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chateautae · 4 years ago

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maybe i do | kth. V

➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳ part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 17k

➵ warnings : swearing, A N G S T, descriptions of stress, insinuations of cheating, heavy making out, sexual content (finally LMAO), marking, breast play, fingering, lots of dirty talk, teasing, mentions of tae’s massive c0ck cause wbk, oral (f. receiving), praising, light name kink, some cute domesticity i honestly cried writing

➵ a/n: thank you to my beta-reader @hantaev, my precious english student who really helped with my mistakes 🥺 i apologize in advance for the rollercoaster ride that is this chapter, but i hope you’re still enjoying these two idiots navigating their feelings 🥰, as always, feedback is appreciated my loves!

chapter five : “would it be alright, if i pulled you closer?”

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Taehyung ♡ : Y/N

Taehyung ♡ : Y/N answer me

Taehyung ♡ : jagiya

Taehyung ♡ : baby

Taehyung ♡ : princess, answer me

Taehyung ♡ : if you don’t answer me right now i’ll call you my princess

You : Taehyung what the FUCK

You : you just dropped me off at work, what do you want??

Taehyung ♡ : how hard was it this morning to cover up my hickeys ;)

You : ... Mr. Kim, i advise you start driving before i come back out and kick you

Taehyung ♡ : why is my princess so violent?? jheez

You : TAE-this can’t be the only reason you texted, what do you acc want

Taehyung ♡ : just seeing if you remember lunch today

You : why are you so annoying? of course I remember -_-

Taehyung ♡ : just checking

Taehyung ♡ : i also wanted to say good work with the going on dates idea, media’s covered everything and we look really convincing :)

You : well isn’t that lovely

Taehyung ♡ : okay i’m driving now, bye

You : TAEHYUNG WHAT THE HELL

Taehyung could only stifle an evil snicker as he turned his phone screen off, amused more than he should’ve been. He kicked his car into ignition, speeding off to endure another day at work until you’d arrive at noon, gracing the taxing place with your pretty face.

And it put him in a good mood, fuck, a great mood. It was funny actually, Taehyung’s older secretary in her wise 50′s had pointed out slight changes in him seemingly because of his ‘Mrs. Kim.’

He was strangely more approachable, and his eyes didn’t always set into the hard stare he usually assumed. Instead of only flashing a tight-lipped smile to whomever he passed, Taehyung’s smile was slowly beginning to crease his eyes, and the hushed whispers of workers at his company claimed he was more forgiving these days.

Taehyung attempted to deny it all, though his good-natured secretary Mrs. Lee would never let him hear the end of it.

“It’s that wife of yours, isn’t it Mr. Kim?” His secretary smiled sheepishly as she stood before his desk, eyeing him knowingly.

“Mrs. Lee, I am not different at all, I’m just.. in a good mood these days.”

“And it’s because of your lovely wife, isn’t it?”

Taehyung teetered on rejecting her once again, though ended up realizing she was essentially right. He didn’t want to outwardly admit it, but spending time with you has oddly been loosening him up, and he didn’t feel so listless these days.

His expression simmered into a small smile. “I think you’ve got a schedule to read out, right, Mrs. Lee?” His eyes playfully scrutinized her, and Mrs. Lee could only chuckle along with him as she turned her attention to her notes.

“You have a meeting at 10 for the progression on your deal with Steeles’ Ltd. The Busan headquarters will also be sending their month-end report regarding construction on the newest building. The distribution team should be getting the status of your latest chips sent to Japan today. The paper work will be prepared thereafter, and your afternoon has been booked for meetings with Mr. Yang and Mr. Jeong.”

“Alright, thank you, Mrs. Lee.”

His secretary vacated his office and Taehyung blew a raspberry, reclining back in his chair as he contemplated his busy day. He decided to get a crack on the current paperwork crowding his desk, believing his day was going to be just like any other, flooded with work he’d be able to push through.

However, as Taehyung’s day gradually progressed, it did not go as planned.

“Mrs. Lee, why was I delivered coffee?” Taehyung inquired through the extension of his phone, her desk on the other end.

“What? But you drink tea, Mr. Kim.”

“Exactly, so why is there a cup of coffee sitting on my desk?”

“Ah, I’m so sorry Mr. Kim, it may have been an accident of one of the secretaries in-training.”

Taehyung could only take a heavy sigh. The wretched liquid has always tasted like poison to him, and he’d always made his preference of tea very explicitly clear, so he couldn’t understand how someone made such an error, especially a preferential one.

Nonetheless, he chose to forgive it and had the coffee returned, instead moving on to prepare for his upcoming meeting at 10.

Though unfortunately, it proved to be another tick in his good day.

“Han Co. offered a better deal?”

“Yes, sir. And I believe we’re looking at quite an exorbitant deal. Steeles’ Ltd. is currently predicted to accept theirs over ours. We’re in dire need of hiking up the price.”

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, puffing out frustrated air as he rested in his seat overlooking the grand meeting hall of executives.

“Alright, we’ll draft something new.” Taehyung concluded sharply before adjourning the meeting, loosening his suit out of feeling like he was being constricted. He couldn’t help but become pissed at the mention of Han Co., returning to his office vexed.

Fucking Hisung, jackass just had to one-up me.

Taehyung had initiated his remedy for the deal, working on conjuring a new one alongside some of his team members. It’d been advancing smoothly until his reports from the Busan headquarters reached him, another hiccup he didn’t expect.

“7 months? The construction is delayed by 7 months?!”

“We believe so, Mr. Kim. Unfortunately the weather has been volatile, and significant property damage has been sustained.”

Now Taehyung was utterly irritated, why did it seem like everything was against him today? He almost let out his anger on the man on the other end until he breathed, suddenly remembering the simple technique you’d once encouraged him to use.

He decided to internalize his frustration since it wasn’t necessarily anyone’s fault, and was gladly already hitting the 11:30 mark of his day.

The thought of you peculiarly popped into his head.

You’ll have lunch with him, he told himself. You’ll arrive at noon and everything will be okay.

Taehyung acquiesced and simmered down. “Okay.. let’s monitor the weather and move accordingly.”

Cutting the call, he believed he could catch a brief interval to relax before he saw you. You’d already seen him angry once, and Taehyung despised how easily he divulged such a vulnerable part of himself to you, not to mention it may have scared you.

The last thing he wanted was his wife seeing him in a stressful state, the emotion regarded as a weak point Taehyung didn’t want others to see, because he’s seemingly never stressed to anyone. He’s a competent, powerful CEO that can’t be hindered by such a thing, and knows how to handle it on his own.

He stuck to those exact principles as the minutes ticked by, ultimately cooling down until Taehyung received another phone call that would ravage his mood.

“You’re telling me all 800,000 chips sustained an error from the manufacturers? Tell me this is a joke.”

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Kim. They’ve informed us after a test run they weren’t functioning as they should have. Trouble-shooting indicated it was an issue with the chips’ hardware, nothing internal.”

“Who in God’s name.. allowed 800,000 faulty chips to be cleared for Japan?! Where are the final evaluation reports for this batch? What the hell went wrong?”

“We’re um.. working on it, sir. The department’s been in shambles since the news.”

“No fucking kidding. We’ll have to launch an entire investigation on the manufacturing unit that produced them!”

“We are deeply sorry, Mr. Kim. We will do better next time. We’ll have them send the batch back for further investigation.”

“Good, I need something going right around here.” And Taehyung cut the call without a second to spare. He had clearly jinxed this day, because quite literally everything had gone terribly wrong.

He would have to spend days cleaning up these tedious messes, pushing his other tasks back drastically and dedicating mammoths of his time towards work now.

Taehyung plopped down onto his office chair dispiritedly, leaning over to hold his head in his hands against his desk. A headache was starting to pound in the back of his mind, he felt utterly drained of what he was now drowning in and an incessant ache he oddly developed in his shoulder today has refused to leave him alone.

He’d taken every frustrating phone call he could’ve, scolded and yelled at whoever he needed to. Decisions were piling up, he was expected to make smart moves quickly and the paperwork involved was already as large as a tidal wave, sending him into a spiraling mess of stress.

And just when Taehyung believed he’d receive some sort of reprieve when he finally saw you, his sanity was further tested by the visit of someone he never saw coming.

Someone that wasn’t you.

“Mr. Kim, You’d better be alert, Ms. Aera made an unexpected visit and she’s-” Mrs. Lee’s voice through the phone was interrupted with the loud opening of his door.

Right then and there, the woman came busting into his office, completely unbothered and unaware of how arbitrary her actions were.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in disbelief, scolding her upon entry. “Aera, what are you doing here?”

“Taehyungie! It’s been so long.” The woman cheered, face lighting up at the sight of Taehyung while he did the exact opposite, distraught behind his desk.

“What do you want?” His eyebrows knitted disapprovingly.

“Taehyungie, look-”

“Don’t call me that.” Taehyung grimaced as he held a hand up to stop her. “I never authorized your visit, leave my office.”

“But I just have something to say, please?” She acted innocent to win him over.

“I’m not interested.”

“Please? It’s nothing bad, Taehyung.” The woman whined, loosely clutching a Michael Kors purse in her hand as she purposefully pouted.

Taehyung could only sigh heavily thinking about this, massaging his tired eyes. He’d surely want this woman escorted out because he doesn’t have the capacity to deal with her, though it would only cause a scene knowing she’s the persistent, screaming and kicking type. He figured for an easier outcome, he could simply allow her to say her piece and she’d leave him alone

And the quicker he let her, the faster he could get rid of her.

He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, expression fed up as he addressed her blankly. “Make what you’re saying quick, I’ll only let you talk for that sole purpose.”

The woman’s face couldn’t have been happier, excited with a hint of shyness as she spoke to him. Taehyung hadn’t been looking at her at all, and could only become appalled when he heard her question.

“I was just wondering, could we spend another night together, Taehyung? Just one last time?”

His eyebrows quirked in disbelief, replying curtly. “I’m married. I’m not affiliated with you anymore.”

“Married? Oh c’mon, Taehyung. You expect me to believe you’re now suddenly faithful to her when we were still sleeping together before your engagement? That makes no sense.” She argued venomously, eyebrows of her own incredulous.

“She’s my wife, the answer is no.” Taehyung tried to keep his rage at bay, subduing the blood boiling under his skin after a tiresome day.

The woman had the audacity to scoff. “She’s just some less-than heiress that has you seduced, Taehyung. Does she really mean that much to you?”

Taehyung’s indignation now sky-rocketed, expression piercing. “Talk about my wife like that again and you’re being dragged out of my office.”

“And you didn’t answer my question, so it seems my offer still stands.” The woman’s face twisted into something proud, something that was tugging at every last nerve Taehyung had left for today and he wasn’t having it.

“Get out of my office.”

“But Tae-”

“I said get out. I’m expecting someone for lunch. “

“Awh, is it your wife? Can I meet her? Or have you not told her about all your little escapades before her?” The woman pulled at his leg, pettiness evident in her tone and it was cutting at Taehyung’s last strand of sanity.

His jaw could only lock with controlled rage as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t ever go near my wife, and leave while I’m being nice.”

The woman didn’t budge, only instead spoke nostalgically as she sauntered over to Taehyung.

“But wasn’t I once your priority? The one you took to bed? The one you called when you were stressed? You seem stressed right now, baby, let me blow off some steam for you.” The woman’s manicured hands found purchase on Taehyung’s arms, just beginning to slide up teasingly.

Taehyung was seconds from deflecting her cold touch, utter rejection written on him until his office door suddenly clicked open.

“He’s taking quite long, don’t you think, Mrs. Lee?” You perked up from your seat outside Taehyung’s office, waiting for him to allow you inside. It was your first time visiting him, and you remained antsy fixing yourself to fit into the high-end look of his company.

You were also buzzing because you’d received the best news ever concerning a gracious deal at work, and you were eager to spill every happy little detail to Taehyung.

“I’m not so sure, Mrs. Kim. He’s had quite the day, he should.. be welcoming you soon.” Mrs. Lee speculated with a slight stutter, confusing you until you sighed, thinking you’ve waited long enough.

He was cutting into your lunch time already, and if he was too busy to attend he would’ve informed you with a simple text, just like he had about the success of your date.

You hated to admit this, but that text minutely bothered you while reading it, automatically correlating anything Taehyung did last night with a show meant for the cameras. It was like a slap to the face considering nothing he did was genuine, though then again, that’s always been the point, everything’s supposed to be for public image, right?

Then why did it hurt when he sent that text?

You discarded the thought thinking you’ve been delayed enough, propping off your chair to turn the handle of his large office doors, Taehyung’s secretary suddenly exclaiming almost frantically.

“Oh no, Mrs. Kim, we-we need Mr. Kim to confirm whether he’s ready to accept a visitor or not.”

You waved her off with a small chuckle. “Oh please, I’m his wife, Mrs. Lee. I’m his most important visitor.” You remarked light-heartedly, scrunching your nose at her as you turned the handle.

Your face was painted with a smile to greet Taehyung, setting foot inside his office only to be met by the last scene you’d thought you’d see.

You caught sight of a quite provocatively, though expensively dressed woman with her ring-slated hands on your husband, her action only distracted by your entrance and lips curved into a scheming smile that made your stomach churn.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in extreme shock, quickly ridding himself of the woman’s touch as he addressed you alarmed. “Y/N-”

“I was thinking you were caught up with something.” Your empty voice cut him off, expression beyond blank. An invisible knife was oddly twisting into your heart and it felt suffocating, clutching onto the strap of your side bag, trying to conceal the thickness of your voice as you looked on. “And I guess you are.. I’ll leave.”

“Y/N, wait, don’t go.” Taehyung called out urgently, desperation in his tone.

“I think I really should.”

“Jagiya, please stay. She was just leaving, I have no business with her.” Taehyung’s voice was more firm, trying to persuade you but you weren’t buying it, especially with him daring to call you a pet name right now.

You nearly clutched the door more ajar until you suddenly heard the unknown woman’s voice perk up, clearly amused by the shit show she created.

“Jagiya? Oh, so you’re the wife? Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” She beamed, but you could only remain frozen in your spot angered, knowing exactly the type she was.

“Aera, leave my office-”

“You call her Jagiya, isn’t that just adorable? I wonder how many times it took sleeping with you to gain that privilege-”

“Leave.” Taehyung’s voice resonated angrily in his office, his frightening stare flaring, though the woman only went on.

“Ouu, there’s that temper I love oh so much.” The woman feigned adoration with a hand over her heart, then glancing towards you as she spoke.

“He’s hot when he’s mad, isn’t he? Though I guess a whore like you would probably know.”

“Aera-”

“Or maybe you really are some runaway heiress he picked up off the streets and would never take to bed. Let me tell you, sweetie, there’s nothing like when he gets dominant and fucks you in all the right places-”

The sound of Taehyung rapidly rising from his seat and desk clattering filled the room, his voice irate with a locked jaw. “Leave, and I will not fucking ask you again.”

Taehyung’s deep voice held an unwavering sense of authority as his eyes filled with rage, instantly making the woman standoff. It nearly rattled you if you weren’t battling a wave of hurt in your chest right now.

The woman could only flash a condescending smile, addressing you both. “I’ll leave you two at it then, yeah?”

She then made her way towards you near the door, eyeing your figure scornfully with every step until she eventually sent you a wink passing by. Her shoulder bumped yours, in a purposeful manner that left you clutching your fists at your sides once she slipped out the door.

You can’t clock a bitch at your own husband’s company, Y/N, you can’t.

There was a thick silence that loomed over the office, you trying to compose yourself as Taehyung used every ounce of his strength to ignore what he just saw, attempting to simmer down.

He suddenly broke the silence, clearing his throat as he refused to meet your eyes. “We should get going, I have reservations-“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Taehyung flashed his confused eyes to you, expression insulted. “Excuse me?”

“Who the fuck was that?” Your voice was flaring, nearly shouting.

“I’m not in the mood to talk about her.” Taehyung dismissed, reaching to grasp his coat. “Like I said, we should get going.”

“I am not going anywhere with you.”

“Pardon?”

“You think after seeing a woman on you we’re going to just go on our fucking lunch date? Why don’t you bring her along and have her blow you under the table for fuck’s sake?” You questioned with sheer vexation.

“Look, I’ve had a fucking long day, and I am not getting into this. I would like to at least have my marriage be the last of my worries right now.” Taehyung’s voice was entirely snippy and full of attitude, pissing you off by tenfold.

“Maybe you should’ve fucking thought about that before you decided to have a woman on you, you asshole. You wanna talk about reputation and our public image but you’re seeking the touch of other women?”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s voice grew indignant, scolding you from across the room. “I didn’t do anything with her, she barged into my office unannounced. Don’t make this something it’s not.”

“What it is, is someone needlessly insulting me because of you. Are you not the same man who promised me I had you? Or was that for show too like our fucking date yesterday?” You found that same hurt leaking into your words, tone vastly irritated.

Taehyung winced hearing you, half at the insult that was thrown your way but that you somehow believed such a sincere promise of his was disingenuous.

I meant that, he thought. That wasn’t for show.

“Look, I’m sorry she said that. You didn’t deserve that at all, okay? I’ll have a restraining order filed, and you’ll be safe.” Taehyung offered, though you grew even more irate.

“Fuck a restraining order, Taehyung, explain yourself!” You shouted. “Why am I having women tell me I’m just another bitch you slept with multiple times until you eventually put a ring on my finger? Or that I’m some pitiful heiress that has you seduced?”

“Is that what those women said to you at the gala?” Taehyung questioned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it was irrelevant until this! Tell me right now, what the fuck is your past with women? You said nothing was ever serious and yet I have a woman calling me a whore because of you?” You just about spat, hands gesturing profusely to express your anger.

“It’s not complicated. I’ve spent time with some women, and some of them like to come back.”

“Ah, I got it now. So I’m one of your escapades you liked enough to marry, right? Makes perfect fucking sense, why don’t I start parading around how you fuck in the bedroom too and rub it in everyone’s faces? Would totally make us convincing as a married couple.” You sarcastically chirped, causing Taehyung to sigh out frustrated from behind his desk.

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. Like I said, let’s not dwell on this, the last thing I need today is my marriage going wrong too.” Taehyung was losing his energy for an argument, searching instead for a way to resolve this, though you seemed eons away from the notion.

“Well maybe it fucking should, I’m just charity to you anyways, aren’t I?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows knitted in irritation, completely shocked by your audacity. “What did you just say?”

“It’s alright, Taehyung, I get it. Our deal never said anything against seeing other people, and I may not be cutting it for you, right? I’m just the runaway heiress you were forced to choose, so obviously you wouldn’t put me to bed and seek other women instead.” You suggested sardonically, though it only hiked up Taehyung’s temper by tenfold.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you dare accuse me of shit like that after I told you nothing happened.”

“Oh, but I think I should, and especially after what I just saw. We haven’t even fucked yet, right? So go ahead, talk your talk about reputation and our couple image but fuck other women. So long as you keep it quiet, right?” Venom was laced in your every word, and you didn’t even know why these words were coming out of your mouth anymore, but they seemed befitting of your storming emotions, your racing heart.

“Y/N, like I said, do not make this something it isn’t because I am not having it today. I’m putting my jacket on and we’re going to lunch, end of discussion.” Taehyung was now on his last nerve, containing his anger as he rebuked you.

He neared his jacket once again until you spat another comeback. “I think you should go alone, sailor, or maybe chase after your little conquest again. She’ll probably be much better company, maybe give you a nice hand job so you can cool the fuck down.”

“You need to cool the fuck down,” Taehyung stressed. “I’ve already had enough of everything today, don’t make me add you to that list.”

You were quick to quip back. “Oh don’t worry, I’m just your charity wife who can’t satisfy your needs anyway, so maybe I should be on that list.”

“For fuck’s sake you’re not a charity-!“

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.” You swore, folded arms coiling tighter as you grew more frustrated, utterly done with seeing his face. “I can’t believe I was going to tell you something important too.”

Taehyung became confused, gauging your confession.

You laughed humourlessly to yourself, watery eyes glistening under the lights of his office. “I was going to tell you I finally landed a deal where I’d get one of my buildings in the Seoul skyline, tell you it’s been my dream ever since my father first did it.” You bit back your turbulent emotions, eyes tearing up. “I was going to tell you everything, tell you how happy it made me..”

“Y/N..”

“Don’t ever speak to me again, you asshole.” Your voice broke in the slightest, the words you threw at each other paired with the situation now catching up to you. A tear nearly slipped down your cheek as you made for the door, turning away around until Taehyung protested, voice oddly soft.

“Y/N, wait.”

“I’m not waiting for anything.”

“Just fucking wait! We can’t make it seem like we had a fight, okay? Jagi-Y/N, just stay and listen to me.“ Taehyung corrected, holding his hands out to halt your movements, though you didn’t care.

“Oh fucking please! I don’t want to hear anything. You want our marriage to look real, then maybe a little fight or two between husband and wife should look convincing enough, don’t you think?” You shouted through tears brimming your distraught eyes, standing just before his door.

“Y/N, please,” Taehyung begged, too completely drained and concerned for you to be angry now, rather desperate. “I just, I can’t have this today. Not you too.”

You could only scoff disdainfully. “But I’m just another woman you either screwed multiple times into marriage, or a pathetic runaway that does nothing for you.” You breathed shakily. “So what’s the difference if it’s me?”

There was an incredibly miserable silence that haunted you both, in each other’s presence though unable to see each other, understand each other. Taehyung could only stand in silence, wanting to reach out to you without a way how, and only left to hear your last words as you grasped the handle.

“There’s no lunch today, Taehyung, goodbye.”

And you left his office with a hard slam of his door.

You’d spent the entire day agonizing, trying to quell the pain you felt in your heart without any reason of understanding why it hurt so much.

It’s what made you emotionally unavailable for the remainder of your day, eventually trudging back home after work had concluded.

You climbed the stairs straight to your unfortunately shared bedroom, head consistently swarming with your fight as you brushed Mrs. Seo off about food.

This was the first time you two have genuinely fought, every other time having been a simple joke or quarrel, and it was bothering you so profusely you couldn’t think of anything else.

To think you could both argue so severely, it made you question what the remedy even looked like, how you would even reach some sort of resolution. At first, it always seemed as though Taehyung and yourself were more similar than you thought, could oddly comprehend each other on levels uncharted by other people, and against all, atypical odds, you two actually complemented each other well.

But now? It left your future even more unknown to you.

It made you realize sometimes Taehyung and yourself just can’t see eye-to-eye, that sometimes your similar personalities can clash, your different values can collide, and it simply left you frightened of what this spelled for you two.

Is this what spending a lifetime with Taehyung would look like? Would you two always argue this terribly over pressing matters? Would you two always be so bull-headed and not understand the other’s point of view? Throw such awful words at each other that hurt the other?

The incessant thoughts made you plop onto your covers deflated, sighing at the ceiling above, unable to understand why tears constantly threatened to spill from your eyes, and eventually did so.

You shouldn’t even be angry in the first place, Taehyung has every right in the world to seek the comfort and touch of other women, it’s not like your marriage was real anyway, and it was true you haven’t been delivering in the category of satisfying a man’s needs. Even if you boldly made out with him just yesterday, who’s to say that’s enough for him?

Who’s to say you’re enough for him?

What also seeped into the crevices of your storming mind was the thought that he preached this God-like, impenetrable idea of reputation and public image, yet could so easily put it on the line by having a woman in his office. Even if he claimed to have been doing nothing, what would people say if word got out a woman visited his office, even worse a woman he used to fuck, and then attended lunch with his wife like normal?

It could’ve been detrimental to his name.

That aside, it fucking pissed you off to see another woman near seconds from getting on her knees for your husband.

And it pissed you off even more you were always being referred to as some whore that finally snatched Taehyung up, because it was completely unfair, so utterly untrue and left you bitter to the touch thinking if only they knew.

If only they knew how hard you battled the universe on your wedding day, how hard it was to throw your life away and work towards building your own name, only to have it all come crashing down because of this marriage.

To still be hearing the insults as a runaway-heiress, that you were some poor soul Taehyung pitied and took under his wing but won’t fuck, so he gets into other women’s beds for satisfaction.

If only they knew how undeserving you already felt, how this marriage and your lifestyle has you drained from nearly every aspect of your life. Having your mother tell you you’re lucky Taehyung even put a ring around your worthless finger, that your marriage now keeps your brother Yoongi you miss so terribly even further away from Korea the more you don’t participate in your father’s company. That you’re nothing but an ungrateful stubborn brat to your father outside of this matrimony, and an even bigger one with Taehyung.

If only they fucking knew, how hard this all was. How marrying a Kim means your farce needs to be perfect all the time, that you’ll be judged, ridiculed and belittled for your every move. That your husband is only nice to you because he needs to be, because he was forced to choose you.

It was all too much, just so fucking much you needed a moment to simply cry. To relieve the stress, the insults, the constant feeling of unworthiness that overwhelmed your emotions.

So you cried, cried until you became devoid of emotion and eventually drifted off into a slumber, your raging thoughts disappearing along with your consciousness.

“Sir, you’d like to be driven home today?” His chauffer asked from behind the wheel as Taehyung climbed into the back of his Merc, cold air shut out once he closed the door.

“Yes, I’m not in the right mind to drive.” Taehyung finalized as he clicked on his seatbelt, signaling to the driver he wasn’t in the mood to talk, and so he ignited the engine instead of pressing further.

Taehyung sighed out once the car began moving, watching the world pass him by emptily as he folded his arms, defeated. Taehyung’s entire figure was downcast, mind floating around aimlessly as he constantly recalled the argument throughout the day.

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten so pissed and raised his voice, it was only because he’d had a terrible day, and you just caught him at the wrong time.

Your accusations did sincerely hurt him, though, because he was insulted you could think so lowly of him, that if only you knew how adamantly he rejected the woman before you came in.

If only you knew how utterly wrong everything you claimed was, that you were different to him, and always have been.

Taehyung exhaled tiredly once again, settling on a new motive for today considering you must already be home.

“Mr. Kang, could you take a right from here?”

“But sir, that’s not the way-”

“I know, we’re making a stop before I go home.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your door clicking open, without knowledge of the time as you registered the luminous moonlight from outside the balcony doors bleeding in, a scattered reflection filling the room’s darkness.

You stirred in your bed, a little annoyed having your much needed sleep disturbed, and you grumbled with a fatigued voice.

“Mrs. Seo, I told you I’d come downstairs if I was hungry-”

“I’m not Mrs. Seo.”

Your eyes cracked all the way open, lightyears away from sleep now hearing Taehyung’s low voice reverberate in your shared bedroom. You didn’t know why he was here, convinced he would’ve spent the rest of today elsewhere or locked up in his study. You decided to ignore him instead, your back faced towards him as you remained in a laid position.

You heard him shut the door behind himself, the soles of his shoes contacting the floor as you heard the odd rustling of something in his hand.

He seemed to have made his way over to the bed, placing something of possibly paper down as the telling sound of him shredding off his suit jacket met your ears. You could make out more rustling as he seemed to have grasped the other item again, nestling it onto his empty side of the bed and sitting down on the edge himself.

It was unmistakable the scent that caught your nose, the familiar smell bringing your mind temporary peace.

Peonies.

The bed had dipped under his weight, causing you to curl yourself up knowing he was there, the tension thick. There was silence, the sound of nothing filling your room until he eventually spoke.

“Did I wake you?”

“Yes.”

He fiddled with his fingers for a bit. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t speak to me.”

You heard him exhale tiredly, addressing you again. “Y/N..”

“Didn’t I just tell you not to talk to me?”

Taehyung placed his elbow on his knees as he clasped his hands over his lips, answering you. “I know, but I want to talk to you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Just hear me out, please. Just this once. It’s all I ask.” Taehyung practically beseeched, his voice sounding like the honey you’ve heard before.

And it made you acquiesce.

“Look, I’ll make this clear. Because of my work, I’ve never had time for dating, so I’ve slept with women casually.” Taehyung clarified, speaking pacifyingly. “But I’ve never once allowed a woman to come to my home, you’re the first one to ever lay in my bed.”

Your eyebrows perked up, shocked by the unforeseen confession.

“I haven’t slept with anyone ever since our engagement, and I did absolutely nothing with that woman in my office.” Taehyung paused, thinking about his next statement.

“I would never cheat on you, I’m not the type.”

Taehyung then took a deep breath, almost readying himself to reveal this. “You know, you’ve always talked about how we didn’t choose each other, so it makes you believe I’m stuck with you against my will or something. But you don’t know, Y/N... I did choose you.”

Your eyes widened in bewilderment, clutching your hands to your chest as you listened carefully.

“You probably know my father gave me an ultimatum about you. But what you don’t know is that ultimatum was only for meeting you, not choosing you.” Taehyung relayed pointedly, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“My father was only pressuring me to get married. Yes there was an incentive marrying you specifically because I felt like I owed your father for our deal, but I still could’ve said no. I could’ve met someone else and moved on.” He breathed out, moving to his next sentence.

“But after I met you, Y/N, I didn’t want to settle on someone else. I wanted to choose you because you were different, you weren’t like any other woman I’d met.” Taehyung confessed, his voice hesitant though determined to prove his point.

“You were never some less-than heiress to me. I saw you as someone admirable. Someone strong enough to defy the status-quo us heirs are forced to live in, and I’ve never once regretted my decision.”

Taehyung was grasping his hands together harder now, unfamiliar with being so candid though oddly okay knowing it’s you. “So I don’t like when you say I only think of you as charity, as a woman I don’t want, because I’ve never thought of you that way.” He stressed, tone persuasive.

“You’re you, and that makes you different.”

You could’ve been choking if it weren’t for the fact that you were laying down, storming emotions now dissipating once soaking in his confessions.

“And there’s genuity behind my words, I’m not a deceitful or manipulative man who makes empty promises. I should’ve been more clear from the start about my past with women, and today you just.. caught me on a bad day. Nothing went right at work, and I was stressed. I’m sorry I took it out on you.. I didn’t mean to do that.”

There was something almost devastating laced in Taehyung’s voice, like he was reprimanding himself for his own behaviour, and it automatically made you feel extremely guilty.

You were way too quick to make assumptions about Taehyung, jumping to conclusions that were far from the truth and now it dawned on you you only made Taehyung’s day 100x worse. You should’ve been there for him as comfort, some sort of solace so that his day wasn’t so mentally draining, but you instead accused him of terrible things with no proof and aggravated everything.

The guilt made your head spin, rising into a seated position and turning over to in fact see a bouquet of peonies beside you, eyes nearly watering he even remembered your favourite flowers when you were so awful to him.

He was seated a few inches away with his head in his hands, clearly distressed and troubled, and you despised you were partly the reason for it.

How could you have so easily blamed Taehyung? You didn’t even register the fact that when you did walk in, Taehyung didn’t even look like a culpable man, he seemed rejective of the woman.

And now you were spiraling, thinking this entire argument was just your dumb mistake. How could you have let yourself turn into some jealous maniac and make him go through this?

You felt incredibly apologetic, regretful, but now seeking to comfort him like you should’ve against the odds of his awful day, should’ve understood and heard him out.

You shuffled over to Taehyung on your shins, his broad back to you. If he noticed your presence behind him, he didn’t make it obvious, remaining leaned over onto his knees tiredly

You pressed your dainty palm to his back, swallowing as you contemplated if you could do something more intimate. Your hand remained still, battling the decision to move closer to him until Taehyung suddenly shrugged off your touch, voice firm.

“I don’t need comfort, I’m fine.”

You felt slightly discouraged, though remained determined to reach him. “I should’ve been there for you on such a stressful day.”

“I can handle my stress on my own, I don’t need anyone.” Taehyung stated blankly, though you didn’t feel like listening to him.

In an irrational action, you moved forward and tentatively draped your arms around Taehyung from behind, your chest flush against his back. Your small arms caged around his, chin coming to rest on his shoulder as Taehyung’s resistant voice reprimanded you.

“Y/N, I said I don’t need-”

“No, this is my fault. I’m so sorry I said those awful things to you, you didn’t deserve that, you didn’t deserve that at all.” Your voice was solemn as you hugged around him tighter, Taehyung holding one of your wrists to loosen your grip.

“That’s fine, but I don’t need help, I can handle stress by myself.” Taehyung was trying to undo your hold around him though you only embraced him closer in response, one of your hands hooking onto his shoulder as the other enclosed his biceps.

You didn’t understand why you felt so adamant about doing this, but you found your face nuzzling into his neck to just reach him, to speak to him in earnest.

“You don’t have to.. Taehyung.” You said, clutching onto him for dear life. “You don’t have to do everything on your own, you have me.”

“I don’t need your pity, Y/N. I’m fine, let go of me.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here.”

“I don’t need help.” Taehyung stressed, trying to loosen your grip again. “Just let me go-”

“No, I’m not letting you go, Taehyung.” You grasped him as hard as you could, tenacious in never leaving him alone.

“I don’t want to let go.” Your voice became soft, almost endearing as you snuggled further into the junction of his neck and were met by the scent of his cologne. It was just like him, masculine and soothing, and it wasn’t long before you released a relieved breath, glad that you had him so near, glad that your fight was so useless now.

Taehyung fought his inner turmoil trying to reject your hold, though he felt so entirely warm in your touch he ultimately relaxed, accepting it, a calming breath leaving his body. He sensed the storm in his mind dissipating, the cold ice of his habitually lonely thoughts melting away underneath your hug.

It made him bask in you, sinking into your comfort as his one hand held your forearm, and the other came up to cradle the back of your head, lightly ruffling the soft tresses of your hair with a smile. He almost allowed tears to prick at his eyes, never having felt such a moving sense of support from anyone.

Maybe Taehyung felt the hug of his mother when he scrapped his knee at a young age, maybe the embrace of his little cousins whenever he visited them, and maybe sometimes when his friends provided their own version of comfort through sincere text messages and a momentary hug.

But never in his life has Taehyung allowed another woman to simply hug him like this, and he found every reason in the world to think it’s okay if it’s you.

Because everything he said today was true, you’ve always been different, and there’s nobody quite like you.

Taehyung swallowed his emotions down thinking he didn’t want to ruin a pure moment like this with sadness, your warmth alleviating the stress along with his negative thoughts.

Taehyung suddenly positioned himself on the bed to face you, his eyes meeting your glistening ones he couldn’t ever resist. Your arms remained loosely draped around him, meeting his eyes with an expectant look. Taehyung’s hands set around your face, a palm against your cheek as the other brushed hair behind your ear.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes darting almost adoringly all over the pretty features of your face.

“I’m sorry, too. I was just.. scared of what would happen to your name, if people found out.” You apologized, only left to swim in the warm brown of Taehyung’s eyes.

He smiled gratefully, finding your consideration for his reputation endearing of you. His gaze began switching between your doe-eyes and the plush of your lips, moving closer as he lost thought. He held your face, inching closer as his breathe tickled your skin the more proximal he became.

You drew closer as well, closing your eyes as you felt Taehyung’s lips softly press against yours. You sighed into his kiss, thinking you’ve never once felt such a tender touch in your lifetime, reflective in the way you caught his lips in yours.

Taehyung opened up his mouth to kiss you fervently, the sweet sound of your lips meeting each other making you feel fuzzy. Your grasp on his shirt tightened the more the heat picked up, relishing in the taste of him as he worked against your mouth passionately.

Taehyung then laid you down onto the bed slowly, your back meeting the cold of the sheets as he climbed on top of you. One of Taehyung’s hands faltered from your face to encase the side of your ribcage, causing you to arch as his other palm held your cheek.

He began kissing you with something more hungry, something more ardent. Small groans were leaving you as a result of your core lighting up, Taehyung’s hot mouth swallowing your every sound. Your hands slid up his neck to meet the tresses of his fluffy hair, fingers tugging as it seemed to turn him on.

