking as if she is a child getting caught for stealing candy. "I was bored and curious about what Minhyuk has in his office."

"Uhuh." I raise my eyebrow. "So, anything interesting?"

Yeji seems hesitant for some reason. "Actually, there is. Come."

Yeji grabs my hand before dragging me into Minhyuk's office. Without uttering a word, I allow her to drag me as she pleases until we stop at his desk. I watch her in silence as she squads down and pulls one of the drawers before she grabs a file with the wording 'confidential' stamped on it.

Yeji rises and puts down the file on the table in front of me. She flips it open for me. "Read it."

With a frown tugging at my lips and the confusion I feel, I examine the documents. My birth certificate is part of the documents too. As I carefully read through the others, my eyes widen as something catches my eye.

"A DNA test?" I speak out loud as I hold the paper.

"Not only is it a DNA test, but it's yours." Yeji says quietly, her finger pointing at a certain date. "That's your birth date, right? Then there's your name."

My face contorts into confusion. "But why would Father have this? Unless I'm adopted." My heart feels as though it has been stabbed by a knife at the thought of me not being blood related to my older siblings.

"I don't think so. It also states here that the DNA test was conducted when Mother was pregnant with you." Yeji places her hand firmly on my tensed shoulder. "It's okay, Stel. Even if you were adopted, you'd always be my baby sister. I'm sure Oppa would feel the same way too."

But Yeji's mere sentiment doesn't alleviate the confusion I feel. I begin to check the other documents, reading thoroughly while my heart feels uneasy. A sigh of frustration leaves my lips. "It doesn't add up! There must be some documents that are missing."

"You know what? Let's leave this and get out of here." Yeji attempts to snatch away the documents, but I stubbornly refuse, not until I find answers. "Stella."

"I need to know." I say, looking at her with desperation. "Please, Unnie."

Yeji's lips flatten. "Let's have lunch first, okay? We'll find the missing documents later."

I slouch my shoulders in defeat. "Fine."

"Plus, you have friends coming over, right?" Yeji asks, as if she is attempting to distract me, and it works. "I'd love to meet them."

The exhaust of our motorbikes' engines blares loudly as we speed on the road. A smirk pulls at my lips behind the visor of my helmet, loving the thrill of riding along with my best friends. Thankfully, there are not many vehicles on the road, allowing us to play around a little as we taunt each other with how fast we can go.

Soon, we have arrived as we enter through the gates, pulling over on the massive asphalt road that allows us to park our vehicles. I turn off the ignition and remove my helmet, adjusting my dishevelled hair while the background noise consists of my best friends engaging in silly banter.

"You're such a show-off, Park!" Sunoo tells Sunghoon with a scowl on his face.

"You tell him, Sunoo!" Jay barks out a laugh, with Jungwon joining him.

Sunghoon gives him a smug look in return. "Just say that you're jealous of my skills, Kim."

"Did you see my moves?" Ni-Ki asks us rather excitedly. "That's a new skill of mine."

"Yeah, but it's dangerous, Riks." Jake frowns. "You could've gotten into serious trouble if you weren't skilled enough."

I shake my head at them. Such children. My gaze settles on the unfamiliar mansion, which looks bigger than my parents' one.

"Let's get going." I announce sternly as I proceed to walk ahead first. "We're already late."

The guys comply, following suit. I still hear them exchanging words and insults, but I ignore them. I just can't wait to meet Stella again, even though we just saw each other last night.

Before I can press the bell, the door slowly opens and reveals an unfamiliar lady whose features are sharp yet elegant. This must be Stella's older sister. Hwang Yeji.

"Oh!" Yeji appears to be genuinely taken aback as she looks at us. "Stella's friends?"

"Yes." Jungwon answers for us, to which Yeji beams at him with a smile. I guess Jungwon and her know each other, considering that he's Stella's childhood best friend.

"Come on in!" She opens the door wide for us, offering us a kind smile that reminds me of Stella's. "Stella! Your friends are here!"

