#one those 'only a few days ago we were talking and smiling and dancing...' type things

[simgerale]

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; 1/3

TRANSCRIPT:

Some Nights Ago...

magdalena: [whispering] Your highness, why on earth did you drag me out here at this hour?

luca: Well, your majesty, I was laying in my bed, deep in thought—

m: Of course.

l: —when I realized that I never got a dance with you at your ball.

m: And?

l: And I plan on remedying that. May I have this dance, fair lady? ...Please?

m: …[lets out a lengthy sigh] Oh, alright.

. . .

m: Speaking of the ball… Will you finally admit how you recognized me?

l: Simple—the mark on your neck. I am the one who gave it to you.

m: What mark?! You gave me no such thing! I would surely remember—

l: [grins] The scar, your majesty.

m: Oh.

l: When we were children, the last summer before the war, we visited your family. Here, at this castle.

m: Yes… I remember now. You were quite the nuisance, even at that age.

l: And you were quite the prissy little girl.

m: [furrows brows] Touché.

l: Still, I developed a crush the moment you looked me in the eyes. I tried to impress you, of course, which only led to you liking me even less. So I found a dusty sword to show off my sparring skills.

m: [gasps lightly] It was you!

l: Indeed. There I was, practicing in the maze, and then there you were, skipping past my hedge.

m: You could have killed me!

l: I could have, and that is why I dropped the sword and ran. Luckily for me, all I did was cut your hair and a small section of the back of your neck.

m: …I was distraught over losing my long hair, you know.

l: But was it not impressive that it was a clean cut?

m: Luca!

l: [snickering]

[kanbockoida]

Third time’s the charm.

Adam x fem! Reader x Lucifer

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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Y/N just stood there, completely unmoving and completely void of any emotion. Why did he lash out? It made no sense to her, no matter how she looked at it. In their vows they had promised to always talk about what’s on their mind, when they’re insecure.. All of it happened so quickly, it took the woman a few moments to truly register everything.

Memories of their most happy moments flooded her mind, all of them quite literally breaking her apart inside. The pain bit away at her heart, small tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

The proposal.. planning their wedding together, the honeymoon. It seemed almost as a distant memory now. Her life has been a mess ever since that first meeting with Lucifer.

The woman waltzed over to the couch, sitting down with a deflated expression. Lying down, everything suddenly completely flooded her mind.

“Babe, planning all this is exhausting! Can’t we take a break?” Her overgrown manchild whined, groaning like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he moped in the chair. Deadpanning, Y/N looked up from her laptop, staring at Adam. “Dear.. we sat down barely five minutes ago. I’m starting to think you don’t want to marry me~” Judging by the look on his face, she’s got him right where she wants him.

The first man frantically shook his head, sitting upright in an instant as his eyes shot wide. “Fuck you, of course I want to marry you!” As vulgar as he was, the brunette was telling the truth. Just like that Adam got to work, eyes not once moving from the screen. Sounds of frantic typing echoed through their living room, which made the woman giggle. He was honest and determined, she had to give him that. They worked efficiently for once, looking at everything they’d want at a wedding.

After a long while of convincing, Adam finally got what he wanted. Since day one he’s been praised for being the first man, the first human to ever be made. That alone gave him an ego bigger than anyone else’s. “I was thinking a huge fucking venue. Only the best for my babe~” The man cooed at his lover, putting his chin onto his hands, staring at the beautiful woman across from him. Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile dancing on her lips. He’s an idiot, but she loves him. They spent hours planning their wedding, deeming their ideas to be perfect.

”Shall we wind down tonight? We can review what we got so far once we wake up.” Begrudgingly, Adam agreed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was exhausted. That night was one of many she appreciated. Cuddled up to the love of her life. Just where she wanted to be.

Sighing, Y/N once more stood up to walk around their house, feeling the need to somehow get rid of the stress she was feeling, staring at the pictures they had hung up on the walls. It was pictures of them together over the years Adam and Y/N spent together. Their first date, their first kiss. All those endearing memories seemed so near yet so far away. Thanks to Lute, they had a perfect captured moment from their proposal. Tenderly touching the frame from the picture, a small tear running down her cheek. How did everything turn out this way? Ever since she learned about the exterminations their marriage life somehow went down the drain.

The angel walked down the little hallway, stopping in front of another framed picture. A painting from their wedding day. Both her and Adam were clad in white and gold, their happy expressions captured perfectly by the artist they had hired for their perfect day. There were no worries present in that very moment all those years ago. A sigh left Y/N’s lips, remembering every single moment from that very day.

The two were always rather competitive, and getting married might have heightened that fact. A bet was made a week before the wedding, all in good fun of course. They were not to see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding, let alone talk to one another in any sort of way. Considering Adam and Y/N are rather dependent on each other, they are a little nervous. However, who was Adam if he turned down a bet like this? Surely it won’t be that bad.

However, it was terrible for Adam. No contact with the love of his life for a whole day? That’s pure torture in every way shape and form. The man yearned for her touch, for the sound of her voice. The first man is an absolute mess, moping around in his bed. It hasn’t even been half a day and Adam already missed his soon to be wife. Thinking about all of this, all he could wonder how he survived this long without his beloved being practically glued onto him. In the end, he decided to bug Lute, crying about how much he misses Y/N.

“I miss my wife, Lute.. I miss her a lot..” Whining, Adam threw himself onto the couch, face first into a pillow. Lute, Adam’s right hand and supposed ‘not-best-friend’ only sighed, shaking her head at his antics. “Sir, don’t be dramatic.”

On the other side of town, there was a soul with the same exact problem. Y/N, staying at Sera’s place, let out a groan, pacing around the woman’s living room. Just like Adam, Y/N was restless, heart yearning for his touch and the sound of his voice. “Sera, whose stupid idea was this?!” Her voice was somewhat agitated, turning to the tall woman as her expression turned sour. Acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum wasn’t unusual, especially when she didn’t get what she wanted when it involved Adam. The Seraphim however only shook her head, just a little sick of Y/N’s antics. But who was she to blame? “Y/N.. this was quite literally your idea.” Sera chortled as she stared upon the woman throwing a tantrum on her living room couch. The other woman only pouted, rolling her eyes unamused with what she had brought upon herself. “Yeah, yeah.. I get it.” Y/N scoffed, putting her face into a pillow before groaning.

Those twenty four hours passed agonizingly slow, both parties bored and sad out of their minds. So why was she this nervous now? Standing before the large mirror, the angel stared at herself in the beautiful, white dress she picked herself. Marrying the love of her life.. It felt like a dream. There was nothing that was going to come between them and force them apart.

In less than ten minutes Y/N was going to walk down that aisle. The very aisle that both her and Adam decorated to match the theme. Fairytale themed like in the books, white and gold just like they adored it. Getting the final touch-ups almost felt unreal, the makeup artist the couple hired giving her the last ounce of pep-talk the bride clearly needed while applying a soft rosy blush as a final touch. “You’re in love with him, it’s clear as day. You’ll be fine! This day is all yours, it’ll be perfect in every single way you could imagine. Now, take a deep breath and don’t start crying, you’ll ruin our hard work!” The artist chuckled, finally having to pack up her work station, a bright smile on her lips as she stared at the bride. Y/N sighed, standing up from her seated position to get the last few steps in to calm herself. The bride smiled back, a grateful and genuine one. “Thank you, really. You did an amazing job.” Y/N turned to the woman who did her makeup, before briefly admiring herself in the full body mirror. Said makeup-artist smiled before picking up her equipment, scurrying out of the bridal suite.

The clock was ticking, and the time has finally come. A soft knock on the door made her tense up briefly. It was Emily, picking her up for the bride’s entrance.

It’s time.

Soft golden light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting gentle hues of white, gold, and soft purples across the room. The air was filled with the subtle scent of lavender, mingling with the soft notes of the harpist playing a delicate melody. Each guest turned their attention towards the grand entrance, where the bride would soon appear. The aisle was a pathway to a dream, lined with tall, slender candles in ornate gold holders, their flames flickering gently. Lush arrangements of white roses, lavender sprigs, and gold-dusted leaves adorned the pews, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The high vaulted ceiling sparkled with delicate fairy lights, twinkling like stars in a perfect night sky. Above, a grand chandelier with cascading crystals caught the light, sending rainbows dancing across the room.

At the end of the aisle stood the groom, holding his breath in a desperate attempt to calm his pounding heart. ‘Hold it together’ He thought to himself, eyes slowly beginning to water as he realized that his wife-to-be is about to walk through those doors.

Just as he anticipated, the doors opened.

There she was. His bride, his beloved. A vision of ethereal beauty. Her dress, a masterpiece of lace and satin, shimmered with every step she took down the beautifully decorated aisle.

The bodice was intricately detailed with delicate embroidery and tiny pearls, flowing into a skirt that seemed to float like a cloud. Her veil, edged with lace, trailed behind her, catching the light in a soft, glowing halo. She held a bouquet of white lilies, lavender, and golden accents, a perfect match to the enchanting surroundings.

Each step she took was in time with the music, her eyes locked onto Adam’s. Her face was a mixture of joy and serene confidence, her smile radiant. Guests whispered softly, their eyes glistening with tears of happiness.

His heart ached with a powerful mix of love and awe. His eyes never left hers, and the closer she got he felt his emotional defenses crumble. His mind flashed through memories of their journey together – the first time they met, their first kiss, the countless moments that had led them to this magical day. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the tears that were threatening to spill over. He wanted to stay strong, but how could he when Y/N looked this stunning?

As she reached the altar, her eyes welled with tears as well. She handed her bouquet to her maid of honor and took the groom’s hands in hers. Feeling his hands in hers felt thrilling, a surge of electricity seemingly rushing through their bodies. The pair admired one another, the way they stared into their eyes speaking louder than a million words. They stood there, facing each other, the world around them fading into a blur of light and color. The officiant began to speak, but their attention was solely on each other.

Adam felt a lump in his throat, and he could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down his face, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. His shoulders shook with emotion, and he smiled through his tears. The bride squeezed his hands, her own tears mingling with her radiant smile. They were both crying now, a perfect reflection of the love and happiness that filled the room.

Adam stood there, looking into the eyes of his love. The pounding of his heart was stronger than ever, his big hands cradling hers so lovingly he was afraid he’d break her if he were any rougher. With one trembling hand he reached into his pocket, pulling out a messily folded paper.. which unrolled to reveal five more pages. Seeing this made the guests burst out laughing, his beloved looking at him with the purest form of surprise.

“My flower,” the first man started, voice trembling slightly with emotion, surprising even himself. He swallowed, clenching his eyes shut as he was close to losing his composure. “From the moment I first laid my eyes upon you I knew my life would never be the same, positively of course. You’re my light and joy, the love of my life. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone as much as I love you.”

The words that came out past his lips were sincere, shocking everybody in the venue, especially the love of his life. “Sometimes it’s very difficult to find the right words to tell you just how much you mean to me. You’ve seen me at my best and at my worst. And through it all you’ve loved me unconditionally. You’ve been my rock, my confidant and my greatest supporter.” Finally, tears streamed down his cheeks, the emotions he was feeling finally got too intense. He didn’t even bother wiping them away.

“I promise to always be there for you, just as you've always been there for me. I vow to cherish you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I promise to support your dreams and to celebrate your achievements, no matter how big or small." He took another deep breath, his voice filled with earnest sincerity. "I promise to grow with you, to face the challenges of life together, hand in hand. And I vow to love you more each day than I did the day before, for the rest of our lives."

His voice broke again, and he paused, taking a moment to compose himself. The room was silent, the air thick with emotion. "I... I may not always have the right words, but please know that my heart is yours, now and forever. I love you more than I can ever express, and I am so grateful to be standing here with you today, promising you my forever." He smiled through his tears, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you for choosing me. I promise to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me."

To Y/N, Adam looked so incredibly handsome being vulnerable with his feelings. Her heart pounded, little tears too streaming down her cheeks. “My heart,” She started, voice one of a soft tremble. “From the very moment I was created, I knew we were destined to be together. The heavenly Father used half your heart to create me, making us bound together forever, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that opportunity.”

For a brief moment, the woman paused, the brightest of smiles forming upon her rosy lips, staring into Adam’s beautiful golden eyes she always got herself lost in. “You’ve shown me what it means to be loved, you showed me what it means to live, and I am eternally thankful to have you as my lifelong companion. With you, I’ve found a partner who makes my everyday life brighter, and every passing moment more meaningful.” Despite her wavering voice, her tone remained strong. “I promise to always stand by your side, through every high and every low. I vow to be your constant source of encouragement, to lift you up when you’re down, and to celebrate all of your victories, big and small. I promise to listen to you with an open heart and to speak to you with honesty and respect."

With her unwavering gaze, Y/N leaned in slightly as a big smile formed upon her lips. "I vow to cherish every moment we share, to create new memories, and to build a life filled with laughter, love, and endless adventures. I will always be your biggest fan, your partner in crime, and your safe haven." Her smile was radiant, her eyes locked onto his with unwavering certainty. "I love you with all my heart, and I am so grateful to be standing here with you today, ready to start this beautiful journey together. I promise to be the best wife I can be, for you deserve nothing less."

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a palpable sense of joy and love emanating from every corner. The officiant smiled warmly at the couple standing before them, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes with an intensity that seemed to make time stand still.

"Do you, Adam, " the officiant, Saint Peter, began, turning to look at the first man, "take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish from this day forward, until death do you part?"

The groom's eyes shone with tears, his voice steady but filled with emotion as he replied, "I do."

The Saint then turned to the bride, who was already smiling, her eyes brimming with joyful tears. "And do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish from this day forward, until death do you part?"

The bride's voice was clear and filled with love as she responded, "I do."

The officiant beamed, looking out over the gathered friends and family before returning their gaze to the couple. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the groom took a step closer, his hands gently cradling the bride’s face. He leaned in, their foreheads touching for a brief, intimate moment. Then, with a playful yet tender smile, he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other still holding her cheek. With one swift and careful movement, he dipped his wife back, her dress cascading around them like a waterfall of lace and satin.

The guests gasped softly, enchanted by the romantic gesture. The groom leaned in further, their lips finally meeting in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. It was a kiss that spoke of their journey together, their unwavering love, and the promise of a future filled with endless adventures.

The bride’s hand found its way to the nape of the groom’s neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with all the love and joy she felt. The room erupted into applause and cheers, the sound echoing off the walls and filling the space with celebration.

As the groom gently lifted her back up, their eyes locked once more, both of them breathless and smiling. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading into a blur of golden light and happy faces.

Their first kiss as husband and wife was nothing short of magical, a perfect beginning to their happily ever after. Breaking away, Adam helped the love of his life stand up straight once more, smiling like an absolute fool. Without thinking, he scooped her up, almost speed walking down the aisle with wife in his hands. “Let’s fucking go!” He celebrated, not caring about using profanities in the holy house. And off they went to the reception..

“Just where did it all go wrong..?” Y/N muttered, finally breaking her gaze from the picture that brought up all the memories.

[kittyoncescribbled]

Summary: Ace managed to break your walls, but he still has a job to do;

Word count: 873;

Rating/Content Warnings: PG-13, AFAB reader;

Author’s note: Another blurb based on these prompts — it's super nice to get back into writing, and I'm having a blast with writing those at a more relaxed pace ;

Request by: @gingernut1314.

The scorching desert sun had you furrowing your brow, but you couldn’t help but feel the ice-cold grip in your heart; it could be your akuma no mi, but you knew better than that by now.

It was because Ace had just announced that he was leaving.

You felt your lips contorting into a pout but had to bite your tongue so as to not blurt out anything in front of the rest of the crew — they would never let you live this down. You, and Luffy’s brother? Him, “Fire Fist”, and you, “Ice Heart”? That was something straight out of a comedy play or something.

It all started innocently enough: both of you, having such opposing powers, were playing around the desert with your abilities. You were a bit far away from the rest of the crew, so you wouldn’t end up hurting anyone by mistake (that was the excuse; in reality, the two of you didn’t want to risk Nami’s wrath in the case you end up throwing up sand at her or Vivi).

Your laughs echoed through the desert while fire and ice clashed, sand scattered around the air the same way snowflakes would be during a storm. You and Ace practically danced around each other admiring how your opposing elements acted when coming in contact.

Eventually, the both of you lay in the sand side by side, still laughing. The stars blinked upon you, while the moon cast a silver glow on the dunes. Because of your fruits, neither of you was affected by the cold and eventually, Ace started talking about his life with White Beard.

You were new to the pirate life while Ace had been living this life for years now. You listened to him entranced, so focused on his words that you almost missed the way his fingers intertwined with yours and how his thumb drew comforting circles on the back of your hand. You smiled nervously, your eyes scanning Ace’s face uncertain. Ace tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers ever so gentle; touching you like you were something precious, his own treasure.

“Would it be weird if I told you I can't stop thinking about you, even though we met just a few days ago?”

Your heart seemed to stop as butterflies burst in your stomach. You were not known for opening up to people, and Luffy had been the only one who managed to knock down your walls in an annoying little brother-type way, and that happened fast. You were warming up to the rest of the crew but still managed to keep your distance so as to not give a chance to heartbreak.

Ace was breaking your walls so easily and you had no idea why you let him; why did you gave him permission to touch you, run his fingers through your hair, touch your forehead with his and be close enough for you to count the freckles that decorated his face like the stars decorated the dark skies. Your breath got caught in your throat when you felt Ace's lips on yours; the temperature shock was enough to have you startled, but soon enough you had closed your eyes and given yourself to the moment, fingers entangled into Ace's hair and blood rushing on your veins.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“You can’t leave me, Ace. Please.”

Ace had already left the strawhats behind, the desert a dry vastness before him. He definitely wasn’t expecting anyone to call for his name and that was more than enough to make him stop immediately. Turning around, he saw you still in your disguise to try and blend in with people from Alabasta and a scarf framing your pretty face; a small lock of hair had escaped your scarf and now flew in the wind, stubbornly getting stuck to your glossed-up lips. 

“Please. I have never let anyone come this close before and I don't know why I'm so comfortable around you. But I don't want 

He could see the pain in your eyes and felt the sting in his heartstrings. The thing between the two of you was new, exciting, and something that wasn’t planned; but he had a mission to complete and a job to do, and as much as he would like to stay with you and his brother, he knew he couldn't.

The boy removed his hat and placed it on your head delicately, to then grand fistfuls of sand. The black-haired boy seemed to be lost in his own world, tong caught between his teeth and a wrinkle between his brows in concentration. At the same time, you had your fingers lightly on top of his hat, not sure what exactly Ace was doing that required so much focus, especially now while you were trying to express something so important to you.

Ace sculpted a small miniature of his hat for you, using his hands to mold sand; you clutched the little trinket into your chest, feeling the burn of tears on the corners of your eyes while Ace removed his hat from you and placed it on his head, hiding his rebel curls.

“You keep this one until we see each other again, ok? We will meet again. I promise”.

[beelmons]

Tags: Break-up, mild angst. 

A/N: A drabble I wrote today because I was feeling some type of way. This fic is also on AO3

The walls seem to crush me yet the room feels bigger like my heart, expanding but its content, empty.

Profilers always felt like earth-made gods to you, profoundly flawed yet seemingly unreachable, even more so if you weren’t part of their universe. Dating one was, to no one’s surprise, a challenge you long ago decided to overtake. Your relationship with Reid hadn’t been anything short to amazing. He was without doubt a loving, caring, and interesting partner to have.But the job, it was always about the job.

Sure, you were fascinated by serial killers and their psyche, you would read and listen to podcasts about it from time to time, but it was different when they were part of your life, your relationship, your boyfriend. It was different when he would tremble in the middle of the night, or his head would ache uncontrollably from the stress on a random Sunday, or he would feel so detached, so away, while he was standing next to you.

It's who he was, you reminded yourself, the job is who he was. That was the only reason he could do it with such prowess.

The empty nights of coldness contributed, no lie, but it wasn’t about that. Not the missed anniversaries, nor absent birthdays you ended up celebrating with anyone but him. It was when he was around when things got unbearable. You craved the warmth of his company, and loathed the sharpness of his absence, that’s how you had been for the past two years, until, one day, it was neither of those things. It was the weight of his presence, like a boulder on your chest, cracking it open.

—Hey, —you said across the living room, trying to catch his attention— Do you ever feel like the house is too cold?

Spencer was sitting on the sofa, book in hand, in complete silence. His eyes glued to the dancing words on the page, about whatever he felt like learning that week. His only day off. You were standing by the kitchen, you figured he could use a snack while he relaxed; you had opened the fridge, the same one you so dedicatedly kept full hoping he would take proper care of himself when you were away, and after minutes of staring at the vast selection of ingredients you had picked days before, you realized you had no idea what to make.

What was he reading again? You didn’t know. What city had he been in? Not Quantico, that’s for sure. The case? Did they catch the UnSub? A man or a woman? Had anyone gotten hurt? How old was Henry, again? Or Jack? How was Morgan? Garcia? How was he, himself? You had no answers to the simplest questions, you had no idea about his life, you had no idea who your boyfriend was.

—Temperatures start to drop around this time of the year. I don’t feel particularly cold, but we can get a new heater if you want.

You turned your head at the sound of his voice. To your disappointment, you noticed how his neck was kept still, and the unknown book seemed to be the only thing worth his attention. You shut the door of the fridge and slowly headed back to the living room. He only drifted away from his reading once you sat next to him, body turned in his direction, and stared at his focused features, which he found a bit unsettling. Once you felt his sight on you, and yours travelled down to your unsteady hands, you gathered the courage to talk.

—I love you, Spencer. 

 —I love you, too. —his lips curled upward in a vague, comfortable smile. Your eyes met, and it was the most you had talked in months, without a single word muttered. The lack of glimmer gave you away. The presence of nothingness in them— You weren’t talking about the weather, were you?

The frown you had pledged to dissipate made an appearance on his face. His eyes trembled from side to side, as if analyzing every scenario, every step, everything he had done for the past few weeks. His head shook slightly, mostly in disbelief, his hands freed themselves, dropping the forgotten book onto the center table. Shaky and desperate, his hands reached out to yours, and he took both inside his, with an oddly light grip.

—Do you remember how your face lit up whenever I visited you at work? —you returned the hold with a loose squeeze of your own.

—I did that? —he chuckled— I don’t think I ever noticed.

—You did. —you reassured with a light smile— Your smile was one of the reasons I fell in love with you.

—Then, why are you doing this? —his expression went back to gloomy as he subtly cried out his question.

You racked your brain for an answer that wouldn’t sound so tormenting. Truth was, there wasn’t any, nothing about this was going to be painless. Where love exists, ache is bound to follow, for mortals, for gods.

—I don’t think I’ve seen that smile again, in quite a while, Spencer. Not with me, at least.

—It’s not because of you.

—No, I know. —you cut him short, well aware that he was going to continue talking. You made a slight pause, and your fingers swayed to rub the hands holding them— When you come back, do you feel you are coming back home to your partner? Or to a home with a partner in it?

Silence, the unbearable silence. Nothing to lament, though, it was a truth that was only to be told without speaking. You finally brought yourself to let go of his grip, you roamed the surroundings in search for some of your basic possessions, and he caught up on the intentions rather quick. Profilers, right?

—Where will you go? —he asked as he stood up, unable to do anything to stop you.

.—A friend’s, possibly.

Once everything needed was at hand, you headed to the door, walking past him as you did so. His hand, out of reflex, darted to grab onto your wrist. You froze for a second before looking back, his eyes reddened and crystal. He didn’t speak, but you understood. He loved you, and you loved him. He loved you, and he loved his job. He loved it, he loved his job.

When his arm fell back you shot him a light smile, it wasn’t the last time you were going to see him either way, but you hoped, you sought next time his presence would be the delightful treat it once was.

Him? He was going to be okay. You knew, he knew. The tears he dropped with his forehead against the door you just had walked out of were temporary, a day or two, maybe, until he had to go back to work. He wondered about you, for how long would you be aching? He selfishly desired it was for long, after all, for mortals and for gods, love only hurts when it’s present.  