With a satisfied groan from his mouth, he pressed his thigh into your now pulsing entrance, his hand on your waist smoothing over your clothes until he eventually slipped his warm palms underneath your blouse. The sensation made your breath hitch, melting into Taehyung’s pleasurable touch until a sudden intrusive thought filled you with fear. The ghost of someone else’s uncaring, cold hands made you practically freeze up underneath him.

You remembered Kiseok out of nowhere, mind frenzying and you quickly pushed Taehyung off your lips, eyes scared.

He looked down at your alarmed expression and immediately apologized. “Shit, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no! It’s not you, it’s-it’s me. I just remembered.. I just felt, I-” You tried to say a coherent sentence but your brain was spazzing out, hands smacking over your mouth to stop your babbling.

Taehyung could read you in an instant, connecting the telling dots.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” He questioned, soft eyes looking into yours.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I just remembered something and I freaked out, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry-”

“Hey,” Taehyung’s thumb began massaging at your skin underneath your clothes. “It’s okay, it’s not him, Y/N. It’s me.” Taehyung’s dulcet voice spoke pacifyingly, soothing eyes gazing into your near panicked ones. “It’s just me.”

You don’t know washed over you, but knowing it was Taehyung, the Taehyung you’ve had the wonderful privilege of getting to know, the kind Taehyung who nursed your wounded cheek and protected you on multiple occasions, the Taehyung that told you he loves snow and promised to take care of you. Knowing it was him, his touch warm and tender, rather than piercing and rushed like you’ve felt before, there was no reason to worry, no reason to push him away.

You smiled as he returned your grin, your hands meeting his chiseled jaw to pull him back down to your lips, Taehyung happily complying.

He returned for more kisses, mouthing at you until sucking at your bottom lip until he teasingly bit at the plushy flesh and pulled them by his teeth. The way he looked at you was purely devilish, practically smirking with his eyes as he popped off your mouth, and you ignited with something akin to fire.

You tugged him back down harshly and his tongue began poking at your mouth, yours opening up completely and he slithered inside, your tongue tangling with his ardently.

Your wet muscles tasted each other in a delicious tandem, his hips grinding against you and your body moved in near lethal synchronicity with his, the hand underneath your blouse traversing your bare skin arousingly.

Your breaths were catching up on each other until Taehyung disconnected, lips flushed pink with blown out eyes as he regarded you with something indistinguishable, your own eyes giving away adoration as you looked at him.

Taehyung returned by shoving his lips to the underside of your jaw, moving to your pulse point to suck more of his desire onto you, reviving his marks from yesterday. He nearly ate at your skin, mouthing tirelessly until you were squirming underneath him and more of his purple marks blossomed across your neck.

You could tell he liked marking.

You gasped out in pleasure, lewd sounds escaping your mouth as your hands hugged his head to your neck. Hips bucking up into his senselessly, a pleasurable groan left the back of Taehyung’s throat as his hardening length pressed your center.

Taehyung’s mouth began canvasing down to your collarbones, kissing and licking them hotly before he shifted his weight onto his shoulder and suddenly exclaimed, grimacing in pain.

“Ah, fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, hands holding his face.

He managed his weight on top of you with one arm, working his left arm in order to gauge the pain. “My shoulder, it’s been bothering me all day.”

“Did you take any medicine?”

“I took painkillers for my headache. Don’t think it did anything for my shoulder.” He informed as he winced moving the muscles, clearly in pain.

You pushed him up into an upright position, letting him sit in front of you with mussed hair and swollen lips, massaging the joint. You blushed at the fact his disheveled state was the result of kissing you, though you trashed the idea once he exclaimed in pain again.

“Ah, stop moving it, turn around.” You pushed at his chest to get him to turn. He listened and positioned himself with his back to you, your hand over his shoulder as you settled behind him. “Take your shirt off, I can look at the muscle.”

“Oh? You’re not shy about seeing me shirtless anymore?” Taehyung remarked, obviously relating back to your first night sleeping together and you smacked at his shoulder.

“Hey, not the time.” Taehyung reeled at your hit, his exclamation melding into a laugh as you spoke. “You gotta strip for me, Kim. Take it off so I can see.”

“Since when are you a doctor?” He quirked his eyebrows.

“Since I took kinesiology in university. I know muscles, take off your shirt already. Or are you shy about showing me some skin, cuddler boy?” You quipped at his ego.

“I mean, I saw some of your skin in the shower yesterday, it’s only fair I show you mine.” He snickered evilly as you recalled the shower incident, mouthing falling agape.

“What? You said you didn’t look!” You hit him again as punishment and Taehyung cried out, laughing through pain.

“Ow, I was kidding! I only saw your shoulders.”

“Good, now take this shirt off before I make your shoulder worse.” You scolded him, on your knees as you yanked at his shirt.

Taehyung quickly admitted defeat. “Okay, okay, if my princess wants me to strip, I’ll strip.” You almost hit him again until he worked the buttons of his shirt, peeling off the fabric from his shoulders and you were reminded again of just how large Taehyung really is.

Your eyes ogled at the size of his shoulder blades, impressed by how masculine his features were; his lean muscle, broad back, your hands having a mind of their own as they began travelling over his skin. You were moving quite aimlessly until Taehyung’s teasing voice lifted you from your trance.

“See something you like?”

Your cheeks heated up, scandalized. “I-I’m just looking at your muscles.”

“Mmm, sure. Wanna add em’ to the list of things you like about me?” Taehyung was clearly having too much fun with this as a pretty laugh escaped him, you having enough of his teasing.

“That’s it, I’m leaving you alone.” You propped off the bed and walked away, Taehyung protesting after you.

“Y/N, come back. I’ll stop.” He whined as he stood to his feet, gesturing his open arms for you to come to, though you teased him back instead.

“Nope, you’ve lost your opportunity for my massages and my lips you like oh so much, bread crust boy.”

You could’ve sworn a blush crept onto Taehyung’s cheeks, clearly remembering his candid confession of what he liked about you. “Yah, come here.”

“I think I remember some about my eyes too, right?” You pulled at his leg, Taehyung’s bottom lip jutting out in a near pout.

“Hey, this is unfair, come back to me.”

“You’ll have to catch me if you want me back, Mr. Kim.” You eyed him playfully as you bolted off, sprinting across your bedroom to work the lock of the balcony doors.

“You’re going outside? It’s cold!” Taehyung proclaimed in complaint, dragging his feet for you as you swung the balcony doors open. You ran out into the cold winter air, chilling your bones though you didn’t really care when you had a near shirtless Kim Taehyung hot on your trail.

“Then I guess you’ll have to catch me to keep warm!” You teased comically, amused as you watched him scramble outside for you. Giggles came from you as you dodged his arms, both of you pacing around each other as Taehyung’s endearing chuckles filled the night air.

You started slowing down once the running caught up to your lungs, coming to a momentary halt as Taehyung finally snatched you up. His arms wrapped entirely around your torso, practically lifting you off the ground as you exclaimed through defeated laughs.

“Okay, Taehyung, you got me, you got me! Let me go!” You struggled in his hold, squirming for him to loosen his grasp though he didn’t let up.

“Nope, you’re my only warmth now, not letting go.” Taehyung announced while biting back a wide smile. He rested his chin atop your head and his iron lock brought you to a settled state, accepting his hold around you.

You became slightly shy thinking Taehyung’s bare front was pressed against your back, your hands resting over his as you both shivered together, only each other’s body heat for warmth.

“I’m practically anemic, Tae. I’m always cold.” You giggled as you dissed yourself.

Taehyung breathed through his nose in a small laugh, speaking with the baritone of his voice that resonated in your back.

“You’ve always been warm to me.”

Your lips curved into a gleeful smile, basking in the feeling of his safe arms wrapped around you without the judgmental stare of others like at the amusement park. It was just you and him, and you simply enjoyed the moment, eyes finding stars above your entangled bodies.

“Oh my God, the stars.” You pointed upwards, peering at the pretty constellations above your heads and Taehyung looked up as well.

“Wow, this is my first time seeing stars in ages.” Taehyung commented, eyes soaking in the shine of their light.

You could only snicker, quipping at him as he admired the sky. “All because I came into your life, right?”

Taehyung could tell it was meaningless joke on your end, his teasing always matched with your own, but what you didn’t know was how much the stars had always meant to Taehyung.

And that your playful statement beckoned him to reminisce.

The sky was the only solace he found as a child, often peering up to be set free from his pre-determined, controlling life. Even in his young teenaged years he tried to believe in galaxies as much as he could, using it as some make-shift escape from his restrictive world.

Though as the years progressed, and Taehyung become completely sucked into the world of business, he’d lost all touch with such a concept, and lost the significance it once harbored. He’d stopped believing in any galaxy whatsoever, stopped taking a moment to look up at the sky and solely lived for the purpose of achieving greatness in his name.

But with you, he often earned small instances of reprieve just like this. A moment where it felt like his ever-progressive world had stopped, like he could finally see those same stars he used to look up at.

Except now, as he glanced down at your doe-eyes reflecting the luminescent lights, pretty stars scattered within them, he couldn’t help but admire their reflections in your eyes more. He wanted to look into them for longer, wondering if he’d always be able to see the same gleam of starlight in your eyes like this.

And that maybe his solace isn’t the sky anymore.

“Yeah, it is.” His arms coiled around you tighter, clutching onto you like you so desperately clutched onto him earlier. His face dipped into your shoulder, feeling every ounce of worry and stress from today float up into a cloud of nothing, soaking in your warm presence without thought of the cold.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Taehyung asked by your ear, calm and quiet.

“Me? Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering.” He hummed.

“Mm, well, I was actually taking the day off. Hana wants me to look for her wedding gift in our gigantic hoard.”

Taehyung snorted. “I shouldn’t even tell you the amount of money people gave us.”

“Please don’t, it’ll make me hunt down each person by fingerprint analysis and give it back.” You feigned disgust, leaning yourself back into his warmth.

“And that’s exactly why I didn’t tell my stubborn wife.”

You grinned sheepishly at Taehyung so casually referring to you as his wife. “You’re stubborn too, don’t think I’m the only one.”

“You’re way more stubborn,” Taehyung argued. “I could give you the world and you’d probably only take a blade of grass.”

“If you gave me the world I’d just give it back to you.”

“Exactly, because you’re more stubborn.” He retorted, proud of his remark as your mind rather went into thought, your next words reflecting your meditative mind.

“No, because you deserve the world more than I do.”

You said it so softly, his warm hold around you the epitome of comfort as you forgot the winter chill, the seeming care radiating off his body sinking into your bones that have been so conditioned to feel unloved. You could only puff air through your nose in a laugh to yourself, thinking Taehyung felt like a remedy to nearly every dark part of yourself, like he eased you in ways nobody else ever could.

And it made you think Taehyung really is such a misunderstood person, because despite his hard stares and guarded walls, there was a man who simply had a kind soul.

There was a poignant pause as Taehyung became shocked, never having been told something so.. sentimental. His heart strings were practically being tugged at, feeling your grip on his hands tighten. Taehyung nestled you closer to him, mumbling calmly by your ear as his face found the crook of your neck.

“Only because you deserve a universe.”

You both basked in the sweet moment together, hearts utterly filled to the brim with something indistinguishable, something you both had no way of identifying. The pair of you ignored the feeling and let the unspeakable sensation permeate the air instead, tranquility seeping into the pair of you in the quietness of the moment.

Until Taehyung suddenly perked up.

“Hey, is the reason why you didn’t go near the railing on your first day here because you’re afraid of heights?”

“W-what? No, totally not afraid of some balcony.” You brushed him off with a fake laugh way too casually, and Taehyung caught on.

“You know it’s only two stories up, right? You could survive a fall that high.”

“Taehyung, don’t say that!” You whined out in fear, and Taehyung could only chuckle heartily at your cute protest.

“Hana, shut up before I end this call.” You threatened your best friend on the other line, rested on your shins in your walk-in closet. “I literally took the day off just so I could look through these wedding gifts for yours, cut to the chase.”

“Hey, not my fault you two looked all lovey-dovey at an amusement park after you tell me you guys are fake, who even asked out who? Captain hard stare or you?”

“Look, at our first event a lot of people made snarky comments about our marriage seeming fake, so we agreed on looking more couply.”

“No fucking kidding, you think I didn’t spit my drink out when I saw that photo of Taehyung on his knees fixing your dress?” Hana snorted on the other end. “Ma’am, I salute you for getting the Kim Taehyung on his knees for you, tell us the secret babe.”

“Hana, he wasn’t even on his knees.”

“Whatever you say, Casanova.” Hana drawled into the phone. “But seriously though, has he gotten on his knees for you yet.. you know.. in that way?”

“Hana, shut the fuck up.”

“I’m curious! Word on the street is Taehyung’s packing, the kind that fucks up your insides.”

“Why are you talking so casually about my husband’s fucking?” You deadpanned, crossing your arms. “You really wanna tell me that after I fought with him yesterday about his past with women?”

“Look, just remember what Taehyung said to you about them. It seriously seems like none of those girls mean to him what you mean to him.”

“... why do you say that?”

“I saw all the photos of you guys on your date and to be honest, the shit he did didn’t seem fake.”

“It was for the cameras, Hana.”

She scoffed on the other side of the line. “Sure, if that helps you sleep at night. Fuck, both of you just looked really real, and that’s coming from someone who knows about your marriage.”

You pondered over her statement for a moment until you finally found the stupid red box Hana kept preaching. “Oh, hey! I think I found your gift.”

“Really? Finally, I spent way too much on this fucker.” Hana complained.

“What the hell is it? The box feels too light.” You shook it around for good measure.

“You’ll see when you open it, Casanova.”

“Hana, I’m literally the furthest thing from a Casanova, shut up?”

“Says the one who got Kim Taehyung on his knees to fix your dress like your servant.” She accused you, imagining her drinking a petty sip of something in a glass.

“He wasn’t on his knees, Hana. He just fixed it to be nice”

“Well, quick fucking reminder he bought you that dress too. Let’s see how fast you can get him on his knees with something I bought you.”

“What do you..” Your words faded once you lifted the lid of the box and lost all function. Your eyes bugged out at seeing a red lacey lingerie set, clearly satin in fabric and so scandalous you audibly gasped.

“Hana! What the fuck is this?!” You hissed into the phone, slapping the lid back over the box like you’d removed the Holy Grail.

“Surprise! You seriously owe me for this one, I had to talk to his CEO friends just to find out what he likes. Made myself look like a damn fool asking at the wedding.”

“Oh God, don’t even remind me of the guys at the wedding.” You held a hand to your temple in shame. “I still feel terrible I was such a fucked up, unavailable mess I never got to meet them. I don’t know how the fuck Taehyung and I both have so much family.”

You recalled the awful memory of being dragged around to snobby, intrusive relatives and ‘important people’ all night, having missed the guys as they were busy themselves, shivering at the sheer amount of social skills you had to conjure in a near catatonic state.

You also would’ve been taken by the sentiment of Hana’s gift, but all that was running through your mind was a racy lingerie set tucked away in a closet you shared with Taehyung, constantly reminding you where in God’s name you were even going to hide this.

“Hana, that’s fucking sweet of you but what the hell?! Red, satin and lace? I’m not a Victoria’s Secret model!”

“It’s all his favourites, apparently. And you’re very much runway worthy, though I don’t think Captain hard stare would want people eyeing his woman if you walked down the runway in that.” She preached as if she were Taehyung’s wing woman, making you unfortunately realize your best friend and your husband were both equally quick-witted.

Great.

“I’m not walking anywhere in this. I can’t pull off lingerie, and especially not in front of Taehyung. My cheeks would literally melt off my face if that happened.”

“Why? You guys haven’t done anything at all?”

You became sheepish answering her question, thighs rubbing together as you admitted the truth. “Um.. not-not really.”

“Oh? Nothing at all?” She asked out sheer curiosity.

“We’ve really only made out.”

“Are you-!” Hana almost exclaimed loudly until she calmed down. “Actually, you know what? That’s okay, Y/N. I know Kiseok was an asshole and he makes sex hard for you, but you’re seriously a woman of steel resisting Taehyung.” She commended you whole-heartedly.

“You can kick me later for this but that’s the hottest man I’ve seen in my entire life, how haven’t you jumped him yet? I would’ve.”

“You think I don’t know that, I live with him!”

“Exactly! So you know him, Y/N, and you know he’s not an asshole, you can let loose around him.” Hana explained. “That’s why I got the set, you were already forced into this like he was, the least you two could do is have some fun together.”

“Hana-”

“Nope, don’t do that with me. Don’t tell me you’re not pretty enough or something because I’ll bite your elbow. You’re a gorgeous girl who deserves to get railed every night, don’t think you’re not enough for him or something, Y/N. I can tell by the way he treats you you’re more than enough.”

“How are you so sure?”

Hana paused on the other line, sighing before giving her answer. “You know how I met Taehyung’s friends at the wedding?”

“Yeah?”

“They talked about him, they were mainly cracking jokes but they ended up saying the way he acts with you...” Hana relayed carefully. “It’s different.”

“But that was during the wedding, we barely knew each other then.”

“Exactly, and you told me that all along Taehyung actually did choose you, so stop questioning your worth when it comes to him, your worthy enough that he chose you.”

You could only dwell on Hana’s thoughts, sincerely glad you had such a supportive friend.

It made you think about how you’re not the greatest friend. “You know, I’ll always be sorry I keep you and Yoongi apart. You’re worthy to him too, you know. He just gets really caught up with work.”

Hana was silence for a moment before she joked. “Please, you know I already know that. It’s just... hard to tell.. with us.”

“I know, but I know my brother, Hana. The way he looks at you is different too.”

“We’ll see about that,” She brushed off the sentimental conversation. “Now try the set on.”

“Pardon?”

“Hello? I spent a shitload on it, you better try it on and send me a photo of yourself.” She instructed you harshly.

“You want me to send you nudes?”

“It’s not nudes if you’re wearing lingerie, genius, I need proof you at least tried it on before you let it waste away.”

“Ugh, fine. I’m hanging up and trying it on.”

“Good, you better send me a picture after or else I’ll call you every minute until you pick up.” She threatened very seriously, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, bye.” You ended the call, sighing when your sight fell to the gift in front of you. The red of the box should’ve given it away, but you always were a bit of dumbass, so what’s it to you?

You uncovered the lid once again, casting it aside to take the set out. You regretfully began undressing yourself in the closet to wiggle into the contraption, spotting a satin red robe as an extra part of the set in the box and you groaned, foregoing it. Once you actually figured the lingerie out, you looked at yourself in the mirror, swiveling around to catch sight of your every curve.

It perfectly fit you.

Damn you, Hana.

It was definitely salacious as you glanced at your reflection, bra designed as half a racy bodice that tied in the front, pushing up your boobs into round globes. There was a strip of lace that lined the bodice’s edges, garters that came down from it and hooked around your thighs, practically serving them on a platter. The panties were of stain fabric with some cotton inside (good news for your vagina), lace adorning it’s cut outs as it thinned into three small straps around your hips.

Safe to say, Hana did not pull a single punch with this one.

You felt shy wearing the set at first, though admired how it actually accentuated all the right parts of you, displaying your body in ways that if it any man saw you right now, you were sure they’d be on their knees like Hana said.

You snatched your phone and snapped a single mirror shot of yourself, conscientiously sending it off to Hana with an angry text you were going to take it off. You worked for the tie until you decided to look at yourself a little longer, turning your body around and biting your lip thinking you were wearing apparently everything Taehyung likes.

The red you knew about, but he’s a lace guy, and especially satin?

Amusing, you’re using this against him one day.

“Mr. Kim, you’re leaving early today?” Mrs. Lee asked as she peeked out from behind her computer screen.

“Yes, could you reschedule that last meeting I had.” Taehyung shut his office door as he asked. “I’ve made other plans.”

“Of course, I could do that.” She clicked at her keyboard, seemingly focused on a task until she asked. “Though may I ask of your other plans?”

“Nowhere in particular.” Taehyung shrugged.

“Hmm, I see.” Taehyung smiled at her as he began stepping out of his office quarters and into the hallway, Mrs. Lee’s voice suddenly reaching him.

“Have fun with Mrs. Kim!”

He stopped dead in his tracks and poked his head back in, never having said a name.

“Mrs. Lee, I.. never mentioned Mrs. Kim.” Taehyung’s eyes held a hint of embarrassment, lips jutted out.

“You have your Mrs. Kim smile on, sir. It’s alright if you’re going to see her.”

Taehyung felt like he was being very easily read, and he was suddenly reminded why he hired Mrs. Lee in the first place. She’d always been excellent at figuring him out, taking note of the smallest things about him whether it be preference, habits or character traits, and that made his job a thousand times easier.

Though in a situation like this, he felt like someone caught red-handed. “I.. um.. I just wanted to take her out. I’ll catch up on the remainder of my work at home.” Taehyung scratched the back of his neck.

“Of course, sir. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Taehyung nodded shyly and began pacing further down the hallway, Mrs, Lee’s final words echoing off the walls.

“Say hello to Mrs. Kim for me!” She cheered, Taehyung smacking his forehead as the elevator doors closed.

You still hadn’t found a reason to take off the set, comically posing and fooling around without knowledge of how much time had passed. You stood still in front of the mirror for a moment, playing with your hair for it to fall into different styles. You were completely unsuspecting when you suddenly saw the closet door in the mirror’s view open, though became utterly horrified hearing a voice you knew all too well.

Your husband’s voice.

“Y/N, I’m home-”

He stiffened entirely on spot ambling in, his jaw dropping to practically the center of the earth.

Your eyes widened in terror, your reflection looking back at Taehyung’s slack jaw and blown out eyes as he caught sight of your scantily-clad figure. You turned around rapidly to face him, arms trying to cover what little you could, so frozen up you couldn’t even consider yelling at him.

“T-Taehyung, w-when did you get home?”

Taehyung’s mouth opened and closed multiple times trying to construct a sentence, though he couldn’t think of a single coherent thing. His eyes could not for the life of him leave your figure, because holy fuck.

He could see your wedding gifts sprawled around you, clearly having unwrapped one and somehow wearing his favourite everything on a woman.

His sight darted around the skin he’s never once seen before; your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and he swallowed dryly soaking in the lace hugging your body. He was completely captivated looking at his wife wrapped like a Christmas present in front of him.

He then realized it was evidently a mistake he caught you like this and averted his ogling eyes, blinking numerous times to erase the erotic image and thoughts from his mind.

But to no fucking avail, it was already imprinted so deeply in his brain he’d never forget it even after he died.

“I.. uh, um.. I was just-I left work early because I wanted... to take you out on a surprise date.” Taehyung cleared his throat as his eyes kept coming back to scan you, hand clutching the door open as he malfunctioned. “What.. what-what’re you doing?”

“O-oh I was just um.. was looking through our wedding gifts.. like I told you.” You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, squishing your thighs together as if it would conceal something, because this is by far the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever experienced.

“Right, right.” Taehyung nodded senselessly trying to look away, though his eyes had a mind of their own as he found himself sneaking glances at the garters around your thighs, fucking garters. The satin was practically beckoning him, and the red lace paired with your nearly spilled out breasts sent blood places it really shouldn’t be right now.

“Do you.. um, want to go out today?” He repeated his question, Adam’s apple bobbing extremely hard as he kept mentally reprimanding himself for his greedy glances.

Your eyes followed the action, hugging around your body tighter to hide but it really only made your breasts pop more, Taehyung losing his sanity at the thoughts plaguing him.

“Sure.. maybe in-in an hour?”

“Sure. Sounds great.” Taehyung profusely nodded to himself as he started making his exit urgently, you calling him back.

“Taehyung!”

“Y-yeah?” He poked his head back in, eyes trained on only your face.

“Could you-you know, maybe um.. forget this happened? I was just trying it on because Hana bought it and wouldn’t leave me alone until I did. P-please?” You pleaded guilelessly, and Taehyung could never understand how you were so innocent yet your body and actions sometimes were the utter opposite.

“Oh yeah, of course, totally.” Taehyung waved off. “Erased, gone, Neuralyzed from my brain, what are we even talking about?” Taehyung stuttered out rapidly, your lips curving into a grateful smile.

“Thanks.”

He coughed. “Don’t mention it.”

Taehyung then quickly vacated his room with a deep breath and his mind racing, you squirming to put some actual clothes on.

It was almost an hour later and you’d seen no sight of Taehyung as you readied yourself for your date, especially to your liking because you still felt extremely embarrassed about everything.

You carefully walked down the stairs in pantyhose and a dress as you were met by quite literally nobody in the house. You didn’t spot Mrs. Choi or Seo where they should’ve been in the kitchen, finding it even more odd Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

You glanced around skeptically, considering whether or not everyone abandoned you as some sort of joke. Sauntering onto the first floor, your attention was stolen by the bouquet of pretty peonies you swiped into a vase earlier today on the dining table.

You touched the petals delicately, reminiscent smile finding your lips upon remembering Taehyung bought them with you in mind.

Admiring them was taking up your time until you glanced over at the kitchen, spotting some stray water around the sink, finding that odd.

You quirked an eyebrow, thinking it looked too untidy for such precise people like Mrs. Choi and Seo. Ticking your head to the side, you set your purse and phone done against the island’s counter, grasping a paper towel to clean up the water.

You were minding your own business in the midst of wiping down the mess, distracted until someone’s large hands abruptly grappled onto the edge of sink around you, caging you completely in with their arms from behind.

You gasped, recognizing the slender, masculine hands with pretty bracelets adorning his one wrist, knowing exactly who it was. His entire front was pushed up against your back invasively, the heat of his presence coursing through your veins.

“T-Taehyung, what are you-”

“I can’t forget it.”

“What?”

“I can’t forget it.” He repeated, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin as his face dipped to your shoulder. His hands gripped the edge of the counter hard, leaning himself further into you and you became very aware of your backside shoved against his crotch.

“We-we have a date to go on.” You clutched the paper towel, nerves in your body alighting at him all up in your personal space, his body enclosing you, and now was the time you remembered Hana talking about Taehyung’s gifted size.

Did he just have to have a big dick too?

“We’re not going on a date anymore.” Taehyung’s voice was dark and hot near the shell of your ear, jutting his hips so far into you your stomach was pressed up against the counter, losing all form of control.

“Taehyung, Mrs. Seo and Mrs. Choi-”

“I sent them home, we’re the only ones in this house.” His confession made your core ignite, the bubbling feeling of arousal now raking your insides as Taehyung remained in your space.

“J-just the two of us?”

“Just the two of us.” Taehyung stressed, his deft hands now encasing yours against the counter, and it was breathtaking how much larger they were in comparison with yours, how everything about Taehyung was.

And definitely the hints of his length pressing up against your ass.

“I can’t fucking stop thinking about you in that set.” Taehyung’s harsh breaths were tickling your skin, arousing you as the vibration of his voice sent shivers down your spine.

You scoffed wanting to have some fun. “Satin and lace make you this weak of a man?”

“Only when you’re wearing it. And trust me, I can make a mess out of you underneath me.” Taehyung breathed out hotly, his hips purposefully contacting your ass as his hands slithered around your stomach, pulling you flush against him.

“Please, I can have you on your knees fixing my dress again before you do that.” You teased biting your lip, turned on way more than you should’ve been at his hands ghosting your abdomen.

“You challenging me, princess? Because I was only being a gentleman, you have no clue how hard I can fuck you till you feel me in your throat.” Taehyung said it so roughly by your ear you gushed on spot. His hands trailed off on their own, one snug underneath your breasts and the other over your abdomen, clearly on two separate missions your body was nearly leaping at the prospect of.

“I’d love to see you try, Mr. Kim.” You pointedly stressed, the constant feeling of his growing cock prodding your ass and breath fanning the junction between your neck and shoulder was sending into overdrive.

“Mm, are you sure? Think you can handle it?” Taehyung’s tone was deep though held a concerned lilt, still trying to gain some sort of permission as if you weren’t ready to jump his bones right now.

“Do you need me to take over, loverboy? All talk about dominance but can’t-”

Taehyung’s hand suddenly darted down and cupped your sex through your dress so lethally your breath hitched, gasping at the euphoric feeling. His other hand snaked towards your breast and grabbed a handful of you, making you keen forward and press your ass against him.

Taehyung’s large, skillful hands began doing their respective work; one fondling your tit and the other rubbing against your folds through your clothes.

“You think you can just wear lingerie and not receive the consequence?” Taehyung questioned harshly, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he lewdly touched you. “Think it won’t fucking ruin me with that image in my head?”

“I-I was just trying it on.” You stuttered out relishing in his movements, his voice seriously authoritative and now you can see where his dominant, alpha male really jumps out.

He scoffed under his breath. “Trying it on? You’re such a fucking tease.” His hand on your core began rubbing circles on your clit, eliciting breathy moans from your mouth that were bouncing off the kitchen walls.

“Y-you’re one to talk, you think lounging around manspreading with fucking unbuttoned shirts and folded sleeves isn’t a tease?”

“Oh? Innocent princess has had some dirty thoughts?”

“Like you haven’t? I know the way you tense whenever I touch your chest or say your titles, don’t think I don’t notice- ah, fuck! Taehyung.” You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers press into your clit harder with his other finding your nipple.

“And yet you’re the one moaning out my name, so who’s the dirtier one?” His tone was lustful and teasing against your ear, had you reeling in his hold the faster he moved.

“I thought you were the dirty one who said you’d fuck me till I feel you in my throat? Where’s that attitude now, cuddler boy?” You were quick to quip back at him but it only spelled your doom, his next words dangerous and coated with salacity.

“You don’t get it, Princess. I’m big, you won’t walk the next day.” Taehyung’s hand then suddenly hiked up your skirt, shoving past the waistband of your pantyhose and pressing the pads of his fingers to your wet underwear, staining them with your slick delectably.

You reeled at the touch, almost bent all the way over as Taehyung continued his merciless ministrations, the thoughts of his hands finally meeting your bare pussy and possibly his cock in you making you gush.

“M-maybe that’s what I want.” You quivered out, gripping Taehyung’s wrist that was working your aching, clothed pussy.

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, entertained. “My princess is dirty, isn’t she? What does she think about in that pretty little head of hers?” He asked amused, suddenly teasing your hole and it had your walls clenching around absolutely nothing, thinking about his fingers.

“N-nothing.” You lied, not wanting to so easily give in as his sub, but it was so fucking hard when he was grazing your clit and fondling your sensitive nipples.

“I don’t think you’re that innocent, princess. Tell me, tell me what you think about.” Taehyung was coaxing out your answers seductively as his lips finally met your neck, kissing and sucking the searing skin so sensually you were buzzing with pleasure.

“I-I think about your hands.” You croaked out.

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows amusedly. “Oh really, now? You think about my hands doing this?” Taehyung quickly slipped his hand inside your panties, the warm touch against your bare skin already so arousing until he slid them down to your bare pussy. You gushed a waterfall at the touch of his fingers, gasping out and hooking onto his arm desperately.

“Fuck, Taehyung.” You moaned.

“Where do you think about them? Here?” Taehyung glided over your throbbing clit and you practically twitched in his hold, him enjoying every last bit of the pretty sounds escaping your mouth.

“What about here?” His fingers swiped deeply into your soaked folds, your slick making it so easy for him to rub up and down your pussy like it was a game.

“Tae, fuck!” You dug your nails into his arm, relishing in the heavenly feeling of his hands in the places you’ve always thought of.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.” Taehyung praised, groaning pleasurably at how much slick you were producing. “Maybe you could take me, but I need to stretch you out, baby, you’re too small.”

“Then do it, Taehyung. Fucking all bark but no bite.” You moaned out sexually frustrated, not knowing you hit a nerve in Taehyung’s pride and he plunged two greedy fingers into your pulsing center to shut you up.

You sighed out a euphoric moan, leaning your head back against Taehyung’s chest, your world spinning. His fingers began pumping you deliciously, Taehyung groaning from the back of his throat against your neck at how warm and wet you were inside, how fucking tight.

Taehyung quickly worked his other hand to free your breast from the confines of your dress, exposing it and you keened again feeling Taehyung’s fingertips play with your exposed, hard nipple.

You felt yourself becoming submissive way too easily, moaning as you jut your hand behind and grabbed Taehyung’s semi-hard cock through his slacks.

He practically keened over, strangling a groan so beautiful you’ve never once wanted to ruin a man more. You began palming him graciously, sighing out gratified moans as they mixed with Taehyung’s throaty sounds.

He grew utterly punishing and thrusted his fingers deeper inside you for revenge, you squirming underneath him and it fired Taehyung up.

“You know, I never knew you were hiding a body like this underneath your clothes.” His voice grew dark, dangerous as his hands were only increasing in speed and technique, your pussy growing wetter by the second. “So fucking sexy.”

“Then why don’t you take off my clothes right now, sailor?” You challenged him, grasping his growing dick at the tip and Taehyung groaned in amused satisfaction.

He ripped his hands away from you, you whining at the loss until he spun you around and crashed his lips against yours, kissing fervently as he grabbed for the back of your thighs. You kissed him back equally hard, jumping into his hold and letting him carry you to the island.

He seated you on the edge, your legs spread out with Taehyung in between as your arms remained laced around his neck, his hands finding your sides. He was feeling you up hungrily as you both messily made out, your hands tangling in his hair.

He moved to unbutton the front of your dress that kept your top half contained, popping it open to slide the useless dress off your shoulders. Your entire upper body was then bared to Taehyung, him disconnecting from your mouth in a haze to soak you in. You felt slightly self-conscious, arms wrapping around to conceal yourself on instinct until Taehyung stopped you.

“Don’t hide from me, you’re gorgeous.” Taehyung looked into your eyes genuinely, like he entirely meant to adore you, and it only made you think back to when you didn’t know if he could be the loving partner you needed.

But when Taehyung was looking at you like this, like there was nothing but unadulterated adoration in his coffee irises, your heart was leaping hurdles thinking he’s exactly what you’ve always needed.

You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his plushy lips, Taehyung then drawing himself to your chest and trailing hot kisses down the valley of your breasts.

You shuddered feeling his mouth near your nipples and Taehyung instantly discovered a weakness. He smiled against your searing skin, bringing his tongue to swipe across your perched nipple and you moaned loudly. Your chest arched dangerously when his fingers hooked onto your pantyhose and underwear, roughly pulling them down and past your plump ass.

You gasped out in relief feeling the cool surface of the counter against you, pure pleasure raking your insides as you relished in the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth beginning to suck and lick at your perched nubs.

You suddenly became aware of Taehyung’s very dressed figure, whining at the fact he was wearing clothes.

“Taehyung.. your shirt.” You started pulling at the fabric, Taehyung never letting his mouth leave your breast as he quickly undid his buttons and ripped his shirt off himself.

He discarded it and returned his hands to your body, only this time he harshly removed your bottoms from your thighs, tugging them down as you helped him.

He shred off the offensive items entirely and threw them somewhere on the floor. You hissed at the feeling of your soaked pussy exposed to cold air, gripping onto Taehyung’s shoulders to manage the chill on your intimate parts.

Taehyung then popped off your nipple and sucked at your skin as he laid you back onto the counter by his weight. As he leaned over your groaning figure, he kissed your stomach, your dress pooled at your abdomen. You moaned out in pure euphoria feeling his pillowy lips all over your skin, back arching off the cold surface of the marble counter.

With your skirt being propped off your center, your core was bared to Taehyung, his fingers returning to rub sickeningly against your core and his other holding your legs open.

“You’re fucking dripping, princess. I just know you taste as sweet as you sound.” Taehyung hummed against your hot skin, and you were affected by his words for a mere second before your hazy mind considered what he was going to do.

As Taehyung’s hands hooked underneath your thighs and his mouth neared your pulsing core, your hands came out to immediately stop him, exclaiming. “Wait! You don’t have to do that, I-I’m supposed to do it first, aren’t I?”