"What?!" Stella can be heard from the kitchen, and I can discern panic in her voice. "But I'm not done yet!"

Yeji sighs and shakes her head before offering us an apologetic smile. "She's in the kitchen, baking some goods for all of you. You may lounge in the living room first. I'll help her."

"It's fine. I'll help her." I tell her with a small smile, and I don't miss the way her eyes gleam with suspicion.

"Sure." Yeji proceeds to guide the guys to the living room, with Jungwon rambling away by her side.

I make my way to the kitchen, and when I arrive, I am greeted by the sight of cookies and cupcakes on platters. My breath catches in my throat as I look at her, who appears to be focused on frosting the last cupcake. God, she looks truly beautiful. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun with a few strands of hair covering her side frames, and she is wearing a white long-sleeved crop top with grey sweatpants hanging low on her perfect waistline.

"Yeji, I'm almost done─" As she looks up, her eyes meet mine, and they widen in surprise. "Heeseung."

I offer her a smile as I approach her. "Hey, sweetheart. I didn't know you could bake."

Her rosy cheeks tempt me to kiss them. "I'm sorry you had to witness this mess."

"A beautiful mess, at that." I smirk before I point at her lips. "You got a little something on your lips."

She touches her lips, confused. "Huh? Is it the frosting?"

I don't answer, and instead, I swiftly wrap my arm around her waist before leaning down to kiss her squarely on the lips.

"Heeseung!" She squeals into the kiss, but I smile instead, kissing her a little longer before pulling away.

I slowly lick my bottom lip, smirking at how flushed she looks. "Yummy."

"Stella! It isn't polite to keep your guests waiting!" Yeji's loud voice can be heard from the outside.

Stella looks at me apologetically. "Heeseung, can you─"

I plant a kiss on her crown. "Of course, I'll help."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Stella and I fooled around in the kitchen for a short while, with me giving her back hugs and pecking her irresistible rosy cheeks, before I helped her bring out the platters. Fortunately, the guys didn't seem to have any suspicions about us, but Yeji seemed to have a hunch, judging by the way her eyes narrowed at us, but she became distracted when the guys asked about Stella's childhood.

While the rest are busy listening to Yeji as she tells a tale about Stella's childhood with a teasing grin on her face, I spot Stella, who is seated on the single couch across from me with one leg over the other and her hands occupied with a cupcake.

Stella has been trying to prevent Yeji from telling all of us about her embarrassing moment, but she fails. And so, with her eyebrows furrowing, she proceeds to munch on the cupcake while her lips form into a frown.

I stifle a chuckle while a smirk threatens to form on my lips as my gaze on her never leaves. Right now, Stella looks like a chipmunk, aggressively munching away.

"Don't be mad, baby sis." Yeji teases her again as soon as she finishes. "They're your friends, and any friend of yours should know what you were like in your adolescent days."

Stella grabs a tissue on the table before wiping her mouth, and a scoff leaves her lips right after. "Right. You also forgot to mention how I wasn't allowed to be a normal child whenever mother and father were around." She chuckles dryly while bitterness is written across her features.

The air in the living room shifts uncomfortably with a certain frigidity. I exchange glances with my best friends, and as I look at Yeji, she appears guilty and saddened.

"Sorry." Stella sighs, relaxing her tensed shoulders. "I brought the mood down. My bad."

"I'm the one who should be sorry." Yeji tells Stella in a softer tone. "I got so over my head that I've forgotten you had a bad childhood because of our parents." Then, Yeji glances at us warily before looking back at Stella. "Do they know─"

"Yes." Stella interjects. "I trust them. Besides, I was with them the other night when father punished me. I even showed them my scars."

Yeji draws in a sharp breath as she closes her eyes, seeming to calm herself down after hearing Stella's last statement. "Stella, I'm this close to bringing you with me and living in New York."

"I told you that as much as I want to, I can't." Stella emphasises, her eyes turning crestfallen.