[minkkumaz]

OMI!

ik homecoming was like.. a few months ago.. bt all of a sudden i was cleaning my shelf dedicated to my bonedo collection, and i accidentally knocked over woonhaks letter ver. and i dont know what came over me but like imagine being woonhaks hoco date :(

(no idea how knocking over that mini album gave me this idea but it just did…!)

i dont think woonhak would be the type to publicly go up to you with those big hoco posters in the middle of class or something, but rather he’d ask you out in a place meaningful for both of u. sure,, he’d invite his friends to help or just be there for moral support but he’d want to keep it special and for you to only witness.

his board will definitely be purely selfmade. he’d ask some design tips from taesan, but other than that he’d make it solely by himself with no inspiration from anyone elses. (he claims to be a selfmade billionaire artist after you admire his poster)

woonhak would be cheeky,, the rare times where you two facetime without your camera on, he’d be working on the poster. he wants to be immersed in your presence for better inspiration!

NOW! for the actual event. I feel like woonhak would secretly know how to tie a tie, but he’d act like he doesn’t so you could tie it for him.

seeing woonhak for the first time in your brand new dress made you nervous. you knew he’d find you beautiful because he never fails to remind you, but the butterflies in your stomach just kept increasing. nonetheless, you were also excited to see your very handsome boyfriend in a suit. you two decided to match of course; matching the tie to the color of the dress you chose.

woonhak stood by the foot of the stairs, waiting for you to do the big reveal. and once you did, he could feel his lips forming into a wild smile. he could feel his cheeks get warmer, he could feel himself getting shyer, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. you were beautiful in every way, he’d remember this day for the rest of his life.

the second you stepped off the staircase, he quickly enveloped you in a hug, the smile never leaving his face.

“you look so beautiful.. so so beautiful.”

your heart was about to leap out of your chest. how could he say such things with such a pure smile?! you complimented him back, his smile seemingly growing larger. woonhak pulled his tie out of his pocket, nudging it to you with a sheepish grin.

“help me?”

as you stood close to him, fixing his tie, he cups your face, staring fondly into your surprised eyes. woonhak caressed your face as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“im genuinely so in love with you.. did you know that?”

Woonhak is the boy everyone would want to be the date of during homecoming. because its WOONHAK. THEEE Woonhak. By the time you leave your house, (Of course, with woonhak promising your parents he’d take very good care of you) hes covered with a few lipstick stains.

He asked his hyungs to drive him to the dance, so the car was pretty cramped to say the least. Jaehyun teased Woonhak about how lovestruck he was, claiming things like, “oh..they grow up so fast..” and “you practically have hearts for pupils..”

at the actual dance, woonhak would be romantic, but he’d also love to dance randomly with you. if a slow, romantic song played he’d definitely grab you by the waist with a tiny smile and just dance along to the tune.

the two of you swayed to the music, deeply entranced in one anothers embrace. woonhak would whisper sweet words about how grateful he was to have you in his life, and how much he loved you. he took one of your hands off his shoulder and gave it a kiss, gently caressing your fingers in his hands as he smiled at you, his eyes really seeming to shape like hearts this time..

because we should talk abt hand kisses.. ID DIE. ON THE SPOT. FOR THAOE.! LIKEvv

okay like woonhak kissing my hand? HELLO LIKE HELLOOOO. him just bringing it up to his lips and either looking up at you after, or remaining eyecontact while kissing your hand. WHAT A NEEEED that’s literally the main reason fkr me writing this. woonhak giving a kiss on the hand. RGRGGRHRGFJXJC

handkisses my weakness… 😣

also omg the trend where you leave lipstick stains all over ur lovers face.. might be brainstorming that scenario with my faves rn.. (COMING SOON?!!??)

-🍉

it doesn't even need to be homecoming season anymore for me to be absolutely fangirling over this, homecoming would be so sweet with woonhak :(

for me personally, i get embarassed really easy when the attention is on me (ironic because i'm the biggest theater kid ever), so having a private little hoco proposal would be absolutely perfect for me, and seeing a poster he made would make me frown so hard. he deserves the biggest kiss in the entire universe!

the way you wrote this little imagine has me gasping. like how are you hacking into my brain waves and figuring out how i act. i would get shy for him to see me in my dress, but then i'd also probably explode seeing him in a tux. shouldve seen me when but sometimes came out.. i replayed that same exact scene like a billion times.

compliments are my weak spot as well. like anyone gives me a compliment and i'll start crying at their feet. AHHH I CANT STOP IMAGINING THIS MELON WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEE

i feel like going in the car with the rest of the bonedo boys would be so funny, they'd have a stakeout outside the school so they could catch reader and woonhak on their way out.

not gonna lie, i always leave school dances early because i am the worst dancer ever and feel awkward sometimes. but maybe my school dances are just lame asf LMAOO

imagining woonhak and reader leaving the dance a little early and walking to the nearest convenience store, just sitting on the curb outside sharing some icecream :)

"yours looks yummy, you should let me try." you smile at woon.

"hey! i bought this with my own hard earned cash, you have your own-" he was cut off as you leaned in and took a bite out of the corner.

"it lives up to the expectation."

"i don't know if i'm more upset at the fact that you ate my icecream, or you took a BITE out of it."

"none of the above?"

"you're right," he sighs, "i can't be mad at you."

he placed a cold kiss on your cheek, pulling you closer into his side. (but he didn't forget to steal a taste of your ice cream as well.

(p.s. i have one of those lipstick trends up that i wrote for sungho! hehe)

[liria-rose]

Short story by me.

A Girl called Charlie

Roommates

Charly was already up and dressed with her uniform by the time I woke up, humming a song as she made her bed. She smiled approvingly at me, as of late I didn't have to be woken up by her loud singing in my ear or jumping on top of my bed.

Sunflowers face Charly as she wears her usual white dress with tiny red flowers. It's like she's ageless, reborn like the sun and living her every day like it's her last. That's how I've always pictured her.

Despite being siblings with a few years difference, our personalities are two sides of the same coin. Our room says otherwise though, both our sides are bare, hers actually more then mine. No boy band posters or plushies on her bed like most other girls her age.

"Are you going to pick me up from school?" Charly asks, a book in hand.

"Aren't you old enough to go by yourself?" I groan, coming out of the bathroom after changing. My black hair is a mess and my eyes still sleepy.

"I don't want to be alone" she says as she points with her free hand. No need for words to know she's telling me to go wash my face.

"Okok"

Part two

When I arrived at the entrance of the school, Charly was dancing in the middle of a circle of younger kids playing 'Ring around the rosie.' She told me once she wanted to be a mother, children with the same energy as she.

They laughed as they threw themselfs on the hard floor, too busy having fun to think about if they hurt themselfs. Charly stayed up, giggling and asking if they were okay.

"Nice to see you again Dallan" a teacher at the entrance glared at me. She always wears darker shades of colours, today being green, a bun in her also dark hair and glasses. I found her creepy since the first time I saw her. I don't renember when.

I smiled and nodded, then called out for Charly, only to see she was already beside me. I must have been staring blankly at the building for a while.

Part three

Charly put on her white dress with tiny red flowers for the party Javon, my best friend, invited me to the other day. He has two younger siblings, so I said yes when Charly was about to begg me to let her come. She could hang out with them instead of being at home in her empty and shady side of our room.

When we arrived, John and Harry, two other friends, were already at Javon's house. The three of them sitting on one of those sofas that stuck to you if exposed to skin.

Javon's siblings were playing with pink and yellowed coloured ballons, Charly joined them with no hesitation. She was never the shy type.

I sat beside my friends, who offered me energy drinks, I thanked them and declined. "We were just talking about the day we were at the park and got splashed by fish." Javon tells me and we grin. It was years ago when we were having a picnic in a park with a huge lake. Our parents were chatting as they sat on a blanket while we watched the strong orange coloured fish. They had suddenly gotten excited when a man next to us started feeding them and splashed us. We laughed non stop and I had to prevent Charly from jumping into the water to swim.

"Charly had a point that day, we were already wet so we might as well have taken a swim." I say to the three of them. Harry laughs nervously, while John and Javon, who I sat next to, give a concerned smile.

"Dallan, who is Charly?"

[sardonic-the-writer]

━"Hitting It Off"

━Tw: None!

━Notes: I had an idea, didn't want to wait for anyone to write it, so here we are.

━Song: "Call Me Little Sunshine" By Ghost

You would never get tired of this.

Places like this is where you thrived. Being able to toss aside all your thoughts about unpaid bills and the empty contents of your fridge. Instead the only things you were able to focus on was the music bleeding into your eardrums.

Bright neon lights shone above, some directly down onto the band playing their heart out on a stage somewhere a couple yards from you. To your delight this place had always differed from the so called "new" and "sexy" clubs that littered cities everywhere nowadays. You would take a live band over stripper poles anyday, as would the surrounding people pressed against your sides.

This pub had been your rock ever since moving to England. Being dropped off in a strange place filled with cold weather and people that couldn't give a shit about you was a bit disheartening to say the least. But the moment you had stepped foot into this place all those months ago, you had known things would solve themselves out. You'd always been drawn to grunge style pubs like these anyways.

Shuffling slightly through the pit of metal heads that were thoroughly enjoying themselves, you made your way with a smile to the bar. A large mahogany counter made a small c shape in the back corner, a lot of the seats empty in favor for everyone dancing their way onto the main floor behind you. In fact only one other person was sitting at the table top.

From behind all you could see was his tall figure. Leather jacket resting on their shoulders and a flannel wrapped around their torso. A head of brown hair barely helped to conceal the black earrings that sat snugly in his earlobes, along with what you assumed to be the begnings of a black tattoo peaking out from the cuff of his sleeve.

You carefully took your place an odd few seats away from him, trying not to seem like a creep while still observing them.

He seemed nice enough. Just sitting there swirling around his glass of wiskey, feet tapping to the beat of the band playing. Simply enjoying himself and occasionally doodling on a napkin below his grip with a distant smile.

"Ya gonna talk ta me or jus' keep starin?"

It wasn't uncommon in this part of England for you to come in contact with multiple types of accents. British, Scottish, American-

But you havnt had the chance to hear a lot of Irish ones. Maybe that was the reason you scooted a bit closer to him after your inital startle; or at least that what you told yourself.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to stare. It's just that I don't normally see any other quiet types in this place." You offered your hands out while speaking, one for him to shake and the other to order your usual from the bartender currently playing what sounded like candy crush on his phone.

The stranger chuckled and took your hand in his. It was then that you got a good look of him. Normal grunge style, nothing much that you didnt already expect. Pierced ears, leather attire, a band shirt. (you think it real TOOL although you weren't sure in such lame lighting) Just the usual.

Expect for the fact that he had one green eye and one blue.

"S okay. Ya didn look like ya meant any harm anyways."

Practically preening at his warm grip and infectious smile, you laughed back. His multicolored eyes had thrown you off initially, but who were you to judge. You were a grown ass adult living off Ramen and microwavable meals. You had seen cockroaches stranger than this if anything.

"Yeah sorry again." Another chuckle and deflection of your apology, the guy claiming there was no need to. "Names (Y/n). What about you?"

At the question his grip tensed a bit before loosening. It happened so quick you would have missed it any other day.

"Just call me Jack." He sent you a toothy grin. His expression helped to ease your split second worry anyways, so who were you to complain. The bartender chose that exact moment to come back with your drink, offering a nod to the both of you before setting off to the other side of the bar.

"So-" Jack dropped your hand. "-wanna tell me a bit about yourself?"

At his words, the emerald hue in his left eye brightened significantly, as well as his canines sharpening and elongation slightly. But you were so blinded with the premise of a new friend that you completely missed it.

"Sure Jack. I'd love to."

Basically Anti lives in Jack's body and he can't control when the demon comes in and out. Jack had gone to the pub for some relaxation and met you. The both of them took and interest in you in different ways, Jack hoping to make a friends and Anti a victim. You can decide what happened next.

[punemy-spotted]

The Price You Pay

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, mentions of murder, unclear timeline, blackmail, unprotected sex, fingering (F!receiving), smut, esoteric references to past abuse, manipulation, Dark!Fic

Words: 5.2k (holy fuck?)

Summary: You need his help. He names his price.

Notes: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 and her incredible 5K Soft!Dark Challenge and I can't believe I wrote over 5k words for a oneshot, making this the longest piece I've ever written. I took a blend of prompts: Mob!AU; “When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this;” and “That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”

And this was intended to be a oneshot but now I can't stop thinking about it so thanks Siri, I think this is now a part of my WIPs too! Your work is amazing and I had a blast being able to take part in this!

As usual, my work is 18+ ONLY, Minors DO NOT INTERACT

You went to him first.

You went to him, handed them your business card and I want to speak to Steve Rogers.

Honestly they almost threw you out with an extra hole in your head but then the man of the hour walked right in.

So now you’re here. Now you’re here, sitting across a gorgeous dining table with a ten-course meal laid out and honestly you’re surprised they didn’t tie your wrists to the arms of the chair while you watch him eat and take in the look of those baby blue eyes scanning you over.

He even brought you non-alcoholic rosé, when you said you didn’t drink.

So.

So.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yeah, I do. Thought you’d just sit me in your office, have a consultation.

I like breaking bread with new friends. Have a nice dinner, get the wine flowing — of course, that’s not gonna loosen your tongue, but we’ll forgive it.

Oh. Cool, I like being forgiven.

He laughs at that one and the room, strumming with tension, snaps into amusement. So do you, cracking a half smile on dark red lips, before swallowing down the lump of anxiety threatening to break through and destroy everything. You need this. You need this and you can’t let anything — not your nervousness, not your morals, not him — stop you. You need this and it needs to be done and if this is what justice is in this fucking city then so be it.

Well, sweetness, you’ve got my attention. You want to talk business or pleasure?

That one makes you laugh, a little sharp and a little cruel, and the curling smirk on his face gets a little furrowed because he hears it too — pain.

It could be both, you say finally, picking up the glass of rosé-that-wasn’t, if your reputation is as real as they say it is.

He lifts a bite of cheesecake into his mouth and lets it melt on his tongue while he watches you, somewhere between impressed and incensed. You know the look — you saw it the last time he met you in court, but you weren’t there as allies then. Never thought you’d come to me, he admits finally, sounding halfway bemused at the idea, but you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Counsel?

You wince, or maybe smirk, eyes on the man before you.

It’s a game, a dance, a ruse, and the woman you thought you were thirteen months ago when you put four of Steve Rogers’s best men in jail for fifteen years — fifteen years longer than any District Attorney had ever managed to do before you, and you were just the rookie they handed a shit case to — is leagues different from the woman you are now, seated prim and proper in the lion’s den.

You’re not innocent. That’s not been your game for years — this life doesn’t leave room for innocence, it tears at you, leaves you tired and broken and ill.

Your colleagues learned to fear him a long time ago, the man before you. Captain America, leading the city, the country, the world into a new era of high tech crime all under his thumb. It’s a pretty shiny shield, the one that sits behind him, but mirrors are black on the other side and his soul is dark as coal.

You’re not an angel yourself, and this deal with the Devil isn’t for anyone but you.

I need someone taken care of.

So you come to me? I thought you were a lady of morals, Counsel.

Certain kinds of morals.

You can see him smile, see the way he raises his glass, the glimmer of malice and amusement in his eyes. So tell me. What’s the name?

You give it.

He’s not in the city, your target, but he will be. A Judge, an activist, real tough-on-crime-sweet-on-justice type of shit. You don’t tell him the reasons why, because those are yours, but you tell him the name. You tell him he’s a problem, you tell him he’s dangerous, you tell him you’ll pay to have him taken care of, you tell him you don’t want to practice in front of that black, black robe.

And he smiles like the Devil he is, watches you with a grin and drinks his whiskey in one last shot before slamming it down, Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

You said that when we met the first time.

He’s a hunter, you can see it in his eyes. That lion’s mane might be tamed right now but it won’t be for long and you’re playing with wild animals. The eyes on you are ice and daggers, daring you to do the one thing everyone in the office has been begging you not to do.

(Drop the charges, Rookie, the case is just to get your face in front of the judge.)

You upped the charges.

(Rookie, you don’t know what you’re dealing with, there’s other cases.)

You subpoenaed his phone records.

(Rookie, don’t make me drag you off this case!)

You won.

You had no witnesses and a jury you had to drag in from god-knows-where after you proved, over and over again, that he’d paid off the cohort in the courtroom. Finding people with nothing to lose and a desire to do their civic duty wasn’t harder than you thought — it was exactly as impossible as you expected.

But you did it.

That’s what you do, isn’t it? Push and push and fight, claw your fingers at the ledge and pull yourself up, you pay for your crimes in your blood, sweat and tears you pay for the things you could have done then and didn’tdo.

You pay.

And sometimes, that payment bounces back.

And when it was all said and done, when the closing statements were delivered, when the Jury came back out and the Judge — hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes wide — read out the verdict no one expected, you… didn’t feel any better, did you? There was no justice for you in that room, just the searing glare of ice-blue eyes and the burning of your steel spine.

Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

First words he said to you, while the courtroom emptied out and you stood there, facing the man you’d just made an enemy of with your briefcase in your hand and your eyes aflame.

I did my job.

Did you? Is that what you think your job is?

My job is justice, unflinching and blind, Mr. Rogers. I don’t care how much power you have or how afraid you leave this city, I’m going to do my job.

You could always let justice turn a blind eye.

Yeah. I could, but that wouldn’t make this any fun, would it? Thank you for the win, Mr. Rogers — I’m sure I won’t get many more.

You leave him with a smile on his face and the scent of your perfume in his memories.

He leaves you with the pride of victory in your bones and a reminder that your strife could be worth it.

One day.

How do you plan to fill that pit, the one you tossed the corpses of your old self into? The one you let them claw up out of, to haunt you? Remind you?

You’re digging your own grave and you know it, but you won’t let Steven Grant Rogers be the first one to toss a handful of dirt over your corpse.

But now here you are.

In his dining room, enjoying dessert and some sort of after-meal coffee. In need of him…

This might almost have been a date, if not for the topic of conversation.

So. You want a Judge taken out. What if he’s already on my payroll?

Why would you keep a dead man in your pocket?

You like the sound of his laugh, and you don’t even have the excuse of wine to fall back on when it warms your core. Don’t admit it though, don’t say it aloud, don’t let him get an in. Be smart, cross your legs tighter, keep your eyes on the prize.

You’re so close to the finish line.

That’s a big favor you’re asking for, Counsel, I think you need to make it worth my while.

Worth your while?

I’m not a charity. And since you put the guy I usually use to handle these things behind bars for a few years—

You know I can get him out too.

That’s not payment, that’s putting things right.

You take a drink. Steady on, girl.

I’m leaving the DA’s office.

That stops him.

Oh that stops him good, and he looks fascinated. Interested. You’ve said something he can use as leverage and it’s not just about a job. That smirk on his face is smug and his eyes are darker and he has to know the impact that look has.

Can’t falter, don’t falter, don’t give in.

Am I allowed to ask why?

No.

You’ve done your research. You just don’t know why you’re thinking about it now. Steven Grant Rogers, “Captain America,” leader of a crime family that had too many names to stamp out, bolstered by a mad scientist, a military man through-and-through who turned New York into his own private base against whatever stood against his way.

Get in his good graces and you’re set for life. Get in his good graces and you’re safe, you’re protected, you’re good.

Get on his bad side and you only make that mistake once.

There are no second chances in this game, and here you are, asking for one.

So what? You leave the DA’s office, you leave yourself open to me — you think leaving New York is going to be the thing that stops me, Counsel?

No.

Then what?

Breathe. Steady.

I know you gave me that win on purpose — you could have taken out my last jury cohort. This isn’t about the four men… and you know I’ll get them out. This is something else, but I’m not here to ask about what or why.

He falters just briefly, like he’s surprised you knew, but the crack in his mask smooths itself over as soon as it forms and he’s back to watching you, nodding along in silence while you breathe and watch him and keep talking.

But even then. I got four of your guys in prison. And I know how your organization works — I subpoenaed the documents, remember? Your lawyers are good, but they’re not used to people asking the right questions. You want someone to seal up the cracks you need someone who actually knows what to look for.

You have more than his attention, you have his interest, and now he’s leaning in a little. Imperceptibly, but enough. Scanning over you from across the table, like he’s thinking how you managed to get so impertinent in the face of the likes of him but that’s the thing — when the only thing you have left to lose is your life, you’ll risk everything.

So what are you offering?

Breathe. Don’t. Stammer.

Myself.

The chair scrapes and suddenly there’s the clicking of guns, aimed and ready until his hand rises up and he stops them and he’s stalking towards you.

This is the lion’s den, sweetness.

The stakes are higher and you ought to be braver and he’s got your chin in his hand before you have a chance to react, dragging you to your feet. Do you know what you’re offering me, Counsel? Low and hissed and hungry, like those perfect teeth might be sinking into your throat in the next moment.

Oh, you have no idea.

You get me. On your payroll — you know. The offer you sent me a year ago.

You think it’s still open?

If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have met with me.

The chuckle in your face makes your cheeks warm and you’re looking more flushed than you would like, the open shoulders of your dress suddenly feeling a lot more like a mistake the more you realize just what kind of meal he might make out of you tonight.

We might need to have a discussion about your workplace duties, Counsel.

You don’t notice the hand near your thigh until it’s too late, sliding up the soft fabric of your skirt until it’s squeezing your ass, until it’s jerking you towards him, until you’re pressed against his chest and the hand on your chin is now hooked around the back of your neck, thumb pushing your jaw until you’re forced to look at him. Won’t lie, when I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this, having your pretty little body in my arms,and you can look as indignant as you want but he’s got the upper hand and you only thought you were two steps ahead of him.

You think I haven’t thought about what it’d be like to put you in your place, Counsel? You’ve got a smart mouth — I wanna know what else it can do.

He doesn’t give you a chance to use that mouth to lash at him, lips sliding over yours, swallowing that indignant yelp with a punishing kiss. Nipping at the plushness of your lower lip until you open your mouth and yield to him with a sigh of reluctant surrender, let his tongue slide past that barrier for him to explore. He’s got his fingers wound through your hair, just a little too tight and whether the whimper in your chest is because of the pain or because of the want, he doesn’t care.

Knew you’d be sweet, Counsel… softly, when he pulls back to look at you, take a look at those love-swollen lips and your ruined lipstick, the pretty way you pant at him already, the heat burning your cheeks. Pay no attention to the slick warmth between your thighs, pay no attention to the way he makes you burn already, pay no attention to how your fingers have curled into the lapel of his coat to hold yourself steady, pay no attention to how you suddenly miss the pressure of his lips.

All that smart-talk and now you’re quiet, Counsel? F’I knew it just took a kiss to get you to shut up, I would’ve done that at trial, he’s purring in your ear, soft and sweet and you should push at his chest, so uncurl your fingers girl and push.

I didn’t say I was selling my body, there’s your harshness, and there he is, laughing at you again, the grip on your hair jerking your head back until you’re looking into those dagger-cold eyes again.

You don’t make the rules here, Counsel, I do, and you need me more than I need you. So if you want to make sure your Judge can’t start wreaking havoc on your career… you might want to get used to readjusting it for me. I promise I’ll make you feel nice, if you let me…

And if I don’t?

Then I take what I want and I don’t feel bad for not holding up my end of the bargain. Your choice, Counsel, you cum willingly and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t, and it’ll hurt you more than it hurts me.

That’s not a threat, that’s a promise, and suddenly you’re more scared than you ever thought you’d be, wondering if you’ll need to sell another part of your soul to take him down after. How much of yourself will you put up as collateral to get justice for the wrongs you were never able to correct?

You’re afraid.

Oh sweetness, you’re afraid.

Here? Now?

No, Counsel, we’re gonna do this right, aren’t we? You wanna be in bed with me, I’ll take you to bed with me. Come on, say it. Say the word.

Say no. Say no, rail and fight, stamp your heels into the expensive leather of his shoes, jam your knee into the sensitive between his legs, scream and yell and tell him you will never let another man take advantage of you again to help you reach your goals. Do it. Do the thing you swore you would do the next time a man like him — men who think they can take anything from anyone, men who think they own the world and the women in it, men who think you aren’t strong enough to fight back — propositioned you just like this.

You’re selling your soul to get rid of a man just like this.

But that’s coiling heat in your core that wasn’t there the last time, was it? That’s want. That’s the realization that you like the way this predatory smile feels, that you like the way this one wants you. You’re not her, not scared and alone and helpless. You could fight back and run and maybe escape if you were lucky.

You could choose.

He’s let go of your hair to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers, soft and sweet, You gonna give me an answer, Counsel, or am I gonna have to take it?

Say something. Say no. Scream. Say no say no say no say— Yes.