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows in confusion. “No? I want to eat you out, so I’m going to eat you out.” He declared drawing his mouth back to your core, until you halted his actions once again.

“Look! You don’t have to force yourself or something, you really don’t have to.” Old thoughts and habits from spending nights with Kiseok came flooding into your mind, your needs seldom a priority and his usually the only meant to be satisfied.

“Why are you- have you not been eaten out before?” Taehyung asked, his tone concerned.

“Not-not really? I don’t know, I-I’m just not used to it. I was usually the one giving than receiving.” You admitted completely embarrassed, hands covering your hot face. It felt so entirely humiliating to admit something like this, squeezing your thighs shut to shrink into some sort of hole so Taehyung didn’t have to see you.

Though his hands on your thighs pushing them back open reminded you he was indeed here, his words angry when he spoke. “You’re fucking telling me that asshole only ever- are you kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?!”

“No, I just- that’s not fair, princess, that’s not fair at all.” Taehyung was storming holding you open, reminded all the same about why he’s only ever wanted to give you everything in the world. He couldn’t believe you were deprived of feeling like a princess, making him far more than determined to provide you with what you deserve.

And determined he’d probably kill your jackass of an ex if he ever saw him.

He scoffed humourlessly against your core, you shuddering at the feeling. “You deserve more than a universe.” Taehyung said to himself as he brought himself to kiss around your gushing folds, you squirming at just the feeling.

“Taehyung! You don’t-”

“It’s okay, Jagiya. I want to.” Taehyung began soothing your thighs with the pads of his thumbs. He held his mouth just before your entrance, his hot breath making you tense and nearly squeal, Taehyung muttering pacifyingly between your legs.

“Shh, princess. Let me take care of you, relax for me.” You followed his word by taking a breath, Taehyung’s wet tongue meeting your palpitating folds when you exhaled. He licked a slow, thick stripe up your quivering cunt, gathering your slick on his tongue and you bit back an inhuman gasp.

You nearly lurched off the counter, Taehyung’s satisfying tongue now masterfully licking into your folds as he kept you from shutting your thighs around him. He only spread you out further, delving his tongue deeper into your aching pussy and it was hilarious how easily you felt your insides coiling.

This felt euphoric, otherworldly as Taehyung began licking you harder, swiveling his tongue in between your slit and flattening on your folds repeatedly. The technique of his tongue morphed into merciless kitten licks against your throbbing clit that were driving you insane, clearing teasing you and you moaned too loudly.

You slapped your hand over your mouth to not embarrass yourself, getting way too high off simply his tongue until Taehyung reprimanded you.

“Don’t be quiet, Y/N. let me hear you.” Taehyung spoke against your core glanced up at you through his mussed fringe, his eyes entrancing as you looked down at him. “I wanna hear you say my name.”

“T-Taehyung..” You moaned out making eye contact with him, his work on your pussy already edging you to places you never thought possible, his intoxicating eyes leaving you weak.

“Mm?” He hummed against your folds, the vibration so heavenly you moaned out even louder and threw your head back, hands entangling in Taehyung’s hair messily.

“Taehyung.. don’t fucking stop.” You groaned, now chasing your high as you moved against Taehyung’s merciless mouth, and felt him smile against you.

He then latched onto your clit so powerfully you tugged at his tresses, Taehyung groaning out satisfied as he suckled at your swollen bud. It was formidable, sickening the way he dared to look up at you with carnal eyes that had you submitting far more easily than you liked.

But it didn’t matter when Taehyung was constantly sucking on your clit, laving at your pussy so passionately it’s like he was now trying to prove a point, trying to drive you insane. He suddenly shoved his long fingers into your weeping hole and you just about cried out, the sensation of him softly finger-fucking you as your walls soaked him in avariciously utterly divine.

His movements became blissful and you weakened the more he sped up, licking and pumping you over and over and over again until your insides coiled so tightly, you moaned out an orgasm never felt before.

You came hard, Taehyung’s name at the end of every sound and your body convulsed at the feeling, walls pulsing, pleasure overwhelming your every nerve. Taehyung tasted you through your orgasm, not letting up his tongue until he felt your breaths settle, kissing your near battered center delicately before you pushed at him from oversensitivity.

He disconnected and straightened himself up, viewing your smaller figure laid out breathless and flushed underneath him. He watched your chest rise and fall rhythmically as you came down from your high, arm thrown over your hooded eyes.

And Taehyung’s never seen anything so beautiful.

He relished in your fucked out state, his dominant side momentarily thrilled as he smiled to himself. He leaned over your panting body, pressing his wet lips to yours. Your arm retracted from your face and welcomed his mouth, kissing him as you tasted yourself on his lips and became horney thinking he was stuffed between your legs seconds ago.

The sight of your slick glistening around his lips when he detached his mouth made you adore him whole-heartedly. Your hands splayed across his cheeks, thumbs soothing his skin as you admired how much he just gave you in a matter of 20 minutes, far more than you’ve ever received in your entire lifetime.

The sentiment nearly caught the back of your throat, eyes watering gazing at him, his eyes swimming with warmth. You threw your emotional thoughts away as you simply brought his lips to yours for another passionate kiss, melting into each other.

He was smoothing over your sides again when your phone suddenly rang next you, startling you both out of the kiss. Your mutually surprised eyes elicited chuckles from the pair of you as you reached over for your buzzing device, viewing the contact name.

Mother.

“What the fuck?” Your eyebrows knitted together, Taehyung’s lips contorting in question above you.

“Who is it?”

“My mother, I should probably answer.” Taehyung was shocked as he lifted himself off you, you rising into a seated position.

You shuffled to the edge of the counter with an arm over your naked breasts, Taehyung lifting you off the counter and helping you down onto your feet. You nearly stumbled at the jelly-like feeling in your legs until Taehyung caught you from behind, snickering through his nose at what he did to you.

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him as you clicked the green button on your screen. “Hello?”

“Ah, Y/N, took you long enough to answer.”

You rolled your eyes, “You never call, Mother. I was contemplating what person had a gun to your head that would have you calling me.” You quipped, Taehyung snorting as he abandoned you to instead slide the remainder of your dress down your body, leaving you completely naked as you stepped out of it confused. You stood exposed and cold for a second until he nabbed his shirt from the ground, draping it on your shoulders.

“Very funny. Y/N, but there’s no gun. I’m calling for something important.” You looped your arm into one of his long sleeves, struggling for the other until Taehyung helped it on, turning around to flash him a grateful smile.

“And what would that be? Your long overdue apology for the last time you saw me?” You spoke harshly, annoyed your mother completely ruined your fun with Taehyung. You pressed the phone to your ear by your shoulder as you buttoned Taehyung’s oversized shirt, turning towards him to mouth ‘can you get me some pants?’

He nodded and went off on his way, watching him disappear up onto the second floor as you returned to your suffocating mother.

“Well, this is far from an apology, Y/N, more like your much needed discipline.”

“As if that’ll work on me, I don’t even regard you as my mother.” You argued, arms folded as you drowned in Taehyung’s shirt. “What is it?”

“You should watch your mouth, Y/N, what goes around comes around.” Your mother warned from her end, your attention stolen by Taehyung jogging down the stairs with a pair of your black sweatpants and still attractively shirtless.

He thought about getting you pants but not a shirt for himself?

Cute.

He handed them to you as he drew near and you retrieved the item, pressing a gratified kiss to his chest as he smiled.

“Says you, mother. You of all people should not be saying that.” You chastised her, hopping into your sweatpants haphazardly. They eventually hung at your hips and you smoothed Taehyung’s shirt over yourself, his arms enveloping you from behind into a snug back hug.

You filled with butterflies in seconds draping a hand over one of his, not really minding your over-bearing, repulsive mother speaking on the other line. “But at this moment, I think it applies to you more.”

You quirked your eyebrows, feeling Taehyung’s lips trail senseless kisses down your neck, his hands smoothing your stomach underneath his shirt. “What do you mean?”

“I mean call your office, Y/N. Taking a day off didn’t do you well.” You instantly became alarmed knowing your mother, expression contorted in bewilderment as you abruptly ended the call with her, dialing someone’s extension at work.

“Hello? Yeji? Is everything okay at the office? I’m sorry I wasn’t in today and I was just curious-”

“Y/N! Oh my God, I was just going to call you, everything’s fucked up.” Your co-worker complained into the phone, clearly shuffling around on their end and it sounded like chaos.

“What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t know Y/N, I don’t know but all I know is that we lost the deal.”

“We what?!” You nearly screeched, catching Taehyung’s attention and he looked at you concerned.

“We fucking lost the deal. Yun & Ryu called today and said they’re not interested in us for the project anymore, they’re choosing someone else.”

You were exasperated, Taehyung becoming alarmed by what little he could hear through the receiver, even more at your rising anxiety. “Who the fuck are they choosing instead? We were their pick.”

“Fucking Min Inc., Y/N! Your dad’s company!”

And that’s when everything clicked, when you felt like air was sucked out of your lungs, mind collapsing into a million pieces.

You instantly understood your mother crafted this behind your father’s back, knowing he’s currently abroad and away from headquarters. He’d always been adamant about never intruding on projects you were already pitching for, positive your mother must’ve appealed to whomever else was working this project at your father’s company. She must’ve also influenced or colluded with Yun & Ryu to choose their pitch over your impeccable one, irritating your soul.

It made you even angrier considering your mother was always notorious for having built connections far and wide in the architecture world, her only real, favourable trait as a businessman’s wife.

“Fuck.” You swore into the phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay, tell everyone to stay there, I’m coming right now.” You hung up the phone quickly, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you felt like crying, screaming, just something to get rid of the anger inside you.

You forgot Taehyung had been holding you this entire time while your blood boiled, his concerned voice sounding out when you removed yourself from his arms. “Y/N, where are you going?”

“To work, I-I have to go. My mother.. she-” You clutched your fists as you aimlessly paced around, trying to maintain your indignation.

“What? You have to go? What happened?”

“That deal, Taehyung! That fucking deal I told you about, she stole it from me. She stole it and I have to get it back, I have to go.” You instantly snatched up your purse and started making it towards the door without a cohesive thought, Taehyung hot on your trail.

“Princess, wait. I’ll take you, let me put on a shirt and I’ll drive you.” Taehyung offered, but you had no time.

“No, Tae, it’s okay. I’ll drive myself, you stay home.” You said speedily as you struggled a pair of shoes onto your feet.

“Just let me drive you, Y/N. I don’t want you going alone like this, and the sun’s already set.” He sounded worried, trying to reach you.

“It doesn’t matter! I have to go, you don’t need to go that far for me, Taehyung.” You argued, frustrated as your purse kept slipping down your arm.

“Y/N, just let me help you-”

“Please, Taehyung, please! I just-I need to go, I can handle this myself, okay?” You felt tears prick at your eyes, utterly tired and brimming with so much anger at your mother’s stupid pettiness it was too overwhelming.

“My mother made this fucking mess because of me, alright? I’m the only one to blame, only I can be blamed. It’s all my fault, and I have to fix it, I have to..” Your voice trailed the more emotional you grew, vision clouding with tears as Taehyung came rushing to you, palms finding your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, breathe, okay? You’re fine, it’s going to be fine.” Taehyung tried calming you down, pulling you to his chest for an embrace.

You took his word and breathed, breathed as much as you could as you felt your emotions simmering down a little, nuzzled into his bare chest. You took one last shaky breath as Taehyung put space between you two, talking to you carefully.

“Be careful when you’re driving, okay? I remember reading some snow in the forecast tonight.” Taehyung relayed as you stood rubbing at your eyes, trying to clear the tears that managed to escape. Taehyung reached for one of his coats hanging on a hook in the foyer, rounding it about your sullen figure and engulfing you in his coat.

“It’s cold, and my coat’s warmer. If at any point you feel like you can’t drive, stop by a curbside with a lot of people and call me, okay? I’ll answer right away.” Taehyung assured you like a parent speaking to a child, holding the coat snug around you as your arms barely filled in the sleeves. “I’ll wait for you at home.”

You nodded to him, snatching your keys from the tray and clutching them in your hand, taking another deep breath. You felt clearer now, determined to clean this mess up rather than dwell on your witch of a mother.

“I’ll go now.” You said, stuffing your phone into Taehyung’s jacket pocket as he regarded you with anxious eyes, though didn’t let it compromise his dulcet voice.

“Okay, be safe.” He responded uneasy, biting his lip. You followed the action and pressed a peck to his lips before you gave him a small, understanding smile, turning around as he let you go. You then exited through the door quickly, leaving Taehyung behind all alone.

And when the house fell eerily silent, he couldn’t help but feel an ache in his chest thinking your smile didn’t meet your eyes.

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Partners? (Namjoon smut)

Pairing?: Namjoon x virgin!reader (college! au)

Warnings?: SMUT, fingering, oral, bit of a daddy kink, virgin reader, swearing (i think thats it?)

Word count?:a little over 8k

A/N: Hey guys! Its been a bit, kinda crazy that its now that i wanna write. So just a life update, i’m back at college, we are doing in person classes so I’m not sure how busy i’ll be. Though on a better note i’ve been writing a lot for some reason and am only now feeling inspired to do so. Anyways, someone needs to stop me from writing smut, I suck so bad at it but here I am continuing to write. Anyways, i hope you guys enjoy. Maybe i’ll post something else later in the week or by the weekend, who knows. Thanks for all the love and support you give me and Heather, we really appreciate it! <3 ~Breezy

In the three years, you had been at your university you had honestly believed that college dorm sex was the worst kind of sex to have. Not only did you have to be slightly quieter as to not allude the other students around you of what you were doing, but you had to make sure that you timed it just right so your roommate wouldn’t walk in on you. The number of times you had walked in on your roommate and her boyfriend finishing up was honestly insanely high.Â

You and your roommate had been rooming together since your first year, you had moved into her room after your first roommate decided she wanted to party all the damn time. The two of you just seemed to click right away, you two had enough in common that you would stay up all night just chatting away. Usually talking about weird things and just end up going to bed without another word.

Today was another day, your writing workshop had seemed to take its toll on you seeing as though you were dragging your feet on the pavement, how you hadn’t tripped yet was beyond your logic. You let out a rather loud yawn as you trudged towards your dorm building which seemed to be much farther away then you remember.

“Hey!”A voice called from behind you, it took you a moment to realize that someone was talking to you. Stopping in your tracks, you turn and see a tall figure jogging towards you. You instantly recognize him by his blonde hair, he usually sits next to you in your workshop class. Namjoon was his name.

When he finally caught up to you, he stopped to catch his breath, “Damn, I’m out of shape,” he pants before standing back up fully. He was tall, practically towering over you.

“Sorry to just run up to you,” he begins, “but I know we will be having a group project soon and I enjoy your writing so I was wondering if you would want to work with me?” He says looking at you, there was a small smile on his face.

You had done proofreading on his work before, it was honestly amazing but you weren’t sure what he saw in your work.

“Y-Yeah! Sure, I would like to work with you,” you smile, “I enjoy your work too!” You follow up as you watch his smile grow and small dimples appear.

“Awesome!”He exclaims, “Can I have your number? So we can talk about times to meet up or maybe throw ideas at each other.”

You’re too mesmerized by his cute smile to say words, so you simply nod at his question. Both of you exchange numbers before you both go into different directions.

You were lucky that Namjoon had stopped you to talk because if he hadn’t, you likely would have walked in on your roommate and her boyfriend having their sexy time. Unlocking the door, you enter, seeing the two of them in bed just kinda chatting but you knew they were likely naked under those blankets. You kept your eyes from looking in that direction as you walk towards your side of the room.

Your roommate had greeted you, which you happily reply with a simple greeting. You knew the two of them would go back to chatting until they either fell asleep or he would get dressed and leave. You put your earbuds into your ears and began to read over the assignment that was given for another class and began to work on it. Engrossed in the music, your head thinking about nothing but the assignment until you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“It’s time for dinner, wanna go to the cafe?” Your roommate asked, typically you both went together or ate in the room.

“Yeah just give me a second,” you answer as you get yourself to a good stopping point before grabbing all the things you needed for dinner.

The walk with filled with chaotic chatter as usual, though she did apologize for you nearly walking in on them again.

“Me and him just have awful timing,” she admits, “and we can’t do anything in his room cause his roommate is literally always around,” she explains with a shrug.

You nod, “Yes well, please for the love of all things, just text me when you think you’re gonna start anything.” You plead, “Then at least I can wait an hour or something so I don’t have to see any more than I already do.” You both laughed for a few moments before entering the building that seemed rather quiet for the time of day.

After grabbing your plate of food and finding an empty table you both sat together enjoying each other company more than the food.

“Hey (y/n),”

You glance behind you, surprised to see Namjoon standing behind you. “Oh hey Namjoon,” he was smiling,

“Do you mind if I join you two? I wanted to run something by you for the project,” you glance over to your roommate who was clearing giving signs to let this poor man sit.

“Sure take a seat,”you tell him, “Oh Namjoon, this is my roommate,” you introduce both of them. Your roommate seemed more interested in trying to leave you two alone to talk then actually making a friend. She stood up, grabbing all her things, before leaving she whispers in your ear,

“He’s cute! You better be getting some of that,” she giggles before walking off not giving you a chance to explain that it was nothing like that.

“Sorry about her, she can be a little weird,” you apologize to him, he only laughed a little before you both began talking about your project.

“I don’t know about you, but I find myself writing more romance style novels then I do anything,” he laughs nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

You sat there thinking about it, “I’ve never really written a romance style thing before,” you trail, you were more into writing horror and fantasy then you were anything.

“I enjoy horror and fantasy,” you explain looking down at your hands. You weren’t exactly expecting the reaction you had gotten.

“That's wonderful!,” He began to jot notes down in his book, “Why don’t we try to write the most obscure story? Some sort of romance horror story,” he suggests.

There were a few moments of silence while you thought it over, a horror romance novel? That seemed a bit out there but then again, your writing wasn’t too far off from being “out there”.

“That sounds kind of fun~,” you tell him. His beautiful bright smile appeared on his face causing a blush to appear on your cheeks. What a truly interesting project this would be.

You hadn’t even noticed that people were slowly leaving the dining room area, the both of you too engrossed on trying to come up with the perfect idea. It wasn’t until the staff came over and told you it was nearly closing time that you realized how long you had been sitting at the same table. In that period, you had brainstormed five potential ideas. Honestly, you didn’t believe that you could be so productive with anyone.

“Namjoon, your some sort of genius,” you say as the two of you walk back towards the dorm buildings,

He laughs and shakes his head, “Well I wouldn’t say I’m a genius,” he began, “We can work really well together which is just a good thing,” he tries to explain, you figured he didn’t know how to word his statement but you understood what he meant. It was a relief to think someone so great had wanted to be your partner, since you last partner did none of the work and royally screwed you over.

“Do you want to meet up tomorrow?” He asks, “To brainstorm some more,” he quickly adds . You thought for a moment only to remember tomorrow was the worst day of the week.

“I won’t be able to till pretty late. My last class gets out around seven,” you sigh glancing up at him,

He just gave you a nod, “Why don’t we meet up tomorrow after your class for a little bit? I don’t mind staying up a little later,” he suggests,

You weren’t sure if your body could carry you that long, “I don’t know Joon~,” you trail, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to function after such a long day,” you try to reason,

It was clear he understood but he seemed a bit taken back, “Joon?” He questioned, your eyes went wide with shock,

“O-Oh, I’m sorry… I tend to give people nicknames and I don’t ever ask if its okay,” you blurt out in hopes you didn’t actually offend him.

He just laughed, “No it’s alright, I like that a lot,” he answer causing a huge weight to lift from your chest.

“How about this? We meet up tomorrow, a friend of mine works at a small diner right down the street. He would give us a place in the back if we wanted to work and we can get something to eat,” he says, “if the time comes and your tired then we won’t go,” he concludes. You decided to just tell him yes, not like it was a hard choice.

You both said your goodbyes before entering your building and heading towards your room. Your roommate was sitting on her bed, laptop on her lap as she scrolled through Facebook. Her face lit up when she saw you,

“Spill it!” She squealed looking at you hoping for some juicy details of a ‘hook up’.

You raised your eyebrow, “There is nothing to spill,” you tell her, “We sat and talked about our project,”

She groaned loudly, for some reason she was always trying to convince you to sleep with someone. “Come on girl!” She shrieks, “You need to get some of him!” She put her laptop onto her bed and turned to face you. “He’s super cute and I’m pretty sure he likes you,”

You knew she was happy for you but she honestly tended to be a little over the top about it.

“Just forget about it, he’s my project partner,” you didn’t say anything else, you got your bag ready for you long day of classes.

You knew you were asleep, but this dream felt so real to you. The library was quiet, you really enjoyed studying on the second floor of the library cause no one typically ventured down this far. It almost felt like a secret spot to you.

“You like this spot too?” A voice asked, you knew it was Namjoon, you didn’t even have to look up from your book.

“Its quiet and no one can distract me,” you explain continuing to let your eyes scan the book in front of you.

“Can I join you?” You gave him a nod before he pulled a chair up next to you. The both of you studying in silence for what seemed like forever, it was peaceful and calming. That was until you felt his large hand on your knee.

You froze at the sudden contact, finally glancing up from your book only to see him reading his as if nothing was happening.

“N-Namjoon?” You stammer trying to keep yourself calm and to not over think it. He glanced over from his book, only to send you a wink before going back to his reading. What in the world was happening?

You went back to your reading only to feel his hand creep higher up your leg, now reaching your mid thigh. You felt you stomach twist, not in disgust but in excitement. You tried so desperately to focus on your reading. Though his hand just kept creeping higher until reaching the apex of your thigh. You bit your lip, gently squeezing your legs together. His hand squeezed your thigh, he clicked his tongue in displeasure. Using his strength he pried your legs apart, though you didn’t try to fight back, it was easy to say you weren’t apposed to this happening.

Once again looking up from your book, you finally saw him looking at you. His eyes blown with lust, it took your breath away.

“Joon?” You whisper softly as he sets his book down.

He chuckles, “Keep reading babygirl, and remember keep quiet,” he mumbles, “this is a library,”

You aren’t sure what his plan is until you feel his hand creep up and begin to unbutton you jeans. You cheeks begin to heat up but you don’t protest, it almost turned you on more. You continue to try to focus on your book as he shimmy you jeans down your legs. Eventually his hand found its way between your thighs, his long fingers gently rubbing over your clothed core. You held back a moan, you had never been touched like this by anyone.

He felt you tense up and could clearly see the wet spot starting to appear on your underwear,

“Someones excited,” he chuckles glancing up at you, “Have you thought about this, me touching you like this?” He whispers now expecting an answer,

You nod your head, “Y-Yes,” you whimper out, you wanted more, you NEEDED more.

“Now be a good girl and start reading to me, don’t miss a word or I’ll stop,” you couldn’t believe your ears, he wanted you to read? You felt him move your underwear aside, his fingers dipping down through your wet folds. You whimper softly,

“You heard me baby, start reading,” he growls lowly causing a shiver to run down your spine. Slowly you begin to read where you left off, reading something about the Egyptian gods and how the society revolved around them. You had honestly stoped paying attention up until this point.

As you continued to read, his fingers ran through your folds collecting you wetness before gently making circles on your clit. The low moan that left you lips was unintentional and not something you had hoped would come from you but you continued to read.

“You’re so wet baby,” Namjoon mumbles as he kisses your inner thigh, his fingers now trailing towards your entrance before he slowly interested a finger into you.

You couldn’t help but stop reading, you knew if you continued the moan that would have escaped your lips would have alerted the who library. Just like he said, he stoped when you didn’t continue reading.

“What did I tell you babygirl?” He huskily asks, you began to pant unsure if you can answer.

“P-Please daddy,” you whine, “just give me a minute, i-i’ll keep reading~ I promise,” the fact that you had just uttered those words even surprised you seeing as though you didn’t think that was something you were that into.

He gave you a curt nod, “You better beautiful, or I won’t move,” you tried desperately to catch your breath but it took a few moments until you found yourself reading again. Once you began to read, Namjoon slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you. It took every inch of you to not stop or to stumble on your words.

It wasn’t until he added a second finger where things started to go down hill. You began to stutter, soft moans began to leave your lips.

“P-Please, can I stop reading?” You beg hoping to get an answer you liked.

He just chuckled as he stopped his motion, “Why should I let you stop baby?” He teased looking up at you, you didn’t have an answer to his question.

“You gotta study babygirl,” he teases as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you.

“P-Please daddy, I wanna watch you,” you whine causing him to stop,

“You like this?” He begins to move his fingers faster, you put your book down. “If you aren’t gonna read you’re gonna look right at me,” he says looking you directly in the eyes. You gave him a nod locking eyes with him. While keeping eye contact, slowly he leans forward leaving a single kitten like on your clit, almost testing the waters. You bit your tongue to hold back the moan that would have escaped.

Without warning he went straight in, sucking your clit between his lips.

“o-oh fuck,” you whimper as you try to keep eye contact with him, the feeling of his lips harshly sucking on you, while pumping his fingers into you. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. When he finally inserted a third finger, your head rolled back a moan finally leaving your lips. You felt him gently slap your thigh to gain your attention,

“Eyes on me babygirl, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum on my fingers,” you felt yourself get closer to your release,

“Fuck, are you gonna cum babygirl? I feel you tightening around my fingers.” He groans, “You like doing this in public don’t you? You like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” He taunts, you moan not able to form words,

“Answer me,” he growls against your clit as he gently nibbles on it,

“Yes daddy, I like it,” you whines out softly, he chuckled sending vibrations straight to your core.

“I knew you did you slut,” his words only pushing you closer to the edge,

“I’m so close,” you moan, “Please daddy, let me cum,” you beg, he groans at the sound of you begging.

“Go on babygirl, cum for daddy,” he groaned out move his fingers faster. The look in his eyes was enough to throw you over the edge, your legs began to shake as you finally reached your climax. He helped you through your high, working his fingers slowly in and out of you until you finally came down.

“What a good girl~”

Your eyes snapped open, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, you hated wet dreams…. You grumbled to yourself as you looked at your phone and saw that it was seven o’clock, thirty minutes before your alarm as to go off.

“God damn it,” you mumble under your breath as you get out of bed, deciding to take a shower to start the day and maybe you might be able to deal with the aching between your legs.

Your day had honestly started off alright considering waking up earlier than intended. Your first three classes went by rather well, though you had two more to go. Between walking from building to building you stopped into the cafeteria to grab a quick snack seeing as though you wouldn’t be eating until eight o’clock tonight when you met with Joon.

In your rush to get in and out quickly, you ran into something solid,

“(Y/n)? You alight?” A concerned voice asked, you nodded before looking up,

“Yeah, I’m alright Hobi,” you say, “I’m sorry for running into you, I’m in a bit of a rush,” you explain to him, he smiled his bright smile before speaking,

“No harm done! I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the club meeting!” He say as you rush off. Hobi was president of a dance club that you had been apart of since your freshmen year, but it wasn’t until Hobi came around that you guys ever did anything. You were finally doing shows and competitions, it was honestly the most amazing thing. The both of you bonded over a duet you did together that would be considered pretty risky for just friends to do. Ever since then you two were honestly the best of friends.

Rushing towards your next class you munched on a piece of toast, you weren’t running late but if you walked slow enough you would be. You just kept telling yourself that you were almost done and soon you would be meeting with your cute new friend.

Seven o’clock came around and you were trying your best to keep yourself awake, you last class had a quiz that you had completely forgot about and it honestly took everything out of you.

“Hey (y/n),” Namjoon says as he meets you outside of the school building.

You yawn and smile, “Hi Joon,” he frowns, he can clearly see that you were tired.

“Let me take you to your room,” he says with his usual smile, you looked at him in confusion,

“N-No, Joon lets go do our project,” you yawn as you begin to walk, he stops you by gently grabbing your hand,

“Why don’t we go to your room, we can work there if you want,” he says, you nodded sleepily. You must have been that sleepy to invite the boy your roommate shipped you with back to your room. This was a disaster waiting to happen.

Namjoon walked with you into your room, your roommate was no where in sight. Weird, she must have been at her boyfriends room…

“Make yourself at home,’ you yawn as you set you bag down by your desk and promptly take a seat on your bed.

“Fuck~” Namjoon mutters as he checks his phone,

“Whats wrong?” You ask sleepily, you kinda cuddling into your bed.

“My roommates girlfriend is over, meaning I need to find a place to crash tonight,” he mumbles clearly not happy about the predicament.

Without thinking you spoke up, “Stay here,” he seems to freeze in his place, “I don’t mind,” you yawn again now laying down in the bed.

“A-Are you sure (y/n)? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he reasons with you. You pat the empty space next to you, honestly not caring what he did.

He must have realized no work was getting done tonight, because the lights went out and you felt him lay behind you. You could tell he was trying to keep his distance like a gentleman but you weren’t a fan of personal space.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you cuddled closer to his chest, you had always liked being warm when you slept and he was practically radiating heat. Namjoon tensed up behind you, unsure of what to do mainly because he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. Though he felt himself slowly drift to sleep, his arm gently draping over your waist gently. He could help but feel butterflies in his stomach, it was true he found you cute and that he may have gained a crush on you in the small amount of time you knew each other. Though he wasn’t going to complain about what was happening, no way in hell but he just hoped when you both woke up you things wouldn’t be too awkward.

You heard the door slowly open, at what you assumed was, early that next morning. You didn’t pay much mind to it seeing as though you were so comfortable and warm in your bed. The soft giggles of your roommate were faint as you slowly began to wake up from your peaceful sleep. You had begun to realize that you pillow was a bit harder then usual…You eyes fluttered open only to find that your pillow was, in fact, the hard chest that belonged to none other then Namjoon. You knew nothing had happened last night, and that this was nothing more.

“What time is it?” You groan quietly to your roommate,

“A little after seven,” she says just as quietly, “I see you had a fun night,” she teased,

You stuck your tongue out at her, “No, he came over to work on our project and I fell asleep, his roommate had his girlfriend over and needed a place to crash.” You tell her as quietly as you could without waking the gentle giant. Your roommate still giggled and went to her side of the room, you assumed to get ready for the class she had today.

You took this moment to look up at Joons sleeping face, his hair was slightly disheveled and his lips slight agape. Every so often he would softly snore and shift a little. You honestly wished you could have this view all the time. You watched for as he slowly began to wake up, his eyes fluttered open.

A small smile formed on his lips, “Morning,” he mumbled lowly in his deep morning voice.

“Morning Joon,” you say just as softly as you slowly try to sit up, instead he slowly pulls you back,

“Stay for a bit longer,” he groans as he seems to close his eyes again. You honestly didn’t fight him, though you knew your roommate wasn’t gonna let you live it down. It wasn’t much longer until your eyes fluttered shut again and you fell asleep.

You woke up again, this time to a tickling feeling against your neck. It didn’t take you long to realize that it was Namjoon’s breath against your neck. His face was buried into your neck, his lips ridiculously close to touching your skin. You tried so hard to control your breathing, to ignore the feeling of arousal starting to pool between your legs. Just the idea of his lips on your neck was enough to cause said aching between your legs.

Namjoon groans in his sleep, shifting closer to you, his lips now brushing gently against the nape of your neck. You bit your lip in order to hold back the whimper that was rising from your throat. This man had no idea what he was doing to you. You continued to feel his lips lightly brush against your neck for a few moment, holding back was becoming incredibly hard. You wanted to move but his arm was securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him, maybe he was aware of what he did to you…

You tried to push that thought away from you there was no way he knew, well that’s what you thought. Not seconds later did his lips press against your neck, not roughly but just enough that a the whimper you had been holding back finally made an appearance. His lips didn’t move, it was clear that he was still asleep.

“J-Joon,” you whisper out in hopes that maybe he would wake up, He just groaned in his sleep, his lips continuing to graze your neck.

“Namjoon,” you breath out, trying to hide your embarrassment, you honestly couldn’t believe that something this simple was turning you on. Slowly he began to shift, his lips moving away from you now as his eyes opened.

“(Y/N)?” He groans as he slowly wakes up, you sat there trying to catch your breath. You heart was still pounding in your chest,

“Are you okay?” He asked, clear concern laced in his voice.

You nod your head, “Y-Yeah, just woke up from a weird dream,” you stammer out trying to keep yourself calm. He sits up looking at you, he was worried about you clearly.

“I’m alright, I promise,” you say, “do you have class today? We can do some of our project today.” You say trying to change the subject. He rubs his eyes, before shaking his head,

“I have a club meeting tonight but that’s about it,” he replies, he keeps an arm wrapped around you as you chatted,

“You’re in a club?” You question, you assumed he was in some sort of ‘smart person’ club but you wouldn’t actually admit that out loud.

“A childhood friend wanted me to join a club with him,” he says with a nod,

“Who’s your friend? If you don’t mind me asking,” you ask honestly kinda curious to see if you know them.

“His names Hoseok,” he says with a shrug,

You sat there shocked for a second, “Wait, Jung Hoseok?” You ask, when he nodded you nearly had a heart attack, “You’re joining the dance club?” You blurted, you really hoped he didn’t take offense to that.

He laughed and nodded, “Yes, I know it’s a bit strange. He roped a bunch of our friends together to do some sort of dance together,” he laughed, “He even managed to ask our friend Seokjin and Yoongi to come back to join it,” He explained, now you were interested,

“Wait, Min Yoongi?” You ask, “The music production major, who on the last day literally cussed out the professor?” You squack, causing the both of you to laugh. His laugh was honestly adorable to say the least.

“Yes that Yoongi,” he confirmed, “We all became friends at a young age and we all just kinda stayed together I guess.” He chuckled, you smiled hearing that. You didn’t have many friends growing up, and the ones you did lost contact and you all just kinda faded away. Not like you really cared seeing as though you never really liked having friends anyways.

“I didn’t realize he would be someone to be into dancing,” you mutter causing Namjoon to chuckle, there were no other words spoken for a few moments.

Eventually, the both of you began to work on your project. You both of you throwing ideas back and forth of the strangest thing.

“Hear me out,” you begin with a giggle, “What about these two friends live together, and one of them becomes possessed by a demon,” you explain, “the demon sees that the friend it’s possessing is madly in love with the other. So it spends all its time trying to get them together,” you conclude looking at his face for any sort of thought.

A bright smile spread across his face, “Thats amazing! It’s perfect!” He says happily, jotting it all down in his notes. The both of you continued to work for most of the day, it seemed like both of your minds just joined together as one.

Before you realized it, it was nearly time for you to head to club.

He began to pack up his things, “So I’ll see you there?” He asked with a happy smile, you gave him a happy nod before saying goodbye. Once he left, you threw on your more dance worthy clothing before grabbing your water bottle and keys, before locking your door and leaving.

You were one of the first to arrive after Hobi, he was quick to run to you and engulf you into the tightest hug imaginable.

You were happy to give him an even bigger hug, “Hobi!” You squeal happily, his cute laugh filled the room as you both just stood embracing each other. Though it honestly hadn’t been that long since you had seen him, you both often greeted each other this way.

It was honestly the one thing you looked forward to. If it weren’t for Hobi, you wouldn’t be the person you were today. As you waited for the rest of the club, the both of you stretched and spoke together about the things you had done over your summer or just random things that you both had been up to.

Eventually a few stragglers came in before the large group of boys that you were kind of familiar with. The three you recognized was, of course, Namjoon who walked beside Yoongi. You had only seen him a few times, Yoongi was pretty quiet when he wasn’t with his friends. You had nearly worked a project with him, a singer was needed, you had auditioned but the day you were asked to go in they had turned everyone away. He had decided to do something different.

The last person you recognized was Jimin, you had met him through the club. He was a true sweetheart and was honestly a dance god. You honestly envied his talent, he was an amazing dancer with so much passion. You had both danced together once, you had nearly won a competition his first time doing the club.