"Wait, you had thoughts about moving abroad?" Jungwon asks with a frown.

Stella bites her lips and looks down at her hands. "I had, but I can't due to my reasons." She looks up with a faint smile on her face. "Plus, how could I ever leave you all behind?"

The atmosphere in the air feels delicate and intimate at the same time, with her kind yet beautiful eyes on us and the way my heart flutters because of her. From my peripheral vision, I manage to catch Yeji looking at us with suspicion before she clears her throat loudly, enough to pull us back to reality.

"It looks like I'm going to be late for an important event." Yeji glances down at her wristwatch before she grabs her purse at the side and rises from her seat. She offers us a kind smile. "It's nice meeting you. I hope your friendship with Stella lasts a long time."

With a pout on Stella's kissable lips, she makes her way to Yeji before engulfing her in a hug. "I can't believe you're going out again." I can hear Stella whining even though she tries to keep it discreet, prompting me to chuckle at how adorable she can be.

Yeji pats her back before pulling away from the hug and placing her hands on Stella's shoulders. "At least you'll have your friends to keep you company." I catch a knowing glint in Yeji's eyes. "Plus, I'm also here for both family and business. Unfortunately for you, duty calls."

Not too long later, Yeji has already left, leaving Stella to entertain us as she returns to the living room.

"So," Stella stands in our line of sight with her hands clasped together, and an awkward smile graces her pink lips. "What do you guys want to do?"

"What do you have in mind?" Sunghoon asks, quirking an eyebrow at her, but my eyes narrow at his smirking lips. For as long as I know Sunghoon, I know for a fact that there is suggestiveness hinted in his question. Damn bastard.

Stella purses her lips as she appears to be in deep thought, bringing some chuckles from us at how adorable she looks. She snaps out of her thoughts and looks at us with a sly grin. "Something fun." She takes steps back slowly. "I'm sure all of you will love it. Be right back."

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The idea Stella had in mind wasn't what any of us expected.

"Why are we doing this again?" Sunghoon's voice is tinged with irritation, followed by a grumble. "This is meant for girls!"

"Because it's fun!" Stella exclaims, her eyes forming the shape of a crescent, with chuckles leaving her lips.

"Yeah, it's fun!" Sunoo chimes, earning him some glares from some of the guys.

It turns out, Stella brought down a mini-box full of manicures, including nail polishings. She decided that black polish would suit all of us. Unlike the rest of us, Sunoo and Ni-Ki voluntarily offered to polish our nails, as they had no issues with nail polishing.

Presently, Sunoo is attending to Jake, whereas Ni-Ki is attending to Jungwon. Stella has already polished Jay's nails, to which the latter doesn't seem too satisfied, nor does he complain much, unlike Sunghoon. On the other hand, I am waiting patiently for my turn.

"My nails." Sunghoon whimpers, staring down at his nails that are already polished in black, while Stella rolls her eyes at Sunghoon's dramatic ass, but nonetheless, she takes great pleasure in Sunghoon's reaction. "Princess, what have you done?"

"I made your nails prettier!" Stella chirps with a grin, earning her a scowl from Sunghoon. "Trust me, you'll love it!"

"Are these permanent?" Jake asks, the mortification written on his face brings laughter out of Stella. "Love, I don't want to be seen with my nails polished on campus tomorrow."

"What if I tell you they are?" Stella's whimsical remark elicits dramatic gasps from Jake, Jay, Jungwon, and Sunghoon. "I'm just joking. You may remove them only after you get home." Finally, she's done with Sunghoon's nails and rises from the ground before her eyes settle on mine.

I have been staying quiet, just observing the rest and being amused by the sight. I don't feel too keen on Stella's idea, but if that's what makes her happy, then the least I can do is not complain and allow her to do what she wants to my nails.

"You don't seem to complain." Stella tells me with a light chuckle as she settles herself to sit in front of me. She doesn't hesitate to grab my hand and place it on top of her thigh. "At least I won't have to hear you whine and grumble annoyingly, unlike Park Sunghoon and Sim Jaeyun."