It’s a whisper. A desperate, soft whisper. A helpless, lonely whisper. It’s enough.

He sweeps you around until you’re pressed with your back against his unyielding chest, feeling him flex with every movement, broad arm wrapped around your shoulders from the front. All of you are dismissed, and that’s when you remember there were others in the room with you. Others who just watched you concede to becoming Captain America’s newest plaything and the burn on your cheeks is more shame than lust. You pull at his arm briefly, futilely, earning a tighter hold for your efforts and a whispered don’t make me choke you, before you are half-walked, half-dragged out of the dining room.

The walk to his room is slow and agonizing as you’re pulled along, barely struggling but barely helping at the same time, tears sliding down your cheeks as you come to terms with what’s going to happen next — no one is going to save you tonight, no one’s going to interrupt and drag you out, this is your job and this is your place and here you are.

No one speaks. There’s no sound but the steady tap of your heels and his shoes on fine marble. Even your sobs are silent, even your breathing is muffled, until the stairs are traversed and the faintest click of a lock turning opens the door to the rest of your life.

You made a deal.

Time to pay.

Sit on the bed.

You move as if in a trance, and he watches your face, the hint of waterproof mascara failing to do its job, the smudged ruby red of your lipstick. Don’t give me that look, you knew what you were signing up for when you walked into this house, Counsel.

His hands are gentler than you’d expect, when he wipes away the streaks your tears leave down your pretty cheeks, coaxing you to look up at him, We’ll set ground rules later. Tonight? I wanna see if I can get that mouth of yours to beg for me.

It won’t, you snap without thinking, knifeblade sharp and cruel, ready for a fight again. He promised you that once, in a hiss you thought you’d misheard but no, you heard him just fine and now if he thinks he can quench your fire and have you pleading just because you sold your body for the prospect of revenge then he’s wrong.

Thing is, he laughs like that’s a challenge, and the hand holding your chin so gently is wrapped around your throat before you know it, silencing your voice with just the right application of pressure. I can do this all night, Counsel. Do you think you can last that long?

Fear. Anger. Indignation. You are fury made flesh and he is manipulating you with just the barest press of his palm and sliding over you, until you’re laid out there on soft sheets and he’s looming over you, splaying that big hand out and sliding it down your throat, over your chest, feeling the ruching of the fabric under his palm. You wrapped yourself up like a present for me, didn’t you sweetness?

The change in nickname isn’t lost on you but here you are, glaring up at him while he smiles so beatifically it leaves your blood boiling and your skin steadily warming. The rise and fall of your chest is hypnotic, every angry breath a swear you don’t utter, every inhale your protests dying in your throat. What can you say, what would you say, right now? There’s nothing that can change the way he looks at you, or the way his eyes flicker from ice to blue fire the more he takes stock of the pretty little thing he’s about to start sharing his bed with.

Fuck, you’re beautiful, that one shocks you, but not as much as the sudden rush of cold air when he tears the emerald green fabric of your dress down and reveals the soft swells of your breasts, nipples peaked from the sudden cold.

You don’t get much time to gasp, just something soft and strangled before he turns your voice to whimpers, wrapping lips around that pebbled tip and laving his tongue over sensitive flesh. Where are your words now, Counsel, while he threatens the softness of your chest with the scrape of his teeth, when he slides his hands over the round curve of your thighs and parts your legs so he can press himself between them, so he can press himselfagainst you? Where is the knife-dagger of your wit to protest each soft, suckling kiss to your skin, each press of his fingers like he could just squeeze his ownership of you into the plushness of your hips, into the sweet swell of your ass? What do you say to the dirty little thrust of his hips as he bucks with his own burning need, reminding you just how much this is for hispleasure as he will make it for yours.

You would, could, should push him off and instead what are you doing? Curling your fingers into the silk-smooth of his comforter, desperate to writhe out of your own skin away from the burning pressure between your thighs, the foreign, unfamiliar heat you suddenly feel like you might be craving.

Anyone ever touch you like this before me, Counsel?Warm breath splays across your skin when he questions you, eyes fixed on yours and he waits. Answer him, answer him, tell him he’s nothing, tell him you’ve had better, lie and destroy that ego, lie lie lie lie—

Nnnh—no.

He looks like you’ve just told him the best news of his life, eyes wide and blown with lust, Oh is that right? You’re saying no one’s ever touched you this good? Or just no one’s ever touched you at all?

You don’t have to answer. The furious blush on your cheeks? The way your eyes slide away from his? The way you writhe, trying to press your thighs together to relieve the pressure and finding the effort futile? If the man’s grin could get any wider, it would, right now. Oh sweetness, we’re going to have so much fun exploring your body together…

He pulls back just enough to take a look at you, already flushed and writhing and overwhelmed and if he could take a picture of this right now he would. He’ll save that for later though. Tonight? Tonight is just the two of you, and his hands are back to your skirt, pushing the tight fabric up over your round hips and revealing the lace of your panties… just before he rips them off, to the sound of your indignant yelp Steve!

You’re going to call me Captain, sweetness, we’re not close enough to use my name just yet.

No. No you’re not, and he’s not sure you’ll ever be — he rather likes the idea of hearing you whimper out his title when he gets you desperate and wanting.

He touches, slow and steady, watching you try to jerk away and tutting at you when you do, fingers at your delicate nerves like an assault on your pleasure. Bite your lip, bite back the moans, whine at him like he’s wounded you, You’re so wet, sweetness, you’re so desperate for me aren’t you, as he palms his cock to relieve the pressure on himself. You’re going to beg before he does and he’s patient, he’ll last the night.

St-stop it, it’s too— he shushes you ahtahtaht and rests his free hand on your mound, holding you down so his probing, inspecting fingers can take stock of the velveteen plushness of your delicate cunt. It’s too much, too much and you want to scream the moment he presses one finger into you, already overwhelmed, already so tightly wound the barest touches are unraveling you steadily.

You’re such a pretty thing, all desperate and needy, sweetness. You wanna cum already, don’t you? So busy, never gave anyone the chance to fuck that stuck-up bitch right out of you, did they? It’s almost pitying, isn’t it, the way he talks, hums at you while you’re reduced to a whining, whimpering mess so soon, so desperate for the release he’s on the edge of denying you, feeling you flexing around his finger and then the second leaping jolt of your body when another joins the inspection. Taking careful stock of the pretty cunt he owns now, and he’s careful to curl his fingers just right as he seeks the spot to hammer just to get you to scream.

You don’t, not yet, but that’s okay too, because he sees the way you take desperate hold of the sheets, the way your eyes roll backwards just slightly, the way you strain against his heavy hand to arch your back. Gotta tell you, sweetness, I imagined you under me a thousand and one ways but this one, right now? Tops the list. You ready to beg for me?

Do it. Do it and end your pleasurable torment. Do it and be released from the pressure, the coiling want. Surrender to him. Let him have you.

The white hot rush of your orgasm is not unexpected to him, his curling, cruel fingers having found the sweetness of your g-spot, but — you, too busy climbing the ranks to think of your own pleasure, too busy demanding your due from an unjust world explore your own warmth beyond that of a memory of a college hookup you would rather forget — you left breathless and wanton in the heat of the explosion he draws out of you, mewling something desperate and pleading against your own will and the song of it fills his ears like it’s all he’s ever wanted. There it is, and I thought we’d be here all night. A thumb flickers over the nerves at your entrance and you practically jump, something between a yelp and a moan escaping your lips.

First one’s just a treat, sweetness. Now on, you cum when I say you do, understand?

You nod.

Oh you nod, and you are lost, here and now. Sensitive and broken and there is so little of that steel spine here, writhing in his sheets and ohyou don’t know the things you do to him.

Think you can go again, sweetness? He’s purring, smug, twisting fingers stretching you slowly, muttering under his breath about how fucking tight you are around his fingers, how good you’re going to feel for him, and the smugness on his face is slowly fading into a dark consternation, brows furrowed like he’s somehow angry at you for being plush and delicate and fuckable.

You’re almost begging him to stop, and yet the pressure is building again, the twisting, coiling heat that leaves you breathless and mewling and he looks like he might be trying to immortalize this moment forever. Say it, sweetness. Say you need me. Beg me for my cock.

That’s it.

That’s what you need to, you need to beg, you need to give in. No more fighting, no more arguing no more —

Please…

Please what, sweetness, come on now. You got a way with words. The snarl is so barely contained.

Please, Captain, please just…

What do you need, sweetness? The fingers are relentless, the buzz in your nerves is overwhelming, you can barely even hear yourself talk, much less him.

Please just fuck me, Captain, I need your cock! It’s hurried and it’s crude and it’s desperate and it’s exactly what he wants as just another wall crumbles and you fall off your pedestal right into his arms.

He’s barely able to resist the buck of his hips, the need to be inside you, the knowledge that you are soft and velvet and you could be all over his senses just like this.

When did he free his cock? You don’t know, you just know it’s practically salvation when he sinks into you, when he fills you like you’ve been desperate for and Oh sweetness…pours from his lips just as you hiss out something like praise right back at him.

You’re so full and he’s so gentle, at first, like you’re made of crystal in his arms, like the slow shifting of his hips might have you shattering underneath him if he’s not careful. Cradling you, even, sliding your legs around his narrow hips as he leans in and takes a hungry kiss from your wanting, whimpering mouth.

Love this look on you, all wrapped around me, whispered low and slow into your ear, sweetness you have no idea how good you look…

Melt into those compliments, melt into him, because the way he’s holding you is divine and you can feel him so deep in you it’s making your head spin. When did your arms end up around him? When did you start clinging to him like an anchor, start winding your fingers through his hair, start leaving the marks of your nails on his back to the sound of his own needy groaning?

He noses your cheek and leaves a mark of ownership on your neck with hungry lips, knowing you’ll bruise a beautiful flower right over your pulsebeat and continuing the steady assault on your nerves, cunt-first.

Harder. Faster. More.

And oh, sweetness, you do shatter.

You shatter all around him, you shatter into something divine and rapturous, full of him and filled with him and he cums so deep inside you as you do, still fucking you through your joined climax, hips rutting and breath hitching and nearly furious at you for the way his vision whites out too, the way he feels like he can Never get enough and so he hisses that at you like an accusation while his thoughts reorient back to reality, back to smugness, back to the control you took from him while he tried to strip you of yours.

In the end, as he pulls away from you and sinks to the side of you, watching your sweet expression as you return to the reality of your new situation, he is satisfied… thoroughly.

Oh yeah, I think we can make this a working relationship, Counsel.

[silv3rswirls]

Promise?

@iibonniee asked: Hey girly, I saw your post and I’m dying for either a Hyungwon or Kihyun fluffy fic. I’m really bad when it comes to requesting so if you’d like maybe a day off type of thing? 🧡

Note: I went with Hyungwon since I have a Kihyun fluff request in my drafts as well. Hope you like it 💕

“It’s odd, you know.” Your voice, hushed and still a bit heavy with sleep, stirred Hyungwon from his rest momentarily. He wasn’t sleeping and woken up alongside you about twenty minutes or so ago. But he remained snuggled in bed, eyes shut tight and body heavy as he listened to you talk. It was one of those days that he cherished most. One where he had nothing to do and so did you; no work or obligations. The two of you could just relax and sleep in, of course, once you were up Hyungwon had found himself unable to go back to sleep fully.

He liked listening to you talk anyways. Laying there cozy as can be with his eyes shut just listening to your voice was relaxing, ideal on a sunny morning like this. He had only partly been paying attention though, instead lost in how your voice sounded rather than what you were saying. “What’s odd?” He asked, not lifting his head or moving an inch.

You were quiet for a moment, fingertips running along the fluffy blanket and dancing shadows over where the sun beamed in through sheer curtains. “We’ve been dating for a few years now.”

“Almost four.”

You hummed, “So five years I’ve known you in total. It doesn’t feel like a very long time, does it? There was so much time before I met you.”

“Feels like an eternity looking back at it,” Hyungwon commented, a deep sigh relaxing his body as he stretched. “So, we’ve only known each other for five years of your lives, what’s so odd about that?”

“Why is it that I feel I’ve known you for so many more? It feels like I’ve known you my whole life, sometimes I forget I haven’t.”

That made Hyungwon stir, rolling over to face where you were sitting beside him. His eyes are now open, though still a bit heavy and blurry with sleep. It was true, the more he thought about it the more he felt the same. Five years was a long time, one spent just as friends and four spent in a relationship. Everything felt like it had begun so long ago.

“Why do you think that is?” You asked, moving to run your hand through his hair and push it away from his face.

“It’s a little early for such deep conversation” he chuckled, closing his eyes again at your touch. “I guess we’re just comfortable.” he sighed, his brain working in slow motion. “We’re comfortable and understand each other- it’s just our love I guess.”

You smile, head tilted slightly as you watch Hyungwon. You weren’t sure what brought this realization to you, it just hit one day. Randomly, while doing the simplest of things with him. Quietly making coffee in the morning, walking hand in hand down the street; every little moment had been pulling your heartstrings differently lately. It felt you had known him your whole life, that he knew every little secret and quirk of yours and vice versa. The way you could say a million words with just a little glance of touch, it all was so effortless now. Light and airy, like fluttering through the clouds. It was silly, you thought, but being with Hyungwon felt like home.

Maybe you were just feeling overly sentimental as your anniversary approached, but you couldn’t shake the wondrous feeling that you had known him long before meeting him. “I bet we were in love in a past life.” You commented.

“You’ve been watching too many movies” He smiled.

“Yeah, but you cried while watching them too.” You poked, “Seriously though, we must’ve been.”

“Well, I hope we fall in love in our next lives too.”

“Yeah” Hyungwon sighed, a smile adorning his features as he looked up at you. “We should meet in every life.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

As your dreamy morning slowly came to an end, sunshine cast soft rays across the room. You remained sitting up, head in the clouds as always while Hyungwon watched you with sleep long gone from his mind. He held your hand, thumb rolling over your knuckles slowly as he got lost in thought.

He couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he’d had this conversation before.

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

A Glorious Moment in Sakaar

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: You’ve always disliked Loki, but when you end up stranded with him on an unknown planet, you put your hatred aside in order to work together. Turns out, the only thing you really hate is how much you actually like him. 

Warnings: weapons, violence, enemies to lovers, implied smut

A/N: Had this in my drafts and just decided to post it... I’m definitely in a Loki mood on this fine day haha. 

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)

Loki Masterlist

Out of all the people in the world who you could’ve gotten stranded with on an unknown, trash planet, Loki is the last person you’d wish to accompany you. 

As soon as the two of you get thrown off the Bifrost and land on random dirty roads, he speaks. “Well, this looks rather unpleasant.” 

Rolling your eyes, you don’t bother to respond, instead opting to scan the area around you. Wherever you landed, it’s heavily polluted. 

“I think I’d rather have ended up in Hel,” Loki complains, his hands on his hips as he surveys with you. 

“I wish you had.” 

Loki looks over at you and chuckles. “What? Don’t want to be stranded here with your favorite God?” 

You pretend to frantically look around. “What do you mean? I don’t see Thor anywhere.” 

“Very funny.” 

“I know I am,” you say before smirking at him and walking away. Loki is quick to match your pace. 

“Let’s try to find some type of civilization and figure out an escape plan.” 

Continuing to walk, you head towards a tall skyscraper-like building that you see in the distance. “Already on it.” You point ahead to show Loki. 

Loki scoffs. “No need to point. I noticed it a while ago.” 

“Sure you did.” 

“I did. I’m a God for crying out loud. I sense things long before-”

A knife sits at the base of your throat, stopping you in place. You look over at Loki who’s in the same predicament. 

“Loki?” you ask before you’re pulled back harshly, the knife lightly grazing your skin. Loki growls, lunging towards you. 

“Hurt them and you’ll all suffer merciless deaths by my hand.” 

You gasp at Loki’s protectiveness. Is it possible he cares for you? No, don’t even think about it. You hate this man. Remember?

The man behind Loki laughs at him before looking over at his partner. “I think the Grandmaster would like this one.” 

The person behind you nods. “Let’s take ‘em in.” 

You share one last glance with Loki before a bag is thrown over your head, preventing you from seeing anything else.

---

The bag’s removed from your head and you squint, your eyes adjusting to the harsh overhead lighting. You’re strapped to a chair, seated right next to Loki. 

In front of you is a man. He’s tall in nature, just like Loki, and he’s smiling at the two of you. 

“Where the hell are we?” You ask, struggling against the restraints. 

The unknown man walks up to you before speaking. “Now, there’s no reason to do that. I’m just simply feeling you out before deciding whether to kill you or not.” 

Again, Loki speaks up, surprisingly coming to your defense. “You’ll have to get through me before you even think of touching them.”

The man laughs at this and turns his attention onto Loki. “You must be the one they said I’d like… Seems like they were right. I do like you.” He claps his hands together. “Okay, so here’s the deal. You’re on my planet, Sakaar. I’m what they call the Grandmaster and usually with newcomers, I’d either kill them or throw them into the pits… which I guess is also death, but that’s not the point! The point is I like you two… especially you.” He points at Loki. “So, great news! You’re welcome to stay, I mean once people land here, they never really leave…” He awkwardly smiles at that, not knowing what else to say. 

You look over at Loki, who’s already staring your way. The two of you gaze at each other silently before the Grandmaster once again claps his hands. “Let’s get the cuffs off these two!” 

Once the cuffs are opened, you rub your wrists and stand up. The Grandmaster motions for the two of you to get away. “Go! Go mingle and have some fun!” 

You look around the room and notice a gathering of people a few feet away. They’re all drinking and dancing, seemingly having the time of their lives. 

You grab Loki’s arm and guide him towards the crowd. “C’mon, we gotta find a busy area to talk.” 

Loki pulls his arm from your grasp. “Shouldn’t we find somewhere quiet to talk privately?” 

You roll your eyes. “No, because then someone might hear us.” 

“So instead, we’re to talk in the middle of a gathering?” 

Shaking your head in irritation, you gesture towards the group of people. “They all seem drunk! Sounds like the perfect opportunity to blend in and discuss.” 

Loki sighs. “Very well. I need a drink first.” 

As he walks towards the bar, you once again grab his arm, stopping him in place. “What’re you doing?” 

“I just told you. I’m getting a drink.” 

“We need to be level-headed for this.” 

He scoffs. “Darling, I really think you’ve forgotten that I’m a God. I can’t get drunk.” 

“Yes, you can. I’ve witnessed it multiple times.” 

He shakes his head. “I was just full.” 

“That’s not the point! Just please-” You look towards the dancefloor. “Dance with me.” 

“Pardon me?”

Instead of answering, you grab his hand and drag him over to the other dancers, pulling him flush against you, your back to his chest. You swear you hear Loki gasp as you sway your hips against him. 

“What’re you doing?” His mouth is right next to your ear, his hands moving to grip your waist tightly. Your body heats up with his touch and you want to scream over its betrayal. 

You turn your head slightly to look up at him. “We need to blend in.” 

As he stares down at you, you get lost in his eyes. They’re an exquisite, light blue, pulling you in and making you forget about the situation around you. Erasing those thoughts from your mind, you focus on the plan. “I say we find where their weapons are placed. Steal some and then find a ship to escape back to Asgard on.”

“Your plan sounds impossibly easy.” 

“Maybe it will be.” 

“You know just as well as myself that it won’t be. But, I’ll go along with it. It’s not the worst of plans you’ve thought of and I fear we don’t have many other options.” 

“Gee, thanks.” You spin around in his arms so you’re now facing him, chest to chest. Loki’s staring down at you, his eyes blazing. One of his hands moves to your face, grabbing your chin and tilting your face upwards. He licks his lips, his tongue sliding out to swipe across his bottom lip. You watch and you can’t help but wonder what his mouth would feel like against yours. 

He leans down until his face is only inches from yours and you find yourself panting with a neediness you haven’t felt in a long time. Loki’s staring at your lips, ready to claim them for himself-

You remember where you are and pull away quickly, putting some distance between the two of you. “What’re you doing?” 

Loki grins. “Just blending in, darling. You didn’t seem to mind.” 

Trying to steady your rising heart rate, you take a deep breath. “Let’s just go find their weapons.” 

Loki gestures for you to walk in front of him. “After you.”

---

Finding and stealing weapons turned out to be easier than you thought. Loki managed to grab multiple knives, as well as the same giant gun that you did. 

Now, you’re heading towards the ship’s garage, intending to steal the best one you come across. You’re in an elevator, heading up to the top floor. As the doors are about to open, Loki puts his arm out in front of you. “I hear voices on the other side. Follow my lead.” 

You nod your head. The doors open, revealing two guards with guns. In an instant, Loki has them both on the ground, knives stabbed into their chests. 

He turns to look at you and grins. “Told you they’d come in handy.” 

“You just wanted to show off.” 

“For you? Always.” 

You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time today and follow Loki towards a large, circular ship. “You think they’d have more guards in this area.” 

Loki walks over to a station pressed against the wall, searching for the ship’s key. “You’d think, but let’s not stick around to find out.” Once he locates the key, he picks it up. “Ah, got it!” 

The elevator opens back up, revealing ten new guards. 

“Uh, Loki?” 

Loki turns just in time to see five guards running full speed at him. He laughs before throwing the gun to the floor, placing the ship key in his pants, and pulling out two knives. “Well, hello. This is going to be fun.” 

Across the room, you’re shooting at the other five guards, backing up as they move forward. You manage to knock three of them to the ground and drop the gun as the other two come running at you, full speed. 

“Y/N!” Loki yells. 

You turn to see him throwing you a knife and you catch it midair. Turning back to the two guards, you smirk. “Unfortunately for you two, I’m rather skilled with knives.” 

“Not as skilled as myself though, just to be clear!” 

You chuckle at Loki’s comment. “That’s what he tells himself to sleep better at night.” 

Right after you say those words, you’re lunging at the guards, slicing your knife into one of their thighs. They hiss out in pain and you use the opportunity to grab them, placing your knife at the base of their neck. The other guard rushes you and you kick out, hitting them square in the stomach before dragging your knife across the captured guard’s neck, causing him to fall to the floor. You fall down and roll over, jumping back onto your feet before the other guard can tackle you. 

Maneuvering around the guard, you swipe your leg out, tripping him up, causing him to fall to the floor. You roll onto the floor behind him and wrap your thighs around his neck, effectively cutting off his air supply. Once he’s knocked out, you get back up, wiping sweat off the top of your eyebrow. Loki is staring at you, an impressed look on his face. You stare back at him, admiring how he looks. He’s leaning against the ship, his hair disheveled with his arms crossed over his chest. The guards he fought are scattered across the floor, each one either dead or knocked out. 

He walks up to you, his tall frame towering over you. “It was rather hot to see you beat up those guards.” His hand reaches down towards your face, his thumb wiping a few spots of blood off your cheek. 

You close your eyes, trying to get a hold of yourself. When you reopen them, Loki is back over towards the ship, looking at you. “Ready, darling?” 

Letting out a shaky breath, you will your legs to follow him onto the ship.

---

A gentle shake to your shoulder wakes you up. Slowly opening your eyes, you come face to face with Loki, who’s looking down at you with a small smile on his face, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You stare at his hand and he pulls it away before clearing his throat. 

“We’re almost back at Asgard.” 

You nod. “How long was I out?” 

“Two hours? I didn’t want to interrupt since it was the first time you looked peaceful in years.” 

Getting up, you glare at him. “Has anyone ever told you how charming you are?” 

“As a matter of fact, yes. Quite a few.” 

“I’m shocked.” You walk to the front of the ship, taking a seat in the pilot’s chair. “This thing on autodrive?” 

Loki moves to take a seat next to you. “No, I figured I’d let it go so we can crash into the nearest crater and die. Put you out of your misery.” 

“Out of my misery?” 

“Yes, since you so clearly hate being around me.” 

Sighing, you turn the chair so you’re facing him. “Who said I hated you?”

Loki mimics you. “Nobody. I can just tell.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Well, maybe a little. But, not for the reason he thought.

He raises an eyebrow. “No?” He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “It’s fine if you do. Most individuals I’ve encountered end up hating me.” 

“Well, I’m not like most individuals.” 

He smiles at that. “No, you’re most certainly not.” 

Nervous, you start picking at the arm of the chair. It’s Loki, for crying out loud. The man you can’t stand. So, why is he making you feel this way?

“You almost kissed me in Sakaar. Why?”