Hoseok’s voice filled the room as he greeted his friends from where he was standing, you could tell he was extremely happy to see that they had actually decided to show up. He waved you over with a wide smile, you cautiously walk over not exactly sure how this would go over.

“Guys! This is (Y/N), she’s another good friend of mine!” He introduces, you gave an awkward smile and wave as they all introduced themselves. Jimin greeted you with a sweet hug as the others just kinda waved.

“I’m just so glad you guys are here!” He cheers with a giggle, each person broke into a pretty wide smile. This years club was going to be an interesting one, you could tell.

A few months had gone by, Namjoon and yourself had gotten closer than ever. If you squinted you would honestly think you were an actual couple, well most people believed that you were anyways. You were always together, either working on your project or just hanging out together. Hobi had noticed the two of you getting close, so he decided to make you dance partners. It was honestly the most amazing thing to happen, it only brought you two closer together.

So close that your roommate just wouldn’t stop teasing you, asking when you were finally gonna take things to the next step. You obviously told her that you both weren’t in that kind of relationship, she would just roll her eyes and continue to tease you.

Today was like any other day, except today you stayed in his room. The both of you sat in his bed watching a random movie that played on his computer. You two often did this on the weekends, it was a way for you to de-stress and just spend time away from everyone.

Though something was different, Namjoon seemed nervous. He arm was slung over your shoulder, you wanted so desperately to cuddle into his side.

Recently the stresses of college had really gotten to you, all the work and projects you had to get done where starting to take its tole. You hadn’t been sleeping well, you hadn’t been eating well and honestly you had gone a week or so without interacting with anyone, that included going to your favorite club.

“Are you okay?” Joon questions snapping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t speak for a few seconds, the only sound to be heard was the sound of the tv.

“I’m alright,” you finally answer, “I’m just glad to be finally having a break from everything.” You whisper softly, he gave a small nod before pulling you closer to his side. The faint smell of his cologne fulled your nose instantly calming you down.

“Thanks Joonie,” you mumble snuggling into him more, if that’s even possible. You heard him chuckle a little. You glanced up to him, much to your surprise he was looking at you, his dimpled smile showing. You found yourself glancing down at his lips a few times, honestly wondering if they were a soft as they looked. He seemed to notice you gaze rather quickly, he was always a little slow when it came to the signs but he could see that this was something you might have wanted. He slowly leans towards you, his lips now extremely close to yours.

“N-Namjoon,” you whisper, looking into his dark eyes. Concern filled them for a second, afraid he had done something wrong. “Kiss me, please,” you tell him, not wanting to wait another second. He seems frozen at your request, so you took the leap of faith. Gently you connected your lips together, it was clear that the both of you were nervous.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, before he pulled away slowly, you heart was beating out of your chest. Before you knew it, his hands gently grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his lap you legs straddling him. One of his hands sat gently on your side while the other caressed the back of your neck. He pulls you back in for another kiss, this one passionate and showed all the feelings he had. His hand held you close as his tongue gently snaked his way into your mouth. Was this was really happening?

You couldn’t help but involuntarily rolling your hips against his causing the both of you to moan into each others mouths. You finger tangled in his hair holding him as close as you could get him. Was this actually happening? You’d never done this with anyone before but you weren’t going to stop, this felt way too right.

You pulled away from his lips, both of you trying to catch your breath. Cautiously his lips trailed down your neck, leaving feather light kisses everywhere that he could. You let out a soft sign, the feeling foreign but pleasant. As he became more confident in himself, his lips pressed harder onto your neck occasionally sucking and nipping at the skin cause soft moans to slip past you lips. His hands began to wander cautiously, giving you an opportunity to stop him at any time. You hadn’t planed to stop him, even after his hands began to wander under your shirt touching your bare waist. He pulled away from your neck, looking you in the eyes asking for permission. You simply nodded, you didn’t have to say words the both of you could practically feel each others energies.

His lips connected to yours again, you grabbed the edge of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off of you. The kiss continued for a few moments before he too shed his shirt. Your hands began to trail his toned stomach, he was so well built…

A groan escaped his lips as a hands began to trail up towards your chest, his hands cupping your cloth covered breasts gently almost testing the waters. Once again his lips trailed down your neck heading towards your semi-exposed chest. Taking this chance, you reach behind to unclasp your bra letting it fall from your chest. He doesn’t hesitate to let his lips wander further down until his lips attached to one of your nipples. You couldn’t stop the moan that trembled from your lips causing him to glance up at you and pull away,

“You gotta be quiet, we don’t need everyone hearing,” he chuckled with a small smirk causing wetness to pool between your legs. He left a few kitten likes against your nipple before seeing your reaction, “Unless you want everyone to know.” This caused another moan to surface giving him the answer he was looking for. He used his strength to lay you down on your back, him hovering above you. His lips continuing to assault your breasts, leaving small love bites and soft kisses as he worked his way down towards you stomach.

“Joon, please,” you whine softly trying to keep your voice down. He left light kisses near your navel as he slowly began to pull down your sweatpants. Lifting your hips off the bed to help get your pants off. He wasted no time, leaving light kisses against you thighs leaving your body shaking with anticipation. He silently drank in your form before leaning down kissing near the waistband of your panties, he glances up at you almost silently asking for permission which you happily gave him. He pulled them down your legs carefully, you hear him audibly groan at the sight of you.

“You’re so wet baby,” he groans as he begins to kiss your thighs again making his way higher and higher. He parts your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he dives in. His tongue automatically finding your clit, you bit your lip silencing the cry that the whole building would likely had heard. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life, his mouth felt amazing.

“H-Holy shit, that feels so good,” you moan softly, you felt him smile against you, occasionally groaning as he continued to eat you out. The closer you to to your high, which was a lot faster than you would hope, the harder it became to hold back your moans.

“Joon, I’m so close, please,” you beg trying to keep your voice down as low as you could, your grip in his hair tightened causing him to groan. You hips bucked up against his face, trying to chase your orgasm. He flattens his hands against your stomach, pinning you down so you couldn’t move. This only brought you closer, after a few moments of chasing your much needed orgasm he growls against you,

“Cum for me, baby,” That was all it took before you were thrown over the edge, the idea of him being able to bring you to an orgasm with just his tongue only seemed to intensify it.

“Joon,” you whine as you came down from your high but his ministrations didn’t stop. You tried to push him away but he held you down. It was only a moment before he from between your legs, crawling up your body and kissing you lustfully. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as you fought for dominance. His fingers gently touched your sensitive clit causing you to gasp against his lips, he pulls away slightly,

“Relax baby,” he whispers, “I have to prep you for me,” he nips at your neck, as his fingers trail down towards your entrance you grab his hand.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks, now feeling embarrassed, his eyes softened.

“What’s wrong?” He asked genuinely concerned about this, you covered your face in embarrassment.

“I-I’m a virgin,” you mumble, gently he moved your hands from your face. He looks directly into your eyes, you could only see love in his eyes.

“It’s alright,” he kisses your cheek sweetly, “If you want to stop we can, I don’t wanna rush you,” he begins, “If not, I will be really gentle alright? I would never hurt you,” he whispers, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he actually cared that much for you….

“Please keep going,” you whisper, “I trust you,” you watch as his smile grew wider, the love in his eyes only grew brighter.

“Then I will be really gentle, you just have to tell me if I’m hurting you,” he says; you give him a nod of understanding before he continued. His lips connected to yours once more in a quick kiss before he gently laid his forehead against yours, his finger circling your entrance. You gave him a small nod while looking into his eyes. He took the first step, slowly inserting a finger into you. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to start with, kinda uncomfortable but the longer you adjusted. You knew this was just the beginning though.

Slowly he began to move his finger, testing the water to see how you were feeling, the moan that escaped your lips seemed to egg him on. His pace slowly quickened, before slowly entering a second finger into the mix. He halted his motions for a few moments,

“You’re doing so well beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, along with a few other encouraging words that seemed to shoot a tingling sensation right down to your core.

“M-Move, please,” you whine not wanting him to hold back any more. He took that as his cue, starting a slow almost teasing pace that drove you crazy. Though the slow pace didn’t exactly last too long, it began to pick up. His eyes never left yours, watching as your face would contort in please just by the flex of his fingers.

“J-Joon,” you moan, “I want you,” he didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself off the bed, finding a condom not in his desk but his roommates. This made you giggle,

“he won’t notice, the guy goes through them like candy,” he grumbles as he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. His hard cock hits his stomach, the tip already leaking pre-cum as he put the condom on and hovered above you.

“This will hurt a little, alright? But just for a minute,” he advices as he lined up with your entrance. Once he slowly began to sink into you, holding back tears you pulled him closer to you burying you face into the crook of his neck. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you laid together adjusting to his size, the pain slowly turned into a dull ache and eventually nearly nothing.

“Y-You can move,” you tell him as he pecks your lips. Slowly he pulls himself out and back in, setting a slow pace just to start out. Soft moans continued to flow from your lips, trying so hard to keep quiet but it was proving a harder task than you thought.

He kept the slow pace for a few minutes, the he began to speed up until he was nearly pounding into you. All you could do was moan his name as you were, once again, building up towards your orgasm. Namjoon left soft kisses against your neck, leaving love bites in his wake,

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He growls against your neck,

You hold back the loud moan you were threatening to let out, “yes,” you moan, “Yes daddy,” you whimper, you felt his tense slightly at the name he was just called. A blush crept up your neck and to your cheeks, you honestly believed you had screwed up.

“Call me that again,” he groans into your ear as he began to snap his hips forward thrusting deeper than before.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I’m so close please,” you sob trying to keep your cries to a dull roar but you were ultimately failing. He continues to thrust, now rougher than ever but you could tell that the name was really getting to him. You could feel the knot in your stomach endlessly tightening but it wasn’t enough, you needed something else. Almost as if he read your mind, his hand snuck down between your bodies, his finger tips drawing tight circles on your clit.

“Come on baby,” he groans, “Cum for daddy,” he growls while making eye contact with you. You felt the knot snap, you pull Namjoon down into a suffocating kiss, muting the loud moan that escaped as you found your release. Namjoon followed behind, as he felt your walls tighten around him his thrust got sloppy, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Shit, fuck,” he groans into your neck as he released into the condom. His thrusts continued until he nearly collapsed on top of you. The both of you panting, trying to catch your breath. Before he got to comfy he tied the condom off and threw it in the trash. He pulled the blankets over the both of you, and pulled you towards his chest, his heart was still racing.

“That was amazing,” you say softly, cuddling into his chest. He only nodded in agreement, taking a few minutes to figure out what he wanted to say. That was until the sound of his door unlocking brought you both out of your daze.

You weren’t prepared for who walked in.

“Woah, what the fuck…” a familiar voice said, the both of you glanced over only to see your roommate and her boyfriend walk in.

“No fucking way!” Your roommate squeals in, honest to god, joy. You buried your face into Namjoon’s chest to hide the deep red blush that appeared.

“Can you guys like, leave?” Namjoon asked, hoping that they wouldn’t over stay their welcome. The both of them laughed, his roommate grabbing a few things before heading back towards the door,

“So this is what it feels like to be walked in on?” He mumbled causing you and Joon to laugh. When the two of them left, leaving you two alone did he finally speak.

“I want to take you out,” he mumbles, “Please… I kind of did this in the wrong order,” he rubbed the back of his neck. You giggled at him, his nervousness was honestly the cutest thing.

“I would love to go out Joonie,” you say kissing his cheek, “Now can we take a nap?” You ask with a giggle. He gave a wide smile before nodding.

“Of course beautiful,” he whispers as the both of you lay down, he pulls you into his warm chest before the both of you fall asleep.

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youreacowgirllikeme · 4 years ago

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Objection

Note: I’m a sucker for AUs, so here is a Lawyer!Chris fic nobody asked for, the plot (or whatever) is veery loosely inspired by this book I’m reading atm (The Hating Game) and by the the fact that Chris talking about lawyer stuff is incredibly hot to me

Warning: swearing (a lot), smut, Chris bashing (for the story line, pls don’t take this seriously, I adore this man to death), NSFW, slight exhibitionism

Plus another warning, I am not a lawyer or trained in any other legal profession, so if there are inaccuracies in the way I used certain terms I am sorry

„Objection, your honor, this is hearsay!” you shouted, shooting a furious glance over to the defense table, and to the absolute menace standing in front of it.

Chris Cuomo. The most obnoxious, arrogant, loud-mouthed asshole you ever had the misfortune to meet in court. He was a senior partner at one of New York’s most prestigious law firms, specialized on getting their wealthy clients out of everything from tax fraud to outright corruption.

This man stood for everything that, in your opinion, was wrong with the justice system and this country in general. Everything about him screamed elitist, boarding school, frat boy, preppy rich guy that had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He flaunted his famous last name around whenever he had the chance and it got him right to the top of the business.

You, on the opposite, went to law school on a scholarship, worked your ass of and now practiced law working for the district attorney to prosecute and convict the very people Cuomo tried to kept out of jail to afford the ridiculous Upper East Side Penthouse he probably had. You tried to push the fact that he was one of the most brilliant lawyers you knew aside, because you just hated him. No respect, no admiration for his legal genius, he was the bane of your existence fair and square.

You clashed heads in court more than once, and by now he knew exactly how to rile you up, smug bastard. His current client was accused of tax and investment fraud of incredible extent, and there he was, trying to discredit your main witness in front of the jury with some ridiculous accusations about them having a personal vendetta against the defendant. You saw your case crumbling in front of you as the witness got tangled up in Cuomo’s relentless questioning, stumbling over their own words, their credibility shrinking with each minute.

He did what he did best, lulling in people with his charm and striking when they least expected it. And he always did it with his disgusting smile on his disgustingly handsome face. Yes, of course he had to be a hot, fit, well-built asshole, making your professional life miserable at every chance he got.

Sometimes, he even had the audacity to wink at you. In court. During a trial. You wanted to punch him in his perfect face more than anything else.

The judge disrupted your thoughts.

“Dismissed, Ms. Y/L/N, and mind your tone in my courtroom. And Mr. Cuomo, please keep your questions professional or this interrogation will be over.” The judge said, shooting the both of you a warning glance.

“No more questions anyway, your honor, I think the jury heard it all.” Cuomo said, and almost strutted back to the defense table. And with a look over to the jury, you knew he was probably right. They eyed your witness suspiciously, and you almost wanted to stomp down out of pure rage. The fucker just destroyed your chance for a swift conviction right in front of your eyes. You needed more time to gather new evidence, or this would be over.

“Your honor, the prosecution is asking the court for adjournment.” You said, trying your best to not let your frustration show.

“Granted, the trial will be continued tomorrow. Court is dismissed.”

You put the case files into your bag and practically stormed out of the court room, passing the defense table without as much as a sideward glance.

But he caught up with you in the parking deck of the building.

“You’re aware you can’t win this one, right, Y/L/N? It’s all circumstantial, even you should see that.” His smug voice suddenly said from behind you as you were just about to get into your car.

You whirled around, pulse hammering in your chest out of pure anger.

“This is unprofessional even by your standards, Cuomo, I’m not discussing this case with you in a parking lot. Now why don’t you get into this environmental nightmare you call a car and leave me the hell alone.” You hissed, pointing over to where his obnoxiously big SUV was standing.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Y/L/N, just because you can’t handle yourself in court.” He said, smirk still firmly in place. His hands were playing with the car keys, and you were mesmerized for a second by how large his hands were. They looked like shovels.

“Whatever you’re plotting in that weird little brain of yours, stop staring at me.” Cuomo said, actually sounding a bit unsettled. You snapped out of it and went right back into anger mode.

“Staring at you? God, you’re so fucking full of yourself, aren’t you, you condescending prick? Not everything revolves around you and your spoiled ass, Cuomo.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, girl?” he snapped, raising his voice now. You clearly got to him, and seeing a crack in his arrogant façade gave you a satisfying sense of triumph. You couldn’t stop now, even if his angry face was screaming danger.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, your highness, are you used to people worshipping the ground you walk on because you had the dumb luck to be born with the Cuomo name? Fun fact, nobody cares, you’re still an asshole, just with a fancy suit.” You really threw all caution away, and one look at Cuomo told you that you’ve definitely gone too far.

Because he was livid. There was a vein on his temple that was literally pulsating, his hands were balled to fists at his side and his blue eyes were so full of fury that you were scared to look directly at him.

He took two giant steps in your direction, backing you up against your car. You were caught, Cuomo’s giant frame in front of you with no way to escape his wrath.

You looked up at him, daring to meet his eyes directly. He looked at you like he was about to kill you. You tried to recall your fury from some seconds ago, but the heat radiating from his body and the way his huge arms had you trapped on both sides of your head were making it impossible for you to focus. Damn him for being so attractive. You wanted to fight him, but you also wanted to press yourself against his body and feel what was underneath that suit.

“You presumptuous little…” he spat, stopping himself before saying something truly insulting. He took a deep breath, and looked at you again. And then he saw it.

The way you were biting your lip, the way your pupils were dilated.

And he smiled, a cruel smirk that send shivers down your spine. He brought his face even closer to yours and dropped his voice.

“You know, I got really good at reading people, comes with the job, I guess. But you are making it so easy for me, Y/L/N, look at you?” His mouth was at your ear now, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“Do you really want me to leave you alone? Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

You could barely think straight anymore, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it just came out as an embarrassing, needy whimper.

He chuckled darkly, and goosebumps broke out all over your body. Why did this man, that you hated more than almost anyone else, reduce to a state of arousal you had never experienced before just by whispering in your ear? Your panties were already soaked, and he didn’t even touch you. With your last few functioning brain cells, you cursed your needy, weak body, before you tiled your head to the side, baring your neck to Chris mouth.

He breathed over your skin, teasing you without actually touching. You felt like you were going insane.

“Please.” You whispered.

“What? Use your words, darling.”

“Kiss my neck, touch me, anything, just do it, asshole.” You hissed, glad you were able to form a coherent sentence.

“So impolite.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before starting to suck lightly. You moaned softly and pressed your pelvis into his. You could feel his hardness through his slacks, his unaffected behavior was clearly an act, he was just as aroused as you were.

One of his hands went down to squeeze your ass hard, bringing another surge of wetness to your panties.

Seeing him getting into this gave you some of your courage back, and you started to grind against him, making him growl against your neck.

“Is that everything you got, Cuomo.” You asked, trying to rile him up a bit. You really enjoyed the way he was manhandling you, as much as it pained you to admit it. But his hands were wandering under your skirt now, so you might as well just go with it.

Your provocative behavior clearly had the desired effect on him, because he grabbed your waist in a bruising grip, spun you around and pinned you against your car, his erection pressing against your ass. He yanked up your skirt and tore off your panties, leaving your lower body completely bare.

By now, you were glad that you picked the parking spot on the top floor, because your two cars were the only ones left and no one would come up here at this hour to catch you, about to be railed against your vehicle by Chris Cuomo.

“My, my, Y/L/N, this really turns you on, doesn’t it?” You could hear his breathy voice from behind you, and then felt a thick finger slowly being pressed into your aching pussy, followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, you already are so wet for me.” Chris growled.

“Are you going to fuck me soon, or do I have to take care of it myself?” You asked, teasingly.

He swore under his breath and gave your ass a sharp slap, making you welp.

You heard the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of foil.

“You really brought a condom to court, Cuomo? Wow, you are even more shameless than I imagined.”

“Shut up.” He growled, and you did, because he lined up his cock and slowly started pressing into you. He was big, and you had to bury your face into your arm to muffle the obscene sounds coming out of your mouth at the feeling of being stretched like this. He bottomed out with a low moan, and immediately started a fast, hard pace, pushing you against your car with every move of his hips.

You turned your head around to look at him. His face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you.

The friction was delicious, and he was hitting a perfect spot deep inside you with every thrust. Your moans became louder and louder, and he pressed one of his large hands over your mouth.

“Be quiet, you don’t want someone to catch little Miss Righteous being screwed in the parking lot by big, bad Cuomo, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear between husky breaths, and you could only cry out against his palm as he was speeding up his thrusts. The idea of someone catching you here was as arousing as it was terrifying.

Suddenly, Chris other hand sneaked around you to press on your clit, hard, and you screamed into his hand as your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, your walls gripping his cock like a vice while he was still fucking you through your climax.

“That’s it, darling, come for me. Fuck.” He groaned, before suddenly going tense as he reached his peak as well, cock buried deep inside you.

You slumped against your car with a huff, and the brief glimpse you caught of your reflection in the window made you question what you just did even more. Not only did you have (amazing, mind-blowing) sex with the opposing lawyer, he also absolutely wrecked you, you looked like you just had the roughest night ever with your hair undone, your makeup smudged and your panties in shreds on the floor of the parking lot. You hastily pulled down your skit again and tried to fix your hair as much as possible to get a minimum of decorum back.

Chris was just disposing the condom into a nearby bin, already looking calm and composed again. You hated him for that, and for the broad, self-satisfied grin that was all over his face again. And still, your heart gave a little flip as he approached you.

“That was fun.” He smirked, “We should definitely do that again. But not today, I’m busy. See you in court.”

He started to make his way to his car, and there was definitely a spring in his step.

“In your dreams, Cuomo.” You mumbled after him but couldn’t suppress a smile. That was, until you looked into the side mirror of your car to check your makeup and saw the giant, purple bruise on the side of your neck.

“Cuomo!” you screamed. “Come back here right now, you imbecile, you gave me a fucking hickey!”

“Better wear a scarf then tomorrow!” he called, entering his car. “And don’t make plans for after the trial, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate my victory. And I mean that.”

And with that, he drove off. And as much as you hated yourself to admit it, you were really looking forward to having dinner with this idiot. After you destroyed him in court, of course.

#chris cuomo #chris cuomo fanfiction #chris cuomo x reader #smut #cnn #cnn anchors #fanfiction #chris cuomo fic

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chiwhorei · 5 years ago

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Hey I would like to propose something rather dirty with Sakusa (sakusa and dirty in the same sentence: O) that he's having sex while his girlfriend is on her period! Thanks, good luck!

Paring: K. Sakusa x period-having!reader (i’m going to use gender neutral pronouns bc not just girls have menstrual cycles)

Warnings: 18+, all characters are aged up, smut, period sex, fingering, shower sex, mentions of menstrual blood, brief mention of alcohol

A/n: this ask has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i’m so sorry, i literally wrote is all out and then it just sat there (?) Sakusa has a very special place in my heart as i deal with ocd and anxiety disorders, so i think it’s important to remember that people are dynamic and ever-changing, and just because they have a certain anxiety doesn’t mean they aren’t able to function in a romantic relationship.

also, @joyousandverywarlike just wrote an *insane* Sakusa fic. it’s not about period sex but zo literally said “I bet you never thought I would be dirtier than you” and i about fell down the fucking stairs, so if you want some amazing Sakusa smut go read Filthy.😩

Okay enough with the proselytizing, let’s get nasty.

period sex is amazing, and honestly i think everyone should be doing it, even Sakusa.

he’s a very clean person, but i don’t think he would actually have a problem with this. he’s around bodily fluids all the time and gets all sweaty and gross while he’s playing.

(also i’m p sure there’s a panel where he literally stretches his hands on the fucking dirty floor so my dude will be fine)

he is an anxious person so feeling comfortable with your body takes time, and you have always been patient with him, which he appreciates more than he actually expresses.

he loves you so much, it kills him that sometimes his anxieties keep him from being super affectionate with you, but he tries to show you he cares in the best ways he knows how

i headcannon him as having an “acts of service” love language so on cold mornings he goes out and starts your car for you before leaving for practice, or he throws your towel in the dryer as your showering and brings it to you all nice and warm (i am so soft for him okay he’s my comfort character the nasty is coming)

sex was slow-starting in your relationship, taking months to have him feel confident enough to let go completely with you, so the idea of him actually wanting to have sex with you on your period never seemed plausible

but tonight, your cramps are intense. like twisting-knife-in-your-ovaries bad, and your ever observant boyfriend can tell how much pain you’re in

he’s not great with bedside manner, but he’s trying okay. without a word he puts his shoes and mask on and fucking leaves the apartment 💀

but he’s just going to the store to buy you chocolate and some red wine because he read that it could help, and at least the wine will make you feel better in some way

in the most unromantic way he literally just waltzes back into the apartment and shoves a chocolate bar into your hands, and goes to the kitchen to pour you a glass of wine

he’s so soft in his own way 😭

you happily accept both offerings and he pulls you into his side on the couch, physical touch was panic-inducing to him at first but over the years he’s realized he yearns for skinship with you

he puts his big hand (😩) on your abdomen and rubs circles into your skin, trying to ease your pain in anyway.

as he’s rubbing though, you’re cheeks are burning hot because your body is so sensitive and reactive on your period, a moan accidentally slips out and your whole body tenses

you immediately start to worry that Kiyoomi is going to grimace and be disgusted by you, his head snaps towards you but there’s no disgust written on his face.

his eyes read surprised, yes, but his pupils are blown and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth... he’s turned on and you are more than a bit shocked

“I read online that orgasms can help with period cramps.” Your boyfriend blurts out, as blunt as ever, and your mouth hangs. Is he serious?

you’re obviously treading lightly based on his hang ups when it comes this kind of stuff, and the knowledge that he has a way to possibly make you feel better but you not wanting to ask makes his heart ache a little

he puts his forehead against yours for a moment, taking in the smell of your shampoo before pulling you gently to straddle his lap

even the minimal friction makes you groan, causing blood to rush straight to Kiyoomi’s cock

“do you want to go take a shower with me, angel? the hot water might help you relax.” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips

you agree and let your boyfriend lead you to the bathroom, he starts the shower and makes sure it’s nice and scalding hot (there’s no way Sakusa doesn’t shower in a lake of hellfire)

he pulls you into the stream and trails his soapy hands all over your body, pressing into your shoulders to relieve the tension built up

kiyoomi presses your back to his hard, muscular front, hands wandering down to your chest, you arch into him as he squeezes your acutely sensitive nipples

his ministrations are relaxing your body but every touch is becoming less and less innocent, so by the time his fingers wander down to your clit you’re already whimpering

“i want to help you feel better angel,” he says, trailing his lips over your neck, his dark ringlets tickling your shoulder, “you know i don’t mind getting a little dirty if it’s for you.”

just as the words leave his mouth, two long fingers dip into your pussy, ripping a groan from your throat.

Sakusa feels your tight warmth in a new way, you’re clenching around his digits immediately and there’s a soft, syrupy quality to your pussy that’s different than usual. the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers alone is driving him insane

he positions his thumb against your clit to rub tight circles, kissing and biting down on your neck when your head rolls to the side

all of the pleasure Koyoomi is giving you is magnified, feeing each movement of his hands electricly through your veins

“do you want to cum on my fingers y/n?”he’s spurring you on, making you clench desperately around him. your hand finds purchase in the hair at the back of his head tugging as the tension in your stomach snaps

your only upright because of your boyfriends strong arms wrapped around you, fingers still inside and marveling at the way you pulse around him.

he’s obviously doing this to ease your cramps and help you relax, but his cock is aching at the feeling of your pussy and needs to get inside of you desperately

Sakusa grabs your hips and turns you around, pinning you against the wall with ferocious resolve

he’s more wild animal at this point than man, hungry for something now that’s he’s gotten a little taste

he hoists you up slightly so that he can line himself up with your cunt, he pushes in slowly, not wanting to cause you any pain

as he delves in inch by inch, the feeling of your slick, relaxed walls welcoming him in and the breathy calls for his name are intoxicating

he rocks into you, noticing how each thrust has you twitching, begging him not to stop

“feels so good oomi. fuck” you run your nails across his slick back, the hot, rushing water combined with your sex is fogging every surface of the bathroom

“cum for me one more time, angel. let me see how good i make you feel.” he snaps back into you, angling your ass to make sure he’s pumping right against your sweet spot. he wants to feel you come around his dick like this, but he also wants you to know he can push past his anxieties and take care of you

especially if taking care of you feels this fucking good

when he feels your warm, drooling cunt pulse around him he can’t hold back anymore, spilling inside you with a round of breathy grunts and moans of your name

you stay like that for a moment, presses against the shower wall tightly wrapped i. each other.

he helps you clean off, taking his time to rub every inch of your body, your cramps melt off in the hot water and circle down the drain

after you two are nice and clean, Kiyoomi wraps you in the towel he had thrown into the dryer before your shower. 🥴

i’ll pray for all of you’re nasty Sakusa thoughts,

amen🙏🏽😇

Sinners Anonymous

#sinners anonymous #saint dymphna speaks #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi

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nightshade-minho · 5 years ago

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3021:Starless

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Warnings: Nothing much for this chapter. Scenes of mild violence. Future smut. Please view the teasers before reading this part.

Word Count: 2.9k

Hyunjin x fem! Reader, Minho x fem! Reader, Jisung x fem! Reader

A rainy summer’s day.

Oxymoronic, yes...but what was Neos, if not a city of oxymorons?

The larger part of the city was crammed with skyscrapers, packed atop each other. The streets were filled with rich cyborgs and their androids, chatting away on their neodisks and living their glamorous, expensive lives.

The rain definitely wasn’t affecting them too much. Water-resistant metal plating and advanced technology made it possible for them to live their lives as usual, despite the heavy downpour.

However, things were different out here. The outskirts of the city were a lot quieter, the streets empty and deserted. There were no skyscrapers here, just sad-looking buildings and dilapidated abodes. Here, nearly everyone was made of junk and scrap metal dating back to 2032- the rain was a huge inconvenience for most.

As you walked down the street, you made sure to wrap your cloak around you tighter. You couldn’t afford any repairs at the moment.

Though that would change soon, once you finally manage to earn your Phantom license. You smiled as you thought about the crescents you’d win with each bounty. You’d finally be able to buy a new arm...

Two fingers in your right arm had stopped working years ago- you’d made do with it till now, but being a Phantom meant that you would need your bionic arm to be fully functional, since it was your dominant one. You’d learnt to use your left hand to carry out most tasks- though it was flesh and bone, and weaker than your right, it was definitely more reliable. It never glitched out on you.

Sometimes, you wished you were entirely human. Being one of the 98% of Xaliens who were technologically advanced definitely had its perks- but it was also expensive. You were glad for Mr. Han’s discounts.

You continued walking, the icy cold air biting at your skin, and making you shiver. It was supposed to be summer. You sighed, humming a tune to yourself as you made your way to the shop.

Beep.

Fuck.

That sound could only mean one thing. You paused, the low beeping resonating in your head as you inhaled deeply.

1...2...3-

You swivelled around, slipping your dagger out from your waistband in the process and swinging it at the spindly-legged automaton that had been creeping up on you. As soon as the knife made contact with its large, blue eye, it started glitching, convulsing for a few seconds before dying.

Your chest heaved, eyes wide as you stared at the dead machine. Inching closer, you ripped your knife out of its metal, tucking it back into your pants as you crouched to inspect it closely.

Your suspicions were correct. You pulled your neodisk out of your pocket, scrolling through the news. It only confirmed what you already knew.

It was a Zenx, though it seemed to be a newer model...it looked a lot more advanced than the ones you'd seen photos of. The arrival of the mysterious, hostile androids had been all the news were filled with, recently. Nobody knew where they came from, who was controlling them or what their purpose was. The royal family had offered the people in the poorer areas of the city a generous amount of crescents if they caught the Zenx and sent them along to the palace for observation. The ones who would sign up were to be called the Phantoms.

It was the very reason you were walking down the street to the workshop, despite it being past curfew. Tomorrow, the applications to be a Phantom would have to be filled and submitted. If you wanted to be a cyber-assassin, you’d have to have two fully functioning arms.

You flipped the machine over onto its side. Unlike most androids, these weren’t humanoid. They were strangely creature-like. You took note of the numbers and symbols on its plated metal belly, mentally jotting them down. Wrenching the plate off of it, you pocketed it with a groan. Maybe Jisung could take a look at it, tell you what you needed to know.

You stood up, sighing as you turned around- only to be met with a dark figure standing right in front of you.

Your eyes narrowed, tilting your head at the hooded man and rolling your eyes.

"I know it's you, Minho."

He let out a grunt of frustration, whipping the hood of his cloak off. "Its unfair, really. You're literally scared of nothing...you sure you're a cyborg and not an android?"

"Hmm...You had your hood on. Maybe I would have been scared if you'd shown me your face."

"Har di har." Minho chuckled. "You know you like my face, baby."

You wrinkled your nose. "Don't call me that. And I don't...like your face-" You stammered a little as he came closer, nose almost brushing against yours.

"Yeah? Why are you blushing, then?"

Your eyes widened as you tried to keep your composure. "I am not blushing." You put your hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly.

He shrugged, looking past you at the upturned machine.

"Woah. Is that a Zenx?"

"Maybe."

"You killed it? Alone? Without any government issued weapons?" He asked incredulously.

You glared at him. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"It's just a little surprising, that's all." He smirks at you. "You're a bit of a badass, hm? But all I have to do to get you flustered is lean a little closer."

You frowned at him. "That's not true."

Your watch suddenly let out a beep, and you grunted, standing up and scowling at him.

"I have somewhere to go. Leave me alone." You started walking away from him, sighing as you heard his footsteps follow you. Whipping around, you crossed your arms.

"Honestly, do you have nothing better to do? Are you stalking me or something?"

"You wish, princess. I just happen to be in the same places you are."

You pressed your lips together, rolling your eyes and turning away again, walking a little faster...but he was still right next to you, strolling along beside you as he hummed under his breath.

You stopped, making him stop as well.

"Fucking leave."

"No can do. You think I'm just going to leave you alone, especially after you just got attacked? These streets aren't safe." There was no teasing lilt to his words anymore, and his voice was firm as he looked at you. "I'm walking you to wherever you're going."

"No you're not." You said, trying to keep your tone chilly. "I can take care of myself, okay? I don't need you. I don't need anyone." You snarled.

"Calm down."

"You're lucky my middle finger isn't working." You grumbled under your breath, turning away and walking as fast as you could.

A minute later, you looked behind you, but he was gone. You pushed down the slight disappointment in your heart, and continued on your path.

A few minutes later, you were finally there. You knocked twice on the shutter, tapping your foot impatiently.

Seconds passed by with no response. You couldn’t shout, since you were supposed to be inconspicuous. About four whole minutes passed before he finally opened the shutter.

“Finally! What the fuck, Sung? You knew I was coming at this time.”

He fiddled with his fingers, avoiding eye contact. “I know. It’s just...I feel like Dad’s getting worse. I was feeding him.”

Your glare disappeared, your expression softening. “Oh...sorry.”

Jisung looked up at you. “What are you apologizing for?”

“I just...feel guilty. I could have signed up earlier, if I hadn’t spilled coffee on my hand...I’m so fucking careless.”

“Y/n. You’re doing more than enough to help.” He met your eyes, sighing and looking away again. “Seriously...you don’t have to do this.”

You shook your head firmly. “I will. Mr. Han’s the closest thing I’ve had to a father. I’m not prepared to lose him yet. Besides, once I become a Phantom, I’ll have more crescents than I know what to do with.”

You moved closer, slipping your hood off and brushing a hand through your hair as you gave him a soft smile. “I’ll have more than enough money to take him to the city, and get him admitted in one of the best hospitals. We can finally move out of this shitty neighborhood. I promise you.”

Jisung gave you a weak smile, watching you as you pushed past him, making your way to the reclining chair in the corner of the workshop and collapsing onto it.

You held your hand out. “But in order to make crescents, I need to become a Phantom. And to do that, I need my hand to work right, and I need to be fully charged to pass all my tests tomorrow.”

He chuckled, rolling his sleeves up and flopping onto his chair, rolling over to you. He took your arm, turning it slightly and inspecting it closely.

“Hmm, you really do need a new arm.” He hummed under his breath, grabbing his oculus from the table and peering through it. He held your arm with one hand, using his other to lift each of your fingers individually.