"We heard that!" Both Sunghoon and Jaeyun exclaim simultaneously, but she merely ignores them.

"I'd let you do anything to me." I say softly as I watch her polish my first nail carefully yet expertly.

She pauses briefly and glances up to meet my eyes. Her rosy cheeks deepen their colour before she clears her throat and resumes polishing my nails. "So, where is Aera?" She asks. "She would've loved to join me polishing your nails."

"She wanted to follow, but her assignments are due tonight." I inform. "She has a habit of completing her assignments in the last few minutes."

Stella hums in acknowledgment as she proceeds to grab my other hand. "Your nails are already pretty, Hee." She compliments me, her soft tone is enough to melt my heart.

"Thank you, sweetheart." I chuckle lightly, and the next thing I know, she is done, allowing me to examine them. "You know, I think I look great in these nail polishes."

"You are." Stella agrees, though she appears to be flushed with the way her eyes seem to scan my countenance. "The black polish complements the way you look."

I know what she meant. The black nail polish matches with my outfit which consist of black pants and tee with black leather jacket completing the whole look.

This time, my smile transitions into a smirk as I lean a little closer to her. "Yeah? Do I look like your pretty boy now?"

Stella takes me by surprise when she boops my nose with a chuckle. "Yes, you are."

"Stella! I need your help!" Sunoo's intervention causes me to sigh as Stella leaves me.

"You look good with them, bro." Jay compliments me, making me feel taken aback.

"I look ridiculous." Sunghoon remarks loudly, as if he wants Stella to hear who is busily polishing Sunoo's nails.

"Yeah, you do!" Jake grins boyishly at a scowling Sunghoon. "Hey! At least you look ridiculous with me!"

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"You guys look so pretty with your nails." Stella coos, a simper smile graces her lips as she looks pleased with our overall look. "See? I told you that you would look good, but you doubted me."

Some of the guys are getting ready to head back while the others will be going for a night ride. They even invited Stella to join them, but Stella wasn't in the mood to go for a ride. In fact, throughout the day we spent time together, she looked slightly distraught but masked it with her smiles and laughters. Or maybe I'm just imagining things.

"I've never once doubted you." Ni-Ki brings Stella into a side hug, blatantly displaying his affection for her when he kisses her crown.

"Same." Sunoo chuckles. "We're your pretty boys, right, darling?" Stella blushes and looks away from Sunoo, but she seems to agree as she doesn't give a reply.

"They're starting to grow on me." Jay says as he examines his nails

"I can't wait to remove them." Sunghoon gives Stella a delightful grin, to which the latter rolls her eyes. "Keep rolling your eyes and you'll lose them one day, princess."

"We better get going." Jungwon announces before he turns to look at Stella with a soft gaze. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bubs." He embraces Stella, hugging her for a little longer.

With each of the guys waiting for their turns to bid goodbyes, I stand just a few metres from them as I lean sideways against the wall with my arms crossed, silently watching them. Some of the guys don't hesitate to give her kisses on her forehead and crown.

I scoff lightly. It is as if they aren't going to see Stella for long when they'll be seeing her tomorrow again with how clingy and desperate they seem, unable to let her go. Soon, they step out of the mansion, leaving Stella and I alone.

"Heeseung, you're still here." Her face contorts into confusion as she walks towards me. "Why are you not joining them?"

"I want to keep you company for awhile." I raise my eyebrow at her. "Do you not enjoy my company?"

"I do." She answers quickly. "Actually, thanks. I do need some company." She sighs, placing her hand at her forehead. "I can't stop thinking about something. I've actually been distraught, but I didn't want to show it to all of you and spoil the mood."

"I know." I lean away from the wall. "I noticed how you looked a little out of it. Care to tell me what is troubling my girl?"

Stella looks at me, seeming to be contemplating. "Not here. Let's go to my room." She grabs my hand without a second thought and proceeds to drag me with her.