The question leaves your mouth before you can even think about the consequences. However, Loki doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he seems excited by the question, his eyes lit up in amusement. 

“I told you. We needed to blend in.” 

“We were already blending in by dancing. No one was even sparing us a second glance.” 

“No? Well, maybe I just wanted to kiss you then. For my own pleasure.” 

His confession spills over you like a bucket of ice water. Your body is both hot and cold, feeling too much at once. 

Your mouth slightly opens as you gasp quietly. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.” 

All of a sudden, Loki’s moves closer to you. Too close. You can feel his breath wash over your face as his hand slowly crawls up your arm. “I may lie quite frequently, but when it comes to you, I only tell the truth.” 

With a surge of confidence, you grip the front of his leathered shirt. “Prove it to me then.” 

He growls before smashing his mouth onto yours. His lips are everything you’ve ever imagined. Soft and unmistakingly yours. 

“You’re mine now, darling. All mine,” he whispers into the kiss. Grabbing your waist, he pulls you onto his lap, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. “Say it. Say you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours,” you manage to say, moaning when he bites down on your lower lip. 

After one more kiss, he rests his forehead against yours. “You and I, darling, have a lot of catching up to do when we get back.” He runs his fingers over your thigh. “The things I’m going to do to you. You better prepare yourself.” 

Gulping, you shiver at his promise. This ship couldn’t get you to Asgard fast enough. You’ll let him ruin you, from the inside-out. But, only him. Only Loki. You grin at the thought before leaning in to kiss him again.

[mountswhore]

𝐝𝐨𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 — jesse lingard

summary: jesse was afraid to lose you, but you have to reassure him that his money and fame mean nothing to you.

notes: requests are open, ask away!

for @bite-me-en-la-boca

Jesse was afraid to lose you, as simple as that. He wasn’t blind to the double takes people do when you walk past them, or the comments from men at the club when they pass. You were stunning — and Jesse knew that, along with everyone else.

Even his own friends would make little comments, obviously they knew they wouldn’t act on it, so did he, but his girlfriend was wanted by even his closest mates. It definitely made him hold onto you a little tighter. Whenever you’d visit him at training, or go to an event with him, he’d keep you close and constantly shower you in affection, so everybody knew you were his.

The Instagram comments were the worst, not only would his be littered with ‘she’s fit’ or ‘lucky man’, but yours were so vivid that you’d refuse to open them. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t scroll through them every once in a while to see what people were saying, only to return to you a while later with a heavy heart.

The whole of the UK male population were after you, which is why tonight was the worst for Jesse. You were celebrating Marcus’ birthday, and it was completely unlike him to want to go clubbing, but you both agreed anyway.

Jesse watched with a sick feeling in his stomach, almost feeling the need to grab his phone and text his best friend that he was too sick to go. And keep you at home. He knew what tonight would be like, he knew that someone would make a comment, or give you a suggestive glance, and it would ruin his night.

“How do I look?” You asked, smiling innocently up at your boyfriend. Even with heels on, he towered over you. Jesse pushed his negative thoughts to the side to compliment you.

“Wow. Where’s Y/N gone?” He asked, holding your hand and twirling you around slowly. You met his eyes once again with a pout, and Jesse kissed it away. There was never a day he didn’t compliment you on your beauty.

“Real funny. Are you ready?”

“Do I look ready?” Jesse countered, standing back from you and showing off his smart casual attire. You laughed and smoothed the fabric of his shirt down, smiling up at him. He looked back down at you with so much love in his eyes, you’d forget he was hiding his intrusive thoughts behind those eyes.

The pair of you left, getting an Uber to the club you were supposed to arrive at 20 minutes ago. Marcus was waiting inside, sitting in a booth with a few other United boys. The second Marcus spotted you, he moved out of the booth to greet you both.

“Jess,” Marcus spoke, pulling his best friend into a hug, “how’ve you been?”

Jesse just nodded, watching his attention divert from him to you. He squeezed you tightly and almost lifted you from your feet. He knew Marcus would never betray him like that, no matter how hot you were. He trusted Marcus entirely, but it was just adding fuel to the fire. Jesse felt tense from the moment he entered the club, the boys greeting you and having a laugh with you. It was off-putting, he just wanted to go home and watch your rubbish tv. He’d sit through hours of it if it meant you weren’t here getting preyed on.

Throughout the night, you’d had shot after shot, begging Jesse to dance with you an hour in. And he was keeping you close to him, eyes watching intently as you swayed your hips onto him. Your eyes were on him the entire time, not paying mind to the people around you. Jesse so badly wanted to enjoy this moment with you, but those eyes surrounding you were slowly pushing him over the edge.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” He snapped, causing a small space to form between the pair of you. You stepped back in shock, staring at your boyfriend who angrily stared at the people surrounding you.

His eyes had found yours again, but you were gone. You’d approached the booth Marcus was sitting at, wedging between him and Jadon, a frown on your face.

“What happened, Y/N?” Marcus questioned, an arm around your shoulder as you looked visibly upset. You saw Jesse sat at the bar now, head in his hands with a drink in front of him.

“He just shouted in front of everyone, it’s so embarrassing.” You stated, folding your arms and stealing a drink from the table. You didn’t know who the victim of the stolen drink was, quite frankly, you didn’t care. Jesse had bursted his anger in front of everyone, and even though it wasn’t directed at you, it still embarrassed you.

The next half hour was torture, you were slowly losing your buzz and the night was becoming boring. You were sandwiched between the two boys, and they refused to let you have any more drinks. Jesse was still sulking at the bar, but you didn’t care. You’d let him sulk there for the remainder of the evening, if need be.

“Guys, I think I might head home,” you mentioned, standing up and wiggling over the line of boys, “I’m super tired now.” You waved sweetly at Marcus, wishing him one more ‘happy birthday’ before you were leaning against the wall and waiting for your Uber.

Jesse looked back at the booth, wondering which boy had an arm around you this time, but you were gone. The space between Marcus and Jadon that you occupied had now disappeared. His eyes frantically searched the dance floor, but you were nowhere to be seen. It was only then that he started to regret shouting. He could lie and say he didn’t know what came over him, but he did know. He was jealous.

“She’s gone home.” Marcus spoke into his friend’s ear, patting him on the shoulder. It eased Jesse’s thoughts a little, but he still felt horrible. Jesse had gotten an Uber home not long after you, finding the house completely dark apart from your shared bedroom.

You were tucked into bed, Netflix in the background as you scrolled through your phone. You could see Jesse standing in the doorway, but didn’t acknowledge him as he walked in and sat on your side of the bed. His hand rested on the lump in the duvet that was your leg, waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, his voice soft with guilt. You didn’t even react, you just kept scrolling. “Really, I am. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“It’s done now, you need to go to bed. You have Hope tomorrow.” You replied, a lack of emotion in your voice. He knew you loved when Hope was round, the pair of you got on immensely. But you seemed bored now. Bored of listening to him. You had gotten out of bed and left the room, wandering downstairs to distract yourself with something else.

“It’s not done, babe.” Jesse spoke, following your footsteps as you turned into the kitchen. You stood at the counter, grabbing a coffee pod from your cupboard and beginning to make yourself a coffee.

“What else do you want to say, Jesse?” You argued calmly, Jesse almost jumping at the mention of his name. It was always silly pet names, never his name. He could see by the look on your face that you were over this, you were tired, grumpy, getting slightly hungover.

“I know I should never have shouted like that, in front of everyone,” he spluttered, alcohol still in his system. His words were not stringing together very well, which presented a bad case on his behalf, “the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you because of my own insecurities.”

Jesse wasn’t the type to show his insecurities to anyone, not even you at times, but you knew they were there. He was stuck in the mindset of sweeping them away, out of sight and out of mind. You wanted to badly to help him work through them like he did with yours, but he’d never disclose what was bothering him. You turned to look at him, the argument long forgotten now as you wanted this to be the chance he finally opens up.

“What insecurities, Jess?” You wondered, slowly approaching him. Your small hands held his cheeks, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a glint in his eyes.

He shook his head, the window now closed. The opportunity for the pair of you to sit down and talk about what bothered him, it was gone. You were back to pretending not to see his tensed jaw and white knuckles from squeezing his fist together. You sat at the island in defeat, your headache prominent now.

Jesse’s hand fell upon your shoulder, your eyes meeting once again. Your face contorted as a tear fell from your eye, Jesse now going into full on panic mode. He sat beside you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest, you weren’t the only one who wished he could say how he felt.

“How are we ever going to move forward together if I don’t know how you’re feeling?” You asked honestly, holding his bare arm and pulling it close to you. There would always be this barricade stopping you from moving forward, his insecurities stopping you both from being able to talk to each other.

Jesse pulled away from you, his fingers fiddling with the expensive ring on your finger. He’d gifted it to you on your two-year anniversary, it was a beautiful night. “I just get jealous. I see your Instagram comments, and mine. I see the way random men look at you on the street, in the club, in the fucking supermarket. Even the boys are always complimenting you, being touchy with you. It might sound stupid and it might seem like it’s nothing, but it makes me fucking jealous.”

“You know I’d never do that to you,” you turned to Jesse, now clutching his hand tightly, “you’re the only one I want.”

“I know that, love. I have been fucked around before, girls always go after my money and my name. You don’t even shoo these boys away. It’s like you enjoy their attention.” Jesse accused, his tone still soft with you. He never raises his voice with you, and you never have with him.

This comment hurt you, your waterline burned with tears once again, hearing your boyfriend even fathom these ideas. “I don’t pay these boys any mind. You’re the only one I want attention from, I barely give the rest of them a second glance. And I’m sorry that your friends are touchy with me, I just give them lots of hugs and squeezes because they’re your friends, I want them to like me. I know how important they are to you. So they’re important to me.”

Even though Jesse thought you liked the attention, and wanted him for his name and wealth, even though it deeply pained you for him to think these things of you, you kept it cool. He was hurting, these were his insecurities. You looked up at him, giving him your infamous doe eyes, the ones he fell for in the first place.

“If I only wanted you for your wealth and name, I wouldn’t bother with Hope. I love that girl, she’s my best friend. I’d do anything for her,” Jesse smiled at your comment, his hand smoothing over your cheek, “I wouldn’t bother with your family, I wouldn’t call them up everyday asking how they are. I wouldn’t bother with your career, making sure your training kit is washed and you have appropriate lunch.” You emphasised the word appropriate, as Jesse would sometimes leave with just one of Hope’s lunchables, or just a yoghurt.

Jesse let out a laugh, both hands now holding your face close to his. “Thank you. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“I won’t take your name when we get married, just to prove that I’m not in it for fame and wealth,” you admitted, a smile on your face, “I don’t know how you do it if I’m honest, you can’t even walk around the shop without someone approaching you. It’d get on my nerves.”

“Of course you’re gonna take my name,” Jesse cooed, kissing the bridge of your nose and looking down at you once more, “and you better get used to it, because I’m not giving you up.” He held you tight to him, the both of you still reeking of alcohol and the coffee long forgotten.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Some people would call you far too serious. Some would call you stuck-up. And some would call you a bitch. But to freshman Jeon Jungkook, you’re the head Calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, fingering, m-receiving oral, doggy, dirty talk); non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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"I think Jungkook likes you."

The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped suddenly. Stupid soft graphite. You glared at it, annoyed, and brushed the broken piece away to complete the equation. 

"Who?"

"I think he's taking the afternoon class."

You double-checked the last question and handed him his homework back. "Jimin, you used the wrong equation, here and here."

Park Jimin frowned, face falling when he saw all your corrections. Being one of your parents' friends' kids, your parents and his parents naturally asked you to help him out when he entered the same university as you. You pretty much figured the likelihood of Jimin speaking to you was zero, since he was a dance major and you were a graphics design major. You shrugged and agreed.

Except you forgot you were also the head Calculus I TA and Calculus I was a required course for all students. And, turns out, Jimin wasn't that great at math. That's why you were sitting on cushions at your coffee table in your apartment with Park Jimin, watching a music program as you checked his homework.

"Oh."

Jimin began to look over your arrows and circles. You never actually gave him the answer. He usually ended up forgetting a step in the middle and thus fucked the answer. Usually he caught on easily once you pointed it out. 

You stared at the television screen, listening to the latest hit. Not bad. Catchy. 

"I think I should tell you because he's kind of reckless," Jimin was saying.

You placed a hand under your head and took a sip of your tea, distracted by the cute MC with the blue hair. He had a cute smile. It reminded you of a bunny.

"Who?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin snapped impatiently.

You raised an eyebrow and faced Jimin. "Oi. I'm correcting your homework here. I could just correct it tomorrow and hand it back to you with red marks instead," you threatened.

He pouted at you, his full lower lip sticking out. "Sorry, noona."

You sighed. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel ancient." You turned your body so you faced him as he scowled at his homework. "Okay, okay, I'm listening now. What did you want to say?"

Jimin put his pencil down immediately and began to chat like an excited gossiping auntie. Round brown eyes getting rounder, glad for a break from his math homework. You didn't want to get him started, but he was going to nag you incessantly until you let him talk.

"I think he sits in the back?" Jimin pondered. "Dark longish hair, wears a lot of black. Looks scary when he's thinking because his eyes go really wide and he furrows his brows."

You twisted your mouth to the side and thought. You only attended the class when they had quizzes or exams because during lectures the professor didn't need your help. Mostly you remembered people by their personal scores or their handwriting, because you graded everything as the head TA. Looking at people's faces wasn't really necessary, unless you were looking for cheating. 

"Can't recall. I remember his handwriting though. Not bad," you said, shrugging. "I think he's pretty highly ranked at the moment."

"I think he likes you."

You scoffed. "How did you come to that consensus?"

Jimin tapped his temple sagely. "Intuition."

"If only you used that intuition on Calculus."

He frowned at you, pouting again. You let out a puff of air, conceding.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Jimin scratched the back of his head. "Well, er... I'm just warning you."

"... Is he a serial killer or something?"

"No, no, no!" Jimin waved his hands on the air hurriedly. "He's really nice. But he can be kind of, uh... forward."

"How old is he?" you asked, glancing at the television for a moment as you took another long sip of your tea.

"Two years younger than me."

You choked. 

"What?" you squeaked between coughs. Jimin hurried over and patted your back as you struggled, becoming pink in the face. "The fuck? Tell him to find someone his own age."

"I did!" Jimin whined. "But he's stubborn."

You rolled your eyes. "You're warning me that I have to break a poor freshman's heart?"

"Kind of."

You rubbed your throat. "Hmph. Darn whippersnappers these days."

Jimin smacked your arm, laughing. "I thought you weren't ancient?"

"I am now knowing some kid is fantasizing about their fucking Calculus TA."

You had said your comment sarcastically. You fully expected Jimin to make some joke, but he froze up a little. You looked over to him. He looked somewhat guilty, like a lost puppy who got caught stealing food. You sighed and patted his back.

"Don't worry, I won't chew your friend's heart out. Finish your homework, so I don't drop you off too late. You have practice in the morning, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, thanks."

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Forward, huh?

An understatement. 

You were sitting in one of the math department offices, laptop open, your drawing tablet in your lap, thinking. The conversation with Jimin happened about two days ago. In that time, you hadn't attended either morning or afternoon class yet, since it was only lectures. Not that it mattered, because lecture halls were massive. If this Jungkook kid sat in the back, then you probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. At the moment, however, you were preoccupied with your assignment, to design a logo. Logo designing was difficult, especially since a school assignment didn't exactly have a real client attached to it to ask questions. 

Technically these were Calculus I office hours, but who attended office hours? Nobody.

Who attended any type of calculus office hours?

Yeah, exactly. 

You spent the time doing homework with the door open. You were the only TA that actually showed up for the office hours. Every other TA said it was a waste of time. It was. You still came through; in the off chance some poor kid decided her grade mattered. You felt bad since the actual professor wasn't very patient when people needed extra help. Also, technically you were the head TA, so you did have a bit more responsibility than the others.

Your black boots were perched on the desk as you sat back in your office chair, sketching a few ideas. If a member of the math department saw you, you would probably get in trouble. Thankfully, the math department was usually deserted. Math wasn't exactly the most social subject. 

You took a sip of your tea from your thermos, tapping your tablet pen on your black jean-covered thigh. 

"You look even better close-up, noona."

A clear, silvery, male voice cut through the silence. The voice came from the doorframe right in front of the desk. You frowned, slowly lifting your head from your tablet. How had you not heard him? Were you really that focused on your assignment?

Chucky black sneakers. Black cargo pants, slim fit. Distressed black sweater, hands casually in his pockets. Broad shoulders. Lightly tanned skin. Sharp jawline. A tiny mole under a mischievous smile. Your eyes narrowed as you made eye contact with those sparkling dark brown orbs. Long hair slicked back, with only a few wispy strands on his forehead. 

"Calculus I question?" was your response. 

His smile quirked a little higher. The young man didn't have a backpack with him. Didn't even have a piece of paper stuck under his arm. Wasn't even trying to pretend that he needed help.

"I have questions."

He didn't elaborate. You lowered your legs, placing your tablet on your laptop. 

"This is Calculus I office hours. For calculus questions only."

His eyes flickered to your laptop and tablet. Back to you. 

"Is this what the TAs should be doing during office hours?"

Suddenly, you could feel your pulse in your ears. Point taken.

"What do you want?"

He slid into the chair across from the desk, hands still in his pockets. Watching you carefully, still smiling thoughtfully. It should have been unnerving, but there was no malice in that smile. Maybe you were imagining it though, so you kept your guard up. 

"I'm Jeon Jungkook."

Yeah, I guessed, you thought wryly. "And my name is on the syllabus. What do you want?"

He tilted his head at you, studying your face. 

"How do you know Jimin-ssi?"

Isn't Jimin older than you, punk? "Our parents are friends."

He nodded slowly. He looked around the windowless office, at the three papers tacked to the wall – outdated notices – to the still open door, to the desk with your laptop, tablet, and backpack. Then to you, sitting back in the black office chair, eyebrow raised, hands half-in the sleeves of your gray flannel, cropped black sweater underneath. 

"I think you're beautiful, noona."

Your brain winced at the compliment and your hormones looked up from the abyss. Your brain scolded them to go back to their hidey-hole. You clicked your tongue. 

"I'm too old for you."

There was an ever-so-slight tick of his head. His eyes shifted downward and then flicked back up to you, almost shyly, if it wasn't for the small smirk dancing on his lips. 

"We both know such a mindset is outdated."

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The fuck? Your hormones peeked out again. Your brain was too distracted with trying to find a comeback to tell them to fuck off. You figured you better cut this off right now before it went too far. 

"This whole conversation is inappropriate," you said evenly, standing up from the chair and rolling it back. You walked around the desk and stood in front of it, balancing your ass against it. You crossed your arms over your breasts. "You should leave."

He slowly, slowly gazed up at you. Why did he look so satisfied? Your heart did a little three beat skip. Stop it. Keep it together. Jungkook got to his feet, hands still in his pockets. Then he pulled them out and pushed his sleeves up.

Oh?

Tattoos ran up his right arm, the beginnings of a sleeve. Ink black against light tan, flexed muscle. He was not a skinny pretty boy. You were so busy staring at his arms that you barely registered him placing them casually on either side of you, face right next to yours. Now you were staring down at his broad chest, at his black distressed sweater.

"Excuse me?" you snapped testily, lifting your head to look into his smug eyes. 

"I won't touch you," Jungkook murmured quietly. "Unless you ask me to."

This punk ass bitch.

You narrowed your eyes. "What makes you think I would?"

That small teasing smile came back. 

"Well, for one, you haven't actually told me you have absolutely no interest yet."

Your hormones prodded you excitedly. Your brain told them to shut up. Your eyes moved to the open door behind his head, looking into the empty hall, trying to keep a balanced, even tone. It came out a little sharper than you intended.

"Door's wide open."

"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" Jungkook purred, breath on your cheek. 

You tried not to react even though your hormones were fucking losing it. "What about you?" you shot back sharply. 

You heard Jungkook chuckle. "Fuck no I'm not." Your heart jerked heading the crude word come out so daintily and casually from his lips. "I want to be seen with you. All the time. In every position." 

You finally tore your eyes from the open door to give him the side-eye. "Real big words there."

Jungkook smirked. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me no. It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this desk right now and fuck your brains out."

You sucked in a breath. Accidentally. Not on purpose. There's absolutely no way Jungkook would have noticed unless he was literally right next to you. Which he was. Shit. He leaned in closer, still not actually touching you. 

"You like that idea?" he breathed, the lust evident in his voice, not even trying to hide it. 

"I am not some easy bitch at the club, Jungkook. This is the fucking math department," you scolded, eye-level to the base of his neck, wanting very badly to make out with it.

Now it was his turn to inhale sharply. He pulled his head back, and now you were face-to-face with those dark, dark eyes, falling, falling, your body screaming at you to do more. And still you didn’t, torn between reason and instinct.

"I'm so pissed," he growled, breath against your lips. "That the first time I hear you say my name, I wasn't watching your pretty lips form it."

Those few strands brushed against his exposed forehead, framing his furrowed brow and those intense dark brown eyes, making you breathless, telling you that you should, even though the last shreds of reason were telling you, do not, do not, do not give in to Jeon Jungkook. 

"It's the middle of the damn day," you murmured.

"And you make me horny every second of every day," he groaned, so close now that his nose almost touched yours. "With your stem stare, your assertive stride, your well-spoken words, and your beautiful body that demands to be kissed, loved, fucked." He panted, shoulders shaking. "God, I want you under me so bad. You have no idea, noona."

Resolve? Hello, where are you?

You raised an eyebrow. "You think you're enough for me?"

His dark eyes gleamed. 

"I know I am."

Your eyes flickered to the open door, the vacant hall, feeling Jungkook's body heat hovering so close, so close to you, and then you shifted your eyes back to him. Your brain was screaming at you and your hormones bonked your brain silent. The words at the tip of your tongue came tumbling out, nothing to hold them back anymore. 

"Let's see."

And then you kissed him.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate, his large hands leaving the desk, grabbing your waist, ramming his crotch into you. You gasped against his soft lips and he slid his tongue inside, playing with yours, moaning, kissing you hungrily. His fingers pressed into you through your clothes, strong, tight, unforgiving. Your eyes flew open, surprised at his eagerness. He retreated his tongue and nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it lightly. You shivered, feeling him lift you onto the desk, pushing your legs open with his hips, grinding against you. He kissed down your chin, lifting your head impatiently, moaning against your skin. Every gentle kiss a jolt to your system, contrasting with his rough hands kneading your waist, pulling you close against his firm body, the fucking desk cutting into your thighs, eyelids fluttering.

There was movement at the door.

You froze.

Jungkook’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking sharply. You choked back a wanton moan, seeing a familiar face. A familiar, plump smile with cute, lovely eyes. He waved a small hand at you and reached for the doorknob, locking it from the inside before winking at you and closing the door silently.

Park fucking Jimin.

That bas–

Your thought was sharply cut off by Jungkook nipping at your throat, hissing as he rolled his hips into your thigh, a distinct bulge pressing into you. He yanked down the front of your sweater, sucking on the space right between your collarbones. You whimpered and shuddered, wrapping a leg around his waist and hooking him towards you, hands finally leaving your chest and grabbing his, fingers getting caught in the holes of his sweater.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m so fucking hard already because you’re so fucking hot.”

You caught yourself against the desk, elbow slamming onto the wood. You winced. “I haven’t done shit,” you said, surprised to feel your lips slightly swollen.

Jungkook grinned. “You don’t have to. Just you below me is enough.”

You glared at him and he bent over the desk, grabbing the back of your head, pushing your face to his, kissing you again, stealing your breath. It was the perfect mix of force and desperation, leaving you yielding, back arching as he sucked on your tongue, bobbing his head up and down slightly to pull on it. You tried not to make noise – everything was already too noisy anyway – only crying out softly when he let you go. Now you were on your elbows with Jungkook towering over you, licking his lips, the spare strands now stuck to his exposed forehead. His eyes roamed over your body before landing back on your face. You gave him your best questioning look.

He chuckled darkly. “I want to rip all your clothes off, but something tells me you will be upset with me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Because this is still the middle of the math department, let me remind you, Jungkook.” You huffed. “I don’t live here. Don’t get crazy.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “Say my name again, noona. God, let me watch your delicious lips speak my fucking name.”