“Hmm, okay. I think I have replacements for your fingers lying around here somewhere...” He rolled to his desk, rummaging through a drawer and pulling out a box filled with prostheses. He scoured it for a few minutes before finally pulling out the appropriate parts.

Coming back over to you, he cocked his head to the side.

“What’s wrong? You look...sad.”

He felt his heart beat a little faster as you looked at him, making eye contact with him. “I’m not sad...just a little nervous, that’s all.”

“You don’t need to be. You’re going to be great. I’ve never met someone so strong, powerful and badass as you.”

“Yeah? Well, I’ve never met someone as kind and funn-”

“Can you lovebirds get a room or something?”

You looked up, laughing as you spotted Jeongin enter, his apron streaked with soot. Jisung’s cheeks turned redder than a tomato, his grip on your hand loosening a little.

“Seriously, though. Jisung, you’re supposed to be working on her, not gushing over her-”

“Hey! Remember you’re supposed to be my a-assistant!” He stuttered. “So instead of running your mouth, come over here and hand me my tools.”

Jeongin smiled, walking forward and lifting the wire up from the floor. Plugging it into the socket, he handed the other end to Jisung.

Jisung stood up, gently brushing your hair behind your ear, heart jumping in his chest as he did so. Exposing the circular socket on your head, he attached the wires to it, turning to arrange his tools as you made yourself a little more comfortable. The whirring sound combined with Jisung’s humming had a calming effect on you, your eyes slowly closing.

Jisung watched as you fell asleep, sighing as he got to work, detaching your arm with his screwdriver as gently as he could.

“You’re so fucking whipped.” Jeongin called, handing Jisung the prostheses.

“Shut up.” Jisung growled, adjusting the oculus attached to his eye as he unscrewed your middle finger and thumb, attaching the new ones with some difficulty. Your arm was an old make- how he wished he had the crescents to get you a new one.

You’ve always been his...guardian angel, for lack of a better word. He wished, for once, he could be the one to protect you. Jisung admired your strength, your tenacity and determination. However...sometimes, just sometimes, he wondered why he couldn’t be the same.

“Seriously though, Hyung...you really need to stop giving her those heart-eyes and just confess, already.”

Jisung looked up at Jeongin, frown settling on his features. “It’s not that simple.” He glanced over at you, eyes still closed as the machine charged the processor embedded in your brain. “She’s not the type to be bothered with things like romance. We’re just friends. In fact, I’m pretty sure she once said I’m like a brother to her.”

Jeongin stayed silent, not wanting to say much more.

There wasn’t really any point in protesting really, because what Jisung said was true, more or less. Love just wasn’t on your agenda.

Jisung shook his head at the boy’s silence, affixing your arm back to you and humming as he did so. He stole glances at your peaceful face from time to time, his heart jumping in his chest.

Maybe one day.

You blinked repeatedly, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the light in the room. Sitting up a little, your eyes landed on Jisung, his back facing you as he worked on something at his desk. You cleared your throat, causing him to turn around and look at you.

“Ah! I didn’t realize you woke up...” He came over, unplugging you. “How are you feeling? Fingers?”

“Yeah, I feel so much more refreshed now.” You lifted up your arm, moving your fingers and making a small sound of delight. “Thank you so much.” You smiled up at him, getting up to wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. Jisung felt his heartbeat speed up, hesitating as he let his hands rest on your waist. All his senses were flooded with you...he almost forgot how to breathe for a second.

It felt too good to have you in his arms. It was scary.

When you finally pulled away, you went over to the corner to grab your cloak, fastening it around you as he felt his heart drop. He didn’t want you to leave yet.

“Hey...wait, let me walk you home.”

“Oh no, I’ll be fine, Sung. You don’t have to do that...besides Mr. Han needs you.”

“Um, Dad’s asleep. Please? Jeongin already left...and I just wanna talk. We haven’t had a proper talk in ages.”

You sighed, pausing. “Fine.”

Jisung walked alongside you as you kicked a small pebble with your foot. The subway tunnels were long abandoned, and you often came here for some peace and quiet. It was also the safest place to take a walk, considering it was after curfew.

“So...how nervous are you? For tomorrow?”

“Just...a little.”

“Don’t be. I know you’ll do great. I can come watch, right?”

“Yeah, I think it’s open to the public...which is why I really don’t want to mess up. I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of so many people.”

“Hmm...don’t worry, it’s going to be a piece of cake for you. I’ve seen you train, Y/n. You’ll be able to handle any challenge they throw at you.”

Suddenly, you remembered the weight in your pocket, eyes widening. “Oh wait...um. I almost forgot to show you...before I came here, I crossed paths with one of them.”

“Them? What?”

“A Zenx. I killed it.”

“Wha...what!?” Jisung spluttered, shocked at the nonchalance with which you uttered those words. You pulled out the piece of metal from your pocket, handing it to him. He stared at it with wide eyes, hands trembling a little as he took it from you, turning it over as he inspected it.

“Y/n...this looks so different from what I’ve seen online...”

“Yeah. They seem to be getting more advanced. I wonder who’s upgrading them...”

“Hmm, it doesn’t have to be a who...but it’s possible. Y/n, you really killed it alone? That could have been dangerous.”

You rolled your eyes. “Please. You’re the one who said I was capable enough.”

“Yeah, but...” He sighed. “I’m sorry. Just a little concerned, that’s all.” He smiled at you. “Now I’m even more convinced that you’re going to be amazing tomorrow.”

You smiled, looking at the floor as you continued along the tunnel.

“So?” You gestured to the plate in Jisung’s hand.

“I left my oculus back home.” He pocketed it, “I’ll inspect it at the workshop... I’ve been reading up on the Zenx lately. Very little information....not much to go off of, but I suspect that...”

You squinted a little as Jisung went off on a tangent, gesticulating as he talked...you tuned him out. Your eyes had noticed something. You blinked, wondering if it was a trick of the light.

Something...was lying on the tracks. Humanoid, it was panting....you stopped Jisung with your arm stretched out, staring at the body that was a short distance away from you. Jisung looked at you with a confused expression, following your gaze and gasping as he noticed it too.

“What the FUCK is that-”

“Shh!”

The figure was lying facedown, writhing a little as it struggled to get to its feet.

You and Jisung shared a look, considering what to do. Putting a finger on your lips, you slowly approached the body, carefully trying your best to not make a sound. Jisung followed, trying his best to be quiet...but as he took another step with his heavy boot, the stones crunched beneath his feet.

The figure looked up, eyes landing right on you, who was closer to it.

Beautiful, onyx eyes..shiny hair and plump lips...you recognized it. Him.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His face twisted into an expression filled with fear and confusion. “P-please...help me...” He begged, crawling a little closer. Jisung grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you away a little, but you stayed put, eyes trained on the man in front of you, brain going into overdrive as you tried to figure out what was happening.

“I- Y/n, he’s-”

“H-hwang Hyunjin.” The man choked out, his voice glitching a little as he collapsed right in front of you, eyes closed as he fell unconscious.

H88.

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kalimagik · 5 years ago

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Hello Lovelies! I know I have been kind of MIA recently other than responding to asks, but I hit this pretty fantastic milestone of 1.3k followers and have been wanting to do a writing challenge for some time! (I’ve had my prompts written for about a month, but I wanted to post it when I was getting less busy)

I cannot thank you all enough for the continued support and love on here. I appreciate every single one of you <3 I hope to get back into writing soon, but until then, I think I can fill myself with reading for submissions to my writing challenge!

With the holidays coming up and my love for the Christmas season, I’m giving my challenge that type of theme, but do not feel obligated to use a holiday theme for your writing :)

So let’s get to it!

RULES:

When you finish, please tag me [ @kalimagik ] and tag #maggieswinterwritingchallenge

Please reblog to increase its reach and participation

If you write more that 1k, please use the “Read More” or “Keep Reading” function

The Usual: Two prompts per person and no more than 2 people per prompt!

For Tropes and Winter Holiday Scenarios, no more than two people for those either and try to only take one if you use them (You can do this in addition to prompts if you’d like!) - Of course, you can utilize a trope in your work even if you don’t claim it, I don’t mind!

Send me an ask with your chosen prompts, scenarios, or tropes, as well as the character you wish to use.

Can be Character X Reader or Character x Character - it doesn’t matter

I primarily write for the Harry Potter fandom, but if you would like to write for Marvel or ATLA or LOK, I will most likely read those because I’m obsessed with both of those universes as well!

If you would like to choose a Winter Holiday Scenario, but do not see a tradition or holiday that you celebrate, please let me know and I will add it! I would love to see everyone’s traditions, but I do not know all of them, so please share them with us all <3

NO SMUT PLEASE! I just haven’t been in much of a smut mood, so I would like to keep this happy and for everyone!

NO INCEST OR TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIPS PLEASE! If you write one, I will most likely read it, but I will NOT be reblogging it.

If you have any triggers at all, please make sure to use them so everyone knows what to expect.

There is currently no end date for this!

1. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” 2. “What are you bloody talking about? This is brilliant!”

- @pregnant-piggy : Blaise Zabini x Reader

3. A: “I can’t do this” B: “Let me help you then”

- @protect-remus : Zuko x Reader

4. A: “You didn’t!” B: “I did” 5. “Don’t be so daft” 6. “That looks really nice on you” 7. “WAIT! Don’t go in there!” 8. “Voilà! I was right” 9. A: “You let me win, didn’t you?” B: “The smile on your face was well worth it” 10. “I’m too cold. From my nose to my toes” 11. “He/She looks just like you”

- @angelinathebook : Harry Potter x Reader

12. “Don’t scare me like that!” 13. “That smells reeeally good. What is it?” 14. “Can’t someone just show up with a cookie or something?” 15. “Why hasn’t my Mr./Ms. Right shown up yet? I am a catch after all” 16. “Wait up! I wanted to thank you for everything you said back there”

@starkidpotty : Harry Potter x Reader

17. “I can’t imagine anything better” 18. “Why does this always happen to us?” 19. “Let’s hide here and avoid everything else” 20. “You can’t possibly do all that, can you?” 21. “See, you never had to be anything more than yourself” 22. “I can’t wait for the next adventure” 23. “And this happens all the time?” 24. “I don’t know what you expected from me” 25. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’ll be fine”

1. A: “Us being together. Liking each other. It just doesn’t make sense!” B: “Love, what’s meant to be doesn’t always make sense. It just is”

- @the-moon-and-the-book : Sirius Black x Reader : It Just Is

2. “Can you kiss me already?”

- @liilyevanss : Harry Potter x Reader

3. A: “Everything is so beautiful” B: “You’re beautiful” 4. “You’re so cute when you talk about what you love” 5. “I want to spend my life making everyday for you better than the last” 6. “My arms are always open for you, you know that” 7. A: “Smell this.” A/B: “it makes me feel so warm inside” 8. “How did you know that this is what I wanted?!? I love it! Thank you” 9. “Can you just cuddle me now?” 10. “You smell nice” 11. “Let’s get married. I love you and you love me. That’s all there has to be to it”

- @remmyswritings : Regulus Black x Reader

12. “I think I just won our bet, love” 13. “You can do it, darling. I promise I’m not going anywhere” 14. “You’re cute when you’re mad”

- @pregnant-piggy : Blaise Zabini x Reader

15. “I honestly get lost in your eyes every time” 16. “You make me feel safe”

- @angelinathebook : Harry Potter x Reader

17. “I didn’t have a home until I found you” 18. “Do you want me to shout it from the top of the Astronomy Tower? Because I will. I LOVE (insert name)!”

- @the-moon-and-the-book : Sirius Black x Reader : It Just Is

- @shaynawrites23 : Remus Lupin x Black!sister

19. “Just knowing I was coming to see you is what got me through the day” 20. “We can run away, just don’t look back.” 21. “I want to love you today, tomorrow, and everyday from now on if you’ll let me.”

- @iliveiloveiwrite : Fred Weasley x Reader : Love Me Now, Love Me Always

22. “I would choose you all over again” 23. “Sleeping next to you is always so much more comfortable” 24. “I can’t picture being here without you” 25. “You are my sunshine” 26. “My whole heart belongs to you” 27. “I would love to have my heart broken by you” 28. “Don’t get too excited, there’s more where that came from” 29. “You are literally my favorite person ever” 30. “How did I not know you during school? You’re impossible not to notice”

1. “Don’t go, we can work on this! I swear!” 2. “It isn’t working anymore. I think it’s best if you leave.” 3. “I wish I could forget everything and be with you, but I can’t. I’m sorry” 4. “Please take this anyways. It was for you after all...” 5. “You’re like a beautiful dream, but dreams end and I have to wake up sometime” 6. “Let me kiss you one last time and then I’ll go” 7. “You hurt me, (insert name)! You hurt me and I won’t be able to forget that!” 8. “Just leave me alone” 9. “I never want to see you again” 10. “Give me a second chance, please! You won’t regret it” 11. “Please, please, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen” 12. “Don’t cry, you’re making it so much harder for me to say what I need to say” 13. “I watched you change to be what they wanted you too, but this isn’t the you I fell in love with” 14. “You’re being a prick and I don’t like it”

@starkidpotty : George Weasley x Reader : Should’ve Known Better

15. “But I trusted you” 16. “GET OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!” 17. “Life isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. There’s a real darkness out there. There’s a darkness in me” 18. “I’m not talking to you right now” 19. “I am so mad I could snap my wand” 20. “Go away before I hex you” 21. “Just know I will always love you, even if you don’t love me” 22. “I tried so hard to be your friend, but you make it so difficult for me” 23. “Can you just sit with me for a bit?” 24. “It’s odd. I should be crying, but I can’t. I’m content with my decision” 25. “We’ve been through so much. You can’t just throw it all away!” .... “Yes I can because it’s better for me” 26. “You have to let me go. It’s the only way to move on” 27. “I’ll never forget you”

- @snitches-at-dawn : Cedric Diggory x Reader

28. “Don’t doubt my love for you” ... “I’m trying not to, but it’s so hard” 29. “I can’t keep being strong for both of us. It is wearing me out.”

- @heloisedaphnebrightmore : Charlie Weasley x Reader

30. “It’s me or him/her. I can’t handle feeling like a second choice anymore”

1. Opening presents 2. Baking cookies 3. Picking & decorating the tree 4. Going Caroling 5. Going to a Holiday Party (office party, family party, a Yule Ball, your choice!) 6. Christmas Shopping 7. Watching Holiday movies together 8. Seeing Christmas Lights 9. A day of lighting the Menorah (whichever or all of them, you choose!) 10. Introducing a character to your holiday 11. If you have any holiday traditions of your own you would like to incorporate, please do! I would be happy to add them

1. Soulmate au

- @liilyevanss : Harry Potter x Reader

2. Roommates au 3. Coffee Shop au 4. Bookshop au 5. Best Friend’s Sister/Brother

- @shaynawrites23 : Remus Lupin x Black!Reader

6. Enemies to Lovers 7. Friends to Lovers

- @iliveiloveiwrite : Fred Weasley x Reader

8. Unrequited Love 9. Fake Dating au 10. Dating because of a bet

Tagging Some Mutuals to see if y’all would want to participate, but are in no way obligated to

@iliveiloveiwrite @heloisedaphnebrightmore @teheharrypotter @pregnant-piggy @weasleysflowr @dogweedanddeathcaps @remmyswritings @shaynawrites23 @acciotwinz @angelinathebook @with1love1anu @poppin-potter @birdie-writes @nebulablakemurphy @theweasleysredhair

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dreamii-yume · 5 years ago

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I read you standard twisted wonderland smut on ao3 and I was wondering if you can write one for my friends birthday? She is turn 29 next month. And she been wanto g to see a yandar cater x mc. Were the mc is a human with wolf ears and tail, and is the object of desire for Cater who wants her for himself.

Tell her I said, Happy Birthday~! (*^▽^*) Hope you like this sinfic~! Sorry if it’s late! (//∇//)

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Darling was simply intriguing to him! Her ears and tail that resembles that of a wolf? Totally worth putting on his feed~! Magicamable! Cater had just become so attached to you but wait, isn’t it supposed to be the other way around~? Oh, well~! That trope was so last year anyway!

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Cater had always been the type to get bored with things so easily. He follows trends and is always up to date on what’s new but always ends up dropping them once it becomes irrelevant. If you think about it, it’s just how humanity functions, there’s just no more fun in things we already got used to. The world continues on functioning, adding a new collection to its massive space, waiting for the new revolutionary thing to appear. Cater had learned how to adapt to it, just something that he grew up believing.

So, explain to him why someone like you, a young woman with an unusual pair of wolf ears and tail had caught his attention so much?

Your species weren’t new, Cater had seen tons of half-animal people in Savanaclaw and even outside Night Raven College. He thought he would just greet you and take a quick selfie like he always does with newcomers and proceed to go on with his life. But that didn’t turn out to be the case, a simple small talk became a full-on conversation and Cater was genuinely invested in your stories. Perhaps it wasn’t your appearance but your overall personality that intrigued him? It sounded cheesy when said out loud but it was true, you have an approachable and laid-back personality, it was easy for anyone to adapt with you.

Now that he had a closer look at you, Cater was starting to doubt his earlier assumptions about you being like the Savanaclaw students. No, you were far too calm and outgoing compared to those ferocious and troublesome students of Night Raven College. Not to mention that unlike their dirty and worn out fur, yours was clean and well-groomed, like you took really good care of yourself. On the day he thought about it, Cater didn’t notice how his hand had automatically move to pat you on the head, stroking your ears. It was just as he expected, it was as soft as silk, like a well-made fluffy stuffed toy.

Then, realization had slowly dawned on him as you looked up, confused at his sudden actions. He wasn’t the type to fret over things and would usually shrug it off as a joke, but at this moment, Cater swore his face had flushed red from embarrassment. He was never an awkward person, he works hard not to be but right now, it was difficult to take his hand off your head, still wanting to feel your soft fur. Cater thought that he screwed up big time, that you might now be looking at him at a different, negative light and started to contemplate whether your fluff was worth it or not. He was so ready for you to run away, all the while look at him with disturbed look on your face.

But instead, you laughed at him as if you were amused by his actions.

“You know, if you wanted to feel my ears, you could’ve just asked?” You said, giggling and Cater swore his heart skipped a beat, his hand twitched whilst in your head. You closed your eyes and leaned on his touch, giving him more access to your twitching ears. Opening your eyes once again, you gave him a silly grin whilst a cute tiny tint of pink forms in your cheeks. “It feels nice when people scratch the back of my ears like this so, I don’t mind.”

That was it. That was the moment that confirmed what Cater felt for you.

Something more than what a senior feel towards their junior.

Something more than what someone feel towards a friend.

This was different, something Cater thought he won’t be able to feel for a while.

So, this was what falling in love feels like...

Cater could feel his face began turn unusually hot and red in which he panicked at. Before you could notice, he took advantage of his ability to move again and without thinking, buried you in his arms so that you wouldn’t be able see his face. You squeaked in obvious surprise but was also very confused on why he was embracing you all of a sudden. “A-Ah! Really!? Is that so? T-Then, don’t mind if I do~!” Cater said as a way to answer your confusion, his voice sounded too fake for his liking but he just hoped that you’ll somehow buy it. His shaking hand began to gently scratch the back of your ear like you said. “Uwah~! So soft, so fluffy~!”

You were still a bit confused but decided to go along with it and slowly wrapped your arms around him too, patting his back. Cater flinched, his body seemingly became a lot more sensitive to your touch. He laughed nervously as sweat formed in his forehead, dripping slightly as he looked the other way. In the end, his unexpected awkwardness became a way for you two to get closer, literally. It wasn’t everyday where you realize you’re in love with someone and the next move you do is to immediately hug them after all.

Still, even with all that, Cater smiled, melting in your embrace as his hearts flutter in a good way. Before he knew it, he took out his phone and snap a shot of himself with you in his arms, surprising you. This was a way for him to commemorate his new-found feelings. Needless to say, both of you proceeded with Cater enjoying the blush on your face while scolding him for taking a picture without your knowledge.

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Time goes by and Cater just grew more and more attached to you. There wasn’t any day you spent where he didn’t appear, at least days where you don’t hear his voice calling out to you in a sing-along voice were almost non-existent. Sometimes he would appear in the most convenient of places and it would result into a small talk between the two of you, if not, just taking a quick selfie together. Cater became a lot touchier too ever since the day you gave him the permission to do so, which you guessed was categorized as your own fault. However, there would be times where he would hug you so affectionately in public that you were beginning to feel really awkward around people, thankfully Ace and Deuce were there to pry him away from you.

Cater just really loves to spend time with you so he couldn’t help himself! Cater invites you to every single of unbirthday party in Heartslabyul too, which fortunately in his part, you and the other members didn’t really mind. He would ask you to paint the roses with him, a simple excuse to spend more time with you and talk a little bit more. During unbirthday parties, Cater eventually did notice that you do not partake in any sweets. He initially thought that you were not a big fan of sweets just like him and momentarily, caused a delusion of how perfect the two of you because of this preference.

But no, it turns out you were just not made to eat sweets like this which broke his delusion rather quickly. Though, he did notice that your tail would wag up and down, trying to hide your excitement and your eyes sparkling as a monc blanc was placed in front of you. Cater felt bad but find it super adorable at the way your ears would flopped down in disappointment as you watch others eat their cakes while you were stuck with some mediocre snack. It was easy to tell just how much you wanted to eat the sweets but unlike him, who just really hated anything sweet, your biology just doesn’t allow you to consume any.

“Sweets messes up my stomach and I always end up vomitting so...No, thank you.” You explained to him, scratching the back of your head.

As a way to help you, Cater instantly turned towards Trey and asked for the favor of overwriting the effects of sweets in your body. This meant you could eat the sweets without changing the flavor and without any side effects to worry about! You were confused at first but when Cater pressured you to try the monc blanc that you’ve been eyeing for a while, you widened your eyes. Anyone who was watching you thought it was the purest thing that they’ve ever seen, just a wolf girl gobbling down a monc blanc for the first time. Cater smiled brightly at that, happy that he was able to make you experience the taste of a sweet that you weren’t able to enjoy but...

At the end of the day, it was Trey who made that possible for you. Not him.

With that thought in his mind, Cater, for the very first time, felt jealous of the Heartslabyul’s vice dorm head’s unique magic. If he had that kind of magic, he would use it anytime you wanted to eat anything that’s physically bad for your body. He wouldn’t care whether he overuses his magic, if he could see you smile like that every time he does so, it would be so worth it.

Why does he not have that kind of magic? A magic that can make you this happy? Why does Trey have it and he doesn’t?

Why?

Blinded by the sudden dangerous thoughts, Cater was pulled back from reality when he felt a gentle tug on his shirt. He quickly turned around and had instantly came in face to face with you. His smile and his body froze because of the close distance, not even realizing how you held up a spoon full of chocolate mousse towards him.

“You should try some too, Cater-senpai.” You offered, your other hand guiding the spoon from beneath just in case it fell off.

“Oh...! Um...” Cater blinked dumbfoundly looking at you and the chocolate mousse he dreads to see. The dessert made his stomach churn, it looked too sweet for his taste. However, you smiled at him, patiently waiting for the moment he would take it in his mouth. That chocolate mousse is definitely going to mess up his appetite but you were willing to feed him like this! Isn’t this exactly what a girlfriend and a boyfriend would do!?

“T-Thank you for the food~!” Cater gulped in nervousness at first with his face remaining red before opening up his mouth and engulfing the creamy texture of the dessert, ready to fight the taste of the disgusting sweet flavor.

Except, there was none.

In fact, it tasted delicious! Like that of his favorite cheesy omourice!

Chewing in shock, Cater turned towards you in which you laughed at how ridiculously confused he was. “I heard you didn’t like sweets so I already asked Trey-senpai to overwrite the taste for you.” You said, smiling mischievously at him. “I can’t be the only one who’s enjoying the unbirthday party desserts now, can I? I guess we have Trey-senpai to thank for that.”

Covering his mouth as he chews, his eyes were wide this whole time until the moment he swallowed. It took him a while to recover but with a blush on his face, he scratched the back of his head and grinned. He took this as another opportunity to tackle you into a playful hug, patting your head all throughout. “Gosh~! You got me there, you little...!” Cater said as you merely laughed.

He hugged you tighter but without you getting too suspicious about it and buried his face on your ear. His hand was playfully stroking the fur in your tail as he smiled with the blush that never left his cheeks. Cater was happy, this turned out to be such a blissful day for him and it was all thanks to you.

With that, Cater fell deeper in love as he took another selfie with you.

...And almost forgetting about the way his mind had clouded over him such dangerous questions in his head.

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At this point, Cater was convinced that the two of you were meant for each other.

From walking to school grounds at the earliest of day, your routine always had him in it now, even if it’s unintentional. At lunch, you would sit next to him and even though the other students from Hearyslabyul was there, Cater felt your attention was always on him. When you would visit Heartslabyul, the two of you would sit on the grass and you would even let him fondle your fluffy tail, a part that you specifically told him that was very sensitive so he had to be careful. You two were practically acting like an official couple now, right? It’s a perfect chemistry, no one can argue about that!

So...Why?

Why do you still spend time with other people when you already have him?

Cater could feel nothing but emptiness inside of him whenever he sees you talking to another guy, be it as simple as asking for notes, he didn’t care. He doesn’t want anyone coming as close as a meter to you. Due to your difference in school years, your class schedule was a lot different from his, therefore there are some times he wouldn’t be there to be with you. Times like these causes great anxiety for Cater, not knowing where you are or what you were doing.

What if you were being taken advantage of other men right now? What if you were falling in love with someone else? What if there was something bad about to happen to you and there’s no one to warn you about it?

Aah...Riddle will have his head if he doesn’t focus on his studies like this.

Even though Cater knew that there wasn’t any official relationship between the two of you just yet, he still couldn’t help but become jealous of other people. Finding out that he wasn’t the only one who’s allowed to pet you on the head and play with your tail was already upsetting enough. How dare the guy made you laugh by tickling that specific part of your ear? He must’ve had a death wish and Cater would gladly grant it for him if he wanted. But when you have such an exotic darling such as yourself with fur that was so addicting to touch, it was just a given that other people would flock all over you. Cater had learned this the hard way.

But it doesn’t mean it’s alright. He absolutely hated that.

Walking around one day, Cater brightened at the sight of you in the distance. Your back was facing him but even an idiot could tell it was you just from that. Eager to immediately greet you, his mood suddenly darken when he realized that you were talking to another male student with a notebook and pen in your hand, seemingly writing what he was telling you. Cater stood there for a few seconds, his mind was in shambles about what he was going to do, silently glaring at the poor guy. Then, he decided to move forward, ready to do the worse thing if it ever came to it.

You took notes of what your classmates was saying, all about tips and advices regarding the subject you just learned earlier. You were falling quite behind the class and you didn’t want your grades to suffer because of it. Therefore, here you were, listening to the class president about it, thinking how clear his advices were.

Suddenly, two hands snaked from behind you, wrapping one around your shoulders and the other one rudely taking your pen away. You jerked in surprise and noticed how it was your senior, Cater Diamond all along. “C-Cater-senpai!” You exclaimed. Even with your senses, you didn’t sense him at all, which led you to the conclusion that he probably used teleportation magic.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan~ What ‘cha doing?” He innocently asked as if he didn’t just rudely interrupt you from writing your notes. He even held up your pen and started spinning it on his hand.

“Oh...I was asking for notes...” You said, a bit uneasy. You were used to this kind of behavior from Cater so you didn’t actually understand why you felt so unnerved all of a sudden. It’s like your stomach was screaming for you that this was a different course of action than before. “Can I have my pen back ple-“

“Oh, is that so~! Is that so~!” Cater cheerfully said, cutting you off before you could even finish your sentence and turning towards the guy you were talking with. He gave him his signature smile but it doesn’t quite reach the look in his eyes, which made the guy flinch as a nervous reaction. “I’ll be borrowing (Y/N)-chan for a while, yeah~? It’s kind of an urgent thing so...”

Cater pointed the pen at him, the pointed end suddenly felt like a knife directed at the guy’s neck. The atmosphere felt dangerous, your ears perked up in alert, something was definitely not right here. “...Can you go away for a while? I’ll really, really appreciate it.” He said, his voice was enough to cause the guy to sweat nervously.

“A-Ah, yes, of course...!” The guy said and quickly ran away, with an imaginary tail between his legs. You didn’t even get to protest as the guy went off without any goodbye. You clicked your tongue, you needed the guy’s knowledge to study for the upcoming exam. Whatever your senior wanted to talk about, it better be worth it.

As Cater waved at him, all too happy to see him go away, you turned to him with a somehow annoyed look. “What is it?” You asked, containing how upset you are. “What do you want to talk about? You said it’s urgent?”

Finally, you two were alone and Cater turned to you, blinking. He then gave you a huge grin and stuck his tongue out. “Oh, that? That was just a bluff~! There’s really nothing serious happening so, don’t worry~!” He said, laughing but you were not amused. “I just really want him to go away~!”

“...I was asking him for notes. Exam is right around the corner, you see...” You said, still trying to contain your irritation.

Cater noticed that shift on your mood however, sensing your current emotion had become a skill that he had mastered this past few days. You flinched as he leaned in closer to your face, you could feel his breath on your neck. He looked at the notes on your hand, reading them before giving a chuckle. “Oh, this is normal first-year stuff~! I can teach you these, no problem~!” Cater proudly said before his voice lowered down. “Anyways~”

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)-chan~? Are you upset~?” He asked, whispering in your ear as his hand moved down to your waist, wrapping them around. He used the other tip of your pen to turn your chin towards him. At this point, you were feeling so uncomfortable, Cater was touchy before but not to this extent. But still, no matter how irritated you felt, you couldn’t help but feel somehow scared of your situation. You gulped at the look in his eyes, you felt trapped. “It’s not good to bottle up feelings, sweetie~!”

Sweetie...?

It was when he moved towards the tip of your ear and bit them slightly that you finally decided to draw the line and found the courage to push him away. Cater looked surprised himself in your act of rejection before looking up at him with an upset expression face.

“Please, stop that!” You finally snapped, but still trying to remain polite with him. “You’re far too close and I’m finding your touches inappropriate lately!”

“It’s making me uncomfortable so, I think it’s better if you leave me alone for a while!”

With that, you turned away from him, walking away without even waiting for his reply, your tail swaying back and forth in annoyance. Cater tried calling out for you, hoping to fix your mood by laughing it off as usual and apologizing but unfortunately, that didn’t become the case. It seems like you were really pissed this time. As you walked away after letting out a fit like that, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy himself. He screwed up big time, his eyes widened in realization as he covered his mouth.

But still, Cater couldn’t help but feel that it was a tad bit unfair. He was just showing you his love that you haven’t been noticing these past few days, why were you being so feisty for? Is it bad to protect something that clearly already belongs to him? Isn’t just natural instinct to be protective of you? He didn’t want you anywhere near these dirty students, he was the only one who clearly knows how to handle you.

His expression darken as his eyes swirl in madness, why were you like this? He was even kind enough to drive away that guy who could potentially ruin you. Instead of being grateful about it, you looked at him as if he was the one in the wrong instead. Saying those kinds of words to him, saying to leave you alone, aren’t you being too mean?

Those words hurt, you know?

Cater clicked his tongue, perhaps he had spoiled you a bit too much now. You were still the same angel he fell in love with but that was no way in talking to your lover, you know? You’ve started to bark now and he isn’t sure if he was liking it. He would’ve absolutely liked you being the obedient little wolf that you are. It would be just a matter of time before you would seriously bear your fangs at him and if he doesn’t do anything, you’ll slip away from his grasp.

Guess animals really do need extreme discipline to understand who their owners are, huh?

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Continue the Spice~?

Aaahh, so our wifi connection decided this was the best time to disconnect. I actually don’t know the next time I’ll update (￣▽￣)

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #cater diamond #heartslabyul #yandere cater diamond #sinfic #yandere #spicy dream

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anika-ann · 5 years ago

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Grease and Pearls - Pt.3

Dreams Meet Reality

Type: One-shot turned three-shot (because does anyone really want a 17k in one go?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (main), Tony/Reader, Tony/Pepper

Word count: 3400 or 5100 (yeah, you read it right, see A/N)

Summary: An uptown girl met a downtown guy with a heart of gold. Oh, and he was handsome too. It inevitably leads to their relationship developping… but is there any chance for them at all?

For @cxptain ’s challenge. Prompt: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

Warnings: swearing (a lot), attempt at angst, ghosting, communication par excellence

A/N: We had fluff and smut. What are we missing? That’s right. Heads up, people! There is an alternate ending to my original one, the one sentence where it breaks is in italics. I hope that makes sense ;) Pick whichever or read both :D Enjoy!

Story Masterlist

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It was bound to happen – you knew as much – but deep in your heart, you had hoped it wouldn’t. You had hoped it would last longer. You had hoped that perhaps a miracle would occur and in some mysterious way, you would be able to convince your parents that marrying you to Anthony was a terrible idea.

You should have known better than that.

The very day you had fell asleep in Steve’s arms after making love – and God, you could still feel him, his touches on your skin, his mouth, everywhere, even in the most intimate places, a pleasant, almost ceremonial ache lingering exactly there, a memory of fire in your belly and your heart – you got caught.

Your parents had been waiting at Potts’ house as you reached it around eleven in the evening, a smiling mess, a sight to behold, and any illusion about the future you had been painting in your mind shattered.

Pepper had tried to take part of the blame, but your parents always believed that you were the faulty daughter in your household and such ways stretched outside your house.

Your father was furious. Your mother was deeply disappointed and even faked a few tears – or perhaps she shed them for real, mourning her reputation, one the family would fight tooth and nail to retain.

You had literally fallen on your knees and begged when they found a drawing from a street artist, a souvenir of one of your trips to downtown which you had only craved to explore-- and by some miracle indeed, you were allowed to keep it and not to have it torn to shreds right in front of your eyes. Pepper’s teary gaze told you she knew you were making up things up as you went and that the drawing, the one that captured beauty you weren’t sure you possessed, meant much more.

You couldn’t even hope to earn forgiveness, so you only asked for it half-heartedly.

What you did earn was a damn chaperon.

In your age! In this day and age!

Her name was Maria and she was truly efficient and strict to a fault. Nevertheless, she respected your privacy and whenever you were to meet Pepper, she would stand just outside the door and wait if you asked for a confidential conversation… which was always, you didn’t need some goddamned stranger spying on you. What the hell.

But truly, all things considered, you had lucked out; as your parents didn’t fault Pepper for your actions, you were still allowed to meet with her at least and to talk her in private.

However, the marriage plans were sped up.

And naturally, you couldn’t even hope to set your foot anywhere near downtown. You hadn’t seen Steve for two weeks, you hadn’t even found his number in the phone book to explain yourself and you missed him.

Your heart seemed to fail in its basic function; when you were lying in your bed at night, wide awake, it longed after ocean blue eyes with a drop of green, strong hands holding you close, and it wouldn’t stop pounding wildly in your chest. In the morning, your heart appeared to be beating so slowly you had to place your palm over the area to make sure it was still there, that it still had enough strength to keep you upright all day ahead.

And it ached 24 hours a day. For you, for Steve, who must have been clueless on why you never showed up to your set date or any time after. You were hurting and your parents watched you suffer along with your sister, frowning at you and scolding you to stop acting like a five-year old who had a toy taken away.

They could never understand. Was that a curse or a blessing?

Pepper was the only person you could trust, only person you could talk to about your true sorrows and her patience never seemed to wear thin despite her own turmoil – after all, if your marriage was to be sped up… her hopes were being crushed as well.

“Pepper… I don’t want to marry Tony. God, I can’t marry him,” you whispered, a cup of tea in your hands, your palms and fingers curled around the warm ceramics, hoping for it to take away some of the ever-present cold your body radiated these days.