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Her room is just what I expected. It matches her aesthetic. The size of her room is equivalent to a living room. The queen-sized bed is pushed up against the wall, facing the window. Bookshelves painted black with stacks of books and other decorative items. Just beside her nightstand, there is a mini-fridge and a walk-in closet room. The ajar door of her bathroom allows me to catch a glimpse of a bathtub.

Still holding my hand, she brings me to the centre of the room, where there is a mini couch that fits two people and a small coffee table. On the table, I spot a brown file with the word 'confidential' stamped.

As I take a seat, I watch with a frown as she paces back and forth with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

Stella lets out a sigh as she stops pacing. "Earlier, Yeji and I went into our father's office. Yeji told me she found something that was rather unsettling and that it concerns me." She grabs the file and hands it to me, which I grab and proceed to flip open.

My frown deepens as I examine the documents. What makes me even curiouser is a document that states a DNA test result. I look up at her. "Is this all yours?"

"Yes. But the thing is, there must be other missing documents because it doesn't add up!" Stella's frustration is apparent as she sits on her bed, facing me. "At first, I thought I was adopted, but my mother was pregnant with me when she had the DNA tested."

I close the file and put it back down before I slowly approach her. "And?"

Stella's eyes turn crestfallen. "And I don't know, but mostly I'm afraid of the possibility that there is an ugly truth behind my birth."

I sit next to her, and my heart aches at how she looks dejected. I don't hesitate to grab her hand, holding it close to my chest while my action prompts her to look at me. "Whatever it is, I'll be there with you every step of the way." I place a kiss on her knuckles, a gesture I often find myself doing to her. My eyes soften. "Thank you for trusting me enough to let me know your troubles and concerns."

Stella's eyes soften as well before she goes in for a hug, and I gladly welcome her. Soon, we find ourselves settling comfortably on her bed with my back resting against the headboard and my arm around her body, while Stella has her arm wrapped around me with her head resting on my chest. We bask in the silence, and I swear I can hear the sound of my heart beating.

I allow her to play with my fingers, twiddling them mindlessly on my chest. "You really look good with black nails, Hee." She breaks the silence, murmuring.

"That's because the pretty lady herself polished them." I say softly, unable to resist myself from giving her forehead a kiss, prompting her to look up at me.

She stops twiddling with my fingers. Her eyes flicker at my lips. "Kiss me?"

I gladly do so, dipping my head down to kiss her softly with one hand cradling her face. This kiss feels different compared to our last one. This feels delicate and sweet, tingling with yearning.

We pull away, stopping for a few inches as we flutter our eyes open. She cracks into a grin while the softness of her gaze persists. "You're pretty, Hee."

"I'd rather be called handsome, but if my sweetheart insists that I'm pretty, who am I to deny?" I drawl lazily, smirking at her flushed reaction. Before I know it, our lips reconnect.

I don't know how long we spend kissing each other lazily, cuddling on her bed, and even talking about random stuff in a soft tone, with her occasionally twiddling either my fingers or my necklace, but long enough to hear Yeji's voice and footsteps approaching from the outside.

"Stella! Are you asleep?"

Stella pauses from twiddling my necklace before she looks up at me with wide eyes, but I remain collected and shake my head at her.

"No?" Stella answers Yeji unsurely. "Don't come inside!"

There is a protracted silence before Yeji speaks again. "Just don't stay up too late."

"I should head back." I say after Yeji walks away with her footsteps sounding faint. But I still have her in my arms, unable to let her go. "But I don't have the heart to leave you."

"Then don't." She snuggles into my chest before resting her head in the nook of my neck. "Stay here with me."

I chuckle breathily as I fully wrap my arms around her figure and rest my chin on her head. "As you wish, sweetheart."

Moments like this, I wish they would last. I wish for a lot of things, including living a peaceful life with Stella in it.

As I hold her close to me, I flutter my eyes closed, pained at the prospect of her learning the truth about some of us.

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