You raised your eyebrows. Then you felt his hands on your jeans, undoing the button, making you jump. The zipper going down, down. He yanked at the seam, digging it into your already wet pussy, shoving your panties into your slit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

Oh fuck. That sounded kind of pathetic.

He bit his lower lip, and yanked again.

“J-Jungkook, ah…” Your eyelids fluttered, trying to keep your strict demeanor.

“Fuck,” he hissed, firmly gripping the waistband of your jeans and pulling them down your ass, half-dragging your panties down. “You like that, noona? Do you want me to be rough with you?”

You prayed to the higher power that he would just take the damn hint and not make you say it. But Jungkook was dragging your panties back up, the thin black fabric being sucked into your folds and ass as he pulled them far too high. You gasped, trying not to look down, trying not to look at his face. But he grabbed your chin, dragging you back to him, making you open your glazed eyes, making you see his excited expression.

“Look at me, noona.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jungkook held the front of your panties and pulled, hard. You had to choke back a moan, the fabric nearly ripping, rubbing harshly against your clit. You felt the squelch of you getting wetter, hearing it clearly as he yanked at it, stimulating your clit.

“Tell me you don’t like it, noona,” Jungkook whispered hotly, letting go of your chin. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

You spread your legs involuntarily, trying very hard not to make a fucking sound, but it was already obvious by your fists clenched against the desk, your widespread legs, and your pussy lips practically sucking your panties in, so much so that they nearly disappeared into you.

Jungkook snuck a glance down, gasping softly at your glistening pussy being tortured by your panties. He dropped to his knees and you had only one second to be confused before Jungkook’s tongue licked up your slit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out, leaving your sounds limited to muffled whimpers as he lapped at your juices, groaning into you. Your entire lower body vibrated as he teased your covered clit, smushing the fabric into your deeper, rougher. Your hips strained, trying to hump his face but only digging your panties into you harder.

You removed your hand from your face, biting on your tongue to regain some semblance of thought so you fucking talk.

“T-take it off…” you gasped. You looked down, seeing his mischievous eyes above your quivering mound, licking his lips slowly, pink tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.

Jungkook raised his hand.

Smack!

This time you had to actually shove to knuckles into your mouth and mute your squeal as pain radiated through you, your pussy stinging. He slapped you again, right on your clit, hard, making your throw your head back and nearly hit the desk, hips raising to meet him. Oh, God. He pressed his finger against your aching clit, rubbing hard, standing up to bend over you, an impossibly strong presence as he pleasured you.

“Say it, noona,” he breathed. “Tell me you like getting your pussy spanked.”

He was rubbing your clit so hard that you felt your hips raise into it, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned menacingly, voice so low it ripped through you.

You tore your knuckles out of your mouth. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, Jungkook, I love it when you spank my clit, fuck, please, fuck.” The words came jumbling out in a rushed, half-panicked whisper, cut off by your sharp gasp as your orgasm clawed into you. You felt Jungkook slap his free hand over your mouth, shutting off your wail as your throbbed into his hand, turning into helpless whines as he spanked your clit hard and fast, accentuating your high with waves of sudden, aching pain. You pushed his hand away, pressing your head against the desk, gasping.

“Harder, please, Jungkook, harder.”

He was staring at your fucked-out face, massaging your throbbing pussy with his palm, coating his fingers with your cum. Your voice a thin moan, hips rutting into him.

“Believe me, I want to,” he snarled. “I want to so fucking bad, noona, but we’re already loud enough and you’re making a fucking mess.”

He pulled your panties down, nearly useless at this point and roughly shoved two fingers into you. You gasped, tongue lolling out and he took the chance to put two fingers of his free hand into your mouth, rubbing your wet tongue. You could feel every joint, the calluses of his fingertips as he thrust them into you, slopping, wet sounds accompanying his movements.

“Fuck, look at you, noona, sucking in my fingers, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jungkook murmured, centimeters away from your face. “I haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already taking me so well.”

If you could think, you probably would have a snappy response, but Jungkook was stuffing his fingers into your mouth and scissoring the others inside your pussy, driving you insane. You made eye contact with Jungkook, him and his blown-out pupils, his lips trembling as he rammed his fingers into your holes faster, harder, sliding you up the wooden desk. Something inside you snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shaking as you came again, trying to yell, but unable to because Jungkook shoved his fingers into your throat, making you almost choke if it wasn’t for your own expertise. An embarrassing amount of liquid poured down his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. You clamped your legs shut, burying his hand, hips jerking as the aftershocks rippled through you.

You heard Jungkook swallow loudly, jaw tight. He slowly pulled his fingers out of both holes, strings of bodily fluid following him as he did so. Your shaking knees were barely holding your lower body up, jeans constricting your calves and your upper body way too fucking hot.

You laid back on the wood, trying to catch your breath. Was it a fucking cliché? Probably. You felt Jungkook lift himself off the desk and you closed your eyes, chest heaving. Of course. He was just going to leave you like this, tearing your secret out of you and then leaving to boast about how he turned the head Calculus I TA into a helpless, submissive puddle of goo without even actually fucking you. Why did you even bother–

You suddenly felt the desk creak and snapped your eyes open to Jungkook climbing onto it, straddling your chest, unzipping his pants right in front of your face. His slicked hair was becoming unfurled now, more and more dark strands falling down around his ears. His brow furrowed, eyes so wide and focused you weren’t even sure he was actually looking at you.

“Uh–”

He reached in his black boxer briefs impatiently and pulled out his thick, leaking cock. Your eyes widened and his found yours, glittering with arousal. A smear of pre-cum grazed your cheek as he adjusted his position to push the red, bulbous tip against your lips.

“I want to fuck you, noona, but you have to clean me up,” Jungkook breathed, gently asking you but also trying to greedily push his dick into your mouth.

You could say something, but somehow you concluded you were going to be muffled anyway, so you opened your mouth, tongue snaking out and licking the head. Flat, wide, and all over, coating your tongue with his pre-cum, moaning at his taste. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing softly as he spread his legs even more, lowering himself slowly into your mouth. You licked around his cock before closing your lips and sucking, growing wet as he thrust his hips into your mouth, slow and steady, eyes closed. You reached up to hold onto his thighs, whimpering as you felt his muscular quads through his pants. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, sliding his cock in a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, noona, so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he groaned, reaching down and pushing your hair out of your eyes. His dark hair hung down, framing his face in shadow, making your pussy throb at the image. “Makes me want to fill all your holes up, makes me want to coat you with my cum and see you covered in it, messy and dirty with me.”

You couldn’t say anything so you just whined, nails digging into his covered thighs.

“You want that?” His voice dropped several octaves again. Your skin prickled hotly with every word. “You want me to jack off all over you and leave you a mess covered with my cum?”

You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for friction, now moving your head to suck harder, rubbing the tip fiercely against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck,” he gritted out. He tapped your hand hurriedly, eyelids fluttering. “S-stop, stop.” You whimpered, sadly looking up at him. He chuckled, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.

Look here you little shit, you can’t say all that dirty stuff and not expect me to be horny, your eyes were telling him.

“I know, I know,” he purred. “But I want to fuck your pussy and office hours are almost over…”

You glowered at him, but reluctantly unhinged your jaw, opening your lips. He slid out, gasping, hitting you in the chin and getting the front of your sweater wet.

“You’re a jerk,” you muttered as he climbed off you.

Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, noona.”

You shook your hair and reached into your backpack, pulling out a condom, only to turn around and see Jungkook pulling one out of his back pocket.

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “You’re prepared.”

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew what I was coming for.”

A muscle in your brow twitched as he tucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning widely at you as he ripped it open and slid it on slowly, rolling it down his thick cock. His voice changed, dipping raspy and low.

“Turn around.”

Part of you wanted to fight, but then you spied the time. You rolled onto your stomach, sighing exaggeratedly as your legs tangled a bit in your jeans. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you as he bent over your back, hand sliding over your lips and covering your mouth.

“Sigh all you want, noona,” he growled, chuckling as you shivered. “Just don’t scream when I’m fucking you.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the head press against your puffy pussy lips, pushing in forcefully, expanding your tight little hole as his cock entered you, his moan against your ear, your name dripping with lust. Both of you still mostly clothed, but his cock sliding deep, deep inside you, his teeth on your earlobe. Your walls throbbed around him, squeezing him. He gasped, jutting his hips experimentally into you. A stifled moan sneaked past his fingers, your tongue licking them lightly.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Nice and tight for me, bent over this desk.” He nipped at your ear, whispering softly as he began to fuck you. “What if someone hears you, whimpering for my cock, begging to be fucked?”

Your hands clenched into fists, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him pound you into the wood, deep and slow and far too perfect.

“Noona, what if someone sees you?” His voice like smoke, invading all your thoughts, threatening your dreams, cursing you with the feeling of his lips on your ear and his hips pounding your ass. “Proper, harsh, strict noona turning into a slut for this cock, bent over this desk and humping my hips so you can get this dick deeper inside you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiggled your ass against his cock. He thrust his hips harder into you, jerking you forcefully upwards, your thighs smacking against the desk. Light flickered in front of your closed eyelids and you opened them, seeing your phone screen glaring at you. A message from Jimin. Finish already! You struggled to say his name and Jungkook lifted his hand for a moment to hear your shaking breath.

“Jungkook,” you panted. “Time.”

He covered your mouth again. “You’re right,” he grunted, rolling his hips into you, biting back his moans as you clenched around him. The wet, slapping sounds became louder as he changed his angle, fucking you roughly into the table. It pushed your hips up and you clung onto the edge of the desk, moaning around his hand, tongue pressed flat against his palm as he fucked you with reckless abandon, beating a damn indent of the edge of the desk into your thighs. The dull ache was going to lead to a bruise, but you didn’t care, pushing your hips back to meet him. A choked wail vibrated in your throat as you came again, whole body lurching as he sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder, groaning as he came inside you, cock twitching and throbbing against your walls. You felt the condom expand, matched with Jungkook’s hiss as he pumped into you. You pulsed your pussy around him and he detached his mouth, whispering your name against your ear.

“You’re dirty, noona,” he rasped, the words so breathless they made you shiver. “I love it.”

You shakily reached up and peeled his hand from your mouth, gasping as he straightened to hold the condom and pull out of you. Fuck. Oh fuck. You scrambled for your phone, seeing Jimin’s text.

You better rush outta there, noona.

You heard the wet, peeling sound of Jungkook pulling the used condom off gingerly. You turned around, hissing at Jungkook before he threw it in the trash.

“Are you crazy?” you muttered, snatching it from him. “Someone will see.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “What else do I do with it?”

You glared at him and tied it up, grabbing some tissues and wrapping it inside. Then you shoved it in your backpack, along with your laptop, your tablet, the spare condom, and reaching over the desk to unplug your laptop’s AC adaptor so you could shove that in your bag too.

“Fuck, your ass is so sexy,” Jungkook marveled behind you.

“Jungkook, we have to get the fuck out of here, so pack your damn dick,” you ordered, yanking your jeans up. Squelch. You sucked in your lower lip in at the cold, uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties. You zipped your bag and checked around the desk to make sure you took everything. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your back pocket, turning around to see Jungkook rezipping his pants. Thank God. You might have been tempted if he hadn’t listened to you. Then you remembered the two bits of condom wrapping on the floor and picked those up too, shoving them in your other pocket.

Jungkook smirked at you. “So thorough, noona.”

You scowled at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in this situation before, but you sure as hell have.

“Stay here for twenty seconds and then leave.”

Jungkook pouted at you. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“But I don’t even have your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ask Jimin. You two are in cahoots anyway.” You popped your head out, looking around. No one. You popped your head back in. “Also, you owe me new panties the next time I see your smug little face, you punk,” you added, tone irate.

He smirked at you; his long dark hair wispy around his playful eyes.

You gave him one last look before you tore your eyes away, rushing through every back stairway to get the hell out of there before someone could realize you just fucked a freshman during office hours, your slopping, torn-up panties reminding you with every step that you really needed Jeon Jungkook to fuck you again.

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part ii

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Your father had invested in BigHit when it was proposed as a new music company. He wasn’t always the type to try to get rich quick but he thought why not invest, maybe you could grow a fortune. 

You could see his point of view but really your entire university fund wasn’t his to gamble. You took ownership of those shares immediately and nothing ever seemed to change the problem was your father bought them for higher than they were worth. 

You were half way through your University degree, working at a small restaurant waiting tables. It wasn’t easy when you didn’t have some money behind you. 

You were humming a song, something catchy on the radio. Nothing catchy, you had calculated how much of this BigHit entertainment you owned and it was something close to 30% of the business. 

Returning to your apartment ready for your day of tomorrow you checked your email. You saw your stocks had grown but not as much as you paid for them still. 

Curious, you called the company via the number on your email; it wasn’t the regular company number. You asked for a meeting and they gave you a spot before lunch tomorrow. 

Dressing up for the meeting you wanted to look respectable. You arrived and stepped up only to be stopped by security. 

“I am here to see Bang Sihyuk. I have an appointment before lunch” I said and they eyed me, I called the reception. 

“Good morning, It’s y/n, I am here for my 11:30 meeting but I cannot get past security”

“We will bring someone down shortly” she said and I nodded and waited. 

Bang Si hyuk in a suit appeared, “y/n please follow me?” I followed behind him feeling rather important. “So you own 30% of BigHit and are one of our shareholders, are you a fan of our company?”

“Actually I know very little about your company, my father bought the shares when they were so cheap and well I have left them hoping I didn’t lose all my savings”

“Let me show you around and talk about our company a little” he smiled. He was a funny guy explaining the company's virtues and goals. You had to admit he spoke well about everything, the facility was a little drab but you weren’t too worried. 

“This is where the trainees eat and discuss, this is our recording studio and the dance studios are down the hall.” His phone rang, as he opened the door. “Oh I have a call, please give me a moment”

There was a group inside you blushed, bowing to them, each as handsome as you would expect of an idol group and yet so much more. 

They practiced seriously and looked awfully sweaty. I ordered some vitamin water and sports drinks hoping they would stay hydrated. They were looking particularly tired from their dancing. 

Stepping down stairs you grabbed the drinks by security and headed back upstairs. The elevator was kind of small but not the worst. 

Bang Pd was still on the phone in the corner and you headed inside once more, uh good afternoon, I brought you some drinks to cool off. 

They bowed respectively and took the bag, each getting a cold drink and rehydrating. 

“Who are you?” One asked and you blinked 

“I am a family friend of Bang pd’s he is showing me around his company today”

It felt worth it, in the short time you saw the company and the boys you didn’t feel cheated out of money, the boys you met were nice and very good looking. 

You were invited to a shareholder meeting a few times a year and each year the company seemed to slowly be improving and dressed nicely when you entered the building. 

You flashed a tag they had sent you, stashing it in your pocket. Taking the elevator. 

“Hold the elevator!” You caught the elevator and the doors rebounded open. It was the boys, you hadn’t forgotten their handsome features since the day you met one year ago. 

You had finished your degree this year and as an accountant major you were able to work with numbers a lot better. Providing some knowledge at the meetings you were privy to. 

“What are you doing back again, we don’t see you often around?” One broke the ice with some small talk which quickly fell into light banter and jokes. It was the start of a good friendship. Or at least you thought it was a friendship unbeknownst to you. One of the idols had feelings for you, they thought you were a firecracker. 

Maybe the way you were so confident like you owned the place, resonated with their personality. They all exchanged their WeChat with you. Leaving you surprised when your phone chimed as the elevator door closed with a greeting message and a few emoji’s. 

~Time skip to present~

The shareholders meeting at the new building was exciting, you had actually started working in BigHit within the accounts department. You were actually the assistant to the head of the accounts department who when he retired would leave you his position. 

You discussed the changes of the company together agreeing on the new name Hybe and all the new parts to come within the growing company. 

You were glad for your decision over the last five years you had bought more shares. Not a moment too soon as the boy's fame lifted the shared value immensely. 

You now owned forty five percent of the company and you weren’t quiet, giving your opinions and more during the meetings. 

You were the only person in the room under thirty and they seemed to agree with your views. But you also had accounting experience to know what was plausible or not. 

The door opened and in trickled idols, BTS, TXT, Enhyphen and more each looking nervous. Well most looking nervous nothing seemed to shake the TXT boys all off in their own world thinking bubblegum thoughts and the lunch menu. 

“I would like to announce our new CEO,” Bang Si Hyuk announced. Your head snapped up, you all didn’t discuss anything about electing a new CEO. 

“We have all been discussing and each member of the board has agreed to offer the new CEO position to Y/n” your eyes widened. 

Not only that, a set of eyes landed on yours, surprised to see you in the room. Your mouth opened and closed, “give me a little time to think about it and I will let you know.” They nodded concluding the meeting. 

Jin:

“Hey y/n, what are you doing in the shareholders meeting?” Jin asked as you left the room. 

“Uh it’s a long story, do you have time?”

“I always have time,” he led me to a small room where we sat on a couch. “You look good by the way” 

“Thank you,” you said slumping against the sofa, “a few years ago my father took my University savings and bought stocks at BigHit. I never knew anything about BigHit until the day we met. I got to know you and your dreams and I wanted to support you so I made sure to protect the shares and even bought a few more.”

“I own 45% of the company” you breathed, I started working as an accountant when I finished my degree and we have been dating for almost five years” you said “I am sorry I didn’t tell you”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he laughed “but if I kiss you do I get a pay raise?”

Yoongi:

Yoongi wasn’t outside when you left the meeting, he wasn’t answering his phone and you started to panic. Racing around the building until you arrived at his studio ringing the doorbell. 

The door opened and as always he stepped aside without a word, “Yoongi, I am sorry I never told you a few years ago before we met my father stole my uni tuition and bought stocks in BigHit everything else is true. I met you the day we met. I really knew nothing about BTS. I do work as an accountant in the business and today they offered me the position of CEO” you rambled and he looked at you with a small smile. 

He checked his phone and saw the array of missed calls and messages and he let out a soft laugh. “I know.”

“Please don’t be mad at me, Yoongi” you begged “I love you and will never keep anything from you again?”

“You are saying this like I hate it, honestly I think it’s kind of sexy that you're my boss,” he grinned flashing the pink of his gums, “I am writing a song for D-3 would you like to hear it?”

“Sure what is it called?”

“Women in charge” he slipped the headphones over your ears. 

Hoseok:

Hoseok sent you a text once he left the room. You waited the whole meeting before checking your phone. 

“When were you going to tell me?” His text seemed ominous, was he asking playfully or seriously, you couldn’t tell. 

You called Hoseok and he answered, “hey Hobi, where are you?”

“I’m out at the moment.” He said his tone was guarded but still gentle. 

“I want to talk about how this all happened. If you will listen”

“I’m nervous” he said “what if it’s better off not knowing?”

“Listen I didn’t get here by choice I can tell you that” I spoke honestly, “I can also promise you, on the day we met it was the first time I had ever even heard of BTS”

“Well that does feel a little better, I didn’t like the idea of a stalker fan buying shares and dwindling her way into my heart” he said in a cute voice. 

Namjoon:

Once the meeting was concluded Namjoon walked back into the room and was by your side. “How did you get an offer from the CEO, have you been buying shares, I hope you haven’t done anything illegal. '' He poked your sides playfully. 

“No, years ago before we even met my dad he took my uni fund and bought shares in what he thought was a promising entertainment company. I thought he was an idiot and I couldn’t sell them and get my money back so I kept them hoping one day I could sell them and get the money I had lost. But well I met you and I saw how bad you wanted to be an idol and I thought maybe I would keep them and support you when I could even buying more when I could”

“How much do you own?”

“45% of 3.2 billion is about 1.4 billion” you whispered, something you were proud of was your math brain developed from studying accounting at university. 

“You are worth more than I am?” He giggled, “we might have to get you a bodyguard”

Jimin:

“Hey love,” Jimin said when you came home, you were busy all day with reading over paperwork and being led through the CEO’s position, job requirements and entitlements. It was gruelling. 

“I love you and your opinion matters so much to me Jimin,” you buried your face in his chest and felt him soften a little his body wrapping around you protectively. 

“This position seems like a lot of work and I don’t know if I can handle it, but if I did take it, I can make sure you and the boys and all the trainees are being treated right. I want to help you guys but I also don’t want to take over. Not to mention if our relationship gets out. I want your opinion. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

“Hey I think you would make an awesome CEO, you are young and know what people want, you have some great ideas…”

“But?”

“But, I don’t want to break up. I want to see you everyday and not in secret”

“What do you mean, as the CEO I can personally hang around you and the boys and it not be weird.” You smirked “and why would we break up, as the boss I can leave and go home when I want to. I don’t have to stay behind and crunch numbers until my brain is fried we can be like a real couple now”

He beamed “really!” 

“Really.”

Taehyung:

“Are you going to be the new CEO?” Soobin asked you, smiling brightly, “how did you get asked to take that position?”

“Technically y/n owns almost half the company anyway?” Yeonjun added “she has since about 2012”

“How did you afford that?” Hyuening kai asked

“Well, back then the shares were only a dollar each, the company wasn’t famous, I had money saved up for university and my father, being a wannabe entrepreneur, took my money and bought a large chunk of the shares. Of course, once you buy them you wait for the shares to go up and sell them for a higher price but the never did”

I had to put myself through university while working part time and it was hell, why did I save so much just to struggle. I got a letter one day telling me I was welcome at the shareholders meeting. 

“I met everyone in the company for the first time, you were all trainees pre debut and I met all the BTS boys that year, they had just released Run which kept playing at the radio at work” you laughed “I didn’t know they sang the song or anything about them really but I saw their determination. I was actually going to sell the stocks but I thought maybe I could support all these young artists who wanted to be idols.”

“After Uni I applied for a job in the accounts department and it took four years and I am now the assistant to the head of department. I didn’t think I would be offered the position of CEO and more importantly I am nervous.”

“I would love to know what everyone thinks” You spoke around the table, each seat now occupied with idols and trainees from different groups. 

“It would be nice to have someone young as a CEO, you understand the next generation better than some” Niki smiled

“I think it will be great, we have seen you around a lot, and feel comfortable with you already” Yeonjun nodded

“We feel like we can really talk to you,” Soobin smiled. 

“I think you will make a great CEO” Taehyung leaned behind you kissing your temple. “I can walk into your office whenever I want and not have to worry about causing a scandal”

Jungkook:

“Hey over here?” Jungkook called you across the room, he was eating a subway sandwich with some of the other trainees and shareholders he smiled. 

“Are you going to be the new CEO?”

“I mean I haven’t decided yet, I am not sure I have to read it over?” I said “I know I wanted a promotion to the head of accountants when he retired but to be the CEO that’s insane.”

“If you become the CEO, imma get my eyebrow pierced” He grinned childishly, “cause you can’t stop me!”

“And I don’t have to cover up my tattoos cause you love my tattoos!” He giggled, pulling up his sleeves to flex his muscles in his arms. 

“Jungkook, are you trying to seduce your boss?” You said in mock offence. 

“Does it work?” He wriggled his eyebrows.

[moonctzeny]

love to hate me

request:  celebrity! jaehyun + enemies to lovers + “don’t you want to know how i feel?”

pairing: friends to enemies to lovers! jaehyun x female reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff... this fic has it all folks

word count:  7.514k

warnings: toxic behaviour, public sex, light restraining, jaehyun pulls a ‘white boy punching the wall’ at some point 

summary: “You and Jaehyun meet as SM trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you deicde to leave the company and pursue a solo career. When you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. Your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other”

a/n: this is the longest it has ever taken me to finish a fic.. I have a love-hate relationship with this (no pun intended XD). I hope whoever requested this likes it!

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Of-fucking-course you had to bump into him out of all people at the vending machine. All you wanted was a drink to refresh you before you got up on stage, and now you have to deal with Mr. Too Good For This World and his relentless teasing. His eyes, lit up by an amusement that was also evident in his smirk, stayed glued on your body, raking up and down at it for a second too long. Not that you didn’t like it.

“Stare much?”, you bark at him in hopes of snapping him out of his trance, and push through him to punch in the code of your favorite drink. But alas, he always had a comeback ready on the edge of his lips.

“You look ridiculous”, he states and you have to admit that your outfit, though fitting for the Halloween special of today’s music show, was way different than anything else he had ever seen you in. Reincarnated as Dorothy Gale for the night, your stylists had chosen a short, light blue checkered dress, with red stilettos that gave a sexy twist to the character’s ruby slippers. Hair neatly braided in two pigtails, decorated by ribbons and topped off by glittery pink makeup. The image of innocence. Jaehyun had to laugh.