Your friend smiled at you sadly, an honest and heart-breaking lift of the corners of her lips.

“I know, honey.”

You chuckled bitterly at the irony. Here you were, stealing her dreamed man, on she loved, while yearning after another, after the one you loved. You looked up at the ceiling, blinking away the tears gathering in your eyes – again and again, barely a day without their presence. They were always there, ready for the dam to broke so they could run down your cheeks.

When you spoke again, you could barely force the words out of your tight throat.

“I… I truly love Steve. I dreamed tonight, about having a little boy,” you whispered, the image still vivid behind your now closed eyelids. He was so damn pretty, your sweet little boy. “Blond hair, pretty blue eyes full of mischief and such innocent smile with a front tooth missing and I was expecting with another--… I want that. I want to have Steve’s children one day and I want Steve. I need him. It feels like I can’t breathe without him.”

Tender hands reached for your shoulders and pulled you into an embrace, soft and careful, yet very unladylike, not proper for anyone to see in public – at least not here, not in uptown. God, you hated it here. You despised it now, truly. And if that made you an ungrateful brat, then so be it.

“Oh sweety, I know exactly how you feel. I’m so sorry,” Pepper replied in the same manner, comfortingly stroking your arm. She sounded on the verge of tears as well. “But you know what your family is like, they would never accept Steve. As much as it hurts you and me… I’m not sure you really have a choice.”

You swallowed against the lump formed in your throat and shakily breathed in.

“Don’t I?”

You thought of your chaperon and wondered… just how heartless could she be?

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It was three weeks after his girl’s last surprise visit that had somehow resulted in her and Steve tangled in his sheets when he lost his faith in her and whatever the two of them had had completely.

Three weeks without as much as a glimpse of her or a word, two weeks of not going to bed without few bottles of beer to keep him company, Steve walked into the shop and instantly knew something was wrong.

The usually loud environment full of chatter and teasing was suspiciously quiet.

“Hey guys,” he called out, trying to sound casual. “What gives?”

“Nothing-“ Thor responded swiftly – and way too quickly. Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m blond but ain’t that stupid. Who pissed in everyone’s cereal? Buck?”

Steve’s best friend looked up from his work, shorty meeting his eyes. The regretful gaze spoke volumes on its own, but the brunet still sighed, tossing the rag in his hands on the nearest hood.

Steve suddenly wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear the news whatever it was. Dread filled his stomach, a feeling that had his gut twist uncomfortably. The blue-grey irises of his friend hid behind his eyelids.

“I… I’ve been in town this morning, Steve,” he explained slowly, cursing under his breath when he took in Steve’s perfectly confused expression, awaiting a metaphorical punch. “Fuck, Steve—I-eh, I saw Carter with Stark and they were-“ The coil in Steve’s stomach tightened to the point of him thinking he might throw up. “-shit, I’m sorry, Steve, they were at jeweller’s, probably picking up a ring.”

A ring.

Right.

Because she was getting married. To Stark. He knew that—he had been, in fact, informed that it might happen at some point.

But no-- like a fool, he had painted an image in his head, stupid and naïve and even found himself thinking about his ma’s engagement ring – once or twice since he had met his stunning uptown girl –, one he had inherited and was planning to give a woman who would take his heart.

Funny how his mind had been purposely leaving out the fact that the very same woman he had given his heart to was the one who could stomp on it and let it bleed on the pavement.

Fuck, he was a complete idiot, wasn’t he?

Steve swallowed against his suddenly dry throat, nodding few times in acknowledgement of the information, lips in a tight line, one corner lifted in an ironic smile as his blood boiled.

“Well… we knew it was comin’, didn’t we?” he remarked and shook his head with a scoff.

God, he was so fucking stupid-

“Steve-“

He waved Bucky off, stalking towards his own station. He dropped his bag, always stashed with clean clothes just in case, to the ground by the counter, hand blindly reaching out. He grabbed the wrench on the top unmistakably, his fingers curling firmly around the metal.

One swift movement, one jerk of his bulging arm and the wrench was sent flying, hitting the momentarily empty chain with an ominous clang that could only hope to echo the mad rage he felt, sizzling in his veins, eating him up from the inside.

“Fuck him!” he roared, the ferocity of his voice startling even his mates who were familiar with his occasional temper.

His breathing turned heavy as he reached for another tool, flinging it the same way, this time hitting the wall, much to his irritation.

Jesus fucking shit-- he was so fucking mad – at her, at himself, at Stark, Stark who thought he could just take and take, greedy asshole, just like all of those uptown snobs that thought they owned the fucking world!

“Fuck Stark and all of those privileged assholes! I hope they rot in- Fucking! Hell!”

Two more objects Steve didn’t bother to look at flied through the air and hit the chains, the harmless violence not providing him with half the satisfaction he hoped in.

By the time the boss stalked into the shop the check on what was going on – and to yell at his employees to stop fucking around – Steve had been long gone, taking the SHILED bike and driving away until all he could feel was the wind swishing around his head, loud enough to drown out his noisy thoughts.

“Rogers came in sick, we sent him home,” Pietro supplied helpfully, the deadpan expression on Fury’s face telling him that he had none of that shit.

Yet, the bossman sighed and headed back to his office.

“Good, wouldn’t want him to puke all over my fuckin’ garage.”

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She showed up in the shop on week four. Steve was just coming back from a short bathroom break, quickly taking a U-turn when he got a glimpse of her in the overhead door to the garage, wearing black and red elegant dress.

He leaned his back against the separating wall, closing his eyes at the painful jab to his stomach.

Logically, there was no reason for him to be so devastated. He fucked girls before—he liked girls before. So why did he have to be such a missy when it came to her? She was pretty, sure, but there were plenty of cute gals. Steve really tried not to think about the L word they had exchanged, because deep down it had dawned to him a while ago; he was so fucked up because he was in love and then he was dumped by a lady who normally wouldn’t look at him twice, which was something that his brain had been bullheadedly refusing to accept.

“Sorry, he ain’t in today,” Odinson drawled, traces of hostility in his voice.

“Oh,” she sounded surprised and he could picture the gentle confused frown, the slight pout to her lips—shit, those lips tasted like cherry-- "Uhm, do you know when he will be in?”

“Why do ya’ need to know?”

Steve was certain that her frown deepened at Bucky’s words.

“Well, uhm, I need to talk to him, it’s important. Should I come here in few days or-“

“Don’t think he’ll be ‘round here any time soon.”

“Is he alright?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice and it took all of Steve’s willpower not to bang his head against the wall.

Why, just why was she doing this to him? Why would she care?

Now he knew that was cruel to her – he believed that once, she had truly been interested in him – but he told himself multiple times that her looks were deceiving, that she only had been looking for a distraction from her uptight uptown world. Maybe if he told himself enough times, he would start to believe it.

“Ain’t none of your business, princess,” Thor retorted and Steve just knew she winced at the harsh tone, a soft gasp escaping her mouth, that sweet mouth he had kissed over three weeks ago, sweet, innocent and sinful, the music of her short breaths filling his poor excuse of a loft, keeping him fucking going.

“Nice ring, by the way,” Bucky said nonchalantly.

Steve gulped at that. Yeah, he bet it was; but there was no way Bucky was being polite. The venom dripping from his words was a message on its own.

And she picked up on it, naturally. His –not his anymore, not that she had ever truly been – brilliant beautiful girl.

“Oh. Thank- thank you,” she whispered and Steve had to strain his ears like a creep, catching the crack in her voice; he almost ran out hearing it, ready to comfort her, because God, he couldn’t imagine her crying, salt tears rolling down her rosy cheeks - few had when they had made love, but she had been smiling too.

He was sure that seeing her cry without that smile… it would feel the world was ending. Her eyes were made for shining with happiness, her lips made for laughter-

“The fuck-?“

Steve’s head snapped straight when he heard his boss leaving his office, catching him chilling by the wall, very much not working and instead trying not to break and kiss the woman he loved stupid – no matter how stupid that made him. She was engaged. Promised to another, a much classier man… or at least much richer, Steve didn’t imagine his character being worth a damn penny.

On instinct, Steve put a finger over his own lips, wordlessly begging Fury not to rat him out. The man rolled his good eye – the one that hadn’t been hit by hot oil years ago – and crossed his arms on his chest.

“And—uhm, I see. Tell—please tell him I stopped by if he- and that I am sorry for not coming here for so long. He can leave a message with Mrs.Maximoff if he--- tell him I really need to-- that I would like to talk to him,” her voice trembled a bit as she stuttered, but it was clear she had been aiming for a firmer voice and missed by miles.

“Don’t see why he should want to know, princess, but sure, whatever.”

Fury gave Steve another annoyed look and stalked into everyone’s sight. For a second, Steve panicked – was his boss about to tell on him? – but the bulky man only walked in, a professional greeting on his lips.

“Good afternoon, madam. What can we do for you today?”

“Oh, good afternoon, sir-“

“My name is Nicolas Fury, I own the SHIELD Car Repairs. May I be of service?” he continued pleasantly, a businessman in his heart. And actor in his soul, apparently, because Steve was sure he figured out what was going on from the few words he had heard and from Steve’s cowardice and was now putting up a face.

“Mr.Fury, thank you for your readiness, however I was only just leaving. Your staff was most helpful,” she said, polite and respectful, almost a hint of a kind smile in her tone as if she hadn’t sounded on verge of tears only a moment ago. As if the guys hadn’t been jerks to her, standing up for him and his… ugh, his hurt feelings.

“Very well then. Have a pleasant day. Should I walk you out?”

“I actually already offered to walk Ms. Carter out if that’s alright with ya’,” Pietro quickly stepped in, a voice that hadn’t spoken since she had arrived.

“Thank you for choosing SHIELD Car Repairs, Ms.Carter,” Fury’s voice echoed through the shop, complete silence following for what felt like an eternity.

Steve gulped, knowing all too well Fury was waiting for him to come out of his hiding spot.

And sure enough – the boss’ eye found him the moment he returned. “Mr.Fury-“

“For fuck’s sake, Rogers, don’t pull shit like ‘dat in my shop. And all of ya’ – less chatting, less big-mouthing customers and for fuck’s sake, don’t go jerk into the bathroom now just because a girl in skirt showed up. Get your head in the game… and don’t drop anything on your fucking toes, accidents on a workplace are shit to deal with.”

Steve nodded with fervour, going back to his station, even when he couldn’t say that his head was in the game. No, his head was miles away, with beautiful pouty lips, the sweetest smile and a body to write sonnets for.

When Pietro came back, he didn’t say a word, but Steve could feel him burning a hole in his head with how much he stared.

That night, Steve switched from beer to whiskey, just once, hoping to drown out the sorrow that consumed him at simply hearing her voice.

Two months later, two months of Steve avoiding Maximoff’s diner like a plague and dodging Pietro Maximoff’s attempts to have a minute alone with him, a Good Samaritan left a newspaper on Steve’s doorstep. Steve, utterly confused and bone-tired from the long day at work, lifted it and started flicking through the pages absentmindedly as he went inside of his apartment.

And there, right among the obituaries, were marriage announcements, one single photo from a wedding.

She was stunning in her dress, the fabric appearing as delicate and soft as her skin when Steve had felt it under his rough fingers the day she had asked him to make love to her. A smile, crooked and melancholic, played on Steve’s lips at the memory, her breathless moans echoing in his ears.

In the photo posed a beautiful bride with her husband; and yet, Steve couldn’t make himself think she looked as pretty as she had been when sitting on his bed, misplaced, breath-taking and tempting, as pretty as she had been in the moments of ecstasy he had brought her with his loving; for the first time and for the last time at once.

He abandoned the paper on the counter and poured himself a glass of whiskey, bringing it up, hesitating an inch from his lips.

Eyeing the amber liquid, stirring it in the glass, he recalled a movie he had been to with Buck a long time ago. He had never seen people do it in real life, they certainly hadn’t done that at his ma’s funeral, but it would feel symbolic perhaps; the action of pouring a drink into a freshly dug grave was as outside his reality as the foolish idea of a relationship with her, after all.

Taking the newspaper to his hand once more, straightening the picture, he let himself feast his eyes on her. She was radiant, like sun, like the damn sunflowers on her dress the day he had met her.

Shaking his head, he threw the paper to the trash, picture up. Pouring half the whiskey on it, he buried the bittersweet memory of his untouchable uptown girl;downing the rest, he ignored the burn in his eyes and focused on the one in his throat.

As much as he hated himself for it, his last thought before he fell asleep that night was of her, a minute of wonder if she had ever truly been as affected as he was, at least for a moment; he lulled himself to sleep hoping that perhaps she had.

He dreamed of reaching out to Mrs.Maximoff as she had asked the guys to tell him to do. He dreamed of her being there the next time he came in, with an inviting and yet sad smile, a big-ass diamond on her finger… her cherry-flavoured kiss of goodbye lingering on his lips when he opened his eyes to a new day.

He took the trash out that very morning, adding a half-finished sketch he torn away from his book.

It was the last time he saw her.

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That night, Steve switched from beer to whiskey, just once, hoping to drown out the sorrow that consumed him at simply hearing her voice.

In the night of week four turning to week five, Steve’s eyes snapped open to the darkness of his apartment. Momentarily confused, not remembering a nightmare or anything that would cause him to wake up so abruptly, he groaned when he reached for the alarm clock on his nightstand only to find out it was half past one.

He woke up for no fucking reason barely two hours after he went to bed.

Furious knocks on his door made him jolt, his irritation only growing.

Not without a reason then – some fucker was-- ugh. People were fucking assholes. He was not getting up from his bed for sure.

“Fuck off,” Steve muttered, lying back down face first, determined to ignore-

His door rattled with the force of the next series of knocks and he growled, scrambling to his feet, shuffling to the door and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“C’min’, comin’, Jesus, fuck.”

Unlocking and opening the door for a slit, Steve stared at the face of his night visitor, absolutely baffled.

“The fuck, Pietro? Do ya’ know wad time ‘zit?”

“No. Do ya’?” the blond retorted, his voice dripping sarcasm and Steve really wanted to shut the door to his face. It was too early – or late – for Steve to deal with that bullshit. “Pack your bags, Rogers, Natasha has a free room.”

Steve briefly wondered when the fuck the world stopped making any goddamn sense, but opened the door fully for his clearly delusional friend. For all Steve knew, Pietro could be having a stroke, he’d better hear him out.

“Huh?” he hummed, his palms massaging his bloodshot eyes. “Da’ fuck are ya’ talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Natasha? My cousin? Remember her?”

Why the hell was Pietro acting as if it was completely normal to stop by a guy’s loft to talk about his cousin, one Steve hadn’t even met?

Steve sighed, humouring the other man. “Yeah? Married some… general or somethin’? What’s ‘dat-”

“Colonel, yeah. She’s the one who lives in Baltimore. She got a room for ya’,” Pietro repeated, still not making an ounce of sense.

“The fuck’d I do in Baltimore?” Steve asked tiredly, earning a look that told him that it was fucking obvious. Which it wasn’t really, not to him.

…was this a fever dream?

“Open your own shop, dumbass, or find a spot in some. Make money for that pretty gal of yours and that little cute as fuck babies you’ll make.”

Steve’s heart dropped to his stomach at the mention of you, fully prepared to rip Pietro a new one to wake him in the middle of the night to fuck with him—but he caught a movement to Pietro’s right from a corner of his eye and his heart leaped right back, suddenly sprinting.

This was most definitely a fever dream. Steve felt his jaw drop, his eyes fixing on the vision in front of him as he entirely tuned out Pietro’s next words.

“She must like you real big if she’s willin’ to sell her family nick-nack to look at your ugly mug every day. And skip town and shit…”

And a vision his beautiful uptown girl was, a mirage his mind must have come up, because there was no way she was standing there, sheepish as always, but instead of her dress, wearing a pair of jeans and a simple red blouse, a denim jacket unbuttoned, hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, threw over her left shoulder.

And shit, she talked too, which made it appear this was in fact real.

“Good evening, Steve. I am sorry to wake you,” she whispered, leaving him stare at her blankly, dumbstruck, breath stuck in his chest.

“I’ll drive ya’, Dr.Strange’s car needs a test ride. Fury’s payin’ for the gas, by the way, the ol’ bastard,” Pietro continued as Steve managed to only watch the woman he had been missing for the past weeks lower her gaze, her teeth anxiously biting on her lower lip, fingers toying with the edges of her jacket. Hers? “I’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon, even have an hour or two to spare. That’s if you start packin’ now, bud.”

The mention of packing snapped Steve from his trance, all the emotions hitting him like a damn truck. Anger, longing, more confusion, restlessness as his girl was standing only few feet away from him and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He took a hesitant step towards her, ignoring the smirking man clearing his path.

“What—what are ya’ doin’ here?” Steve asked incredulously, his inner turmoil reflecting in his voice. She hadn’t showed up for weeks and now-- what exactly was she doing here? “You- you’re engaged-”

Gulping, she looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears; yet, a hint of a smile spread on her lips as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. For the first time, Steve also noticed her shoes, a simple pair of sneakers looking bizarre on her feet.

“To a man who loves my best friend and vice versa, my best friend who has been covering for me whenever we were together before it blew to our faces,” she explained, not daring to raise her voice above whisper. Steve still didn’t understand – not fully, unable to comprehend what was happing on his doorstep. Pietro talking about his cousin, about driving, Fury paying for gas, the woman he still loved standing there as if ready to skip town- “She was too covering for me when I talked to Mrs. Maximoff when she helped me to plan this. Pietro said you would want this as well— but- but if you don’t, I will leave you alone. I-“

The day Steve had met the strange girl from uptown, Bucky hadn’t failed to mention Pietro was the fast one, clearly implying Steve was the slow one.

Bucky should have fucking seen Steve now when she hesitated, unsure of his feelings – he had never acted so fast in his whole damn life.

He crossed the distance in one long stride and his hands shot up to her, grabbing her by her shoulders unceremonially. Before she could react, he pulled her body against his with all he got, claiming her mouth like there was no tomorrow.

He swallowed her yelp of surprise, followed by her happy laugh, feeling tears springing from her eyes, causing him to halt just as she finally started kissing him back.

“But your family-“ he blurted out, interrupted by her shaking her head wildly, hair flying.

“Mr. Ross has an eye on my sister. He is from a good family, of good name, generations of lawyers. My family will do splendidly,” she said with a smile playing on her lips, sweet and watery as tears still rolled down her face – happy ones, Steve believed. He felt the same delight bursting in him, switching from a broody cynic back to the fool in love in no time. “And we might too. We will have each other and I have learned enough to teach—or-- or I can be a waitress if I can’t find another job, it doesn’t matter, just so you are not the only one to-“

God, he loved her. She was so adorable and sweet and was talking about being his and going from basically a modern princess to a damn waitress, because she was willing to be with him whatever the fucking cost, apparently--

And was there really anything else he could do?

He grabbed the back of her neck to connect their mouths again, a hungry open-mouthed kiss, his hand fisting in her hair, because holy fuck, how was this happening, she was here and she was his-

“Alright, alright, smoochin’ later, packin’ your friggin’ bags now, Rogers,” Pietro cleared his throat loudly, sounding only as annoyed as amused. “I have a long drive ahead.”

Later, bags hazardously full and piled up in the trunk and on the backseat next to them, Steve couldn’t stop smiling and yet he felt a pang of guilt, ruminating over everything she was giving up.

She was resting her head on his shoulder, their interlaced fingers in his lap and Steve revelled at the absence of an overpriced engagement ring on her hand, the one from his ma’s securely in one of his bags to take place on her finger one day. She was walking the fine line between the real world and the dreamland, breathing softly to the crook of his neck and she seemed content. For now.

He sighed and pressed what could be the hundredth kiss to her hair that night.

“Doll?” he whispered softly, the question burning on his tongue, the only one he could hope to actually have answered now and not after they would try and started a life together.

“Mm?” she hummed softly, nuzzling into him further, her lips brushing the exposed skin on his throat.

“Why me? You could have any of those-“ snobs “-high-class… uptown guys.”

The smile he felt against his skin had him melt into the seat as he chased away all the grim thoughts about what the future might bring, her regretting her decision and blaming him for her ruined life on top of that list.

“Because I love you, Steve, and you are worth ten of them. My amazing downtown guy,” she emphasized, filling Steve’s chest with the most delicious warmth, his heart swelling, feeling so full it might burst.

He knew she wasn’t just saying that – she meant it. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t’ have been in his arms right now, heading to damn Baltimore with nothing but her bags, little money and few pieces of jewellery.

“I love ya’ too,” he whispered, this time pressing a kiss to her nose, drawing an exhausted giggle from her lips. Yep, his heart was about to burst before they even reached their destination. “Love ya’ so much. My sweet, sweet uptown girl.”

“Not so uptown anymore...”

Steve chuckled as rather than regret, her voice was filled with relief. “I’m willin’ to put up with ‘dat as long as ya’ stay mine.”

She squeezed his hand, tilting her head up, blinking up at him sleepily and softly pressing her lips to his.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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….yes, in the first ending, there might have been a chance of our uptown girl planning an escape and Steve aka heartbroken dummy blew it. But hey, maybe not, perhaps she only wanted to say goodbye like he dreamed of… who knows.

Aaaaanyway.

You are my hero if you finished reading this fic! Thank you so much for finding time to do that, this one truly was a beast – at least when I consider that it WAS supposed to be a one shot.

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Downfall

Title: Downfall

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Words count: 1887 words

Warnings: Death scare, slight smut (you’ll blink, you’ll miss it), mention of depression, fluff, comfort, spoiler (if you haven’t watch season 14 finale), subtle mention of drowing

Summary: During a hunt that went wrong, Y/N is remembering one precious moment she shared with Dean

A/N: So! This is my entry for @alleiradayne‘s 2020 Supernatural Summer Shut-in Challenge! I chose the following prompt: “You need to wake up because I can not do this without you.” Go following @alleiradayne if you don’t already!

A/N2: This is unbetated as always, and I apologize for any error or mistake. Enjoy your reading and please share your thoughts with me!

Downfall

The front door of the bunker closes in a loud bang behind them, Dean is leading the way down the stairs, his little brother Sam, right behind him, helping Y/N with the bags. Both Sam and Y/N don’t dare to speak, each of them particularly silent within the last hour. The drive back to the bunker has been gloomy to say the least.

Without even sparing a look at them, Dean heads for his room, leaving Sam and Y/N taking care of the rest. Contrary to Dean who is completely beat, Sam is still functioning, despite the repetitive recent lost battles, Sam keeps on believing. He’s really the only one between the three of them.

With a sigh, Y/N puts the duffel bag on the wooden table in the library, the different weapons rattling in the process. Sam watches her following Dean’s steps, helplessly. He wants to tell something, anything to help her, to help them, but what can he really tell them? That there is always a light at the end of the tunnel? That they will find a way, like they usually do? No. This time they are doomed, for good.

Her body is on autopilot as Y/N enters her own room, she doesn’t even waste her time to switch on the lights and prefers to let her body fall heavily on her bed. What’s the point in fighting anymore? They’re not going to win this fight. This one is too big. How can you defeat God, himself? Were they even supposed to go that far? Y/N doesn’t know anymore.

As she closes her eyes, allowing the tiredness enveloping her, she doesn’t even react when she hears her door opening in a creaky sound. She doesn’t need to wonder who it is, she perfectly knows.

The bed dips slightly as Dean lays down next to her. She can feel him manhandling her body and she willfully lets him do as he wants. Within a few minutes, Y/N is little spooned by Dean, his arms wrapped strongly around her waist while their legs are a tangled mess, caging her properly with his body, giving her exactly what they both need the most at the moment.

Warmth, protection, comfort and love.

Absentmindedly, Y/N’s fingers brush against Dean’s hand on her stomach as her mind keeps replaying the last previous hours. Chuck declared war, or more precisely, God announced the end of the World. How are they supposed to fix that? Everything they’ve been through, every choice they’ve made until now, thinking it was for the greater good, seems so meaningless. There is no free will, they’re not making their own choice. Everything has been decided for them long before they were even born. Even the most precious decisions they’d made aren’t truly their.

“Don’t.” Dean’s raspy voice sermons her, his hot breath tickling her cheek.

She doesn’t need to ask him what he’s talking about, he knows her like the back of his hand and how her brain works from time to time. Especially during those kinds of uncertain moments.

“Just stop thinking, alright? You’re not in the right mind to make the difference between what’s right or wrong.”

“But…” She turns her head slightly, trying to look at him but his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth make her fall silent.

“No buts, Y/N. I’m serious.” He tells her with a patronizing voice.

Y/N shifts a bit so she can turn around and face Dean properly. Once she’s in a comfortable position, Dean’s arms wrap around her once again, pulling her body against his.

“This is big, Dean.” She whispers and when she sees Dean’s cocky smirk, she’s quick to add “I don’t mean that.”

Dean chuckles and pecks her lips, he’s satisfied with himself because for a second she has stopped thinking about Chuck. He would do anything to make her feel better and he knows exactly what she needs to keep her mind out of focus.

Slowly, Dean brings his face closer, their breaths mixing as they share a kiss. At first it’s gentle and tender, a soft brush of the lips, just enough to feel each other’s presence. A silent reminder that they’re still both alive. Then, Dean’s mouth is becoming greedy, claiming her lips just the way she likes it. One of his hands unwrap itself, sliding up her side, leaving goosebumps in its trail, until it reaches her face. His big hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking the skin underneath while his tongue runs over her bottom lip, silently asking for more. A request she’s more than happy to grant.

Lost in their tender battle of teeth and tongue, fighting each other for dominance, their bodies start moving on their own. Dean comes on top of her, parting her legs so he could fit between them more comfortably while she lays down on her back, the kiss never breaking. Despite the heated moment, Y/N’s mind still goes back to the big problem, keeping her from really enjoying the intimate moment.

As if he’s a mind reader, Dean parts slightly, their breathings short and uneven as he gives her a sullen look.

“This,” He starts to say as he grabs her hand and presses it against his beating heart. “Is real, ok? We’re real and meant to be. I don’t care if it’s because of God or Destiny or some wrinkled old witch. We’ve found each other and I'm gonna hold onto that until the end, ok?”

Y/N can only nod at that. It always baffles her how easily he understands her. It’s like he’s reading her like an open book.

“Your biggest enemy is not Chuck, Y/N. It’s this.” Dean says pressing two fingers against her temple. “Believe me, I know what I’m talking about.” He adds, forcing a small smile.

She knows how right he is because she has witnessed his darkest moments. Being able to let the other one see how down you are, to share with him her deepest fears and secrets, it asks a lot of trust to let it happen. And she trusts Dean with all her heart, of that she is sure.

“I love you.” The words hit her like a ton of bricks. It’s not the first time she hears them, but Dean isn’t not really the confident type of man, so whenever he utters those three words it always makes her heartbeat go wild, making her feel alive and strong because she knows it’s the truth. He loves her as much as she loves him. It’s not even funny how strong they fell for each other.

“I love you too.” She whispers and here comes the smile she loves. The genuine one, when she can see his pearly white teeth, the wrinkles deepening at the corners of his eyes. Despite the dim light, she can see how green his eyes are, full of love and promises.

Soon, his face becomes serious again, the longing glint replaced by a needy one as Dean leans over her. They share another kiss, this one greedy, demanding, their hands flying around them to get rid of the unnecessary clothes.

“Stay with me. I need you.” Dean gasps, trailing hot kisses down her collarbone.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She pants, sinking her nails in his lower back as she arches under his ministrations, searching for more contact.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” Dean says, both of his hands suddenly cupping her face.

“Wh-what?” She stutters, blinking twice when she notices the fear in Dean’s eyes above her.

“I’m begging you. Don’t do this to me. Wake up!” His voice resonates around her before a blinding light attacks her eyes.

She wakes up with a start, taking a big breath in the process, filling her lungs with much needed air. The first thing that hits her is Dean’s body, literally, as he engulfs her in a bear hug. Still trying to understand what happened, she wraps her arms around him, noticing how heavy her clothes felt, then she realizes she’s completely drenched and freezing. She tries to ask him what’s going on but her body is trembling so hard, and her mouth refuses to form something more than shaky sounds.

“Shh. I got you. I got you.” Dean shushes her, the embrace tightening and keeps repeating the words again and again. They are more for himself to be honest, he needs to tell himself that she’s alright.

“Come on let’s go back to the cabin.” Dean whispers before kissing her temple and holding her up in his arms.

There’s nothing better than a warm shower and a cup of hot cocoa. Bundled with big covers, Y/N watches Dean ending his phone call with Sam. The older Winchester told Sam everything about their last case and assured his little brother they are leaving the cabin first thing in the morning.

“How are you feeling?” Dean asks as he sits next to her on the couch, one of his arms wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her body against his. He kisses the crown of her head before he lets himself relax completely. Now that the case was over and Y/N was breathing, his mind could be at ease.

She takes a sip of the hot liquid, wincing as it burns the tip of her tongue. She shrugs as she feels fine, considering she almost died two hours ago. She thought the werewolf would attack her, not hit her hard on the head before pushing her unconscious body into the cold river.

“This is the last time you’re playing bait. Watch my words, Y/N. I mean it.” Dean warns her, his eyes dead set on her. He is really serious. She still can see the worry in those green eyes she loves so much.

Y/N closes her eyes before she puts the cup on the coffee table in front of them. She adjusts her body on the couch, pushing the covers away then pats her tights, motionning silently Dean to rest his head on her lap.

“I should be the one comforting you right now.” Dean argues nonchalantly but lays down nonetheless.

“I’m fine don’t worry. You already took care of me.” She reassures him, her hand threading Dean’s hair in a soothing manner as soon as he was comfortable.

“Did I?” Dean asks, a content sigh leaving his lips as he relaxes completely under her soft touch.

She hums, her gaze lost in the void, enjoying the peaceful moment meant just for the two of them. Silence envelops them, for the rest of the night they can pretend they are just regular human beings. No more hunt, no more death scare, just two people in love and taking care of each other. The comfortable silence being disturbed only by Dean’s soft snores while Y/N watches over during his much needed sleep, a soft smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Dean is right, as long as they have each other, there’s no reason to give up. Chuck might be God but he made his biggest mistake by bringing Y/N Y/L/N and Dean Winchester together he just created his downfall.

FIN

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I’m So Curious [Chapter 2]

CHAPTER 1

Prompt : Jjong is a college student with tight money, but manages to get into a prestigious uni where he becomes friends with Taemin. One day, Tae asks him to go out on a blind date with his cousin Jinki, a notable lawyer who still hesitates about dating someone. Jjong refuses, but the amount of money Tae offers is a sight he can’t ignore. Jinki adores him immediately and after several dates, Jonghyun falls in love with Jinki, but he doesn’t know how to tell Jinki about his agreement with Tae.

Pairing : Jongyu

Genre : romance, fluff, angst, smut (eventually)

Word Count : 9 400 ~

Links : AFF & AO3

Special thanks to Cheryl, my beta once again!!!

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If Jonghyun had thought he could've had a peaceful morning after having a troubled night of sleep, he realized he was gravely mistaken.

Loud knocks fell rhythmically against his dorm room's door like a hammer hitting a nail repeatedly, the sound instantly awakening his rage impulse.

He gave the door a death stare it didn't deserve before walking towards it, not even minding that he was only clad in short briefs.

"What?!" he burst out as the door swung open from his forceful pull.

The intent of his demeanour was miserably lost on the young brunette that stood before him. The latter just walked in as if he owned the place, wasting no time settling comfortably on the living room's small couch.

Jonghyun's gaze followed, watching as the other casually hooked a leg over the seat's arm before looking straight at him.

"Did you guys fuck?"

The question dropped without notice, completely throwing off the blonde's stubborn grumpiness.

"Excuse me?" he let out in a voice that crescendoed from sheer astonishment.

"Why don't you start by closing the door," the other said, unbothered. "Unless you want everyone to know your business."

Jonghyun's bewildered look moved away from the other for the length of time it took to shut and lock the door before he brought it back on him.

"What's your fucking deal?" he voiced as frustration grew back into his tone.

"Don't get mad at me," the younger one replied, scoffing. "Taemin said you went on a date with his cousin, so I wanted to be the first to get the crunchy details."

A feline smile stretched across bowed lips as surprise read boldly on the blonde's face.

"Taemin told you?" the latter asked.

"Didn't you hear my opening question?" the brunette reminded with a frown.

Jonghyun frowned back in confusion before his face slowly relaxed.

"That isn't any of your business," he said, opting for a casual tone this time.

"Well yes, it is," the other countered. "Who else are you going to share this with? It's not like you are going to tell Taemin how good or how bad sex was with his cousin."

Jonghyun gave him a stone-hard look.

"Taemin just wanted me to go on a date with the guy, don't get shit twisted."

"You mean he paid you to go on a date," the brunette corrected. "So you had to put out."

That was enough to make the blonde's blood boil hot. "Kibum," he gritted menacingly. "Get out." "Come on, Jjong," his friend maintained in a calm tone. "I'm not gonna make fun, I just want to know if you had a good time." Jonghyun knew better than to trust those words. "I'm not telling you jack shit." Kibum's face hardened. Cold eyes silently battled with fiery ones before it became clear that a strategic retreat was the best course of action. "Fine," the younger one curtly said. He got back up on his two feet and promptly walked past the other, making sure to slam the door on his way out. A loud sigh left the blonde's mouth before he rubbed some of the tension off his face. It wasn't even 9 am yet and he already felt like the day was dragging on too long. But that wasn't anything new. The only thing that could help revive his functioning corpse was a fresh brew. Not wasting another second on thoughts, he moved to the small space that acted as a kitchen and got his small coffee machine running. As the strong and comforting smell filled the air, Jonghyun closed his eyes, trying to catch a break from everything.

But that was probably the worst thing he could’ve done at that moment. The very image that had played hide and seek with his mind for the past few hours came right at him with vivid details that made his chest and core tighten. His eyes shot open before that sensation could travel any lower.

He reached for one of his cupboard’s handle with a slightly trembling hand and pulled out his favorite mug. It was a light cream-colored mug that was a bit chipped at the rim and had a stained bottom, but it was a memento of moments from the past that he didn’t see himself being able to let go of. Not yet.

He filled it to the brim with the steaming hot liquid, enjoying the stark contrast between the colors. Cream and dark brown met against the fullest of his lips, the softest of inhales giving him a first taste of his favorite remedy. His face inevitably warmed up from the waves of heat that ran out through the tight space created by his hunched stance over his cup. It was then that he sunk in, plunging mouth first into the rich and dark pool that floated before him. Taking the dive had never felt better than in that moment.

A few invigorating laps in, he turned towards his living room to look out through the window. The day was a cloudy one, prefacing possible outbursts of rain. If it were anyone else, that might’ve been a depressing sight, but to Jonghyun it was comforting. He felt his shoulders relax as his eyes stilled on the scenery.

This moment could’ve been perfect in every way, but peace seemed to always be too much to ask for in Jonghyun’s world. Another series of knocks on his door jolted him back into a tense state.

I swear to fucking God…

He had the good sense to put down his cup on the counter before marching back towards the front door to tell his friend off.

"Go away, Kibum," he yelled at the closed door.

A muffled titter reached him from the other side. "Hyung, it’s not Bummie."

At that, Jonghyun felt a stab of anxiety. "Um… I’m… I’m… naked."

"So? I’ve seen your dick before," the other said, raising his voice to be heard.

The blonde had to close his eyes and take a deep breath not to feed into his murderous urges. He knew if he kept arguing through the door, more embarrassing things would probably come out of the other’s mouth, so he had to settle on opening the door. Even if that was literally the last thing he wanted to do right now.

He had barely pulled it open when he felt himself stumble backwards from the force of another body launching forward into him. A thumping sound reverberated from their chests colliding as arms wrapped tightly around his bare torso.