“Says the man dressed up as Woody”

It was unfair, you admitted, how good he looked in that stupid outfit. His hair was gelled back, a few strands framing his handsome face strategically. The yellow shirt fitted him like a glove, its bright colour lighting him up as well. And those jeans, tight in all the right places, just melted over the muscles of his thighs. The ones that you’ve come undone on one too many times.

“So”, he lilts, giving you a once over before lowering both the volume and pitch of his voice, “want a ride?”

You scoff, sparing him an incredulous look, “on what horse, cowboy?”

He doesn’t reply, only points with his eyes to his crotch that is undeniably sporting a visible tent, and you gasp when you see the outline of his dick twitching under your stare.

“Jesus Christ, Jaehyun”, you mutter with a disgusted look on your face before picking up the almost forgotten beverage that the vending machine had barfed out for you. The boy mentioned, however, was unfazed.

“They don’t call me Woody for nothing”

Almost choking at the drink that was supposed to calm you down, you catch his eyes rolling at you through your third cough. Well, that ruins one of your favourite childhood movies. “Don’t pretend to be a prude. Now are we going to fuck before you get on stage of not?”

You can clearly remember the first time you met Jung Jaehyun alone. You always spotted him somewhere in the SM buildings, joking around with his future bandmates, barely ever without company. As a fellow vocal trainee, he introduced himself to you as Yoonoh, filling up the awkward silence while your vocal teacher prepared the music sheets for the both of you to rehearse.

You were thankful the two of you always got paired up together. Jaehyun was charming, easy to be around, funny. He was a model SM trainee with the otherworldly looks he possessed, almost impossible for anyone’s eyes not to follow him when he entered a room. Radiant porcelain skin, soft brown locks, and a dimpled smile that made your heart melt in seconds.

You can also clearly remember the first time you had the privilege of hearing him sing. Jaehyun had a beautiful baritone voice, one that contradicted his flower boy image but matched his manly personality perfectly. The four walls of the small practice room resonated with his sound, that was stable and smooth like honey. The lessons were challenging but Jaehyun made them bearable through spending time with him. Maybe it was your shared struggles, or how you were always tired and vulnerable when you saw him. Maybe it was those damned dimples, but your heart always beat faster when you were around him.

“Sometimes I get discouraged”, he confides in you in that same room, hours later, early into the morning now. The vocal lesson stretched on longer than expected, leaving you two sitting on the floor, sharing a cup of lemon-honey tea to soothe your vocal chords. You let your head rest to the leather couch behind you as you stare into his handsome features one by one. What time was it? Shouldn’t you be back at your dorms by now? It didn’t matter, this was one of those moments when time seems to stop and life seems unreal. When the only thing that you care about is the person standing next to you, and whatever it is they have to tell you.

 “I fear that I will never get to debut. There’s handsome guys all over the company. I just don’t know if my skills are enough.”  

You thought he was crazy for thinking that way, wanted to scream at him that he’s just perfect and more than enough for the company, or for anything in this world for that matter. But Jaehyun was reserved, the type to always mask his true feelings behind a smile and you were more than glad that he finally opened up to you, that he saw you as someone trustworthy. You didn’t want to dismiss his feelings, so you just pet his hair while you listened to his concerns.

 As you mindlessly gaze at the rainy weather outside, a couple of droplets following their own path down the froggy window remind you that time does run by. Even if every day seemed the same, following the same routine, going to the same classes over and over again.

Jaehyun had this sad look that contorted his pretty face and you hated it, reaching up to massage away the wrinkles between his eyebrows. You don’t know which godly creature made the hourglass of time freeze this moment, nor did you know why Jaehyun leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss. Maybe it was his way of saying thank you for keeping your ears and heart open for him, for listening to him when he needed it most.

It felt so lovely while it lasted, two young people leaning on each other during an uncertainty that anchored them far away from their emotional shoreline. But life as a trainee isn’t a fairytale and falling in love can have serious ramifications. So you promise to each other that this will be a one time thing, and then you never speak of this night ever again.

Unsurprisingly enough, Jaehyun got to successfully debut, yet you didn’t have the same luck. The company had plans of focusing on their new boy group, thus postponing your debut for an uncertain amount of time. It was hard for you to decide to switch labels, to throw away the years of hope and dedication you had pinned on this company but the faith you placed on yourself was stronger.

It’s years later when you finally get to promote as a solo artist in a different company, and you are happy to say that the decision you made all those years ago was the right one. The exposure you got wasn’t the same as being in a Big 3 company, however leaving SM entertainment has its pros. Flexible schedule, less scrutiny, great creative freedom over your work. 

This wasn’t the first time you have come across your old trainee buddy. Jaehyun had multiple comebacks in a year, so it was only natural that his group’s and your promotions would sometimes overlap. You were only a rookie, and NCT turned out to become pretty popular, so of course the wins were always tied to their names.

The first time you walked past him in the hallways, dark makeup and professional styling making you both almost unrecognizable, you expected a wave, small talk, maybe some reminiscing of the old times. Instead, you got a cold stare or at best, an arrogant smirk coupled with a “Do better next time”. It was shocking to you how much Yoonoh, the boy with the shy smile and awkward social skills, would turn into such a stranger.

How you always ended up sneaking out with him to have a quickie in one of the ready rooms, was beyond you. He rushed you inside before checking both sides of the hallway, cautious to hide from any curious eyes. The coast was clear and Jaehyun doesn’t like to waste time, so he pins you against the door he just closed behind him, face dipped in your neck. You can feel his fingers dancing on the skin of your thighs, eager to explore what is hidden under your frilly skirt, and their delicacy in contrast to his feverish kisses sends a shiver down your spine.

One pretty whine from your lips, then two, three and you can feel Jaehyun smile deviously against your neck. The softness is too enticing for him to resist, so he nips at it skillfully, trying to get a reaction out of you. He recognizes that you have plenty of talent as a singer, yet the symphonies you sing out for him in those little sessions seem to be his favorite.

“Jaehyun, cut it out. I’m going on stage in like, 20 minutes”

“Turn me on then”

Wasn’t he the one that basically flashed you in the middle of the cafeteria for just existing? Isn’t it his hard on that digs against your lower stomach? The demand made you mad, and you wanted nothing more than to entice him with a nice blowjob, only to take a big, strong bite off that cock of his. But see, you had a full face of makeup on and your career is way more important than a fuckboy, so you’ll have to get creative.

Flipping him around so that he’s the one trapped between you and the door, you start to suck on his collarbones , then nibble at the tender flesh. He seems distracted enough by it so that you open the button of his jeans and fully remove his belt from their loops with no objections. Palming him over his boxers to keep him entranced, you manage to bring his wrists together, wrapping the leather around them, then lastly fastening them in place.

His eyes widen in shock when he realizes that he’s too late, wiggling his hands in a futile attempt to free himself. Your laugh is sadistic, making the hairs on his arms stand on edge and you gloat in the effect you have on him. 

Giving your palm a good lick, you form a ring with your fingers, wrapping them around the base of his member. He hisses and drops his head back, thudding loudly against the wall. His cock enlarges and reddens as you move your hand up and down, changing the pressure according to his reactions. Jaehyun isn’t one to express himself freely but there is not much he can do to stop the low moans leaving his lips. Not when you rub circles over his tip with the soft skin of your palm.

He looks so fucking good, all squirmy and desperate and trying to hold himself from saying ‘please’. You almost want to keep going, squeeze him more until he whines and begs to cum, and admire the white beads dripping from his slit and covering your hand. Almost.

You halt your movements with a last strong stroke, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare back at him. Jaehyun tentatively opens one eye to see why you have stopped, only to come across that bratty smile that he loves as much as he hates.

“You should have dressed up as a siren. Seducing people before they realize you are a man eating bitch”

“If you want someone to jerk you off you can go ask one of your little fangirls. I want to get fucked.”

“Let me go then. And you’ll wish you never did”

You scoff at his cockiness, nonchalantly freeing him from his constraints, and the way he immediately has a hold of your jaw reminds you of a predator eyeing its prey. His eyes have a crazy look in them, moving frantically over every part of your body like he can’t decide what to grab onto first. He decides on your hips, bending you over a table full of snacks and makeup tools and flyers of today’s schedule.

“You think it’s funny to tease me like that?”, he asks you with a peremptory voice that signifies you’d better shut up.

You hear shuffling behind you and assume it’s him slipping on a condom, so you make yourself more comfortable on the wooden surface. A hard slap on your ass jolts you alert.

“I asked you a fucking question”, Jaehyun presses brusquely and flips your skirt fully over your ass, pulling your panties down until they’re bunched up right over your knees.

“It’s fun”, you moan out, breathless both from the pleasure and the stinging feeling on your right cheek, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Was the room occupied by one of the artists that have already been on stage? Or will they barge in at any moment to find you bent over and pussy dripping for Jaehyun to finally dive inside you? He chuckled at the sight of you, eyes feasting off your naked body, your ass up just the way he likes it. Not so innocent anymore, huh?

He doesn’t reply to you, aligning himself against your slit and bottoming out in one go instead. Involuntarily, you let out a small screech, the sudden stretch catching you off guard.

“You better stay quiet, siren. Or maybe you would like it if people found us like this? Saw how good you take my cock whenever I ask”

You wanted to bite back at him, but the only sound you could make was a guttural moan. It was embarrassingly loud, and you fall forward to bite your fist and force yourself to shut up. It was effective, yet Jaehyun had other plans for you, pulling your pigtails towards him in a strong grip that has you against his chest in seconds.

“Nuh, uh, uh, siren”, he hums in your ear, his panting making his voice sound huskier and smokier than ever, “How about trying to stay quiet by using your willpower alone? That way it’s more- how did you call it? Fun.” 

He slows down his pace momentarily, as if he’s giving you time to answer him. But the moment you open your mouth to talk back at him, he thrusts particularly hard inside you, forcing a whimper out of your lips.

“Fuck you, Jaehyun”

“As you wish”

Jaehyun was conceited and cocky and a dick, but he was also a good fuck. He kept at it with what seemed like all the energy in the world, fucking you against that table until you came all over him, and your legs gave out. It ended how it always did, with him moaning how fucking sexy you look and how much he hates you, and you swallowing your pride as you swallow his cum. You’d tell each other to fuck off and never bother the other again, until you meet up at the next comeback, to do this shit all over again.

And that’s how things would stay if it wasn’t for that goddamn phone call from your manager.

“...so we thought what better way to promote your new song by recording a duet with NCT’s Jaehyun?”

No, no, no this can’t be happening. No way. Anyone but him.

“Are you sure this is the only way we can promote me? Can’t I just go to variety programs like every other idol out there?”

“y/n, duets by different group members are one of the most efficient methods of promoting there is! And with NCT’s latest song topping the charts this will be a great opportunity for you. Taemin and Sunmi did it. Suzy and Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Punch-“

“Alright, okay, I get it”

“Besides, since you used to be an SM trainee they specifically asked for you. The directors made some pretty big compliments on your work”

Isn’t it a little too late now? Not like they didn’t have the chance to debut you, right? That being said, there isn’t much to oppose to decline SM’s offer; your manager is right and you know it. Saying no to Lee Sooman and giving up a popularity push like that is basically career suicide. Nor could you let your manager know about your and Jaehyun’s little adventures, minutes before you have to go on stage.

“Just send me the schedule. I don’t have to record with him, right?”

“Oh no, they’ll record his part first and then they’ll send it to us. But there will be a music video of course”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

There was this little monster of worriedness that was screaming inside your head, refusing to shut up. This collaboration isn’t going to be easy, but you didn’t want to let Jaehyun’s pettiness get in the way of your career. Fumbling with your phone in your hands, you kept removing and reinserting its case compulsively, over and over again, until you mustered the courage to take matters into your own hands.You knew his number was buried somewhere in your contacts.

you [16:35]: hey it’s me, y/n

Jung Yoonoh [16:50]: y/n who??

you [16:55]: y/n y/l/n? the girl whose guts you were inside in last week? we have a song coming up 😒

Jung Yoonoh [16:57]: oh y/n right

Jung Yoonoh [16:58]: thought you’d have deleted my number

Well you sure have deleted mine, you murmur with your blood boiling, regretting reaching out to him in the first place. 

you [16:59]: i always hoard peoples contacts

you [17:00]: old habits die hard i guess

Jung Yoonoh [17:00]: like the habit of me being inside your guts?

You gasp out after reading his last message, hands awkwardly juggling your phone until you’ve forced yourself to calm down. After waiting for a while, until your face has reached its previous temperature, you feel focused again, and type out your original intentions for this conversation.

you [17:05]: this isn’t what i texted you about.

you [17:07]: we have this project coming up and while I know we aren’t exactly on the best terms, this comeback is very important for me

you [17:08]: and i don’t want to fuck it up

Jung Yoonoh [17:10]: kitty cat, relax. maybe this is a brand new word for you but i know what professionalism is

you [17:10]: don’t you ever and i mean ever call me that again

you [17:11]: glad to see we are on the same page

You didn’t expect a message back, nor did you get one. All you could do from now on, was pray that the promotions would go smoothly and Jaehyun wouldn’t do anything stupid that would jeopardize your collaboration.

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And the day you dreaded finally came. The first day of filming for the music video. 

You had already finished recording the song, a bittersweet balad about two lovers who lost their way, only for their paths to cross again. When you listened to the demo for the first time, it only took three notes from Jaehyun’s pre-recorded verse to spread goosebumps on your skin. His voice was deeper and even more developed than you remember. Long forgotten memories, shoved deep inside your brain so as not to leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, came flooding up again. But things have changed since then.

The sky was crying rain and lightning, fitting to the storm inside your head. Normally you'd be excited to film a music video, bubbling with energy and unable to contain a smile. Today, all you could do was let your teeth abuse the cuticles of your left thumb, until little drops of blood ruined the fresh manicure you got for the shoot. 

Following your manager inside the studio, you take a quick glance at all the props the creative directors have prepared. They were very intricate, filled with all different types of flowers everywhere. Some of the fake rooms looked like classrooms, two others were decorated like teenage bedrooms. It was a lot more than you have anticipated.

“The song will be part of a drama OST, that’s why the budget is higher than usual”, your manager tells you as if he was reading your mind. 

He leads you to the changing room, where you try on different outfits your stylist has chosen for you, while simultaneously being briefed on the concept of the music video. It’s kinda cheesy and cute, with you and Jaehyun posing as high-school students falling in love. Certain scenes of the drama, whose plot matches the music video’s, will intercept in between.

You’re seated on the makeup chair, sunk in the uneasiness caused by your co-star. Jaehyun had arrived a few minutes after you, his bare face more handsome than you’ve ever looked in your most glamorous state and you can’t help but stare at him. He is all polite smiles and bows to the staff, and even gives you a formal greeting. 

You’re not sure why you just can’t bring yourself to stop your legs from shaking as the makeup artist patiently tries to apply a rosy blush on your cheekbones. It’s like you’re scared that everyone will see right through the both of you, somehow enter your brain and find out that you’re replaying your last encounter with Jaehyun in the music show’s waiting room in your head. As you try to read through his expression, to see if he’s nearly as nervous as you are, you defeatedly can’t decode what’s going on inside his head. Not like you ever could.

You glance at both you and Jaehyun through the mirror, admiring the youthful makeup. Blushy cheeks and innocent eyes of two teenagers in love, masking the raw lust between two nemesi. It couldn’t stray any further from the truth.

A staff member leads both you and Jaehyun (who is refusing to spare even one look your way) back to the main set. The director is passionately explaining what he wants to see from you in your first scene, but you can barely focus with Jaehyun’s eyes burning holes through your school girl outfit. You block him out and walk inside the ‘classroom’, spotting the cameras and sitting on your designated seat, while you wait for your signal to start.

Of course, you had acted before. Yes, you had expected for the director to ask you for some more intimate moments with your co-star. But when Jaehyun passed you a “love note” from the desk in front of you, looking all blushy and shy and with his dimples showing, you felt that the role of crushing schoolgirl became a little too easy for you to act out. 

And maybe, just maybe he was feeling the same way too. He looked pretty flustered when he saw you dancing across class, shifting restlessly in his seat when you bent forward to tie your shoelaces. Whether you did it on purpose or not, was a question your ego didn’t allow you to answer truthfully.

Most of the individual shots would be handled at a different shoot, so all you had to do was get over this one day with him. That’s what you repeated yourself over and over again. And you did pretty well, smiling charmingly at the camera, with the director praising you for your “innocent look”. You didn’t miss the scoff slipping from Jaehyun’s lips but you were good at ignoring it, focusing on getting through the different scenes in one-shot. 

You were currently leaning your body against the wall, playing with your hair while Jaehyun glances down at you, like a boy that is ready to confess to his first love. 

“y/n, I need you to give me something more shy, more bashful”, the director yells eagerly, but you can barely hear him, too focused on regulating your breathing. The look your co-star is giving you right now might seem loving and pure to the staff, but you know all too well the motives hidden behind his facade. It’s the calm before the storm, the silence he purposefully keeps to make you squirm, right before he whispers the most sinful propositions in your ears. 

Reading him like an open book, you stand still as he leans closer, just enough so that no one besides you get to hear his words.

“Come on y/n, can’t you act bashful? Or is it impossible for you to get embarrassed after getting fucked against the window of a TV station’s building?”

Clearing your throat, you’re suddenly hyper aware of every single sound and movement in the room. Suffocating, even in the light clothes you were wearing, and desperately trying to mute out his words that bring you back to the day he was repenting.

“When you were pressed up against that glass, moaning my name, all exposed for anyone that simply looked up to see, you weren’t too shy, were you?”

You raise your palm to wipe a bead of sweat that has collected on your temple, and breathe deeply through your nose, as if a good pump of oxygen would cool off the sudden heat between your legs. 

“Shut up Jaehyun”, you simply hiss through your front teeth, but he isn’t done yet.

“You know I can’t hold myself when I see you in skirts. So pretty. And you love to tease me in them too, I’ve noticed. Flashing me again and again until you get to suckle on my dick”

You were sure his voice was barely louder than a whisper, but the thought of anyone accidentally prying into your conversation had your whole body raising in temperature. The heat didn’t take long to reach your cheeks and you couldn’t remember the last time your legs felt like jelly, as they do now.

“Perfect y/n, that’s exactly what I’m looking for!”

You blinked back at Jaehyun a couple times, your mind trying to process that the director is cheering you on instead of scolding you to focus. The trembling hands, the fast-paced heartbeat, your big doe eyes. Though involuntarily, you had nailed the scene.

“You’re welcome”, Jaehyun mouths at you just as the staff announces a break. He scurries off to his dressing room without a word, as if he hadn’t just spewed his dirtiest of thoughts on set. It was almost as if he was daring you to follow him, but it’s not like he had left you a choice. You were fuming.

“Jaehyun”, you called out to him strictly but he didn’t acknowledge you, only walked further inside the small room with his name written neatly on the door. He was removing some of the heavier jewellery, rubbing the red lines they had left on his neck and wrist, momentarily catching your eyes on the mirror's reflection. They were misty, unreadable, and with how unpredictable you knew he could be, you decided to close the door behind you.

“Closing the door?”, he muses and in just a few long strides he has managed to trap you between his body and the wooden surface. It is reminiscent of your last meeting at the music show, and the memory of you tying him up doesn’t help with the organizing of your thoughts. “What are you planning on doing to me in here?”

You point one finger against his chest, not enough to create any real distance between you, but it comforts you nonetheless.

“What the fuck was that out there? What happened to professionalism?”

“Relax, kitty cat. I was just helping you act better”. His eyes stayed glued on your hips, once again making you all wound up and jumpy under his stare, “And it worked. You should be thanking me”

“I. Told. You.”, you started, tapping your finger on his sternum to emphasize each word, “Never call me that again. Today’s already hard as it is, why do you have to make it harder?”

He takes one more step towards you, his chest now touching yours and your hand that separated you lands involuntarily on his right peck. As if his presence wasn’t overwhelming enough, you feel a hardness pressing against your thigh, and for a moment you worry he can feel how wet you really are under your skirt. His voice is a low, a deep rumble.

“I don’t know. Why do you have to make everything so hard?”

“You are unbelievable”, you scowl at him and free yourself from his trap. You turn to the big mirror to avoid looking at him anymore, and you come to the embarrassing realization of how fucked out you look right now. You had to get out of there as soon as possible, before you do anything stupid and lose any trace of self control left in you. But not before you gave Jaehyun an earful.

“What I meant was that I am out there, being paid to be all lovey-dovey with you. This is not something easy for me you know. It’s basically prostitution.”

You catch Jaehyun’s eyes in his reflection, and for a fleeting moment they turn a colour that you hadn’t seen them in for a long time. Hurt? Disappointment? Whatever it was, it was gone in a second, replaced by that smile that made him both irresistibly smackable and fuckable at the same time.

“Did it cross your tiny brain that maybe someone could hear you? Staff leaks information all the time! If they found out we were fucking…”

“Were? Past tense?”

“Are. Will be. Whatever.” You sigh, defeated, hiding your eyes with your palms as you face him once again. “Like I said, this is important to me. So no more dirty talk on set. Okay?”

Jaehyun avoided your glance, from embarrassment or uninterest maybe. “Okay”

You continue to sit there silently, but your head is so occupied with a million thoughts that you don’t notice. How you will get through the rest of the shooting, whether your manager is looking for you or not, the coldness of the glass Jaehyun had pressed you against that day. The only thing that snapped you out of it, was him suddenly taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?”, you ask panicking, but you can’t dismiss the pool of excitement in your belly.

“We have a wardrobe change after the break, remember? And since you refuse to leave my changing room..”

You clear your throat, trying your hardest to rip your eyes away from his abdomen, that you’ve so keenly marked with love bites before. His naked skin must have monopolized your attention way more than you realized, as you can’t remember when he slithered his way closer to you, towering over your height.

“Stare much?”, he almost growls, arousal dripping from his voice.

Every fiber of your being wanted to lurch forward, glide your fingers through his hair and start nibbling at those pretty lips of his. The sexual tension, amplified by the argument you just had, was filling the room like a thick liquid would fill a cup. One more drop, one more second of his staring and it would overflow. It felt so real, that you could feel that drop landing on your forehead. Then another one on your cheek, and that’s when you realized that what you felt was real.

“What the-?”, Jaehyun mumbles as he stares up at the ceiling, a big wet spot staining it and allowing the water drops to slowly wet his styled locks. As you start to put two and two together, someone knocks loudly on the door, making you both jump one feet away from the other.

“Get undressed”, a high-pitched male voice that you recognize as Jaehyun’s manager calls through the door, “the rain is ruining the set. It’s a wrap for today”

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A soft touch on your lower back, an even softer breath making your ears tingle. A tentative kiss on your neck that’s full of purpose and makes you shiver.

And then another touch, this time more south on your body. Fingertips grazing over your sensitive clit. Easily moving through your wetness and finally dipping inside of you. That baritone voice.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t it, kitty cat?”

You look up to meet the face of the familiar voice, only to meet Jaehyun’s baby brown eyes. The pleasure was enough to make you ignore the despised nickname, flowing intensely through your body. You let out a desperate moan, gripping his arms to keep your balance. His fingers are now dragging through your walls and you clench around them instinctively, confused but enamored by his touch. You are falling apart.

“Jaehyun? What are you doing?”

“I want to make love to you”

“Love? But you hate me”

He plants another kiss on the slope of your neck, his hands picking up in pace and making you feel like you’re floating on air.

“Love. Hate. Is there really any difference when I’m here, ready to please you? Willing to make you feel things you have never felt before?”

“You already do”, you admit, only seconds away from your orgasm. The bliss is so close you can almost taste it, but for now you choose to taste his lips. They are so soft and warm that you realize you haven’t kissed Jaehyun since that night at the practice room. How you miss him. Not the group visual, not the idol, not even Jaehyun. Yoonoh.

“Yoonoh”, you moan out against his lips as the pleasure overtakes you, a low buzz humming in your ears, “mmm yes, Yoonoh”

“Who the fuck is Yoonoh?”

You finally wake up, your manager shaking you awake being the first thing you see. The sun’s morning rays are peeking through your blinds, warming your skin in lines. Your phone’s ignored alarm clock is still buzzing on top of your nightstand.

“No one. I’m awake, thanks”

Fuck. That makes it what? The fourth night in a row you dreamt about him?

“Get, up. Quickly. We’re late”

You groaned at the banging of your head that was caused by you getting up so fast. It was early into the morning, as you had to get ready for the mv’s second shooting day. The heavy rainfall wouldn’t allow for the filming to continue for another week, yet aided your growing anxiety of having to encounter Yoon- Jaehyun again. 

You felt a little stupid, like a kid that goes to middle school for the first time, anxious but full of butterflies in your stomach in the thought of seeing him again. You weren’t sure who the anger, that came with the inability to control the fresh feelings bubbling from your dream, should be directed at. Your manager for booking you this job? Jaehyun for making it his goal to have you dripping wet on set? You, for letting it all affect you so much?

You decide on the former, giving your poor manager the cold shower for forcing you to deal with the problems you’ve caused yourself. Checking your phone, you realise that you are, indeed, late, and wonder how quick you’re going to have to make your morning shower.

“Is Jaehyun and his team there already?”, you ask your manager as nonchalantly as you could, feigning mildly interested in his answer.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? The other team asked for the shootings to continue separately”. You felt your stomach drop all the way down to your condo’s basement. And the icing on the cake: “Jung Jaehyun’s request”

Maybe your manager wasn’t as clueless to your electricity, or maybe it was your sudden impulse to pluck every loose thread of the pyjama top you were wearing that made him sense the discomfort following what he’d just said. He plops next to you on your bed, boards creaking in the silent room and you feel his rough hands patting you on the back.

“I’m sure he had an overlap in schedules and needed a break, nothing to do with you”

But you knew better, and you knew your palms wouldn’t stop itching unless you picked up your fucking phone and sent him a message. 

you [06:30]: i heard you can’t make it to set today. everything ok?

You wish you never did. The radio silence from his number was way worse than any insult, any form of teasing he could give you on set. You even tried calling him, desperate for an answer, a closure even. Maybe he was busy. Maybe the shooting took longer than expected. Maybe he wasn’t avoiding you; one of his managers uploaded his latest story on his instagram, not him. Maybe at the end of the week he would get back to you.

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Going to his dorm unannounced was not a good idea. Waiting for someone to open the door for you, you hope his members will recognise you from your trainee days, or those rare nights Jaehyun sneaked you in when you were both lonely and in need of a… well, whatever you two were.

You’re starting to worry that whoever saw you from the peephole thought you were a sasaeng and called security, when Mark opens the door. His eyes are wide open behind his glasses, clearly not expecting you and immediately yelling for his ‘Jaehyun hyung’.

Soon, the called male arrives at the apartment’s entrance, annoyed for being interrupted from whatever it was he was doing. “What is it, me and Jungwoo are watching the season fina-“

As if Mark suddenly turned invisible, Jaehyun walks right past him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to his room without another word.

Jungwoo, engrossed with the aforementioned show’s season finale on his computer screen, tries to cover up his naked torso in panic when he notices you. 

“Get out.”, Jaehyun orders him, and the younger man knows that his tone is not one to be argued with. It triggers the cold sweat that makes your clothes stick closer to your skin and forces your heartbeat to quicken, pumping blood all over your body. The door closes, leaving you both alone with only the sound of Jungwoo’s laptop still playing in the background. A lighthearted scene that is too oxymoronic against the tension that is just palpable at this point. What the hell were you thinking coming here?

“What the hell were you thinking coming here?”, Jaehyun speaks your thoughts out loud, and you wince at how empty your head is with excuses.

“Are you ignoring me?”

“What?”, he asks dumbly, hoping you would avoid asking again.

“Was it that hard to text me back? Am I such a waste of your time?”

Jaehyun seems angry at your confrontation, his bad mood escalating with every word that is leaving your mouth. He still avoids to look at you, toying with some plushies and decorations next to his bedpost. You realize you never had time to really notice them, barely recognizing them. You always entered the room blindly, pressed up against Jaehyun’s body and with his lips all over your neck, then left as soon as the sex was over. His apathy was infuriating.

One by one, you start to remove all of your outerwear, dropping your clothes on the floor until you’re left in only your bra and jeans. Jaehyun stares at you incredulously, then at the pile of clothes on the floor, unable to make out the reasoning behind your impromptu stripping.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting naked. Seems to be the only time you can actually pay attention to me.”

You reach for the buttons of your jeans, only able to unzip it halfway before Jaehyun has you pinned against the wall behind you, his fingers cool and pressing lightly against your neck.

“I-I fucking hate you!”, he cries, punching the surface to release some of the steam, and lets go of the hold on your neck almost completely. How tempted he is, to just fuck your right against that wall, pour out his anger by pouring out his cum inside you, then ignore each other like you always do.

It’s the easy thing to do, keeping the toxic circle going. All barking and fucking and no real problem gets resolved in the end. He wouldn’t even call a cab for you, preferring to be hated for something he wasn’t than to be rejected for showing the real him. You would still have no idea about his feelings towards you, going around saying how awful he was while asking for a round two. But Jaehyun was tired.

“Can’t you tell that I am trying to distance myself from you?”, he sighs and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so emotionally exhausted.

“Why do you dislike me so much? We used to be friends and then one day you-“

“Friends? Just friends?”, he interrupts you with a chuckle and a sarcastic puff through his nose, and you shake your head.

“If you also think that what we had was more special than a common friendship then why act like you don’t know me?”

“You were the one who wanted to ‘forget about anything happening and never telling a soul about it’, remember?”

“I thought we came to a mutual agreement! I was just trying to save our careers and it worked Jaehyun, you got to debut and I-“

“And you just threw away everything we had like it was the easiest thing to do! Do you ever want to know how I feel, y/n? First you want nothing to do with me, left the company without even saying goodbye. Then I try to forget about you, become an asshole to keep you out of my life and suddenly you want to jump my bones. One day you just play blind to everything, asking for professionalism and now I’m the one ignoring you? What the fuck do you want? A fuck buddy? A professional? A friend?”

“I want you, Yoonoh. Fuck, I just want you”

You’re not sure which one of you initiates the kiss. His lips are as plump and kissed as hard as you recalled, a couple of tears staining your cheeks that you didn’t realize you were holding back. It felt so right, the way his head pushed and pulled away from yours, always inviting you back to him. One hand was situated over the dimples of your waist, the other lost between your hair, untangling it gently. You decided to lay yours over his heart, feeling its tempo and calming yourself down.

You kiss for what seems like an eternity, so drunk in bliss that you can’t remember how you made it through life without Jaehyun’s taste all over your tongue. When he pulls away from your lips, you almost whine, but his fingertips dabbing at the soft skin of your cheeks feel just as comforting.

“I don’t want us to be like this anymore”, you whisper to him and he nods encouragingly, holding you even closer. “I’m sorry for not reaching out to you all these years ago, I just thought ‘What would a brand new idol want to do with a failed trainee like me’-“

Jaehyun brings your fingers to his lips, kissing all your knuckles one by one and you think you’re gonna burst at the seams. “You weren’t a failure, you were the best thing to happen to me back then”. His voice is so sincere that you don’t dare question the veracity of what he’s saying and you let him continue. “When I saw you again I was so bitter, I decided to turn off my feelings. I think I get too comfortable in that role. I put it on for me, my members, my fans even”, he stops then, laughing sadly, “it’s how I finally got you”

It was your turn to open up his eyes to the truth, holding his face between your hands and admiring its beauty. 

“That’s not true. I kept staying because I knew what was hidden behind all that armor. I guess, the sex was the only way to get closer to you”

“Not because I’m good?”, he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows and you can feel his dimples forming under your fingers.

“Eh, you’re pretty good too”

He starts pecking your neck, his smile obvious in his kisses and you squeal when he lifts you to his bed. Bouncing on the hard mattress, you let him lay his body weight over yours as he gives you a million traces of his love. 

“So, I’m guessing this means we start over?”, he asks reluctantly as he emerges from your half naked body and you hold back from cooing at him.

“I thought you loved to hate me?”

“I think I hate it, but I love you”

[solomonish]

Shy MC Likes to be Traditionally Courted! (Simeon, Barbatos, Lucifer, Solomon)

here you go! i went ahead and only did the courting ask, but you’re more than welcome to send in another ask if you so please!

Lucifer

I feel like this would be the style he would default to. After all, it wouldn’t be very befitting of him to be the subject of some hot and heavy scandal, now would it?

I mean, Lucifer, if left to his own devices, might be the type to go for one of those relationship where the “stolen moments” are a bit heavier (you know, like “oh mc how random for us to be in this empty classroom that i totally didn’t usher you into lol wouldn’t it be funny if we started making out though”) but if you indicate that you’d prefer a more...traditional route, he certainly won’t complain.

Really likes to walk with your hand on his arm. It reeks of class and he can’t fight the satisfied smile on his face when you instinctively reach for him.

His favorite dates are ones where he can justify bringing you to some small Diavolo-related business party. He only makes sure you’re going to the smaller ones where you won’t be overwhelmed or aren’t supposed to be as an exchange student, but having a human there does bode well for Diavolo’s exchange program so you’re always extended an invite. Even if Lucifer says he doesn’t need a break from the business side of things, Diavolo always encourages him to dance with you so you get “the full experience.” 

He really loves having his hand just above your waist as you dance with some of the other demons around you, allowing him a chance to breathe outside of the stuffy political conversations he has to sit through with Diavolo. It’s calming to him, and since these events are technically business related, it’s easier for him to steal you away without the other brothers accusing him of hoarding you.

Barbatos

Another one where this style really meshes well with him just in general. Barbatos naturally falls into this sort of servitude mode - though he knows how to keep it balanced in a more equal relationship dynamic such as significant others as opposed to prince and butler - and the little affections he gives you throughout the day will make you feel like you’re courting him even if that wasn’t what you explicitly wanted.

Honestly, you might feel like you’re engaged in some sort of forbidden affair within the palace walls on some days too, even if you both know Diavolo is probably the most supportive of your relationship.

He’s already in the habit of pulling out chairs for you and planning small dates in the middle of his day, and he has no qualms about making a little extra time to allow you to take his arm as he walks you to and from your classes.

One thing he really likes to do is to call you after he gets home from dropping you off after one of your dates. He thinks it’s nicer than just sending a text that he made it home, and he can normally keep you on the line while finishing up his nightly duties when he’s not quite ready to quit talking to you for the day.

Solomon

While I don’t think this is what Solomon would expect to be asked to do (and you would have to ask him, or hint at it at the least because he’s watched general dating expectations shift from traditional courting over time and will probably default to the norms of today), I don’t think he’d be upset by it. Actually, he might find he likes the idea of courting.

What can he say? He finds the whole “taking it slow” aspect relaxing and it helps him get out of his own head. There’s a lot less guessing involved this way and he finds it pretty easy to just enjoy the time he spends with you rather than worry about getting what you want to do right.

Will probably shoot random facts at you while he’s taking you to and from RAD - “did you know that some people used to carve spoons for the person they were courting? i can give you one with my name on it”

“wow, cool fact. did you know that before or did you look it up a few days ago?”

“...do you want a spoon or not, MC?”

Would definitely scour the internet or books or anything for some of the weirder customs to present to you just for the purpose of getting a rise out of you.

BUT! He does also take it seriously. He knows how to get tickets to any orchestra playing in town and will never leave you at the door to the House of Lamentation without a kiss to the top of your hand. (it becomes a habit eventually and he’ll be kissing the top of your hand every time he leaves you at a door, whether it be to a classroom, your house, whatever. even if he’s in the middle of a sentence. it’s kind of cute actually but don’t tell him that. or do.)

His favorite thing to do is to take you out on a romantic picnic at night when you’re supposed to be finishing your tasks. The whole “sneaking out the window” thing might be a little out of your comfort zone, but sometimes Lucifer just won’t let you out and hey, the stars ARE beautiful.....

Simeon

Simeon notices you aren’t responding as easily to the more casual affections he initiates at first. So he asks you about it straight up - “Is there any particular way you’d like me to go about this? I want to make sure I’m making you happy.”

And when you shyly answer that you’d like to try something a little more old-fashioned, his eyes light up.

He takes it seriously! But he also can’t help but feel like he’s in some historical romance, and maybe he’s getting inspiration for a short story, but let’s not get into that before it even makes it onto paper!

As an angel, he’s familiar with how a lot of people court, keeping the intimacy to a “respectable” level and focusing on compatibility for commitment. But he has to say, he likes your version a little better, how it’s less about two families testing the waters and a lot more romantic. He thinks it’s unbearably cute how you still get flustered at the smallest gestures.

His favorite thing to do is to walk in the Devildom botanical gardens, strolling at a leisurely pace and paying more attention to each other than the flowers. He thinks the whole experience of the pleasant weather and the sweet scent of the flowers wafting through the air is the perfect backdrop for what definitely feels like a dream come true for him.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Love Galore

The Weekend | Got It Covered For... | Keep Him Satisfied Through... | Make Him Lose His Mind... | You Like Nine to Five, I’m... | Love Galore |

Summary: It’s been two years since the last time Andy saw you. Even after all that time he’s still the one you come to when don’t have anyone else to turn to.

Pairings: Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Words: 7.8 K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, infidelity, Daddy kink, mentions of abusive relationship, mention of death, breeding kink, missionary, rough sex, squirting, creampie, oral (female receiving), degradation, dirty talk

(A/N: It’s here! I’ve finally done it! I’ve finished my first series EVER! LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!! This was a fun complicated run considering this shit was supposed to be a one shot.Then it became two. Now I’m here with this long ass thing not believing that I’ve finally finish something. Honestly this is huge for me. Anyway. I’d like to think everyone that’s read this and enjoyed this little adventure and I hope you like this. Please, like, follow, and reblog. This shit got so long it wouldn’t even let me type on my phone anymore.)

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Andy had told himself he was doing the right thing. Had talked himself into it on the drive home that day. When those words came out of your mouth, he didn’t need to hear ‘you’re over.” When to the two of you, ‘I quit,’ meant the same thing.

He remembered sitting in his office. Head tilted back with his mouth open. Thinking about the way you’d walked away from him before turning back around. For a second he thought you’d come back to him. Maybe  you had a change of heart in that split second. Except you’d left and all he could do was slam his door and sit. Thinking about all the things he could have done to stop it from getting to this point.

Looking back, all he could think about were all the things that he could have done differently. How he should have held you tighter that night. Thinking about how he should have kept an eye on you instead of going back to sleep. How he should have just ended things with Laurie after that first I love you.

When he woke up this morning, there was a fleeting thought about you. Just like when he’d go to sleep. Always wondering if you were okay or if you missed him. He’d never been able to stop thinking about you. Always wondering if you were okay or if you missed him. Always thinking about the way your eyes had glazed over that last time he saw you. That at least you told him you loved him back.

Andy went on with his day with you stuck in his mind. Had a lunch meeting with colleagues like any normal Wednesday afternoon. Since the restaurant was across the street from this park, he decided to take a walk. He had to get back to work, but he could take some time to smell the roses. Butterflies fluttering around all the bushes of flowers.  It was springtime which always made him think of you. It was your favorite time of year. He remembered how he’d send you a bouquet to your desk almost every day just to see you smile. Fuck he missed shit like that.

He was heading back to his car when he saw those familiar eyes peering up at him. All glazed over and filled with shock. His heart felt like it’d been jump started. Those butterflies dancing around your head like you were part of a dream.

“Y/N...” he trailed off, not even thinking as his legs started moving until he was closer and closer to you. He couldn’t stop himself. Needed to make sure you were really there.

“Andy,” you breathed out. “Hi.”

 “Hey.” his chest heaving from how he had to catch up to you. His eyes still sincere like there was still love in them. That same smile he seemed to have reserved for you on his face. “Wow. I can’t believe I’m... how are you?”

You nodded. “Good,” you said taking in a deep breath. Except he knew better. He’d seen the way you’d looked at him. “I’m good.”

“That’s good,” he said, letting it go because he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to pry. “Did that letter of recommendation do you any good?”

“Oh yeah I actually got a job with this publisher last year.”

His smile grew. This pride showing in his face for you. “Seriously? Fuck I knew you could do it.”

“Yeah, I love it, so thank you for that.” You said, offering up a tiny smile.

“You didn’t need me.” He shrugged. “You probably would have gotten it all on your own.”

After two years and still all he could think about was reaching out to touch you. That maybe if he hugged you, you’d spill whatever was bothering you. Hell, even if he was reading too much into things, he still wished he could at least hold you a little.

“Yeah, well it certainly helped.”

“How you been? You look good.”

“Thanks,” you said with a chuckle. “You do, too. I’m okay, I guess. How about you?”

Andy shrugged. “As good as I can be,” he replied. “Can’t complain, I guess.”

You started grabbing your stuff. “I’d love to stay and chat, but my lunch break is almost over.”

“You still have my number?” He asked. “Maybe we can get coffee some time?”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you answered. “

“Oh, well, it was good seeing you,” he said, now feeling like his heart had instead dropped to his stomach. 

“You, too.” You smiled. “Take care, okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You, too. Call me if... if you ever need anything.”

“I will,” you replied, finally standing up. “It was nice seeing you.” There was this look in your face. Like you were hesitating for some reason. He wanted so badly to ask what was wrong, but that wasn’t his right anymore. He’d fucked that up two years ago.

“Yeah, you too,” he said.

He hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since that day. How you looked. The way your eyes looked. How bad he wished he’d hugged you. It’d been a few weeks since then and he started doing what he always did. Burying himself in work because what else did he have.

Andy didn’t just miss the sex or anything, but he did miss the closeness. Of you surrounding him in your warmth. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how much he missed you. It got so bad he didn’t even move into the apartment when him and Laurie finally separated. That whole place only made him think of you. It was like your scent lingered in every room. It was too much.

This was the last thing he needed right now. To think about you. When the separation finally happened and he’d moved to the city to get away from all the old memories of not just you, but his old life he’d thought about finding you so many times. Instead, he busied himself with work. It was better than walking around moping everywhere he went. At least like this he could keep his mind busy. 

He remembered how you used to scold him for working too much which always kept you behind because he’d have you sit in his lap as he finished up. Not that you minded that part. You’d shower him in kisses and love between scrolling through your phone.

As he started to get ready to go home, he thought back to the night you’d hooked up. That office party where Laurie had ditched him to go out. The night he decided to say fuck it because if she could have her fun then he deserved to have his, too. Especially after everything they’d been through.

Honestly, he was surprised they’d lasted as long as they did. Not that everything that happened was their fault or that he even hated Laurie for the things that were. Even though life hadn’t gone in the direction either of them expected it to, holding things against her made him feel even worse.

Except for you. The way she’d barged in that night. After having the nerve to get angry at him. Andy knew he’d crossed a lot of lines in your relationship because ‘I love yous’ and the apartment weren’t part of the deal. That didn’t mean she had any right to intervene.

He tried to push it out of his mind. Instead focusing on the radio as he drove home. He was trying to work passed all of that. It wasn’t good to dwell. Especially on that night.

Or how the last time he saw you. How sad you looked. How he couldn’t help himself as he placed one last kiss to your lips. Or how you’d stormed out of his office after he’d fucked you on his desk. How he thought you were coming back to him only for you to turn and leave for good.

God he’d felt like such a piece of shit. Sitting in his office crying like a fucking baby. It didn’t matter how many times he’d promised that it would be okay. The damage had already been done.

Now he was just sitting in his office thinking about you. Which is what he usually did anyway so what made this any different. He wasn’t even sure what time it was at this point. His assistant had left hours ago. He didn’t have anyone sitting in his lap these days.

Andy sighed, rubbing his eyes as started to pack up. He’d at least never crossed the line of sleeping in his office. That would have been a little too far even for him.

He yawned as his phone started going off, looking back on his desk to see the name plaster on the device. It was a little silly maybe, but he’d never changed his number just in case this happened. Just in case he’d end up seeing your name on it again. Now he’d seen you once and there it was.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Andy?” You whimpered out.

“Y/N? You okay?”

He could hear you sniffling over the phone line and his heart thumped. “I’m sorry I just... I don’t know who else to call,” you whimpered. “I’m kinda scared.”

“Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?” He asked hurrying up to grab his shit.

“Can you? I’m in Boston still.”

He sighed a smile on his face at hearing that. “Of course. Just send me the address and I’ll be right there.”

“Okay, but I don’t wanna hang up. I’m like... not okay.”

“What happened?” He asked softly.

You took another deep breath. “My, um,” then you stopped to take another breath as your voice broke, “can I just tell you when you get here?”

“Okay,” he replied not wanting to mess up his chances. It’d been two years and whatever had upset you, you’d trusted him enough still to be the one to go to. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Please, don’t hang up,” you said so softly. Honestly, he felt like his heart might shatter.

“I won’t. How about we talk about something else for now?” He asked as he finally started to make his way out of the building.

“Like, what?” You asked.

“Watched any football lately?” He asked, chuckling softly.

“No,” you sniffled again, but he could hear a slight change in tone. “I don’t like sports.”

“Really? We used to watch it every Sunday,” he replied.

“Yeah, because you liked it.”

He laughed. “Oh, wow. That’s okay. I remember sitting through all those marathons of Say Yes to the Dress, so I guess we’re even,” he teased.

You chuckled this time. “Yeah, but I liked the way you rated everything.”

Andy smiled and shook his head. “Okay so maybe it was a little fun.”

“Besides I liked watching football with you. I liked wearing the cute little Patriots jersey for you,” you said.

He wasn’t sure if you were trying to flirt with him, but it kind of made him hopeful. “Yeah, that was pretty nice, huh?” He finally got to his car throwing his briefcase into the backseat.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m not trying to make things weird.”

“It’s not weird at all, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile on his face. “I should be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Okay,” you said. “Thanks, Andy.”

“Always,” he replied. He pretty much sped the whole way there. Maintaining conversation with you. Sometimes he could hear your voice quiver. His hands were shaking as he saw you through the glass. “Hey, I’m outside,” he said, making you look up at him with tear-stained eyes.

A small smile appeared on your lips. He waved at you through the window, his heart skipping a beat. Because you were right there dressed to the nines. You looked way too glamorous to be sitting in the booth of some little diner.  

One of the things he’d regretted the most was not taking you somewhere when you were all dressed up. Sometimes you’d have cute dates at the apartment where you’d get all pretty for him. He loved it so much. Fuck he should have done better.

The thick smell of coffee and syrup hit him as soon as he walked in, but nothing could prepare him for how your perfume smelled as you hugged him. Fuck he couldn’t believe that he was there and he was touching you and you were crying into his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said softly, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” He lifted your chin. “You wanna talk about it?”

You nodded with this quiver in your lip. You looked so damn beautiful even like this. It almost felt like a reflex, but he managed to stop himself from kissing you.

You sat back in your seat and he took a seat beside you. “You want anything else?” He asked, only a cup of coffee was in front of you.

You shook your head and sighed again. “I’m okay.”

“So, what happened?”

That’s when he saw it. The diamond on the ring finger of your left hand. He swallowed this pit formed in his abdomen. You scoffed as you noticed his gaze. “Yeah, I’m engaged.” Then your eyes connected, until you closed them. That’s when another tear drop slid down your cheek. “Andy, it’s been so bad.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching across to grab your hand, ignoring the jolt he’d gotten from touching your soft skin again. “Tell me everything.”

With your free hand, you wiped away your tear. “So, I’ve been with him for about a year,” you started. “He was someone that I knew for a long time, though, because he’s always been a part of our friend group and everything.”

Andy listened intently, hand still in yours. At the same time, he couldn’t help himself as he started to go over your features. That he wanted to hug you again. God, he hated seeing you like this.

“So, then he asked me out and I said no because I just didn’t see him in that way,” you continued. “Everyone else in our friend group thought I was weird for not wanting to date him, but I got weird vibes. I dunno. Then somehow it got back to my mom and you know how she is.”

Andy chuckled. “Oh, do I remember.” How could he forget. There were so many times he’d have to hold you after you’d had a simple conversation with her.

You laughed. “Yeah. Well, she loved herself some Ethan and I’d say between her, my friends, and him constantly asking I gave in.” You wrapped your arms around yourself like you were cold.

“You cold?” He asked.

You nodded and he started taking off his suit jacket so he could give it to you. “You don’t have to,” you said as he got up to wrap it around you.

“It’s okay,” he said, with a soft smile. He sat back down and his breath hitched in his throat, seeing you wearing his jacket. “What happened next?”