"Get off of me," he ordered, voice muffled from the shock of hair that pressed against part of his face.

The grip around him just got tighter, almost cutting off his breath, and for a moment there, he wondered if this was turning into an attempt on his life. Fortunately, it didn’t get to that as the other let go and stepped back. The grin he was sporting between his full cheeks didn’t feel even slightly reassuring to the blonde.

"What are you smiling about?" the latter asked, nervous.

If it was even possible the brunette’s smile grew even wider. He looked like he was about to burst into a million particles from how frantic his energy felt.

"I knew it!" Taemin finally exploded as he threw his arms up in victory.

Jonghyun cocked a brow, confused. "You knew what?"

There was a pause as the other looked him up and down with a narrowed gaze.

"You said you were naked," Taemin reminded, frown drawing his eyebrows close.

"I lied," Jonghyun admitted.

The brunette’s mouth dropped open as the crease grew deeper between his eyes.

"Why would you do that?"

A visible contraction ran through the blonde’s jaw. "I just wanted to have a peaceful morning, but I guess that was too much to ask for."

With that, he walked back to the counter and picked up his mug, determined to at least enjoy a nice cup of coffee.

"Can you please close the door?" Jonghyun asked as he glanced at the slight opening that remained.

The younger one did just that before taking a few steps towards him.

"I didn’t mean to disturb your peace," Taemin said in a more subdued tone. "I was just really excited to share the good news. "

"And what would that be?" Jonghyun inquired, gripping his mug closer.

Taemin’s lips stretched into a smile again. " He likes you, like a lot. "

And right on cue, Jonghyun’s heart flipped.

Shit.

"Who’s he?" he feigned in a measly attempt to remain in denial.

Taemin crossed his arms, unamused. "For real, now?"

Jonghyun didn’t budge, focusing instead on getting more coffee into his system.

"You know very well who I’m talking about," Taemin stated before his eyes zeroed in on the other’s cup.

"Are you not going to offer me some coffee?" he said, lips curling into a pout.

"Are you not going to finish what you were saying?" Jonghyun echoed, baffled by the sudden change of topic.

"Oh, so you’re interested now?" the younger one fired back.

A staring contest ensued, which the blonde conveniently abandoned to grab another mug from the cupboard. He filled it with what had remained in the coffee pot and handed it to his friend who, in the meantime, had wiggled his way closer.

"Thank you, Jjongie," the latter cooed as he bounced lightly on his feet.

Jonghyun watched as he took a long first sip, taking that lull in conversation to mentally prepare for what was to come. He really wished he had had his much needed alone time to sort things out.

Feeling like his body would need assistance soon, he moved to the couch and slowly settled onto one of the soft cushions. Of course, that meant being copied two minutes later by the other one who sat right beside him. Jonghyun held in an annoyed sigh.

"So, are you ready to talk about this now?" the brunette verified as he shifted his body aslant to better look at him.

"Yeah, whatever," Jonghyun answered, shoulders inadvertently hunching over.

"What did you think of him?" Taemin immediately asked.

The blonde’s eyes flicked sideways to catch the other’s face before he reverted to the comforting sight of his filled mug. His mind felt jumbled and whenever that happened, there was a risk he’d say something he would regret. He couldn’t afford that right now. He was naked enough as it was.

"He’s… nice," he finally chose. The simplest answer was surely his best option right now.

Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to suffice for his friend.

"Nice?" Taemin threw back with a cocked brow.

"Yeah," Jonghyun maintained before bringing his cup to his lips again.

"Anything else?" the younger one went on.

"Nope."

A sigh followed, but much to the blonde’s surprise, it sounded like a sigh of relief.

"I fucking knew it," his friend let out.

Jonghyun couldn’t help but look straight at him with a deep frown now creasing his forehead.

"Can you stop with that? What the hell does that even mean?" he snapped as he took in the victorious smile that graced the other’s face.

"You like him too," Taemin sing-songed like an elementary school kid.

"How did you pick that up from me saying he’s nice?"

"I know you too well, Hyung," the other stated. "If you hadn’t enjoyed his company, the first thing that would’ve come out of your mouth would’ve been something negative."

Jonghyun’s mouth dropped open before he shut it tight, his eyes then narrowing into a hateful stare.

The only effect that had was to make the brunette burst out laughing in his characteristic hiccupy laugh, almost spilling some of his coffee over in the process.

"Am I wrong?" he managed to say through his fit.

Jonghyun wished a simple yes could’ve settled the whole matter, but he also knew how bad he was at lying and how pointless it was at this point. That didn’t mean he had to outright admit though.

His stubborn silence had the other getting right back at it.

"I know you won’t just admit to it, but still, I’m happy things went well between you two," he said, voice sincere.

"Also," he added. "I’ve already made the transfer to your account," he casually informed before taking a sip.

That instantly pulled the blonde out of his muteness.

"Tae… I can’t, " he uttered, uncomfortable.

"We already discussed this…"

"Yeah, I know, but… it feels wrong."

The guilt which sprung up through his chest made his head fall forward, his gaze landing straight on his bare thighs.

"It’s really not a big deal," Taemin dismissed. "Anyway, it’s not like I’ll be paying you every time or something."

"Every time?" Jonghyun promptly reacted as he straightened up again. "What do you think this is?"

A sly smile stretched across the brunette’s lips. "Oh, I don’t know. You tell me."

Jonghyun gave him a bewildered look. "You’re not making any damn sense."

"I don’t need to, as long as I get what I mean that’s enough," the younger one indicated with a shrug.

"In any case," he continued as he put down his cup on the small coffee table before them. "Jinki said he’d be texting you later today, just so you know."

The blonde felt goosebumps prickle his skin.

"I’m sure you have nothing to do with that," he scoffed, partly to divert himself from his body’s betrayal.

The brunette chuckled. "I actually didn’t have to say much." A mischievous smile played on his lips. "One thing you have to know about Jinki is that when he wants something, he is very stubborn about getting it."

Upon hearing those words, Jonghyun’s first impulse was to scream, but he miraculously managed to keep it together despite the shiver that ran through him.

"Why does that remind me of someone?" he said as naturally as he could.

Taemin laughed. "Oh, I don’t know. "

He then pushed himself back up on his two feet. "I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your morning, Hyung. I gotta meet up with Jongin to practice."

Jonghyun frowned at him. "Again?"

"Well, yeah. We have a choreo to present in contemp’ class this Friday," he quickly defended.

Jonghyun gave him an unimpressed look before deciding that now wasn’t the time to force the issue.

"Yeah, okay, have fun."

He felt the other’s lingering gaze on him as he drank more coffee, but deliberately ignored it. A second later, he heard him mutter something under his breath, but didn’t make any move to show that he cared.

As expected, his demeanour prompted the brunette to leave his dorm without another word, but surprisingly, his door wasn’t slammed shut on his way out.

Jonghyun let out a long sigh as he looked around his living space.

All for a peaceful morning…

***

If Jonghyun had hoped that things would settle, he was once again gravely mistaken. He couldn’t even fault anyone other than himself this time. The inner turmoil he had been experiencing lately wasn’t anything less than strange.

Jonghyun wasn’t one to run after people or be particularly needy. Life had shown him that his best support system was himself and he had chosen to live his life in alignment with that lesson. The friends he had now had been made through a fortunate chain of circumstances that he was very grateful for, but in the back of his mind, he never felt like these relationships could persist over the long haul. He had always believed that he would end up going through life alone. The thought wasn’t even a dark assessment of his life; it just felt like the natural course of things.

That’s why the moment he found himself feeling something that could be categorized as neediness, he felt unsettled. Did he enjoy having company? Yes. Sometimes. Did he miss his friends when they didn’t get to hang out in a while? Yes. Sometimes. Did he ever feel like there was a void if he didn’t get to see other people? No. Not really.

So again, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he was feeling like an abandoned pup right now. It had been five days since Jinki should’ve supposedly texted him and he still hadn’t gotten any news. At first, he had chalked that up to the fact that Taemin had probably mislead him to mess with his head a bit, but by day three, he genuinely started to feel worried and insecure. What if Jinki had just been polite and hadn’t really enjoyed his company?

By now, he had probably had that thought a million times and every time, it felt like a soft stab to his chest. The day before, he had even thought of getting some information through Taemin, but at the last minute, he had buried his words down his throat, still determined on saving face. It was a good thing for his ego, but not so much for his current emotional balance. His eyes had now been glued to his phone for the last ten minutes, distracting him from the composition he had been trying to work on for the past few days. Something he cared about so much was now falling by the wayside because of irrational impulses.

The vibrant blue sky that had graced the day was now morphing into darker shades and soon enough, another day would’ve passed without him getting any kind of relief from his inexplicable predicament. He felt screwed in so many ways, apart from the way he was probably needy for. Jonghyun didn’t do emotional connection, but he did find himself in dire need of physical touch a lot of times. He wasn’t very vocal about it, but it was still very present nonetheless. Popping in some porn and jerking off to it before bed usually did the trick, but even that hadn’t been effective in the past few days.

He had jerked off, but his fuel hadn’t been some mindless porn plot. It had been something very real, but also very foreign. What was becoming clear in his mind was that if things kept up in the way they had, he’d probably have to call up Taemin again. And he certainly didn’t want to have to resort to that.

God… what is wrong with me?

He threw his phone on the empty cushion beside him before picking it right back up two seconds later.

Nothing new.

He groaned loudly at his own pathetic behaviour as his hand clenched tightly around the small device.

Damn you, Tae.

Jonghyun had been perfectly fine with the balance he had before. Was he working himself too hard? Probably. But he was staying focused and disciplined. Now those words felt like a joke to him.

His eyes shut as he took a few deep breaths to settle himself a bit. The exercise was enough to create some much needed mind space. Space that was soon filled with the only solution that could calm his nerves and turmoil.

Call him.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but after another five minutes of internal debate, he stopped fighting.

The loop of rings that reverberated against his eardrum brought his heart rate to a frighteningly high speed and for a moment there, he thought he wouldn’t make it, but the voice suddenly cutting through monopolized his focus.

"Jonghyun?"

The one in question swallowed, simultaneously realizing how dry his throat had become.

"Hello?"

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about hanging up right this instant, but something stronger than his fear prevented him from doing just that.

"Yes, it’s me."

Jonghyun heard his smile on the other end.

"Was just making sure," Jinki replied. "How are you?"

I’m just about to lose my fucking mind, but I’m good and you?

"I’m fine… I was just… doing some stuff for school," he voiced, feeling awkward.

"And you?"

"Well, first, I’m glad you’re fine," the other said. "Secondly, I could give you my ready-to-go answer or a real answer. Which one do you feel up for?"

"The real one, of course," Jonghyun immediately answered.

"Well…" A sigh followed. "I’ve been swamped with this new case and it’s really not given me any time to breathe. At first, I thought it could just be solved with an easy settlement, but now it’s just a complicated mess..." A longer sigh left him this time.

Guilt weighed on the blonde’s chest at that. He had been so wrapped up in his selfish needs that he hadn’t thought for a minute that the other might’ve had a good excuse for not calling back.

"I’m so sorry you’ve been overwhelmed by that," he offered.

"It’s fine, really," the other immediately said in return. "I’ve been through this type of madness so many times before." He then laughed.

"Still, I hope your workload will lighten up soon."

"I hope so too."

The inevitable awkward silence crept in in that moment, leaving Jonghyun in the face of his pitiful previous behavior.

"I didn’t want to bother you," he started, shameful. "I just…"

Nothing seemed justifiable enough to explain himself.

"Don’t worry about it," Jinki reassured. "I’m glad you called actually. I’ve been feeling guilty about not calling you back like I’d promised."

"But I was going to…" he immediately added. "I just wanted to have more time…"

"I get it," Jonghyun acknowledged, his shoulders relaxing from the relief of not having been forgotten.

"I’m glad you do and I’m sorry," the other said.

"Don’t worry about it,"Jonghyun reassured.

"No, but really, it’s not okay," Jinki went on. "I should’ve taken a few minutes to call you."

"What can I do to make this right again?" he then asked.

Jonghyun felt himself get warm all over. Why is he being like this?

A bunch of ideas popped up in response to his question, but ultimately, they all came down to one thing.

"I’d just like to see you, to be honest."

These words had probably not seen the light more than five times throughout his whole life, but in this moment, it felt like there was no better way to express what he wanted.

"Ah, well," a brief pause ensued, "I can definitely do something about that."

His voice felt like a soft caress against Jonghyun’s ear and he had to bite his lip to prevent any inappropriate sound from leaving him.

"Actually…" the brunette continued. "I’ve been thinking about having ice cream all day and I could definitely use a break right now."

Jonghyun frowned, not sure he was following. "You mean…"

"I mean let’s go eat some ice cream together," the older one reiterated in a cheerful tone.

"Unless, you don’t like ice cream, which would be totally fine too," he immediately added.

"No, no, I like ice cream," Jonghyun confirmed with a bit too much enthusiasm. He noticed immediately, making a mental note to himself to reel it in.

"But what happened with not stress eating?" he couldn’t help but ask, his teasing nature never too far behind.

The brunette snorted. "Pardon my language, but fuck that."

Jonghyun’s eyes widened as a familiar pang hit his stomach.

If he curses again, I’m fucked.

"Amen to that," he played along with a small laugh.

Jinki joined in before speaking again. "In what area do you live?"

"I live on campus," Jonghyun answered.

"Oh," the other exclaimed in surprise. "It’s actually not too far from where I work… maybe fifteen minutes or so," he informed.

Jonghyun found himself feeling a bit too happy about that fact and had to make another mental note to himself to calm the fuck down.

"I’ll just check real quick if there is an ice-cream parlor not far from there," Jinki indicated before falling into silence.

Jonghyun quietly waited, just now noticing the queasy feeling in his stomach that came around whenever he was nervous or uneasy.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to sit with it long.

"Okay, there is one at about a ten-minute walking distance from the campus," Jinki reprised. "Is that okay for you?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, so I’ll text you the address," the older one settled.

"Good."

"I should be there in half an hour."

"Great."

"Okay, so see you soon," Jinki concluded with a smile that didn’t fail to translate at the other end.

"See you soon," Jonghyun reciprocated, a bit more subdued.

As soon as the line cut off, he flopped onto the couch, already overwhelmed by that bit of interaction.

He closed his eyes for a while, just trying to recover. After what seemed like an eternity, he reopened them and finally made a move to get ready. He didn’t have too much time, so he went straight to his room to get changed. He took off his hoodie, his cap and sweatpants and looked through his rack of clothes to pick out something more appropriate for the circumstances.

Jonghyun always chose comfort over style, but he still felt the pressure of making a good impression on the other. He knew there was no need to go all out like last time, but he could definitely put in more effort than he usually would.

As he looked through his items of clothing again and again, he couldn’t help but wish Kibum was there to help him out. Unfortunately, they still weren’t on speaking terms if the looks of hatred he had received from the other in the hallways were any indication. Jonghyun definitely had the luck of befriending the most stubborn people in the world.

After a few more minutes, he finally settled on a loose-fitting grey shirt and dark jeans that were ripped at the knees. He wasn’t sure it was the best choice, but in the end, that’s all he could agree with himself to wear. He completed the look with his black Timbs, thinking to himself that it was the perfect compromise between his worn-out Converses and his classier shoes. Lastly, he ran a hand a few times through his hair, managing to tame some unruly strands that stuck up.

He couldn’t help but linger a bit too long in front of the mirror before realizing he really had to go. He slipped his wallet into one of his back pockets and travelled back to the living room where he picked up his phone again to look at the directions. Not long after, he was out the door. The evening breeze met him a few minutes later, instantly showing him that the warmth they had experienced during the day had now completely disappeared. He had the mind to go back up to get a light jacket, but his fear of being late trumped the need for warmth.

His walk was fast-paced bordering on frantic, so what was supposed to take him ten minutes took him six, leaving him surprised when he found himself standing right in front of the parlor. He took a quick look around to see if Jinki was anywhere in sight, but he didn’t see him. Clearly, he was early, but he did hope the other would arrive soon before his nerves took over completely.

By the time the other finally appeared in his line of vision, he had had the time to envision every possible catastrophe that could occur during their time together. He wanted to be relaxed and enjoy this time, but he felt like he was off to an awful start.

"Am I late?" Jinki asked once he had reached him.

"No, no, I just arrived a little early," Jonghyun reassured before his eyes went on to feast on the sight before him.

The taller one was wearing a marine blue suit that did wonders to his silhouette and his dark bangs covered his forehead this time, giving him a softer, but equally enticing look. But that wasn’t even what had him reeling. It was the fact that the white dress shirt that peaked out underneath wasn’t buttoned all the way up.

He had to wonder if it had been that way all day.

An airy laugh pulled him out of his musings.

"It’s probably not the best outfit to wear to eat ice cream," Jinki noted as their eyes met.

Jonghyun felt his face heat up as he realized he had been caught staring.

"It-it should be fine," he stuttered as he rushed to reply.

But I won’t be, his mind threw at him immediately.

Jinki laughed softly. "I’ve probably lost a few good suits to food by now. One more won’t make a difference."

Jonghyun silently disagreed. No, no, this suit needs to stay.

"The trick is to ask for a cup, not a cone," he advised. "It’s less messy."

A slight pout graced the other’s lips, which didn’t fail to make the blonde’s heart flip.

"Cones are more fun though."

Jonghyun acknowledged that with a nod, not trusting himself to speak right this instant.

"Shall we go in?" Jinki prompted with a lopsided smile.

Jonghyun nodded again and a second later, he was following the taller one towards the entrance. As they stepped in, a small bell attached to the door tinkled above their heads, announcing their arrival to whoever owned the shop. For a few seconds, Jonghyun felt blinded by the bright neon lights, reacting to them with a frown and a wrinkling of his nose, but soon enough, the arrival of a middle-aged woman behind the counter brought his focus elsewhere. The woman greeted them with a pleasant smile and a warm welcome, which they immediately reciprocated.

As they walked over to the display cabinet, Jonghyun noticed the only two other people that were in the shop. It wasn’t hard to see that they were a couple. Their eyes were bound in a loving stare and they were holding each other’s hands, the only thing between them being a melting mountain of sundae.

Usually, he would’ve rolled his eyes at such a sight, but this time, he couldn’t. His stomach tightened and he quickly looked away. He didn’t need to look far for a distraction as his eyes fell on a dozen of colorful tubs of ice cream. Jonghyun still didn’t like that the place was so bright, but he could agree that it was probably the best way to make the products look even more appetizing. He knew that, because despite always sticking to his personal favorite, he now found himself staring at the fruit-flavored ice cream and even at the mint-chocolate chip one, which he had always clowned Taemin for loving.

"What are you getting?" Jinki softly inquired as his gaze stayed fixed on the merchandise.

"I usually always go for Rocky Road, but I’m kinda hesitating right now," Jonghyun admitted. "You?"

"I’m in the same predicament as you are. I always go for Vanilla, but damn… everything looks so good."

The blonde’s eyes tore away from the ice-cream to give the other a judging look.

"Vanilla? Really?" he expressed with barely contained disdain.

Jinki met his scowl with a confused expression on his face. "Well yeah… I like the classics."

"You can’t use that to justify eating Vanilla ice cream," the younger one threw back.

The brunette chuckled at that. "Seems like this is a pretty serious issue for you."

"I mean come on, Vanilla’s just sad," Jonghyun blurted before his mind could catch up.

"And I think Rocky Road’s pretty unsophisticated, but I’m not going to stop you from enjoying it."

The quick jab stunned the blonde momentarily, leaving his expression stuck between surprise and indignation.

A laugh left the other. "What? You can dish it, but you can’t take it?"

Jonghyun’s eyes grew even wider as a result, taken aback by the quick repartee.

So you can be cheeky, huh?

Jinki laughed again. "How about we both choose something different tonight?" he suggested as he looked once more at what was before them.

That effectively snapped the younger one out of his shock. "Mm, sounds good," he agreed.

After a few more minutes of going back and forth between choices, they finally settled and soon after, they were sitting face to face at a table in the back.

"How’s yours?" the taller one asked as he watched Jonghyun have a first taste.

"It’s pretty good actually," the latter said as he nodded at the soft green scoops in his cup.

"I like Pistachio too," Jinki acknowledged before tasting his own.

Jonghyun just stared as the brunette licked off a few layers of ice cream. The hum of pleasure that ensued almost took him out.

"Wow, that’s great," the brunette then let out, impressed. "I guess I can alternate between vanilla and raspberry now, huh?"

Jonghyun couldn’t help but laugh which effectively pulled him out of his trance. "Yeah, it’s good to live dangerously once in a while."

"I guess you’ll have to teach me."

For whatever reason, that made him shiver.

"Ah well… I’m pretty tame, actually," he indicated sheepishly.

"Is that so?" Jinki questioned, gazing straight at him.

Jonghyun wasn’t one to shy away from a look, but the power in those dark orbs was too much for him to handle.

"I think so…" he said as he looked down to his cup again.

That made the other laugh. "That doesn’t sound too convincing."

"Well…" Jonghyun pondered. "It really depends on what you consider dangerous."

His eyes flicked upwards to meet the brunette’s eyes again.

The latter smiled an amused smile. "I’m not much of a risk-taker as you might’ve gathered already, so my definition is probably broader than most people."

Jonghyun’s gaze narrowed with interest. "Even so, you must’ve done something risky once in your life."

JInki’s head lolled from side to side as he mulled over the thought. "I wouldn’t say risky. I just had a rebel phase during my teens like everyone else, but it wasn’t anything special. I just stayed out way past curfew a few times and drank my problems away a little too many times."

The blonde gave a satisfied nod. "That counts."

Jinki scrunched up his nose at that. "No need to give me participation points."

That made Jonghyun burst out laughing and he instinctively brought a hand up to cover his mouth.

"I’m not!" he refuted.

The brunette clicked his tongue before diving once again in his now melting raspberry delight. The ice cream was sliding past his cone and onto his fingers, but he didn’t seem to care.

And Jonghyun certainly didn’t mind either.

"That was pretty much how wild my teens were to be honest," he went on, more so to distract himself from the view before him. "Now that I’m in college, I really don’t have time to be messy or anything."

That made Jinki freeze, leaving his ice cream alone for a moment. "Why don’t I believe you?" he then said with a slight frown.

Jonghyun could feel his face heat up, but he tried to ignore it by going for a shrug.

"I don’t know," he just said.

The brunette squinted at him before his lips slowly stretched into a cryptic smile.

Jonghyun waited for him to voice his thought, but he didn’t, instead moving his focus back on his treat. He had to follow suit as his own ice cream was starting to puddle in its container.

It was another few minutes before Jonghyun was faced with an empty cup and Jinki chewed his way to the last bit of his cone. Not many words had been exchanged between them in the meantime, but Jonghyun couldn’t have found it in him to speak. Not when one of Jinki’s legs suddenly moved to brush against his in a manner that couldn’t be chalked up to coincidence. He had dared to glance at the taller one to get further reassurance, but his face hadn’t given anything away. The brunette had just given him one of his radiant smiles that did nothing to help.

And now that they were done eating and Jinki was wiping his fingers clean with a napkin, Jonghyun had to wonder what was going to happen next.

"I’m just going to stop by the washroom real quick, I’ll be right back," Jinki said, cutting through his musings.

Jonghyun just nodded and watched him walk away, not failing to catch how good his ass looked in his form-fitting pants. Once he disappeared, he let out a deep breath he had apparently been holding longer than necessary before he went back to reviewing his options.

He clearly didn’t want this moment to end, but he also didn’t know where they stood right now. Clearly, Jinki was sending him a message, but he wasn’t confident about his interpretation of it. The slightest touch could mean so much more to him than what it really was. If it weren’t anything serious, he would risk it, but the present circumstance just didn’t feel like any other time.

It felt different. And Jonghyun didn’t know how to handle it.

He spent the remainder of his time alone trying to figure out what he could say or what he could do, but he wasn’t able to come up with a clear plan before the other stepped out of the washroom.

His panicked state must’ve read clearly on his face, because the first thing that came out of the taller one’s mouth as he settled before him once more was, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, totally," Jonghyun lied as he tried to play it cool.

Jinki chuckled. "Good, because I’d like to bring you somewhere."

Jonghyun’s brows furrowed at that. "Somewhere?"

"Yeah," the brunette simply said, smiling. "I don’t want to tell you more, but I’d like for you to say yes."

Was Jonghyun the type to follow someone he barely knew to a location he had no information about?

"Yes," he immediately answered, his heart rate picking up simultaneously.

Apparently, he was.

It wasn’t long before they were back outside, being greeted this time by a pitch-dark sky under which the streetlamps shone with a stark brightness. Their surroundings were pretty much void of any other human life making their walk to the car a peaceful and intimate moment.

Jonghyun was mindlessly walking besides the taller one, deciding that his fate pretty much wasn’t in his hands anymore. He was deliberately taking his hands off the wheel and letting the other take full control. That was something he hadn’t done in a while and the retrieval of that carelessness definitely felt invigorating. But he was doing his best to stay calm and keep his energy under control. Otherwise, he was scared he might blow his chance.

They finally came to a halt after walking down the street for a few minutes, stopping in front of a majestic Rolls-Royce. Jonghyun’s eyes widened at its sheen and pristine look, his mind quickly kicking in to remind him of their difference in status.

His ears caught the other’s laugh, but he was still stunned.

"I made the same face when I first saw it," the brunette shared. "Only to realize with time that it wasn’t that different from any other car."

Jonghyun’s gaze shifted to him, brow cocked. "I’d be really curious to know what you have in mind when you say any other car."

Jinki laughed again. "You probably have a point here. Nonetheless, a car is a car."

Following that, he unlocked the doors and made his way to the driver’s side, leaving Jonghyun to settle into the passenger’s seat.

The blonde let himself slide slowly onto the leather seat, every creak of the material under his weight making him hypervigilant of his every movement.

The brunette’s amused smile let him know that he was probably overdoing it, but he couldn’t help feeling like he was about to fuck something up.

The soft rumble of the car’s engine calmed him a bit as the other’s hands settled on the wheel. It wasn’t long before the vehicle was hitting the road, prompting once again a warning thought in Jonghyun’s mind as to the potential danger that lay in this venture.

He quickly pushed it away and focused his gaze ahead, looking at the buildings and greenery with a blank interest. The way the surroundings were drawing themselves with each passing intersection felt familiar for the first fifteen minutes of the ride, but soon after, the scenery changed.

There were no more buildings to be seen, leaving in their stead open fields stretching on either side of the road. Jonghyun suddenly felt compelled to ask about their whereabouts, but they hadn’t exchanged a word since the beginning of the ride. Now, the silence was a third party that just couldn’t be thrown out the window.

So Jonghyun held his peace, his hands meeting for a fidgeting dance every few minutes as his sharp teeth gnawed at his bottom lip in a pulsing fashion. He didn’t mean to be nervous or suspicious, but if anything, his survival instinct still had a seat at the table.

It was another ten minutes of the same before they left the fields behind to meet with a viaduct that passed over dark depths of water. Only when they reached the end of it, where concrete met land again, did the car slow down before coming to a stop.

That did nothing to help with the blonde’s nerves, but he chose to stay faithful to silence just a bit longer. The other’s soft breathing reached his ear again as the engine fell asleep. Jonghyun dared give a look his way, immediately meeting his eyes in the process.

The brunette smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world and that was enough to make his shoulders relax a bit.

"I’m sorry if you were expecting something more glamorous," the other uttered somewhat apologetically.

Jonghyun couldn’t help but snort. "I wasn’t, but you do have some explaining to do."

Jinki laughed at that. "Of course, but let’s step out first."

He followed that up with the retrieval of his car keys and the unbuckling of his seatbelt before opening the door and sliding out of his seat. Jonghyun stayed still for a few seconds, still uneasy, before he finally pushed himself to follow him out, the sound of the car doors slamming shut following each other at a second of interval.

It wasn’t long before Jinki was before him, a coy smile now dancing on his lips.

"So, " he started, hands settling deep into his pants’ pockets. "What do you think of this place?"

Jonghyun cocked a brow, perplexed. "Seriously?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, it’s…"

Creepy.

"It’s…" he tried again as his eyes took in the scenery once more.

"Spacious."

The brunette chuckled. "You’re nice for not saying what’s on your mind."

Jonghyun blinked at him as a sudden warmth spread across his face.

"I know it’s not quite paradise on earth, but for me, it’s… a peaceful place," Jinki shared as he moved his gaze to the river that rhythmically danced a few meters from them.

His eyes went back to him again before he added, "I just wanted to share that with you."

Jonghyun’s heart flipped inside his chest right on cue, making it possible for him not to bite his lip.

"How often do you come here?" he asked to move the conversation into more comfortable territory.

"Whenever I need to clear my mind," Jinki informed. "Which can be one or a few times per week, to be honest," he added before smiling again.

But Jonghyun could see sadness in his smile and that was enough to make his heart ache.

"How did you find this place?" he instinctively asked.

"I was trying to escape," Jinki admitted as he leaned back against the side of the car.

A deep crease grew between the blonde’s eyebrows. "Escape from what?"

A soft sigh crossed the taller one’s lips. "From my parents."

"Why? What happened?"

"It was a few years ago…" the brunette prefaced as his gaze fell towards the ground. "I went to theirs for what I thought was just a dinner, but it turned out that they had invited this girl over to introduce us…"

Jonghyun didn’t miss the clench that punctuated the other’s jaw as he fell silent. The memory was clearly painful, making him regret he had asked any further questions.

"We don’t have to talk about this, Jinki," he voiced as his eyes settled with worry on his dark expression.

The shift was instant. The other’s face relaxed and he looked back up, a hand reaching behind his neck to rub it as he smiled again, embarrassed.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get all serious like that," he said.

Jonghyun’s chest tightened. He was aching to give him a hug, to bring him some peace, but he wasn’t sure he could just now.

So, he went for the next best option.

"It’s okay," he reassured as he settled right beside him against the car. He immediately became hyperaware of the closeness between them, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," he managed to say as his eyes flicked up to reach the other’s.

He was answered with an intent look that menaced to make him burst into a million pieces.

"Can I be honest with you?" the taller one asked as his body shifted to look straight at him.

Jonghyun’s eyes widened as he took in the little space that was left between their faces, but despite his internal meltdown, he found himself able to nod.

"I really like you."

Jonghyun’s body faltered at that, his chest collapsing under a sharp stab that made him whimper against his will.

"Come again?" the older one teased with a cheeky smile.

A bright blush colored his cheeks, making him want to dig himself into a deep hole right that instant.

"That’s not fair," he grumbled with a small pout. "You can’t just spring stuff like that on people."

"So, you would’ve have preferred I hadn’t said anything?" Jinki said, amused.

Jonghyun retaliated with a punch to his arm, making the taller one burst into laughter.

"Yah, this isn’t funny. That should’ve hurt," he fussed, crossing his arms over his chest in protest.

"How can I not laugh when you’re acting this way?" the brunette pointed out.

"Are you making fun of me?" the blonde threw back.

"Not at all, I just think you’re cute," the other swiftly replied.

Another stab. Followed by a shiver. Jonghyun was pretty sure now that he wouldn’t survive this night.

"Yah, you’re pretty smooth for someone who hasn’t been on the dating scene," he observed, frustrated.

"If my honesty comes off that way, I’ll take that as a compliment," Jinki said with a light shrug.

"But I’m starting to get worried you don’t feel the same way, you’ve just been stalling this whole time…" he remarked with a pout of his own.

Apart from being subjected to one of the cutest sights he had ever seen in his life, Jonghyun also had to deal with his own mind and heart racing like there was no tomorrow.

"I really like you too," he said before he wouldn’t be able to anymore.

"Thank god," Jinki let out as he smiled in utter relief.

Jonghyun frowned. "Are you really surprised? Cause if there’s something I’m not good at it’s being subtle."

The brunette chuckled at that. "I mean, I had my doubts…but it’s always nice to get some type of confirmation."

"I mean it’s really not in my MO to call first," Jonghyun indicated.

That instantly piqued Jinki’s curiosity. "What’s your usual MO then?"

Jonghyun couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at that. "Well, I mean…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I’m usually the casual encounter type of guy."

"Aah," the other acknowledged with a small laugh before saying, "So, I’m probably going too slow for you, huh? "

The blonde’s eyes widened at that. "No, no, not at all," he uttered in panic. "Like I said, it’s not the same, I-"

A gasp left his mouth as warm hands settled on his hips and pulled him closer. His eyelashes quivered slightly as he then felt them move to the small of his back, holding him tightly in place.

By the way Jinki was looking at him, he knew he wasn’t the only one who wanted so much more right now, but he was still wary of not losing himself just yet.

"Can I kiss you?" the brunette asked against him as his lips inched closer to his, their breaths meeting first before anything else could follow.

Jonghyun was left unable to do anything else other than nod, the warmth emanating from the other’s body almost making him dizzy. Jonghyun was used to encountering hot people, but this man right here was a different kind of hot.

And he got even more confirmation of that as the taller one’s lips captured his with an urge that made his heart thump loudly inside his chest and his eyes flutter closed.

He let himself be kissed without restraint, melting under the feeling of the other’s soft lips claiming his before moaning as he felt his tongue find his with an ease that felt almost too good. The sweet tang of the ice cream flavor he got a taste of only added to his hunger. Instinctively, he brought his arms up around the taller one’s neck, pulling him a bit further down to squeeze him closer, to feel him deeper.

Catching the low groan that elicited from him, Jonghyun returned the kiss more fiercely, wanting to see how close to the edge they could push themselves. They kissed without pause until the limit drew itself at the lack of air in their lungs.

Jinki pulled back first, drawing with his retreat a whine of complaint from the blonde.

The latter quickly resolved his need for more by lolling his head a bit to kiss the brunette’s neck, relishing the shiver that accompanied his ministrations.

"Fuck, Jonghyun…" Jinki breathed against him, fingers digging into his hips again as he tried his hardest not to buck his own forward.

Jonghyun’s lips travelled up to his jaw, giving it a small poignant bite before he pulled back a bit to meet the taller one’s eyes again. The latter’s face was tense, and his eyes had that sheen of desire he was sure could be read in his own.

"Did you also bring me here to fuck, Jinki?" he dared as one of his hands slowly travelled down the other’s covered chest, relishing the softness of the material under his palm.

The brunette’s gaze narrowed just a bit more, focusing on the subtle blush that graced the younger one’s cheeks with a hunger he hadn’t felt in a really long time. If he were to only listen to his dick’s brain, he probably would fuck him right here and then.

And Jonghyun was making it incredibly hard to resist as his hand finally reached his belt and tugged on it with a provocative playfulness.

"So, am I right?"

Jinki’s eyes darted downwards, looking at how close the blonde’s small hand was to his crotch and thinking about how much he wanted it on it. Images of being brought to completion flashed in his mind and he had to bite down hard on his lip not to moan.

Out of precaution for his sanity, he grabbed the other’s hand and moved it away from him.

"Do I look like the kind of guy that would bring you to such a secluded place to fuck?"

Jonghyun shrugged. "I don’t know, you tell me," he said in a tone that had accents of challenge.

"Well, if you must know, my MO’s pretty much the opposite of yours," Jinki informed before chuckling a bit at the frown that drew itself on the smaller one’s pretty features.

"What does that mean?"

Jinki’s laughter died right that moment, unnerving Jonghyun deeply. He didn’t have much time to linger on it though as the brunette’s face came close to his again. Just when he thought he would be granted with the gift of another kiss, the other moved his head slightly, bringing his lips to his ear.

"It means that I like to wait," he whispered before pulling back again.

Jonghyun’s eyes had closed at the sound of his voice, lingering on the undertones of it for a few more seconds before he opened them again. His spine was still tingling from the shiver that had just run through it, leaving him in a heightened state of sensitivity.