“So then, I start dating him,” you said. “It was okay, but I still wasn’t that into it, but I felt like I couldn’t end things when everyone was going on and on about how cute we were together. Everyone was so weirdly invested in our relationship and it was like there were certain things I started to see.”

“Like, what?” Andy asked.

You shook your head. “Like he’d tell me not to wear certain things. Or get mad if I stayed out late with the girls. I’d feel bad because he’d get so emotional over it.” You paused to take a sip of your coffee. “I tried to breakup with him a few times, but then it was like everyone would get in my ear about how much of a nice guy he was and that I had no right being picky after messing around with you.”

“I thought your friends didn’t know about me,” he said.

“They didn’t,” you answered. “He found my old phone and went through our messages. Told everyone. I never deleted them because... I dunno. I liked reading them after he’d throw his tantrums.”

Andy sighed. “Shit, Y/N, this guy sounds like such an asshole.”

You chuckled, raising your eyebrows. “Tell me about it. I dunno it was like things just became worse and worse and worse and then he asked me to marry him and at this point I was too scared to even say no.”

“And, tonight?”

“Our engagement party,” you replied. “Ever since then he won’t stop bringing everything up. We got into a fight earlier, but I just couldn’t do it anymore and if I’m being honest the only person, I know that wouldn’t judge me about something like this was you.”

“Well, I’m glad you called,” he said, smiling softly. “If it makes you feel better, I never deleted our messages either.”

“Laurie didn’t care?”

“Laurie and I are divorced actually.”

“Oh,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

Andy shook his head. “Not your fault. We had way more problems. You weren’t even top five.”

“So, I was the sixth?” You laughed.

“I would place you right at number eight,” he joked.

“I think...” then you paused trying to gather your thoughts, “sometimes I wonder if maybe all of this is happening because of karma. Because of what we did together maybe I deserve it.”

He shook his head. “You didn’t do anything.”

“I mean I know we all messed around that one night so I guess that means she was okay with it, right?”

“It’s not... it’s complicated,” he said. “Do you remember that night of the office party.”

“The one we hooked up at for the first time?” You asked. “Or the one where we got caught?”

“The first one,” he replied, nodding his head. “The reason Laurie wasn’t there that night was because we’d gotten into this pretty bad argument.”

“That’s no excuse for what we did,” you said.

He shrugged. “Except it is because the reason we were arguing was because she picked that night of all nights to go on some date.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “She’d come to me about opening up the relationship because ever since everything happened, we hadn’t really been connecting. That’s she read somewhere that parents going through grief of losing a child, do better after taking a break from each other.”

Your gaze seemed to soften at him. It wasn’t often that he even mentioned what happened with his son so you didn’t say anything. 

“I was so mad at first then I said you know what fine, but then when she picked that night of all nights... I don’t know.”

“Is that why we...”

He shrugged. “I mean, yes and no. I was mad at her, but I don’t know if I would have been able to stop myself either way. That’s why I stayed away from you for a little bit after. I got freaked because I realized that I liked you.”

“So, you didn’t actually cheat?” You asked.

Andy laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, I definitely cheated. What we did wasn’t a part of the deal. I crossed every boundary when I told you that I loved you.”

“Was it true, though?” You asked.

“Of course, it was. Hell, I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” He sighed, tapping his fingers against the table.

You smile this time it was you turn to grab his hand. “I wish things had been different.”

“Me, too,” he said. “The next morning when I went home, she was waiting for me. Said she didn’t go on her date since she didn’t like how much it upset me. I’d told her that I’d messed around with someone else, but she said it was okay. That night that she caught us, she knew I’d been messing with someone. Just didn’t know it was you.”

“And?” You asked.

“She had no idea about the apartment. We had our own accounts so she never knew. When she found out, she freaked saying she wanted to know what I was risking it all for and that she wanted to see if you were worth all the trouble.” The whole time he explained, he stroked your knuckles with his thumb. “So, she took my key and came over the way she did.”

“Shit,” you said.

He sighed. “Yeah. So, don’t feel bad or like karma is trying to get you because of it. None of it was your fault.”

“That’s the thing, Andy. It doesn’t matter if she knew or not. I didn’t know that and I still,” you stopped as you started to get a little choked up, “I still did what I did. I didn’t know that so what right do I have to act like that changed things. I knew you were married. I should have stopped it.”

Andy stood up, coming to your side of the booth to sit beside you. He wrapped his arms around you. A part of you thought about how you should pull away from him. That you should fall back into this cycle with him, but it felt so nice to be held by him again. “It’s okay. It really wasn’t your fault,” he whispered into the side of your head. “But I hate that you got hurt because we couldn’t be honest with ourselves and just breakup. The divorce was a long time coming. It’s hard to come back from all the shit that happened.”

“I get it,” you said.

“So, don’t beat yourself up or think that you deserve any of this.” He put his head on top of yours.

“It’s too late, anyway,” you said. “He already told everyone about you being married and all the stuff we used to talk about.”

“Shit...”

You sniffled again. “Yeah. Said I was a slut and a pervert and all this other shit.” You started crying again, you couldn’t help it. “He was screaming at me and it’s like he hasn’t stopped. So tonight, I finally argued back.”

“What the hell happened, Y/N?” He asked, finally getting the hint that there was so much more to the story.

He tucked his finger under your chin again, forcing you to look at him. Your still reddened eyes. Your cheeks stained with tears. Yet you still looked gorgeous to him. “Andy...” you took a deep breath, “he, uh,” you sniffled.

Andy’s eyes welled up with tears now because he got the fucking hint. After being an assistant district attorney for so many years he’d seen women like you too many times. “Did he hurt you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

You sniffled, your lip trembling as you nodded and Andy didn’t know it was possible, but he pulled you in even closer. Kissing the top of your head as you clung to him now. “I didn’t know who else to go to. No one else would have believed me and I was so scared, Andy. I needed you.”

“It’s okay,” he said into your head between kisses. “It’s okay,” he repeated. “I’m here, Honey. I’m not going anywhere.”

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like ages. Him holding you as he kissed the top of your head. You crying into him until you finally calmed down. He wasn’t going to stop either. He couldn’t stop.

“You know what the worst part is?”

“What?” He asked.

“That I still got ready. That I was going to act like everything was normal cuz I didn’t know what else to do.”

He sighed and kissed your temple this time. “That’s okay. You didn’t want to draw attention,” he replied.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You surprised him when you laughed. “I dunno. I just felt like I had to look as natural as possible. Then I left.”

He’d finally stopped placing kissed all over you, but didn’t let go of you. After a few minutes of silence, he decided to break it. Hoping to lighten the mood a little. “I’m glad you called me. Surprised I didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way over.” He laughed.

You chuckled. “Yeah? Well, thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“I’ll always be there when you need me,” he said. “Hey, you hungry? I’m starving.”

“Pancakes sound kind of nice now.”

“Pancakes it is.” He nudged you.

You tilted your head back as you laughed at another story. Your pancakes half eaten and you leaned your head against his shoulder before stealing one of his fries.

“Still a fry thief I see?”

“Forever and always,” you replied with that giggle he loved so much. It honestly sounded like music to his ears. “Besides yours always taste better.”

He laughed. “Oh, whatever.”

“They do! It’s like they add something special to them.”

Andy shook his head. “You’re lucky I don’t mind.”

“Oh yeah? Not like you’d do anything about it anyway.”

His jaw dropped as you giggled again before taking another French fry. “Still a little brat.”

“Only to you.”

That was when he picked up your fork so he could steal some of your pancake.

“Hey!”

“All’s fair in love and war,” he said with a smirk. That’s when your eyes got all glazed over again. Then you sniffled. Then it was like you couldn’t help yourself as you got emotional all over again. Andy of course noticed and lifted your chin up so you couldn’t hide it. “What’s wrong?” He was back to wiping away a tear.

“I’m sorry for leaving,” you said, letting out a cry before clinging to him. “I’m so so sorry, Andy. I wish I’d never...” you stopped talk to try and hold a sob in. 

“Hey,” he said softly, putting his lips against your temple ever so gently. “It’s okay. We’re good. Besides it’s not like you’re the one that fucked it all up.”

You let out a scoff and it kind of broke his heart a little. That you were blaming yourself for any of it. When he could have ended things with her for you when he had the chance. “I wish I’d never...” you trailed off. “I wish I’d listened to you. When you said everything would be okay.”

He shook his head. Wishing there were more words he could use to even begin how to tell you none of it was you. That you’d thought you were protecting yourself by walking away. That if anything he was proud of you for telling him to fuck off when he’d been the one to fuck it up. “No. I should have told you the truth from the beginning. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Did you ever think about me?”

Andy couldn’t help it as he chuckled. “Honey, I never stopped.”

“We’re a mess, aren’t we? This time you’re single and I’m the one in the relationshit.”

Andy laughed. “I know, right. Funny how it all comes back full circle.”

“I’ll say,” you said, before stealing yet another fry. 

“Where you going after this?” He asked.

You shrugged and groaned. “I don’t even know. I can’t go back home because he’s gonna be there probably.”

“Well, my apartment is free,” he replied. “If you need some place to crash for a little bit. No strings attached. I promise.”

You smiled. “You’re too nice to me, you know that right.”

“I only treat you how I feel you deserve,” he said. “And, I think you deserve the world.”

You had to stop yourself from making a move so instead you got cozy against him again. “Dare me to take my phone off do not disturb.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said.

“Not really,” you said. “But, I’m gonna have to look at some point.”

“How about we get outta here instead,” he said. “We can watch a movie.”

You nodded. “Okay,” you said. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

The car ride was filled with more laughter and he was happy that he’d managed to cheer you up. Even though in the back of his mind he wanted to find that asshole. Maybe knock him out.

As he went to shower, you sat on the couch. Looking around at everything. This was different than the old place. You’d made that home. This barely felt lived in. When he came out in pajama pants and a white shirt, you almost salivated over him because he looked so beautiful it didn’t make any sense.

“You wanna shower? I have face wash so you can take off your makeup and you can wear one of my shirts if that’s okay. I don’t think I have a scarf for you to tie your hair, though.”

You smiled. “It’s okay. Thanks, Andy.”

As much as he hated what drove you to him, he still wasn’t going to take this moment for granted. Besides he was having so much fun cheering you up. He could fuck your ex up later.

“You wanna know the worst part of it all,” you said from your spot on the other side of the couch. You were freshly showered and bundled up under a blanket. Somehow more beautiful than you were before.

“What was it?” He asked.

“That the sex was awful,” you answered. “I’d try to tell him what I wanted, but he wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t understand why.”

Andy sighed because fuck this guy was a piece of shit, but it obviously made him perk up a little when you told him you weren’t be satisfied.

“When he read those messages, I think it was more of a blow to his ego. He started calling me a pervert. Reading the stuff, we sent to each other out loud. Called me a slut because he saw I called you Daddy.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Then told my mom that I needed help for all my sick fantasies.”

“Jesus,” he breathed.

“I know right.” You shook your head and laughed. “I don’t know. I’m kind of glad he never took your place, though. He couldn’t do what you did.” You took a deep breath before grabbing your phone. “Anyway, ready to see the chaos?” You asked.

“Always.” Though as you took your phone off do not disturb finally, all he could think about what you’d just said. That this asshole had never taken his place. That was good at least.

The messages and voicemails he’d left where so awful Andy almost couldn’t believe he’d somehow kept up with the whole nice guy thing. Or that everyone else had bought his act.

“Shit,” he said. “This guy’s fucking awful.”

You chuckled, your eyes all glazed over again. “Yeah, I know.”

“You can’t go back,” he said. “I can’t let you.”

“I don’t want to, but I don’t know where else to go. I feel like everyone is gonna choose him over me.”

He sighed. “Hey. I will always choose you. I got you.”

“Andy, I...” you stopped to take a breath, “I’m scared.”

“I know, but you don’t have to be. I’m here, okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You have to promise.”

He got closer to you so he could hug you tightly. Sighing into your hair. He hated seeing you like this. Whatever damage he’d done, this was miles above that. “I promise, Honey. I’ll even go with you to get your stuff, okay?”

You nodded and moved away from him so you could wipe your eyes. “Thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll even sleep on the couch.”

You chuckled. “I couldn’t make you do that.”

“It’s okay. Really.”

“No. That wouldn’t be fair,” you said. “You’re already doing so much for me.”

“Because I want to. I told you I’d always be there for you and I meant it.” He wiped away the tear that had fallen once again.

You smiled. “You’re too good to me.”

“I told you, you deserve it.”

There was something behind the look in your eyes this time. They’d softened and his probably had done the same. That old feeling was back in the air. Like you were back to old times.

He was surprised when you’d been the first one to make a move. You lightly pressing your lips to his before pulling away. “I’m sorry, I-“ he cut you off mid apology, smashing his lips to yours.

Your hands to his face. Holding either side of his cheeks. He deepened the kiss because fuck it had been two years and he missed you and he couldn’t believe you were there again.You made out for a while until he pulled away, putting his forehead against yours. 

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered, stroking your soft cheek with his thumb.

Your breath hitched in your throat watching the way his blue eyes had gotten so soft as they looked into yours. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Nothing’s going to keep us apart this time, okay?”

You smiled and nodded before pecking his lips gently. “Take me to bed, Daddy,” you purred.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He nodded before standing up, lifting you into his arms. Making you wrap your legs around his waist. It was like instinct kicked in with how he started to kiss you on the way to the bed.

His hands gripping your ass. You feeling all up on his shoulders, like you were making sure every muscle was still there. Not even pulling from your embrace as he finally laid you down in his bed. Getting on top of you as he kissed your lips.

You moaned into him, running a hand through his hair. Scratching his scalp and his clawing at his shoulder with the other. Needing his closeness once again. “Andy,” you moaned as he started kissing your neck.

“It’s Daddy, Baby. Remember. I’m your daddy.”

You nodded before moving so he had to kiss you again. Except he pulled away.

“Who’s Daddy, Baby?”

“You,” you replied. “You’re my daddy. No one else.”

“That’s my good girl,” he said getting on his knees so he could start unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing. “Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

You let out a moan as he got down to start kissing your thighs. “Daddy!”

“That’s it. Make all the noise you want,” he said as he started tugging your panties down your legs now that the shirt was mostly undone. “I don’t give a fuck if someone hears.”

When he said that you couldn’t help it as you let out a long whiny moan. Especially from the way he was kissing all up on your lower half before going back up to place kisses on your stilled covered breasts that he’d finally started to unbutton.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he said. “Did you miss me, Baby?”

You nodded, looking at him with those needy eyes. “So much.”

“Never gonna leave me again, huh,” he said before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it. “Gonna mine forever.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his mouth on you. “God, yes.”

“Gonna be my wife one day. Give me a few babies.” One of his hands creeped down to your thigh, teasing you and making you shiver under his touch. “You gonna do that for me?”

You nodded, your lower half already tingly and he hadn’t even touched your pussy yet. Just the way his hands and mouth felt on you was enough. You had been so worked up for two years. Your vibrator and memories could only do so much. Especially since your soon to be ex had thrown out your toy since apparently you didn’t need one with him around.

“Use your words,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said.

“You still my slut?” He asked as his fingers finally started creeping up and down your slit. His touch feather-lite.

That’s when you shuddered. Nodding your head before letting out this breathy moan. “Yes,” you gasped. “I’m... I’m-“ you cut yourself off as you did it again.

“Damn. Already?” He smirked, looking up at you. Watching you bite your lip and flutter your eyelashes. Then you did it again and he’d barely even did anything. He was pretty sure that the minute he touched your clit with his tongue or fingers you’d explode. As bad as he wanted to, he was enjoying seeing you squirm over nothing. So needy and desperate for him.

“I haven’t cum in so long,” you said, crying out your words.

“Really? He wasn’t taking care of you at all?” He asked with a frown on his face. You shook your head breathing all heavy as your eyes started to roll back a little your lids all heavy. “That’s okay, Y/N,” he hissed as he parted your slit. “I’ll take really good care of you.” With that he finally decided to lick you up and down like he was tasting the sweetest honey.

Just like that your hips stuttered. A small amount of squirt coming from you.

Andy chuckled because damn he’d barely even done anything and you were already reacting like this. He couldn’t believe you were so pent up. He wondered how you had waited as long as you did tonight. It was like you were dying for this.

Your back was arched off the bed, putting your hands in his hair as he started to really dive in. Lapping at your clit. Your chest moving like you were still crying with no tears coming out.

“Oh god yes I’m still your slut!” You finally whined.

Once again, he chuckled into your clit before rolling over and wrapping his arms around your waist tightly to bring you with him. Perching you on his face. Your hands came down to your breasts, tweaking your nipples. You couldn’t help yourself as you started grinding your hips against his mouth.

He was eating your cunt like it’d be his last meal ever. Like it was the most refreshing glass of water he’d tasted. From there you put your hands in his hair as he held you down. His strong hands gripping your thighs to hold you still. He was trying to bring you to his mercy. Teach you that there really no one else that could do you like this.

As you came, you didn’t even make a noise. Your words stuck in your throat. Lower stomach spasming. Even your head felt like it was malfunctioning. And he didn’t stop what he was doing once.

He tried to keep going, but you scurried off his face. Falling to your side as you took a deep breath. He got closer to you putting his face right next to yours. Watching the way your eyes had blurred out. Like every thought had left your mind.

Andy smiled, quirking a brow. Eyes trained on yours. Finally, he licked his lips. “See, no one else can do you like this,” he said, before sliding his hand between the dampness of your thighs. Making you jump as he rubbed his finger against your opening again. Not even caring to think about how sensitive you must have been as he pushed two fingers inside.

His other hand snaked under you so he could pull you closer. Middle digits stuffing you as they massage your inner walls in a come-hither motion. Directly against your spot.

To be honest he felt pretty triumphant when he got you to this point. Obviously, the distance and lack of even self-inflicted orgasms were making you overly sensitive, but fuck. Neither of you could remember a time he’d been able to get you like this.

Your body felt like it was splitting in half. Then as he kissed you again, smashing his mouth against yours. Making you taste yourself. Practically tongue fucking you.

Even as you moaned, he wouldn’t let you pull away. He was proving a point that he was all you needed. It was true.

Finally, he let you pull away as you orgasmed again. You put your face into his shoulder and let out a scream. Then bit his skin as tears sprung to your eyes. “Daddy!” You’d whimpered.

“That’s my good slut,” he said. “You ready for Daddy’s dick?”

You weren’t sure if he actually wanted you to respond because there still were no thoughts in your brain. You’re pretty sure you’d let him do anything to you right now.

“You good, Baby?” He asked first, rubbing your cheek his thumb.

You wanted to say yes. To even squeak it out, but you were so far gone you were tongue tied. He was pretty much cooing over you as he finally stopped so he could hold you close to him. Waiting for you to come down a little.

He wished he’d gotten naked before this. Craving the feel of your bare skin against his. Wanting to feel those rock-hard nipples against him.

He sat up so he could remove his shirt first then his pajama bottoms and underwear. His hardened dick popping into your move making you pretty much salivate. As he laid back down, you could stop yourself as you reached out to grab it. He moaned under your touch because fuck it had been a long time for him, too. At least he got to use his hand for relief though. He wasn’t as pent up as you.

You kept glancing down at his dick. Standing tall and thick with the tip leaking. Fuck it looked so yummy. He wrapped his arms around you before palming your ass. Letting out a sigh of relief as he finally got to feel you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist. Trying at least feel him against you. Andy pushed you onto your back. Hovering over you before getting on his knees. You were still as sensitive as ever as he started to rub himself up and down your opening.

You tried to shift your hips so he’d get the hint. Maybe finally plunge into you. Fuck you just like you needed. That you’d been craving since you’d broken up, but especially after the way this last year had been going.

“I wanna suck your dick,” you begged, suddenly remembering how you missed tasting him. And the way his dick looked right now with the way he was holding it like he was threatening your pussy. It was too much and yet fuck you wanted him to fuck your throat.

“You will. We got all night,” he said, now holding onto your thighs as he kept you spread wide open. Moving his hips so he could dip into you then take it away. Fuck your pussy was such a mess right now. He couldn’t resist. “For now. I need this pussy.”

With that he pushed into you a little deeper this time, but still not giving you his all. Just enjoying the feel of your tight wetness around his fat dick as entered you inch by inch.

You cried out because fuck. After two years of being without him and a year of someone who didn’t give a fuck if she liked sex or not, he was just too much. “Fuck, that’s it, Baby. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you and your pussy.”

“Please,” you gasped.

“Don’t worry, Baby. Daddy isn’t gonna be like your shithead boyfriend. Gonna make you cum until you can’t take it anymore.”

With that he finished giving you his all. His hard dick stuffing you to the brim. Dick so thick it was forcing you to accommodate him.

He knew by the way your pussy squeezing him, that you hadn’t been touched properly even if you hadn’t said anything. Your pussy just like velvet. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do to it.

For now, he moved his hips shallowly, at least letting you get used to him. He looked down. Watching the way your pussy clung to his cock every time he inched out of you. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he said, rubbing your clit and making your back arch off the bed again.

“Ah!” You couldn’t help it as you screamed. His poor baby. Too sensitive. This was going to be so much fun.

He chuckled as he looked down at you. How did you already look so blissed out. He put your legs on either shoulder before leaning down to kiss you lightly.

“Daddy,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said moving his hips at a slow pace. Savoring how good you felt around him.

“Fuck me hard,” you begged. “Just like you used to.”

Andy didn’t need to be told twice. He’d been waiting for this moment for too long to not give in. So, with that he inched out wanting to tease your hole one more time before slamming it in.

He started kissing you again. Needing to taste you on his tongue again. You gasped into his mouth because now as he was fucking you just as hard as he knew you needed, you couldn’t handle it. All the stimulation was too much but he was too far gone to stop.

“Daddy!” You cried into his mouth. You were clenching around him so damn tight, but that didn’t matter as he started fucking you so damn good.

“That’s it,” he cooed because even though he could tell it was too much you were taking it so good. Andy grabbed your hand to put it above your head. “That’s a good fucking slut.”

“Yes,” you whined. “Fuck yes.”

“Never gonna let another man touch you again, huh. I better not see that shit.” He grabbed your face so you were forced to look up at him. Making his point with the way he was fucking you. This was his pussy. No one else’s.

“No,” you managed to get out. “Never.”

“Only Daddy can fuck you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered. “Fuck!” That now familiar feeling again. Of you getting closer and closer to the edge. He did tell you that he was going to keep making you cum. Needed to make up for lost time. “I’m fucking cumming!”

“That’s my good bitch. So good. Cum for your Daddy.” He demanded as your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as you came again. Clenching so hard you forced him out. More of your squirt shooting out of you, to hit his pelvis.

He reached down to rub your clit so he could keep it going. You tried to push his hand away because it just got to be too much. He didn’t give a fuck as he grabbed your wrists before shoving into you again. Making you scream again. His poor neighbors were probably so irritated with you.

He held onto your wrists as he started pounding into you. No mercy just like you knew he would. He didn’t give a fuck this time. Just making you cum over and over again because he could. Making up for all those orgasms he hadn’t given you.

“Andy!” You couldn’t help it. You had to say his name. He’d worked you up so much you had to.

He pushed your arms above your head. Leaning down to kiss you once again, but this time was different because his own orgasm had started creeping up on him.

“Want me to cum in you?” He asked, putting his forehead against yours. “Fill this little pussy up with my cum just like I used to. You on birth control?”

You nodded, no longer able to even form words.

“You better go off that shit. I’m planning to keep you pregnant.” His movement faltered just thinking about it. Warmth spreading inside of him as he finally started to cum deep inside of you. Making sure he was nice and deep, right against your cervix.

Then pulled out only to push it back in so it would be forced in. Your birth control wasn’t going to stop him from at least trying to breed you. Making sure you were completely filled up with his seed before finally coming to lay beside you.

In the short amount of time, it took for him to lay down and pull you into his arms, you’d already fallen asleep. He’d worn you out after all of the nasty things he’d done to you. Especially with all the bullshit you’d had to deal with earlier in the day. All he could do was kiss your forehead before letting himself lull to sleep too.

Because after two years of being alone, that hopeless feeling had disappeared in one night. Just with you there. As he looked down at your sleeping face, he couldn’t help but think that you’d been worth the wait. This time he’d make sure that he did things the right way. That as long as the two of you had each other, nothing else mattered.