He couldn’t help but want to be close to him, to feel more of him, but most of all, he didn’t want to force anything. Despite the way the other had chosen to get his point across, Jonghyun could still feel he was pretty serious about it. Jinki didn’t seem like the type of guy to play around with his words.

"Waiting it is then," Jonghyun acknowledged not without a tinge of disappointment pinching at his heart.

Jinki seemed to pick up on that, because a second later, he was laughing. "Don’t worry, I don’t mean waiting until marriage," he reassured. "I just want to get to know you better first."

Jonghyun felt his heart flutter. "Sure," he simply said as he tried to remain calm.

The brunette smiled softly. "I probably should bring you back home now," he indicated as his gaze travelled around them.

The blonde did the same, only then realizing how dark their surroundings had become.

"Yeah, okay," he agreed.

A few seconds later, they were back in the car, fastening their seatbelts, before Jinki had the engine running again.

The ride back seemed to pass by a lot quicker even though they fell into the same shared silence as before.

As they crossed into familiar territory again, Jonghyun started bracing himself for the moment when they’d have to say goodbye. His neediness for the other still felt incredibly odd, but he just couldn’t help it.

The thought of asking him to come up to his dorm crossed his mind, but when the car finally stopped in front of his building, he felt stupid for it. He could wait a little more.

"I’m really happy we got to spend the evening together, Jonghyun," Jinki said as he smiled at him once more.

"Me, too," Jonghyun echoed as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "Thank you for bringing me back home."

"It’s the least I could do after bringing you out to nowhere," the other replied, laughing.

Jonghyun couldn’t help but join in. "I suppose. " He then looked down to his hands, thinking. "Since you showed me something significant for you tonight, maybe next time, I could do the same?" he proposed, a little nervous.

A slight push of the other’s hand under his chin had him looking right into his eyes again.

"I didn’t do that to put pressure on you. We can just go with the flow, really," Jinki said before bringing the same hand up to his cheek to give it a soft caress.

Jonghyun’s eyes closed again, trying to grasp every delineation of his touch. "Okay," he gently uttered under his breath.

Once he let himself meet his eyes again, he couldn’t help but want just a little more.

"Can I get a goodnight kiss?" he asked, somewhat embarrassed.

Jinki nodded before inching closer to him. Jonghyun sighed as their lips met in a soft, slow kiss, his heart rate picking up greatly from the feel of it.

It almost felt like a tragedy when the other pulled back to create a small window of space between them.

"I’ll call you soon, for real this time," Jinki promised before leaving a quick peck on his lips.

Jonghyun nodded in turn and waited for the other to settle back comfortably into his seat before finally making a move to step out.

It was only when he was up and standing on the sidewalk after watching the other drive away that he realized how much he was already addicted to this man.

And that was definitely a problem.

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gagmebucky · 5 years ago

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talking ab the request list and concepts i am marinating on for them (pt 1)

the extreme dominance one.

i wanna do that one so bad because it’s like the closest ill ever get to writing full on b//d///s//m. but it requires a careful hand because at the same time i want it to be, well, extreme; i have to draw a clear line in the sand. and that’s actually easy ‘cause i plan on framing it with complimentary trauma (what a funny phrase) in the sense that as a function of bucky’s upbringing, he has a compulsory need for control (because if he isn’t, then things are going to unfold into chaos, at least that’s what his brain tells him); then the reader’s upbringing makes her crave to be controlled (because if she’s in control, then she’s gonna ruin everything). but i don’t want to glorify either of those things - they’re just reasons as to why and sorta soften the harshness of the fic dynamics. like you know, bucky isn’t some asshole who likes to be in control because he’s an asshole but a result of childhood conditioning. and reader isn’t some naïve little thing who’s agreeing to it because she doesn’t know any better but because it’s sort of coping mechanism for her. but i can’t present it w/o showing that although they use that dominant / sub dynamic lifestyle as a coping mechanism, both of them make active steps to actually cope psychologically with their past trauma. and i know you’re like, q!! it’s not that deep!! just write ab them fucking!! but i cant just do that 😭 there’s a way to write really filthy shit while maintaining a moral boundary. if it’s not, then im gonna hate it, SO

but anyway, it’s gonna be sexi, tho. and i gotta keep the request as main plot. so im thinkin, after a lil soc from Bucky’s pov, then it’s like reader pickin stuff out for a party at one of bucky’s friends house, and you know it’s like a fashion show ting with him no-ing and yes-ing. anyway, so they go and i think i want bucky to show off. like “reader, do this” (she does) “now do THIS” (she does) in front of his friends and stuff. is that qualifying as a dominance kink, or is it simply thinly veiled exhibitionism?

idk. (i do, it’s the latter 😞). but now the question is, how do i implement the first bullet point in with the next? that’s my barrier. i shant just state it outright ‘cause it ruins the flow and i know i possess the ability to seamlessly insert info in action. it all has to Fit. i can intertwine it in the fucking without it seeming staccato to the plot. tailor it into the smut content where it’s relevant and necessary to add.

the goddamn bucky x reader x loki one. fucking christ.

i literally can see it. innocent but alluring eyes against stern but intense blues and mischief-sparkling green ones, a body on a couch between bucky’s six foot but broad build and loki’s slender but six-foot-two build, one big hand on each thigh; the “brother” is leaning forward on the coffee table, attention on a video game screen clueless to what’s going on behind him. a scene shift, midnight, a body pinned partially to the kitchen counter; loki’s fingers tangled in hair, wrenching head back while bucky’s fingers spanning the jawline as he leans over and fucking spits > turns your head so loki can do likewise.

and ive got the goddamn personalities down, i think. reader is fairly “innocent” - in the sense keeps to herself and hadn’t sought this “affair” out but at the same time, she isn’t stopping it, neither. bucky tries to show some restraint but ultimately fails, repeatedly, while loki is full steam ahead, no control and almost outright with his infatuation and the fact it goes both ways.

there’s mild conflict where bucky’s caught between loyalty and his you-based monomania. and he knows about you and loki but he isn’t necessarily bothered by it in the sense of jealousy because he understands and there’s a sort of comfort in knowing someone else is also affected by you. however, he’s trying to be loyal and all that and loki’s like no :).

that’s it. seems like everything is there, right? well it’s NOT, my goddamn subconscious wont give it to me -_-

father’s best friend!bucky.

so bucky steps in as a temporary professor for reader’s college class. but you have no idea and you’re lowkey a freak, and the lecture is so chill and stuff that you can sorta just fuck off. and you’re next to a guy (peter, i do believe) and his hand is up your skirt and you two are being lowkey but highkey which is fine ‘cause everyone there is your friend and shit and use to it.

but professor barnes, who had been excited to teach your class and seen you all studious and shit because he’s been your father’s best friend for four years now and he’s been impressed at all your accomplishments and beauty, sees you all wanton and a true marvel in female sexuality. and he’s fucking shocked, appalled - but really just jealous - that you’re doing that in front of everyone with fucking baby-faced peter parker.

and he tries to call you out - privately, btw - but you know what? you are highly intelligent and you know he just wishes that he was the one to have his hand between your legs. which you point out furiously in a whispered sidebar before storming off and resuming your behavior.

but professor!father’s best friend!bucky is not done. and he calls you up to be his “aid” and has you read the textbook off the projector. except, you’re bent over it, next to the prof desk, backside proposed in the opposite direction of what everyone can see so they don’t really understand why your words begin to stutter and your face is becoming flustered (you’re so confident and comfortable in that lecture, why would you be embarrassed?). but it’s because the temp professor has his fingers wedged between your thighs while muttering the filthiest things though they think he’s just tellling you to repeat the sentences you stumble over ❤️

best friend’s father!bucky. (deadass did not realize this had been on the request lskdjslkjf)

idk. I just know that i want to do a fic with this trope where the best friend is guy and he’s sorta an asshole who’s lowkey been trying to get w you but really you’re fucking his father and that’s the only reason you’re his friend. 😳❤️

i probably won’t be able to do this for a while but i do wanna do it.

#my concepts #i have to write these things out for my subconscious can see the do-ablity of it ❤️ and hopefully she will let me do them -_-#q posts #to do plots

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whereisten · 6 years ago

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The Agreement

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: Vampire!Sicheng needs a new toy and he just so happens to find you, a struggling college student that would literally give up a few drops of blood for some quick cash. An agreement is reached, you are told that you are strictly forbidden from falling in love. You are to only show up, give blood, get money. Seems pretty easy, right?

Pairing: Vampire!Sicheng X female reader

Genre: (emboldened words signify what this specific part has): angst, smut (nothing intense, mostly suggestive), fluff, violence (very brief)

Chapter Warnings: some cursing, alcohol mention

Word Count: 5.8K

(A/n: Frat Boy!Jaehyun returns! This is the same Jaehyun and y/n from It Only Takes One Night, you can read that one first to get a little back story, but they broke up and now he’s back, hopefully this makes sense)

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Bella watches as you separate the M&M’s in your ice cream sundae by color. You frowned and pushed the red to the left and the blue to the right.

“Okay..so do you wanna talk about it?” Bella sighs.

“What happened with you and your boss?”

It’s been several weeks since you’ve seen Sicheng. That night paused your daily visits because he claimed that you’d be drawn to him and it wouldn’t be healthy.

“Nothing..” you held your head in your hand and looked at the melting ice cream. It reminded you of your heart and body, melting and without proper form. You not only missed Sicheng, you yearned for him.

Your body didn’t function properly and your mind couldn’t focus on anything for more than four seconds.

“You didn’t even say anything in Edwards’ class when he called on you today and you know participation is like fifty percent of our grade...” Bella tapped the table in the ice cream parlor, Scoups Ahoy. She was slightly annoyed at how short and off you were being.

You couldn’t explain it to her, there’s no way she’d understand. And even if she did, the first thing she’d do is go after Sicheng and scold him for doing this to you in the first place.

“It’s..nothing Bella, I promise. I—just have a lot on my mind.” You looked up and gave a small smile.

“So you’re taking a break from your job..I think that’ll be good for you..I mean, it’s good money, but you should focus on school first.” Bella gave you the motherly talk like she always did. And while on most occasions, it did help to ease your anxiety, it didn’t on this one.

But you had to pretend.

“Thank you, Bella.”

Bella nodded then started to talk about how cute the ice cream guy was and then she started to talk about a new basketball player she had a crush on.

Your mind started to drift again. You saw Sicheng’s beautiful, dopey smile, the way his mouth moved when his deep voice left his soft lips, the way his eyes creased when he laughed. You missed the feeling of his soft, cold fingers against your skin when he inserted the needle. His scent, the smell of sandalwood, just strong and prevalent enough that it filled his house. Oh, and his cute, elf-shaped ears, and—

“Hey! Over here! I’m talking to you!” Bella waved a hand in your face, you didn’t notice that you started smiling as you thought about Sicheng.

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I’m kinda tired..”

Bella crosses her arms. “You slept for most of the day”

“You have a point, but I promise I was listening!” You sat up straight.

“Oh really? What’s his name?” Bella asked.

“His name’s Sicheng and he’s super cute and nice..” you melted in your seat and put your chin in your hand. But you looked up to see Bella’s look of disappointment.

“...oh, wait, you meant the name of the uhh basketball player or the ice cream guy?” You closed your eyes and prayed that Bella would let you live just this once.

“Huh...so that’s what’s going on..you’ve fallen for your boss? Really, y/n!” Bella gasped.

You sighed. Oh no.

“No, no..I haven’t..fallen for anyone since you-know-who, it’ll stay that way for a while.”

Bella rolled her eyes. “Hmmm..sure.”

“I wanna go home, I should—study.”

But you didn’t need to study, you needed to see Sicheng. You craved him.

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It was the next day when you decided to see Sicheng for the first time in three weeks. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to see him. You would’ve gone to him the night before, but you knew Bella would’ve asked too many questions, so you waited until today.

She went to her class while you decided to skip yours and take an Uber to him.

You’re nervous and fidgety as you wait for Sicheng to open the door, but when he finally does you nearly jump out of your skin.

Sicheng looks even more radiant than usual. His eyes are deep and sensual, his button down shirt reveals his chest and his dress pants hug his waist nicely. He’s such a gentleman, you forgot that sometimes he felt more comfortable dressed this way, even when inside his own home. And God, does he smell good.

why did he look so good? did he find someone to replace you already? You became jealous at the thought that Sicheng would have someone else over to feed him, but you weren’t sure why. He had to survive with or without you.

You want to hug him and hold him, to feel his hands on your body, but you can’t. You stand there stupidly.

“I—uh—Sicheng,” you took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry...but my chest is on fire..I had to see you.”

Sicheng parts his full lips and looks at you sadly. He wished you hadn’t come back, he wished to never see your beautiful face again. “I know..”

From the moment Sicheng opens the door, he can already tell from the expression on your face what you need him to do, but as much as he’d love to do it, he can’t hurt you like that. Giving in will only make the addiction worse.

“Sicheng, I need you, I’ve tried to stay away but I can’t.” You begged but he shook his head.

“Y/n...I told you we can’t. It’s not gonna get better...it’ll only get worse.” He searches your tired eyes. You look weak and dull, the bags under your eyes told him you were really having a difficult time. He wants to hold you, but he doesn’t.

He knows he can’t just leave you outside or alone. You could find someone else, someone like Ben to satisfy your craving for the feeling, and he knows that they’d gladly do it too.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Okay..come inside.”

You smiled and happily walk in, taking your usual seat while Sicheng walks behind you.

He hooks up the machine that takes out your blood.

Your head falls back as you focus on the feeling of your warm blood leaving your veins and entering the blood bag. It feels good, not as good as Sicheng, but the feeling is enough to satisfy your longing for a bit.

“The only thing we can do is go back to our regular schedule, that way, you’ll get used to giving your blood this way alone.” Sicheng’s tone is very serious as he sits down on the couch across from you.

He can’t help but think about the other lives he’s ruined by growing too attached to them. He only hopes to help you, and not hurt you in the end.

He knows he should’ve never made direct contact with you, for you both start to feel a craving for each other.

You frown and look at the floor after Sicheng doesn’t turn on the TV like he usually does and doesn’t talk to you.

“How have you been?” You ask, trying to break the silence.

“Good.” Sicheng says through a tight mouth.

“Why don’t you play your favorite Twilight Zone episode?”

“It’s alright.” Sicheng got up from the couch and walked upstairs.

You wondered what did you do wrong. It seemed like he couldn’t stand to be around you. Did he dislike you now?

It’s during your third visit since you’ve started again that Sicheng starts to act normal.

He watched the Adams Family with you and you two laugh together.

He still gets sad when he looks at you, but he is happy to see that you are already feeling better.

“I’m doing better in class Sicheng, thank you.” You smile at him while he sits on the couch in a T-shirt and pajama pants. He looks very relaxed for once.

He doesn’t say you’re welcome because you should’ve never started doing poorly because of him in the first place.

He nods and smiles softly,making your chest go wild with butterflies when he looks your way.

Over time, the bond between you two strengthens each day you go over. You start to spend more time at his place, eating whatever he cooks and listening to his stories even after you’ve given him the lood he needs.

“How many guests do you cook for? This baked potato is the BOMB.”

Sicheng blushed. “You think so?”

“Yeah! It’s almost as good as my mom’s cooking! You have to try it one day!—oh..I’m sorry.” You paused when you realized your mistake.

Sicheng only laughed. “It’s okay, dear.”

You sighed and put your plate down. “I’m very excited for winter break, I finally get to go home and see her, I miss her..a lot you know.”

Sicheng looked to the TV and frowned. “You should tell her you love her and visit her often. Life..goes by quickly.”

“I will, and thanks to you, I can actually send her gifts and give her everything she deserves.” You grinned. You thought of how happy your mom was now that you made more money and are able to completely support yourself. She didn’t have to be so stressed all the time and you were thankful for that.

He smiled “good.”

“And to answer your question, you’re my only guest so I have to make sure I get these meals right.”

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Sicheng starts to get used to you asking many questions about his life.

“The vampires won the war for Americans but they’ll never teach you that at your fancy college.” Sicheng told you about World War II while watching you eat the chicken Alfredo he made. He was quite a good chef for a guy that thought all food tasted like pig lard. He always seemed to know the right amount of seasoning and salt to put into his food.

“Why didn’t you guys claim the victory? Why do you hide?” You swallowed hard and waved your fork.

Sicheng laughed at your stuffed cheeks. He thought you were so cute, especially when you innocently asked questions.

“We feel it is best to be in the shadows, for humans have a tendency to ruthlessly kill what they don’t understand and/or control. We could easily overrule you, but you’re also our main food source.”

You raised your brows, “well, you do have a point.”

The next visit, you watched Alfred Hitchcock’s movie Veritgo and laughed at the strange angles and overly dramatic turns and gasps.

“This movie was quite the game changer back in my day, and here we are, laughing at it.” Sicheng turned to you, watching your eyes focus on the screen.

He felt something in his chest as he watched you. You were innocent, kind, and beautiful, unlike any other actress he’d ever seen.

“‘Back in my day’ yeah okay, old man.” You tease him, and poke his side while you both laugh. You didn’t notice that as you had more visits, you started to get closer and closer physically to each other on the couch.

His icy body cools down your heated one. You still crave his touch and the feeling of him draining you, but it’s not even remotely as strong as it was before.

You were happy to just be with him again, and without much thought, you blurt out a question you probably shouldn’t have asked your “boss.”

“So, remember when I said I couldn’t wait to go home for the holidays?”

“Yes.” Sicheng turned to you and looked at your lips. They were so close to his, he got distracted for a moment but quickly looked up to your eyes.

“So..my mom’s...uh having this...Christmas dinner..it’ll just be the two of us, but..I” You looked to the art on the wall behind Sicheng to distract yourself, but his gaze was too strong, you had to look back at him.

You pushed yourself up on the couch more, folding your legs under your butt.

“..I was wondering if you’d like to come over..I mean since you’ll be alone, you know.. and my mom is really sweet and I told her about you..she wants to meet you..and...and you wouldn’t have to spend Christmas alone..”

Sicheng wanted to say yes, he had spent so many Christmas’ alone, he wanted to have an experience with a family for once. And he wanted to meet your mom, whom he was sure was just as adorable and kind as you were, but he knew he shouldn’t.

He frowned as he came to the realization that you saw this more than a boss and worker relationship. You saw this as something more and he did too. You two were getting too close and he felt he had to stop it.

“No, y/n, I’m sorry but I don’t think it would be appropriate.”

Sicheng looked away from your sad face and to the TV.

“We should keep our relationship professional.”

You scooted away a bit and nodded, trying to hide the pain you felt from his abrupt answer and unusually cold tone. “You’re absolutely right, I’m sorry...well..I should get going.”

Sicheng is devastated by your somber tone and almost immediately hates himself for making you upset, but it had to be done. He wanted to protect you.

As you were about to leave, Sicheng turned you to face him. He lowered his face towards yours and looked into your eyes deeply.

“When will you be back?” Sicheng asked, eyes glued to your lips.

“In January...I’ll call you.” You were distracted by his full lips just inches away from yours. You were still hurt that he said no, but being this close to him made you weak. There was something so magnetizing about him.

Your large eyes looked up to him, waiting for him to close the gap.

He nodded and forced himself to pull back and away from you.

He smiled as he watched you walk briskly to your building to avoid the sharp breeze and cold temperature he was so accustomed to.

But the ache he felt in his chest as he watched you leave worried him. Perhaps things have already gone too far.

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You jump into your mom’s arms when you open the door to your house. You’ve finally made it back him for Christmas, and you are beyond excited to spend time with her.

“Oh, my baby!! I’m so happy you’re home! But—look at you, are you eating well? Are you sleeping?” Your mom’s worried face move closer to yours as she pinches your cheeks.

She’s looking at every wrinkle and every pore to make sure you’re okay.

You had to admit, you did look kind of tired since you had been giving blood three days out of the week.

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine mom! It smells so good in here!” You hug her tightly and walk in.

The two of you talk about school and work. She starts to ask about the enormous cash flow you’ve gained, so you try not to give too much information away.

“So..this job, what kinda boss has you go to his house?” Your mom asks as she puts the green bean casserole in the oven.

You lean against the door frame and look at the apple you’re munching on. “Well..I kinda have to go into his house if I’m getting paid to clean it, mom.”

You told her that you just had to clean the house of a bachelor who had parties and guests over frequently. You had to be there three days out of the week because the place would get too messy after every party. But this was far from the truth. You hated having to lie to her, but telling her that your boss was actually a sugar daddy that needed blood and not sex wasn’t really an option.

“Oh, but honey are your sure it isn’t tiring? How do you have time to study and eat?”

She turns to start washing some dishes.

“It’s alright. I’m managing everything pretty well, actually!” You said with a full mouth. She gave you a look and you laughed before swallowing.

“Sorry..”

Then you heard a knock on your door.

“Who’s that? Do they really send Jehovah witnesses out on Christmas Day now?” You asked.

“Oh no..that must be..” your mom hesitated.

You looked at her questioningly.

“Um..sweetie, I hope you don’t mind that I invited Jaehyun over for dinner.”

“You WHAT?” You nearly bit your tongue when his name left her mouth.

Jaehyun was your ex-boyfriend, the you-know-who that you decided to never talk about. He hurt you, so you broke up with him a year ago. The pain was still fresh, but your mom didn’t know that part. You decided not to tell her why you and Jaehyun broke up so she didn’t understand the magnitude of it all.

She always loved Jaehyun and found him to be adorable and sweet. She loved it when you took him home and the three of you spent time together. She thought he was perfect for you and that you’d eventually get married some day, but she was wrong. The dimpled and irresistible boy wasn’t as sweet as he seemed.

Your mom quickly dried her hands and walked towards you. “You know, he has no one to spend it with since his father passed away in March and his mom went back home to Korea. It’ll be his first Christmas without a family and—I just couldn’t bare to leave him on his own for today.”

“Mom! You know how I feel about him! How could you invite him without asking me first?” Furious was an understatement. You knew your mom just wanted to be nice and she thought you ended things on good terms, but she was wrong. She always had a good heart and wanted to do what was right, but why did it have to be at your expense?

“Honey..I’m sorry, but it won’t be that bad..it’s only for a few hours, okay?” She brushed past you to get to the front door.

“Are you sure he’s not your ex?!”

You rolled your eyes, but she waved a hand to you before unlocking the door.

“Oh, hello!! Jaehyun, it’s so nice to see you.” Your mom hugged the grim reaper with a killer smile tightly as he stood in your door way. You watched from far away. Part of you wanted to drop kick him back outside and into the cold, the other part wanted to cry. You avoided him on campus successfully and now, here he was in your house, hugging your mom who was just too nice sometimes.

He smiled and handed your mother a large and neatly wrapped box.

“Thank you for having me, I’m..very grateful.” His smiled made your mom blush as she took the gift and placed it under the tree.

He took his coat off and placed it on a hook by door before walking towards you. He stopped before going to hug you. “Y/n..it’s nice to see you again.” he said smoothly.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “I can’t say the same, but it’s Christmas, so welcome to my house.” You gave a sarcastic smile.

He chuckled and looked down at you fondly. “Nothing about you has changed..”

“I’m not the one that needs to change, Jaehyun.”

“You’re right, but I did miss you.” Jaehyun’s eyes grew as he searched your face and stepped closer.

You waved your hand. “Don’t...you’re having dinner with us, and you’re leaving.” You whispered so your mom wouldn’t hear.

“We’re never speaking again after tonight.”

Jaehyun gave a small smile and nodded. “As you wish, princess.” Your mom cut around the corner and hurriedly walked to the kitchen. “Everything is almost ready!” “What can I help you with?” Jaehyun asked your mom, still engaging in your stare down. “Oh, nothing really, honey, I just have to mash the potatoes.” Your mom yelled out from the kitchen. “Oh great! I’ll put these strong arms to good use!” Jaehyun smirked and walked past you while rolling up his sleeves. Your mom and Jaehyun laughed and conversed in the kitchen while you sat on your couch, staring through the window. It was difficult to not think about Sicheng and how badly you missed him. You wondered what he was doing, if he was spending time with anyone else. You wanted to text him, but the old man rarely had his cell phone on him. You opened the text box to wish him a merry Christmas but remembered the look on his face when you said goodbye. He looked upset, nervous. You both knew that you were getting close and the boss-worker relationship without emotional investment that you tried to maintain was failing. All the glances, the smiles, the soft touches and unnecessary closeness of your bodies told you that there was something more. But you couldn’t break his rule. You signed an agreement, however, your heart couldn’t stop itself. You sighed. You knew you would just have to deal with the consequences of your easy heart feeling stupid things again. That’s when you notice a car pull into your drive way. You sat up on the couch and wondered who else was here for dinner, your fourth grade crush maybe? The car was nice, expensive, and as it pulled in closer you recognized the gold logo on the hood. It was a Lamborghini. Sicheng? You jumped up and threw on your jacket before heading out. He turned his car off and opened his door before stepping out. “Sicheng? What are you doing here?” Your face beaming, you never thought you’d see him. He looked amazing as usual. He wore a black suit and black turtle neck. A gold necklace hung from his long neck and shiny gold Rolex stuck out on his slim and pale wrist. His hair was parted to reveal his forehead and brought out his flawless face. He smiled when he saw you. You hugged him on impulse, wrapping you arms around his neck and tip toeing up. “I’m so happy you’re here.” Sicheng patted your back and smiled, but cleared his throat. He had to remember to keep his distance. You pulled away. “Oh—I’m sorry.” Your smile faded. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked at you, even cold-hearted vampires had a weakness for soft, beauties like you. And what was wrong with a simple hug. “It’s okay..I quite liked that, actually.” You chuckled. “How did you find me?” “I have connections, it wasn’t difficult...and I only came to uh..make sure you eat healthily.” Sicheng looked up and put his hands in his pockets. “I know some college kids let themselves go during the Holidays and I can’t drink blood with too much fat in it..” You smirked. “Riiiight. I’m sure that’s why you came.” You took his hand and led him inside. “You gotta meet my mom!” You introduce Sicheng to your mom who is more than delighted to see that he could make it. Jaehyun, on the other hand, looks at Sicheng in irritation. For once, he isn’t the main star. Jaehyun was gorgeous, he was like a model that just stepped out from a poster for a high-end designer brand, he was perfect. But Sicheng was equally as striking, he had no imperfections and had a killer smile as well. While the four of you are at dinner, Sicheng talks about what he does, of course, he makes something up to appear “normal,” but your mom is loving it. “Wow, you’re a well accomplished young gentle man.” Your mom says before handing him the bowl of salad. She’s surprised that he speaks like a jazz pioneer, but of course he does, he was born in the 1900s. She thought he was just “old school.” “And you sound so intelligent, tell me, are you sure you were born in the late 90s?” You choke on your egg nog and laugh. Oh the irony of it all. Sicheng laughs too. “Well, that is what my birth certificate says.” His eyes crinkle while you watch him and smile. Jaehyun rolls his eyes every time Sicheng speaks. He doesn’t believe anything that he says and is clearly jealous of the money he has. You smirk as you look up at him across from you, you’re happy now that Sicheng’s here and he’s annoyed by that. Sicheng pretends to enjoy the food your mom has cooked. You’re surprised and happy that he’s done that because he once described real food as tasting like fatty balls of salt, but he eats it and smiles because he doesn’t want to insult your mom. Your mom starts to talk about school with Jaehyun so you look at Sicheng as he struggles to swallow his food. “Thank you” You mouth and he winks.

The entire dinner is filled with smiles and laughter while you blush and look at Sicheng. Whenever you speak, he tilts his head and smiles as well, loving the way your mouth moves and your cheeks rise. It’s clear to everyone that he adores you. Your mom notices how he looks at you and suspects that there’s more than a business relationship. Without considering how awkward it would make the two of you feel, she blurts out “So, how long have you been seeing each other?” “Mom!” You yell out in an attempt to drown out her question. Sicheng only laughs and shakes his head. “Your daughter and I...we have a friendship that is dear to my heart.” You don’t know what you expected him to say, but deep down, you knew that wasn’t the answer you wanted. Friendship? Was that it? She nods and apologizes “I’m sorry, it’s just you two seem so close, but that’s what my daughter needs! She needs a good friend to look out for her.” Jaehyun laughs lightly before biting a slice of ham. His laughter is cut short, however, after you kick his leg under the table. You’re cleaning up in the kitchen while Sicheng plays a tune on your old and painfully out of tune piano for your mom. She coos and gasps at how well he plays. He’s doing the best he can, but can’t take it anymore as his enhanced hearing makes it sound wretched. You laugh at him and the faces he makes. “I—should tune this before I continue, I hope you don’t mind.” He asks your mom while you watch from the small opening above the kitchen sink. Your mom happily lets him tune it while you wash the dishes Just as you smile while watching Sicheng and your mom interact, Jaehyun enters the kitchen and stands beside you. “How’s school?” He tries to start a conversation, but your not having it. “Fine.” “You still into psychology?” He put his hands in his pockets. He wants to play catch up like you two are long distance best friends that haven’t seen each other in ages. But this wasn’t the case, and you really wanted nothing to do with him. “Yes.” You look back down to the dishes and give him short answers, you really didn’t want to speak to him. “So..who’s this rich bastard?” He asks annoyingly. “He’s not a bastard, actually he’s not like you at all” you spit out to him. “Ah I see, so you’ve got a sugar daddy now, you’ve become a true college girl” Jaehyun tilts his head as he looks down on you.

“Tell me, does he touch you as well as I did? Does he make you feel good?” he keeps asking, but you ignore him.

“Jaehyun!” You look up at him furiously. He reaches up and holds your face in one hand while caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I’ve been thinking about you and how much I miss you, your body, the sounds you make when you call my name.” He continues and touches your waist with his other hand. You push him away from you “Jaehyun, we ended things a long time ago, don’t take my mother’s kindness for an invitation to come back into our lives. I want nothing to do with you!”

You try not to say too loudly so that your mom will hear, but he persists. You’re pretty sure he’s had too much wine tonight as he slurs his words a bit.

“Oh please, I know you still like me, I’ve seen the way you look at me, I know he doesn’t make you feel good” he says as he steps closer and holds his hand out again, but out of nowhere comes Sicheng. You always forget just how fast he moves. And he forgets that not everyone knows what he is. “Shes not interested” Sicheng says while lightly pushing Jaehyun off of you. “And she’s interested in you?” Jaehyun looked at Sicheng with a disgusted look on his face. “Oh wait, she gets paid to act interested.” Jaehyun inched closer to Sicheng’s face. “You think you’re the big guy with your Lamborghini and tailored suit. But guess what, Gatsby, I didn’t have to pay her, I got it for free.” “Jaehyun!” You yelled but in a split second Sicheng grabbed him by the collar and pushed him into the wall.

Your mom rushed in when she heated the commotion.

Jaehyun was so shocked by Sicheng’s sudden movement, he looked at him with furrowed brows and a confused expression. How could someone as slim as Sicheng hold him up against a wall like this? He knew he was different.

“Jaehyun! It’s time for you to leave.” Your mom yelled. “How dare you talk about my daughter like that! Get the hell out of my house.” Neither of you knew that she heard the entire conversation, but you were somewhat glad she did because now she finally sees why you don’t talk to Jaehyun. Jaehyun looked up in disbelief and scoffed. He brushed Sicheng off and walked past you and your mother. He stopped when he passed her. “I’m sorry” he said quietly then continued walking. You heard the click of the front door and relaxed a little.

“I’m so sorry dear, I didn’t know he was such a jerk.” Your mom came up to you and held you in her arms.

You nodded “it’s okay, there was no way you could’ve known.”

You looked at Sicheng who still had tight fists. “Excuse me, I think it’s time for me to go.” He walked past you and your mother.

“Wait, Sicheng, don’t go” you turned to him with a sorrowful look on your face. You appreciated the way he defended you, but you wanted him to stay longer, you missed him and loved his presence.

“I’ll leave you two for a moment. I owe the neighbors a Christmas cake!” Your mom jumped up and hurriedly grabbed her coat and scarf.

You knew she felt the awkwardness of the moment and that the two of you needed some time alone to talk. You and Sicheng sat down on the couch together.

“I’m sorry he said those awful things, I’m sorry for coming.” he kept apologizing, and you didn’t understand why. “Sicheng, please don’t apologize, thank you for coming, he’s an asshole and I hate him, I prefer your company anyway..” you started. “Did you see his face? The asshole didn’t see it coming.” You laughed to try to break the serious mood. Sicheng smiled. “Yeah, I did move a little too fast.” Sicheng’s hair had fallen into his forehead during the whole ordeal, so you rose your hand and gently pushed it out and fixed the part. You felt his eyes on your face while your delicate fingers moved. He held your wrist to stop you. He watched your lips and you both moved closer to each other. “Sicheng..please don’t go yet.” You breathily said, eyes still on his luscious lips. “Why is your heart beating so fast?” Sicheng whispered in a low tone that made you shiver. He looked into your eyes while he held your wrist.

You leaned in closer.

Everything about him made you weak. You wanted to kiss him on your couch right then and there, could you hold back your feelings any longer?

“Sicheng..I.” He stopped you by kissing your lips. Finally.

You wanted to feel them on yours for so long.

You held your back while you held his face and deepened the kiss. His cold hands rubbed your back slowly, making the hairs on your hot skin raise. You picked yourself up and sat on his lap. He caressed your thighs while licking your bottom lip.

You panted and turned your head, enjoying the way his silky lips pushed against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands held your waist while you grinded down onto him. “Sicheng..” you called out his name quietly. He placed sloppy kisses on your neck, ignoring the small voice in his head that told him to stop. He only listened to your whining and focused on the feeling of your body finally on his, the way your clothed, pulsing core rubbed against his covered and aching tip. He sucked on your collar bone, holding himself back from biting into your soft skin.

The sound of your heart beat and your delicious scent drove him crazy while he sat under you.

His pants kept him restricted, but he still felt your opening growing wet as you pushed down onto him. Your moans sounded like the most exquisite music to his ears.

His hands went to the back of your dress as you started to kiss him again, but stopped and looked at you.

You breathed heavily. “Undress me..please.”

Sicheng pulled the zipper down hesitantly and you let your mouth open slightly when you felt the cold breeze hit your back.

You raised yourself and pushed down onto him again, repeating the action as your heat built up and he grew.

You ran your hand down his rock hard chest and rested it on his bulge. He thrusted up into it while still kissing your lips fervently. You still moved back and forth on his lap while his hands gripped your ass to push you down harder. He groaned and felt a rumbling in his chest that told him to feed. His fangs grew and his eyes fluttered shut as he inched closer to your vein and dug his nails into your velvety skin. He wanted to drink from you and savor every drop. He wanted to make sweet love to you and feel your satin walls around him while listening to your heavenly moans, but he couldn’t.

He held your wrist and pulled away from you.

He batted his eyes and looked at your swollen lips, as if trying to focus on the words he was trying to say. “I-I should go.” You breathed heavily and looked at hip through wide eyes. “Why? We can go to my room if you want to.” Sicheng took you off his lap and placed you down gently beside him while fixing his pants and zipping your dress back up. “Y/n..I want to..trust me..I really do, but this isn’t good for us.” You exhaled, you knew that this wasn’t part of the agreement, but you wanted it so badly. He got up to leave, but you held his hand. “Sicheng, don’t leave..I think..I love—“ you muttered out without thinking. He quickly pulled away and clenched his jaw. “Don’t. I told you not to” Sicheng looked to the side. You silently cursed yourself. “Sicheng, I’m so sorry but-“ you continued and stood up from the couch, but he walked away from you.

“We cant do this anymore, this is over” he walked out the door and to his car, he didn’t look at you but you could tell he was upset by his somber and muted tone.

You threw your head forward and held it in your hands. “What did I just do?”

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